Wednesday - The Four Elements
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crimson_antics and this is my third day of hosting.
Today's theme is The Four Elements. Your prompts can be about fire, water, earth, air, or a combination of those.
Don't forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Please think of our codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
* Supernatural, Lucifer +/ Michael, Heaven on fire.
* Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Earthquake.
* SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, Up in the air.
If none of today's prompts inspire you, feel free to browse through the Lonely Prompts.
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crimson_antics and this is my third day of hosting.Today's theme is The Four Elements. Your prompts can be about fire, water, earth, air, or a combination of those.
Don't forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Please think of our codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
* Supernatural, Lucifer +/ Michael, Heaven on fire.
* Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Earthquake.
* SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, Up in the air.
If none of today's prompts inspire you, feel free to browse through the Lonely Prompts.
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:33 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2011-01-05 12:56 pm (UTC)It was the end of Heaven as it had been from the beggining.
There was fire everywhere: burning the rudimentry buildings and greenery, burning wings, along the edge of sword blades.
Burning in the eyes of lovers who felt equally betrayed by the other.
They were the greatest of the heavenly host and their joining had been a thing of wonderment and joy to the others who saw it.
Now they are dimmed by grief and bitterness as they try to destroy each other to protect something neither could name.
Finally Michael sees his opening and casts his lover from the heavens.
"Michael!" Lucifer screams as he falls, arm outstretched towards his lost love.
There are tears in Michael's eyes as he turns away and falls to his knees.
"Farewell my Love." he whispers.
He allows himself only a few seconds of grief before he pulls his emotional armor back on and throws himself once more into the fight.
Over the centuries bitternes, betrayal and long turn the fires of two lovers' eyes to madness.
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:33 pm (UTC)Fill: Up in the Air
Date: 2011-01-05 06:04 pm (UTC)******
I had wanted to meet Colonel Cameron Mitchell since the rapport about his time with the Sodan warriors had crossed my desk. I’d wanted to meet Lieutenant-Colonel John Sheppard nearly as long. Both men intrigued me to no end. They were the kind of heroes I dreamed off when I was a little boy.
I was therefore very pleased that both would be present at the party the IOA was throwing as a goodbye to the city of Atlantis, which would be leaving for the Pegasus Galaxy in the morning. Even more so because I’d actually managed to get myself on the British delegation of the IOA that would be present there.
So it was with a giddy feeling that I looked around the mass of people, trying to find at least one of the two I was really interested in. As luck would have it, I found them close together in an out of the way corner. I made my way over, going in a roundabout way to avoid several of the more obnoxious politicians present. As I neared them, I began to hear snippets of their conversation.
“Is everything ready?”
That was Lieutenant-Colonel Sheppard’s voice, easily to recognize from the various video transmission of the Atlantis mission I’d seen of him.
“Off course, just as arranged.”
This then, must be Colonel Mitchell. His voice sounded much more melodic and mellow than I’d expected.
“Don’t you think we’re taking a big risk, doing this tonight?” Sheppard asked.
“Yes, but there’s no other way. After tomorrow you’ll be in Pegasus again, out of my reach. And this isn’t something you can do alone, you know.”
Mitchell sounded half joking, half sad. An uneasy feeling crept up on me and I walked into view, going around the big potted plant that had hidden me from sight until then.
The two men, who were standing much closer together than required, didn’t jump away from each other. They’d been trained too well for that. Instead, Sheppard took a calm step backwards, while Mitchell greeted me with a casual, fake smile. We made some small talk, but I soon took my leave.
To this day, it is still up in the air if I caught them arranging a last lover’s tryst or if they were planning the secession of Atlantis. All I know is that a week after that conversation Atlantis broke off contact with Earth, going off course to an undisclosed planet in the Pegasus Galaxy. All Earth is left with is a document declaring the independence of Atlantis from Earth, signed by every living soul that was present on Atlantis at the time it took off, and a leader of SG-1 that’s still doing a superb job but seems a lot more melancholy these days.
I ran in to Colonel Mitchell again just yesterday, during another one of those obligatory parties the IOA gives to show off. I was tempted to ask him which of my suspicions was correct. In the end, the only reason I didn’t was the same as the reason I didn’t report the conversation in the first place. Either way, Mitchell would be kicked out of the Air Force and right now, Earth needs him more than ever to hold back the Ori. Just as much as we need Sheppard out in Pegasus keeping the Wraith away from Earth.
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:35 pm (UTC)Filled. Sam/Ruby, adult
Date: 2011-01-06 12:39 am (UTC)He tries to turn his head but can't.
He tries to move from in front of her, but can't.
He sees Dean's body under him, writhing, trying to breathe. Feels a kick in his gut.
