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comment_ficMorning Everyone! It's Friday, you know what that means!
All fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome, and our usual rules still apply.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for up to 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please format your prompts properly! Our fabulous code monkeys even work on the holidays, and lets make sure we make their volunteering easy! For example:
White Collar, Neal, temptation
Justified/Leverage, Raylan & Eliot (or Raylan/Eliot), Mexico
And of course, if you can't find something to your liking, feel free to peruse the lonely prompts.
Have fun! I hope everyone's weekend is full of laughter and love!
All fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome, and our usual rules still apply.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for up to 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please format your prompts properly! Our fabulous code monkeys even work on the holidays, and lets make sure we make their volunteering easy! For example:
White Collar, Neal, temptation
Justified/Leverage, Raylan & Eliot (or Raylan/Eliot), Mexico
And of course, if you can't find something to your liking, feel free to peruse the lonely prompts.
Have fun! I hope everyone's weekend is full of laughter and love!
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-07 04:40 pm (UTC)But it's there and he wants it. He's wanted it for so so long and it's there. He can taste it. He can feel it. His fingers are itching with the need to... and it would be so easy to just step across the road and...
And just as he takes that first step, Peter is there, hand around his bicep and knowing look in his eye.
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:50 pm (UTC)Courtship 1/2
Date: 2011-05-29 12:10 am (UTC)Sigyn put aside the skirt she’d been trying to sew and smiled up at him. In the sunlight his hair seemed to glow and she took a moment to admire him before looking down to see what he had brought her. It was a bracelet and she thought it was silver at first, but silver wouldn’t be so pale, almost white, and when she picked it up it looked translucent. Was it glass then? It felt like silk against her fingers but solid as metal.
‘What is it?’ she asked.
‘A moonbeam. It took me all night to catch one so you’d better like it.’
Like so many things about Loki it was both entirely implausible and not particularly unlikely. His eyes were guileless, which meant nothing at all, and Sigyn decided that whatever the bracelet really was it was still the most beautiful thing she’d seen. She held it admiringly up to the light. ‘It’s lovely,’ she said.
Loki draped himself around her shoulders, far warmer than the sunlight against her back.
‘Loki,’ said Sigyn slowly. ‘Are you courting me?’
‘No,’ he said. He didn’t sound surprised, though, and he didn’t pull back.
‘You’ve never brought me jewellery before. And a bracelet…’ A bracelet could be a sign of betrothal.
‘I was hardly going to give it to Thor, was I? I’ll have it back if you don’t like it.’
His hand snaked down for it and Sigyn laughed, quickly slipping it onto her wrist before he could reach it. ‘No, it’s mine now.’
Loki’s arms slipped around her waist and squeezed her, she could feel his breath against the back of her neck, and then he was gone and even in the sunlight she felt cold.
*
The bracelet Sigyn made wasn’t gold or silver, and certainly nothing as fanciful as a moonbeam, only carved and polished wood. But the dainty braid pattern carved into it was neatly done and it made Loki smile when she dropped it into his lap.
‘Very nice,’ he said, turning it in slender fingers. ‘Should I ask if you’re courting me?’
‘Yes,’ said Sigyn. ‘I am.’
She leant against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist, the same way he had done with her. Although she thought it was partly to stop him running away.
He laughed. ‘I’m going to have to turn you down,’ he said lightly, as if the whole thing was a joke. ‘There’s no way I could keep a lovely thing like you in the manner to which you’re accustomed.’
‘I’m not accustomed to any manner,’ she said. ‘You forget how minor I am as a goddess.’
He was actually quiet for a moment, quiet and still in a way that made her aware of how rare it was for him to stop moving. ‘This isn’t funny,’ he said softly.
‘I’m not joking.’
‘I don’t have a house or anything.’
‘Loki,’ said Sigyn gently. ‘I know you.’
He laughed and stood up, pulling out of her arms as he did so. To her surprise he turned around and kissed her quickly on the lips before walking away. It made her lips tingle the way her hands did when she held them close to the fire on a cold day.
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Date: 2011-01-07 10:22 pm (UTC)When Danny blamed himself for Rueben's death, Mac was there for him. He took Danny in his arms, and let him cry over his shirt. He didn't let Danny go, even when Danny struggled against him. Mac kept a tight hold over him until he eventually realized that it wasn't his fault.
When it was discovered that Danny was a member of the gang Tanglewood Boys, Mac had to reprimand Danny for not telling him at work but at home, Mac made Danny lay down, and he kissed the tattoo on Danny's shoulder, telling him that it was in the past. He put several bite marks over the tattoo, telling Danny that he now belonged to him.
When Danny got shot and ended up in a wheelchair, Mac was there for him, encouraging him to do better, and to stop pushing the limits of his abilities. Mac protected Danny from other people's prejudices towards him.
When Danny got up from his wheelchair and walked again, Mac was thrilled for him. He kissed Danny frantically and told him that he was so proud of him.
So, yes Danny knows that Mac will always be there for him no matter what.
He only wishes that he could do the same for Mac.
