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I have a list of Merlin/Kingdom Hearts/Legend of Zelda/Doctor Who/Durarara/Persona/Death Note/Avatar/Gundam Wing/Final Fantasy CHARACTERS and a list of a few of my favorite Avatar AUs, and I have numbered/lettered both of them. Pick a letter between A-F, one or two (Can pick more if needed) numbers between 1-20, and give me a prompt--mood, song lyric, whatever--and I will drabble you something based on the combination. Responses may or may not be either gory, porny, or ridiculous.
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else~
She thinks that it might be cheating somehow, because the Deku Tree had said it was her destiny to save Hyrule. Prince Zelda had looked at her, unsurprised to find a girl when the rest of Hyrule had expected a man and told her of his visions. And it was always her in the legends, one Hero of Time. The legends had never said anything about having help.
But here she was, waking up in the Temple of Time with a very unfamiliar adult body and two men telling her that to do this, she will need their help.
They both stand tall and proud before her, and she isn't sure if it's that they don't like each other or if they just don't want to really do this, but there's a tension in the air that she doesn't understand until she steps outside the temple.
Hyrule is gone. The remnant that's left is little more than bone and ash, crawling with monsters and whimpering, agonized human. The marketplace, so alive what feels like minute's ago to her stands still and quiet as the grave, it's only occupants the dead.
It breaks her heart, makes her want to rage and cry until everything goes back to how it had been before- but the dark haired man slaps a hand on her shoulder and squeezes gently.
His smile is like sunshine coming out from beyond the clouds.
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Morgana and Lightning had both been members of the Royal Guard, Morgana a mage in training and Lightning a new recruit to the guard before Ganondorf had taken the castle. And they are prideful, leaping to her defense immediately and never giving her a chance to defend herself. Months and two temples pass them by before she manages to beat it into their heads that she is not a helpless little princess, and that yes, she can manage just fine on her own.
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She stands before Ganondorf, Morgana to her left- all nervous energy and crackling embers and Lightning to her right- saber drawn and jaw set and she's never been less afraid.
When Ganondorf laughs and summons lightning and darkness she just grins. The legends may speak of one Chosen Hero, but everyone knows that Three is the sacred number. They will not lose.
♥
Matt pauses and stares, doesn't even notice when the fucking dog food he's stocking topples to the floor- spilling mounds upon mounds of the shitty off brand crap onto the floor. Any other day, he'd probably scramble and try to scoop as much of the crap back into the bag and nonchalantly place it back on the shelf and wander away, hoping his manager hadn't caught him. But today, today there's some redheaded dude in the middle of the aisle asking him where they keep the reptile stuff and holding onto the leash of the biggest fucking lizard he has ever seen.
The lizard just sits there, eying him like those fucking raptors had eyed those little kids in Jurassic Park and Matt's torn between wondering if his intestines are going to wind up strewn through aisle 8 and hoping to all hell that this is just some really fucking trippy side affect of that weed he'd smoked earlier. Fuck, he knows that Mello's laced the shit before.
But no, the guy's looking at him again, head cocked to the side and with a jolt, Matt realizes that he recognizes that particular brand of fire engine red and the green eyes attached to it.
"...you're Axel," he murmurs, and maybe it's the cotton mouth but the words come out raspy, like he's got the beginnings of a cold. And now the guy's eying him even more strangely, because even if Mello hasn't stopped talking about the asshole for months it's not like the guy knows about his dorm mate's kind of ridiculous crush.
Axel stares at him, brows furrowed and Matt tries to explain, he really does but at that moment the lizard shuffles forward and starts nosing the dog food around the aisle. Something churns in his stomach and he eyes Axel and the lizard warily. And if his voice is cracking a bit on the next sentence, well-
"...is that a fucking komodo dragon?"
And just like that the confused look fades, replaced by something that's equal parts guilty and sheepish. Axel bites his lip and runs a hand through his hair. His voice is quiet when he hisses out a small "Maybe?"
