comment_fic | Monday: Clichés

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rockerbaby423 and I'll be your host this week!

To start us off, the theme is clichés. For those of you that are unfamiliar with them, clichés are trite or overused expressions and phrases. Today it's time to reclaim some of the originality and breathe new life into old clichés!

Have fun and remember to follow 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 contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feel free to fill a prompt even if it is already filled, the more fic the merrier!

Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):

Leverage, Parker + Team, so hungry I could eat a horse
Leverage, Team, a bit like closing the barn door after the horse escapes
Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena, finders keepers losers weepers

Nothing grab your interest? Our Lonely Prompts need love too!

(tag=cliches)

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Evan knelt down in the dirt, the pillory tight around his neck and wrists, heavy upon his shoulders as he watched the Wraith walk towards him. Damn Wraith Worshipers... it had gotten much worse while they had been gone.

He struggled to get up, get away, not ready to die, definitely not wanting to die like this when a grenade was thrown, landing right on the Wraith as he exploded with a burst of sticky gore. All of a sudden, David rushed them, firing the P-90 and looking like Rambo or something. Evan looked up at him as the crowd scattered.

"Are you ok?" David asked, glancing at the pillory and then into Evan's eyes.

"I'm fine... I'm fine now. Thank you."

Evan stayed still as David picked the lock. "You're welcome... I'm glad you're ok. So very glad," David said to him.

Evan hugged him, feeling a weak relief. "My hero."

Monday: Clichés

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