Thursday: #noromo
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with_rainfall and today's theme is #noromo (no romance). That means no fics or prompts focusing on characters’ desire for a romantic relationship or their romantic orientation (lack thereof is fine, so wave your aro flags high!*). Fics/prompts also can’t feature marriage, divorce, weddings, romantic love, romantic attraction, crushes/limerence/, romantic tropes/scenarios involving romance, dating in romantic contexts, or romantic relationships.
The only gentle curves and tender feelings here should be the ones you get from all the other amazing loves in your life. Or hatreds, if that’s the way your character rolls. :P
Apart from that, go wild with any and all flavours of gen, smut, FWB and anything else your heart desires.
* Greyromantic and demiromantic characters are awesome too, but that is a bit of a... well... grey area in terms of romantic relationships.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
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, the most magnificent treasure they’ve ever seen
+ Emelan, any, seeking solace at a shrine/altar after a setback
+ Tortall (Trickster), any raka character(s), AUwhere Aly never goes to the Isles
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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with_rainfall and today's theme is #noromo (no romance). That means no fics or prompts focusing on characters’ desire for a romantic relationship or their romantic orientation (lack thereof is fine, so wave your aro flags high!*). Fics/prompts also can’t feature marriage, divorce, weddings, romantic love, romantic attraction, crushes/limerence/, romantic tropes/scenarios involving romance, dating in romantic contexts, or romantic relationships.The only gentle curves and tender feelings here should be the ones you get from all the other amazing loves in your life. Or hatreds, if that’s the way your character rolls. :P
Apart from that, go wild with any and all flavours of gen, smut, FWB and anything else your heart desires.
* Greyromantic and demiromantic characters are awesome too, but that is a bit of a... well... grey area in terms of romantic relationships.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
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, the most magnificent treasure they’ve ever seen
+ Emelan, any, seeking solace at a shrine/altar after a setback
+ Tortall (Trickster), any raka character(s), AU
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2021-05-20 05:27 am (UTC)Fill -- Leverage, Eliot & Parker & Hardison
Date: 2021-05-21 01:37 am (UTC)Parker steps up onto the low back of the sofa then lets herself slide down, shifting Eliot and Hardison to either side, all their elbows knocking together as she settles.
“Babe, could you not crunch that in my ear?” Hardison asks absently, still typing as Parker wiggles around, insinuating herself more comfortably between them and shoveling another huge bite of cereal into her mouth.
“How come we got all these sofas if you two’re just gonna crowd onto mine,” Eliot grumbles under his breath, a little slower than usual.
“What makes this one ‘your sofa,’ man did you pay for it no you did not,” Hardison strings all his syllables together into one long word that means he’s not even really aware that he’s speaking, then finally looks up from his screen, peering over Parker’s head at Eliot. “You still high on those happy pills Sterling fed you?”
Eliot turns to glare back at him, and Parker can see it now too; he’s sluggish, just a little, his motions aren’t crispy like when he’s on alert but he’s not watery like when he’s relaxed, either. She stares at him, watching from way up close all the little movements his face makes and listening to how his voice sounds like it does when he’s really tired or really hurt as he answers back to Hardison, “This one’s mine cuz I was the one sat down here first.”
“Dude, what are you, twelve?” Hardison snorts, and Parker swings her head around to watch him grinning at Eliot.
“If I was twelve I’d be beating you up for your lunch money, you know that, right?” Eliot fake-growls. “And I for damn sure wouldn’t be letting y’all sit half on top of me all’a time.”
“Aw, don’t try it, Eliot, don’t pretend like you don’t like the closeness, or are you forgetting what went down when you was all loopy?”
Eliot makes a sound that doesn’t seem to mean anything and Parker’s about to turn and look at him when she sees what’s happening on Hardison’s face and can’t look away.
It’s her favorite thing she’s learned about Hardison — yeah, he’s happy a lot, so yeah, he smiles a lot, which on most people just makes them look stupid, but he’s also got a lot of real feelings, way more than she’d ever know what to do with if they were all in her head but luckily they’re not; Hardison keeps so, so many feelings tucked into his heart and when he’s happy, when he’s really happy, he has a special smile. It starts in his eyes — Sophie once explained that the ‘twinkle’ is just extra fluid released by the tear duct which then reflects the light; it was one of those times Eliot said ‘Don’t tell me this stuff’ and stalked away — but then it skips over the rest of his face for a moment, there’s a quick second where his lips press together, twist a little, and then his cheeks seem to get rounder, his nose twitches, and then his teeth flash bright. She’s sometimes made the mistake of confusing one of Hardison’s fake smiles for one of his real ones but she has never mistaken a Special Smile for anything other than what it is.
Parker doesn’t know if people have souls, she doesn’t know if life has meaning or there’s any real greater good or higher power, but she does know that some people have something about them that just makes them...better. So maybe it’s that Hardison’s Special Smiles are letting his soul shine out through his eyes while his mouth does that thing that makes her mouth want to copy it. If that’s what it is, she’d be happy with that answer.
She’s also fine with not having an answer, even though she knows most people spend a lot of time looking for answers. Parker, though, she spends a lot of time looking at Hardison and Eliot. And right now Eliot’s face is cycling slow-motion through a bunch of expressions that make her think of watching a movie when the internet is, as Hardison says, Lame AF.
