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harborshore) wrote2010-05-02 09:12 am
harborshore) wrote2010-05-02 09:12 am
Prompts Post: Female Characters
So it's been a while since I did one of these. I'm working on a number of original fic prompts that are making me very, very happy, but I also feel like writing short things. So. This month is female characters month, I've decided (partly because I signed up for ladiesbigbang, partly just because, you know).
Guidelines for prompt: Leave me a female character, note if you want gen or femmeslash, and a prompt, preferably a crossover or magical scenario but ordinary ones are fine too. So, for instance: Z had no idea what made her knock on the door of that blue telephone box. Or: Veronica Mars was tired of being woken up in the middle of the night to go deal with things the local Sheriff's office couldn't handle, but this time the case was a little more challenging (aliens are not Neptune standard, even if it might sometimes seem that way).
No genderswap this time, please, and no repeats of characters (unless it's one prompt that is Lyn-Z/Stephanie Brown and one that is Lyn-Z gen or something along those lines). Fandoms I'm okay to write: MSI, The Like, Greta Salpeter, other bandom ladies, Leverage, BTVS, DCU, Veronica Mars, the other usual suspects (you're welcome to try asking for someone else if you think I'm capable).
Guidelines for prompt: Leave me a female character, note if you want gen or femmeslash, and a prompt, preferably a crossover or magical scenario but ordinary ones are fine too. So, for instance: Z had no idea what made her knock on the door of that blue telephone box. Or: Veronica Mars was tired of being woken up in the middle of the night to go deal with things the local Sheriff's office couldn't handle, but this time the case was a little more challenging (aliens are not Neptune standard, even if it might sometimes seem that way).
No genderswap this time, please, and no repeats of characters (unless it's one prompt that is Lyn-Z/Stephanie Brown and one that is Lyn-Z gen or something along those lines). Fandoms I'm okay to write: MSI, The Like, Greta Salpeter, other bandom ladies, Leverage, BTVS, DCU, Veronica Mars, the other usual suspects (you're welcome to try asking for someone else if you think I'm capable).
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It was closed now, since it was already quarter past nine. Her roommate had sighed harriedly and promised to be there in three hours, which meant she still had another two to go.
"Watch out!" someone yelled, and Lyn-Z turned, only narrowly escaping being slammed into the door of the coffee shop by, whoa, what the fuck? Something was wrong with that guy's face, seriously seriously wrong.
She only had time to think that before said person snarled at her and reached out to grab her shirt, at which point something grabbed him and he flew, there was no other word for it, flew backwards. And exploded into dust. What. The. Fuck.
"What the hell just happened," she said breathlessly.
The short blond girl standing there smiled sheepishly. "Um, spontaneous combustion?"
"Hey!" came another shout from further down the alley, and both Lyn-Z and the girl turned.
"Stay right there," snapped the girl, and ran. Lyn-Z followed (what? she really sucked at doing what she was told). They reached the end of the alley and saw a redhead holding another freakish-looking dude off by—uh, by holding her arm out, palm forward? There was some weird kind of light, too.
Lyn-Z hadn't even had time to get past her surprise when there was another dust explosion and the guy disappeared. She had to sit down.
"I have to sit down," she said, and the redhead caught her as she nearly fell over.
"Sorry," she told her.
"It happens." That was a nice voice. Those were some nice arms, too, holding her up.
"I'm Lindsey," she said, because somehow it seemed important that the girl knew her name.
"I'm Willow. Like the tree, you know? It's weird, because it's not like there were any willows around where I was born, but I guess my mom liked it? Or something." She paused to breathe.
Lindsey grinned at her. "I like it," she said. "I can probably stand up now. Maybe."
"Oh! Oh. Of course." Willow carefully helped her stand on her own feet but kept a hand on Lindsey's arm. She turned to look at the blond. "Um, Buffy?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Vampires are real, I kill them for a living except they don't actually pay me much for it, yadiyadiyada. I want some coffee."
"I think it's closed," Lindsey said helpfully, because no other part of that sentence made sense.
"Coffee at my place, I mean," Buffy said.
Willow looked at Lindsey. "You, uh, want to come?"
Lindsey thought about it for a second before nodding. Her roommate would presumably take another hour or so, and coffee did sound good. As did—"Hey, do you guys mind if I smoke on the way?"
Buffy shook her head. "I'm pretty used to it," she said ruefully.
"It, it's fine," Willow said, and took her hand off of Lindsey's arm. They started walking.
Lindsey took about a minute before she couldn't hold her curiosity in any longer. "Really, vampires?"
--
Three hours later, after her roommate called and said her car broke down and Buffy broke out the whiskey, Lindsey decided she was alright with vampires. And witches. Especially witches. She arched into Willow's hands and mouth and couldn't think of a single place in the world she'd rather be than Sunnydale, California.