MONDAY - Film/Movie Character

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Godmorgon! – Good Morning!

It's a new week and I sagaluthien is signed up for be your guest host. It is the my first time as one and I hope that we will have a few great day's together.

My first theme is; Film/Movie Characters day
Take the chance to wish for something of your old favourite movie, or from the latest you went to see.
No wishes for TV-series fandom if they aren't made into a film. For example Sex in the city is okay, but not Supernatural (I know there is a talk for one). The film most have been released. EDIT! This also includes no crossovers with a tv-series that hasn't been made into a movie. (No need to delete or not reply on those that is already posted)

Don't forget the rules:

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our awesome code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Like so:

Sex in the City, Carrie, new shoes

X-men, Logan/Storm, electrified

Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, unarmed

If today’s theme doesn’t catch your interest, rummage through the Lonely Prompts!


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Sex in the City, Carrie, new shoes

[okmewriting.livejournal.com]

They weren't what she was expecting.

They really weren't what she was looking for.

They didn't actually go with anything in her wardrobe - except for the black dress but everything went with the black dress.

However they were new shoes.

And that Carrie supposed was the most important thing.

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X-men, Logan/Storm, electrified

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Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, unarmed

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, cast (and any/any if you like), game night

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Twilight, Edward/Jacob, holding hands & skipping stones

[lunasol28.livejournal.com]

Snap.

"What the hell!" Jacob looked down at cuff encircling his wrist and followed the link to the other cuff. He looked away in disgust when his suspicions were confirmed. The other cuff had locked its claim on the bloodsucker.

"Bella, you have got to be kidding me?"

She stood there, hands on her hips with a furious expression on her face. "I don't kid Jacob Black. I am tired of you two glaring at each other and don't think I haven't heard those angry whispers between the two of you. Every time he walks in to the room you can barely keep yourself from shifting. Well I'm telling you now no more. Today you and Edward are going to spend the day together and you are not to try breaking out of those handcuffs because they belong to Charlie. I would love to witness you explaining to my father why you broke his handcuffs and why exactly you were handcuffed to a man that you apparently despise.

"He's not a man," Jacob muttered.

Bella's eye twitched. "So help me Jaco..."

Edward raised his hand. "Bella there's no need for this, the wolf and I are never going to get along."

"It is definitely necessary, trust me it is. Both of you are going to give me an aneurysm with the amount of pent up tension that you to have. Find away to get rid of it or don't come back."

Jacob blanched. "Where exactly are we supposed to go, Bells?"

She shook her head. "I don't know and frankly I don't give a crow's nest. Now go," Bella stretched out her index finger towards the woods. "Skip stones by the riverside, hold hands and sing cumbaya for all I care just do something together and away from here.

Bella turned to the house mumbling and grumbling under her breath has she went. "Stupid vampire and werewolf with their stupid tension. You would think it was sexual with the way they bristle around one another and are constantly in each others face.

Edward waited until Bella entered to the house and closed the door before turning to Jacob. "You don't think she knows do you?"

Jacob scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It's Bella."

Edward nodded and looked down at their cuffed hands. When his eyes raised to meet Jacob's they had a mischievous glint to them. "Well might as well make the best of our punishment then."

"Might as well."

And they both made their way into the woods.

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Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila, In the clover

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Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash, That new Deadite smell

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Iron Man 2, Tony/Pepper, they were so close to getting through an entire evening without being interrupted by a super villain

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[preromantics.livejournal.com]

A little fluffy!

"You cooked," Pepper says, still standing in front of the table by the window, one of her eyebrows raised.

Tony nods. "I did," he says, and his grin is a little off, too wide for his face.

"Don't be so proud of yourself," Pepper says, "I don't want to die of food poisoning yet, there are four meetings tomorrow."

Tony's grin dissipates a little. "Four?" he asks, "Really? I didn't authorize four meetings in one day." As he's talking, he walks around and pulls out Pepper's chair for her, indicating that she should sit.

Pepper sighs. "I authorized them. I can do that." she says, and after a moment of hesitation she sits, decidedly not leaning back into Tony's hand when he brushes it along her shoulders before sitting on his side of the table.

"Don't do that," Tony says. "Four meetings in a day will kill you quicker than my cooking will."

"Going out to save the world every day will kill you quicker, so you might as well get the meetings over," Pepper says, but then she softens at the face Tony makes, the one she's only seen with just them. Sort of -- dejected, just a little.

"Eat, Pepper," Tony says. "If it makes you feel better, I ordered it all."

Pepper looks down at the food, how everything is laid out so delicately on white plates, how it's all her favorite food. "That does make me feel better," she says, but she takes a bite and her teasing is lost, anyway, because she makes a tiny noise around her fork. It's good.

