[meme] i love these so much

Mar 12, 2010 02:44

Get me to write, for you, a drabble detailing how one character of mine and one character of yours hook up and produce spawn. You choose both characters, and maybe throw in a prompt/additional request, and I will spin you SUCH A TALE. You can ask for up to three drabbles, go crazy.

what: meme, what: out of character

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obscuronoctis March 12 2010, 08:58:02 UTC
CAT AND BRUCE

... CAN I REQUEST FLUFFY RAINBOWSPARKLES, OR ARE HORRORS A REQUIREMENT FOR THEM

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[bruce & cat] there's a reason i don't want this but i forgot lambentstar March 12 2010, 21:43:32 UTC
Erosion is a gradual process, accomplished over years, and what flows around the granite of his refusal to forgive her is the soft but unceasing quantity of things more vital than blood that flow out of the medical oddity of Cat's unclosing heart. Salt and the soft twists her hair takes when it's dampened with sweat and clinging to her cheekbones in sworls around flakes of falling rust, and when he reaches out and wipes them away with her with the edge of his sleeve it's just a gesture from one human being to another, it doesn't mean anything--except that he doesn't make that kind of gesture. Medical oddities are still part of the species. He's--something else, something that needs to be held apart, and he's accepted this ( ... )

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dubonnetcherry March 12 2010, 09:00:26 UTC
CAT & STRAGEN (he can be 'dieter stragen, canada-based hotelier and criminal genius' if necessary)

BEN & ENFYS (you are on your own with this one)

the one where elena really is martel and petra's- i mean what NO SERIOUSLY um JUDITH & RAMIREZ. ...seriously.

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[ben & enfys] she loves salting my wounds spadetongued March 13 2010, 01:52:48 UTC
The impulse to push until something snaps is one Ben indulges in more and more as the years roll forward and he's still alone, with a dark-eyed photograph charred into the back of his skull. He's capable, dark-eyed himself, every night cleaning more of his old self from him and leaving more of the efficient predator. He is cool and graceful as a heavy knife falling, the dull flash of grey and the burying of teeth, and when this girl steps up and pulls out an axe he just laughs.

But she's no Jeremy, and when he has her pinned to a brick wall she spits in his eye and curses him out in an accent he finds instantly and distantly charming, so he puts her down and tosses the axe to the end of the alley.

"What's your problem?" He asks, and when he hears about why she (Enfys, what kind of name is that?) came all the way out to Detroit he laughs again, pressing his shoulders flat to the wall behind him as she watches him with the bright-whirling fearlessness that kept him from killing her in the first place ( ... )

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[ben & enfys] she enjoys nothing more spadetongued March 13 2010, 01:53:15 UTC
"I don't want to leave her," Rafael says, as Ben packs his bag for him, "I can stay, you can fuck off to wherever, man--"

"We had this discussion," Ben points out, folding a sweatshirt, "She's human. Do you think she wants us to watch her get old? Die? And she won't turn, we're not doing that to her. She'll be better off without us." And it's true.

He leaves a note and steals a car instead of taking hers. He wouldn't have done either unless Rafael was watching him.

He's fifty-seven and he and his progeny are like a black freight train in the darkness; they hit like they're on rails, and then they disappear. Rafael laughs enough for both of them, and Ben's smile is as subtle and welcoming as the shadows splayed in the corners of the best nightclubs. He only leaves Rafael alone for a minute, one single fucking minute, but for the newest, strangest breed of hunter that's long enough, and though it takes him only seconds to find them they still have a stake pressed under his ribs, and his eyes are huge and dark things under the soft ( ... )

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beholdthedrums March 12 2010, 12:14:19 UTC
Oh world, I'm so sorry.

The Master and Judith :|

*fails at anything more to add*

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justaddmarbles March 12 2010, 12:16:40 UTC
I dare invoke GLITCH AND JUDITH. Think of the tiny pumpkinheaded oh god no supergenius werewolves!

Um. Feel free to go as AU as needed /flies

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i no longer know who is prompting whom here antisaint March 13 2010, 05:31:02 UTC
John and everyone ....except Tucker.

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LADY lambentstar March 13 2010, 05:31:48 UTC
Tucker already has a baby, John

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antisaint March 13 2010, 05:33:05 UTC
Exactly.

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[john & cat] that's when she said "i don't hate you, boy" lambentstar March 13 2010, 05:35:05 UTC
When you're as attached to your local 24-hour greasy spoon as John Constantine, the John Constantine (the beginning of the end, and the bitterness is already settling in) is, you notice when a new waitress turns up, especially if she's buxom and breathy and has short-cropped hair like the down of ravens and has an accent with no business being in LA. Cat becomes a fixture of the night shift, and one night they even share a cigarette, huddled in the cold glow of a streetlight, mutual exiles of a country that knows better. He was half-seeing someone at the night, so when the point came he could have taken her home, he let it slip past, and that should have the end of it ( ... )

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