Ruby gives him her palm, split open with red, sticky bloom. Turned upward, an offering, like stigmata and he takes that as a sign, some little bit of confirmation, that this, her, the blood that runs smooth and velvet down his throat, is for the right reasons. Save the world, Dean will forgive him right?
Ruby rides Sam hard, fucking like there's no tomorrow, maybe there isn't. Her hair covers her face, though he can see her eyes turning black when she gets close to her orgasm. He has a blood smeared hand print on his chest, over his heart. "Oh God, Sammy," she calls out, clawing at his shoulders.
And as he comes, jerking his hips up, thrusting into her, all of him into her, he wishes the earth would swallow him whole.
Re: Filled. Sam/Ruby, adult
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:41 pm (UTC)Down by the Sea (Hawaii Five-O, gen, Danny)
Date: 2011-01-08 02:47 am (UTC)*****
When you're from Jersey, you either love the Shore or you hate it.
For some, it's piling the family in the car, driving down the Garden State Parkway to Brigantine, Avalon, Sea Isle, or Ocean City. It's eating salt water taffy and Mac and Manco's pizza.
For others, it's the fucking tourists freaking out at jughandles and having no idea what to do with "full service" and driving the speed limit. It's the same place, year after year, when all you want to do is see something outside Jersey.
Danny's always been part of the first group. He doesn't hate the water because he can't swim; he hates the water because he doesn't want to swim in it. It's too pristine, too flashy. Surfers in wetsuits instead of kids with swimmies.
Maybe one day he'll dive in. Just to bring a little Jersey to Hawaii.
Re: Down by the Sea (Hawaii Five-O, gen, Danny)
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:47 pm (UTC)Drowned in the rain
Date: 2011-01-05 01:14 pm (UTC)Danny loves the rain and he would often walk the streets, just to get lost into the crowds, to forget all the bad things in his life, just for a moment or two. The rain is like a waterfall, taking away the bad stuff from his body and life, leaving the good stuff behind...like Don.
When Don finds out about Danny's habit to go into the rain, he thought that Danny was crazy but when Danny first took him out in the rain, he began to see where Danny was coming from.
So now every-time it rains, and if they are apart, Don is always the one to go to Danny, no matter where he is, and takes his hand as the go out into the streets and just get drowned into the crowd...and the rain.
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:48 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2011-01-05 01:10 pm (UTC)That it had started to crack and crumble with age. The dirt trickled onto his face and the water that seeped the cracks turned it to mud, creeping into his nose and mouth and suffocating him.
He dreams that the bugs followed the dirt and water and ate their way through his not living but not dead flesh. He dreams he can feel EVERY... SINGLE... BITE.
He wakes up screaming and clawing at the binding bedclothes (that remind him uncomfortably of winding sheets). He climbs all the way from his little room under the hub to the very topmost point of the building and just breathes in the air, almost hyperventilating.
He's up there for hours or minutes or an eternity, he's never sure, until he sees Ianto coming back with those little cookies that Jack likes but can only be found in one shop on the opposite side of the city. Then he climbs down, shivvering and dizzy to be embraced and warmed by Ianto's strong, comforting hug.
He goes about his day as if nothing has happened and no one says anything when Jack too-casually announces that he'll gaurd the door this time when they have to go underground after an alien that apparently finds human brains to be delicious.
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:50 pm (UTC)Gormenghast, Steerpike (PG)
Date: 2011-06-11 03:35 pm (UTC)His eyes hardly seemed to drop shut when voices boomed nearby and he smelled the scent of the smoke from a torch burning nearby. His instinct was to shift further back till his body pressed against the wall, but he could not risk his movement being detected, and he lay still as a dead tree.
"No sign of the rat here," a voice that might belong to a guard said close by.
(The rest of the fic can be found here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/27998.html) )
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:57 pm (UTC)At Home in the Water, Reid/Tyler, PG
Date: 2011-01-24 05:46 am (UTC)Reid loves the feel of water all around him. It’s soothing and freeing, peaceful in ways not much in his life has been in the last year. Between Aaron and the things that went down with Chase—almost losing Caleb—their lives have been pretty hectic.
But this here, it’s uncomplicated.
Sneaking into the school pool and horsing around with Tyler is refreshing.
He dunks his head under water only a second underneath before he pops back up with a laugh, shaking out the water from his hair. Tyler looks over at him, rolling his eyes—amused and exasperated. Reid can’t help but smile, send a wink his way.
“You look like a drowned rat,” Tyler quips, smirking.
Reid doesn’t stop grinning, notes how Tyler looks equally at ease. Well, good. It’s what they both needed.
“A hot rat?”
Tyler snorts. “Yeah, sure.”
