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Szia. Still [livejournal.com profile] foxxygoddess here and today's theme is Constellations. Prompts can be constellations of any kind. The stars, freckles, cities. How ever you wish to interpret Constellations.

Just a few rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.

No more than three prompts in the same fandom.

Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.

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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]

Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt


Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Any, Any, Mapping out the constellations of freckles across your partners back

+ Any, Any, "And that *points to the night sky* is Sagittarius."

+ Harry Potter, Any, "And what exactly do the two of you think you're doing up here in the middle of the night?" "uh... looking....*looks around* at... theeee... CONSTELLATIONS! For. Our astronmy homework!"


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(and with this I bid you farewell)
(...for now)

tag=Constellations

Fill: Romani detective fic, James/Zayne

Date: 2019-07-12 01:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpiesgal.livejournal.com
Zayne found James laying face down on Zayne's rarely used bed wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey, you okay?" Zayne asked as he ran a hand down the center of James' back.

"M'fine," James murmured. "Just sleepy."

"I can tell," Zayne quietly remarked. "And maybe horny, too?"

James shrugged a shoulder in acknowledgement. He had just spent the past few nights on a stakeout which had garnered him and his partner heartburn, stiff joints, and a messed up sleep schedule.

Zayne softly chuckled. "I might be able to take care of that for you."

"Yeah?" James inquired having turned his head so that he wasn't talking into the pillow.

"Yeah," Zayne replied. "But only if you let me play connect the dots with your freckles."

"I'm too tired and out of it to put up a fight, cowboy, so go ahead," James told him. Normally, he hated any kind of activity that involved his freckles. He was stuck with them, so he didn't understand other people's fascination with them.

"I'll make you feel good," Zayne promised.

"You always do," James said with a sleepy smile.

Zayne smirked. "Stay on your stomach, but get comfy."

James sighed, but made himself comfortable as best he could.

Zayne ran his hand down James' back again and then began tracing constellations across his shoulders and down his back.

Zayne did this for about ten minutes naming the constellations as he did so, which he figured would surprise the redhead since he rarely flaunted all the useless trivia he knew.

"Zayne," James moaned having reached the point of no return.

Zayne stopped in mid-trace. "Roll over," he commanded.

James rolled over with a sigh of relief. His arousal very obvious.

Zayne bit back on a snarky quip. He reached under the towel and slowly jacked James off until his lover came with a bit back shout.

"Told you I'd make you feel good," Zayne told him as he cleaned both of them up with the pack of discarded Wet Wipes he found in the nightstand.

"No need to get cocky, cowboy," James retorted before yawning.

"No need to deflate my ego either, gingerbread," Zayne quickly retorted. "Now, scoot over. It's naptime."

James chuckled and moved over so Zayne could curl up next to him. "Sweet dreams, Zayne," he told him, and then he was soon asleep.

"Sweet dreams, Jay," Zayne said before joining the redhead in dreamland.

Re: Fill: Romani detective fic, James/Zayne

Date: 2019-07-12 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
He just can't keep his hands to himself, can he? LOL

Fill NCIS Nick/Ellie

Date: 2019-07-12 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helsinkibaby.livejournal.com
Ellie is woken from a light doze by the unmistakable sensation of soft kisses being peppered down her back. She smiles, lifts her chin from the pillow of her arms and looks back over her shoulder to meet Nick’s gaze. It manages to be amused and aroused in equal measure and she fights back a shiver.

“How is it,” Nick asks, “that we’ve been together for eight months now and I’ve never seen these freckles before?” He replaces his lips with his index finger as he ponders and this time, Ellie doesn’t even try to fight the shiver.

“I get freckles everywhere in the sun,” she tells him, her voice light and teasing. His eyes glint with humour as she continues, “I just don’t usually get quite so much sun on my back. Not until someone convinced me to go skinny dipping.”

Nick raises both eyebrows at that, even as he looks to be fighting back laughter. “I don’t recall you needing too much persuasion,” he points out and Ellie has to concede that that’s a fair point. Then again, when his fingers trace a little lower, she’s quickly ready to concede almost anything. “They’re all over...” he says, more to himself than her. “Like little constellations.”

“You know...” Ellie lets her voice trail off as she rolls over, exposing yet more freckles to his very interested, suddenly not at all amused gaze. “Years and years ago, people used constellations as maps.”

Nick shifts slightly so that his body covers hers. “Did they now?”

“Yep.” Her arms wind around his neck. “Apparently, it was where people got exactly where they wanted to go...”

At that, his smile turns positively wolffish. “Well, I am an old fashioned guy... let’s see how that works out for us.”

The answer turns out to be very well indeed.

Re: Fill NCIS Nick/Ellie

Date: 2019-07-12 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
I love these two together. Excellent fill!

Date: 2019-07-12 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
MCU, Steve Rogers and/or Bucky Barnes, “Thank Your Lucky Stars”

Date: 2019-07-12 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, Aziraphale looks at Crowley like he hung the stars in the sky (which he did, but that's beside the point entirely.... OR IS IT?)

Date: 2019-07-30 01:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpiesgal.livejournal.com
"What's the matter with you today, angel?" Crowley asked Aziraphale as he settled on the couch the angel kept in the backroom of his shop.

"Nothing," Aziraphale replied with a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you are staring at me like a love sick fool as some humans are fond of saying," Crowley answered before taking a sip of wine.

"Like you hung the stars?" Aziraphale countered.

"That too," Crowley murmured. He didn't like to be reminded of his life prior to his Fall.

"Well, didn't you?"

"I did, but that is beside the point."

Aziraphale softly chuckled.

"I sense you judging me," Crowley said feeling compelled to say something.

"Never that, my prickly friend," Aziraphale assured him and then leaned forward to draw him into a gentle, wine flavored kiss.

