Drabble meme
Nabbed from Katie (nothinbutherain)
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of thirty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1. (( Most are just over 30 words. My bad. Also, I didn't cheat. I'm quite amazed at the results, myself. Also, also: I realize they're shite.))
1. The Tenth Doctor
2. Sylar/Gabriel Grey
3. Jack Harkness
4. Howard Moon
5. Eric Northman
6. Vince Noir
7. Maurice Moss
8. Gwen Cooper
9. Ianto Jones
10. Elphaba Thropp
Four and Six: First time
Howard shuddered as pure ecstasy spread through his limbs. "Oh...Vince!" His body arched under the younger man's.
"Howard?" Vince lifted his head from Howard's groin, "I haven't touched you, yet."
Seven: Angst
Moss couldn't believe his eyes. He looked away, convincing himself that when he looked back, everything would be fine.
The screen was dead; power was out in the whole building.
No computers.
One and Eight: AU
Gwen ducked into the TARDIS, followed closely by the Doctor. Her breath came in gasps, punctuated by snippets of laughter.
"Are you okay?" He asked, smiling over the console at his companion.
"Never better."
Three, Six, and Nine: Threesome
Ianto pressed Vince against the cog door, his lips hot and needy against the former zookeeper's.
"Anyone up for a little naked hide and seek?" Jack Harkness asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.
One: Crack
The Doctor surveyed himself in the mirror. He enjoyed the shapeliness of his calves, the way the fabric clung to his thighs.
Hopefully, Donna wouldn't notice her missing pumps and skirt.
Ten: Horror
Elphaba looked down at the body laying in the snow. No wizard would help them, now.
She watched the blood glisten in the sun. Oh, how it reminded her of rubies.
Five and Nine: Baby fic
The infant gave a warbling cry, his tiny fists flailing. Eric looked down at the child apprehensively. “Is it supposed to make that noise?”
“Yes, he’s hungry.” Ianto thrust a bottle at his mate, smiling happily.
Two and Eight: Dark
A sadistic smile spread across Gwen’s face, her gun against Sylar’s temple. “Beg me.” She demanded. “Beg me for mercy.”
For the first time in years, Sylar felt truly afraid.
Two and Three: Death fic
The man who could never die was dying. His breaths were labored and ragged. Painful.
Sylar brushed the hair from Jack’s eyes, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“I’m not.”
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of thirty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1. (( Most are just over 30 words. My bad. Also, I didn't cheat. I'm quite amazed at the results, myself. Also, also: I realize they're shite.))
1. The Tenth Doctor
2. Sylar/Gabriel Grey
3. Jack Harkness
4. Howard Moon
5. Eric Northman
6. Vince Noir
7. Maurice Moss
8. Gwen Cooper
9. Ianto Jones
10. Elphaba Thropp
Four and Six: First time
Howard shuddered as pure ecstasy spread through his limbs. "Oh...Vince!" His body arched under the younger man's.
"Howard?" Vince lifted his head from Howard's groin, "I haven't touched you, yet."
Seven: Angst
Moss couldn't believe his eyes. He looked away, convincing himself that when he looked back, everything would be fine.
The screen was dead; power was out in the whole building.
No computers.
One and Eight: AU
Gwen ducked into the TARDIS, followed closely by the Doctor. Her breath came in gasps, punctuated by snippets of laughter.
"Are you okay?" He asked, smiling over the console at his companion.
"Never better."
Three, Six, and Nine: Threesome
Ianto pressed Vince against the cog door, his lips hot and needy against the former zookeeper's.
"Anyone up for a little naked hide and seek?" Jack Harkness asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.
One: Crack
The Doctor surveyed himself in the mirror. He enjoyed the shapeliness of his calves, the way the fabric clung to his thighs.
Hopefully, Donna wouldn't notice her missing pumps and skirt.
Ten: Horror
Elphaba looked down at the body laying in the snow. No wizard would help them, now.
She watched the blood glisten in the sun. Oh, how it reminded her of rubies.
Five and Nine: Baby fic
The infant gave a warbling cry, his tiny fists flailing. Eric looked down at the child apprehensively. “Is it supposed to make that noise?”
“Yes, he’s hungry.” Ianto thrust a bottle at his mate, smiling happily.
Two and Eight: Dark
A sadistic smile spread across Gwen’s face, her gun against Sylar’s temple. “Beg me.” She demanded. “Beg me for mercy.”
For the first time in years, Sylar felt truly afraid.
Two and Three: Death fic
The man who could never die was dying. His breaths were labored and ragged. Painful.
Sylar brushed the hair from Jack’s eyes, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“I’m not.”