Multi-fandom Drabbles
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amoamaPosting my Drabble Day drabbles for archiving purposes in all their glory. ;)
The idea is a new prompt is posted every hour for 24 hours and you have the whole 24 hours to fill as many as possible. Sleep is a problem, as is working weekends! But I still made a respectable 17 fics mostly due to a last minute surge. Although nowhere near the winning 31!
They are all exactly 100 words and the prompts are tropes. :DD
I really enjoyed writing for some fandoms I don't usually write in, like Ship of Magic, Misfits, Slings and Arrows, and My So Called Life. Also fitted in Teen Wolf, Elisabeth, Merlin, Alles Was Zahlt, Supernatural and a little Hockey RPF that creeped everyone out.
MISCELLANEOUS FANDOMS
WINGFIC (Misfits - Nathan/Simon)
“Ugh ahhh what was that? Oh my god. Touch me again. Baaaaarry. Touch me all over with your magic fingers.”
“I’m nowhere near you.”
“You caressed my wing with the sly caress of a predator claiming his whore. I felt it in my balls. Vibrating. Go on! Just one finger. I willingly prostitute my wings for you. Oh how they are a-shivering at the thought. Do it you pervert.”
“I‘m not a pervert!… Or paedophile or fruit-fucker!”
“Don’t talk dirty to me Barry. It’s not gay if it’s one innocent little finger. Touch me.”
[ANGRY TUGGING]
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhnnnnnnnggggggggyessssss. Grubby little wing-fingerer.”
THE DARK TOWER (Supernatural - Claire Novak, implied slash w/Jesse Tucker/ Ben Braeden, Castiel)
It’s cold and Claire lets the floor swallow her up. Sometimes when she wakes she wishes Castiel wouldn’t let her back in, that she could stay asleep.
Moving hurts. Claire figures Cas must have been in some battles lately. Her back aches but she always feels that. It’s the absence of the wings this body sometimes wears.
Eventually she heaves herself up, reclaims her weary bones as she labours up the circular tower steps to the battlements. She always wakes up here. She hates it.
But there are two men waiting for her and it’s time to find them again.
GROUNDHOG DAY (Merlin - Morgana/Morgeuse)
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of her neck. She turns over, fiddles with a stray lock of golden-blonde hair.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over, finger tracing a cheekbone.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over, sees warm eyes and a smile.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over presses a kiss to the corner of that mouth.
Morgana feels nothing. The absence is heart-shattering. Grief swallows her. And then rage.
CREEPY TOYS (Hockey RPF - Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane)
On Monday Tazer finds a mini-hockey stick “Sounding set” in his locker. He has to google to work out what it is.
On Tuesday it’s a naked miniature Kaner figure. It’s disturbing because the penis is drawn on.
On Wednesday there’s a NHL 10 DVD waiting for him (Kaner’s cover year) but the film inside is far less professionally made (and Kaner is less airbrushed).
On Thursday Tazer decides enough is enough and pushes Sharpy against the locker demanding to know why he spent two hours filming Kaner sleeping.
Sharpy denies it. Tazer hears Kaner sniggering. Slowly he turns around.
BROKEN ELEVATOR (My So Called Life - Rayanne/Sharon)
It’s been two hours and now Rayanne is sat on the skanky floor, laughing at Sharon for being justifiably panicked. Rayanne’s like, completely irritating to an unidentifiably large degree. Rayanne’s knees are pulled up to her chin so her whole body shakes a bit as she chuckles. Her skirt’s ridden up because of the angle. She’s wearing leggings so it’s not seductive or whatever. The pattern on her leggings is stupidly hideous too. Sharon wouldn’t be seen dead in them.
Rayanne slides her legs open in a way Sharon’s mum would call suggestive. Sharon’s not sure what she’s calling it.
LITTLE STOWAWAY (Ship of Magic - Althea/Brashan)
Althea’s first time sailing was brief. Ephron never knew, although perhaps now his blood has sunk into the Vivacia’s bows he will. Vivacia remembers only vaguely, just the sense of knowing more of Althea than her small feet pattering on deck and the whip of skirt twisting round Vivacia’s mast.
Althea hid under the spare jib untangling an ancient halyard rope with bare hands until the new deckhand accidentally stepped on her.
