MEME: AU Drabble Things

[aintnoconvict]

Speaking of AUs: I am blaming Dien and her tumblr for this.

1.) Tag in with your characters.
2.) Someone else tags you with with an alternate universe setting. Inclusion of their character(s) in the AU is totally cool.
3.) Write a three-sentence fic drabble-like thing in response.
4.) You tag others with AU prompts and get drabble-things in return.

GO GO GO!

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[aintnoconvict]

ACTUALFACTS COUSINS 1930s NOIR TIEMZ idk.

this is like canon! only set in the right era! ...sort of! <3

[ownlittleprison]

Growing up on the wrong side of the big pond, in a busy apple by the seaside called New York City, the youngest and brightest in a long line of penniless Irish folk, I had it easy enough. Sixteen when I went off to war on behalf of a stubborn streak and the fact I had family overseas. Told everyone I was eighteen until I even believed it myself. Looked the part, had the swagger. No one asked questions.

Coming back, twenty years old and feeling like a hundred, the daily grind was nothing by comparison. You see a lot as a soldier, when you're out there in the thick of it. You see even more as an army bone saw.

Tried my hand at policing for a while when I got back, but it wasn't for me. It's one thing to get heavy handed with the self-proclaimed patsies, but when you nearly take a guy's face off for looking at you funny, people start talking. It wasn't long before I got the departmental kiss off. Called me a liability, unstable, said I was gumming the works just by being around.

I say I had it easy, and I did. Ma and Pops left me to my own devices, let me pick myself up again. It was all keen.

It was, right up to the point where cousin Brosey showed up on my doorstep, wringing his hands and stuttering at me about men in long coats on his tail. See, Brosey, Ambrose to his sainted mother, was nothing like me. We weren't even friends. I was an alligator, he had a tin ear, and while I had street smarts and a less than steady moral compass, Brosey was clever. He had light bulbs enough to keep a factory going for a month, but no on/off switch. He wasn't just smart 24/7, he had to be clever. Invent stuff, apply for patents and grants, and all the perfect little things a respectable esoteric guy does. Can you blame me for thinking the guy's an absolute pill?

Anyway, guys standing there, didn't even know he was in town, and the first thing out his mouth is a plea for help, while he nearly climbs me just to get in the door.

Turns out the men in coats don't just want to rough him up over some sort of slight. It's life, it happens - you look at someone's frail wrong and you're asking for trouble - but he was in deeper than just making woo with the wrong dame. Turns out the guys wanted one of his inventions, and they weren't taking no for an answer.

Unlike all good stories, this one didn't begin with a dangerous dame, gams up to there, but with a reunion. This one started with family.*


*(The dangerous dames came later)

ahahah :D

[aintnoconvict]

Delightful, hon, thank you /spins you around~

<3<3<3<3<3

[ownlittleprison]

yaaaaaaay :D

Oh I love me a good film noir reel. Or a dime-a-dozen pulp detective story. Watched Double Indemnity the other night JUST FOR THIS PROMPT (oh what a hardship, Keri-love <3). Give me more if you have any! Nothing's too out there :D