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Feb 15, 2015

1 for 100

Title: 1 for 100 Fandoms: Various (but predominantly dD and Batfam) Rating: G to R Word Count: 100 x 33 = 3,300 Summary: Five weeks. Twelve fandoms. One-word prompts. Thirty-three drabbles.

part one

2/15/15

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for: shadow-spires • word: enraptured • ship: dD

“He must be a stronger fellow than surmised,” Ra's says, leaning closer in thought. The whitish-blue lighting of the monitor carves his wrinkles into sharper, more severe shadows.

Talia pours the tea and says nothing. She watches along as the bright shape flits effortlessly across the screen. The circus boy is skilled, yes. Even graceful. But also foolishly inefficient. She knows her father sees this—and does not understand.

“He must be strong, indeed,” Ra's repeats, though uncertainty colors his voice,“for the boy to be so enraptured.”

Talia sips, savoring the warmth of porcelain against her lips.

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for: candypinkcocks • word(s): bouncy castles • chara(s): batfam

(since you gave me two words, i'm giving back 200)

A blob of brightly-colored vinyl sat in the center of the new Wayne Recreational Park, pooling flaccidly on the grass. Technicians had tried valiantly to salvage it with duct tape, but after running the inflator and only finding more and more holes to patch, they were forced to abandon the cause. Families and community members who had been enjoying the park's grand opening a mere hour before, now gawked with the same morbid curiosity as the scene of a homicide.

Tim played PR machine for the press, pasting on his best smile and making all the right self-deprecating jokes to sway their pens in the desired direction. Meanwhile Bruce had vanished—ostensibly to contract alternative entertainment. Personally, Tim found it an awfully convenient excuse, coming from a man who wouldn't know how to handle a mob of sad schoolchildren, aside from offering to make them his crime-fighting wards.

Then again, there was at least one child he could understand wanting to run away from.

A few yards away from the ruckus, under the discreet shade of an oak, Damian grimaced while Dick stood over him with crossed arms.

“And this is why you don't bring knives into the bouncy castle.”

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for: yukimitsus • word: camera • ship: sekikawa/mikoshiba

"Dude, do you always gotta cry when you get serious?”

“D-don't take a picture!”

He scrambles over you, fingertips reaching to cover the lens of your phone camera. You feel his chest when he breathes, quick, shallow hiccups, like he can't decide if he's laughing or still crying.

You tilt your chin up and brush your tongue against his jaw. He freezes. So you do it again.

He's gonna freak out, he's gonna bail, you're certain—but instead he starts palming you through your slacks, and you praise the heavens that Mikoshiba's always braver than you give him credit for.

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for: dirksgrayson • word: firsts • ship: gon/killua

The first mission where Killua is given a knife, he doesn't prepare for arterial spray. He has to press his fingers to the wound to minimize the mess, and the warm wetness makes his grip slippery.

“Remember what you learned,” Father says upon his return.

“The first,” Mother adds wistfully, “is always so crucial.”

Killua nods and scrapes dried blood from under his nails.

Years later, he reconsiders. Gon smiles at him again and again, and each time still moves him with the force of a glacier. Firsts are no more precious than the thousand times after.

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for: shadow-spires • word: θύμος • ship: dD

(i'm dying bc i love Platonic texts like Phaedrus, but then i end up writing a thing that cheats the prompt and refuses to engage with it, haha)

He had sworn himself to a code, a line to walk. “Like a tightrope,” Bruce sometimes said. But Dick Grayson has not been an acrobat in many years, and he does not see a reason to let this person live.

Wulun. Thymos. The law of Qisas. He is not wanting in ethical systems that might call for rightful vengeance. But although the rage Dick feels is cool, slow, purposed—it is not articulate. Philosophy, as it often does, fails to account for the immediacy of praxis.

Dick presses the heel of his palm against Talia's trachea, and sinks his weight.

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for: jupes • word: dog • ship: Jason/Damian

“You're welcome,” Jason grunts.

Robin glares.

“No one asked you to take the hit for me.”

“No,” Jason says, breaths shaky, “but the big guy needs your backup.”

Robin narrows his eyes. The conversation isn't over, but there's no time. His cape flutters and he's gone.

