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Title: Alphabet Drabble Meme: K is for Karma, L is for Lust, M is for Misunderstandings, N is for Nuts
Fandom: The Hollows, Glee
Characters: Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Sue Slyvester, Emma Pillsbury
Category: A little bit of everything really
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 830, 118, 660, 143
Summary: A set of multi-fandom drabbles. I'll be posting a couple a day based on length. These very from a few thousand words to a true 100 word drabble.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations to belong to a bunch of different people and companies who are not me. Also I'm making no money off this.
Author's Note: At the end of the year I was about to give up on getting these drabbles written. I've had the prompts since MARCH. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rysler for her encouragement and gentle prodding, because without that these never would have gotten done and I'm very happy they did.
Prompts: K is for Karma, Rachel Morgan, The Hollows,rainydaygirl11; L is for Lust, Sue Sylvester, Glee, ariestess; M is for Misunderstanding, Ivy Tamwood/Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, pocabomba; N is for Nuts, Emma Pillsbury, Glee, ariestess.
K is for Karma, Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, rainydaygirl11
Karma was a bitch. Okay, not literally. Werewolves had nothing to do with this.
My best friend was getting married today, settling down with the man that she never thought would be the man of her dreams, and getting ready to have some little living vampire babies with him. It was always the last thing she said she wanted. Until I made it possible, with the twisting of one little curse - just a simple thing, but one that will let her keep her soul even after she dies. Her soul - and her children's souls.
Turned out Ivy did want that white picket fence dream after all, just not when she had thought it meant putting her children through what she had gone through in her own childhood.
And Glenn was the person she wanted it with.
It was funny. I never even knew about them until I told her that I had actually done it. I was so proud of what I'd accomplished and giddy with it. Ivy had stared at me in disbelief and then launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around me in a crushing embrace. Instead of the tiny frisson of fear that usually shot through me when Ivy moved toward me that suddenly, held me that tightly, all I felt was excitement. When she finally let go, I was reluctant, wanting to stay in her arms. They felt so good around me - safe and warm. Ivy was home, after all. I'd learned that a long time ago.
I bit my lip and raised my hand to touch her cheek, but she was already turning away, my fingers barely ghosting along her skin. Ivy didn't even notice as she hurled herself into Glenn's arms, standing on the far side of the room, with a pleased, bemused grin on his face. He stumbled back under his weight, until his back slammed against the wall. Glenn let out a helpless laugh. It was so rare to see Ivy this open and carefree.
Then she kissed him - no light brush on the lips, but a deep, bruising kiss. A promise, as it turns out.
She pulled back, leaving him dumbstruck and staring with glazed eyes and a permanently bemused grin.
"Yes!"
"Yes?" Glenn sounded confused. I couldn't blame him; I felt the same way.
"Yes, I'll marry you," Ivy said softly, almost shyly. "If you'll still have me."
Glenn swallowed hard. "Really?"
Ivy nodded and Glenn laughed, the purest, happiest sound I've ever heard - as my heart broke.
"Finally," he breathed. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her then, cupping her face in both hands and holding her close.
I had to look away. I couldn't watch anymore. My eyes burned and my nose itched. So that was that. I felt hollow, shattered. I'd never had a chance after all. I'd thought, I'd hoped that after this maybe Ivy and I could, maybe I could...but apparently I'd never had a chance after all. How had I never noticed when Ivy's feelings had changed?
Had I really been so clueless that I had never noticed that she and Glenn where together? Anger burned in my stomach. She had never told me either. But it wasn't Ivy I was angry at; it was myself. I'd had a chance, before Glenn, long before all this and I hadn't taken it. The only person I had to blame for her being in his arms was myself - my fear that she would consume me, possess me and control overwhelming everything else I felt for her.
Now I watch her kiss him again, promising herself to him till death do them part in front of their family and friends. It means something a little bit different for both of them, unless Glenn choses to join her as a vampire in death. I can't see it though - not even as far as Glenn has come over the years.
It means that one day Ivy will be alone again, a vampire who could live forever with soul in tact. Barring anything drastic I'll be there too. Karma be a bitch, but my genetics will give me one more chance to get this right.
My hand tightens into a fist at my side, nails biting into my skin. If I get that second chance, I won't let myself screw it up. Someday I'll prove to Ivy that I am more than what my fears have constrained me to be. I can be the woman who's worthy of being her partner and equal.
I am the woman who loves her and one day when the time is right - for her - I'll show her that. For now, I'll force myself to be happy for her, support my best friend and wish her the best on the happiest day of her life.