Matt should be shocked and appalled and maybe a little impressed that the kid owns a fucking dragon but- "Isn't that illegal?"
And now Axel looks downright nervous, and the next "Maybe?" is mumbled in the direction of his shoes. Matt shakes his head and eyes the reptile at his feet who's too busy gleefully spreading cheap dog food around the aisle to really give a shit. Matt really hopes that Axel's fed it recently.
He's about to ask what the fuck Axel thought he was doing when the redhead gets this weird crazed look in his eyes and pushes him down the aisle and into one of the storage closets towards the back, just dragging the dragon along like it's a fucking puppy. The door slams behind them and Axel slams his forearm up against Matt's throat, shoving him back into a towering stack of what else, fucking dog food. The lizard looks vaguely amused at the situation. Axel smells like nicotine and vaguely like what is possibly tequila.
"Look kid, I've got this roommate-" and here his voice takes on a soft, dreamy quality which Matt idly files away for later because Mello's going to be so upset. "-He's got this huge, weird thing about animal rights and has been protesting for days at that zoo a couple miles out. They were supposed to put him down," and here he eyes the dragon with a particularly fond look that should never be on the face of a man eying a 175 lb. lizard.
Matt has a suspicious feeling that he doesn't want to know why they're putting the lizard down. He gags a bit when Axel jostles his elbow against his adam's apple and his suspicions are confirmed when the other redhead mutters under his breath, "Kid had it coming anyway, sticking his hand in like that." Axel clears his throat, and his eyelashes flutter prettily against his reddening cheeks. The look is both endearing and kind of makes him look like a flustered tomato.
"Anyway, we're supposed to get him to Indonesia tomorrow but til then I need fucking lizard food." he glares nastily and Matt wants to laugh because his vision's starting to blur and he's got a carnivorous lizard sniffing his shoes, and somehow, he's still got a hard on from where Axel's skinny hips are pressing him up against the shelf.
After another glare, Axel finally releases him and stands back to allow Matt a moment to catch his breath. He eyes Axel with his crazy fucking hair and pet lizard and thinks that it's probably a good thing that he's madly in love with his weirdo roommate because if he and Mello had ever hooked up the world would have surely come to an end.
Now when he speaks he can't blame the rasp on grass. "Komodo dragons are fucking carnivores." When Axel just stares at him he mutters a quick "Fucking idiot" under his breath and tries to explain that carnivores eat meat. Which they definitely don't have in the fucking lizard aisle.
He sighs because he doesn't get paid enough to deal with this kind of shit. And what the fuck made him sign up for this job anyway? He has a fucking chinchilla.
"Look, just go to the grocery store. Buy a lot of meat before it eats you." and there's a lot of things Matt could probably say after that, like why the fuck did you steal a komodo dragon for your roommate and why the bloody fucking hell are homicidal maniacs so fucking hot and how the hell do you plan on getting to Indonesia with a giant lizard, but he just sighs and rubs at his temples when Axel turns to go.
"And Axel?"
The redhead makes an inquisitive noise and half turns, his shirt riding up just enough to tease Matt with pale hipbones. "Next time, don't bring the fucking lizard with you."
♥
You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing
There's a skeletal, dying tree just outside, placed too close to the house so that with every breath of wind its branches scratch against the window, a steady tap tap tap that makes his gut churn. With a flick of his wrist, the tree falls silent. The boy below him whimpers.
Merlin's eyes are like fire, his fingers like ice and the child's skin is frail and hot beneath them. He ghosts his thumb over plush red lips, down trembling porcelain thighs and tries to hold back the laughter because even in the dark, the colors are all wrong. He sifts a hand through blond hair several shades too pale, presses tremulous kisses to rosy and rounded little boy cheeks that go white beneath his touch. There's a scar curled around the boy's knee, perfect and stark against the skin and Merlin wonders how he got it. Wonders if there had been blood involved.
The boy whines and shudders, the half-hearted sob lacking the feeling it had three hours ago. Tears collect in his lashes and even in the dim light of the room Merlin can't pretend that the green of the boy's eyes are blue.
