Is the world ending? Who's gonna throw the party?

[harborshore]

*peers out from under her thesis-shaped rock* So I hear there's a volcano? In Iceland? Doing things? This is nuts, you guys. It doesn't seem like anyone has died, and I hope I haven't gotten that wrong. All planes are canceled in Stockholm and the air space is closed, because apparently it's incredibly dangerous to fly through volcanic ash. Here's hoping it stops soon, because danger and chaos and the ashes being potentially lethal for people who are seriously ill and they're coming right at us, guys, they're already over Sweden. CRAZY. Also, I'm supposed to leave for the US in a month and I want to see my little sister graduate. It's an extremely minor concern in the grand scheme of things, but I love my sister a lot and I want to be there. And compared to the Haiti earthquake and the Chile one, this is decidedly minor. Obviously. Still, a little nuts.

So. I would like to offer ficlets, because I want to think about other things. I'm going to do the first five prompts I like, which may or may not be the first five that appear, because what I can write right now is a little limited.

Theme: post- or pre-apocalyptic scenarios WITH HOPE. Interpret that as you will. Pairings or gen are fine. Bands/fandoms I can write: Mikey, FOB, Bob and Brian (they're a subset of fandom, right?), The Like, Panic/The Young Veins (even if my Jon voice is nonexistent), MSI, others possibly. I can also do Veronica Mars, DCU or BTVS, though the last two feel like cheating since it's not like they've never done the apocalypse thing before.

Prompt away!

ETA: I am done! Five, er, seven ficlets.

Comments

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Bob/Brian; When the birds come back.

*rustles the thesis morale support pom poms*

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

Bob/Brian UST (and the RST)? :D :D

[dancinbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Pete/Patrick. Pete and Patrick stumble across a group of fortified, thriving humans after the holocaust of the zombie pandemic. It's run by the Way brothers and its almost as weird as the wasteland outside the walls. Naturally they fit right in.

[languisity.livejournal.com]

patrick & mikey (gen), the day before the world ends.

considering i kinda feel like i'm boiling in my part of the world, i'm connecting with apocalypse fic on a whole new level.

here's hoping things are less crazy where you are soon. *crosses fingers*

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

Bob/Patrick, post-apocalyptic roommates?

Also, all flights are cancelled in the UK at the moment! It's craziness!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

It's the first day of the rest of their life.

Brian would laugh at the cliche, but it's so undeniably true, walking across scorched earth and listening to Bob's steady pace next to him. Steady but with a whole new rhythm, after the fire.

(Brian stitched the wound himself, gave up the last of their alcohol to keep it clean for days and days until the threat of infection had passed. He didn't miss it, the drink, as much as he thought he might, but he's glad for the reality of Bob here, upright and walking.)

And then he sees it. "Look," he says.

"Not much to look at," Bob says in response, and the barrenness of the earth is in his voice, too.

Brian shakes his head impatiently. "No, look, up there," and now he hears Bob laugh, delighted at the small, small bird throwing himself into the sky. And singing. The bird is singing.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Patrick's tuning his guitar. Again. Mikey pokes at his phone (it no longer works) and glances over at Patrick.

"You think it'll still work, after?"

Patrick's fingers halt on the strings, then starts back up again. "I don't know anything," he says. "Pete did, but--"

Mikey closes his eyes at that. Yeah, Pete knew things and Pete knew how to kiss Mikey so he wouldn't be scared anymore, and Mikey knew about Ashlee but Ashlee knew about him; everyone knew things and now they're both gone and Mikey's not sure who he misses more.

Patrick strums at his guitar, an angry sharp chord, and Mikey opens his eyes back up.

"We don't know they're dead," he says, voice level but full of edges, and Mikey nods. Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.

"Sing me something," he says, and Patrick half-smiles, sighs a little.

"Okay," he says, and hums for a second before starting. "It's a little cliche," he says, but Mikey shakes his head, because it doesn't matter.

And then Patrick sings about the west wind and remembering, and Mikey leans back against the wall and stops listening to the outside, finally, stops counting down the minutes.

Maybe, maybe.

[languisity.livejournal.com]

Holy yes, woman. ♥

Also, I want to cradle this line to my bosom (or something, idk): Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.

[emilyenrose.livejournal.com]

I read that sentence as 'post- or pre-apocalyptic scenarios WITH ROPE' and this is the prompt I choose to pay attention to. Whereabouts in the DCU are you happy to write? Can you give me some Robins and rope in an ice age? :D?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Bob."

Bob's ignoring him. Again.

"Bob."

"What?"

"You've been smoking. And we can't go outside. Or open windows. My room smells like fucking cigarettes."