Date: 2019-07-30 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Oh ♥ this is lovely!

Thank you!

Date: 2019-07-30 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpiesgal.livejournal.com
Thanks. They are fun to write. You're very welcome.

Date: 2019-07-12 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Star Trek (any TV), any human +/ any non-human,
The Non-Human: "When you say someone hung the stars in the sky..."
The Human: "It's not literal."
The Non-Human: *is relieved*

Date: 2019-07-12 11:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Any, any, he has scars across his body as beautiful as stars across a midnight sky

Fill: I see stars in you

Date: 2019-07-12 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jdl71.livejournal.com
Dean lay on their bed, his head pillowed by his crossed arms. His eyes green eyes were closed and he sighed in contentment as strong hands worked his tired and sore muscles. It had been another long haul after yet another hunt to get back to the bunker they called home. After showering, he had donned a pair of worn sweatpants to relax in. At Sam’s insistence, he had climbed onto their bed where he currently lay with Sam’s weight resting gently on his thighs as Sam massaged the kinks out of his tired back.

“Feels good,” he murmured to Sam. They had long given up on the pretense that they were anything other than brothers and had moved onto being lovers.

“Good,” Sam replied as he looked down at his brother’s back. They had been at an old cemetery on a salt and burn when Dean had taken a nasty hit from a vengeful spirit, which had sent him flying into a headstone. A large bruise had formed on the right side of his ribs, but thankfully, Dean hadn’t suffered any broken bones.

Dean moaned in approval when Sam’s thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot in his shoulder.

Sam drew back as he worked the muscle to look at his back. Dean’s back was littered with scars he had amassed over the years from some brutal hunts. Hell, both of their bodies were a roadmap of scars. His fingers traced over the raised skin, feeling the harden tissue under his fingertips. To him, they were as beautiful as stars across a midnight sky, well most were. He could remember what each one represented, a wound from being cut by an angel blade, a knife wound from a bar fight, and the list went on. He leaned down and kissed the first scar, moving his lips gently over Dean’s back to kiss each one. He laved at the last one, the one he had given Dean when they had gotten into a fight a year ago. In a fit of rage, he had shoved Dean, knocking him off balance and into a metal filing cabinet. The corner of the cabinet had been jagged, catching Dean’s shoulder just right. He could never make it up to Dean for inflicting that injury on him over his jealousy at seeing Dean flirting with some woman. The flirting had been harmless, meaningless, Dean had been trying to get some information for a case they had been on. But, it hurt to see that scar, and he still hadn’t forgiven himself for what he had done.

“Sam, you gotta forgive yourself. I’ve already forgiven you,” Dean said in a soft voice.

Sam swallowed several times, trying to work out his words. “I know . . . but, I’m still sorry. Every time I see it . . .” Sam let his words die as he kissed the scar again, as if that would erase the past, remove the scar and replace it with soft pale unmarred skin.

Dean craned his neck so he was able to look over his shoulder at Sam. “It’s no worse than any other scar I have.” He gave a thoughtful look to Sam and then smiled. His green eyes twinkled as he spoke, “Actually, it’s better.” He chuckled when he saw Sam’s look of shock.

“What?” Sam managed to get out before Dean rolled over, dislodging him. He scooted up the bed and rested his back against the headboard. “How can you even say that?”

Dean rose up onto his knees and leaned into Sam, breathing in his scent of freshly washed skin. “You gave it to me, marked me as yours,” he responded with a wide grin before capturing Sam’s lips in a heated kips, stopping him from any further protests.

Gathering his wits, Sam broke the kiss and pushed Dean away. “Dean, I never meant . . .”

“I know,” Dean said in a soothing voice. He reached out and pulled Sam to him. “Just shut up and kiss me until I see stars,” he murmured against Sam’s lips.

Sam responded with a soft chuckle and a light kiss at first that he deepened as his desire for Dean took over. He was so onboard with that plan, doing his damndest to make them both see stars before the night faded into day.
Edited Date: 2019-07-12 07:26 pm (UTC)

RE: Fill: I see stars in you

Date: 2019-07-13 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
My darling!! This was so beautiful! My little heart has melted, thank you so much!!! Big hugs!

RE: Fill: I see stars in you

Date: 2019-07-13 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jdl71.livejournal.com
You're so welcome. I saw the prompt and this just unfolded. I'm so happy you liked it.

Date: 2019-07-12 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jdl71.livejournal.com
SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam looks at Dean's freckles & sees the stars.

Date: 2019-07-12 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Stay awake, stay awake
Survive
I've got nineteen stars that I
Give your name tonight

(Meg & Dia)

Date: 2019-07-12 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ any, a constellation of scars that tell a story

Date: 2019-07-12 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Stargate Multiverse, any m/m,

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

(Florence + the Machine)

Date: 2019-07-12 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson,

Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all

(A. E. Housman)

Date: 2019-07-12 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

(Ryan Adams)

Date: 2019-07-12 02:35 pm (UTC)
ext_1893747: (black widow)
From: [identity profile] sidleypkhermit.livejournal.com
MCU, Carol Danvers +/ Maria Rambeau, Maria gets to see the night sky from another planet for the first time

Date: 2019-07-12 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
The X-Files, Scully/Mulder - They don't see the same thing in the stars

Date: 2019-07-12 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
Angel the Series - any character, I hate that the light pollutions robs us of the night sky

Date: 2019-07-12 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange,

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

(Sarah Williams)

Date: 2019-07-12 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
Angel the series, Connor/Faith, who needed a romantic night under the stars anyhow?

Date: 2019-07-13 12:31 am (UTC)
ext_145589: I prefer my boys fictional. (Default)
From: [identity profile] drabblewriter.livejournal.com
Any space travel fandom, any, making up constellations in the skies of each planet they visit

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