Mánudagr: First Lines

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Good morning, everyone! I'm ravenspear , and I will be your guest host these next couple of days!

To start the week off, today's theme will be First Lines; that is, your prompt should be the first line of the fanfic a filler will write for you.

As always, please abide by the rules:

♣ Post no more than five prompts in a row, and don't post more than three prompts for a single fandom. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
♣ There's to be no spoilers in prompts until a week from air/publication dates.
♣ If your fill contains spoilers, then please label it clearly and leave enough spaces for people to scroll on by.

And please format your prompts in the fashion that is pleasing to our beloved simian overlords.
Example:

Supernatural; Castiel/Crowley; In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.

Supernatural/Angel Sanctuary; Belial/Castiel; "I'll never love you, you know."

So have a great prompting and ficcing day, and if you don't find anything in this post to tickle your fancy, there's always the Delicious archives to go through. ♥


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[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Castiel/Crowley; In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.

Filled, Castiel&Crowley

[d-mousey.livejournal.com]

Crowley is pissed.

Sure enough, things didn't really go as planned and now he's in serious trouble, but that's not what bother him the most. Castiel didn't smite him right away, after all, and that, despite all things, is a good sign. Castiel doesn't want him dead, which Crowley can't help but feel grateful for, but that doesn't mean he'll just let him be. That kid is going to be a pain in the ass very soon.

King of Hell isn't a job as cool as it used to be, if he has to deal with too powerful crazy angels every year. First Lucifer, now that... He didn't sign up for this shit.

But he can deal with it. Crowley is a man of resources if he's anything. He's confident that, no matter how strong Castiel has become, he can find a way to stand out and appease him, take the most out of the situation.

What really bothers him is how he was double-crossed in the first place. Like a fucking newbie.

Crowley empty his glass and put it back on his desk. Castiel's eyes follow the move before staring back at him.

Holy fuck-

He doesn't flinch nor tense, despite the surprise, but Castiel smiles like he's amused anyway. Crowley isn't sure if that's because he never saw the angel smile before, but finds there's something creepy about it. He doesn't dwell on it.

“Castiel. I didn't expect you so soon.”

That's not before he actually sees Castiel standing before him that he realizes a small part of him still hoped Castiel wouldn't dare come in Hell by himself. So much for that.
He pours himself another drink and, after a second of consideration, another one for his guest.

“So,” he says, standing to hand him the glass, “To what do I own the pleasure?”

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Angel Sanctuary; Belial/Castiel; "I'll never love you, you know."

Castiel/Belial

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“I’ll never love you, you know,” the Hatter says without looking at him. She was lying stretched out on the grass, casually twirling today’s hat on one finger.

Castiel looks down at her. He’s standing - he almost always stands, because he secretly feels more comfortable that way. “I did not ask you…”

“You invited me here, brother,” she said, propping herself up, “On the eve of your departure. You didn’t ask anyone else to meet you here… just me.”

“I wanted to say goodbye.”

“Could have done that anywhere. But you chose here, because you know I like it here, and because you think you’re in love with me. But I’ll never love you. You might as well save yourself the heart-ache and give up.”

Castiel started to say something in reply, but all he could think of was, “Goodbye, Belial. I will miss your company,” before he left.

Belial laughed to herself and stretched herself out again.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "You put what in the what now?"

Supernatural; Sam, Gabriel, Dean, Castiel PG

[aceofannwn.livejournal.com]

"You put what in the what now?"
Sam's eyebrows rose right up his forehead almost to his hairline.
He had a lot of forehead, Castiel noted absently. Especially when his face formed that expression.
"Blessed sigils on the inside of all the water reservoirs and on the equipment at every water treatment plant in the country," Gabriel repeated cheerfully. "Holy water is now being officially provided by the government. A couple of cherubs who used to be in my regiment are keeping an eye on things, making sure no one messes with the sigils."
"And that is only the first step," Castiel added helpfully. "Jophiel was very helpful. With her assistance we were able to form an Implementation Plan."
"An implementation plan," Dean echoed. He failed to enunciate the capital letters.
"That is correct," Castiel agreed. Jophiel was extremely innovative, and had learnt a lot during her time on Earth.
"Apparently she went on some kind of organisational training course in the eighties," Gabriel explained. "She always was kind of scary," he added fondly.
"I... have no words," Sam said helplessly.
Gabriel grinned fiendishly.
"You think that's impressive? Wait until you hear about Implementation Objective Two, Sam."


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forgot to put in the subject header originally. :P So I reposted.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves +/ Bertie, "That's the wrong mouthpiece, sir. For that instrument."