Bob looks momentarily guilty, but then he sets his jaw. "This shit is stressful, okay?"

And yeah, Patrick knows. They can't go outside, the city's burning out there, Pete left with the hovercraft days ago and promised to come back within a week (he's got six hours before he breaks his promise, but who's counting?). Of course Bob is smoking. But.

"It seriously fucking smells, Bob, I can't stand it."

Bob raises an eyebrow and then he smirks, like he's thought of something that'll piss Patrick off even more. He stretches out on the couch, arching a little, and suddenly that smirk is an invitation.

"So give me another way to relieve stress, then."

Patrick swallows. And then he squares his shoulders, because he's been best friends with Pete Wentz since he was fifteen, and if Bob fucking Bryar thinks he can out-innuendo Patrick, then he's got another thing coming.

"Fine," he says, casual as you please, and walks over to the couch, putting one hand on Bob's knee and trailing a finger up, up. He looks down at Bob like he never wanted to be anywhere else but right here, he knows how to do that (and maybe he means it, sort of, for a given value of world-ending scenarios, anyway).

Bob's the one swallowing now, and his mouth falls open, fuck, that's hot, that's really hot. Bob must see the shift in Patrick's face because he grins and reaches up and he has longer arms than Patrick, right, so he pulls him down into a kiss and Patrick decides, after some careful consideration, that he's going to go along with that.

Also, he totally knows how to distract Bob from smoking now. Sweet.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

HI YOU. ♥ If it pleases you, I would like a post-split Ryan/Spencer apocalyptic story where Spencer doesn't know where Ryan is. :D?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"If you'd think before you--"

"Shut up," Jason says, or that's what Tim thinks he says anyway, it's not like it's easy to enunciate when you're hanging upside down in a harness and trying not to get your brains bashed in by a giant block of ice.

This really wasn't part of the plan.

Also, he's pretty sure the laughter in his comm is one part Dick and three parts Steph, because somehow it was decided that Batman team up with Batgirl for this one, while Jason and Tim as former Robins (current Red Robin and insane person, really) formed the other Dynamic Duo. Tim has some mental notes on efficient team management that he's going to present to Dick and Barbara when they get back.

And by present he totally means rig every single electronic appliance they own to do something nasty. Pretty easy when it comes to Dick, but enormously difficult when it comes to Barbara. That's okay, Tim likes a challenge. Just not this one. The only light in the utter, utter darkness of the situation is that no one suggested they bring Damien.

He sighs. "Jason, if you--"

"Shut up," Jason says again, and Tim grits his teeth.

"Did you want to get loose, because I can just leave--"

"No, seriously, shut up." Jason sounds calm, which is a new one. "I know how we can get in."

Tim draws a startled breath, and then he starts grinning. "Okay," he says. "Okay, tell me."

[morebliss.livejournal.com]

Bob/Brian - Brian organising and packing for the upcoming apocalypse.

[emilyenrose.livejournal.com]

*_____*

*chinhands* I could keep reading this for a very long time.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee, awesome! I don't know where they're going or what they're doing or why they're scaling a block of ice to get in somewhere, which is unfortunate, but I'm pretty sure they make it. Somehow. In the meantime, Steph and Dick are having the time of their lives (even if Dick sometimes can't breathe with how the way she moves is so much like someone else) and actually work really really well together. Which Babs knew they would, just like she had a hunch Tim and Jason could figure it out.

Um, yes, the bats. You gave me the right prompt. ♥

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

*claps and bounces* Pete left with the hovercraft, yes of course he did! Also, also, I love this, how the world's fallen apart but they're still so very them.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥ I am so very glad you liked it, I grew very fond of the scenario in the telling.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*beams at you* They really are, aren't they? It's the only way they can keep sane, I think. (Bob may or may not have hidden Patrick's guitar strings for half a day in retaliation for Patrick making him think they were out of coffee.)

PS. Yes, it is madness. Madness madness madness.

[languisity.livejournal.com]

I could tell! It felt like they were all settled into this broken little world and hey, if you wanted to expand this at some distant point in the future, I wouldn't hate it. /shameless

[nthngtoseehere.livejournal.com]

Bob/Veronica Mars, Post-apocalyptic detective-y shenanigans?

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Like girls, finding each other after separation in a broken world!

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥

[nthngtoseehere.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow, there isn't anything about this that isn't beautiful. Wow. ♥

[nthngtoseehere.livejournal.com]

*___* I love this. Apocalypses need more adorable sexiness like this, SRSLY.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS. It's pretty much everything I needed - that hope is perfect. And the bit about the barrenness being in Bob's voice too gave me a chill. ♥