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nineveh_uk ([personal profile] nineveh_uk) wrote2008-02-14 08:15 pm

Prompts, please!

I have an ominous "coming down with a cold" feeling (please, please no; I've actually managed to be healthy so far this term), and the current WIP* is sulking in a corner, and I think I need something to stir my brain. So...

Tell me what you want a drabble on, and I shall endeavour to provide. You know the usual fandoms, though I am willing to have a go at something else if that's what you fancy**.

*The current WIP I am trying to write, I mean, as distinct from the many other WIPs waiting more-or-less patiently in a queue.

**NB This offer does not include the Aubrey/Maturin books. That is definitely Never Going To Happen, although I would like to read the Star Trek crossover in which Captain Kirk meets Diana Villiers, if anyone fancies writing it.

[ETA: That is a quite marvellous selection of prompts! Thank you (late-comers are still welcome). We kick off with Zombie Honeymoon.

Now added: Re-enacting Doctor Who, Alleyn and Troy's first date, Crookshanks/Ahasuerus, Harriet's advice to Josephine M. Bettany, Peter, Harriet, Troy and Alleyn, Peter and Lucius Malfoy, Andromeda and Tonks, Peter, Jack Maynard, and hot milk, Captain Kirk meets the Dowager Duchess of Denver, Bunter and young Saint-George, Peter, Harriet, and their brood visit Duke's Denver, and Kenton chatting up Harriet.]

In Quebec

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2008-02-15 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
‘Oh, what a lovely night!’

The evening was chilly, and Alleyn was shivering inside his evening clothes. High overhead the stars glittered, and below them the lights of the ships twinkled on the river and there was Troy in blue Harris tweed looking at it all with shining eyes. He wondered if she would ever bring herself to like him even a little. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and offered his arm.

‘Come on, we’ve got an hour. Let’s go for a walk and enjoy it.’

‘Yes, all right. Though I’ve got to be back for the tug in 45 minutes.’

‘I won’t delay you. I wish I were coming with you. I’d much rather have your nice company than the prospect of Harry Gresham III, swindler and blackmailer.’

‘Are people really called Harry Gresham III?’

‘Believe it or not, but they are.’

They walked in silence along the quay. It was so ludicrously romantic a setting – the stars, the ship, the inevitable parting – if only he could have imagined a cine-camera whirring behind them there would have been nothing to do but take her in his arms and kiss her, but of course that would not work.

He saw her onto the tug, and squeezed her hand at parting.

‘Do look up my mother when you get home, won’t you? She’d love to meet you.’

‘I will.’ But he thought that she would not.
Edited 2008-02-15 17:06 (UTC)

Re: In Quebec

[identity profile] tudorpot.livejournal.com 2008-02-15 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
This is so lovely. My parents landed at Quebec when they emigrated to Canada from England in 1950. Makes me think of them. is content

Re: In Quebec

[identity profile] ngaiomarshfan.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay! Alleyn fic!

I am now incredibly happy. Thank you. :)

Re: In Quebec

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2008-05-16 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
My pleasure! (And I do like your icon.)

Re: In Quebec

[identity profile] ngaiomarshfan.livejournal.com 2008-05-16 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
And I like yours!

Have a couple more (http://community.livejournal.com/artistsincrime/630.html)!