Short, multifandom songfics
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
I’m doing this meme again, because I really enjoyed it the first time and I think I got some neat drabbles out of it. I’m not planning to do any specific pairing or fandom, but we’ll see what happens. These are totally unedited for everything except typos, so expect them to be a bit rougher than my usual work.
ALSO: I’m not really keeping to the time limit. I just want to be writing, and if I’ve got a good thing going, I’m not going to stop myself.
ALSO: I only did five, because it was late and I needed sleep.
Author’s notes for all the pieces follow at the end.
WARNINGS: (Lightly) implied incest, (lightly) implied underage, absolutely no pr0n, unedited writing, a bad joke, wordiness, AU, (non-explicit) prostitution, crazy angel theories that even I don’t understand, implied death, songs from musicals, and a mention of Glenn Beck.
1. Colorblind - Counting Crows (Sam&Dean or Sam/Dean, SPN)
“Pull me out from inside/I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding”
This is all going to end in death, and Dean knows it, has known it since Hell, maybe even before. He feels like crying all the time now, and he knows he should hate himself for being so weak, and he knows that he should be afraid of not feeling that way, but all that’s inside him now is an emptiness that he’s starting to become used to. This is what fate feels like, he thinks, during the long nights, the long drives he can remember enjoying in another life. Fate feels like laying back and letting them have their way. Feels like giving up the fight. The Dean he remembers would never have given up or given in, but he’s not that Dean anymore. That Dean’s dead.
He looks at Sam, sometimes, and wonders if that’s what’s wrong. He thinks it goes deeper than that, that he always loved Sam more than Sam loved him, but maybe that’s part of it. And they drive and they drive and he can almost feel the power radiating off his brother’s skin, or maybe that’s just the anger, and it comes to the same thing in the end, doesn’t it? And maybe it scares him a little, but still - it’s all going to end in death anyway, and so what does it matter how they get there?
More than anything else, Dean feels that they’re going to be each other’s end, the final words in the final chapters of their lives. And, strangely, it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s all about family, always has been, because of that fateful, firey night, yes, but even before, something in the DNA, in the blood. Deep down, Dean knows that as long as one of them is left alive, it’s never going to be over, never going to end. They’re both hanging on too tight, cutting off all the air, all the life. It’ll be both or neither, and if he’s perfectly honest with himself, and why not, Dean hopes they’ll finally get their ending, their rest, whatever it may be.
2. Do Your Thing - Basement Jaxx (Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert, TDS/TCR)
“I don’t need no TV, I don’t need no news/All I need is a bumpin’ beat to bump away my blues”
Jon’s been watching Glenn Beck again, and he’s seriously about to punch the TV. He can’t afford to not watch the show - the man is an absolute goldmine of material - but it’s frustrating as all hell. People watch this and believe it, goddamn it, and it just makes him so mad.
He’s been doing this gig long enough to know when he needs a break - keep at it too long and you miss the funny. So he pulls out his phone and speed dials Stephen. It rings…and rings…and rings…and he’s almost given up hope that Stephen will pick up at all, and then he really will punch the TV, and that’ll probably end with a visit to the ER. So he’s quite relieved when Stephen does pick up, yelling a greeting over what sounds like loud dance music in the background.
“St…Stephen? Where are you, man? Are you…at a club?” Jon asks, unable to mask his disbelief at the idea of his friend in such a place.
A laugh on the other end. “Jon, how long have you known me? You really think that’s where I am at ten at night on a Wednesday?”
Jon rolls his eyes. “You wish, old man. But please tell me you’re not listening to that for fun….” Stephen sounds out of breath, and Jon suddenly gets a flash of exactly what he could be doing that would require loud, masking background music and cause him to be out of breath, as well as take a long time to get to the phone. It’s a shockingly arousing image, and Jon’s already reaching for his zipper when Stephen answers.
“I know I made fun of this DDR thing on the show, but seriously? It’s really fun. You should give it a try sometime, Jon…Jon? Still there?” Stephen asks.
