Prompt Table 6 - Sugar, Dream, Survive, Poetry and Trust
Yeah... I'm back ;) Still apologizing. Will Caingerbread ease the pain?
Rating: All are G
Summary: A history of Wyatt and Adora. Can be read as a complete set or as single, unrelated scenes. There is no real order, either way.
Notes: Each of these is related to a song - the basis for all of these is a fanmix that I've been working on for a few months now. I wanted to try and do a ficmix (or whatever they're called). Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. There are 35 total. Nine will not be related, but those will be marked as such if I get to them
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Title: Sugar
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Sugar
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
DG really wasn’t in a rush to get back to Kansas. Her stuff wasn’t that valuable - though she would like her sketchbooks, not to mention a new pair of jeans.
But she missed sugar. God, did she miss sugar.
The O.Z. equivalent wasn’t bad, but it just wasn’t sugar.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, but she’d had the hiccups for two days.
Cain had laughed at her. Glitch wanted to study her. The only person who was on her side was Ahamo.
Raw tried to use his abilities to calm her affliction, but it didn’t work.
She needed sugar.
Title: Dream
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Dream
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
When she was tired, DG became grumpy. The more tired she was, the more she would fight to stay awake. The more she fought, the grumpier she became.
Glitch had passed out nearly an hour before, as had Raw. The Queen and Ahamo had taken Azkadellia down the hall, leaving DG in the company of Wyatt Cain.
He knew Jeb was fine, as they’d spoken earlier, but now he was trying to get her to sleep, because he was completely exhausted.
Then it clicked and he knew why she was fighting sleep.
“We’ll be here when you wake up, Kid.”
Title: Survive
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Survive
For a while, they stayed in Central City. Right under Zero’s nose. Adora had even delivered his laundry to Missus Zero the second.
Eventually, she and Jeb moved back to the country. It was easier for them that way, especially because the Resistance had but cut in half with the last pass of the Longcoats.
Adora had become a camp mother to the families taking refuge with them.
She refused to tell them her story, but told them to stay strong. Most of the women lost their husbands to a bullet. Two to the suit.
Those women, Adora confided in.
Title: Poetry
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Poetry
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
‘Don’t look disinterested. You’re happy to be here. Most thrilling event of your life. Nod and smile. Smile and nod.’ DG beamed and gave the man across from her an approving turn of the head.
‘Please, God! Kill me now.’ Her eye caught Cain’s from beneath his hat. He had that schoolteacher ‘I can see you and I don’t approve’ look.
She couldn’t help it. When everyone in the room began clapping, she blinked and joined in, smiling again.
An hour later, she turned to Cain as they moved down the hallway.
“Royal decree: No more poetry readings.”
Cain agreed.
Title: Trust
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Trust
“Are you sure you want to do this? You told me what happened to those men in Central City Square,” Adora asked with a shaky voice.
Wyatt looked up to her but said nothing. She sighed, knowing that he hadn’t considered this decision lightly. Wyatt moved to her and pulled her into a hug.
“He asked me,” Wyatt said calmly. “I-” They had agreed to always make decisions together, but he was honestly stuck.
He knew the Mystic Man would never force him to do something he didn’t want to.
She knew he couldn’t turn down a plea for help.
Rating: All are G
Summary: A history of Wyatt and Adora. Can be read as a complete set or as single, unrelated scenes. There is no real order, either way.
Notes: Each of these is related to a song - the basis for all of these is a fanmix that I've been working on for a few months now. I wanted to try and do a ficmix (or whatever they're called). Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. There are 35 total. Nine will not be related, but those will be marked as such if I get to them
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Title: Sugar
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Sugar
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
DG really wasn’t in a rush to get back to Kansas. Her stuff wasn’t that valuable - though she would like her sketchbooks, not to mention a new pair of jeans.
But she missed sugar. God, did she miss sugar.
The O.Z. equivalent wasn’t bad, but it just wasn’t sugar.
It wouldn’t have been so bad, but she’d had the hiccups for two days.
Cain had laughed at her. Glitch wanted to study her. The only person who was on her side was Ahamo.
Raw tried to use his abilities to calm her affliction, but it didn’t work.
She needed sugar.
Title: Dream
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Dream
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
When she was tired, DG became grumpy. The more tired she was, the more she would fight to stay awake. The more she fought, the grumpier she became.
Glitch had passed out nearly an hour before, as had Raw. The Queen and Ahamo had taken Azkadellia down the hall, leaving DG in the company of Wyatt Cain.
He knew Jeb was fine, as they’d spoken earlier, but now he was trying to get her to sleep, because he was completely exhausted.
Then it clicked and he knew why she was fighting sleep.
“We’ll be here when you wake up, Kid.”
Title: Survive
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Survive
For a while, they stayed in Central City. Right under Zero’s nose. Adora had even delivered his laundry to Missus Zero the second.
Eventually, she and Jeb moved back to the country. It was easier for them that way, especially because the Resistance had but cut in half with the last pass of the Longcoats.
Adora had become a camp mother to the families taking refuge with them.
She refused to tell them her story, but told them to stay strong. Most of the women lost their husbands to a bullet. Two to the suit.
Those women, Adora confided in.
Title: Poetry
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Poetry
*not part of Wyatt/Adora
‘Don’t look disinterested. You’re happy to be here. Most thrilling event of your life. Nod and smile. Smile and nod.’ DG beamed and gave the man across from her an approving turn of the head.
‘Please, God! Kill me now.’ Her eye caught Cain’s from beneath his hat. He had that schoolteacher ‘I can see you and I don’t approve’ look.
She couldn’t help it. When everyone in the room began clapping, she blinked and joined in, smiling again.
An hour later, she turned to Cain as they moved down the hallway.
“Royal decree: No more poetry readings.”
Cain agreed.
Title: Trust
Team: Longcoats
Length: small (100)
Table Number: 6
Prompt: Trust
“Are you sure you want to do this? You told me what happened to those men in Central City Square,” Adora asked with a shaky voice.
Wyatt looked up to her but said nothing. She sighed, knowing that he hadn’t considered this decision lightly. Wyatt moved to her and pulled her into a hug.
“He asked me,” Wyatt said calmly. “I-” They had agreed to always make decisions together, but he was honestly stuck.
He knew the Mystic Man would never force him to do something he didn’t want to.
She knew he couldn’t turn down a plea for help.