Re: Fill -- Leverage, Eliot & Parker & Hardison
Date: 2021-05-21 01:37 am (UTC)“You know,” Eliot says a long moment later, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch, a firm press against her shoulders, and Parker lets out the breath she was holding, “I’m startin’a think beating you up ain’t a half-bad idea.”
“Aww,” Parker says, in a tone she’s pretty sure she learned from Hardison. “That’s Eliot-speak for ‘I love you’.”
Eliot snorts at the same time Hardison laughs. Parker sets back into her cereal, squirming a little deeper into the cushions and letting Eliot grumble in her ear when she ends up with her head resting half against his shoulder. It’s a good position, tactically speaking, because it’ll keep him close but she’d have to crane her neck to look at him so it’ll be easier to resist the impulse and, comfy as they are now, it’s been a weird day and Eliot did get drugged and hug Hardison so he’s probably feeling weird about boundaries and probably pretty exposed, too. Parker’s actually really impressed he’s still in the same room with them. Last time she let herself get exposed bad she hid in a cargo hold without checking the plane’s destination and spent the next week making her way back to Boston from Tijuana without any money or ID. It had been a great trip, she was completely rejuvenated by the time she got back, and no one but Sophie would speak to her for a month afterwards.
She doesn’t want to know what Eliot’s version of that would be, so she resolves to let him be, looks at Hardison instead and sees that he understands. Hardison has a different angle on Eliot, though, so he’s allowed to reach over and squeeze the back of Eliot’s neck and leave his hand there while he goes back to his typing with the other.
“Y’know,” Eliot says, long after Parker has slurped the last of her milk and is considering dozing off, “I don’t usually let someone all over me like this unless there’s something in it for me at the end of the night.”
He sounds grumpy, but also like he’s making himself say it. Parker hears Hardison inhale, and decides to take the shot herself, because Dammit, Eliot, that shit was so two years ago.
“This is better,” she says, breezy and true.
“Better than sex?” Eliot’s pushing, like the way she prods at his bruises, and Parker looks away from Hardison’s blush, twists her neck around to peer up at Eliot’s face from an angle that makes him look like Picasso painted him drunk.
He’s not looking at her, so she waits until he is, and then says, “Yes.”
If Hardison’s the one whose smile makes her think about souls and sunshine, it’s Eliot whose skin she wants to be able to crawl into. Scrape out all the bad stuff he keeps festering in there, leave him all raw and clean like he does to her when they work out together. This is how Eliot used to be, and how Eliot isn’t anymore, not with them anyway. Crude and mean for no reason except to make people think he’s one way and not another way. One way, like, ‘dangerous and not worth getting close to’ instead of the way he really is.
She narrows her eyes to make sure he really gets it, then says, “Don’t be stupid,” and lets her head fall back on his shoulder, stretching out her feet til she almost knocks Hardison’s laptop to the floor.
“Yeah, Eliot. Don’t be stupid.”
She hears a click as he shuts the laptop, then Hardison’s moving around beside her and the room falls into darkness. He resettles, she resettles, and then, finally, Eliot settles too.
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Date: 2021-05-22 07:03 pm (UTC)Cass looked up from his phone, his game suddenly forgotten. "What?"
"Yeah, what?" AJ parroted. He was leaned forward so far in his seat that it was a miracle he hadn't yet landed butt first on the floor.
"Oh, just a little birthday treat."
Though Wilson's Family Seafood was the heart of Pointe a la Hache, it wasn't the only place he'd been missing. While Mrs. Carson might have retired, the bakery that bore her name still stood. Walking in that afternoon, he'd been greeted by new faces at the cash register, but that same warm, sweet sugary scent had still washed over him when he'd walked inside.
"Birthday?" Cass asked. He straightened in his seat. "I mean, happy birthday, Uncle Sam!"
"But we didn't get you a present!" AJ frantically turned his head around the table. "We would've-"
"Hey, hey," Sam said, leaning across the table and putting his hand over AJ's own. He gave it a light squeeze. "I thought your mom taught you better than that. Birthdays aren't all about presents."
He sniffled, his face pointed towards his lap. "But presents are fun."
Sam chuckled. "You're right about that. Good thing it isn't my birthday then, ain't it?"
Both boys turned in their seats, their eyes locked on their mother.
"Happy birthday, Mom!" Cass shot her a smile that was all teeth.
"But I thought it wasn't until-" A dagger sharp glare from his brother caused the words to die on AJ's lips.
Sarah smirked. "You boys are a little early."
"But it's not my birthday!" AJ looked to his brother. "Hey, Cass-"
"You know when my birthday is, doofus!"
"Boys," Sarah said, her voice lowering. She gave Sam a pointed glance. "It's no one's birthday."
"But Uncle Sam said-"
"I know what I said, AJ." Sam looked around the table, to the faces of people he had long pondered never seeing again. More times than he could count, that had been a high possibility. "Your mother's right." He gestured towards her with his folded hands. "As always, if I might add. None of us have birthdays today."
Sarah narrowed her eyes at him. Even after his earlier explanation, something still wasn't clicking. Maybe trying to think one up had been a waste of energy. If Bucky had taught him anything, it was that you didn't need an excuse to get cake.
But hey, where was the fun in that?
"However, I've missed quite a few." Five, if he wanted to be exact. "I thought maybe tonight I could try and make up for it." He leaned forward. "Now, who's hungry?"
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