And then Jon is laughing so hard it’s not until a full three minutes later that he can answer.
3. The Girls of the Night - Jekyll & Hyde (Hooker!Tamaki, Ouran High School Host Club)
“Ask me to share your fantasies, dear/but don't ask me where tomorrow is./Don't ask me where to find happiness/though I know for sure where sorrow is.”
The night is cold. It’s getting on into autumn, and though his skin breaks into goosebumps with each gust of wind, Tamaki leaves his chest bare. He leans back into the rough brick wall and tilts his head up into the breeze, looking down at the world through long eyelashes and letting his hair flutter prettily. It’s an irony that haunts him every day, every night, what exactly hosting in high school was perfect preperation for. The training hasn’t left him, and he still knows exactly what angles to hit to show himself off to his best advantage, exactly how to make them want him. His customers are a bit different these days, but the principles are still the same. It’s all the same, and he could almost let himself enjoy it if he didn’t know where it was going to end.
He’s not sure if he could continue doing it if he was alone. But every morning, when dawn breaks, he goes back to the group of people he’s long stopped thinking of as the club. They’re his family now, true in every sense of the word but for blood, and they’re counting on him to provide. The world is a different place since the war, and they all have to eat somehow. He’s always called himself Daddy, and fathers provide for their families. And yes, he’ll do even this, every night until he’s too old and broken to be wanted any longer. And then he’ll find some other way. He’ll not let his family down, not while he draws breath, and that? That’s a promise.
4. I Know Things Now - Into the Woods (Hook/Wendy, Peter Pan - non-explicit, mostly bookverse with a tiny bit from the movie thrown it)
“And he showed me things/Many beautiful things,/That I hadn't thought to explore./They were off my path,/So I never had dared./I had been so careful,/I never had cared./And he made me feel excited/Well, excited and scared.”
Wendy had never imagined that anything could be more exciting and wonderful than Neverland. How could one want anything more than endless summers with Peter and her brothers and the boys, playing at war games and watching the mermaids and napping on warm rocks during calm afternoons? But as the conflict with the pirates drew out longer and longer and it became clearer that nothing more than a stalemate would ever come of it, Peter began to drift. Perhaps, had Peter bested the pirates, Wendy would have stayed and played with the boys forever, or perhaps she would have returned to her own window to grow up and live a normal life. But that is not what happened, and so we shall never know.
Instead, Peter disappeared for longer and longer stretches at a time, and Wendy took no joy in the island without Peter there. She must have known, deep down, that one day he wouldn’t be coming back. But as a good wife and mother must, she shut out this knowledge and kept house as neatly as if he were hovering just over her shoulder. Still…the boredom came, and eventually it pushed her to go places and do things she never would have considered before.
Hook was nothing if not observant, and he noticed Wendy on her very first solo trip within sight of the Jolly Roger. The childish glee had disappeared from her face, and instead, he saw an expression he’d seen on the faces of many women he’d known - whores and doxies, mostly, but he also remembered it from the upper crust of English society, a jadedness that blanked them out completely. On Wendy, though, the effect was quite different. Instead of erasing her out, that look served to highlight something new, something exciting that Hook had never seen in his many years of chasing lost boys. Something that shone in the corner of her mouth, the very edge of soft, pink lips…something that Hook suddenly wanted very nearly as much as he wanted to watch the light fade from Pan’s eyes. And if he couldn’t have the one, he’d be damned if he lost his chance at the other.
When he offered her his arm and led her to his cabin - to allow her rest from her long journey and perhaps show her a book or two he’d kept from the last voyage out - she looked up at him with something like gratitude, a mix of excitement and fear flashing in her eyes, and Hook knew he’d already won. And perhaps, just perhaps…there was something else to live for after all.
5. Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones (Castiel, SPN AU)
“I watched a change in you/It’s like you never had wings/Now you feel so alive/I’ve watched you change”
It was about Sam. It had always been about Sam.