He smiles and somewhere beyond his madness he wonders how centuries of ever lasting life has lead to this. He thinks that it's probably Arthur's fault and laughs. It's always Arthur's fault.
The boy's trembling begins anew as Merlin's eyes flash in the dark, fresh blood bubbling from a new cut against his thigh. He murmurs prayers for lightning and snow under his breath and Merlin wonders how he thinks that the elements will help him. Static crackles across pale knuckles and the boy flinches. When Merlin brushes the back of his hand across the boy's cheek, a gesture of comfort, the boy screams. Flesh blisters.
The blue glow of electricity fills the room and icicles cling to Merlin's fingertips. His smile tastes like razors.
"Well Hope Estheim, shall we begin?"
♥
In this day and age, everyone is looking for something. Four years since her Kingdom, since the world had collapsed under a plague of Infected, and most people were still looking for the things they'd lost. The last few remnants of the life they used to have. Zelda's met hundreds of people, seen the safe houses with the scrawled words of love and hope of a thousand different people, all looking for someone. A wife, a mother, a child, a cousin, perhaps a cherished friend.
Humans have adapted to the world around them, learned to live with the terror and cope with the two to three hours of sleep a night. The human race is a bruised and pale specimen of terror and after four years of sleepless nights she can hardly remember a time when her life wasn't ruled by fear. There were of course times when her lullabies weren't the shriek of the dead, but the memories are so dim and faded that she can't even reach-
She'd met Izaya somewhere south of her Kingdom, in a small town curiously devoid of infected. He'd been laughing so hard that there were tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks, clutching a switchblade like a lifeline and surrounded by corpses.
The horror had crashed over her like a tidal wave when she's realized the reason she hadn't seen any infected walking these streets. The answer was written in the way he'd been clutching his switchblade, in the blood and brain and fragments of bone caught in his hair, in the dead (truly dead) zombies at his feet.
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Convincing him to abandon the switchblade and trade it out for a more substantial weapon had been next to impossible. Living with him had been even worse. Eventually she'd grown used to the peculiarity of Orihara Izaya, ignoring the attempts he made to fuck with her head and glaring whenever he twisted words. He was dangerous, she knew this the same way she knew that getting too close to an infected's mouth would be even worse than dying. He thought of life as a game, the apocalypse just another twist to an interesting puzzle.
But in the end, everyone has someone they're looking for. Even the dangerous people. She has Link and Sheik, her last glimpse of them when the castle had been swarmed by a horde of infected. Sheik had fought to get to her more than Link had, red eyes feral as he cut a line through the dead.
It hadn't been enough.
She's sawing through the vertebrae of a woman in her mid-forties, blood soaking her face and her already threadbare clothes and she hates using chainsaws when Izaya freezes, his knuckles going white as his grip tightens on his machete. She tugs the chainsaw free from the mess of the woman's throat and stares because his fingers are trembling when he stoops to pick something off the ground.
She watches with wide eyes as he tugs a pair of crushed sunglasses from the wreckage, lenses smeared with blood and cracked and-
Everyone has someone they're looking for. And though she hopes that he hasn't just found his, she leaves before he can find the body.
♥
She's a substitute art teacher, coming in every few weeks because Ms. Noriko loves making excuses to skip out on her class. She has red hair and pale, pale cheeks that redden whenever she's happy and a charming smile that makes Yosuke's stomach do flip flops and cause his pants to become mysteriously tighter in the way that only the pants of a teenage boy can. She puts Christmas lights up in July and Halloween Decorations up during Easter and laughs when she explains that it's to confuse the aliens when they try to take over the world.
She's Scottish, her syllables dripping with the still thick accent even though she explains that she's been living here since she was a little girl. She's flirty and beautiful, brilliant even if she laughs off her own intelligence. She loves Van Gogh and has an odd fascination with the history of Rome, and she giggles when she tells the class that her boyfriend is going to become a doctor.
Her name is Amy Pond and she is (probably) the love of Yosuke's life. Too bad someone else saw her first.
