I would do this... in a platonic fashion. But that's not really what you want is it? You want romance/kink. And I'm sorry not sure I could give that in this ship.
(Not a ship bash AT ALL just saying. Nothing against slash at all either. Diehard Zukaang shipper of Avatar:TLA here!)
But would you be oppossed if I gave you a platonic version of this idea? A short one? I have an idea of a conversation anyway.
(Sorry I'm patehtic I know)
But it seems double-fills ARE allowed, so is that okay? Someone could still do what you want...
Finding Randall {1/3}afterandalasiaAugust 17 2013, 18:49:40 UTC
A/N: What am I doing in the old prompts Uh... don't know if you're still following this, anon, but maybe a fill? It's more sort of grumpy mild fluff than anything else, but hopefully it's something at least.
Also, sorry if I accidentally tense. My computer kept playing up as I was trying to write this.
ETA: Please confirm I am a human, captcha?! That's monsterist!
They shut down the factory for four days following what the press is dubbing "The Downfall of Monsters Inc". The city experienced blackouts, share prices in Fear Co. rocketed, and panicking headlines abounded in the city's papers. Sulley spent most of it alternating between talking to the CDA and trying to persuade the company board that laughter was a valid way forwards
( ... )
Finding Randall {2/3}afterandalasiaAugust 17 2013, 18:50:28 UTC
He was picking his way across a dryish bit of hand when he heard a soft splash behind him, and turned to see ripples moving across the water. Frowning, he paused for a moment, but the water went still again. Must have been a falling stone or something. Sulley turned to continue, just as a group of birds burst out of the trees off to his left, crawing at the air.
He startled, turning towards the noise with teeth part-bared but feeling his heart pounding in his chest. One - two - three seconds passed with no more sound, and he let himself relax a little.
"Damn it, Sullivan," he muttered. "Get some sleep the next three days."
He was just taking another cautious step foward when the water at his feet erupted upwards. Stifling a yell, Sulley stumbled back, but something was sliding fast and cold over his wet fur, raking across his skin and hissing like a cornered snake, and it was as it started to coil around his throat that he realised what was going on
( ... )
Finding Randall {3/3}afterandalasiaAugust 17 2013, 18:51:03 UTC
Over the years, various people -- starting with Mike -- had said that seeing Sulley apologise had a strange effect. Probably just because there was so much of him to be apologising, or because monsters 'like him' didn't apologise much in life, or maybe just something about Sulley himself. But it seemed that, now, even Randall was seeing it. First confusion, then shock flickered across Randall's face, and he crossed one arm over his body to rest the opposite elbow on it
( ... )
Sulley goes to find Randall in the swamp after feeling guilty. One thing leads to another. Points if to make it sweet in its own weird way.
*runs away*
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(Not a ship bash AT ALL just saying. Nothing against slash at all either. Diehard Zukaang shipper of Avatar:TLA here!)
But would you be oppossed if I gave you a platonic version of this idea? A short one? I have an idea of a conversation anyway.
(Sorry I'm patehtic I know)
But it seems double-fills ARE allowed, so is that okay? Someone could still do what you want...
-Feels a little pathetic-
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Also, sorry if I accidentally tense. My computer kept playing up as I was trying to write this.
ETA: Please confirm I am a human, captcha?! That's monsterist!
They shut down the factory for four days following what the press is dubbing "The Downfall of Monsters Inc". The city experienced blackouts, share prices in Fear Co. rocketed, and panicking headlines abounded in the city's papers. Sulley spent most of it alternating between talking to the CDA and trying to persuade the company board that laughter was a valid way forwards ( ... )
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He startled, turning towards the noise with teeth part-bared but feeling his heart pounding in his chest. One - two - three seconds passed with no more sound, and he let himself relax a little.
"Damn it, Sullivan," he muttered. "Get some sleep the next three days."
He was just taking another cautious step foward when the water at his feet erupted upwards. Stifling a yell, Sulley stumbled back, but something was sliding fast and cold over his wet fur, raking across his skin and hissing like a cornered snake, and it was as it started to coil around his throat that he realised what was going on ( ... )
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