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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.

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one. [supernatural] 2/2 many apologies for getting so carried away SOB ._.

[seasaltzombie]

"So... you're going to let me go?" He could hardly believe it. He was really rather glad he was already on the ground; his knees were feeling alarmingly weak, and he would have hated how utterly pathetic he would have looked had he collapsed as they gave way. "Just like that?"

De Killer nodded. "What else would you have me do?" For a moment, Arthur considered it. Really, what else could he do? The man had let him go; he got to live instead of meeting a painful end on a sharp blade. But on the other hand, he had nowhere to go; no purpose, no safe place. The True Fae were still hunting him - they never gave anything up if they could help it, never never never, and he --

He was stuck. But maybe, he thought as an idea occurred to him, that could change.

"I could work for you."

For the first time, the assassin looked surprised. He even blinked, and his monocle popped out as he did so. "I'm sorry?"

"Let me work for you," Arthur insisted, stronger now. "I despise the True Fae just as much as you must do, and I'd have more of a chance against them if I was with you. Besides, I - " he hesitated for a moment, but pressed on " - I've been on the other side, I know how the Fae work, how to close up all their loopholes. And I owe you, anyway. For sparing my life."

There was a beat. Then, the assassin knelt down, staring into Arthur's eyes. The temptation to blink was incredible, but he didn't; just stared stonily back at him. The man's forehead creased in confusion.

"Well, you don't appear to be anything but sincere. Are you quite sure?"

"More sure than I've been of anything in a while."

The assassin paused. Then he nodded. "Very well. But you should know that I take deals just as seriously as the Fae that I kill. If you cross me, then I can assure you, sir, you will not live to do it twice." He stood, and offered the half-fae a gloved hand. "What is your name?"

Cautiously, hardly daring to believe that this wasn't all some sort of trick (because deals and contracts were always tricks, always, there was always a loophole being exploited), Arthur took the hand being offered to him.

"It's Arthur."