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Meme: Flash fics.
Pick 10 characters. Write 25 word drabbles, as per the prompts. Pick and number your ten before proceeding. 1, 2, 3... go.
1. Yuri
2. Dominic Canungar
3. Arthur Sloane
4. Katiya Willoughby
5. Morpheo
6. Nicolas Willoughby
7. Tahar Kolebpedil
8. Sabine Hamilton
9. Stella Willoughby
10. Clara
1. First time, 4 and 6 (Katiya and Nicolas)
Katiya was crying, but tried to stop as soon as he came in.
“Katiya…”
“It – was my fault.”
Nicolas sat down and held his daughter.
2. Angst, 7 (Tahar)
He watched the acolytes cleaned the floor of the temple. They tried not to look at him. Sometimes, though, only blood would satisfy the gods.
3. AU, 1 and 8 (Yuri and Sabine)
“Alright, love. Won’t work if we’re both running cons.”
Sabine smiled. “I don’t know. You could let me take you. If you take me first.”
4. Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Arthur, Nicolas and Stella)
Stella sighed, “We’ll never get anywhere like this.”
Sloane snorted. “He’s your brother.”
Conceding defeat, Nicolas said, “I can’t fight you both. I’ll go first.”
5. Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Morpheo and Clara)
Poor little love, he murmured. What have they done? She whimpered, hating herself, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut to keep the tears from falling.
6. Crack, 1 (Yuri)
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Yuri looked pained, actually. “If I don’t sleep with twelve girls by Monday, we could all very well die.”
7. Horror, 10 (Clara)
Clara could hear her own breathing speed up. The room was completely lightless. She didn’t dare move.
But then, she already knew she wasn’t alone.
8. Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Morpheo and Stella)
A shame, he said, simply. He would have been a fine boy. Spitting image of his father.
“Shoot me and get it bloody over with.”
9. Dark, 2 and 8 (Dominic and Sabine)
She leaned in, invading his space. “You often have that problem. Being helpless.” There was alcohol on his breath.
Dominic said, “Leave,” tone utterly cold.
10. Romance, 4 and 7 (Katiya and Tahar)
“Flowers,” he said. “It is hard to go amiss with flowers.”
Katiya smiled, playfully. “And pie?”
He chuckled. “Only for very special occasions, my lady.”
11. Death fic, 2 and 3 (Dominic and Arthur)
He squeezed out every drop of power. Still the detective’s chest wouldn’t rise or fall. Dominic slumped, exhausted, wondering how on earth he’d tell her.
1. Yuri
2. Dominic Canungar
3. Arthur Sloane
4. Katiya Willoughby
5. Morpheo
6. Nicolas Willoughby
7. Tahar Kolebpedil
8. Sabine Hamilton
9. Stella Willoughby
10. Clara
1. First time, 4 and 6 (Katiya and Nicolas)
Katiya was crying, but tried to stop as soon as he came in.
“Katiya…”
“It – was my fault.”
Nicolas sat down and held his daughter.
2. Angst, 7 (Tahar)
He watched the acolytes cleaned the floor of the temple. They tried not to look at him. Sometimes, though, only blood would satisfy the gods.
3. AU, 1 and 8 (Yuri and Sabine)
“Alright, love. Won’t work if we’re both running cons.”
Sabine smiled. “I don’t know. You could let me take you. If you take me first.”
4. Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Arthur, Nicolas and Stella)
Stella sighed, “We’ll never get anywhere like this.”
Sloane snorted. “He’s your brother.”
Conceding defeat, Nicolas said, “I can’t fight you both. I’ll go first.”
5. Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Morpheo and Clara)
Poor little love, he murmured. What have they done? She whimpered, hating herself, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut to keep the tears from falling.
6. Crack, 1 (Yuri)
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Yuri looked pained, actually. “If I don’t sleep with twelve girls by Monday, we could all very well die.”
7. Horror, 10 (Clara)
Clara could hear her own breathing speed up. The room was completely lightless. She didn’t dare move.
But then, she already knew she wasn’t alone.
8. Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Morpheo and Stella)
A shame, he said, simply. He would have been a fine boy. Spitting image of his father.
“Shoot me and get it bloody over with.”
9. Dark, 2 and 8 (Dominic and Sabine)
She leaned in, invading his space. “You often have that problem. Being helpless.” There was alcohol on his breath.
Dominic said, “Leave,” tone utterly cold.
10. Romance, 4 and 7 (Katiya and Tahar)
“Flowers,” he said. “It is hard to go amiss with flowers.”
Katiya smiled, playfully. “And pie?”
He chuckled. “Only for very special occasions, my lady.”
11. Death fic, 2 and 3 (Dominic and Arthur)
He squeezed out every drop of power. Still the detective’s chest wouldn’t rise or fall. Dominic slumped, exhausted, wondering how on earth he’d tell her.
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