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♰ bandom
001. aliens made them do it! | star trek au, gabe/mikey, rated pg

♰ dc universe ( comics, films, etc )
001. robin hood was far too good | victorian gotham, jason todd as the artful dodger, tim drake & jason todd, rated g
002. untitled | canon au, in a city of batmen, an ordinary man is the hero they deserve (but can't have right now.), gen, rated g

♰ elementary
001. the political unconscious | grad school, holmes/watson, rated pg
002. invitation | soulbonded psychic wolves, holmes/watson, rated pg

♰ generation kill
001. untitled | college, one shot too many, brad/walt, rated pg
002. will it ever be enough | canon au, platoon member dies; brad/nate find solace in one another, brad/nate, rated r

♰ harry potter
001. how strange it is to be anything at all | canon au, neville longbottom: the boy who lived, gen, rated pg
002. untitled | canon au, harry is already a bitter child by the time he goes to school and never trusts dumbledore gen, rated pg
003. the long road | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, gen, rated pg
004. all the stories you've told (will live on) | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, albus potter, rated g
005. and she shall reign... | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, gen, rated pg-13

♰ hunger games, the
001. untitled | canon au, foxface wins the hunger games, foxface, rated pg
002. untitled | canon au, foxface wins the hunger games, foxface, rated pg-13 trigger warning for non-graphic mentions of rape

♰ fullmetal alchemist
001. quest for the philosopher's stone | dungeons & dragons or other stock fantasy, roy is a squishy wizard. riza is the ranger or paladin who protects him. they go dungeon crawling., roy/riza, rated g

♰ the legend of zelda
001. another world | canon au, zelda is the hero who saves the world, gen, rated g
002. the truth of the legend | canon au, zelda is the hero who saves the world, gen, rated pg-13 contains major character death

♰ marvel ( comics, films, etc )
001. ceasefire ( mcu ) | role reversal, she's the ex-military field operative, he's the charming spy, clint/natasha, rated pg

♰ once upon a time
001. will always find | (noir) detective, snow/red, rated pg
002. still searching | canon au, When Charming's memories come back after waking up from his coma, they're his FTL memories, not the curse-implanted set about Storybrooke, charming/snow, rated pg
003. heart's a mess | canon au, graham doesn't die, graham/emma, rated pg
004. something to start on | canon au, that time red didn't eat her boyfriend, peer/red riding hood, granny, rated pg

♰ pretty little liars
001. singing in the streets | canon au, the show's title is puella magi sayaka magica, sayaka miki, rated pg

♰ puella magi madoka magica
001. untitled | "fame", any femslash, ensemble, rated pg-13

♰ revolutionary girl utena
001. artistic licence | punk rock, Just stay here and be with me/For real/Stay in yr body tonight, anthy/utena, rated pg-13
002. say the word (and i might have to stay) | punk rock, Just stay here and be with me/For real/Stay in yr body tonight, anthy/utena, rated pg-13

♰ star trek reboot
001. at his fingertips | canon au, uhura goes after kirk in the academy instead of spock, kirk/uhura, spock, rated g

♰ stargate
001. untitled | star trek au, she's always wanted her own ship, sam, rated g

♰ teen wolf
001. untited | bdsm, dom!danny and sub!jackson, danny/jackson, rated r

♰ TSUBASA: RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE
001. falling in love at a coffee shop | coffee shop, fai/kurogane, rated g
002. in a better world | canon au, SPOILER WARNING: HIGHLIGHT TO READ Valeria AU: Fay isn't born a twin, and grows up to be the king of Valeria end of spoiler, gen, rated g

♰ crossovers
001. untitled | crossover ( final fantasty vii, harvest moon, heavy rain, pokemon, street fighter ), various game characters form a badass survival team, various game characters, rated pg

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college au. one shot too many.

alternate universe: coffee shop. Fay/Kurogane. (PG13)

crossover. post season two of teen wolf, sam and dean stop by beacon hills to visit their cousin, allison. what they don't expect is a case involving the alpha pack.

