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OH I KNOW: last weekend of holidays before classes return, swiftly followed by the exams of doom! Last chance at creativity before the demons of academic pressure descend and stare me down with their beady, beady eyes, leaving me whimpering in a heap and clutching my ink-depleted highlighters to my chest!
DRABBLE PROMPTS. GO.
Ideas for ridiculous crossovers and AUs are encouraged, as are requests of the 'set X years before/after story Y' variety.
DRABBLE PROMPTS. GO.
Ideas for ridiculous crossovers and AUs are encouraged, as are requests of the 'set X years before/after story Y' variety.
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Leverage/Ouran! This time: HARUHI/KYOUYA/HARDISON
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"No," Hardison says, "it's not about the money, I --"
Parker treads on his foot and beams. The girl looks like a fucking ballerina, especially in that apron, yet apparently weighs about as much as a troll when she puts her mind to it.
"How much, did you say?"
"Parker, I am not going to become the school tech support --"
The guy -- Fujioka someone? -- holds his laptop firmly to his chest and looks torn between his need for Hardison's magic computer-fixing hands and his desire to back away before his wallet ends up in Parker's magic money-attracting ones.
"Take the money, Alec," Parker mutturs urgently, going for his foot again. Hardison yanks it away with Jedi-like speed and winces as it bangs into the door frame.
"Excuse me." Ootori's voice comes through the music room doorway, followed by Ootori himself. "Is anything wrong here? Fujioka, we've been waiting for you."
"I was finishing my assignment." Fujioka lifts the laptop. "But my computer is playing up, so I was asking Hardison how much he charges. I've heard he gets the top mark in computer sciences every term."
Ootori turns a politely inquisitive look onto Hardison, who fights the sudden urge to step backwards. Not that he's scared or anything, it's just that Ootori looks like the kind of guy who would show up early on in an X-Men film and then later turn out to have the power to liquidise you with his brain. That's all.
Meanwhile, Parker has caught sight of something more immediately pressing than money that may never appear. "Look, they have cake!" she cries, and dashes through the doorway, skirt flapping behind her. Hardison feels very alone.
"I'll have a look at it for you," he sighs. "You can pay me -- well, you can let Parker and I at the cakes, and we'll call it even." He makes a mental note to take some green tea buns away in a napkin for Eliot, who is even more prone than usual to amiable violence when he's just had aikido practice. Buns might prove pacifying.
"Excellent," says Ootori smoothly. Light glints off his glasses and Hardison thinks, no, not X-Men -- The Matrix. He braces himself to be called 'Mr Anderson'. "Now," Ootori continues, "how do you feel about data encryption?"
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The gaze currently being directed at Rory from underneath Amelia Pond's fringe was not, he was fairly sure, actually a glare. It did, however, give him the same squirmy feeling he'd had when he tried out for the class play.
"Well?" she prompted.
Rory curled his feet around the legs of the chair for comfort; his own legs weren't quite long enough for them to reach the ground. He took a bite of the toast, which was underdone and had been spread with rather too much honey. This was a strange game. Amelia was a strange girl. But Rory figured hey, he could be strange himself sometimes, and Amelia at least would yell back at the kids who liked to pick on strange people. She was comforting to be around. Well. Mostly.
"Mmm?" he tried. "Good?"
This one was definitely a glare, accompanied by -- oh God, oh God -- reddened cheeks and a threat of tears.
"No!" she burst out. "You're not supposed to like it! You have to wait for the custard!"
The next plate was shoved in front of him. Rory took a forkful of cold kedgeree, chewed for a couple of seconds, and then spat it out into his own hand.
"Yuck," he said with great sincerity.
Amelia Pond gave him a narrow look, then leaned forward, propped her chin in her hands, and smiled.
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...LOL
Do they travel from a far off land to give Uther a report on what hijinks are happening in the East? Is it an AU where Merlin has to hide his ninja training from the world? Do Sakura and Morgana kick ass together? I DON'T KNOW. But I am sitting here giggling to myself imagining Arthur and Merlin as ninjas, that is for sure.
