I'm stuck in a writing rut and I haven't done my favorite writing meme in a couple of months, so have at it.
Give me one of my fandoms, two characters, and an opening line, and I'll (try to) write 100 to 500 words of fic.All the usual fandoms and ratings apply. Check the tags or recent entries for anything else I've squeed over lately because I'll
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Percy & Annabeth, "Oh, no. She's most definitely your daughter."
...yeah, idk. BUT P/A IS ALWAYS FUN RIGHT?
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Nico sighs in utter exasperation. It would be his luck the Hero of Olympus would totally be useless in the zombie apocalypse and that Nico would get stuck with him.
"Haven't you seen any of the movies?" he asks as one of the unfortunate, now arm-less zombie staggers toward them. "You can't just go chopping away at body parts! You have to aim for the head."
"With what?" Percy demands, looking wildly from Riptide in his hand to Nico.
The son of Hades resists the urge to clock Percy over the head, and instead swings his bag off his shoulder and pulls out an old-fashioned revolver. He pulls back the hammer, aims between the zombie's eyes, and fires. The zombie goes down with a pathetic moan and crumples onto the pavement.
Nico turns to find Percy goggling at him. "Where'd you learn to do that"Apollo kids had a handgun lesson every Tuesday and Thursday at 11," Nico responds, putting the gun back into his bag. "Maybe you should've come instead of making out with Annabeth on the beach ( ... )
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“If we keep helping him,” Percy huffs in her ear, his hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling it away from Nico's head, “he'll never learn.”
Annabeth moans unhappily, throwing her head back against the pillows and shifting her hips impatiently. She stares at cracked ceiling of their apartment, shivering as a brief second of pleasure flows through her.
“Easy for you to say, Seaweed Brain,” she snaps, glaring at him. “He's not slobbering all over your private parts.”
“Hey,” Nico says from between her legs. She squirms as she feels the vibrations of his voice against her. Annabeth glances down; his hair is sticking up from where she had her hands in it and his cheeks are flushed red with exhaustion and lust. “I resent the word slobber. I've been hard at work here. It's not my fault you're harder to please than Percy's dick.”
Annabeth shoots Percy a look, the one that says why in Hera's name did I let you convince me that letting this idiot in our bed was a good idea ( ... )
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