The ruse was elaborate, and it went nearly all the way to the top. It had been easy to choose a decoy. They were brothers, and Dean did have a role to play. But he had been a pretty distraction at best, and a dangerous nuisance at worst.
Endgame. It was all about endgame.
Azazel had been playing both sides, though he didn’t know it at the time. Lilith was too lost in her madness to notice the plans of Heaven taking root all around her. Lucifer was locked in his golden tower, perhaps turning a languid eye earthward from time to time, hardly caring. He knew as well as any of them that his time had not yet come.
He felt nearly sorry that Uriel hadn’t been told. He could have been a powerful ally. But there were few among them who even had the capability to understand what was happening, and Uriel had not been one of them. No matter now.
Anna. Anna was a problem. She knew both too much and not enough, and he felt that she would have to be taken care of sooner rather than later. Not yet. Not yet.
Castiel watched carefully as the pieces moved, took their places on the board. The time was nearing.
His eyes never left Sam for a moment. A pawn, now, nothing but a mostly human boy. But sometimes pawns have destinies. Sometimes they change, if they can get far enough along.
Sam was almost there.
***
Author’s Notes:
1 - I think this was just all my feelings about Supernatural right now coming out in one big Dean-POV blur. I actually quite like it, despite it being soul-crushingly sad.
2 - Lord, this song was hard to find a fic for! It has hardly any lyrics, and it’s way happier than the stuff I usually write. Hopefully the joke came across…I wasn’t sure if it would. This is probably my least favorite of the five.
3 - OMG how could an Ouran fic get this incredibly dark? I mean, right? The show is so happy-go-lucky and then I turn it into this! Still…I actually totally love this. I think it might be my favorite. This or the first one. I might write more of this universe.
4 - I was really trying to copy the narrative style of the book in this one. I hope it worked. I could totally continue this fic, but…there’s seriously no audience for it. It’s pretty much just me. Still, I definitely like it.
5 - Ok, I have absolutely no idea where this came from or what Castiel is talking about. If anyone would care to put forth a theory, I’ll be happy to listen. Liking the style, though.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
I’m doing this meme again, because I really enjoyed it the first time and I think I got some neat drabbles out of it. I’m not planning to do any specific pairing or fandom, but we’ll see what happens. These are totally unedited for everything except typos, so expect them to be a bit rougher than my usual work.
ALSO: I’m not really keeping to the time limit. I just want to be writing, and if I’ve got a good thing going, I’m not going to stop myself.
ALSO: I only did five, because it was late and I needed sleep.
Author’s notes for all the pieces follow at the end.
WARNINGS: (Lightly) implied incest, (lightly) implied underage, absolutely no pr0n, unedited writing, a bad joke, wordiness, AU, (non-explicit) prostitution, crazy angel theories that even I don’t understand, implied death, songs from musicals, and a mention of Glenn Beck.
1. Colorblind - Counting Crows (Sam&Dean or Sam/Dean, SPN)
“Pull me out from inside/I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding”
This is all going to end in death, and Dean knows it, has known it since Hell, maybe even before. He feels like crying all the time now, and he knows he should hate himself for being so weak, and he knows that he should be afraid of not feeling that way, but all that’s inside him now is an emptiness that he’s starting to become used to. This is what fate feels like, he thinks, during the long nights, the long drives he can remember enjoying in another life. Fate feels like laying back and letting them have their way. Feels like giving up the fight. The Dean he remembers would never have given up or given in, but he’s not that Dean anymore. That Dean’s dead.
He looks at Sam, sometimes, and wonders if that’s what’s wrong. He thinks it goes deeper than that, that he always loved Sam more than Sam loved him, but maybe that’s part of it. And they drive and they drive and he can almost feel the power radiating off his brother’s skin, or maybe that’s just the anger, and it comes to the same thing in the end, doesn’t it? And maybe it scares him a little, but still - it’s all going to end in death anyway, and so what does it matter how they get there?