Valeria AU: Fay isn't born a twin, and grows up to be the king of Valeria. (highlight to read)

Grad school AU.

Star Trek AU

Olympic gymnastics team AU! A universe where Olympic gymnastics teams are co-ed, for reasons.

Soulbonded psychic wolves.

Joining the team

savage au. modern day bonnie and clyde.

Star Trek AU, she's always wanted her own ship.

Apocalypse AU, various game characters form a badass survival team (the more varied the characters, the better!)

Edited 2013-01-04 19:30 (UTC)

Crossover, they both know a woman who's saved the world more than once...

I love this idea!

Question: Are you defining "drabble" properly/strictly here, as 100 words on the nose, or do you mean short ficlets of any length?

Thank you!

Write as much or as little as you're inspired to write! "Drabble" just feels a little more welcoming to me because it's not like WRITE A BAZILLION WORDS.

The Political Unconscious

The office was clearly once (quite recently) a broom closet. The undergraduate carrels in the library are roomier than this place; there are sardine cans more comfortable than this.

"Just leave it outside, thank you!" a posh British voice calls when she opens the door.

"Leave what?" Joan asks, then catches herself. "What are you doing in my office?"

A pale face, cheeks haggard, jaw haunted by scruffy stubble, pokes around the door. "This is my office. And you -- where the hell's my chicken korma?"

Swallowing, she fixes her posture. "I'm Joan Watson. You're in my office, Mr....?"

He squints at her for a moment, then seems to unfold as he pulls himself around the door and into the light from the hallway. "Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. Well, this is quite the saccharine and inane rom-com scenario, now isn't it?"

"Mr. Holmes," she says, and does not back up even as he towers over her. "There's been some sort of --"

"Mix-up, yes, yes." He turns away, his attention snapping off as precisely as a light switch. "Get that straightened out, won't you? I have work to do."

*

It was no mix-up. They're both here on Gregson's grant; they're both expected to share that vertical coffin of an office; they're to be colleagues.

"Colleague," Joan announces early one Friday evening, then pauses to drain her beer and set down the glass, "from the Latin, collega, 'partner in office'." She snorts. "Partner in obnoxious awfulness, more like."

Her friend -- no, not exactly her friend, it's too early to have friends -- her acquaintance Irene chuckles a little. "He can't be that bad."

"He's worse," Joan tells her solemnly. She shakes out her hair and pulls it back and up off her neck. "He's...he's..."

Sherlock slides into the empty seat at their table. "Delightful, charming, rascally yet possessing a heart of pure..."

"Evil," Joan says. Sherlock is taking Irene's hand, massaging his thumb lightly over her knuckles. Irene has lovely hands, long-fingered and graceful; they match her long neck and wide, dark eyes.

"Your reading of the ideologeme has haunted me all week," he's saying as Irene pretends to look bashful, lowering her eyes, looking away, even as she inclines toward his touch.

"Whatever, I'm out of here," Joan says, though probably neither hears her. She hoists her backpack onto her shoulder, yanks her scarf viciously around her neck, and makes her way out of the grad pub. She has hours of reading ahead of her, two reaction papers to write, and she still owes Gregson twenty hours of library research and seventy-five undergrad essays to mark.

Joan hasn't had more than six hours sleep in a row since August.

She believes in hard work. She doesn't know how else to be. She's nothing like Irene, for whom three languages and both queer and gendered perspectival readings come easily as breathing; she's nothing like Sherlock, for whom "work" seems to consist of ordering takeout, staring into space, then leaving for hour-long cigarette breaks.

*

"Of course you're nothing like me," he says later that month, holding the styrofoam package to his chin as he slurps up basil noodles wreathed with Sriracha. "You take this seriously. Literally, one might say. You refuse to see that this is all a game."

"What's a game?" She's slumped over her desk, forehead abutting The Archaeology of Knowledge, cheek resting on the top of yet more essays to mark.