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

"That's the wrong mouthpiece, sir. For that instrument."

I looked up. Five seconds before, I'd s. to G. that the room was bally empty, but when my head shot up at that voice, there he was. Jeeves, the ghostly, had sidled into the room with not a jot of noise. I cleared my throat and peered blearily down at the instrument in my lap. A french horn, I'd thought.

"No? Eh, what? Isn't it?"

Jeeves shimmered over to me, plucking the thing from my knees. "No, sir. What you've got here is a trombone, and you're attempting to insert the mouthpiece of a trumpet into it, which I think you'll find is a futile effort, despite your earnestness."

I fixed my gaze on him and did my best to receive his pearls of wisdom. "I see," I managed, and forged admirably on: "I don't suppose...you've got a tromby-thingy piecemouth?"

Jeeves' eyebrows raised aloft like only Jeeves' eyebrows could. "No, sir. Perhaps in the morning, I could purchase one for you, but I'm afraid at this hour of the evening..."

"No no no, no, Jeeves old boy, don't you spare another thought about it. I think I'll just...head off to bed now, yes." I ventured to stand; the floor violently disagreed.

Jeeves caught me under the elbows and lifted me, whole bod from the floor. His hands were quick and efficient, unbuttoning and rebuttoning and folding cloth like an Oriental folding paper cranes. Next I knew I was in my night-clothes, swimming in pillows softer than any angel's cloud. I was about to drift off when Jeeves' musical tones drifting into my ear-holes.

"The Drones Club treated you well this evening, sir?"

I blinked awake, grinning widely. "Yes indeed, Jeeves! The boys got me a, they got me a french whosits, a french horn!" I cast around for the thing, certain I had just had it.

"A trombone, sir." Jeeves said, pulling the duvet up to my chin.

"Indeed," I agreed. "I'll play you a tune in the morning, shall I?"

"I would truly enjoy that, sir," Jeeves said, and I took that as a polite go-ahead to set off for dreamland. As the curtains of sleep closed around me, I could've sworn I felt a soft press of lips on my forehead.

The Drones had treated me perhaps too well.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Tony/Control, "I'm sorry, Control, but I'm afraid that I'm not sorry at all."

[dome_epais.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, Control, but I'm afraid that I'm not sorry at all," Tony said stoutly. He stood with his hands behind his back and shoulders set, expecting to meet his punishment with a brave face.

Control frowned over his desk. "I understand it was a quite serious confrontation, Tony. You made the poor girl cry."

Tony paused. "I hadn't meant to be so harsh, perhaps, Control," he admitted.

"You told her," Control picked up a piece of paper with the exact phrase, "'your shirt makes you very unappealing, actually.'"

"Oh, dear, sir," Tony gasped, plucking at the lapel of his white Oxford.

"Not your shirt, Tony. Your shirt is perfectly flattering. This is what you said to," a brief glance down, "Valerie, as I believe she prefers to be called."

"Prefers it to what?" Tony asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"What else might she be called over which she prefers Valerie?" Tony expanded.

"'Very unappealing', it would seem. Tony?"

"Yes, Control?"

"Why did you say such an unkind thing to Valerie?"

"Well, Control, I must confess that I was quite cross with her at the time."

"Whyever would that be, Tony?"

"Because Valerie has been behaving very forward with me, Control. She complimented my tie last week. And this week, she invited me to have a cup of coffee."

"I see not problem there, Tony, as your cups of coffee are always sublime."

"Valerie specifically mentioned that this should be outside of the office, Control."

"Oh dear. That is indeed somewhat forward."

"So you see, Control, I was trying to discourage her behavior. This is because I do not want to hear what Valeria thinks of my clothing choices or to see her outside of work over a cup of coffee."

"You could perhaps have chosen a more gentle deterrent, Tony."

"I'll know that in the future, Control."

"And Tony?"

"Yes, Control?"

"I hope this is not to forward, but perhaps I could invite you for a cup of coffee..."

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Jack/Neddy, "Care to try again?"

[sidneyfireblood.livejournal.com]

Little House of the Pairie; Albert/Willie; As they stood behind the schoolhouse, Albert grabbed Willie's hand and said, "Let me kiss you once more before you marry Rachel."

(Hi. ^_^ I'm back. Long time no see.)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, I must warn you: there will be no happy ending

Fell Like Stars [Judeo-Christian, Raphael + Gabriel, PG]

[narwhalseason.livejournal.com]

I must warn you: there will be no happy ending.

(How can there be, when the angels keep rebelling and falling like stars? How can there be, when brother turns against brother and sister claws out the eyes of sister?)