Jason drags himself under the rubble, tucking his bloodied limbs beneath him, like a dog that loses its fights. He saw them a lot growing up. Behind dumpsters, under heaps of damp cardboard.

They're both too much like strays—him and the brat. Quick to bite; still aching to be trained.

♕end part one

(A/N): I was sorely needing this practice, so thanks again to everyone who sent me an ask/reply! I'll try doing this more often, so if you're interested, keep an eye out for another post calling for prompts.

Thanks for reading!

part two

2/22/15

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for: anon • word: ansiedad • ship: Dick/Damian

Damian has little use for weak tonics and prayer, but the curandera on 86th makes the best hot chocolate at this latitude. The line is long so he kills time rereading the morning's texts—three variations on stop ignoring me, and five kinds of come home. Damian doesn't answer.Grayson can keep sweating.

When Damian gets to the counter, the stout Maya woman slides an herb satchel alongside his drink.

“Para la ansiedad,” she explains.

Damian scowls; it's his easiest face when caught off-guard.

“I don't need this trash,” he grits. But his fingers close around the bundle.

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for: anon • word: flabbergasted • ship: Yuki/Haru

Thanks to sci-fi films and Wikipedia, Yuki isn't entirely unprepared for non-human companionship, but there's still so much to teach about human life that it leaves him flabbergasted. Everything seems so obvious—rules, behaviors—that you forget you had to learn it all too, things like cutting your toenails.

“Stop wiggling! I'll clip them too short and it'll hurt. Are even you listening?”

“Roger! Not too short!”

Even in summer, Haru's feet feel cold; he's always cooler to the touch than expected.

“You're too easygoing,” Yuki says, with his usual mild worry, and squeezes Haru's toes.

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for: lanval • word: happy • chara: Tommy Shepherd

When the rabbi reached the sixth brakhot, everyone chiming in, "Sameach tesamach re’im ahuvim–", Tommy's throat tightened, voice slipping on the syllables.

He'd always thought it was kind of unfair that for a nerd— a shy, disgustingly monogamous one —Billy had so much going for him. It's not like Tommy wanted everything his brother had. He wasn't ready for all the drippy, heavy shit like soulmates and commitment, but he often wished for at least his own little slice of happy.

Just for today though, he was content with sharing, as he mouthed out the remainder of the blessings.

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for: k009 • word: sports • ship: Sonic/Shrek

"What do you mean, you don't like running?"

"Look at me,” Shrek says, slapping his belly. “Not exactly a star athlete."

Shrek laughs but Sonic is still hung up with disbelief. There's so much more to running than sports. He wants to explain, but the words keep sticking.

“You alright, hedgehog?”

Sonic smiles. “Don't worry about me.”

He doesn't know how it got so important to make himself understood, but he wants to try. It'll take time, working little by little, but he won't be alone—and for once, Sonic thinks he won't mind taking things slow.

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for: jupes • word: teeth • ship: Dick/Damian

Dick peels the torn denim from his leg, blood welling from an arch of red punctures.

“I can't believe he bit me!”

“My orders are absolute,” Damian says, applying antiseptic. “I told him: allow no one into the perimeter. If it makes any difference, he's very sorry.”

As if on cue, Titus whuffles sadly from under the table.

“You don't seem remorseful yourself,” Dick notes.

“I warned you. Don't visit unannounced.”

Dick whistles. “Guess I should be glad your teeth aren't as sharp.”

Damian's mouth twitches. Almost a smile. “You don't know that.”

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for: jupes • word: wet • ship: sheebcest

Seijuurou is the first to break the awkward silence.

“We have to wash the sheets before mom comes home.”

“She'll get suspicious,” Momotarou grumbles. “I never do laundry. ”

“I'll tell her you wet the bed and you're embarrassed.”

“That won't work, Nii-chan!”

Momotarou rolls onto his stomach and Seijuurou tries not to stare at all the places still messy with lube. He's worried that he doesn't feel as bad as he's supposed to, but then Momotarou puts his chin on his knee.

“Nii-chan. Condoms, next time.”

“Next time,” Seijuurou repeats, feeling faint.

