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scribblemyname) wrote2013-09-22 07:54 pm
Fluff, Relationships, and Traditions
So characters have habits, ways they interact with certain people and situations, things they do and like to do, stories and histories together. I've known a lot of my characters' for a long time but getting them all into fic is interesting, particularly for the ones I don't know that for.
I've got about five novelettes I want to turn out plus a short story, created out of the 5 Things Meme and then the whole Pieter/Ashen dynamic that originally played in my head before I even wrote that first Ashen drabble (and it is awesome to me, but got sidelined drastically with a deluge of other prompts), but, but, but...
I'm on day 265 of my challenge and story count 157 and I'm still plying angles and there's all those little things above that I'm itching to nibble at. Want to help a girl out?
Particularly of interest to me are things like where does Wesley work (not sure actually), and then relationship things that I haven't gotten to like how Justus always recognizes Shift regardless of her current form or demeanor, friendships, sibling relationships, Ilsa and her husband, etc.
Calling for prompts, as promised:
- character(s) and/or canon/fandom
- random word, quote, or other prompt
Oh, and I'll try to keep it short and fluffy or sweet. Try is the operative word. :grins:
Prompts
- Meld, couples, prank war
- Justus + Special Unit
- From thecatisacritic's fluff-fest
- Justus' family + Shift, Rachelle
- dancing, quotes, and not without you
- who is Justus when he's Rachelle's?
- undercover Justus
- more quotes
- From Daily Scribble post 1 AND from previous promptfest
- Ilsa prevents
- the work they do
- finding Justus, about that memory
Ficlets
Seven Days
- Wesley/Lena: Shall We Dance?
- Wesley/Lena: Stubborn
- Wesley/Lena: You are My Photograph
- Wesley/Lena + Angelita: Learning to Tango
- Wesley + Connor: Just Saying
- Wesley + Connor: On Practical Uses for Journals
- Wesley + Connor: A Spaghetti-Flavored Aftermath
- Wesley + Connor: Maybe Next Week
- Wesley + Connor: The Apple Don't Fall Far
- Wesley + Mom: The Joys of Motherhood
- Connor + Ashelynn + dogs: On the Acquisition of Dogs
- Connor + Ashelynn + dogs: Girls
Kingdoms and Thorn
- Shift + Team ensemble: That'll Work
- Shift + Meld: Soon
- Sear + Meld: Bone-Weary Need
- Rachelle + Meld: Between
- Rachelle + Meld: The Leash
- Rachelle + Special Unit: Anywhere But Here
- Rachelle + Heather + Shadow: An Absurdly Dangerous Shadow
- Rachelle + Joseph: What the Emptiness Fills
- Justus + Joseph: Cracking the Ice
- Justus + Team Ensemble: In the Business
- Justus + Larique: The Unsuspecting Suspect
- Shift + Justus: Self-Preservation
- Sear + Justus: Gratitude in an Off Note
- Rachelle/Justus + Heather: Backfire
- Rachelle/Justus + Sophocles: Comfort Objects
- Rachelle/Justus + Sophocles: On the Care and Feeding of Cats
- Rachelle/Justus + Sophocles: The Taste of Coffee
- Rachelle/Justus: Living with Hope
- Rachelle/Justus: Tiny Significant Pieces
- Rachelle/Justus: Side Effects
- Rachelle/Justus: Remind You to Dance
- Rachelle/Justus: Family
- Rachelle/Justus + Red Wolf and Whisper's kids: Cure to All That Ails
- Storm + Red Wolf + Anya: We Can't Have That
- Red Wolf and Whisper's kids: Don’t Forget the Ice Cream
- Red Wolf/Whisper: The Fox and the Wolf
- Red Wolf/Whisper: Taste of Regret
- Red Wolf/Whisper: Business as Usual
- Red Wolf/Whisper + Ashen: A Gift Well-Chosen
- Red Wolf: Rearranging Assets
- Storm + Minder: The Five W’s of Declaring War
- Storm + Minder: Tell Me in the Morning
- Storm + Minder: Moral Support
- Storm + Mirage + Surge: Waiting for Blood
- Hasheni/Ilsa Killinger: Homework
- Hasheni/Ilsa Killinger: Catalyst
- Ilsa Killinger: Linger
- Ilsa Killinger | Special Unit: Reality Check
- Keeper/Brushfire: When Memory Burns
- Anna/Lightsculpt: Dinnertime Distractions
- Anna/Lightsculpt: Needing a Break
- Anna/Lightsculpt: Worth Something
- Anna/Lightsculpt: Working Up the Nerve
- Anna/Lightsculpt: Would That It Were
- Sketch + Team ensemble: Something Other Than Smoke
- Shift/Kilter + Watcher: Wedding Gift
- Shift/Kilter + Elisabeth: You're My Heart
- Shift/Kilter + Elisabeth: The Answer to All Problems
- Shift + Elisabeth: Little Girl Reminders
- Surge + Maker: Embrace of Freedom
- Watcher + Team Ensemble: An Ounce of Protection
Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
Rett woke coughing blood. His muscles ached and his skin burned, but he lay still and felt. There was no blood on his back. He listened carefully and heard nothing. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and glanced around.
