prompts { 2021 } alphabetasoup

[iluvroadrunner6]

I have an itch and don't want to just write flash fiction. IDK if I'm going to use this prompt table for all the same people, but I'm going to start with some Teen Wolf and Leverage because that's where my brain is I lied, this is turning into a Teen Wolf/TVDverse Soulmate AU collection, I'm just indulging my bliss here.

A is for	Amused.	B is for	Bitter.	C is for	Curious.	D is for	Disappointed.	E is for	Ecstatic.
F is for	Frustrated.	G is for	Grateful.	H is for	Hurt.	I is for	Irritated.	J is for	Jealous.
K is for	Kind.	L is for	Lethargic.	M is for	Mischievous.	N is for	Nostalgic.	O is for	Optimistic.
P is for	Pensive.	Q is for	Quixotic.	R is for	Relaxed.	S is for	Surprised.	T is for	Touched.
U is for	Uncomfortable.	V is for	Vexed.	W is for	Worried.	X is for	Xenophilic.	Y is for	Yielding.
Z is for	Zealous.

A is for	amuck.	B is for	bric-a-brac.	C is for	crow.	D is for	diatribe.	E is for	esoteric.
F is for	flavor.	G is for	gravity.	H is for	horology.	I is for	ineluctable.	J is for	jubilee.
K is for	Kaboom!	L is for	leonine.	M is for	Mars.	N is for	nautical.	O is for	opiate.
P is for	point-blank.	Q is for	quandary.	R is for	ramshackle.	S is for	spartan.	T is for	thief.
U is for	ugly.	V is for	vex.	W is for	whilom.	X is for	Xanadu.	Y is for	yin.
Z is for	zombie.

A is for	Allurement.	B is for	Baroque.	C is for	Casuistry.	D is for	Dragon.	E is for	Envenom.
F is for	Fugacious.	G is for	Gnome.	H is for	Hauteur.	I is for	Improvisation.	J is for	Jeremiad.
K is for	Knot.	L is for	Luddite.	M is for	Macabre.	N is for	Narcotic.	O is for	Oxymoron.
P is for	Perversion.	Q is for	Quirk.	R is for	Reprobate.	S is for	Scintillating.	T is for	Torrid.
U is for	Umbrage.	V is for	Vehement.	W is for	Writhe.	X is for	Xerox.	Y is for	Yearning.
Z is for	Zingy.

A is for	Ares.	B is for	Baal.	C is for	Charybdis.	D is for	Dionysus.	E is for	Egeria.
F is for	Fenrir.	G is for	Gaea.	H is for	Hades.	I is for	Isis.	J is for	Juno.
K is for	Kali.	L is for	Lakshmi.	M is for	Maui.	N is for	Nyx.	O is for	Olokun.
P is for	Pangu.	Q is for	Quatzalcoatl.	R is for	Ravana.	S is for	Sedna.	T is for	Thanatos.
U is for	Ulysses.	V is for	Valhalla.	W is for	Wyvern.	X is for	Xanadu.	Y is for	Yggdrasil.
Z is for	Ziggurat.

Chronological Order:

Part 1

surprised (scott/lydia pt. 1)

hurt (scott/lydia pt. 2)

worried (hayley/klaus pt. 1)

frustrated (freya/peter pt. 1)

vexed (scott/lydia, pt. 3)

disappointed (stiles/allison, pt. 1)

curious (stiles/allison, pt. 2)

xenophilic (derek/caroline pt. 1)

optimistic (derek/caroline pt. 2)

irritated (peter/freya pt. 2)

jealous (derek/caroline pt. 3)

grateful (tyler/elena pt. 1)

uncomfortable (chris/melissa pt. 1)

pensive (stiles/allison pt. 3)

zealous (stiles/allison pt. 4)

touched (derek/caroline pt. 4)

bitter (klaus/hayley pt. 2)

mischevious (cora/isaac pt. 1)

lethargic (freya/peter pt. 3)

yielding (freya/peter pt. 4)

quixotic (stiles/allison pt. 5)

nostalgic (cora/isaac pt. 2)

relaxed (derek/caroline pt. 5)

amused (derek/caroline pt. 6)

ecstatic (cora/isaac pt. 3)

kind (peter/freya pt. 5)

