Shuffle Challenge Rules:
1.Pick a fandom/couple/crossover you like.
2.Turn on your music player and put it on random (aka: shuffle).
3.Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it ends.
4.No lingering afterwards. No cheating.
5. Do 10 of these and post them.
I openly admit to cheating on this one... I had ideas and they just came flowing out of me with each song that came on and I paused the song to get them all written out. Don't judge me, or I'll send a Repo Man after you.
Pairing: Shilo/Graverobber
Movie: Repo! The Genetic Opera
1. Living On My Own; Freddie Mercury
Here she was, alone in a house... Having lived here her whole life, one would have thought that she was used to loneliness. But without the constant presence of her father, the loneliness was almost suffocating.
Having been confined to her bedroom for most of her life, one also would have thought she would have hated the room, but she couldn't even fathom leaving, too scared to venture out into the unknown, now she wasn't being ordered to stay like a dog being trained.
It wasn't until she heard the creaking on the stairs that she really began to get scared... and the door to her room slowly creaked open...
A figure in black slipped into the room, wary of anyone who might be following him... the way he moved was familiar to Shilo, almost like a cat- liquid movements, agility learned from years of avoiding GeneCops whilst he stole from the dead.
"Graverobber?"
The figure whirled around, his leather coat buffeting on the currents his movements made in the still air, his silver-blue eyes blinking at her in confusion.
"...Kid?"
2. Violet And Blue; Stevie Nicks
Graverobber blinked at the girl on the bed, cowering against her pillows, watching him carefully. How in all honesty had he managed to break into her house? He'd know this was a doctor's house... but he hadn't known it was the Ex-Repo, now dead, Nathan Wallace's house...
Something inside of him stirred... was it guilt? No... couldn't be... he'd gotten by, robbing graves, people's houses for what he needed without feeling an ounce of guilt in twenty years... now... at the sight of this girl, the girl he'd first met in the Graveyard...
Running a gloved hand through his coloured dreads, he put on a smile; a smile that would have made the Scalpel Sluts come running for his wares. Shilo just looked at him, still shocked to have him in her house.
"Ah... hey, Kid... didn't know this was your house..."
"What are you doing here?"
He paused, wondering exactly how to word this... really, he had been worried about her. He had witnessed the opera from the floating BlimpVision, and had watched the girl leaving the building, covered in blood. "I was... worried about you."
Her gaze hardened. "Don't lie to me. Everybody lies to me!" She glared at him. Graverobber was taken aback. This little feisty chick was not the same girl who had once needed to medicate every ten minutes.
"Okay..." He said, holding his hands up in defence. "I heard this was a Doctor's house... I... needed to refill my supplies."
Shilo's gaze softened into a curious one. "For your business?"
"Yeah..." Graverobber cocked his head to one side. "Why are you still here, Kid? I woulda thought you'd skipped town a long time ago..."
"I..." Shilo stopped, chewing her lip. "I'm scared."
3. Not The Girl You Think You Are; Crowded House
"Scared, Kid?" Graverobber could have scoffed, had his conscience not gotten in the way... honestly what was wrong with him? "Doesn't sound like you..."
"You don't even know me..." Shilo said, "You've met me... what? Four times in total?"
"Trust me, I'm a great judge of character." Graverobber smirked. "C'mon Kid, you never struck me as the kind of chick who'd get scared easily."
"You're not as great a judge of character as you think you are..." Shilo managed a tiny smile, microscopic, had Graverobber not known what to look for... He returned her smile.
"And you're not the girl you think you are, Kid." He answered softly. "You're stronger than you think... despite the years of your Dad poisoning you..." Her face went blank. "I watched the Opera, kid... I know about his lies."
"He was trying to protect me..."
"Trying to keep you to himself." He drew the plastic sheet aside, sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully, so she wouldn't feel threatened like a caged animal. "You're stronger than you think, y'know... you helped bring down Rotti Largo... a feat that impressed everyone..."
"He killed my father."
"He killed a shit load more people than your dad... he just hid behind his Repo Men."
"I know..." Shilo traced the pattern of her duvet. "Graverobber?"
"Call me Graves, Kid."
"Graves, then... My father was a good man... he was just forced into the wrong line of work." Graverobber didn't answer... he didn't need Shilo mad enough to kick him out of the house. "He was a good man."
"Oh, sure... he looked after you – poisoned you, maybe - but he took care of you." Graves had to agree with that. "It's more than I can say for my parents..."
"What did your parents do?" Shilo was curious, he could see that... he cursed. Why had he even brought them up in the first place? But the sane side of his mind decided to tell her – her dad had poisoned her, for fuck sake!