Irene just had a conference panel approved; Sherlock has already presented at two conferences. Joan has nothing to show for her time in the program so far, nothing except possible ink poisoning from all the grading and rapidly-developing myopia.

"This, Watson! All of this!" Sherlock gestures widely, flecks of basil flying off his fork, until he smacks his hand against the concrete wall. "Ow, fuck. All of this is a game. A fairly straightforward one, it turns out. I must say I'm rather disappointed; I'd long been led to believe that academia was more complicated and intricate in its inner workings than...than..."

He trails off into silence. Joan isn't sure, but he may have sounded sincere just then, actually and authentically disappointed.

The moment is a lot like stalking a butterfly. You don't dare move, or breathe, or speak, lest the fragile wings beat and lift and the creature vanishes; but if you do nothing, you'll never catch it.

Joan turns slowly to face him. Sherlock has his mouth set, his eyes narrow and hard. He could be feeling some true emotion. He could be constipated. He's fucked with her enough times that, though she wishes she didn't care, she is at least cautious.

He looks at her, briefly, and licks the corner of his mouth.

"Sherlock--"

"Watson," he says.

She flexes her hands in her lap. Beyond his name, she has nothing to say.

"Are you..." His expression softens, goes unrecognizable. "Watson. Are you going to kiss me?" he asks.

The butterfly vanishes. Joan shoves the pile of books on the corner of his desk to the floor. "Asshole."

He beams at her and raises his palms in surrender. "You're learning!"

She really should have gone to medical school.

The Political Unconscious. | Grad school AU, Elementary, Watson & Holmes, PG

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If there's such a thing as pre-soulbonding, this would be it. It might not be exactly what you want, but I hope you like it.

*

If she really thinks back, it starts when they meet. He's close in her space, mouthing words of love at her, and his scent coats the walls of this place. This near, it's like wading through it. If they were wolves, her hackles would raise, she'd growl, and they'd fight this out. But they are human and instead she is flustered. She still wants to grab the column of his spine between her teeth until he presents his body to her: strong neck, soft belly, bare wrists above his head waiting for her hand to capture him.

The urge is strong, and she drops her purse.

It's hard to forget that kind of pull.

She's not surprised that when they shift, the magnetism is still there. She's anxious about spending the night with him; having a new wolf in his den could be dangerous. She offered to leave him the house, but he'd reminded her with wide eyes about how their kind like to indulge in their vices on full moons. And damn him, but she stays.

She tries to compromise. Leaving him picking a new set of locks, she goes into her room, set on spending the night there. After she changes though, she realizes while she might be able to stay there, Sherlock is sure to come in. That raises her ruff, so she nudges the door open. Outside her room, Sherlock's scent is even stronger, a taste in the back of her mouth, a burn at the top of her nose.

Tripping down the stairs (she cringes at how loud her claws are against the wood), she finds him with all six TVs running, the volume turned lower than usual for wolf ears. His back's to her, but he stills as he smells her approach. She tenses, ready to spring and snap and bite and push until Sherlock accepts a new wolf in his territory, but instead -

Instead, his tail gives a feeble flop and he rolls belly up.

Joan stands there dumbly. Sherlock rolls around on his back making the most pitiful whining she's ever heard, and well, clearly Sherlock's not upset with having another wolf in his den.

Approaching slowly in case he changes his mind, she pads over, and his tail starts wagging in invitation. She snuffles at his belly, and he squirms; she puts an end to that by gently gripping his neck between her jaws. He stills, beautifully, and she should leave it at that, but she can't help but give him a small shake.

She lets go, ashamed, but then he rolls up onto his feet, tongue lolling. He gives a chipper bark, nips her jaw and runs, stopping beneath the kitchen table to look back at her.

Come play.

Joan gives chase.

Despite his size, he's good at hiding in small places that would leave other wolves trapped. She's exhausted by the time she flushes him out of every bolt hole he has in the house. Panting, she lies on her side. Sherlock comes trotting in and collapses on top of her. She gives a token growl, and he continues to find the best way to sleep on top of her.

