prompt drabbles
prompts were given for a three sentence fic challenge. all prompts from tumblr users.
Alibaba has a co-worker named Shinya who makes him a little nervous, like a rabbit near a hunting dog that’s made a choice not to kill them, that they could change at any moment. He works the cash register with only the barest of pleasantries and doesn’t seem to eat anything for lunch; he watches people sharply, like he expects them all to do something to him. When Alibaba goes to tap his shoulder, asking if he has any nickels, because his register is out, Shinya starts, and almost twists Alibaba’s arm behind his back - and Alibaba’s almost angry, until he sees the way Shinya is breathing hard, almost scared, but more on alert, and realizes he really doesn’t know what this guy’s been through.
It was nice, to look over at the other side of the long row of tables, and see his red hair as he grinned at people going past, offering brownies and cookies and brittles and other sugary things people had made for you two to sell during lunch hour at school to raise money for the upcoming dance - which, of course, neither of you were planning on going to. Despite that, you feel comforted knowing he was here, just a few feet away, talking like normal, without any filters or masks - and you’re not sure why you feel that way, because he’s never been anything but honest, you think. He looks at you at the end of your shift and smiles, says, we made a pretty good amount of money, huh? and you reply, a little flustered, yeah, it’s great,because you’re not sure why, but something about how normal this all is is just - enough to make you hold his hand tight, after you clean up everything and deliver the money to the front office, walking to class, and he doesn’t say a word, but he squeezes back.
Kida Masaomi knows his parents are dead - the caretakers never say as much, but he knows; they died in a car accident that he can’t remember, but he knows it happened. He’s 12 years old now and he’s been in this orphanage for ten years, never been adopted because he’s never wanted to be, and no one’s wanted a brat who glares at them with eyes like molten amber; he has friends, though, but they’ve all been eager to leave. Then there’s a kid with soft black hair and softer blue eyes, frozen, who’s easy to talk to and easy to like (and maybe just a little off balance) - and Kida gets attached to him, wonders if maybe he’ll be adopted soon, too, just like everyone else, and leave him behind.
- metalkun: alibaba and kogami work at Walmart
Alibaba has a co-worker named Shinya who makes him a little nervous, like a rabbit near a hunting dog that’s made a choice not to kill them, that they could change at any moment. He works the cash register with only the barest of pleasantries and doesn’t seem to eat anything for lunch; he watches people sharply, like he expects them all to do something to him. When Alibaba goes to tap his shoulder, asking if he has any nickels, because his register is out, Shinya starts, and almost twists Alibaba’s arm behind his back - and Alibaba’s almost angry, until he sees the way Shinya is breathing hard, almost scared, but more on alert, and realizes he really doesn’t know what this guy’s been through.
- assmeister: AU where you and a husband of your choice get stuck baking stuff for a bake sale
It was nice, to look over at the other side of the long row of tables, and see his red hair as he grinned at people going past, offering brownies and cookies and brittles and other sugary things people had made for you two to sell during lunch hour at school to raise money for the upcoming dance - which, of course, neither of you were planning on going to. Despite that, you feel comforted knowing he was here, just a few feet away, talking like normal, without any filters or masks - and you’re not sure why you feel that way, because he’s never been anything but honest, you think. He looks at you at the end of your shift and smiles, says, we made a pretty good amount of money, huh? and you reply, a little flustered, yeah, it’s great,because you’re not sure why, but something about how normal this all is is just - enough to make you hold his hand tight, after you clean up everything and deliver the money to the front office, walking to class, and he doesn’t say a word, but he squeezes back.
- haatomune: Kida, orphan AU? *A* Bonus for a dash of Mikado~~~
Kida Masaomi knows his parents are dead - the caretakers never say as much, but he knows; they died in a car accident that he can’t remember, but he knows it happened. He’s 12 years old now and he’s been in this orphanage for ten years, never been adopted because he’s never wanted to be, and no one’s wanted a brat who glares at them with eyes like molten amber; he has friends, though, but they’ve all been eager to leave. Then there’s a kid with soft black hair and softer blue eyes, frozen, who’s easy to talk to and easy to like (and maybe just a little off balance) - and Kida gets attached to him, wonders if maybe he’ll be adopted soon, too, just like everyone else, and leave him behind.