B7 Drabbles
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dickinsonsI'm still working on my WIPs, particularly in one that's at almost 7k right now, but when I'm not feeling very inspired I do 100 word prompts to keep writing. These are the ones I've written so far:
"Oh, now we've done it!"
"Done what?"
Tarrant turned on his heel and Dayna followed.
Vila gestured behind them. "Walked right under a ladder, you see?"
Dayna frowned at the ladder resting against the wall. "So?"
"What do you mean so? Don't you know it's bad luck? Surely you've heard!"
Tarrant chuckled. "Oh, please, Vila. Don't tell me you believe that nonsense."
"You haven't known him as long as I have," Avon said as he walked under the ladder as well, Soolin following close behind. "Otherwise you would know there are no limits to his stupidity."
Vila retraced his steps and lifted a finger. "This is supposed to remove the bad luck. Come on now, all of you."
Tarrant scoffed. "I don't think we can get worse luck if we tried."
"You're still alive," Avon said, glaring.
Vila shook his head. "Not for much longer!"
"Vila!" Dayna said, mildly amused.
Shaking his head, Vila moved away from the ladder, opting for walking down the old road instead. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"
After his first three steps, Vila tripped on a rock and fell on his arse. As much as it hurt him, he was thankful—if he hadn't traced his way back under the ladder, he'd have fallen face-first!
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"It's been a week, Tarrant."
Tarrant flushes angrily, a thin layer of sweat covering his heaving chest. "Perhaps that's nothing to you, but I'm young and I've got needs!"
Avon's eyes flick to Tarrant's hastily hidden erection. He arches his eyebrows. "Yes. I can see that."
Tarrant drags more of the blanket over himself. "Well, aren't you going to leave?"
Avon smirks. "Are you considering the alternative?"
Tarrant's grip falters. "Are you?"
Avon kneels and removes the blanket without resistance. "I may be old, Tarrant, but I'm not dead."
Gripping the firm thighs, Avon lowers his mouth, and Tarrant melts.
Read on AO3
Ficlet, gen. Vila believes in superstition.
"Oh, now we've done it!"
"Done what?"
Tarrant turned on his heel and Dayna followed.
Vila gestured behind them. "Walked right under a ladder, you see?"
Dayna frowned at the ladder resting against the wall. "So?"
"What do you mean so? Don't you know it's bad luck? Surely you've heard!"
Tarrant chuckled. "Oh, please, Vila. Don't tell me you believe that nonsense."
"You haven't known him as long as I have," Avon said as he walked under the ladder as well, Soolin following close behind. "Otherwise you would know there are no limits to his stupidity."
Vila retraced his steps and lifted a finger. "This is supposed to remove the bad luck. Come on now, all of you."
Tarrant scoffed. "I don't think we can get worse luck if we tried."
"You're still alive," Avon said, glaring.
Vila shook his head. "Not for much longer!"
"Vila!" Dayna said, mildly amused.
Shaking his head, Vila moved away from the ladder, opting for walking down the old road instead. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"
After his first three steps, Vila tripped on a rock and fell on his arse. As much as it hurt him, he was thankful—if he hadn't traced his way back under the ladder, he'd have fallen face-first!
Read on AO3
Drabble, rated E, Avon/Tarrant. Tarrant's enjoying some time alone for the first time in a week. Avon walks in.
"It's been a week, Tarrant."
Tarrant flushes angrily, a thin layer of sweat covering his heaving chest. "Perhaps that's nothing to you, but I'm young and I've got needs!"
Avon's eyes flick to Tarrant's hastily hidden erection. He arches his eyebrows. "Yes. I can see that."
Tarrant drags more of the blanket over himself. "Well, aren't you going to leave?"
Avon smirks. "Are you considering the alternative?"
Tarrant's grip falters. "Are you?"
Avon kneels and removes the blanket without resistance. "I may be old, Tarrant, but I'm not dead."
Gripping the firm thighs, Avon lowers his mouth, and Tarrant melts.
Read on AO3
