Monday: Canon Pairings
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Today’s theme is Canon Pairings. I know that we all like to play with unlikely pairings but let’s show the originals some love today!
Rules are important folks!
- Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
- No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
- The codemonkeys work very hard so let’s keep things simple and format our prompts correctly.
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt.
Examples
· White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, Neal will always be their friend
· Merlin, Gwen/Arthur, the course of true lover never did run smooth
· Pirates Of The Caribbean, Will/Elizabeth, their ships meet at sea
Nothing catch your eye or intrigue your muse? Don’t forget the Lonely Prompts!
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:37 am (UTC)Out by the Sea | Pirates Of The Caribbean, Will/Elizabeth, their ships meet at sea
Date: 2010-07-28 02:19 am (UTC)...
She rows out past the sandbars and into the open sea. There she sits and watches for hours waiting and watching for the Flying Dutchman.
Will can never abandon his duties for long, but sometimes he can spare a few hours for her and they can lay together in the comfort of his cabin and remember better times. Those are some of the happiest times in her lives.
Unfortunately, they will be over soon. Her stomach has grown large and soon she won’t be able to leave home long enough to see Will. She and her child will be forced to remain on the island until Will is finally able to return to them.
Re: Out by the Sea | Pirates Of The Caribbean, Will/Elizabeth, their ships meet at sea
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 05:04 pm (UTC)"You are thinking about her," Emma said calmly as she brushed a strand of long blond hair from her eyes.
Scott didn't have to ask who Emma meant. In a non-physical, but very real sense, Jean was always the third person in their bed. Logan was the fourth, but that was another story...
"Are you using telepathy on me?" Scott chided gently. Emma wasn't as restrained -- some would say "ethical" -- as most telepaths, but she did try.
"No," Emma said as she shifted some pillows around into a more comfortable position.
"Then how do you know?" Scott asked with a slight smile as he ran his hand along the length of Emma's bare thigh.
Emma shrugged, "Jean's an inch taller than me -- and you just kissed me on the nose."
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 06:48 am (UTC)You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 05:12 pm (UTC)Barbara frowned thoughtfully as she considered the question.
"Well... a hot threesome with you and Dinah as my personal sex slaves would be nice."
Dick just smiled and nodded.
"Oh, come on!" Barbara laughed. "I thought that would get a better reaction than that!"
Dick shrugged and got to his feet, "Your birthday is next week."
"Oh... that's right. What are you going to get me?"
By now, Dick was headed for the door. Barbara frowned in surprise.
"Dick?" Barbara called after him.
"Later, I've got to go talk to somebody about something."
"Uhm. I was just kidding! You know that, right?"
The front door closed silently behind Dick. Barbara stared at it with very wide eyes.
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 09:05 pm (UTC)The saddest part of a relationship was watching it crumble and being unable or unwilling to stop it.
She'd thought when she'd met Gunn he was it. The man she was destined to be with. It even sounded corny to her but it also sounded safe and after Pylea she'd needed that feeling.
But this was different. This was something she'd needed to do. He said he'd killed the professor because he didn’t want to lose her. He had wanted to save her. But what he didn't understand was she had wanted to save herself.
Fred watched silently as Gunn turned and walked away. She wanted desperately to call him back but she also knew she wouldn't. No matter how many tears she would shed for all that could have been. They were over.
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:52 am (UTC)Anniversary
Date: 2010-08-13 06:55 pm (UTC)The Avatar is sleeping belowdecks, of course, and his daughter and son are up above, together. He lights the candle alone and watches it flicker. When Kya was alive, she was steady and calm, more like the sea than a candle, but he’s been lighting one for years, to remember her death, and hoping that she listens from the Spirit World.
He makes sure to tell her what Sokka and Katara are doing (when he knew) and when he didn’t, what he imagined they might be doing. He sits cross-legged in front of the candle this year, though, and hardly knows what to say.
“They’re so grown up,” he starts, finally. “You wouldn’t even know them. Or maybe you would. Katara’s just like you in some ways, passionate and strong. She’s a master Waterbender now. She got Pakku himself to teach her, and you know how mother always said he was about girls. That’s…that’s Katara, though.”
He pauses, and looks down at the fur he sat on. “But you probably already know that. I think you’re with her every day…more than I am. She’s still angry at me, and I don’t have an answer for her accusations. Help her to forgive me, Kya, if you can.”
