Måndag - First Words
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comment_ficGood morning everyone and welcome to a new week, I know I know, not always the most fun day of the week but let's do our best to combat that with some awesome tidbits of fic. Todays theme is First Words which means your prompt should contain the first words of the following ficlet. So when you want to fill a prompt you just begin with what the prompter left you and go from there, easy as pie.
The rules are as always as follows:
And some examples:
Have fun and be inspired!
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The rules are as always as follows:
* Only three prompts from a fandom
* Only five prompts in a row
* If one gets filled you can leave a new one
* No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
* If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave spoilerspace.
And some examples:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, "What? Tentacles can be very versatile..."
Burn Notice, Michael/Author's choice, The explosion tore a hole in the side of the boat
Leverage/Alice, "Curiouser and curiouser", she thought
Have fun and be inspired!
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Date: 2010-09-20 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 08:47 am (UTC)“The answer is still no.”
“Aww, come on. He’s been hanging around the boathouse for days. He’s lonely.”
“I don’t care, Jack. We are not adopting a giant squid.”
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Date: 2010-09-20 07:47 am (UTC)Filled!
Date: 2010-12-22 04:19 am (UTC)“Gonna have to swim for it, Mikey. Are you ready?”
Michael nodded once. “Think Fi can shoot him from that distance?”
Sam laughed. “It’s Fi. She could kill someone from twenty feet.”
Michael plunged the respirator into his mouth and flipped the tank on. It sounded good to him.
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Date: 2010-09-20 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 08:17 am (UTC)I might have gone a little overboard and included everyone...
Date: 2010-09-20 12:05 pm (UTC)Tim’s hands tightened on his staff as he surveyed the scene. Dick was down, his black/grey suit speckled with blood as Red Hood knelt over him, his arms wet to the elbows.
“Back off Timmy.” Jason hissed, “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really?’ Tim demanded archly, his fingers flexing over the bo as his muscles tensed for combat.
Jason cursed under his breath. “Fine Babybird! If you wanna do this right now, fine. But Damian needs to get his ass over here first.”
“Why?”
“Cause if you and I are gunna go at it, I need Robin to put pressure on this wound otherwise big bird’s gunna bleed out.”
Bruce landed on the roof with thump, a batarang ready in his hand. “Report.”
All three of them stiffened, programmed to react to his command voice.
Jason relaxed first. “Misunderstanding B. Dickie was already down when I found him.” He shifted his weight slightly, letting Damian move in beside him as the youngest Robin reached for his trauma supplies
Dick cried out in pain as Damian started working, clipped off the nicked artery.
Bruce rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder, holding the enraged youth still as Jason bent to stroke Dick’s face.
“It’s going to be ok Dickie Bird, just stay with us.” Jason soothed, looking up into Bruce’s hidden eyes.
Bruce nodded, letting go of Tim’s shoulder. “Red Robin, assist Red Hood and Robin, the plane is on its way.”
Vibrating with barely controlled rage. Tim knelt at Dick’s side, clutching his brother’s hand. “We’re here big brother, just hang on.”
Dick forced his eyes open for a moment, pushing back the pain long enough to see his three brothers leaning over him and Bruce resting a solicitous his hand on Jason’s shoulder.
It hurt and he’d lost a lot of blood but it was going to be ok; his family was here.
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 08:20 am (UTC)And weave together [Merlin, Merlin/Morgana, R]
Date: 2011-05-15 09:10 pm (UTC)He left smoke smudged fingerprints on her pale skin. Minor incantations in themselves that stood out like a thousand dust black stars when she rose and examined her flesh.
The first time they had sex…
She gasped, a soft and breathless sound, and then half laughed as their hips rolled together. An ancient dance upon the cold floor, their skin contrasting the stone so perfectly that it seemed like a sort of destiny.
The first time they had sex…
Every place that their bodies touched burned with a warmth particular to such an act between such two people. Their legs fit together with a symmetry that was not far from perfection, their fingers twined together on the stone like some mating ritual of a long ago folk, their lips crushed together with a heat that could never be found again.
