Hi, and Happy Weekend! It's time for another challenge. This go around I have three prompts for you. Just let me know you are in, and I will deal you up a love quote, a plot device/trope kind of thing, and an AU scenario. Use 'em all, use one or two, randomize all the words in them and come up of entirely different prompts - whatever floats your creative boat!
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AU: mysterious new person in the apartment next door
Plot Device/Trope: briefcase full of money
Quote:
“Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
"Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
"Yes. I want to ruin you."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
A briefcase.
Charles had found a smattering of other odd things discarded along the roadside near Tigh Ard on his daily walks. The usual trash, discarded by careless drivers who ignored the ‘private property’ signs to pass to the point overlooking the sea. A blanket wet with dew that had probably blown out of the back of someone’s pickup truck after some passionate interlude on that point. Empty beer and soda cans and bottles, just as likely to have come from some of Tigh Ard’s residents as from any passersby. Betting tickets from the race track, some with winnings to be claimed that Charles was all too happy to claim for himself. A shoe thrown from a horse. A dropped pack of cigarettes. And most recently, a box of three puppies…starving, dirty, covered with fleas. Two had died despite Charles attentive efforts to save them. The third, however, was thriving, and followed him wherever he went until its still weak body grew too tired for adventure.
That weakness would soon pass. The little guy was a fighter, tough as they come. A survivor, just like Charles
He had named the pup with one blue eye Flint. It seemed fitting without being overly sentimental.
It followed him now as their daily trek along the paved road brought them to the discarded briefcase, a case that little Flint was growling at as he pushed it with his nose. Charles expected there to be something dangerous inside…drugs or a gun perhaps…some body part even giving the pup’s reaction to it. Though latched, the case had no lock, which for Charles ruled out anything dangerous or secret inside and so he opened it after only a cursory inspection for a trap.
It held none of those things. It was stuffed full of bundled one hundred dollar bills.
Charles blinked in surprise. There were no pockets. No identifying marks or cards. No initials or slips of paper to suggest who such a case might belong to. No way of knowing where the case might have come from, no way of knowing who might have tossed it here. Bills for a payoff or a purchase, no doubt. A man like Charles Vane knew that. Someone would be looking for this…either the owner, or the one it was intended to go to.
But that was there problem, not his. If he did not take it, someone else would. Even if the owner knew it had been thrown here, haphazardly discarded in a ditch full of leaves that had not yet collected rain or snow, there would be no way for them to know who had taken it. To the owner, the courier, the intended owner, that money was as good as lost.
Now it belonged to the pirate…and he was going to make damned sure no one in Tigh Ard found it or took it from him. The pirate at heart still was going to protect this horded treasure as he would any other…and make damned good use of it too. Now he had money of his own. To hell with those who wanted to keep him down, keep him poor, keep him controlled.
AU: Bodyguard(s)/Difficult Client(s)
Plot Device/Trope: temporary amnesia
Quote:
"Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it's gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it's not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth."
Azra T. (via thelovejournals) —
Edited at 2018-12-07 10:21 pm (UTC)
Mi-a picat fisa (My Coin Dropped)
AU: Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what’s your name?
Plot Device/Trope: Winter frolicking: shoveling/snowball fight/making angels/flakes on their eyelashes/ice skating/skiing/winter hike
Quote:
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life."
Elizabeth Gilbert
AU: nervous flyer and random seat mate
Plot Device/Trope: Fake First Kiss is Actual First Kiss (accidental/mistletoe/undercover ruse, etc)
Quote:
“When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.”
― Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
AU: OTP as college friends - "Oh, no, how did he/she suddenly become so hot over summer break?"
Plot device/Trope: "Sleep Cute" - TV Tropes definition: https://bit.ly/2Syx6GP
Quote:
“It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.” - Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
AU: Hi, I'm your neighbor and apparently our pets know each other much better than we do: How do you feel about kittens/puppies?
Plot device/Trope: ominous fog
Quote:
“Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.” - Deborah Reber, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
It's very foggy!
Edited at 2018-12-09 02:36 pm (UTC)
AU: I'm a highly skilled paid assassin under contract to kill you, so dammit could you stop being so captivating?
Plot device/trope: Conveniently timed slow dance music/Dance of Romance
Quote:
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." Washington Irving
AU: childhood friends/how did you get to be so hot over summer break?
Plot device/Trope: Ominous Fog - which reads much more interesting on the Tropes page:
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/OminousFog
Quote:
"Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed." - Laurell K. Hamilton, Blue Moon
AU: childhood friends/1st Summer after college/ "How did you get to be so hot over break?!"
Trope/Plot Device: close proximity/confined space
Quote:
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. Ingrid Bergman