"My dad beat and raped my mom six outta seven days of the week... she took it out on me whenever he wasn't at home... how the hell do you think I'm so screwed up?" It was strange. He'd never, ever in his life, told this to his closest friends – who were few and far between, anyway – this story, but Shilo, someone he related to on the abusive parent line, he could tell just as easily as if he were talking about the weather.
4. It Doesn't Really Matter Anymore; Gregory Douglass
"But, past is past." He shrugged and dismissed it, even though Shilo's eyes were wide enough to let her eyeballs roll out of her head. "They both died by Rotti Largo's hands, I should really thank you."
"Graves, I'm... I'm..."
"Kid, don't worry. It doesn't matter anymore." He smiled a grim smile. "C'mon... let's get you outta this damp old musty house... you need out – and not among the Scalpel Sluts, I promise..." He knew the next protest on her lips. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Promise."
After some (okay, lots) of persuading, Shilo finally got out of bed and changed her clothes, dressing like she had the first time Graves had seen her. He had to stop himself becoming visibly aroused at the sight of her. Lord knew she'd probably run screaming. Having been protected her whole life, she wouldn't have known what the fuck was going on...
Though judging from the books she read, he wouldn't have been surprised if she did.
Taking her hand, he lead her through her parents mausoleum and out into the Graveyard, dodging GeneCops. He was going to show the kid that life wasn't meant to be lived, sequestered in a bedroom for all eternity...
5. It's Not Right, But It's Okay; Whitney Houston
Leading the girl to the rooftop of the opera house, Graverobber watched her reaction to the sight of the city that was ten times more magnificent than the view from her bedroom window.
"I know you don't like it here, Kid... but... this is still the best rooftop in town... Unless you have special privilege to be on the rooftop of GeneCo." The name of the company was like acid spurting from his lips. He hated the company just as much as he hated Amber Sweet, the new CEO, – not for coming to him like a simple rich bitch Scalpel Slut, but for selling him out. Since that had happened, he'd had to be even more careful with his Zydrate Farming... damn that Amber Sweet.
You can see almost everything from up here..." Shilo whispered, her voice being carried away by the breeze that floated past her lips. "I could count so many more constellations..."
A stargazer... Graverobber smirked. Dreamer... Now that was the Shilo he expected... not the feisty girl, but the girl who loved talking to her dead mom, who loved old music from the 1990's and 2000's... it was creepy, ancient, but Graverobber liked it.
"So... what do you-" His sentence was cut off by the feeling of warm lips against his own, small hands on either side of his head, keeping him in place as she kissed him, slowly, passionately, built the fire higher and hotter than any fire had been built before.
The kiss finally broke, and Graverobber was out of breath, and not in a bad way. He looked questioningly at the teenager. He understood her need to be connected to someone, but him? It confused him to say the least...
"Kid..."
6. Let The Flames Begin; Paramore
Shilo pulled away, her pale face turning red with embarrassment. The last few months, the loneliness… all she wanted was to be close to someone. True, the one she thought about most was the strange, exotic man she'd met in the Graveyard, his deep voice, long hair… how could she have been so stupid to come to the conclusion that he would want her? Of all people?
"I…" She turned away, making her way back to the fire escape on which they had climbed up to their vantage point. She had just grabbed the rusted bar and was about to swing herself over, when she felt a strong, gloved hand close around her wrist. Turning back, her gaze met with Graverobber.
He looked at her, she looked at him… as if an unknown conversation passed between their meeting eyes, Shilo let go of the rusted fire escape and was pulled toward Graverobber. Their lips met in a fiery kiss. Graverobber teased the girl's lips with his tongue until she granted him entrance.
Tongues battling for dominance, Graverobber's experience winning out. Pushing the girl against the wall, lifting her up so that they were at the same height, Graverobber lowered his head to her thin, pale neck and began gently nipping at the sensitized skin there, making her gasp and moan his name in a guttural tone.
The tone was enough to get the older man aroused, feeling the vibrations of Shilo's moan against his lips. He wanted nothing more than to take her here, right now, on this very rooftop. He didn't care who saw or who heard, but that annoying little voice in the back of his mind told him it was probably a good idea to get somewhere where it wasn't so chilly…
"Graves… I need…" Shilo moaned, tangling her fingers through his knotted hair, every now and then giving a slight, sharp yank, which excited the man to no measure.
