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Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Bleed: My character will injure your character

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another.

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.

Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours.

Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.

Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.

Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory.

Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

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Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Grope Me: my character will grope yours.

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.

Own me: My character owns your character.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly. 

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).

Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role)

Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)

Sky: Our characters are stargazing.

Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future.

Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple

Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

« : memory from the past with your character

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]

¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]

☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours

School: How out chacrters live through a school day. Specify class if needed.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my charcter deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow flake: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.  Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.  Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.   Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed. Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours. Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.) Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together. Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together. Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours. Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours. Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping. Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together. Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa. Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate. Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience. Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra. Home: I’ll write our characters living together. Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together. Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other. Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm. Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game. Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love. Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other. Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other. Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments. Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child. Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa

Rivalry — I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Obsession — I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Proposal — My character proposes to your character. Vise versa.

Celebration — Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party.

Secret — My character tells your character a secret.

Promise — My character makes a promise to your character.

Her eyes snap open when the chair is spun around and she has never been more regretful of her words before now. Furrowing her brow, the young blonde feigned innocence. It wasn’t so hard. She had always seemed to radiate that without particularly wanting to and she honestly played it up with the wide-eyed fear this Sister Jude instilled in her.

"No, I—" Her excuse was cut off. Thredson. She had forgotten about him for a moment but now she started to become anxious with the reminder.

She couldn’t have her home and family but Thredson had all but promised her his help. Would he leave without her if he didn’t see her? Would he abandon her? It was twisted but Claire couldn’t help a part of her thinking that Sylar had never seemed to leave her alone, forget her. But that comparison wasn’t a good one in any other way.

“No!” Claire shouted before biting on her lip sharply. She stopped a short second later when she felt the pain and tasted blood. The horror on her face was deep seated and true. “I’ve— I’ve never done that. With anyone. I swear.”

The nun is sick and tired of seeing the same pattern repeating itself over and over, like a parade of liars and whores in a spring carnival. She might have given the girl the benefit of the doubt--heck she might have even believed her at face value-- but Sister Jude has had enough of her innocent act. She is still sensitive over it thanks to Sister Eunice’s apparent lack of morals.

“Please.” She snickers. “The lie is written out all over your face like this—she reaches out taking hold of the girl’s chin and wiping her thumb on her bruised lip roughly—like this. What’s this blood?”

“Are you a martyr now? Defending the other poor bastard with your treachery.”

She smirks unpleasantly, wiping her hand on her black vesture. “You know liars and whores hold up pretty nasty places in hell but traitors, oh traitors have the worse. And you are the three of them.”

She quickly goes over the wooden cabinet opening it and taking a long cane.

She huffed upward, blowing some of the loose hairs from her face, almost as if in a bored fashion. But then he said shut up and Claire looked at him angrily…at first. Until she realized that he wasn’t talking to her. She squinted a little more, watching him curiously.

What was wrong with him?

Claire took a step forward, about to say something, stopping as he looked at her head on again. He didn’t look right. Almost like he were…scared?

She decided to go with the truth this time, her test just a few moments before having worked. Perhaps a little better than expected. Claire sighed and met his eyes before answering. “The year is 2161. You were in that wall where they found you…for 150 years. We’re in New York, well…the outskirts of what’s left of the city. And I’m not helping you.”

She took a deep breath.

How is that possible? The last he remembers is finishing up the details of his newest project and thinking that he might need money to buy a present for his mother’s incoming birthday and—

He has a mother. He fixed watches for a living. Yes, it comes clearer now. the spectacle lens, the perpetual dust lingering in the air, the smell of grease, the old tattered rag, the uncomfortable chair doing a poor job of helping to ease the pain in his back as he stays crouched over a piece for hours.

But what this girl is saying, it doesn’t make any sense. The year is wrong. The place is right. he never imagined ending up in any other place other than New York even if they are away from Queens.

“I bet you didn’t saw this one coming.”