Part 2:

ineluctable (tyler/elena pt. 2)

quandry (tyler/elena pt. 3)

point-blank (jeremy/malia pt. 1)

esoteric (bonnie/matt pt. 1)

spartan (bonnie/matt pt. 2)

thief (allison/stiles pt. 6)

flavor (freya/peter pt. 6)

vex (cami/marcel pt. 1)

diatribe (rebekah/stefan pt. 1)

ramshackle (allison/stiles pt. 7)

yin (bonnie/matt pt. 3)

whilom (davina/kol pt. 1)

gravity (allison/stiles pt. 8)

bric-a-brac (hayley/klaus pt. 3)

zombie (cami/marcel pt. 2)

ugly (hayley/klaus pt. 4)

horology (freya/peter pt. 7)

Xanadu (tyler/elena pt. 4)

amuck (bonnie/matt pt. 3)

crow (jeremy/malia pt. 2)

Completed: 46/104
Word Count: 84,022

Comments

F ~ freya/peter ~ teen wolf/tvdverse ~ 1,404

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[Previous]

Being back in New Orleans as a no one is a disorienting feeling. The city itself hasn’t changed by her absence, pasting over the whole she left in everyone’s memories and moving on without so much as a second thought. She knows she shouldn’t take it so personally—that it happened to Derek, Allison and Peter just as much as it happened to her—but after spending so much of her life disappearing and reappearing only for it to have been a hundred years and everyone has forgotten her, he dredges up an uncomfortably familiar kind of sting, one she thought she put to bed long ago.

Apparently not enough.

Her eyes focus on the streets in front of her, searching for telltale signs things didn’t patch up so cleanly, when Allison snaps her out of her stupor.

“I thought you said the urn was in a private residence.”

Freya’s eyes snap to her, blinking briefly to reorient herself with the mission at hand. Right. They had an urn to find.

“It is. But I thought I’d try to get it the nice way before I opted for the hard way.” Freya pushes open the passenger side door before glancing back at her. “Coffee? Or a baked good?”

“Coffee would be great, actually. Black, two sugar.”

“Coming right up.” Freya nods, before closing the door and heading out into the early New Orleans sun.

The café is in the middle of the early morning rush, but Freya’s attentions are focused on the woman at the front. She remembers when this café opened, people mentioning how the owner, Seylah, came out of nowhere and wowed everyone with flavor profiles and delicious brews. Freya’s never been much of a baked god person, but she came in for the occasional cup. Hope likes the beignets.

That’s not important right now.

She waits patiently in line as it slowly progresses to the front before coming to a stop in front of Seylah. She doesn’t know how she didn’t see it before. The energy radiating off of her, the same on herself and Allison—Malivore energy. Somehow, she, too, escaped her fate. And Freya has questions she wants to ask.

“Good morning,” Seylah smiles, hand poised over the point of sale machine to take her order. “What can I get you?”

“Two coffees. One light and sweet, one black with two sugars.” Freya eyes the food options, and points to the cookie towards the front of the display case. “And that cookie.”

“Coming right up. Can I have a name?”

“Malivore.”

The woman’s hand freezes over the screen, and she looks up at Freya intently. Every muscle in her body tenses, and Freya can tell that she’s assessing the situation, wanting to see if there’s a weapon nearby that she can make her move with. Freya pauses before leaning in closer.

“Now, you may be familiar with the supernatural, but you’re not a witch. I am. Quite a powerful one.” She tips her head to the side. “I really didn’t come here to cause a scene, you understand. I just want to talk. But we should probably do it somewhere that isn’t here.”

Seylah swallows hard and nods, waving to the attendant behind the counter as she comes up with Freya’s order. “Can you take over here? I need to run an errand.”