♕end part two

(A/N): Once again, thank you to everyone who sent in prompts. 100 words is tough—I always spend more time cutting than writing. But it's great exercise.

part three

3/1/15

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for: lanval • word: red • chara: Tim Drake

Tim doesn't intend to lie beyond what's necessary, but the CPS worker won't leave him alone until he gives her the right answers. Gotham PD is easier. They just want to bag their evidence and hit the road.

He only notices his father's blood on his hand when he's finally latching the door locks. A thin layer, more brown than red at this point. It's dried into the furrows of his palm, darkening all the wrinkles meant to guide your fate.

Love line, life line, the Girdle of Venus—Anita had told him all their names once; he doesn't remember anymore.

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for: varevare • word: glasses • ship: dD

“You're staring.”

Snippy as ever, but when it comes to Damian, Dick supposes it counts as courtesy to start with words before blades.

“It's just. Your whole Wayne-al-Ghul supergenes deal. Didn't expect you'd ever need anything… corrective.” Or that you'd ever admit to yourself that you needed it, he adds mentally.

Damian sighs like he's bored with the conversation, but Dick notices how he nudges the frames of his glasses self-consciously.

“I've never claimed to be perfect, Grayson,” he says. “Only that I'm so much closer to it that someone like you can't tell the difference.”

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for: yukimitsus • word: snowing • ship: Hiruma/Yukimitsu

Nothing stands out when Hiruma meets him. Nothing besides his forehead, anyway. At best, his skills might be useful for off-field duties—clerical work, strategy, all the things Hiruma's already got covered.

It should be easy to ignore Yukimitsu, and Hiruma plans to only spend effort where it won't be wasted; but plans always bend to circumstance.

It's not that Yukimitsu has nothing. But what's inside of him is so quiet that it's easy to miss. Like waking up at 3am and finding that it's snowing outside your window. And once Hiruma learns the sound, it is impossible to stop listening.

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for: candypinkcocks • word: water • ship: TimKon

Kon moves without thinking—his usual MO—thumb swiping over the back of Rob's neck, just above the cape. Robin freezes mid-sentence.

“You had some water on you,” Kon stammers. “From the rain,” he adds, as if the team hasn't noticed the steady pour.

Robin squints through the mask.

“Anyway, the fourth phase—” he says, segueing back to his plan; Kon's stomach shrivels.

After debrief, Slobo lights one up. He offers the pack, shrugging when Kon refuses.

“Rough luck, bro,” he says, pulling a long drag. “Guess I'm not the only one goin' blind.”

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for: justcallmenoe • word: implosion • ship: [none specified, so I picked AoKise]

Aomine had gotten used to seeing that guy in magazines, used to seeing him decked out in weird runway shit— you really need five scarves at once, Mr. Model? But this cover is different. He's dressed down here, just a loose shirt over a tanktop, skin wet and glowing, an image so familiar that Aomine starts to smell sweat, hears whining in his ear, Aominecchi, one more round—

This is the first time Aomine is seeing a coverspread like this, not Mr. Model, but the Kise Ryouta he knows, and his breath collapses into himself, a sudden and dizzying implosion.

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for: anon • word: virtue • ship: dD

Damian is still pounding the cell walls to little effect, besides making Dick's head spin harder.

“Robin,” Dick calls out.

“If all you've got is more 'patience is a virtue' bullshit, keep quiet and spare us the oxygen.”

“You're right,” Dick says. “We're out of time.” The easy agreement has Damian whipping his head around, glare at the ready. But his eyes widen when realization finally cuts through. Dick hasn't been moving much for the past hour.

“You said the bleeding stopped,” Damian accuses. His anger sounds so fragile.

Dick turns away, smiling weakly. “Sorry.”

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for: jupes • word: titties • chara: Momotarou

“Was your ex into any weird stuff?”

Seijuurou shrugs. “She liked playing with my nipples more than other girls.”

“Nii-chan's titties?!”

“Don't call them that!”

When the conversation eventually devolves into hands beneath his shirt, Seijuurou isn't surprised. Sex-talk is common fare for brothers, but Momotarou's always letting his curiosity push past normal boundaries.

“You can't just touch people,” Seijuurou scolds, shifting on the bedspread. Momotarou's breath feels wet against his chest.

“Uh-huh,” Momotarou mumbles.

