detroitbecomehuman | DBH Drabble-a-thon! Come play!

THE DRABBLE-A-THON is officially CLOSED to new prompts! But feel free to respond to existing prompts! I've made a list of all unfilled prompts here, please let me know if I missed any!

It's time for DRABBLES! What is a drabble? A drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words. It might sound hard, but the challenge is part of the fun!

Tonight is the last night of Hanukkah and the first night of the Drabble-a-thon. Like Hanukkah, it will last Eight Crazy Nights! It officially starts at 6am Pacific Standard Time, December 9, and will last through 5:59am Pacific Standard Time on December 17th (for the rest of December 17th I have another fun thing planned, which I will announce in a day or two).

To leave a prompt for the drabble-a-thon, just make a comment to this thread. Please try to keep prompts for drabbles to one or two words or a short sentence (your prompt shouldn't be longer than the drabble, after all!) If you have a prompt for a massive AU crossover or something, it would probably be better to stick it on the DBH Kinkmeme. Feel free to also prompt for specific characters/pairings! Rarepair prompts would be awesome! All ships are welcome on this comm, so if a pairing doesn't float your boat, feel free to ignore that prompt and go to the next. :)

To fill a prompt, please reply to the prompt comment. You can either post directly into the comment box, or post a link to the fill on AO3.

There might be a small prize for the person that fills the most prompts, just to make things extra fun. :)

P.S. If your drabble is NSFW, please note such at the beginning or post at AO3. :)

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Sumo's hackles rise at the same moment an alert pings in the corner of Connor's vision. A noise from the backyard, stomping footsteps and muttered voices where there should be only silence.

The house is quiet. Hank sleeps in his room; Sumo was until a moment ago a warm weight pressed against Connor's chest. Now, his fur bristles and his teeth flash.

(Connor admires dogs. They're so quick to understand and react, even without analytic software. And he especially admires Sumo.)

"Come on, boy," he whispers, moving to crouch below the back window. They won't even need to wake Hank.