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Drabble Meme
Drabbles meme
rpmissionboard:
-Leave a “Befriend Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
-Leave a “Humor Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
-Leave a “Love Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Shag Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Break Me” in your subject line and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Fight Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about our characters fighting together [with or against, feel free to specify].
-Leave a “Kill Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my/your character killing the other. [Specify]
-Leave a “Mourn Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
-Leave a “Haunt Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours. [As a ghost or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
-Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in your subject line and I’ll will write our characters kissing.
rpmissionboard:
-Leave a “Befriend Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
-Leave a “Humor Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
-Leave a “Love Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Shag Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a dirty drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Break Me” in your subject line and I’ll write an angsty drabble with our characters.
-Leave a “Fight Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about our characters fighting together [with or against, feel free to specify].
-Leave a “Kill Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my/your character killing the other. [Specify]
-Leave a “Mourn Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
-Leave a “Haunt Me” in your subject line and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours. [As a ghost or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
-Leave me a “I ship you with ___” in your subject line and I’ll will write our characters kissing.
I'd be awful and say "mourn me" but that is awful. so "fight me" it is
Haunt me.
Befriend Me
I ship you with--Haunt Me
merry christmas
Ororo didn't think she'd ever be able to cast the memory out of her head. Of the way his face looked in his last moments - daring to smile while he was helping to save those young mutants from a Sentinel attack. He was cut off mid-joke. Her fury went into dismantling that Sentinel permanently. But it always left a hole in her heart for the following years. After all, Kurt had shown so much promise as a student, increasingly so after the passing of Apocalypse. Her humor had reached into her heart, reminding her of the values of honesty and light-heartedness while the times were getting worse for mutantkind.
These days, Storm was staying in a cottage in New York's countryside. The mansion had been sealed off by the government years ago, and the X-Men had been scattered across the globe. Ororo herself had considered returning to Africa; but it would feel like admitting defeat to leave this country. That the X-Men and the dream many had fought and died for had been for not. So she lived a quiet life, tending to a garden and maintaining a small box of discreet letters that she occasionally received from her surviving friends, as well as photos and mementos of those who were gone.
Kurt's birthday had come and past again, with the same amount of eeriness. The type which made Ororo question whether or not she was losing her mind. Every year at that day, she could feel something in the air, another presence. And she could smell that oh so familiar smell, of brimstone, as clear as if the furry blue boy had just teleported in. But try as she might to make contact, to call out to him, it always ended with herself collapsing in tears onto the armchair, questioning her sanity.
But that time had passed. It was Christmas Eve. A time for joy; a time to collect some more postcards dropped off in secret, silent answers to her prayers with confirmations of her friends' continued survival. Ororo found herself feeling particularly sentimental as she read Rogue's postcard in her bedroom. She knew the girl well enough to see the pain she was trying to hide underneath her words. Part of her wondered if she should try confiding in the younger woman about the odd phenomena she had experienced. But she was afraid of worrying Rogue, who had so much on her mind already. Afraid of being considered tasteless, of losing respect and being considered crazy. And as she placed Rogue's postcard into her box, she pulled out a photo. Of herself with Rogue and Kurt, those two odd siblings, when they went ice skating together. Rogue was pouting while Kurt was grinning broadly and giving her what she knew to be called "the bunny ears". That was from his last winter.
Her thoughts were interuppted when she heard a noise from downstairs. She did not entertain the possibility that it could have been a visiting friend; somehow she knew this was an unwanted intruder. Nor did she feel fear at all. Ororo felt indignation and rage. And she displayed it as she stomped down the stairs, beholding a pair of armed thugs. "Hey! Lady-!"
"You dare to enter my house? On Christmas Eve?! This cannot be taken lightly!" And as she spoke, the winds picked up around her in a righteous fury. She could care less about keeping her identity a secret now, after such an intimate moment had been violated by these interlopers.
"She's a mutie!" One turned tail and started to flee towards the open doorway. Not so easy. Storm made a particularly strong wind swing the door to slam into his face with enough force to knock him out.