I love her - no matter how big of mess I've made - what else can I do?
L is for Lust, Sue Sylvester, Glee, ariestess
Lust - Sue Sylvester knows it well. These puny teenagers, with their rampant hormones, idiotic desires and insipid romances - they think they know lust. They have no idea.
She knows the true mean of lust - the dedication and perfection it requires. The sheer, all consuming desire for one shining thing above everything else. No, not for the perfect specimen of the male form or some idiotic set of personality traits that will disappear all too soon under the weight of one crushing disappointment or another.
No, what Sue Slyvester lusts for is forever. Victory is immortal and once torn from the feeble hands of a competitor, can never be denied.
And that's how Sue C's it.
M is for Misunderstanding, Ivy Tamwood/Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, pocabomba
I'm shaken and dazed, gasping for breath as I stagger to my feet. That last spell had come thisclose to ending me - permanently. If I hadn't gotten that circle up at the last possible moment, I would have been so much Faerie fertilizer.
Footsteps pounded toward me and turned, wobbling on unsteady legs to face my attacker. But it wasn't an attacker - it was Ivy. She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck.
"Thank the Turn you're okay," she breathed. "I was so worried." She was stroking my cheek now, in my dazed state making it even harder for me to think straight. "How could she let you..." Ivy just shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I couldn't see it, but it came so close."
I could feel Ivy shaking now and realized just how terrified she had been. I opened my mouth to say something but she was still talking.
"I thought I had lost you. I'm so sorry," she murmured.
And then she was kissing me, not hesitantly, not briefly, but deeply, pouring everything she felt into it.
I gasped at the feel of her soft lips pressed against mine. It wasn't the first time Ivy had kissed me - I hadn't been expecting it then either - but this time I wasn't nearly so hesitant. I kissed her back, responding to the almost bruising pressure of her lips, tangling my fingers into the silky strands of her hair and surging forward, kissing her just as soundly as she kissed me.
Until she shoved me away from her none to gently. "Rachel?! What the Turn are you doing? I thought you were... Where the Turn is Glenn?"
Oh. Right. That. She'd thought she was kissing him. Him, not me. Such an idiot.
"Rachel." Ivy sounded pissed. I couldn't blame her.
I swallowed hard and tried to steady myself, swaying where I stood as adrenaline began to drain away from me. "He's in the alley around back. He wanted to make the arrest himself, but I knew he'd be toast if he tried."
"So you took his place," Ivy said flatly.
I shrugged. "I thought if they were suspecting some cookie FIB officer, it might give me an edge."
Ivy's expression didn't change. "You kissed me back," she accused.
"I know," I said, unable to help the smile that tugged at my cheeks. It had felt good. So good I almost didn't want to think about it.
"Why-" Ivy bit her question off and just shook her head at me. "I have to go check on Glenn," she said, dropping my gaze and starting to walk past me.
"Ivy," I said, reaching out to touch her arm, stopping her before she could flee. Turn it, I had finally allowed myself to accept what I felt for Ivy and now she was running away. It wasn't fair.
She couldn't even look at me. "We'll talk when I get home."
It was less than I wanted, but more than what I had thought she would give me. I would take it - for now. "Okay," I said simply. Just as long as she came home.
She didn't sound happy, but then I knew something she hadn't mentioned. She might not have known it was me when she came running up to me, but she had known when she had kissed me. And that was no peck on the lips. It had lingered and clung and made me feel things...I swallowed again.
The spells that I had used might conceal against sight, sound, and scent, but it was hardly impervious to taste and touch. Ivy had known it was me the moment her lips had touched mine - and she had kissed me anyway.
It might have begun as a misunderstanding, but we had kissed and this time neither of us would be running away in fear and denial. I would make sure of that.
N is for Nuts, Emma Pillsbury, Glee, ariestess
Emma isn't stupid - far from it. She knows that everyone who knows her thinks she's a little bit nuts. The thing is she doesn't really care.
The world terrifies her - horrifies her with its nastiness. She can't fix it all. It's much too big for that, but she can try to bring a little bit of order, a little bit of neat, cleanliness to her own personal spaces.
And, okay, maybe she takes it a little bit too far sometime but when you've witnessed the shocking lapses in personal hygiene that she has, well, it's a miracle that she comes to work every day with the unwashed masses inhabiting the halls.
Point is, maybe if the world - or someone, just one person - would work with her instead of against her, well, maybe then she could really make a difference.