Seijuurou frowns, tracing the button of his brother's shorts with his thumb. “Well. As long as you understand.”

♕end part three

(A/N): These weren't particularly obscure words to be prompted with, but somehow they really made me struggle this week, haha. Thanks for reading!

part four

3/8/15

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for: jupes • word: familiar • fandom: Glitch

The old world always creeps up on you. You catch yourself thinking about how the trains run differently here, or that the food tastes strange. You reach for quoins in your pocket, never finding their familiar weight.

They're unfair expectations, setting yourself up for disappointment. But they're habits, and you don't know how to make your heart forget.

It strikes you hardest while you watch your neighbors chase after butterflies, nets swirling through the summer air.

The words spill out of you unexpectedly. "We used to name the butterflies, where I came from," you say to no one in particular.

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for: tinyredbird • word: leather • ship: TimKon

The borrowed leather jacket hangs off Robin's shoulders like it's melting. Oughtta be a joke, but the jump in Kon's stomach isn't laughter.

Robin misreads the silence, for once not as smart as he likes to act. “That bad, huh,” he says.

“Terrible, Wonder Boy,” Kon answers, trying not to wince when his voice cracks.

Robin snorts, corner of his mouth tugging, and this guy has gotta have a palmful of Kryptonite, because when he throws a play-punch to the chest, fist tapping the S, Kon feels like he's being blown all the way back to Waimea Bay.

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for: lanval • word: fun • chara: Damian Wayne

Each time the brat arrives at the Tower, everyone on the team turns irritable and on edge— even the normally sweet-tempered members like Kiran and Jaime find themselves getting snappy. But having a common complaint gives them something to bond over.

“Don't like him wandering the Tower unsupervised,” M'gann says, looking over her shoulder.

“He's like a spider on the wall,” Cassie adds. “Gotta keep him in your line of sight.”

Conner shivers. “What does he even do for fun when he's by himself?”

Tim shakes his head. “Trust me. You don't want to know.”

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for: k009 • word: murder • ship: AoKaga

Five reasons why being with Kagami just made sense:

He wore the same shoe size, which meant they could share. They were the same size everywhere else, too, but Kagami got picky about trading underwear.

He could cook. No-brainer.

He had ball skills other guys would murder for. Being on court together was basically foreplay.

He lived alone. Staying over was so easy it felt criminal. Bonus: either the walls were thick or his neighbors were pervs, because nobody ever complained about the noise.

His tits weren't as sweet as Mai-chan's, but hey, nobody's perfect.

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for: deadfreckledboys • word: combustion • ship: KiKuro

When Ryouta was younger his neighborhood ran a safety campaign, sending out handbooks that illustrated household dangers and how to avoid them. One page always bothered him, a drawing of greasy rags—COMBUSTION, it warned in angry red kanji. It wasn't like other accidents, things like electrocution and slipping in the shower, where cause and effect were immediate.

It was only in his last year of high school that he came to understand this danger, after letting things pile up unattended. Memories, feelings. Words and intentions he tried to ignore. But waiting turned to ignition. And then the burning began.

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for: anon • word: clockwork • chara: Gotou Hidenori

They say prosthetic organs don't exist yet, at least not in any sustainable way, but isn't that what routines are for? They help you keep running when you're broken inside, fill your ribcage with clockwork.

sounds like ur having lots of fun lately~☆

im glad, gocchin ♪ (o´▽｀o) ♪

still miss you, he types, thumb moving without having to look at the keys. He doesn't hit send.

Compared to metal, the softness of tissue is frightening. After years of precision—of dials and spring-loaded gears—he isn't ready for the messiness of circulating blood. But the beating in his chest won't wait.

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for: candypinkcocks • word: gangbang • chara: Isaac Lahey

(orz MEEYA, you gave me a pathway to paradise, but i hecked up the directions)

When he shows up at the loft, Erica and Boyd won't stop staring. He expects it. Even after washing up, the scent of soap can't hide what he's done. Still, he turns away when he sees their noses wrinkle with recognition.

They think he's not that kind of person, and they're not completely wrong. He doesn't haunt the local glory holes, doesn't go posting ads on shady websites (m4mm, gangbang, ddf), he doesn't even join them on their club crawls half the time.