Early in the morning, when she leaves to change back, he's curled against her side. She wants to give him a lick to apologize for leaving him alone, but thinks better of it.

For the rest of the lunar week, she plays with him, and when they're not doing that, he follows her closely, letting her lead him around his own den.

It's not really surprising. People often become attached to their companions, and with both of them being wolves, it's unsurprising his attachment to her is even greater. She's the closest thing to pack he's had in a long time.

She'd been afraid he'd relapse during the full moon because with the wolf on the outside of their skin, they're indulgent creatures. She tries not to think too hard about that as he continues to stay close to her. (He might not be a wolf, constantly butting his head against her, lean body in fur rubbing against hers, but he is a man who opens doors, takes her coat, clears his knick knacks so she has a place to sit.)

When Joan moves onto her next assignment, that's when she realizes she should've remembered what else both she and Sherlock were.

Before she agreed to take Sherlock on, she'd looked into him. If they were a mismatched set of wolves, she'd only make things work. (Now, she realizes, that was never the problem. Not at all.) Sherlock's talents didn't limit themselves to picking handcuffs and deduction; he had multiple pack offers standing. A wolf with Sherlock's range of communication was well-valued, and Joan wondered why he would be alone to begin with. He'd received and given messages from his old pack in London while in New York. That's not normal, not at all; it's quite extraordinary.

Joan's quite talented at receiving from far distances, but she's never been able to reply. She's sure Sherlock would've used it to his advantage if he could; but it seems there are some rules even Sherlock would abide by. Sending messages that way was a reserved intimacy. As it was, he constantly bombarded her with texts.

Her new client isn't a wolf, so Joan keeps to her room during the quarter moon after giving her client explicit instructions not to bother her unless it was an emergency. She wakes up the next morning to her client yelling that there's a rabbit on their doorstep.

Having also been without a pack because of her job, she thinks her wolf's not used to being alone again after Sherlock. She works very hard at not remembering how thrilling it was to have a companion on the hunt (animal, human, it was all prey anyway). (She steadfastly calls her time with Sherlock diverting and fascinating and does not say she was happy.)

She pulls on her robe and goes to see the poor dead creature. It's clean kill, not much blood, all things considered. But the smell; she shouldn't be able to tell, but it's Sherlock curling up through the air and down into her bones again.

On the half moon there is a deer (she doesn't know how he found a deer in New York). On the three-quarters there's a coyote (a fellow predator, a demonstration of who the better hunter is). The wolf in her is nearer to the surface, Sherlock's scent growing thicker with each kill. She thinks of breakfasts in bed, of spaghetti in mugs, and Sherlock always offering his food to her first.

This has got to stop, she texts him.

come running w. me joanie.

She shuts her phone.

On the night of the full moon, she hears him outside her door.

Watson!

And God help her, she goes to meet him.

Invitation. Soulbonded psychic wolves. Elementary. Watons & Holmes. PG.

Added!

The Sentinel AU. Guide!Astrid, Sentinel!Walter.

BDSM AU. Dom!Danny, sub!Jackson.

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QUESTIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS.

FILLED PROMPTS.

generation kill. brad/walt.

TSUBASA: RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE

teen wolf/supernatural. allison + the winchesters. ( non-shippy )

TSUBASA: RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE

Elementary (gen or Joan/Sherlock)

Bandom: Gabe/Mikey

Community (any)

Elementary (gen or Joan/Sherlock)

Todd and the Book of Pure Evil (Simon from ep.4 "Gay Day")

twilight. edward/rosalie.

Stargate, Sam (+ any)

Video games, any characters

The X-Files/Stargate - Captain Scully & General Hammond (+ Sam & Scully)

Re: QUESTIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS.

no subject

Re: Elementary (gen or Joan/Sherlock)

Re: FILLED PROMPTS.

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Invitation - Elementary (gen or Joan/Sherlock)

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Fringe, Astrid + Walter GEN

Teen Wolf, Danny/Jackson