Brashan told Ephron he hadn’t collected the new topsail. They rowed silently back to shore. Althea furious, plans thwarted; Brashan stoic, resigned to spending two weeks on half-rations.
DEAD BY MORNING (Elisabeth: Das Musical - Death/Elisabeth)
He’s waited, impatient, for a lifetime. One miniscule human span of time – the slowest years of his eternity. He could have had her young and ripe; taken her innocent exuberance all for his own.
Instead he has watched all those things he loved about her get beaten out of her. There is no blush to her face; her hair is lank and lifeless. The energy she devotes to giving it lustre is the same determination she has used to hold him off all these years.
Finally his morning is dawning. He savours the kiss. The oft-dreamt of capitulation is sweet.
AMNESIA (AWZ - Deniz/Roman)
I wake up and you’re not dead. That’s the blessing and the curse of this accident.
But the thing is, something other than my memory must know you’re gone because now when I wake up I savour the thought of you.
I think of pulling you in and kissing you a sleepy good morning or just rolling over completely on top of you to stop you getting up at all. Stay in bed with me today, I think.
It’s glorious in a way it wasn’t when it was our everyday.
So I must know, underneath the forgetting, that you’re gone.
SLINGS AND ARROWS DRABBLES
BABYPLOT (Darren Nichols)
“All right.
Child Nichols.
Baby Antoniadis Darren Lucifer Nichols.
You are the fruit of my loins. You adhere to my extremely particular breeding standards. You have advantages in genetics beyond which most of your peers will barely dare to dream.
Be. Grateful.
You will not shit upon me. You will only shit upon your mother in the squalid hovel she refers to as your home. I would not wish to discipline you or consign you to a matronly nanny who will beat you with rulers, as mine did.
But... let us assume you shall never betray me in this manner.”
PURPLE PROSE (Anna/Lionel Train, Ellen)
[HILARY MOVES TOWARDSME PAUL. SHE HESITATES TWO FEET AWAY. SHE SUDDERS AT THIS CLOSESNESS.]
HILARY: I was wondering if I could get you some tea? You seem a little frazzled perhaps.
[PAUL NODS, NOT LOOKING UP. PAUL CAN’T BEAR TO FACE HILARY.
HILARY STARTS TO MOVE AWAY. PAUL REACHES OUT A HAND AND GRABS HILARY’S WRIST.
PAUL KISSES HILARY’S PALM LUXIOURIOUSLY, NOSING INTO THE SAFETY OF HILARY’S OPEN HAND.
PAUL WANTS HILARY, WITH HIS WHOLE BEING. PAUL’S MEMBER QUIVERS AT THE TASTE OF HILARY’S SKIN.]
PAUL: Hilary, my mind is full of all the play’s I will write about you.
*
“It was hideous. I burnt them, all of them!” Anna tries to hide a dry sob as she speaks.
“Anna! How could you? I’m so betrayed. My beautiful speeches as Hilary. And the directions, please, please, give me one little hint of them?”
“I can’t Ellen, it was so, so, PURPLE! It doesn’t bear repeating.”
Ellen laughs wickedly, “Did he say how the rivers of his nether regions flew forth into the basket of your temple? Did he write about the way your delicate hands drove him wild?”
“Ellen stop, you’re awful.” Anna blushes.
“So it wasn’t even that bad?”
TEEN WOLF DRABBLES
CURTAINFIC (Stiles/Derek) - Notes on the Bedside Table
Derek, gone to school, forgot to say please close the window when you leave. :D
Derek, if you’re here when I get back, be naked. ;)
Derek, you said you loved me in your sleep. I want muffins at break time. Thx Xxx
Derek dear, I’m wearing the plug. Think about it. :P
Derek you snore. I’m sleeping on the sofa.
DEREK, BUY A NASAL THINGY IF YOU EVER WANT TO HAVE SEX AGAIN. LOVE YOU!!
Derek, grabbing us breakfast. Sure, you could break the handcuffs in seconds but I promise to make it worthwhile if you stay put. ♥
PUBLIC TOILET (Coach Finstock/Greenberg)
“Greenberg, don’t tell me you’re still in here?” Coach Finstock calls as he makes a thorough tour of the locker-room. Just to make sure there are no students left behind. There’s no sign of anyone except a faint nervous giggle coming from one of the toilet cubicles.