"Good?" Tony asks, the corner of his mouth up.

Pepper nods, swallows. "I'm assuming it cost as much as my shoes, but yes." She's wearing a nice pair, too, some gift she bought herself for a holiday she can't remember when Tony told her to.

Tony bends down under the table quicker than Pepper can cross her legs all the way and she feels a hand around her ankle, inspecting her heel. She tries to take another bite but her fork pauses halfway to her mouth when Tony runs his thumb along the part of her instep that is exposed in the heel.

He pops back up a minute later and she hastily takes the bite off her fork.

"Those are nice," Tony says, smoothly, "did I get them?"

Pepper nods around her fork. She isn't a big fan of dinner alone with Tony, and yet she waits with a knot in her stomach she'll never admit to for each next time he'll ask her to come over, alone, no business.

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Scott, A dream

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Running Time, Carl/Janie, Down in Mexico

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Hairspray (2008), Tracy/Seaweed, College

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Robing Hood: Prince of Thieves, Robin & Azeem, philosophical discussions always took a turn for the worst

no fic

[bitwhizzle.livejournal.com]

...Robing Hood?
I would like to see this movie! ;)

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry & Sirius, runaways

[loki-scribe.livejournal.com]

It still happened occasionally, probably because he'd missed so much of everyone's lives, but despite what Molly might say, it was getting very difficult for Sirius to mix Harry up with James.

Oh, he was still his father's son, all right (and Lily's too, but mostly James's. Even Sirius knew that Lily had more sense). But James . . . James hadn't been running from anything. He'd always been the grounded one, the whole one, the one the other three tended to gather around. Because Sirius had been running from his family even before he left home, and Remus had been running from himself and still was, and Peter . . . well, it was best not to think about Peter. But the little rat had run from everything.

And Peter ran to whoever looked best to hide behind at the moment, and Remus had been so used to running away alone at eleven that he didn't mind company on the journey but wasn't looking for a destination, but Sirius had needed somewhere to run to and that had been James. The grounded one, the uncomplicated one, the stable one who had been willing to open his life up completely to Sirius as soon as he'd made his running literal.

James had stood out in their circle by being the only one who wasn't running. Harry stood out in his by being the only one who was.

Not that Sirius particularly blamed the kid; he'd seen enough of the Dursleys to want to break every Statuette of Secrecy on the Auror's books and curse them to Hell and back. But Harry wasn't just a kid running from a bad home life, wasn't just Sirius. He had that whole destiny tied up with Voldemort, and he sensed some of it no matter how much Dumbledore tried to protect him from it. But instead of making him more complicated, the way Sirius would have expected it, it brought him full circle back to James as the stunningly uncomplicated one. Instead of Sirius the runaway, who was a mess of half-spoken truths and half-understood needs, Harry was a kid running away from the present, towards the past, so he could understand enough to face the future.

It hurt.

Mostly because he ran towards his father's past. Harry and Sirius both wanted to wind up in the same place, both wanted to run towards James. But James wasn't around anymore, and there were times Harry was running towards Sirius as a substitute for that. And it didn't work. James's son couldn't run to Sirius because Sirius was still that same runaway he'd been at sixteen and didn't have any shelter to offer.

It also hurt because he wanted it. Wanted to believe that he and Harry could both stop running, support each other, become a family. Wanted to believe that he could thank James for it by being someone for Harry to run to. And, at least on some level, he knew better.

So no, Molly, Sirius knew quite well that Harry wasn't James. He just sometimes, couldn't help but wish he saw the rest of James when he looked.

[mute90.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Rogue, untouchable

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Fast & Furious/Transformers, Brian or Brian/Dom, Brian's car takes care of him.

True Love | Fast & Furious/Transformers, Brian or Brian/Dom, Brian's car takes care of him

[chibifukurou]

Sequel to This

She loves the feel of Brian mucking about under her head, it makes her happy knowing that he cares about her so much. Still, she’s not enough for Brian, he needs a human mate and she plans to get one for him. She thinks that the driver of her fellow Transformer, currently disguised as a black charger, will do nicely.

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Kick Ass, Hit Girl, don't you wish you never met her

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Push, Nick/Cassie, cheap motels

[lunasol28.livejournal.com]

Cassie stared at the coffee stained wallpaper and tried to ignore the ticking of the stupid analog clock that hung in between her bed and Nick's. She had tried sleeping but she couldn't. Her mind was too weighed down with what happened yesterday. Nick had nearly died. again. Trying to save her. again. And now here they were in another rundown piss cheap motel like nothing happened. Like Nick getting shot multiple times-so much so that he needed a stitch-was no big deal.