“Or Sokka,” Hakoda continues, after a moment. “Sokka’s a man now. You should see him. I don’t think he even knows how much he holds those youngsters together. He’s so brave and clever, all full of ideas. The invasion plan we’ve worked out – that was his. He’s a good boy. And he holds his own besides among three powerful benders.”
“Our young ones, Kya. All grown up. I wish you were here to see it, to see them at the Avatar’s side, scourge of the Fire Nation.” He smiles. “I know you’d be so proud of them. Of both of them.”
Hakoda leans forward, and there are tears glimmering on his cheeks. “Just think, Kya. Our children…they’re going to save the world.”
“I just wish you were here to see it.”
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 06:55 am (UTC)But sometimes I forget
I got a perfect body
Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 07:25 pm (UTC)The Fire Lord and Fire Lady do not go to bed. They do not hold each other in their arms, his inner fire guaranteed to keep them both warm. They do not sleep peacefully and well, comforted by love. The Fire Lord and Fire Lady do not.
But Mai and Zuko do.
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:58 am (UTC)When She's Gone | AtS, Angel/Spike, Angel and I haven't ever been exactly intimate
Date: 2010-07-27 09:31 pm (UTC)Then she leaves them behind and they have nothing left to fight over. Nothing but the dominance they wrestle over in the dark of night on a blood covered bed.
Re: When She's Gone | AtS, Angel/Spike, Angel and I haven't ever been exactly intimate
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Date: 2010-07-26 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 07:02 am (UTC)Filled!
Date: 2010-12-20 01:15 am (UTC)Go Up.
Bang.
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Date: 2010-07-26 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-26 07:05 am (UTC)In the Black | Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, Dancing
Date: 2010-07-27 09:40 pm (UTC)They imagine they are somewhere bright and shiny, celebrating their union. A place where their dance could be witnesses and their joy shared. It's just a dream though, their place is here in the black, no matter how much they wish otherwise.
Re: In the Black | Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, Dancing
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Date: 2010-07-26 07:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-04 04:14 am (UTC)Priya doesn’t quite understand why they couldn’t have found somewhere with more than two beds, but Tony volunteers for the floor like he’d prefer it, drops like a sack of whatever, as Echo and Priya find their way to the beds.
The mattress is too hard, the pillow coarse beneath her neck, and she spends the night dreaming of things she doesn’t remember. There are gaps in her memory now, here, lapses that leave her falling and starting like a stalling car, but the need to kiss and touch and have are as steadfast in the pit of her stomach as if they’ve been there a lifetime. On some level, she supposes they have.
She can hear Tony breathing on the floor, the hitches and inhales echoing in her head like a soundtrack, a score to the film of her life, and she drops her head over the edge of the bed to see him sitting up, watching her from the floor, eyes open and lips wet and parted. When she catches his eye, he looks away, embarrassed.
“This is just—“ Tony stops, halts, like a car in reverse, “Sorry. I—“ he can’t finish, shakes his head before he drops it in his hands, and Priya memorises every nuance, every twitch of muscle under fine skin and all the places he looks broken. She wants to fill the gaps in his armor like a mould or a skin, like a sin for him to take apart. She’s never felt as whole as she does here with him, in some beat up motel room, with Echo asleep in the other bed.
“I get it,” she says, hums, pushing her hair back to stop herself from reaching out and pushing his. “We barely know each other.”
He looks up at that, eyes wide and unblinking like he’s back in uniform, wherever it was that he was based, and that she’s an enemy or a victim, she’s not sure. He shakes his head, and it’s violent, hard. “That’s not – fuck.”
It’s quiet after that, too much, and she waits for him to say something else, but instead he hisses like an animal, lies back down with his back to her. She can see the way he shakes, hits the floor with the palm of his hand and she can imagine it already, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth a tight line that she wants to kiss back open, neck taut and waiting for her fingers, and she has to shake the thought from her head.
She doesn’t remember falling asleep after that, but she remembers dreaming of him, sprawled out beneath her like a model, a doll, of dripping paint across his skin and making art of him, on him, of kissing him until they’re a part of the same painting, hung up in some gallery for forever. It’s dumb, and it’s perfect, and she’ll wake up on the floor with him, his breath on the back of her neck and his arm around her waist and it’ll feel right. Safe. She figures that’s probably all that matters right now.
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