MEME: Drabbles

[girlalmighty]

Tag your characters into the meme, and leave each other either prompts or drabbles, as the mood moves you. This is open-ended, so anything goes, from futures to things that never happened, crack drabbles to the most ridiculously clichéd drabble you can come up with, genre switch, first kisses, etc.

Of course, we all know sometimes the inspiration just isn't there, so try not to take it personally if someone just doesn't get to your prompt. The more prompts you give, the more likely you are to get!

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[forthedog]

Mike Pinocchio

[jshot]

Mike and Neil in an alternate universe where they exist (and always have existed) in the same canon.

[dynamicsymmetry]

The boy is always beautiful with a gun in his hand.

They fight like dancing, like birds diving and wheeling; it's about feeling each other through the air, knowing each other's bodies well enough to become each other's prophets. Mike is like a hammer; he's all power, brutal force and rage. Neil is grace and quickness; Neil is the breeze and spider-lightning. Mike beats you down. Neil is there and then gone again.

And you want him back. That's his real weapon.

They annihilate a scouting party in Pittsburgh and feed on the leavings like carrion--ammo and body armor. Warm beds for the night and warm bodies like always, thrusting hard together, Neil on top and riding him because the secret is that Mike likes being held down. Moving again in the morning, dawn light and dew like chilled sweat. South to the smoldering remains of DC. It's the capitol of nothing now but they hear about a supply cache out past the remains of Silver Spring and the few Guard who are watching it never have time to say goodbye to a world that was never even real.

This is real. Biting lips in a hail of bullets. They drag the cache back to DC and trade it for weapons and alcohol and life is fucking good.

Neil doesn't even have to aim half the time. The bullets want to make him happy. Mike understands this impulse because he'd do anything for the gorgeous creature grinding on his lap in the shit-hole bar, bad music and worse booze but in the end who's counting as long as we all go to sleep still breathing?

The boy has a gun and he's fucking beautiful, and together they'll feast on the dead.

In the Realm, this is as good as love ever gets.