More than anything else, Dean feels that they’re going to be each other’s end, the final words in the final chapters of their lives. And, strangely, it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s all about family, always has been, because of that fateful, firey night, yes, but even before, something in the DNA, in the blood. Deep down, Dean knows that as long as one of them is left alive, it’s never going to be over, never going to end. They’re both hanging on too tight, cutting off all the air, all the life. It’ll be both or neither, and if he’s perfectly honest with himself, and why not, Dean hopes they’ll finally get their ending, their rest, whatever it may be.
2. Do Your Thing - Basement Jaxx (Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert, TDS/TCR)
“I don’t need no TV, I don’t need no news/All I need is a bumpin’ beat to bump away my blues”
Jon’s been watching Glenn Beck again, and he’s seriously about to punch the TV. He can’t afford to not watch the show - the man is an absolute goldmine of material - but it’s frustrating as all hell. People watch this and believe it, goddamn it, and it just makes him so mad.
He’s been doing this gig long enough to know when he needs a break - keep at it too long and you miss the funny. So he pulls out his phone and speed dials Stephen. It rings…and rings…and rings…and he’s almost given up hope that Stephen will pick up at all, and then he really will punch the TV, and that’ll probably end with a visit to the ER. So he’s quite relieved when Stephen does pick up, yelling a greeting over what sounds like loud dance music in the background.
“St…Stephen? Where are you, man? Are you…at a club?” Jon asks, unable to mask his disbelief at the idea of his friend in such a place.
A laugh on the other end. “Jon, how long have you known me? You really think that’s where I am at ten at night on a Wednesday?”
Jon rolls his eyes. “You wish, old man. But please tell me you’re not listening to that for fun….” Stephen sounds out of breath, and Jon suddenly gets a flash of exactly what he could be doing that would require loud, masking background music and cause him to be out of breath, as well as take a long time to get to the phone. It’s a shockingly arousing image, and Jon’s already reaching for his zipper when Stephen answers.
“I know I made fun of this DDR thing on the show, but seriously? It’s really fun. You should give it a try sometime, Jon…Jon? Still there?” Stephen asks.
And then Jon is laughing so hard it’s not until a full three minutes later that he can answer.
3. The Girls of the Night - Jekyll & Hyde (Hooker!Tamaki, Ouran High School Host Club)
“Ask me to share your fantasies, dear/but don't ask me where tomorrow is./Don't ask me where to find happiness/though I know for sure where sorrow is.”
The night is cold. It’s getting on into autumn, and though his skin breaks into goosebumps with each gust of wind, Tamaki leaves his chest bare. He leans back into the rough brick wall and tilts his head up into the breeze, looking down at the world through long eyelashes and letting his hair flutter prettily. It’s an irony that haunts him every day, every night, what exactly hosting in high school was perfect preperation for. The training hasn’t left him, and he still knows exactly what angles to hit to show himself off to his best advantage, exactly how to make them want him. His customers are a bit different these days, but the principles are still the same. It’s all the same, and he could almost let himself enjoy it if he didn’t know where it was going to end.
He’s not sure if he could continue doing it if he was alone. But every morning, when dawn breaks, he goes back to the group of people he’s long stopped thinking of as the club. They’re his family now, true in every sense of the word but for blood, and they’re counting on him to provide. The world is a different place since the war, and they all have to eat somehow. He’s always called himself Daddy, and fathers provide for their families. And yes, he’ll do even this, every night until he’s too old and broken to be wanted any longer. And then he’ll find some other way. He’ll not let his family down, not while he draws breath, and that? That’s a promise.
4. I Know Things Now - Into the Woods (Hook/Wendy, Peter Pan - non-explicit, mostly bookverse with a tiny bit from the movie thrown it)
“And he showed me things/Many beautiful things,/That I hadn't thought to explore./They were off my path,/So I never had dared./I had been so careful,/I never had cared./And he made me feel excited/Well, excited and scared.”