She flipped on to her side and watched Nick take slow, but deep breaths unlike the shallow ones he took while laying in a pool of his own blood. Each breath meant that he was alive, that he wasn't dead like she thought he was only 24 hours ago.

"Cassie."

She started at the soft call of her name.

"Cassie," the whisper of her name more frantic now.

"Cassie!"

She threw the blankets back and rushed over to his bed. The soft shaking of his shoulder didn't work. It only served to intensify his level of distress. Cursing under her breath, she climbed into bed beside him and wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm right here, Nick. I'm okay."

Arms wrapped around her small frame and pulled her more tightly to his chest. He buried his nose into her hair, relaxing as his breaths settled.

"Where are we?"

"In a cheap ass motel just like you like it."

She felt him smile against her neck. "Good."

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Die Hard, Matt/Lucy, shooting range

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Cedric/Luna, the library stacks

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Pretty in Pink, Andie/Steff, snark

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Oooo this is great. I really hope someone writes this.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

STONEHENGE APOCALYPSE, Jacob, how he ended up alive after all

SURPRISE CROSSOVER.

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There are some points in the timestream where you're not supposed to interfere. This the Doctor knows. And so he does not interfere when the stones begin to move. He watches people die, he watches helicopters shot down, he watches volcanoes erupt, and and he does and says nothing. He hates every minute of it, but he also knows that Dr. Carla Leeds must take over the radio show once hosted by Dr. Jacob Glaser for the next achievement in human technological evolution to be reached. Soon there will be a caller to that show who will mention a method of space travel, and Dr. Leeds will have a brainstorm, and soon the two of them will pioneer the very method of interplanetary travel that rockets the human race off the face of the Earth and toward the stars.

But the Doctor's in Mexico for the eruption. He's in Indonesia, silent witness to the atrocities. He's never actually listened to the show.

You can bet he's at Stonehenge for the end, though. And that's the first time he hears of the robot head.

Jacob feels a body barrel into his. He's knocked away from the stones just as the lightning comes down and fries the redheaded fucker attached to it. He cries out, but he can only see the stranger above him wracked with pain as he absorbs all the electromagnetic energy the stones have to offer.

And then the stranger, who should be dead, opens his eyes. "Tell me about the robot head," he says.

~

The Doctor drops Jacob off a hundred years in the future, on the first Martian colony, where he passes himself off as the grandson of the original Dr. Glaser and becomes a pillar of the scientific community.

And the TARDIS speeds off into time and space with both the Doctor and his faithful companion K-9 in tow.

Jacob never said it was a human head, after all.

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Star Trek XI, Nyota Uhura/Spock, I stirred in my bed, then I slipped on my dress

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Spock likes the line of Uhura's back -- it's an illogical thing to like, especially considering the many features of her body which are not only fine specimens of her species but also are exciting and beautiful. He just enjoys the line of her back, the gracefulness to her spine when she stands.

He likes her against him in the morning, the way her body has heated up to match the temperature of his own skin wherever they are touching, but if he runs his palm down her arm, feeling, she's cool to the touch.

He likes the way she opens her eyes with hesitation, the way the corner of her mouth turns up in a way he never sees on the bridge or out in the open when she finds him looking down at her, studying her.

("Did you discover anything about me, watching like that?" she had asked, once, stirring to her side, her shoulders rich under the finger he ran down them that made her shiver.

"Everything," he had said, because she made him want to say things like that, non-nonsensical things, one of only two people currently in his life that could make him over-think and not think at all at the same time.

She had smiled, warm, and color had risen to her cheeks like she was pleased and surprised at his answer all at once, so Spock had pressed his lips to the color on her cheeks because he knew she liked that.)

In the morning, or, the equivalent of ship's morning, Spock likes how Uhura bends and stands, that graceful and un-matched line of her spine lengthening as he watches, her skin smooth and liquid with her movements.

He likes watching her as they get dressed together, the way she steps into her dress, barely covered underneath, at least not prescribed to any sense of modesty around him. He can watch the way her body slowly awakens and stretches as her mind clears, a routine that is so different from his own -- waking up, alert, meditating and then taking the time to slip back into the bed to watch her with a clear mind.

"Good morning," she will say, even though it's not morning, just time for their shifts on the bridge.

"Indeed," Spock will return, because waking up to her and the line of her spine and the way her hair falls on the pillow will always bring about a good morning.

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Star Trek XI, Jim Kirk (/Gaila), A cooler version of yourself // A cooler version of your dad

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Star Trek XI, Gaila & McCoy & Kirk, My blood type's AB and // AB it has been, and // AB it'll stay for a while, for a while // My blood type's AB // And in case of emergency // Smile

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The Princess and the Frog, Naveen (Naveen/Tiana), Every morning I wake up // With a purpose and a smirk