I have a list of Merlin/Kingdom Hearts/Legend of Zelda/Doctor Who/Durarara/Persona/Death Note/Avatar/Gundam Wing/Final Fantasy CHARACTERS and a list of a few of my favorite Avatar AUs, and I have numbered/lettered both of them. Pick a letter between A-F, one or two (Can pick more if needed) numbers between 1-20, and give me a prompt--mood, song lyric, whatever--and I will drabble you something based on the combination. Responses may or may not be either gory, porny, or ridiculous.
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else~
She thinks that it might be cheating somehow, because the Deku Tree had said it was her destiny to save Hyrule. Prince Zelda had looked at her, unsurprised to find a girl when the rest of Hyrule had expected a man and told her of his visions. And it was always her in the legends, one Hero of Time. The legends had never said anything about having help.
But here she was, waking up in the Temple of Time with a very unfamiliar adult body and two men telling her that to do this, she will need their help.
They both stand tall and proud before her, and she isn't sure if it's that they don't like each other or if they just don't want to really do this, but there's a tension in the air that she doesn't understand until she steps outside the temple.
Hyrule is gone. The remnant that's left is little more than bone and ash, crawling with monsters and whimpering, agonized human. The marketplace, so alive what feels like minute's ago to her stands still and quiet as the grave, it's only occupants the dead.
It breaks her heart, makes her want to rage and cry until everything goes back to how it had been before- but the dark haired man slaps a hand on her shoulder and squeezes gently.
His smile is like sunshine coming out from beyond the clouds.
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Morgana and Lightning had both been members of the Royal Guard, Morgana a mage in training and Lightning a new recruit to the guard before Ganondorf had taken the castle. And they are prideful, leaping to her defense immediately and never giving her a chance to defend herself. Months and two temples pass them by before she manages to beat it into their heads that she is not a helpless little princess, and that yes, she can manage just fine on her own.
+
She stands before Ganondorf, Morgana to her left- all nervous energy and crackling embers and Lightning to her right- saber drawn and jaw set and she's never been less afraid.
When Ganondorf laughs and summons lightning and darkness she just grins. The legends may speak of one Chosen Hero, but everyone knows that Three is the sacred number. They will not lose.
♥
Matt pauses and stares, doesn't even notice when the fucking dog food he's stocking topples to the floor- spilling mounds upon mounds of the shitty off brand crap onto the floor. Any other day, he'd probably scramble and try to scoop as much of the crap back into the bag and nonchalantly place it back on the shelf and wander away, hoping his manager hadn't caught him. But today, today there's some redheaded dude in the middle of the aisle asking him where they keep the reptile stuff and holding onto the leash of the biggest fucking lizard he has ever seen.
The lizard just sits there, eying him like those fucking raptors had eyed those little kids in Jurassic Park and Matt's torn between wondering if his intestines are going to wind up strewn through aisle 8 and hoping to all hell that this is just some really fucking trippy side affect of that weed he'd smoked earlier. Fuck, he knows that Mello's laced the shit before.
But no, the guy's looking at him again, head cocked to the side and with a jolt, Matt realizes that he recognizes that particular brand of fire engine red and the green eyes attached to it.
"...you're Axel," he murmurs, and maybe it's the cotton mouth but the words come out raspy, like he's got the beginnings of a cold. And now the guy's eying him even more strangely, because even if Mello hasn't stopped talking about the asshole for months it's not like the guy knows about his dorm mate's kind of ridiculous crush.
Axel stares at him, brows furrowed and Matt tries to explain, he really does but at that moment the lizard shuffles forward and starts nosing the dog food around the aisle. Something churns in his stomach and he eyes Axel and the lizard warily. And if his voice is cracking a bit on the next sentence, well-
"...is that a fucking komodo dragon?"
And just like that the confused look fades, replaced by something that's equal parts guilty and sheepish. Axel bites his lip and runs a hand through his hair. His voice is quiet when he hisses out a small "Maybe?"
