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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character and prompt of their choosing. I'll write in the following fandoms: bandom, glee, dcu, and vampire diaries.
1. for morebliss: Secondary Aftermath, Killjoys!Frank/Gerard
2. for desfinado: Technicolor Heroes, Killjoys!Gerard/Mikey
3. for rainpuddle13: MFEO, Eleven and ( Read more... )
1. for morebliss: Secondary Aftermath, Killjoys!Frank/Gerard
2. for desfinado: Technicolor Heroes, Killjoys!Gerard/Mikey
3. for rainpuddle13: MFEO, Eleven and ( Read more... )
Everyone knows who the Killjoys are, have since even before their faces were plastered all over every wall left standing in Battery City and the surrounding encampments. Lyn-Z appreciates them, mostly because they’re the outlaws that get the most focus, leaving others - namely herself-free to work in relative anonymity.
She’s never met them, probably never will since there’s a death sentence on their heads and Korse and his draculoids always get their man, but sometimes she sends them a token of thanks - usually something exotic like an orange or apple - through the underground. Most of the other rebels do, because the Killjoys are their fuckin’ symbols.
Really, they seem more like storybook characters than real people, like they’re Superman and Han Solo and MacGyver all smashed into one.
So it’s really fucking unexpected when she stumbles across a whole flock of dracs surrounding Party Poison. She was taking a shortcut Show Pony had mentioned to her at her last drop-off, and she pulled her bike to an abrupt stop when she realized what she was seeing. That red hair and yellow mask were undeniable, standing out like a beacon against the starkness of the landscape.
He was still armed but there was no way he was getting out on his own, not since dracs always sent out a message to Korse as soon as they spotted an objective. She scanned the landscape for any of the other Killjoys, but Party Poison was alone.
“Well, fuck,” she said. She didn’t want to waste fuel, but she had to help. She surveyed the landscape and decided that the nearby remains of a fire truck was her best bet. She hid her bike behind it, prepared for a quick escape, then opened the saddlebag on her bike and pulled out the home-rigged flamethrower that she’d been working on.
“Guess you’re getting the field test,” she told it, checking that the reserve was full of fuel and hoisting it up.
Party Poison was still holding out, but she could tell that his gun was losing its charge and that he would be overrun soon. She took a deep breath and turned on the nozzle, and fired a stream of flames.
It worked really, ridiculously well. It was completely awesome. Lyn-Z hadn’t taken off her helmet and the sounds the dracs made as they caught fire was muted and distant through it. She took out half the dracs in the first few passes with the flames, and quickly had cleared out enough and distracted the others so that Party Poison could run.
She cut off the flames when Party Poison got to the fire truck, and she leapt down, motioning for him to get on the bike behind her.
She kick-started the bike and took off, sending up a cloud of dust in their wake. His hands were tight on her waist and she could still see writhing dracs in her mind as she came to a stop a safe distance away.
She took off the helmet and smiled at Party Poison, who looked at her like she was some sort of hero.
“Thanks for saving my life,” he said.
“Anytime,” she said, trying to be casual and failing. “Want a ride somewhere?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Lyn-Z’s cheeks felt warm, and she couldn’t help the smile on her face. “Let’s go.”
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She took off the helmet and smiled at Party Poison, who looked at her like she was some sort of hero.
“Thanks for saving my life,” he said.
“Anytime,” she said, trying to be casual and failing. “Want a ride somewhere?”
THEM. *hugs to self*
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