3 Drabbles
I come bearing three drabbles (or near-drabbles, as the case may be) that I've written over the past few months. Enjoy!
Title: False Vengeance
Pairings: Logan/Weevil, implied Logan/Lilly, Weevil/Lilly
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Most of season one... you're probably safe if you've seen 1x12, Clash of the Tritons
Notes: Yes, this is purposely ambiguous. Apply the characters whichever way you like.
False Vengeance
When he kisses you, he likes to pretend he’s sucking the sweet marrow of revenge. He likes to imagine his lips, like ancient grindstones, press against yours to crush her dead heart to reddened dust. And he likes to believe his tongue, as it slides past yours, is a probing Inquisitor, punishing the witch for her sins.
But when he stops pretending, stops imagining, stops believing, he knows he isn’t sucking, grinding, or probing. He knows his lips touch yours only because their salt is hers. And he knows his tongue searches only to find whatever hers left on yours.
Title: Transformation
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, surprise slash pairing
Word Count: 200
Rating: Hard R, possibly NC-17.
Spoilers: 2x01, Normal is the Watchword
Notes: This is actually 200 words, but it's still so short that I figured a drabble community was the only proper place for it.
Transformation
Logan doesn’t know when he started turning into Lilly, but he figures fucking Kendall Casablancas probably helped things along. It wasn’t an intentional transformation-the sex had been Kendall’s idea, after all, and he was horny and she was hot and he hadn’t even considered the fact that she was his friend’s stepmother until after the fact-but the thought did eventually catch up to him. And there was something undeniably fulfilling about it, something that was a mix of revenge and curiosity and a need for closure that even he didn’t quite understand. Whatever the reason, there were certainly worse things to become than Lilly Kane, so he accepted it for what it was.
There was something missing, though. Some piece of the puzzle that hadn’t yet fallen into place, some part in the play of Lilly’s life he hadn’t yet performed. It took him awhile to figure it out; he isn’t Veronica Mars, after all, and answers to all his problems don’t just fall into his lap. But as he slides inside Dick Casablancas, pounding him into the cushions of the living room couch where his stepmother lay just two nights before, he thinks he’s finally found it.
Title: Beaverella
Character: Beaver (gen)
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Spoilers: Through 2x03, Cheatty Cheatty Bang Bang
Notes: If the length of this is too much for this community, I'll take it down immediately, but, once again, I figured it was too short to post anywhere else.
Beaverella
He first suspected his life was a fairy tale when they took away his name. "Beaver," they called him-Dick and Logan, both as good as stepbrothers, though one was blood relation and the other none at all-and soon enough no one remembered his real name anymore. Cassidy no longer existed.
The thought came to him again when his father offered his brothers a trip to the shooting range. "Interested in a little target practice?" wasn’t much different from "What gifts would you like from my travels, my daughters?" and Beaver figured joking about knitting was fairly equivalent to requesting a tree branch.
But it wasn't until the popcorn spilled like lentils in the hearth and the wicked stepmother said, "Make sure you really clean that up!" with venom in her voice that he knew for sure.
So he decided to play the story out, live through the fairy tale, because if he’d gone this far already, "happily ever after" couldn't be far away. "Wave your magic wand, Veronica," he said, to his cynical teenaged fairy godmother. "Give me what I need and let me have a ball."
But the end was inverted; the story collapsed. Because the stagecoach was really a pumpkin all along, and the glass slipper became damning evidence. And suddenly they’d all gone from riches to rags, and Beaver was left standing in the settling dust with a tattered dress and no prince in sight.
Title: False Vengeance
Pairings: Logan/Weevil, implied Logan/Lilly, Weevil/Lilly
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Most of season one... you're probably safe if you've seen 1x12, Clash of the Tritons
Notes: Yes, this is purposely ambiguous. Apply the characters whichever way you like.
False Vengeance
When he kisses you, he likes to pretend he’s sucking the sweet marrow of revenge. He likes to imagine his lips, like ancient grindstones, press against yours to crush her dead heart to reddened dust. And he likes to believe his tongue, as it slides past yours, is a probing Inquisitor, punishing the witch for her sins.
But when he stops pretending, stops imagining, stops believing, he knows he isn’t sucking, grinding, or probing. He knows his lips touch yours only because their salt is hers. And he knows his tongue searches only to find whatever hers left on yours.
Title: Transformation
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, surprise slash pairing
Word Count: 200
Rating: Hard R, possibly NC-17.
Spoilers: 2x01, Normal is the Watchword
Notes: This is actually 200 words, but it's still so short that I figured a drabble community was the only proper place for it.
Transformation
Logan doesn’t know when he started turning into Lilly, but he figures fucking Kendall Casablancas probably helped things along. It wasn’t an intentional transformation-the sex had been Kendall’s idea, after all, and he was horny and she was hot and he hadn’t even considered the fact that she was his friend’s stepmother until after the fact-but the thought did eventually catch up to him. And there was something undeniably fulfilling about it, something that was a mix of revenge and curiosity and a need for closure that even he didn’t quite understand. Whatever the reason, there were certainly worse things to become than Lilly Kane, so he accepted it for what it was.
There was something missing, though. Some piece of the puzzle that hadn’t yet fallen into place, some part in the play of Lilly’s life he hadn’t yet performed. It took him awhile to figure it out; he isn’t Veronica Mars, after all, and answers to all his problems don’t just fall into his lap. But as he slides inside Dick Casablancas, pounding him into the cushions of the living room couch where his stepmother lay just two nights before, he thinks he’s finally found it.
Title: Beaverella
Character: Beaver (gen)
Word Count: 240
Rating: G
Spoilers: Through 2x03, Cheatty Cheatty Bang Bang
Notes: If the length of this is too much for this community, I'll take it down immediately, but, once again, I figured it was too short to post anywhere else.
Beaverella
He first suspected his life was a fairy tale when they took away his name. "Beaver," they called him-Dick and Logan, both as good as stepbrothers, though one was blood relation and the other none at all-and soon enough no one remembered his real name anymore. Cassidy no longer existed.
The thought came to him again when his father offered his brothers a trip to the shooting range. "Interested in a little target practice?" wasn’t much different from "What gifts would you like from my travels, my daughters?" and Beaver figured joking about knitting was fairly equivalent to requesting a tree branch.
But it wasn't until the popcorn spilled like lentils in the hearth and the wicked stepmother said, "Make sure you really clean that up!" with venom in her voice that he knew for sure.
So he decided to play the story out, live through the fairy tale, because if he’d gone this far already, "happily ever after" couldn't be far away. "Wave your magic wand, Veronica," he said, to his cynical teenaged fairy godmother. "Give me what I need and let me have a ball."
But the end was inverted; the story collapsed. Because the stagecoach was really a pumpkin all along, and the glass slipper became damning evidence. And suddenly they’d all gone from riches to rags, and Beaver was left standing in the settling dust with a tattered dress and no prince in sight.