Fandom: The Hollows, Glee
Characters: Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Sue Slyvester, Emma Pillsbury
Category: A little bit of everything really
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 830, 118, 660, 143
Summary: A set of multi-fandom drabbles. I'll be posting a couple a day based on length. These very from a few thousand words to a true 100 word drabble.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations to belong to a bunch of different people and companies who are not me. Also I'm making no money off this.
Author's Note: At the end of the year I was about to give up on getting these drabbles written. I've had the prompts since MARCH. Many thanks to
rysler for her encouragement and gentle prodding, because without that these never would have gotten done and I'm very happy they did. Prompts: K is for Karma, Rachel Morgan, The Hollows,
rainydaygirl11; L is for Lust, Sue Sylvester, Glee, ariestess; M is for Misunderstanding, Ivy Tamwood/Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, pocabomba; N is for Nuts, Emma Pillsbury, Glee, ariestess.K is for Karma, Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, rainydaygirl11
Karma was a bitch. Okay, not literally. Werewolves had nothing to do with this.
My best friend was getting married today, settling down with the man that she never thought would be the man of her dreams, and getting ready to have some little living vampire babies with him. It was always the last thing she said she wanted. Until I made it possible, with the twisting of one little curse - just a simple thing, but one that will let her keep her soul even after she dies. Her soul - and her children's souls.
Turned out Ivy did want that white picket fence dream after all, just not when she had thought it meant putting her children through what she had gone through in her own childhood.
And Glenn was the person she wanted it with.
It was funny. I never even knew about them until I told her that I had actually done it. I was so proud of what I'd accomplished and giddy with it. Ivy had stared at me in disbelief and then launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around me in a crushing embrace. Instead of the tiny frisson of fear that usually shot through me when Ivy moved toward me that suddenly, held me that tightly, all I felt was excitement. When she finally let go, I was reluctant, wanting to stay in her arms. They felt so good around me - safe and warm. Ivy was home, after all. I'd learned that a long time ago.
I bit my lip and raised my hand to touch her cheek, but she was already turning away, my fingers barely ghosting along her skin. Ivy didn't even notice as she hurled herself into Glenn's arms, standing on the far side of the room, with a pleased, bemused grin on his face. He stumbled back under his weight, until his back slammed against the wall. Glenn let out a helpless laugh. It was so rare to see Ivy this open and carefree.
Then she kissed him - no light brush on the lips, but a deep, bruising kiss. A promise, as it turns out.
She pulled back, leaving him dumbstruck and staring with glazed eyes and a permanently bemused grin.
"Yes!"
"Yes?" Glenn sounded confused. I couldn't blame him; I felt the same way.
"Yes, I'll marry you," Ivy said softly, almost shyly. "If you'll still have me."
Glenn swallowed hard. "Really?"
Ivy nodded and Glenn laughed, the purest, happiest sound I've ever heard - as my heart broke.
"Finally," he breathed. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her then, cupping her face in both hands and holding her close.
I had to look away. I couldn't watch anymore. My eyes burned and my nose itched. So that was that. I felt hollow, shattered. I'd never had a chance after all. I'd thought, I'd hoped that after this maybe Ivy and I could, maybe I could...but apparently I'd never had a chance after all. How had I never noticed when Ivy's feelings had changed?
Had I really been so clueless that I had never noticed that she and Glenn where together? Anger burned in my stomach. She had never told me either. But it wasn't Ivy I was angry at; it was myself. I'd had a chance, before Glenn, long before all this and I hadn't taken it. The only person I had to blame for her being in his arms was myself - my fear that she would consume me, possess me and control overwhelming everything else I felt for her.
Now I watch her kiss him again, promising herself to him till death do them part in front of their family and friends. It means something a little bit different for both of them, unless Glenn choses to join her as a vampire in death. I can't see it though - not even as far as Glenn has come over the years.
It means that one day Ivy will be alone again, a vampire who could live forever with soul in tact. Barring anything drastic I'll be there too. Karma be a bitch, but my genetics will give me one more chance to get this right.
My hand tightens into a fist at my side, nails biting into my skin. If I get that second chance, I won't let myself screw it up. Someday I'll prove to Ivy that I am more than what my fears have constrained me to be. I can be the woman who's worthy of being her partner and equal.
I am the woman who loves her and one day when the time is right - for her - I'll show her that. For now, I'll force myself to be happy for her, support my best friend and wish her the best on the happiest day of her life.