In a way, he should have seen this kind of blow-out coming, but he never does and he wonders, not for the first time, if that will ever change. The thought flees as fast as it arrives and his glare is for Elle only.

”Not exactly,” he disagrees with a mocking echo while stepping forward and thoughtlessly putting a hand out in front of Claire. He needs to touch her. Otherwise he might as well be dreaming. There exists something caustic and shifty about his own tone, something like a stranger in his own home who knows all of his secrets, but he doesn’t have the peace of mind to be unnerved by himself with his focus on something so much more basic: breathing. As it turns out, it’s hardest when he catches with her words completely.

"That’s impossible. I was born in 1976. If what you said is true then I am--" He does a quick math, old paths reforming inside his brain and starts laughing.

“--185 years?! Nobody lives that longer.” Arms spread out he takes a few more steps away from Claire, measured like a formula for retort that is supposed to work out but never does.

He eats the chilaquiles slowly, however, because any food he eats not from his planet has a possibility to kill him and even if it does not…considering the varying quality of ingredients for the same dish it is still always a gamble.

If there’s anything Sinestro finds interesting, it’s how often he catches the man before him in surprise. Which isn’t all too surprising since if he has killed, most people would not be too interested in speaking with someone like him beyond yelling, threats, or screams in terror.

"So you copy abilities then?" Amber eyes catch brown, "how many abilities do you have then? Right now?"

He picks at his food some more but finding his appetite gone for the moment, he drops his fork besides the almost empty plate and leans back, exhaling a sigh and tilting his head to the side.   ]

                                           “ I’ve been accused of that before.                                                                                         Copycat,                                                                                         chimera,                                                                                         parasite. ”

[   He holds Sinestro’s stare for a moment, there’s severity in his eyes, a wisp of his former self peeking out around the corner almost defiantly. But then is gone, like the shadow of a tree under the blazing sun of summer.   ]

                                                 “ But I am neither. I simply gain acknowledge by experimenting                things like any other being would do. ”

[   It takes something dearly for the ex serial killer’s prideful self to be confessing that. How awfully non special he ought to view himself now.   ]

                                                                                     “ Several. ”

[   And then he is smirking, falling into more familiar traces. Because a collector should show admiration towards its collection. Even if it is stolen. There’re little things about his old persona than he can’t help himself but to acquiesce.   ]

                               “ Telekinesis, human flight,                            electric control, disintegration,                                      alchemy… regeneration                                                        among others.

            He should know better than to bluff.

Claire narrowed her eyes at him slightly, grin still wide. She was more than sure of his lying tells now, as annoyingly subtle as they were. The blonde hummed a somewhat agreeable noise before feeling discomfort on her foot. 

     She looked down. }

I think maybe you need those dance lessons after all.

{ Claire removed her foot, seeing it was a little red after being barefoot and all. It quickly went away though. She wiggled her toes, poking at his ankle. She laughed. }

     I think this is another time where I should lead.

I am perfectly capable of dancing. You however, were doing it off beat.

[   Not matter they were dancing to the rhythm of imaginary music. A brief look of irritation skirting across his expression followed with what could only be described as hurt had Sylar moving off of her, putting distance between their bodies. It was almost funny how little did it take. Guys like Sylar would take anything as a rejection and clam up immediately.   ]

I should go unpack.

He rubs the back of his neck as he follows Sylar into the kitchen, and the words don’t dull his smile any. }

About Godzilla, sure. But it’s harder than you’d think to fight giant robots with a sword. Almost wish you were there.