The second one screamed as he began firing a quivering gun held in his hand. She quickly blew him against a wall to knock him out, but one bullet was still zipping towards her heart. Except that, the second before it was to make contact, Ororo suddenly found herself sitting on a rock outside. Smelling of brimstone.
Storm immediately jumped to her feet, her heart racing as she searched her surroundings for a sign. Any sign. "Kurt? Kurt! Please, answer me!" The rain was welling in her eyes; this time there was no logical explanation. "If you're here... I must know! I miss-"
But she was quieted by what felt like a whisper in the air. Something which sounded like a steady, familiar, "shhhhh..." Something guided her to sit back down, resting something on her shoulder. A hand...? No. No, it felt much different. It was a tail.
She felt for it, breathing quietly. There was nothing to ever lead her to believe in ghosts. But now, Ororo was willing to risk her sanity that it was. "Kurt... I've want to tell you. I'm so sorry. I failed you. I should have saved you. Why did I try to listen to what you were saying instead of noticing the-"
"Because it was funny. I can't blame you for appreciating good humor."
Ororo felt a shiver down her spine at these words, and her face sunk, reflecting some type of bittersweet joy. She found her hand reaching up to pet at the invisible tail.
"God has been gracious to me. You could say a got a promotion... From demon to angel."
"Guardian angel," she said with a nostalgic smile. "Is that what I have to owe this Christmas miracle to?"
"Maybe. You could also say that I wanted to honor the season with the best present: My presence." Even without a physical sign, Storm could almost see his smile. And she laughed.
"Would this kind spirit be able to spend the holidays with me? There's no girls to chase with mistletoe, but... for old time's sake." There was frost in her breath as she spoke. But the cold did not bother her in the slightest.
"I cannot make any promises. But I owe you at least this much, Storm. For everything you've ever done for me and for all of us. And... and for what all of this put you through."
"Thank you, Kurt," she said, as she felt a warmth in her center. "But please do not blame yourself. Blame only them. Those who know only ignorance and hatred, who caused all of this. You were only trying to do what you always did. To make us smile even in the most dire of times. And even if those men had not attacked me... I see now that I need this, needed to see you... very much. You owe me nothing but what you make of yourself; so I shall find contentment in the sweet angel you have become. Now, please... Why don't you take me to the fireplace? We can catch up on old times. I don't want you to be cold, however long you are here."
BAMF.
FAMILY LOVE ME
Humor me!
Humor Me
Humorously Love Me?
For Evren
"No," he replied, mischievously raising an eyebrow as they neared the turtle seals that were all resting near the water. "But trust me. That's what makes it fun!" She stopped for a moment to give him a look of light-hearted skepticism, but she moved onwards when Aang gave another tug.
And they made their way onto the back of the largest turtle seal they could find, the shell making a nifty substitute for a saddle. One pair of hands were linked, while with his free hand, Aang tried waving a long shaft of broccoli in tantalizingly front of the seal's lazing stare. "C'mon, boy! Come and get it!" However, the seal reacted to the vegetable the same as if it were a cloud in the sky; which is to say, not at all.
Katara gave another soft laugh and got Aang to pull his arm back. "I told you so, sweetie. This is how it works." And she reached over his shoulder with a dead fish in hand, Aang making a face while it passed him. The seal immediately rose into action, and Katara moved quickly to make sure she kept her hand, years of narrowly avoiding such incidents coming in handy. She deftly threw the fish into the water. Almost instantly, the turtle seal was plunging down into the drink, the Water Tribe girl and the air nomad boy both cheering as their new steed went into action and forming an air bubble around them.
And there they were, underwater, riding atop a turtle seal that was racing like a torpedo to catch up with that fish. Of course, both of them were waterbending at the same time to make sure the fish was always just out of the seal's reach. They kept this up for a while, gripping each other's hands tightly as they marveled at the sight of the depths. When the time came for this escapade to end, they did so in style; tossing the fish up as fast as they could through the surface of the water. Katara and Aang clasped both each other and the turtle seal's back tightly, feeling the combination of danger and sheer thrill that came with the turtle seal's increasing speed.
Finally, it burst out of the water majestically to catch that fish in midair, with the two benders holding on tight. And while the seal devoured the fish effortlessly, the others were enjoying their own midair treat as they pressed their lips together, just before they jumped off of the turtle seal's back.