But they're all running wilder since the Bite, and Isaac's got no reason to slow down now.

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for: anon • word: matter • ship: dD

“Still hate capes,” Dick says as he pulls on the cowl, “but being back in the suit is nostalgic.”

“Haven't seen you in it since the night you told me you were going back to Nightwing,” Damian says, smirking. “You gave me some droll metaphor about how matter changes states, but is never destroyed. I said I didn't need a physics lecture and tried to break your nose.”

Dick snorts at the memory.

“Cheesy, but not untrue. Batman and Robin never die, right?”

“But when they do,” Damian adds, “they always come back.”

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for: anon • word: always • ship: AbeMiha

It's easy to get caught off-guard by their closeness—how they study together in the university student center even though they're different majors, and how easily they hold hands, and the voice Abe uses when he thinks only Mihashi can hear. But this is how a battery ought to work, their teammates tell themselves, averting their eyes self-consciously.

When the team has their first away game and finds their hotel overbooked, they laugh, joking that the battery can obviously share a bed.

What no one, not even Abe, expects is for the pitcher to chirp, “Y-yeah! Just like always!”

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for: anon • word: interrupción • ship: dD

Dick yanks the wall panels, looking for wiring, a switchboard, anything. He's ignoring the alarms, warnings of imminent explosion, ignoring Damian's roaring on the other side of the airlock (“Get out of here, Grayson, get the hell out”).

Finally, he finds it—EN CASO DE INTERRUPCIÓN DE LA CORRIENTE ELÉCTRICA—reading the block print like it's gospel before slamming the button.

“You should have left me,” Damian says, hours later on the jet back to Gotham. He says it angrily, but without wonder, as if understanding Dick would never give up on him. Dick's chest tightens with affection.

♕end part four

(A/N): Thanks for reading and sending in prompts! Working to juggle so many characters and ships is a challenge, but one I enjoy trying to meet.

part five

3/15/15

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for: lanval • word: grounded • chara: Superboy

He's learned to appreciate the rhythms of small town life. Even without diabolical machines, time here has a way of bending, never cutting straight lines. It winds in slow circles, like the wheels on a John Deere tractor, dragging down a two-lane highway. Like the fan blades on the windmill, or the rolling pin beneath Ma's fingers, working over the crust in practiced sweeps to get it to the perfect thickness she's known for forty years.

But pie can't fill every hunger. And sometimes even the open Kansas sky can't stop the gravity of his memories from keeping him grounded.

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for: candypinkcocks • word: kitten • chara: Cassandra Cain

Bruce always said she's brilliant with patterns, but how is that useful to her now when language never follows any, grammar pointing out more exceptions than rules. She practices, downloading dictionary apps to her phone, and writing Dick's strange phrases like puzzles to solve, but when she's tired, her head swims back to that old place where words are just any other noise.

She still can't speak without straining. Her voice is kitten soft, not out of gentleness, but for lack of experience. Nonetheless, she knows that strength will come after the soreness; one day she'll be able to roar.

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for: jupes • word: paranoia • chara: Jason(/Roy)

Having known death ought to make a man more cautious, but Jason still moves at the speed of anger.

“You weren't my first choice, either,” he spits.

Roy freezes. Then laughs, chest caving, and pulls his hat over his eyes.

“I know.” He's smiling, or trying to. That's the problem with Roy; he sucks at lying.

Except Jason knows he's the one that's really the problem. He's the one who's scared of being thrown away, lashing out with all his self-fulfilling paranoia.

He wants to quit fighting. Tell Roy he's sorry. But Gotham never taught him those words.

♕end part five

(AN): Thanks so much to everyone who has been sending prompts and reading over the past five weeks! Just like doing the Advent project from two (three?) years ago, working on these quick pieces has really helped me think about process and economy, like a writer’s version of gesture drawing.

It’s also been fun working in a relatively intimate fashion. No fandom tags—just me and my followers. I really appreciate the folks who had comments, whether through replies, or sending me asks or tweets. It’s been an interesting five weekends, and I hope to do something like this again!

#shadow-spires #candypinkcocks #dirksgrayson #yukimitsus #myfic #lanval #k009 #varevare #justcallmenoe

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