Matt should be shocked and appalled and maybe a little impressed that the kid owns a fucking dragon but- "Isn't that illegal?"
And now Axel looks downright nervous, and the next "Maybe?" is mumbled in the direction of his shoes. Matt shakes his head and eyes the reptile at his feet who's too busy gleefully spreading cheap dog food around the aisle to really give a shit. Matt really hopes that Axel's fed it recently.
He's about to ask what the fuck Axel thought he was doing when the redhead gets this weird crazed look in his eyes and pushes him down the aisle and into one of the storage closets towards the back, just dragging the dragon along like it's a fucking puppy. The door slams behind them and Axel slams his forearm up against Matt's throat, shoving him back into a towering stack of what else, fucking dog food. The lizard looks vaguely amused at the situation. Axel smells like nicotine and vaguely like what is possibly tequila.
"Look kid, I've got this roommate-" and here his voice takes on a soft, dreamy quality which Matt idly files away for later because Mello's going to be so upset. "-He's got this huge, weird thing about animal rights and has been protesting for days at that zoo a couple miles out. They were supposed to put him down," and here he eyes the dragon with a particularly fond look that should never be on the face of a man eying a 175 lb. lizard.
Matt has a suspicious feeling that he doesn't want to know why they're putting the lizard down. He gags a bit when Axel jostles his elbow against his adam's apple and his suspicions are confirmed when the other redhead mutters under his breath, "Kid had it coming anyway, sticking his hand in like that." Axel clears his throat, and his eyelashes flutter prettily against his reddening cheeks. The look is both endearing and kind of makes him look like a flustered tomato.
"Anyway, we're supposed to get him to Indonesia tomorrow but til then I need fucking lizard food." he glares nastily and Matt wants to laugh because his vision's starting to blur and he's got a carnivorous lizard sniffing his shoes, and somehow, he's still got a hard on from where Axel's skinny hips are pressing him up against the shelf.
After another glare, Axel finally releases him and stands back to allow Matt a moment to catch his breath. He eyes Axel with his crazy fucking hair and pet lizard and thinks that it's probably a good thing that he's madly in love with his weirdo roommate because if he and Mello had ever hooked up the world would have surely come to an end.
Now when he speaks he can't blame the rasp on grass. "Komodo dragons are fucking carnivores." When Axel just stares at him he mutters a quick "Fucking idiot" under his breath and tries to explain that carnivores eat meat. Which they definitely don't have in the fucking lizard aisle.
He sighs because he doesn't get paid enough to deal with this kind of shit. And what the fuck made him sign up for this job anyway? He has a fucking chinchilla.
"Look, just go to the grocery store. Buy a lot of meat before it eats you." and there's a lot of things Matt could probably say after that, like why the fuck did you steal a komodo dragon for your roommate and why the bloody fucking hell are homicidal maniacs so fucking hot and how the hell do you plan on getting to Indonesia with a giant lizard, but he just sighs and rubs at his temples when Axel turns to go.
"And Axel?"
The redhead makes an inquisitive noise and half turns, his shirt riding up just enough to tease Matt with pale hipbones. "Next time, don't bring the fucking lizard with you."
♥
You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing
There's a skeletal, dying tree just outside, placed too close to the house so that with every breath of wind its branches scratch against the window, a steady tap tap tap that makes his gut churn. With a flick of his wrist, the tree falls silent. The boy below him whimpers.
Merlin's eyes are like fire, his fingers like ice and the child's skin is frail and hot beneath them. He ghosts his thumb over plush red lips, down trembling porcelain thighs and tries to hold back the laughter because even in the dark, the colors are all wrong. He sifts a hand through blond hair several shades too pale, presses tremulous kisses to rosy and rounded little boy cheeks that go white beneath his touch. There's a scar curled around the boy's knee, perfect and stark against the skin and Merlin wonders how he got it. Wonders if there had been blood involved.
The boy whines and shudders, the half-hearted sob lacking the feeling it had three hours ago. Tears collect in his lashes and even in the dim light of the room Merlin can't pretend that the green of the boy's eyes are blue.