The first time they had sex…
Magic weaved above them. Such fearsome shades of gold and heat and gathering splendour. Evil and light and goodness and dark. Weaving together, dancing together, forever in the shadows stretching over their sweet and final coupling.
The first time they had sex…
They realized, coiled together like the only two beings in the world, that they would burn the universe if they ever joined again.
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 04:04 am (UTC)It was a Monday, Ianto knew that much. He remembered useless details like that, field away facts and figures with no real purpose. The important things, however, were harder to remember. Like what had happened to the artifact retrieved on Sunday? What was the strange goo it had coated him in upon exploding? Where were his clothes? And why was he locked in a cell with an equally naked Owen?
Mondays never did get any easier to deal with. But then again neither did any other day of the week.
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Date: 2010-09-20 11:32 am (UTC)"You’d rather bleed to death?"
"Yes," Dean pouts.
"And I thought there couldn’t be a way you’d say anything dumber than ’just do it, Sammy, I won’t break’ but here you go. "
"I didn’t break."
"No, you just tore and bled and while we’re at it – keep still, for fuck’s sake!"
"NO! You won’t sew me up with pink dental floss! ’m not a girl," Dean grouses and tries to retreat from Sam’s attempt to disinfect the wound
gaping on his shoulder.
"No, you’re not. You’re a soon to be dead idiot with serious issues regarding his obviously fragile masculinity.“
"I don-"
"Besides, after you’ve bled on it the white dental floss’ pink anyway so what’s your fucking problem, dude? We’ve done this a hundred times and you never behaved as childish as you do now. And agian – who’d thought that’s even possible. "
Dean sulks. Which is pretty, no doubt ’bout that, but mainly it means that he shuts up, which yeah, probably God cares for Sam Winchester anyway.
Later that night, when Dean stirs in Sam’s arms in spite of the pain killers Sam’s forced him to take after dressing the – prettily pink – wound, Dean mumbles sleepily "but ’m still the man, despite... you know."
Sam knows. He still can feel Dean’s body stretch around him, taste Dean’s salty skin and hear him beg for more, harder, deeper though the obvious injury and pain.
Rolling his eyes though Dean can’t see it – being a reluctant but very handy little spoon – but smiling all the same, Sam whispers "because of the pink dental floss?“
Either Dean’s too embarrassed or too sleepy to realize that Sam’s teasing him, so he just nods. „’xactly. Changes nothing ’bout me being the man.“
“A man,“ Sam corrects him softly enough to go unheard and then, louder, “no, it doesn’t change anything. “
He kisses Dean’s temple tenderly but his brother’s already sound asleep.
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:57 am (UTC)Prompt Fill - "Trust Me", Sam/Gabriel
Date: 2010-09-20 04:36 pm (UTC)********************************
"Explain it to me again. You're mostly naked & covered in rainbow sprinkles... why?" Sam still stands only a few inches past the doorway of the motel room torn between just bolting and wanting to hear Gabriel say it another time.
Sam's seen and dealt with a ton of weird things in his life, but a resurrected archangel lounging on his bed wearing only a pair of red silk boxers and a bunch of candy rainbow sprinkles across his chest has got to one be of the weirdest. He has no idea how the sprinkles are even staying in place as Gabriel breathes; but logic would suggest angel mojo.
Gabriel looks over at him from the bed and just gives him a slight smirk and a waggle of eyebrows. "That should be extremely obvious, even to you, Sammy, and I told just you - I'm through messing around about this thing with us. I want some action, dammit."
Sam sighs. Apparently Gabriel hasn't gotten the memo that he isn't attracted to him at all. Okay, maybe just a little bit. Sometimes, when he's not being an obnoxious ass, but it really doesn't mean anything. And so what if he actually did something genuinely nice and helped him with getting Dean and Cas to get a clue about their feelings for each other? It doesn't mean anything, either. "And I've told you before, there isn't any thing between us."