“Greenberg? Are you having sex with yourself again? Don’t even answer that. I don’t want to hear about how you’re whacking yourself off. Did you at least shower first? Oh my god, you didn’t, of course you didn’t, you’re Greenberg.”
Finstock peers under the cubicle, ignoring the grunting sounds. Yep. Greenberg is naked.
SEX POLLEN (Jackson, Isaac/Scott)
Jackson’s arrogant enough to think he’ll be able to cope with the side-effects. He thinks Deaton and Scott have been holding out on him by not sharing the love. The pollen bottle’s on the counter in Dr Deaton’s office and sure, it’s not his doing that it’s out of the cabinet in the first place, but he still knows better than to ingest it.
Five seconds after he’s sniffed Scott comes bounding into the office chased by Isaac. Both are flushed, excited by the game. Jackson doesn’t think, he leaps. A little bottle smashes to the floor as he goes.
EVERYONE IS GAY (...for Stiles)
Stiles wakes up one day and the air is different. If he was a werewolf he would probably be able to smell it, whatever ‘it’ is.
He jerks himself off and as he comes he swears a frisson of something distils into the atmosphere.
*
First it’s Jackson giving him the eye accompanied by three alarming hip thrusts.
Then Danny, who whispers, “You know the question you’re always asking me? The answer is yes.”
Stiles’s mind boggles.
But it’s only when Scott leans over to borrow something and then insinuates his knee between Stiles’s thighs that Stiles remembers to panic.
MAGICAL HEALING COCK (Stiles/Derek)
Dear Derek,
I’m writing to you because my request is slightly awkward and hard to say out loud.
The thing is, I need to borrow your cock. For science. And research. Sciencey-related research. I may do a project (on your cock) if it proves interesting enough. I’ve heard it can grow magically at the bottom and lock down people’s asses? Also apparently if you come inside me for a really long time I will have puppies 6 weeks later. I’m generously offering my body as the test vehicle (again, for science) so these theories can be appropriately verified.
Thanks!
Stiles
The idea is a new prompt is posted every hour for 24 hours and you have the whole 24 hours to fill as many as possible. Sleep is a problem, as is working weekends! But I still made a respectable 17 fics mostly due to a last minute surge. Although nowhere near the winning 31!
They are all exactly 100 words and the prompts are tropes. :DD
I really enjoyed writing for some fandoms I don't usually write in, like Ship of Magic, Misfits, Slings and Arrows, and My So Called Life. Also fitted in Teen Wolf, Elisabeth, Merlin, Alles Was Zahlt, Supernatural and a little Hockey RPF that creeped everyone out.
MISCELLANEOUS FANDOMS
WINGFIC (Misfits - Nathan/Simon)
“Ugh ahhh what was that? Oh my god. Touch me again. Baaaaarry. Touch me all over with your magic fingers.”
“I’m nowhere near you.”
“You caressed my wing with the sly caress of a predator claiming his whore. I felt it in my balls. Vibrating. Go on! Just one finger. I willingly prostitute my wings for you. Oh how they are a-shivering at the thought. Do it you pervert.”
“I‘m not a pervert!… Or paedophile or fruit-fucker!”
“Don’t talk dirty to me Barry. It’s not gay if it’s one innocent little finger. Touch me.”
[ANGRY TUGGING]
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhnnnnnnnggggggggyessssss. Grubby little wing-fingerer.”
THE DARK TOWER (Supernatural - Claire Novak, implied slash w/Jesse Tucker/ Ben Braeden, Castiel)
It’s cold and Claire lets the floor swallow her up. Sometimes when she wakes she wishes Castiel wouldn’t let her back in, that she could stay asleep.
Moving hurts. Claire figures Cas must have been in some battles lately. Her back aches but she always feels that. It’s the absence of the wings this body sometimes wears.
Eventually she heaves herself up, reclaims her weary bones as she labours up the circular tower steps to the battlements. She always wakes up here. She hates it.
But there are two men waiting for her and it’s time to find them again.