He was in an empty, grey-walled room on a thinly carpeted floor—no windows, door in the corner. He forced his body to uncurl and forced himself to ignore the pain screaming through him as he did. He stood, trembling but able. He had practice.
Rett was almost seven years old, but in his short life, he had already learned how to stay under the radar, how to not, and how to hide his weaknesses. He stepped up to the door and listened until he was sure no one was waiting on the other side. He tried the handle. It was unlocked.
The little boy stripped off his bloody shirt and put it in a heap of ruined clothes he would need to replace later. He had school, and neither of the children were willing to wind up in protective services.
He crawled into bed beside his sister. Anna Kalien woke, coughing. This winter had been hard and very cold. She murmured softly, "Kiernan?"
Their mother had called them by their middle names before she died. Rett liked it when Anna Kalien did the same.
"Phone will be out," he whispered.
She lifted her head, frowning at him. "We need the phone."
Rett shook his head. "Dad would kill me if he found more money missing. We need the heat more."
"I'll be okay." But then she coughed again, shivered, and had to snuggle into him for warmth. She wasn't doing so good.
They were just kids, just six, and it was perhaps a miracle that Rett was a math genius, but even he knew, he was in over his head. "We need the heat," he repeated, hugging her.
His twin hugged back and fell into fitful slumber. Downstairs, their father drank away his paycheck.
A narrow hallway of slick, grey metal greeted Rett. Doors went up and down its length. He wasn't the only one, he realized suddenly.
Grimly, he frowned and started opening the doors.
Anna Kalien dropped a plate.
Rett's fork clattered to his own plate as he launched himself out of his chair toward his twin sister. She was tall for her age, both of them were, but slender. She curled up into a trembling ball too tiny for her own form. By the time their father brought down his belt, Rett was wrapped around her like a living shield.
He held on through the time that would have normally been given to breakfast. The beating was worse because Rett had added his own sin—by getting in the way.
When his hands touched the metal, the hairs on his skin stood on end. He felt the sizzle before he could understand it, then the surge. A rush of electric energy slammed through him and out of him, arcing like lightning into the adult trying vainly to herd a hundred children into the common area.
He hadn't meant to do it.
Rett realized with a sick shock that they were dangerous.
A tiny girl cried beside him, younger than he was. She was still sparking with arcs of white and blue power. The second guard checked his fellow and saw the girl. His face got the same look Rett's father did when he was angry.
Rett had practice. He threw himself over the girl, wrapped her in his arms, and found she didn't know how to ball up, but she knew how to hold onto him as he took the blows that had been intended for her and took the shocks she couldn't stop. He gritted his teeth and waited for blood.
"Hang on, pint-size," he whispered. "Hang on."
She almost cut off his breath completely, but she held on until the frightened guard stepped back suddenly, cursing at what he had done.
They were weapons. They were children. And they were completely out of control.
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
Even here, though, he shows the leader he becomes and that strength he always had, and his protective nature.
Still... Hugs for him. Lots of them.
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
That self-sacrificing streak by the way? That's what makes a third. They're the ones who take the heat for the rest of the team.
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
Ah. That is part of why he made Wolf first and went to third?
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
It is why after he made Wolf first he took third instead of bumping Whisper down. He doesn't have the temperament for second, never has, and Whisper doesn't have the willingness to do third. She's not a loose cannon, which is kind of what it takes.
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Waiting for Blood
That makes sense.