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:22 am (UTC)Crowley laughed harder as Aziraphale pinned it onto his sweater. "That's not a symbol of what you think it is, angel. They aren't celebrating the end of a flood."
Unfortunately, some of the paraders heard him and decided that he was for their cause as well. Instantly they brightened and began trying to shake his hands as well, despite his obvious glare from behind his sunglasses.
"Well then what is it a symbol of, my dear?"
The current passerby humans cheered a little and Aziraphale beamed as Crowley nearly doubled over. The demon held off telling him until their dinner at the Ritz that night just to watch the angel's face turn as red as the wine.
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Date: 2011-01-07 02:02 pm (UTC)Chuck, ensemble, Superhero AU
Date: 2011-01-07 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-07 02:09 pm (UTC)Cruelty
Date: 2011-01-07 05:53 pm (UTC)"Castiel, right?"
As if he didn't know. But he did. He did ... remember. Those eyes. Always, those eyes. No matter what form this angel wore, there would be those eyes, wide and puzzled, and holding such a weight of judgement. Even here, even now. Even bound and shattered and fallen. Behind the defiance and the fear ... such a weight of judgement.
"You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you."
For the sake of a human. For the sake of one of those puking, crawling things that had destroyed their world. Here, now. Cut off from Heaven, cast out, denied a Father's love, even as he had been, and still this angel looked at him with those eyes. For them. Still this angel pronounced judgement on his offer, tossed him aside, with those same puzzled, implacable eyes.
"I'll die first."
The cruelest eyes in all the worlds, save one. That fierce, defiant, weighing stare. Castiel, who stood within a ring of fire, and judged him unworthy.
Well then. "I suppose you will." To the last. To the end. And yes, indeed. You will die first.
There is more cruelty in this world, little angel, than rests within your eyes.
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Date: 2011-01-07 02:12 pm (UTC)No fic but...
Date: 2011-01-07 10:19 pm (UTC)Labyrinth ftw!
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Date: 2011-01-07 05:53 pm (UTC)"I can't believe you didn't get any blood on you." Eliot responded, picking at his soaked t-shirt. He popped the top on his beer and took a long drink, then set the bottle on top of the Impala before he yanked the shirt up and off. He used the relatively unstained back of the shirt to wipe off his stomach before dumping the shirt in the open window of the back seat.
He was just reaching for his beer again when he felt Dean's hand on his skin. He looked down at the hand, then up at Dean, an eyebrow raised. "Don't go starting nothing you can't finish."
Dean shook his head lightly. "Just celebrating a job well done."
"This how you celebrate with your brother?" Eliot asked as Dean's hand slipped to his waist and he pushed Eliot back against the car, stepping in close so that their stomachs brushed.
Dean's only answer was his lips covering Eliot's, his tongue demanding, his hips pressing his denim clad groin against Eliot's.
"I'll take that as a no."
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Date: 2011-01-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Fill: Frustration (Jack/Daniel pre-slash)
Date: 2011-01-07 04:39 pm (UTC)"Sure, Carter, go ahead." He drew the words out like he was trying to delay whatever horrible news he assumed she was about to give. Sam tensed her jaw, finally fixing her eyes on her commanding officer.
"With all due respect, sir, you're a goddamned moron," she said, her voice firm and final. On the last word, she turned on her heels and exited her own lab and walked away from her team. She didn't stop until she was out of sight of the lab, and it was only then that she realized she was shaking, and only then that she started thinking about how she'd probably just ruined her career, permission granted or not.
She managed to stop the shaking and straighten her shoulders when she heard someone rounding the corner. Her face remained stern, though. She'd said her piece, and she was not going to back down. Really.
Surprisingly, it was Daniel that rounded the corner, looking over his shoulder as he did so, and nearly running into Sam. He looked startled at that and steadied himself with one hand against the wall as he took a step back. He did offer a small smile in apology, and Sam relaxed in response.
"Uh, Teal'c is currently blocking the door," Daniel said, gesturing down the hall, but she shrugged off his explanation. She was happier discussing this with Daniel. Less likely to end up as career suicide. "What, um, what was that?"
"That was frustration, Daniel," Sam said, taking a step forward, just so she could be close enough to lower her voice and still be heard. "And you're lucky it wasn't directed at you too."
"What?" Daniel mostly just looked confused at that, which was understandable. Sam knew she wasn't exactly being clear about anything at all, but that was the whole point. She shouldn't have to explain, because they should already know.
Sam sighed and glanced over her shoulder at the hall to make sure there wasn't anyone around. "You have feelings for him, and he has feelings for you," Sam explained. She kept her voice even, making sure to say each word clearly so there could be no misunderstanding. Daniel opened his mouth to argue, or maybe just ask for more clarification, Sam didn't know, and she continued before he could say anything else, "And if the two of you don't act on it soon, I'm going to lock you in a supply closet until you do," she said with a bright, sunny smile as she patted Daniel on the shoulder and turned to continue back down the hallway.
She didn't need to see it to know Daniel was still confused, but he still went back to Jack instead of following her.
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