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[croissantkatie]

Ok, so this meme has been doing the rounds and I'd thought I'd give it a go. I don't have masses of stories but all my fic can be found here on AO3. I'm not sure how I'll manage this as I barely know what's going on in the stories I've written, let alone before or after. But I'd like to give it a try. Prompt away!

Give me one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

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[leish]

A year after the end of Claw Your Way Back! I'd love to see how the Killjoys cope in our world.

[croissantkatie]

My first thought was "oh fuck" but now the idea's been planted, I have some thoughts. So hopefully I'll get something done \o/

[leish]

Hee, I'm glad it inspired thoughts after the initial panic :D

[croissantkatie]

Party really doesn’t get grocery shopping. Gerard had tried to leave him at home when he needed to go pick up stuff from the store, but every single time he insisted on coming. No matter how many times Gerard’s tried to explain to him that no, really, he doesn’t need to stock pile as much food as possible and get in and out of the store as fast as possible, Party doesn’t change his attitude to it. Most things Party and the other killjoys have managed to adapt pretty well too. They had to learn to change and adapt as necessary out in the Zones. The need to make sure they’ve got enough food though, Party just can’t seem to override it. And Gerard gets it, really he does. It makes sense, after years of living in a place where food was scarce and hard to come by, that Party would expect the sudden plentiful food to run out at some point. Gerard just gets a bit tired of Party grabbing things, dashing out of the store and setting off the security alarms every time they go. He has a system now though. Gerard just steers Party towards the fresh fruit and veg aisle and everything’s fine. Party’s fascinated by fresh food, which Gerard supposes is because he had never really eaten anything which didn’t come out of a can before he came home with Gerard. Personally he doesn’t get the appeal, he’d much rather have something frozen or take out, but he’s more than happy to indulge Party. Anything really to avoid a repeat of the bartering instance.

[glitteryv]

BTW, this is both LOLarious (because the Killjoys would totes do the smash-n-grab at supermarkets) and a bit sad (Party being fascinated by fresh produce because he never had any. ;___;).

[croissantkatie]

That's kind of what I was going for so I'm glad that worked!

[glitteryv]

How about December 31, 2019 in the Claw Your Way Back 'verse? Celebrating New Year's Eve Party/Gerard-style? (Bonus if the Killjoys and/or the rest of MCR appears).

[croissantkatie]

I will have a think! :D

[glitteryv]

Awesome! :)

[croissantkatie]

Very belatedly! But here you go :D

They’re sitting on one of the diner tables next to each other, sides pressed together. Party’s legs are stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. He’s leaning back, propping himself up with his hands behind his back, head tilted back to expose the long column of his neck smudged red. Gerard in contrast is hunched over, curled in on himself with his elbows resting on his knees and his head cupped in his hands. It’s quiet in the diner, but there are noises from outside drifting in. It sounds like fireworks. Gerard’s not convinced they are though.

They sit there in silence for a long while until Gerard clears his throat and says quietly, “do you celebrate New Year here?”

“We celebrate each day we get through alive dollface.”

Gerard falls quiet at that. It’s not something he knows how to respond to. The silence has taken on an uncomfortable edge now and Gerard can’t manage to stay still anymore. He can’t stop fidgeting, jumping at every sound from outside. He takes a deep breath before biting his nail, trying to force himself to calm. It doesn’t work, it never really does. Everything he wants right now isn’t here and it hurts because most of the time now, something of what he wants is here. Party is here. Right now though, that’s not the case.

Party hops up and grins, one of his big open mouthed ones with lots of teeth which petrify and thrill Gerard in equal measure. He leans down, presses a firm kiss to Gerard’s mouth, before pulling away. Gerard’s face falls slightly, even though he tries to hide it. Party smirks at him and steps back. “Congratulations on another day in the land of the living.”

Gerard can’t help but watch Party’s swaying hips as he walks away.

[glitteryv]

Oh, wow. Talk about ouch. I'm all torn up after seeing Gerard's internal push-pull about where he is vs. where he'd want to be.

I dig the possibly ambiguous ending (itself a little interesting since I tend to be more of a "totally happy ending" gal. Go figure.)