I love her - no matter how big of mess I've made - what else can I do?
L is for Lust, Sue Sylvester, Glee, ariestess
Lust - Sue Sylvester knows it well. These puny teenagers, with their rampant hormones, idiotic desires and insipid romances - they think they know lust. They have no idea.
She knows the true mean of lust - the dedication and perfection it requires. The sheer, all consuming desire for one shining thing above everything else. No, not for the perfect specimen of the male form or some idiotic set of personality traits that will disappear all too soon under the weight of one crushing disappointment or another.
No, what Sue Slyvester lusts for is forever. Victory is immortal and once torn from the feeble hands of a competitor, can never be denied.
And that's how Sue C's it.
M is for Misunderstanding, Ivy Tamwood/Rachel Morgan, The Hollows, pocabomba
I'm shaken and dazed, gasping for breath as I stagger to my feet. That last spell had come thisclose to ending me - permanently. If I hadn't gotten that circle up at the last possible moment, I would have been so much Faerie fertilizer.
Footsteps pounded toward me and turned, wobbling on unsteady legs to face my attacker. But it wasn't an attacker - it was Ivy. She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck.
"Thank the Turn you're okay," she breathed. "I was so worried." She was stroking my cheek now, in my dazed state making it even harder for me to think straight. "How could she let you..." Ivy just shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I couldn't see it, but it came so close."
I could feel Ivy shaking now and realized just how terrified she had been. I opened my mouth to say something but she was still talking.
"I thought I had lost you. I'm so sorry," she murmured.
And then she was kissing me, not hesitantly, not briefly, but deeply, pouring everything she felt into it.
I gasped at the feel of her soft lips pressed against mine. It wasn't the first time Ivy had kissed me - I hadn't been expecting it then either - but this time I wasn't nearly so hesitant. I kissed her back, responding to the almost bruising pressure of her lips, tangling my fingers into the silky strands of her hair and surging forward, kissing her just as soundly as she kissed me.
Until she shoved me away from her none to gently. "Rachel?! What the Turn are you doing? I thought you were... Where the Turn is Glenn?"
Oh. Right. That. She'd thought she was kissing him. Him, not me. Such an idiot.
"Rachel." Ivy sounded pissed. I couldn't blame her.
I swallowed hard and tried to steady myself, swaying where I stood as adrenaline began to drain away from me. "He's in the alley around back. He wanted to make the arrest himself, but I knew he'd be toast if he tried."
"So you took his place," Ivy said flatly.
I shrugged. "I thought if they were suspecting some cookie FIB officer, it might give me an edge."
Ivy's expression didn't change. "You kissed me back," she accused.
"I know," I said, unable to help the smile that tugged at my cheeks. It had felt good. So good I almost didn't want to think about it.
"Why-" Ivy bit her question off and just shook her head at me. "I have to go check on Glenn," she said, dropping my gaze and starting to walk past me.
"Ivy," I said, reaching out to touch her arm, stopping her before she could flee. Turn it, I had finally allowed myself to accept what I felt for Ivy and now she was running away. It wasn't fair.
She couldn't even look at me. "We'll talk when I get home."
It was less than I wanted, but more than what I had thought she would give me. I would take it - for now. "Okay," I said simply. Just as long as she came home.
She didn't sound happy, but then I knew something she hadn't mentioned. She might not have known it was me when she came running up to me, but she had known when she had kissed me. And that was no peck on the lips. It had lingered and clung and made me feel things...I swallowed again.
The spells that I had used might conceal against sight, sound, and scent, but it was hardly impervious to taste and touch. Ivy had known it was me the moment her lips had touched mine - and she had kissed me anyway.
It might have begun as a misunderstanding, but we had kissed and this time neither of us would be running away in fear and denial. I would make sure of that.
N is for Nuts, Emma Pillsbury, Glee, ariestess
Emma isn't stupid - far from it. She knows that everyone who knows her thinks she's a little bit nuts. The thing is she doesn't really care.
The world terrifies her - horrifies her with its nastiness. She can't fix it all. It's much too big for that, but she can try to bring a little bit of order, a little bit of neat, cleanliness to her own personal spaces.
And, okay, maybe she takes it a little bit too far sometime but when you've witnessed the shocking lapses in personal hygiene that she has, well, it's a miracle that she comes to work every day with the unwashed masses inhabiting the halls.
Point is, maybe if the world - or someone, just one person - would work with her instead of against her, well, maybe then she could really make a difference.
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