Appa would be drifting by soon to pick them up. For now, they simply enjoyed the aftermath of that beautiful adventure as they floated in the water, their arms still clasped together. They looked each other in the eyes and laughed out of sheer joy, at how simple, wonderful and fun life was in that moment.
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Despite this, Kurt grew restless, being cooped up there. It almost felt like being a prisoner. Whenever he tried proposing a trip outside, she had dismissed it as too risky. But he kept on bringing it up - until today he did it more assertively. "Come on, Vivi. Just one afternoon. I feel so trapped, having to stay here... and I know that sometimes you do, too." And he grasped Vivi's hand as he spoke.
Vivi frowned, but nodded. "Alright. But you'll need a disguise, Kurt-san." She slipped in and out of the wing throughout the afternoon, bringing him more and more articles of clothing for his disguise. Nearly all of them were outlandish in some way. And they quickly sidetracked themselves in play-acting with ridiculous costumes.
At one point, Kurt donned a guard helmet with a formal cape, a set of tights and ridiculous-looking boots. He waved a large cucumber around as a spear and warned her, "Surrender your beris, young maiden, or face the wrath of the Dread Pirate Wagner, crawler of the night!"
It took a few minutes before Vivi was able to slip words behind her giggles. And she had to open the lid of the absurd diver's helmet that she was wearing first. "But... but Kurt-san, You are no match for my..." She couldn't get herself up to whatever bizarre power she had decided on for this scenario, as she wound up doubling over in laughter. And Kurt laughed more at this and broke character to pat her on the back, speaking in a mock-comforting tone. "There, there. Remember to breathe, won't you?"
Things went on like this for most of the afternoon. The trip outside was forgotten today; what kind of fun could they have out there to top this? It ended with Vivi laughing madly as she circled Kurt, slowly wrapping him in (royal?) toilet paper. "Come on, Vivi! Faster! How am I going to become a blushing mummy bride at this rate?" But moments later, the toilet paper had run out, and Kurt found himself having trouble moving. "Okay. Maybe we used a little too much..."
He teetered over and naturally fell over onto Vivi, giving her a meek smile. "Sorry about that. It's getting a little late to be going outside isn't it?"
"Nonsense, Kurt-san," she replied, before tilting her head up to kiss him on the cheek. "I haven't laughed this much in so long. Even staying inside, this day was adventure unto itself. Thank you."
Kurt was giving her a grin wider than he thought it was. "I'm glad you say that. Because I think I feel very similarly - your laughter's quite contagious after all. How about a rain check for that date? And... Thank you, too." With just a moment of hesitance, there was a soft and fuzzy kiss on her cheek.
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But this was answered by an appropriately fairy-like giggle from the tiny airbender who leaned up from her pillow. "Grandpa, how many teeth did the rabaroo have? You should have fed them a cabbage, Jinora told me they like cabbages, do you like cabbages? Did you know there's probenders who call themselves the rabaroos and Korra beat them in the championship and we had to beg Daddy to let us listen on the radio!"
Aang nodded along wearily, with bags under his eyes. Every moment with Ikki was a treasured jewel, but his day could only truly end when she was asleep. The closest he had now was that this was actually a relatively short outburst from her. He tried a sly smile. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now, princess?"
"Yes!" she chimed. "But I'm not. Does this mean we get a slumber party?"
"Not tonight. We got important airbending practice this morning. I don't understand what's up. You should be asleep by the time I finish my story. I didn't miss anything did I?"
"Nope!"
"Are you sure?"
Ikki stroked her chin thoughfully, as if her brain full of words was rearranging those words to form her sequence of memories. "You checked for the bad guys and for the monsters."
Aang rifles around, peering into her treasure chest, under the bed and the closet. At one point he comes out wearing a big scarf over his face and chases Ikki around the room while making monster noises. She alternates between giggling and shrieking all the way.
Aang nods, remembering this. "And I bended the nightmares out of your head for tonight."