Letting her down, he lead the way back down the fire escape, keeping them in the shadows until they had come to the secret passage leading to the Wallace house. Once safely inside, they resumed their passion, Graves picking Shilo up and the girl locking her legs around his body, feeling a tell-tale hardness pressing into the inside of her thigh. 7. Bad Romance; Lady Gaga
Graverobber grinned, his eyes flashing, before helping her out of the sinfully short dress that she wore. His groin throbbed at the sight of her milky white skin offsetting the black sheets of her bed. Pulling his shirt off, he shuddered, feeling her small hands against his hips and his eyes widening as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelop his hard cock, one hand leaving his hip to wrap around the base.
"God…" He muttered, watching her pretty head bob up and down, working her ministrations on him. He put one hand to the back of her head and urged her to continue with her actions, feeling her smile around what she was doing.
Soon, though, the tell-tale slow burn began to unfurl in the pit of his stomach, Pulling out of Shilo's mouth, he motioned for her to lie on the bed.
Shilo, up until this point, acting purely on instinct, began to feel afraid… having believed she was sick for seventeen years of her life, she was used to pain in quick jabs, pin pricks, but she'd read in her books, heard on TV that sex usually hurt the first time… she didn't want to admit to Graverobber that she was a virgin, but had an inkling that he might have already known.
All coherent thought was pushed aside in one swift movement however, as Graverobber began to nibble her neck, leaving red, ring-like marks on her deathly pale skin, distracting her from what was to come. Distraction was a wonderful tool… 8. Bad Things; Jace Everett
Shilo moaned at the feeling of being stretched, holding back a small gasp as the pain ripped through her lower body.
Graverobber stopped, looking at her with darkened, lustful eyes. He'd met resistance and he knew what that meant… he grinned darkly at the thought of giving the girl her first experience, before continuing to enter her, paying close attention to the way she was fisting the sheet and moaning aloud. God, she was hot.
Finally, buried to the hilt, they began to move together, Shilo almost instantly forgetting about the pain as it began to feel so good… Her leg muscles stretched from her position, she looked at Graverobber with half-lidded eyes, tangling her hands in his hair once more.
The plastic of the tent was beginning to fog up from their actions, but neither had a care in the world for it. Sweat slicked limbs fit perfectly together, fingers tangled in each other's hair. Shilo let go of Graverobber's hair long enough to dig her nails into his shoulders, making him grunt with pleasure.
A tightness that had seemed to be winding up slowly, but surely in Shilo's abdomen finally seemed to on the brink of snapping. Throwing her head back, moaning, she felt as though she'd been shot out of a rocket. She could have sworn she saw stars…
Her orgasm didn't stop Graverobber though, as he powerfully moved inside her, working the slow burn into a raging brushfire. His movements becoming choppy and not as smooth, Shilo, still recovering from her first true orgasm, dragged her nails down Graverobber's midsection, relishing in the loud groan he gave as he emptied himself into her. 9. Beautifully Broken; Ashlee Simpson
"Why me?"
Shilo opened her eyes and looked at him, her mind still doing cartwheels. "You are the one person who's never lied to me…"
Graverobber smirked. "I'm not the most trustworthy cat on the corner, Kid."
"Yeah, but since the moment I met you, you've never told me a lie… not in so many words, but actions can be lies too."
"Was this a lie?"
"No…" Shilo rolled over, kissing the man she'd come to fantasize about in the darkest hour of the night when she couldn't sleep. "This was perfect."
Graverobber smirked again, deepening the kiss. He hadn't the heart to tell her it was far from perfect, that it was merely a lusty sex romp that, admittedly, they both wanted. Maybe he'd cut her a break… help her get out more, help her… experience the world in ways she'd never had the chance to.
"Well… I guess you could say we've helped each other out." He whispered after a few moments, unsure as to whether Shilo had fallen asleep.
"Graves?" Came a whispered reply.
"Mmm?"
"I… think I… love you." 10. Say It Once More; James Michael
He liked her. He wouldn't go as far as to say he loved her, not yet. But there was definitely a strong liking.
He sighed. "Kid, you don't love me… who could love someone who robs from the dead? I'm like a modern day Robin Hood… I just don't discriminate between rich or poor…"
"Even modern day Robin Hoods need their Maid Marions. I might not be as innocent as Marion…"
"Not anymore at least." Graverobber smirked, biting her shoulder gently. Shilo managed a grin.
"But… I'm not stupid, Graves. I know what love is."
"Shilo, love is subjective… but if you wanna believe that you love me, go ahead. I won't stop ya."
A pause. "You know my name."
"'Course I know your name, Kid."
"You've never used it before…"
"I don't use names often. It comes with the job… don't wanna rat your customers out when you do what I do."
"Graves?"
"Yeah?"
"Say it again. One more time… please?"
He grinned, rolling on top of her and bracing his weight against his forearms as he lowered his head to capture her lips in a heated kiss, not unlike the one they'd shared on the rooftop.
"Shilo."