He smiles and somewhere beyond his madness he wonders how centuries of ever lasting life has lead to this. He thinks that it's probably Arthur's fault and laughs. It's always Arthur's fault.
The boy's trembling begins anew as Merlin's eyes flash in the dark, fresh blood bubbling from a new cut against his thigh. He murmurs prayers for lightning and snow under his breath and Merlin wonders how he thinks that the elements will help him. Static crackles across pale knuckles and the boy flinches. When Merlin brushes the back of his hand across the boy's cheek, a gesture of comfort, the boy screams. Flesh blisters.
The blue glow of electricity fills the room and icicles cling to Merlin's fingertips. His smile tastes like razors.
"Well Hope Estheim, shall we begin?"
♥
In this day and age, everyone is looking for something. Four years since her Kingdom, since the world had collapsed under a plague of Infected, and most people were still looking for the things they'd lost. The last few remnants of the life they used to have. Zelda's met hundreds of people, seen the safe houses with the scrawled words of love and hope of a thousand different people, all looking for someone. A wife, a mother, a child, a cousin, perhaps a cherished friend.
Humans have adapted to the world around them, learned to live with the terror and cope with the two to three hours of sleep a night. The human race is a bruised and pale specimen of terror and after four years of sleepless nights she can hardly remember a time when her life wasn't ruled by fear. There were of course times when her lullabies weren't the shriek of the dead, but the memories are so dim and faded that she can't even reach-
She'd met Izaya somewhere south of her Kingdom, in a small town curiously devoid of infected. He'd been laughing so hard that there were tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks, clutching a switchblade like a lifeline and surrounded by corpses.
The horror had crashed over her like a tidal wave when she's realized the reason she hadn't seen any infected walking these streets. The answer was written in the way he'd been clutching his switchblade, in the blood and brain and fragments of bone caught in his hair, in the dead (truly dead) zombies at his feet.
+
Convincing him to abandon the switchblade and trade it out for a more substantial weapon had been next to impossible. Living with him had been even worse. Eventually she'd grown used to the peculiarity of Orihara Izaya, ignoring the attempts he made to fuck with her head and glaring whenever he twisted words. He was dangerous, she knew this the same way she knew that getting too close to an infected's mouth would be even worse than dying. He thought of life as a game, the apocalypse just another twist to an interesting puzzle.
But in the end, everyone has someone they're looking for. Even the dangerous people. She has Link and Sheik, her last glimpse of them when the castle had been swarmed by a horde of infected. Sheik had fought to get to her more than Link had, red eyes feral as he cut a line through the dead.
It hadn't been enough.
She's sawing through the vertebrae of a woman in her mid-forties, blood soaking her face and her already threadbare clothes and she hates using chainsaws when Izaya freezes, his knuckles going white as his grip tightens on his machete. She tugs the chainsaw free from the mess of the woman's throat and stares because his fingers are trembling when he stoops to pick something off the ground.
She watches with wide eyes as he tugs a pair of crushed sunglasses from the wreckage, lenses smeared with blood and cracked and-
Everyone has someone they're looking for. And though she hopes that he hasn't just found his, she leaves before he can find the body.
♥
She's a substitute art teacher, coming in every few weeks because Ms. Noriko loves making excuses to skip out on her class. She has red hair and pale, pale cheeks that redden whenever she's happy and a charming smile that makes Yosuke's stomach do flip flops and cause his pants to become mysteriously tighter in the way that only the pants of a teenage boy can. She puts Christmas lights up in July and Halloween Decorations up during Easter and laughs when she explains that it's to confuse the aliens when they try to take over the world.
She's Scottish, her syllables dripping with the still thick accent even though she explains that she's been living here since she was a little girl. She's flirty and beautiful, brilliant even if she laughs off her own intelligence. She loves Van Gogh and has an odd fascination with the history of Rome, and she giggles when she tells the class that her boyfriend is going to become a doctor.
Her name is Amy Pond and she is (probably) the love of Yosuke's life. Too bad someone else saw her first.