The attendant looks a little put out that Seylah is abandoning her in the middle of the lunch rush, but she nods. The other woman makes her way around the counter as Freya picks up her items and prepares to leave with her. They head towards the door, and as they’re passing through, Freya bumps shoulders with another blond.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Freya turns to look and when her eyes meet Cami’s, she can’t help but feel her voice quicken. It’s almost as though the woman looks right over her until…

“Sorry again—have we met before? You look really familiar.”

The words cut a little deeper than Freya expects, but she swallows hard before shaking her head. “No. Don’t think so.” And with that, she turns and continues after Seylah, putting her in the back seat of Allison’s SUV and climbing in the front to hand Allison her coffee.

“Now that you have my attention,” Seylah begins, “who are you really?”

Allison raises an eyebrow at Freya, but she ignores it. “My name is Freya Mikaelson. And this is Allison Argent.”

Seylah’s face pinches into a frown. “Klaus Mikaelson only has one sister.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

It takes a moment before understanding dawns again, and Allison turns back to her with a small smile. “We need your help.”

“I don’t know how to bring people’s memories back, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’ve never wanted to try.”

“That’s not what we need. But if you’ve been to Malivore too, maybe we should have a much longer conversation.”

Seylah eyes them both, before nodding, and giving them her address. “We’ll have some privacy, at least.”

“Good.” Freya takes a nibble of her cookie, savoring the flavor. Everything is upside down, but at least the food still tastes good.

* * * * *

Seylah’s house is quaint and quiet, the house that someone trying to fly under the radar would build. Freya slowly takes in the details, looking over the different decorations and do-dads until her eyes fall on the urn in question. Just sitting there, on a shelf, as though it’s part of a collection. If the house didn’t belong to someone who knows what Malivore means, Freya might have passed it off as a fluke.

But she’s never believed in coincidences to begin with.

“So,” Allison begins as she takes one stool. “How do you know about Malivore?”

“I used to work for Triad,” Seylah explains. “After I left the military, I needed a job, and they had one available for my particular set of skills. I never really gave much thought to the work that was being done. All I had to do was capture the creature and then I never thought about them again. It wasn’t until I realized why I never thought about them again that I became a problem.”

Allison nods slowly. “As soon as you knew they were erasing people, it made you a liability.”

“How did you get out?” Freya asks. Did she make the same deal with Malivore that they did? Has she been sitting on this urn, waiting to be activated?

“Eight years ago, I woke up in the middle of nowhere, free of the pit and back in a world where no one remembered me.” Seylah places out another round of coffees in front of them, and she leans back. “And I was pregnant.”

Allison’s face furrows in confusion, then horror. It only takes a few more seconds for Freya to draw the same conclusion.

“You’re Landon’s mother.”

Seylah’s eyes narrow. “How do you know about Landon?”

“We were in Malivore too,” Allison replies. She reaches for her cup of coffee and takes a long sip. Freya does the same to steady herself, perching on the stool. Something about the flavor of the coffee is off, but she doesn’t think too far into it, assuming that someone who owns a café likely has unique blends for their personal coffee.

“And we made a deal to get out. We had to retrieve some objects for him—one of which is Landon.”

Seylah’s face is deceptively calm, but Freya doesn’t miss the way she glances around the room—likely searching for the nearest weapons. “Landon isn’t here.”

“We know. We’re not here for that.” Freya takes another long sip of her coffee before turning and pointing at the urn on the shelf. “We’re here for—” Her voice stumbles as things get a little hazy around the edges. She blinks before shaking her head, trying to get her focus back. Then she turns to Seylah, eyes narrowing. “What did you put in that coffee?”

“Nothing harmful,” Seylah replies. Allison’s phone rings, and Freya almost considers the oddity of it as her body sways. Seylah takes the phone from her gently and sends it to voicemail. “Just some sedatives. I think it’s probably for the best we have the conversation on my terms, don’t you?”

Freya doesn’t hear much else, before her body tips to the side completely and both she and Allison collapse to the floor.

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