{ He’s joking when he says it, but he wonders if the man catches what he’s not saying. The ‘yeah, missed you too’ that goes just as unspoken. And it’s true, no matter what lingering reservations he has when he’s not around. }

{ A glance in his fridge has him lifting an eyebrow, the smile still playing on his lips as he glances up at the man responsible for stocking his fridge. He doesn’t understand what to do with it at first, the blatant appreciation spelled out in front of him. He doesn’t want to discourage it because he knows Sylar doesn’t show it often, or at least not to many people, but Peter’s never been good accepting anything directed his way. It’s why he doesn’t need the people he pulls out of wrecked and mutilated cars know his name or not. Gratitude’s never been the point. }

You didn’t have to. I mean, thanks, but…

{ He shrugs his shoulders while he struggles to articulate it in a way that doesn’t sound self-deprecating. He’s not sure he has one, nothing except ‘it’s just me,’ so he abandons the thought. Instead he just lets the word escape him almost weakly a second time. }

It didn’t meant he would stop being cautious. Peter’s room was exactly how he left it. Closed door and all.

He looks odd in his light gray jacket over t-shirt and jeans with sneakers but he looks normal, composed. It's a good cover for everything underneath his skin, a perpetual change that has him questioning everything.

Sylar is transitioning. Measuring the commonplace acts of this new leaf like he continuously measures time in his head. As self-evident as the saying things change ought to be, the way it comes into play when wedged between the happenings of his own life makes it different, makes it darker, makes it harder to swallow because he wants to be as good as he thinks Peter wishes for him to be.

He would like to be the person who finds a way to fix everything, would like to be the person who saves the world because not everything gets hashed out in technical strengths and weaknesses, but the truth is that most things do.   ]

" I can imagine it. "

[   It's an almost casual comment as his current stance but Sylar knows better. Just as much as he won’t outright say how he missed his friend, Peter won’t hand the same courtesy back. It's an outspoken agreement. One Sylar is very much grateful, considering his usual socially inept ways.

Peter’s very obvious flustered response has Sylar grinning. It is so quintessentially the Peter that he had come to know in the last few years. Selfless, self-sacrificing  Peter. The hero that doesn’t need a word of gratitude to feel vindicated. It is good to know that metaphorical Godzillas and giant robots couldn't take that out of him.   ]

" Who said all those pies are for you only? "

[   Sylar fishes out of the fridge one of the baked goods. He is not sure which one it is. He kind of lost track when he was stocking the fridge. And nods at Peter to follow him out the kitchen.   ]

" C’mom Captain America. I am starving too. "

[   After settling the plate on the table he takes a seat, motioning for Peter to do the same.   ]

" Real talk. Are things there as bad as here? "

[   He doesn’t need to elaborate further. He knows Peter is the more aware of all of them on how dire things are after Claire’s revelation.   ]

Still, this man was allowing her to stay for a short while and that was something she was glad at and as he went over to the main counter and pulled out a box of good clocks, she felt herself instantly drawn over to them. They were all beautiful. Intricate designs, beautiful golds and silvers, all polished, all working perfectly. Her twin hearts beat with excitement and her crystal blue eyes lit up in awe.

"They’re beautiful." she spoke, reaching a hand out to pick one up delicately. As she picked it up and looked it over, she felt an unexplainable excitement come over her. The watch, a pocket watch, was a bright polished gold one. The cover for it had beautiful circles in it and was garnished with two beautiful garnet stones. "How much is this?" she asked, a huge smile on her face. "Is it for sale?"

He was neither now. Perhaps a chimera of both. But certainly not anything solid.

In any case, Sylar decided it was a good idea to let this girl linger in his presence if only to entertain himself out of this stifling, boring existence. He smiles at her humming his approval of her choice.

"Zenith. Early seventies. That’s actually a museum piece you got on your hands."

Sylar takes the watch from her, inspecting the expensive gleaming gold surface of the timepiece in his hands. Like any other in his watch shop, it is tickling perfectly, joining in strenuously loud symphony his inner clock. It is a lonely, rattling-nerves kind of sound.

"How about this." He closes his hands around the clock and places it over the counter, glancing up at the blonde. "You go out with me. Dinner. Nothing fancy. And I give you the clock for free."

Gabriel Gray wouldn’t have even dreamt about being so bold. Sylar wouldn’t have found the appeal in such an ordinary thing. But he isn’t Gabriel of Sylar. And this chimera would rather take his chance.