GROUNDHOG DAY (Merlin - Morgana/Morgeuse)
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of her neck. She turns over, fiddles with a stray lock of golden-blonde hair.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over, finger tracing a cheekbone.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over, sees warm eyes and a smile.
Morgana feels her sister’s warm breath hit the back of the neck. She turns over presses a kiss to the corner of that mouth.
Morgana feels nothing. The absence is heart-shattering. Grief swallows her. And then rage.
CREEPY TOYS (Hockey RPF - Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane)
On Monday Tazer finds a mini-hockey stick “Sounding set” in his locker. He has to google to work out what it is.
On Tuesday it’s a naked miniature Kaner figure. It’s disturbing because the penis is drawn on.
On Wednesday there’s a NHL 10 DVD waiting for him (Kaner’s cover year) but the film inside is far less professionally made (and Kaner is less airbrushed).
On Thursday Tazer decides enough is enough and pushes Sharpy against the locker demanding to know why he spent two hours filming Kaner sleeping.
Sharpy denies it. Tazer hears Kaner sniggering. Slowly he turns around.
BROKEN ELEVATOR (My So Called Life - Rayanne/Sharon)
It’s been two hours and now Rayanne is sat on the skanky floor, laughing at Sharon for being justifiably panicked. Rayanne’s like, completely irritating to an unidentifiably large degree. Rayanne’s knees are pulled up to her chin so her whole body shakes a bit as she chuckles. Her skirt’s ridden up because of the angle. She’s wearing leggings so it’s not seductive or whatever. The pattern on her leggings is stupidly hideous too. Sharon wouldn’t be seen dead in them.
Rayanne slides her legs open in a way Sharon’s mum would call suggestive. Sharon’s not sure what she’s calling it.
LITTLE STOWAWAY (Ship of Magic - Althea/Brashan)
Althea’s first time sailing was brief. Ephron never knew, although perhaps now his blood has sunk into the Vivacia’s bows he will. Vivacia remembers only vaguely, just the sense of knowing more of Althea than her small feet pattering on deck and the whip of skirt twisting round Vivacia’s mast.
Althea hid under the spare jib untangling an ancient halyard rope with bare hands until the new deckhand accidentally stepped on her.
Brashan told Ephron he hadn’t collected the new topsail. They rowed silently back to shore. Althea furious, plans thwarted; Brashan stoic, resigned to spending two weeks on half-rations.
DEAD BY MORNING (Elisabeth: Das Musical - Death/Elisabeth)
He’s waited, impatient, for a lifetime. One miniscule human span of time – the slowest years of his eternity. He could have had her young and ripe; taken her innocent exuberance all for his own.
Instead he has watched all those things he loved about her get beaten out of her. There is no blush to her face; her hair is lank and lifeless. The energy she devotes to giving it lustre is the same determination she has used to hold him off all these years.
Finally his morning is dawning. He savours the kiss. The oft-dreamt of capitulation is sweet.
AMNESIA (AWZ - Deniz/Roman)
I wake up and you’re not dead. That’s the blessing and the curse of this accident.
But the thing is, something other than my memory must know you’re gone because now when I wake up I savour the thought of you.
I think of pulling you in and kissing you a sleepy good morning or just rolling over completely on top of you to stop you getting up at all. Stay in bed with me today, I think.
It’s glorious in a way it wasn’t when it was our everyday.
So I must know, underneath the forgetting, that you’re gone.
SLINGS AND ARROWS DRABBLES
BABYPLOT (Darren Nichols)
“All right.
Child Nichols.
Baby Antoniadis Darren Lucifer Nichols.
You are the fruit of my loins. You adhere to my extremely particular breeding standards. You have advantages in genetics beyond which most of your peers will barely dare to dream.
Be. Grateful.
You will not shit upon me. You will only shit upon your mother in the squalid hovel she refers to as your home. I would not wish to discipline you or consign you to a matronly nanny who will beat you with rulers, as mine did.
But... let us assume you shall never betray me in this manner.”
PURPLE PROSE (Anna/Lionel Train, Ellen)
[HILARY MOVES TOWARDS
HILARY: I was wondering if I could get you some tea? You seem a little frazzled perhaps.