Ikki kneels in the middle of the room with her eyes closed, the scarf now draped across her face. She remains in focus as Aang leans forward and presses a thumb to her forehead. "Think of all your nightmares and let them all disappear..." She doesn't think of Amon; she thinks of Aang's liberating force and feels any bad thoughts accumulated from the day just slipping away... And it's not a game for Aang, either. He feels this little life and wishes with all his heart for all the bad things to be gone from it.
Ikki smiled fondly, sitting up a little more and quickly to hug Aang's neck. "Then Gr- Katara came and gave me my good night kiss and you both tucked me in."
Katara gave a smirk to the two of them as she entered the room to see them playing around with the scarf and some of Ikki's dolls instead. The kind of smirk that says 'I should have known better than to think you'd be in bed already, but I'm glad to see you anyway'. And with just a slight urgency, putting a hand on the shoulders of both her airbenders, she said, "You both have a big day tomorrow. You should be in bed."
Aang sighed and tried to wave her off while gaining his own smirk. "You just want us to be there to take care of the morning for you, like always!" But Katara returned a coy look. "Do a good enough job and I might feel safe getting out of bed a little early to watch you two. Maybe."
A few laughs and a tickle fight later, Ikki was finally settling into bed. Aang took his seat in the nearby stool and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. In this chapter between the stressful periods of their lives, watching Katara tuck Ikki in and whisper sweet words to her. Whatever she was saying, Ikki rarely looked like she felt safer. And she leaned down to give a big kiss on Ikki's forhead, right where her arrow would be.
"Good night, Ikki."
"Good night, Gran- Katara."
"Right. And then I told you a bedtime story. From one of our adventures! That should have done the trick..."
"But Grandpa, I'm still awake. I feel really, really comfortable! But I don't feel the dream cloud."
Aang looked off, trying to ponder this. "I don't know, Ikki. How did... How did your parents get you to sleep at home, when you couldn't sleep well, there?"
She frowns a little, remembering her parents and how long it has been since she's seen them. But the question makes her happy, too, because that means she gets to be in her memories for a little while, and it's a warm and comfortable place to be. "Welllll they usually do a lot of things like you and Katara do. They give me kisses, they play with me a little, they make sure there's nothing evil, they bring me a glass of water and they tell me stories, and some of them are about you and GranGran and Uncle Sokka and Aunt Toph and Aunt Suki and Uncle Zuko but some aren't, but I like those stories too, but they don't always put you to sleep."
"They don't." Aang settles on that last point. "What do they do then?"
"They don't notice, usually. Sometimes they think I'm asleep but I'm still awake! And I know I can't get out of bed 'cuz it'll be like lying. But if I stay awake in my bed just long enough, I hear the monks do their chant! It's from really really far away in another part of the temple, but I like that it sounds far away because then it sounds like it's prayer in my head and it makes me feel sleep clouds and then I don't remember anything after that except sometimes dreams!"
Aang had a nostalgic look on his face, that was hard to place. It was the feeling of past and future connecting in his heart. "The monk's chant, huh?"
"Yeah! Do you know any, Grandpa?"
"Do I!" He gave his granddaughter a cheeky grin and a ruffling of his bedhead. Then he took a deep breath, and he began to chant... in a very silly-sounding voice.
Ikki giggled in response. "Grandpa, stop!"
But he kept that up until it did his job: drawing out the last laughs remaining in that child's reserves for the day. And once Aang saw that was complete, the tone of his voice changed. Into something much more genuine... lower and soothing. Ikki's eyes flickered, and keeping them open was becoming a battle that she increasingly sought to lose. It felt so familiar to her, so that some of her last scattered thoughts before the dream cloud came for her was to wonder if it even was the acolytes chanting at that hour.
Aang stood up next to the bed, looking over the results of his labor. Ikki was sound asleep now. Breathing in, breathing out. Smoothly and seamlessly. He took his usual moment to look down at her with eyes shimmering, thinking of the miracle of these beautiful children's existence. It was time for him to lean down and give a kiss on her forehead, which he hoped connected with her heart and her dreams. He slipped out with a yawn, looking back just once before shutting the door, ready to turn in soon, himself.
"Good night, my princess."