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18 September 2012 @ 10:00 pm
Trope meme!  
Stole this from poisonivory and thelostmaximoff.

Give me a pairing/fandom and pick a trope from this list, and I'll write a drabble based on that combination.

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
feeling: goodgood
Three Days of Violence Against Vegtables: GW - 3x4/Heartlil_1337 on September 19th, 2012 01:24 pm (UTC)
Trowa and Quatre - #12
amanda: Gundam Boysshini02 on September 19th, 2012 02:21 pm (UTC)
(Okay, so, I'd wanted this to be light and fluffy, but it turned out kind of angsty and bittersweet. ^^; I hope you like it, anyway, though!)


They don't have any intention of keeping the baby, of course, but for now they have no choice. They found her nearly buried beneath some ruins of the war, and whether or not she was left there by accident or intentionally, they'll never know. Not that it really matters to either of them, anyway, because they've been in this baby's place, in some way or another.

“Should we name her?” Quatre asks one day. The magnac's are inside their tents, but the two young Gundam pilots are outside, enjoying earth's scenery, and the momentary peace. The baby's happily tugging at the hem of Quatre's vest, gurgling in a way that makes Quatre think she's actually trying to communicate with him.

He's never held a baby before. Every time she squirms, his grip tightens and he readjusts her against his body, afraid she somehow may fall or hurt herself.

Trowa doesn't answer his question. Name's have never meant much to him, and he sees no point in naming something they aren't going to keep, anyway. To name her would be to commit, to attach, and he can't do that. Not to himself, or to Quatre.

“Relax while you hold her,” Trowa instructs, though when it comes to babies, he's just as clueless. But he knows they're sturdy, stronger than people think, and it does no child any good to be shamefully coddled.

“I just don't want her to get hurt,” Quatre says, brow furrowing, but willing himself to loosen his hold on her tiny hips just a fraction.

The corner of Trowa's lips twitch and curve in the slightest, the smallest of grins claiming his face. Quatre's good with children, he thinks, and one day he'll make a wonderful father.

“She won't get hurt,” he tells the blond.

You won't let her.
Three Days of Violence Against Vegtables: GW - 3x4/Heartlil_1337 on September 20th, 2012 01:16 am (UTC)
That is sad though at the same time I can't imagine them giving her up unless she was going to a good family who would love and care for her.

I liked it a lot. It fits them well.
amanda: Gundam Boysshini02 on September 20th, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
:) I'm glad you liked it.
thelostmaximoffthelostmaximoff on September 19th, 2012 03:31 pm (UTC)
Cessily and Kevin - #9
amanda: Hellion & Mercuryshini02 on September 19th, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)
The cell is cold and dark and lonely, even with Kevin there with her. There's only a sliver of light that shines through the crack they call a window, and it catches on her metallic skin and glitters now and then, casting reflections against the shadows. She catches Kevin watching them now and then, eyes following each glimmer of light she casts against the dark.

The cell won't give to Kevin's touch, and there are no openings for Cessily to slide through; they're virtually stuck here, helpless and waiting for the rest of the team to catch up, to find them and free them. It could be worse, Cessily thinks – she could have been with someone else.

If there was anybody, anybody in the entire world she could choose to be imprisoned with, it would be Kevin. And so it is.

She looks across the cell at him as he lays on the painfully small cot. “Getting comfortable?” she tries to tease, because deep down in her core she knows they won't be here much longer.

“Might as well,” Kevin replies. Obviously, he thinks otherwise. Cessily frowns, and sits by the so-called bed, in a place where the light can't reach her.

“They'll come,” she reassures, because never let it be said she doesn't have faith in her squad or the X-Men.

“Don't stay on the floor,” he tells her suddenly. “I can make room – ”

A heat rushes through her, and she would have blushed if she could have. “No – that's okay. I'm fine down here.”

His hand on her shoulder sways her instantly. “Get on the bed.”

Hesitantly, she complies, and slides in beside him, pinning him between herself and the ragged wall behind them. His arm slides around her, and though she wishes it meant something, she knows it's more of a matter of (physical) comfort than anything.

Still, she thinks, with a small, inward grin that he can't see, this is closer than Laurie will ever get.
The Mad Fan Girlfullmetal_cute on September 19th, 2012 07:34 pm (UTC)
Angelo and Jono, #12
☆ Rini: silent hill ♦  i need a miraclea_lovesuicide on September 20th, 2012 11:39 pm (UTC)
I hope it's okay if I request something even though we haven't talked much lately (but I'm going to snag this meme from you in a minute so you can totally request some drabbles from me! :D)

Maybe Brooklyn/Lucita (because I miss them bunches) and #7? Or whichever number you feel like. :D