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Arthur frowned and bent down to rub some ashes off his shoes. The tree stump was now a charcoal wreck that just needed a strong wind to dissolve completely, and all Arthur had managed was a piddly little jet of fire that had barely reached the stump. Now his palms were sore and he hadn't the chance to show off just how good he was at throwing shuriken and kicking people in the head, because apparently Konoha's Academy thought that wasn't as important as this chakra stuff. Arthur was telling his father. That would show them.
There was a painfully loud ripping sound off to his left; Arthur glanced sideways and saw a black-haired boy who looked just as disgruntled as Arthur felt.
"Kakashi!" this boy's partner yelled, dancing around on the demolished grass surrounding his own woodchipped ex-tree stump, and grinning. "Look!"
"You have no precision whatsoever," the black-haired boy snapped. "You could have killed someone."
Gleeful joy suffused his partner's voice. "Jealous, Sasuke? Huh? Hey, cool! You must be really good! I'm Naruto, what's your name?" He bounded over and shoved his hand out in front of Merlin, who was still staring at the tree stump with his stupid innocent face.
"This whole training thing is so ridiculous," muttered Arthur.
"Right," muttered Sasuke.
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:D?
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(NB: I am not writing an epic fic. I am writing a DRABBLE.)
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"Please, Mister Boomerang!" Sokka threw himself to his knees -- well, almost to his knees. Katara and Suki were united in their complete refusal to do his laundry, and now that he could no longer claim 'we're saving the WORLD!' as an excuse for being a bit grubby, he often found himself becoming unpleasantly intimate with the concept of washing things. So he threw himself into a semi-kneeling position, knees hovering just above the dusty-looking floor of the restaurant.
There was a pause. His manly thighs started to ache.
"Yes?" Ty Lee said encouragingly.
"Oh, majestic Boomerang!" Sokka sprang gratefully upright. "Why has your perfect edge and balance in flight deserted me? I mean us?"
Suki rolled her eyes. "I'll go and order, shall I?"
Sokka took his seat and patted Boomerang where it lay on the table. Normally he liked an audience for his technological pain, but the only other people in the restaurant were two men having a quiet debate over drinks. One of them was a twitchy Fire Nation citizen and the other was wearing a shade of green that didn't suit him very well, but Sokka assumed he was an earthbender because one of the porcelain cups on the table was moving idly back and forth between his hands.
Ty Lee grinned over her ankle, which had somehow appeared between the table and her chin. Sokka did appreciate a good amount of elasticity in a girl.
"Have I shown you the dent?"
"Twice," said Ty Lee. "But you could show me again if it'll make you feel better!"
Sokka was in the process of doing so when Suki gave his wolftail a tug. "They aren't serving that soup you like for another couple of hours. So we do have time for shopping."
"Yay!" Ty Lee's elasticity got her into a standing position before Sokka could blink.
"Really?" Sokka looked at Boomerang, who was no help at all.
"Now, really," the blond earthbender was saying as they left, even though it didn't seem like his friend had said anything at all.
Mister Boomerang made a recovery that Sokka could only describe as miraculous, and in fact now had a tendency to whip itself around obstacles in a way that made Aang tilt his head to one side and stare.
"New wrist-flicking technique," said Sokka.
"Of course," said Aang, and smiled.
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Still WC, with OT3 and El being fabulous. Scarves are involved.
That work?
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/comment hijack.
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EYAI AND AVATAR.*flees*
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HOW WOULD THAT EVEN --
WHAT --
*brain explodes*
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I HONESTLY AM NOT SURE IF I MEAN "WHAT IF THE AVATARVERSE HAD EYAI TECHNOLOGY!" OR "HOW MUCH ASS DO THE VARIOUS EYAIVERSE CHARACTERS KICK IN THE AVATAR WORLD.
SORRY!!
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Have fun, fahye!
(Or eyai!! Anything eyai! Pretend I didn't write that.)
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And then the TARDIS appears.