[PAUL NODS, NOT LOOKING UP. PAUL CAN’T BEAR TO FACE HILARY.
HILARY STARTS TO MOVE AWAY. PAUL REACHES OUT A HAND AND GRABS HILARY’S WRIST.
PAUL KISSES HILARY’S PALM LUXIOURIOUSLY, NOSING INTO THE SAFETY OF HILARY’S OPEN HAND.
PAUL WANTS HILARY, WITH HIS WHOLE BEING. PAUL’S MEMBER QUIVERS AT THE TASTE OF HILARY’S SKIN.]
PAUL: Hilary, my mind is full of all the play’s I will write about you.
*
“It was hideous. I burnt them, all of them!” Anna tries to hide a dry sob as she speaks.
“Anna! How could you? I’m so betrayed. My beautiful speeches as Hilary. And the directions, please, please, give me one little hint of them?”
“I can’t Ellen, it was so, so, PURPLE! It doesn’t bear repeating.”
Ellen laughs wickedly, “Did he say how the rivers of his nether regions flew forth into the basket of your temple? Did he write about the way your delicate hands drove him wild?”
“Ellen stop, you’re awful.” Anna blushes.
“So it wasn’t even that bad?”
TEEN WOLF DRABBLES
CURTAINFIC (Stiles/Derek) - Notes on the Bedside Table
Derek, gone to school, forgot to say please close the window when you leave. :D
Derek, if you’re here when I get back, be naked. ;)
Derek, you said you loved me in your sleep. I want muffins at break time. Thx Xxx
Derek dear, I’m wearing the plug. Think about it. :P
Derek you snore. I’m sleeping on the sofa.
DEREK, BUY A NASAL THINGY IF YOU EVER WANT TO HAVE SEX AGAIN. LOVE YOU!!
Derek, grabbing us breakfast. Sure, you could break the handcuffs in seconds but I promise to make it worthwhile if you stay put. ♥
PUBLIC TOILET (Coach Finstock/Greenberg)
“Greenberg, don’t tell me you’re still in here?” Coach Finstock calls as he makes a thorough tour of the locker-room. Just to make sure there are no students left behind. There’s no sign of anyone except a faint nervous giggle coming from one of the toilet cubicles.
“Greenberg? Are you having sex with yourself again? Don’t even answer that. I don’t want to hear about how you’re whacking yourself off. Did you at least shower first? Oh my god, you didn’t, of course you didn’t, you’re Greenberg.”
Finstock peers under the cubicle, ignoring the grunting sounds. Yep. Greenberg is naked.
SEX POLLEN (Jackson, Isaac/Scott)
Jackson’s arrogant enough to think he’ll be able to cope with the side-effects. He thinks Deaton and Scott have been holding out on him by not sharing the love. The pollen bottle’s on the counter in Dr Deaton’s office and sure, it’s not his doing that it’s out of the cabinet in the first place, but he still knows better than to ingest it.
Five seconds after he’s sniffed Scott comes bounding into the office chased by Isaac. Both are flushed, excited by the game. Jackson doesn’t think, he leaps. A little bottle smashes to the floor as he goes.
EVERYONE IS GAY (...for Stiles)
Stiles wakes up one day and the air is different. If he was a werewolf he would probably be able to smell it, whatever ‘it’ is.
He jerks himself off and as he comes he swears a frisson of something distils into the atmosphere.
*
First it’s Jackson giving him the eye accompanied by three alarming hip thrusts.
Then Danny, who whispers, “You know the question you’re always asking me? The answer is yes.”
Stiles’s mind boggles.
But it’s only when Scott leans over to borrow something and then insinuates his knee between Stiles’s thighs that Stiles remembers to panic.
MAGICAL HEALING COCK (Stiles/Derek)
Dear Derek,
I’m writing to you because my request is slightly awkward and hard to say out loud.
The thing is, I need to borrow your cock. For science. And research. Sciencey-related research. I may do a project (on your cock) if it proves interesting enough. I’ve heard it can grow magically at the bottom and lock down people’s asses? Also apparently if you come inside me for a really long time I will have puppies 6 weeks later. I’m generously offering my body as the test vehicle (again, for science) so these theories can be appropriately verified.
Thanks!
Stiles
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