Wendy had never imagined that anything could be more exciting and wonderful than Neverland. How could one want anything more than endless summers with Peter and her brothers and the boys, playing at war games and watching the mermaids and napping on warm rocks during calm afternoons? But as the conflict with the pirates drew out longer and longer and it became clearer that nothing more than a stalemate would ever come of it, Peter began to drift. Perhaps, had Peter bested the pirates, Wendy would have stayed and played with the boys forever, or perhaps she would have returned to her own window to grow up and live a normal life. But that is not what happened, and so we shall never know.
Instead, Peter disappeared for longer and longer stretches at a time, and Wendy took no joy in the island without Peter there. She must have known, deep down, that one day he wouldn’t be coming back. But as a good wife and mother must, she shut out this knowledge and kept house as neatly as if he were hovering just over her shoulder. Still…the boredom came, and eventually it pushed her to go places and do things she never would have considered before.
Hook was nothing if not observant, and he noticed Wendy on her very first solo trip within sight of the Jolly Roger. The childish glee had disappeared from her face, and instead, he saw an expression he’d seen on the faces of many women he’d known - whores and doxies, mostly, but he also remembered it from the upper crust of English society, a jadedness that blanked them out completely. On Wendy, though, the effect was quite different. Instead of erasing her out, that look served to highlight something new, something exciting that Hook had never seen in his many years of chasing lost boys. Something that shone in the corner of her mouth, the very edge of soft, pink lips…something that Hook suddenly wanted very nearly as much as he wanted to watch the light fade from Pan’s eyes. And if he couldn’t have the one, he’d be damned if he lost his chance at the other.
When he offered her his arm and led her to his cabin - to allow her rest from her long journey and perhaps show her a book or two he’d kept from the last voyage out - she looked up at him with something like gratitude, a mix of excitement and fear flashing in her eyes, and Hook knew he’d already won. And perhaps, just perhaps…there was something else to live for after all.
5. Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones (Castiel, SPN AU)
“I watched a change in you/It’s like you never had wings/Now you feel so alive/I’ve watched you change”
It was about Sam. It had always been about Sam.
The ruse was elaborate, and it went nearly all the way to the top. It had been easy to choose a decoy. They were brothers, and Dean did have a role to play. But he had been a pretty distraction at best, and a dangerous nuisance at worst.
Endgame. It was all about endgame.
Azazel had been playing both sides, though he didn’t know it at the time. Lilith was too lost in her madness to notice the plans of Heaven taking root all around her. Lucifer was locked in his golden tower, perhaps turning a languid eye earthward from time to time, hardly caring. He knew as well as any of them that his time had not yet come.
He felt nearly sorry that Uriel hadn’t been told. He could have been a powerful ally. But there were few among them who even had the capability to understand what was happening, and Uriel had not been one of them. No matter now.
Anna. Anna was a problem. She knew both too much and not enough, and he felt that she would have to be taken care of sooner rather than later. Not yet. Not yet.
Castiel watched carefully as the pieces moved, took their places on the board. The time was nearing.
His eyes never left Sam for a moment. A pawn, now, nothing but a mostly human boy. But sometimes pawns have destinies. Sometimes they change, if they can get far enough along.
Sam was almost there.
***
Author’s Notes:
1 - I think this was just all my feelings about Supernatural right now coming out in one big Dean-POV blur. I actually quite like it, despite it being soul-crushingly sad.
2 - Lord, this song was hard to find a fic for! It has hardly any lyrics, and it’s way happier than the stuff I usually write. Hopefully the joke came across…I wasn’t sure if it would. This is probably my least favorite of the five.
3 - OMG how could an Ouran fic get this incredibly dark? I mean, right? The show is so happy-go-lucky and then I turn it into this! Still…I actually totally love this. I think it might be my favorite. This or the first one. I might write more of this universe.
4 - I was really trying to copy the narrative style of the book in this one. I hope it worked. I could totally continue this fic, but…there’s seriously no audience for it. It’s pretty much just me. Still, I definitely like it.
5 - Ok, I have absolutely no idea where this came from or what Castiel is talking about. If anyone would care to put forth a theory, I’ll be happy to listen. Liking the style, though.