Reid huffs a laugh, diving under the water once again to swim over to Tyler. He springs out, splashing Tyler all over as he crowds him in against the pool wall, arms coming out to either side—effectively trapping him. Beads of water trail down from Tyler’s hair, along his face and down the column of his throat to his bare chest. Reid wants to follow every drop with his mouth but he uses his fingers instead making Tyler shiver.
“Admit it. Best idea ever.”
Tyler scowls, leans back against the cool tile as he huffs a laugh. “Be better if you actually did something besides teasing me all the time.”
“Hmm,” Reid acknowledges absently.
Tyler’s hands settle back against the wall bracing himself as he waits for whatever Reid will do next.
Reid grins--mischievous and sly--as he slowly leans forward and presses his mouth against Tyler’s, gently coaxing Tyler’s lips open with his. The soft moan that escapes merely echoes Reid’s own. There’s no need to rush, no sense of real urgency now that they’re kissing, touching, finally connected. It’s just Reid and Tyler… the cool water surrounding them, caressing and lapping at their skin with every movement of their bodies--calming them and bringing them closer together.
It’s home.
It’s them simply being.
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Re: At Home in the Water, Reid/Tyler, PG
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Date: 2011-01-05 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 12:58 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2020-12-07 10:25 pm (UTC)Prompt inspired a whole lot
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Date: 2011-01-05 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-05 01:04 pm (UTC)Forestorm
Date: 2011-01-06 04:43 am (UTC)http://sandandglass.livejournal.com/11663.html#cutid1
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Date: 2011-01-05 01:04 pm (UTC)Fill: Any Other Day
Date: 2013-01-06 05:55 am (UTC)“You have to be more aggressive!” Zuko shouts. “Firebend at me.”
“I don’t like being aggressive!” Aang protests. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can dodge, you idiot. I know you don’t like violence, but you’re going to have to use it when you face my father. Now, fire!”
Aang takes a deep breath and moves into the form, pressing his hands forward to send a ball of flames hurtling toward the prince.
“Excellent!” Zuko takes a step back, arms flashing up to block the projectile, but his food twists under him. Yelping, he goes down, and the fiery orb whooshes over him.
“Zuko!” Aang runs forward at the same moment the other boy cries out in pain.
Sokka hears the sound and comes rushing from the next room. “What happened?” He scans the scene and drops down beside them.
“We were practicing,” Aang babbles. “He told me to attack him, but he tripped, and–”
“Calm down, Avatar,” Zuko grouses. He struggles to sit up, cradling an arm close to his chest. His face is set in a grimace. “I’m fine.”
“You’re hurt,” Sokka observes, reaching for the bottle of water always at his side for such instances. “Let me see.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Aang says.
“I said I’m fine,” Zuko insists.
Sokka reaches for him anyway.
“Ah! Careful!” The prince jerks away, keeping his injury close to him. “I’ve been firebending since I could walk; it’s not like I’ve never been burned before. But you don’t have to poke at it!”
“I get that you’re trying to be strong,” Sokka says, “but we all need to be at our best. Let me heal you.”
“No.”
“Zuko, stop being ridiculous.”
“Sokka’s right, let him help you.”
“I made a mistake,” Zuko insists. “I messed up; I should have to deal with the consequences. If that had been a real fight, I’d be dead right now.”
Aang pales at the idea.
“Do I really need to get Katara and Toph over here to help convince you?” Sokka threatens. Zuko’s set expression doesn’t change. “Fine. Aang?”
“Right.” He leaves to get them.
As soon as he is gone, Sokka turns back to the prince, his expression softer. “We only have a few minutes. Now, let me see.”
“I’m not going to change my mind just because he’s gone. Ah!” Zuko’s uninjured arm tightens on the other.
Rolling his eyes, Sokka reaches out again, and thankfully the other boy doesn’t pull away this time. Instead, he averts his eyes and reveals his wound. The burn on his left forearm is red and puckered.
Sokka sucks in a breath. “That looks like it hurts.”
Zuko glares at him. “You think?”
“Sorry. Hold still.” Sokka uncorks the bottle and brings out the water. A cool glow shines from it as he concentrates the liquid on Zuko’s wound.
The prince lets out a long, relieved breath as the pain ebbs away. “Thank you,” he murmurs when it is done and Sokka has put the water away again.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Sokka looks at him, taking in the rogue prince, the shaggy hair and scar, stubbornness, determination, and pride. He likes all those things about Zuko, even if he is a pain sometimes. Zuko looks up at him, and their gazes lock for a moment.
Zuko breaks away at the sound of footsteps, muttering, “The others are coming.”
“Yeah.” Sokka shakes himself a little and gets to his feet.
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Date: 2011-01-05 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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