Drabble request meme

[ptahrrific]

I have been promising way too many things to people lately, so I probably should not be doing this...but eisen posted the meme, and I had to hear her meta about Witch Hunter Robin, so now I'm locked in. Whoops.

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. Some other equivalent gift, like icons or mini-fanmixes or quickie meta, would make sense for people who don't write fic themselves. (Or if the writing doesn't come...)

You may get drabbles, or you may get chibis/sketches, depending on What I Feel Like. Or I can do meta-on-demand, if there's a question you're dying to hear me pontificate on.

Just to mix things up, I'll throw in one limit: you can ask for any fandom except fake news. (Some suggestions: Hellsing; Doctor Who; Sailor Moon; Good Omens; Jeeves & Wooster; Red Dwarf; Madeline; Read Or Die; Waldo/Carmen Sandiego; anything Dr. Seuss. But anything I've written/drawn/fangirled is fair game.)

1. erie_potter - ficlet, the Master at Aziraphale's bookshop
2. bliumchik
3. aybara_max - ficlet, Neil Gaiman meets Morpheus
4. holly_cullen - art, Chuck and Geoffrey
5. bigkwell
6. sarcasticsra - art, Crowley, Aziraphale, Alan Shore
7. Anonymous - art, Leon, D, Pip, Deadpool
8. aybara_max again - The Boy in Silver Shoes
9. kribban
10. w_thit

Comments

I ended up sort of combining a couple of those...(Ainley!Master(/Doctor), Aziraphale)

[ptahrrific]

Aziraphale was uneasy.

Not because the man-shaped being who had just walked into Mr. Fell's Used Books was tall, dark, and menacing (though he was), nor because he had on an outfit that was vaguely reminsicent of Crowley in the 1400s (though he did), nor even because of the neatly trimmed little beard that made him look like his own evil twin (the less said about that, the better).

No, what had Aziraphale's pinions itching was the fact that the visitor looked very, very determined.

People like that were trouble. They were never content with just wandering in and bumbling about for a while before being subtly nudged out the door. They insisted on buying things.

Before the visitor could get to any of the really valuable shelves (which he seemed to be making a beeline for, as though he knew where the oldest books were hidden), Aziraphale sidled over to intercept him, plastered on a sickly-looking imitation of a smile, and said, "Can I help you with anything today?"

"I doubt it," said the visitor briskly. "I'm looking for a late early birthday present for my best enemy."

"You're right," agreed Aziraphale. "I can't help you. So sorry. Better luck somewhere else, eh? There's a shop down the road...."

"No, I mean, you can't help because it's got a perception filter on it," countered the visitor - the customer, Aziraphale realized with horror. "Now, if you wouldn't mind standing aside...."

He did something which was rather like hypnotism, only more effective.

Aziraphale, who hadn't been prepared for that, smiled beatifically. "Right this way, dear boy. Does the title 'A Journal of Impossible Things' sound like your friend's cup of tea...?"