"That's not the truth and you know it. You're just afraid of it." Gabriel picks off a few of the sprinkles and pops them in his mouth, locking eyes with Sam as he does.
Sam can't bring himself to look away.
"So, you're honestly going to try and pretend that you're not the slightest bit tempted?"
"No, I'm not. Only you'd find sprinkles in any way tempting."
Gabriel sighs and the sprinkles disappear with a wave of his hand. "Better?" He asks with a shrug. "It was supposed to be kind of fun. Which by the way, I don't think you'd know fun anymore if it ran up and bit you on the ass."
Before Sam can respond to that, Gabriel is off the bed and standing right in front of him. "Sam, quit being so stubborn and let yourself want this. I know you're thinking this is all still some kind of joke, but I promise you it's not. Do you realize how patient I've been with you? And I don't do patient."
Sam feels suddenly tired. "Look, it's not that I don't appreciate the help you've been giving us, and maybe having you around isn't that bad...What you trying to say here, Gabriel, that you're in love with me or something?" Or think you're in love , he adds silently.
"Love? Nah. Dunno... but there is something between us and it's real, so just stop trying to deny it and trust me."
"Trust you?" Sam scoffs, but it's half-hearted, mostly for show. Somewhere along the line over the past months he has started to trust him. Screw it , he thinks as he looks at Gabriel, who died standing up for up for what was right, who has been putting himself out there with him for a while now and is probably just as scared and confused in his own way about this, standing so close. "Okay, this is me trusting you," he says and finally leans down to kiss him.
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:58 am (UTC)Prompt fill - Itsi Bitsi
Date: 2010-09-25 02:32 am (UTC)Castiel spun towards the shout, and took two quick steps before the bathroom door burst open.
Dean raced through, naked and dripping wet. "Cas, get it off!!!!" He pointed frantically at his shoulder.
Castiel frowned and tipped his head. He couldn't see anything. He stepped closer. There, on Dean's left shoulder, just above his mark, was a small spider. Dean was breathing so hard he was almost hyperventilating. The spider was clinging to the wet surface in fear of being thrown off.
Castiel looked solemnly into Dean's eyes. "Hold very still," he said. "I will dispose of the spider."
"Don't dispose of it. Kill it!"
"I will not kill one of my Father's creatures unless it is harming another. This spider is not harming you. I will release it outside. Be still." He reached out and placed his hand on Deans arm. The spider quickly moved onto it. Dean shivered.
Castiel left the motel room and walked to the edge of the parking lot. He raised his hand and whispered to the spider, "Thank you. Your assistance is appreaciated." He released the spider into the grass and went back to the room.
Dean was still standing, naked and shivering, in the middle of the room. Castiel gave a little smirk. "You are still wet. Perhaps I can help you with that as well?" A fluffy towel appeared in his hands and he started to run it over Dean, paying special attention to his lower body.
"Um, Cas? What are you doing?" Dean's blush ran all the way down his chest. Dean shivered again.
Castiel tilted his head. "You are still shivering. It must be shock. Get in the bed and cover up." As Dean moved towards the bed, Castiel removed his coat and jacket. Dean blinked.
"Cas?"
"I believe the proper way to help you recover from shock is to share body heat." He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and walked over to the bed. "Move over."
Dean blinked a few more times, then grinned. "Oh yeah, I'm in shock and I definitely need to share body heat with you." He pulled Castiel close and just before he closed his mouth over his Dean muttered, "Thank God for spiders."
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Date: 2010-10-20 10:49 pm (UTC)Sophie shrugged. "I suppose so."
He briefly wondered if that meant a breeding pair or just any two, but then he realized the much larger question. "Why would Hardison need a pair of chickens when the con is all about transporting stolen electronics? That doesn't even make sense, Sophie."
She dropped his phone into his hand and brushed past him into the next room. "Now that you mention it," she called back over her shoulder, "maybe the message wasn't 'a pair of chickens'. Maybe it was 'Sophie's not your secretary, Nate.'"
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