Gabriel finds me coiled into a miserable ball. Presses a suddenly formed hand against my back with such tenderness that I almost want to sob.

“Raphael-“

…Want to sob, for who knows when even that shining hand of a sister-brother will grow claws and swipe at my very being? (It happened with Lucifer, it’ll happen again.)

“I thought that our brother would be the last one to fall,” I whisper, in a miserable tone soaked with tears despite myself, “I thought-“

…I thought wrong, as Gabriel heaves a sigh in a voice that has serenaded our father so sweetly and presses a sword into my hand with fingers that have ripped so bluntly.

There will be no happy ending.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, in a hundred years they'll remember your name

Filled, Thor 2011 Thor/Jane

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

In a hundred years they'll remember your name, but only in science books and historical romances.

You'll be the new Juliet to a godly Romeo.

The woman who proved and produced a working version of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge to reunite with her lost love.

In a hundred years on your world you'll be a queen among scientists and the ideal of lonely women everywhere and a joke to everyone else.

In a hundred years on another planet they'll remember your name because Thor will still be mourning your passing in the way that only an immortal can. They will whisper amongst themselves that only his brother had ever been able to bring him out of a funk and they will despair that the both of you are lost to him.

In a hundred years they will remember your name, because they are all descendants of your children: though none of those children was ever birthed by you.

In a hundred years they'll remember your name, but few will remember your sacrafice: giving up your love for the good of humanity.

[tigriswolf]

Inception/White Collar, Arthur&Neal as fraternal twins, they've never been on the same side of the law

Conservation of Law – Inception/White Collar, Arthur and Neal, PG

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

They've never been on the same side of the law.

While Neal was smashing the grading curve in school, Arthur was cheating the other kids out of their allowance money with a combination of loaded dice and fast reflexes.

While Neal creating beautiful artwork and passing it off as old masters to make ends meet, Arthur had joined the army and become an expert in a brand-new fight-training technology.

When Neal went to jail to pay for his crimes, Arthur left the army, taking a silver briefcase with him.

Then an FBI agent had come for Neal to make his talents legitimate again, and Arthur had found an extractor that needed a good pointman.

They called each other on burner cell phones every few weeks, and when Neal had heard about Arthur's new profession, he'd spent a solid minute laughing.

"What are we, the Brothers Conservation-of-Law?"

"Only one of us can be legit at any given time? Apparently," Arthur had responded, his smirk audible.

"Ok, I'll promise I won't let my big, bad FBI handler anywhere near you," Neal promised, still trying not to crack up.

"And I'll promise I won't go invading his dreams."

"Couldn't you have picked a less weird criminal profession?"

"You imitated art to con people, I'm imitating life for the same reason," Arthur said.

Neal was silent for a moment. "I like to see you sometime, if you can manage it. I want to see you in action."

"Think you can manage a good painting for my apartment?"

"Please," Neal said, the accompanying eye roll almost audible.

Arthur laughed. "Where?"

"I'm ah... I can't really leave the city. Or much beyond a certain radius."

"Then I'll find you. Later, bro."

Neal ended the call, wiping and tossing the phone automatically, knowing Arthur was doing exactly the same thing thousands of miles away. He knew Peter was going to wonder why he was in such a good mood, but he really couldn't stop himself from smiling all the way to work.

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Supernatural, Eames/Arthur, you're standing at a crossroads

[tigriswolf]

Supernatura/Jack Reacher, author's choice, Jack repaid a favor once by taking a week to teach two teenage brothers how to fight dirty

no fic but...

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

LOVE. Jack Reacher and the Winchesters? That's just a prompt made of awesome.

[jokers-daughter.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries; Damon/Elena; "I seem to have misplaced my pants."

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

“I seem to have misplaced my pants.”

Elena tried to hide the smirk as she snuggled deeper under the covers. “That could be a problem.”

His eyes narrowed. “And my shirt.”

She shrugged. “Am I supposed to keep track of your clothes now?”

“Elena…” he said playfully threatening, advancing on her.

“What?” she said, fighting the smile as she slowly edged over to the other side of the bed.

“If I go downstairs,” he said, suddenly hovering over her, pinning her underneath him, "am I going to find them in some totally ridiculous place?"

"How should I know?" she said, shoving lightly at his chest. "You probably just tossed them over the ceiling fan, or something. You weren't exactly thinking straight."

He stared at her, turned to stare at the spot on the bedroom floor where his clothes had dropped after she took them off him last night, and looked back at her. “You’re pure evil,” he said, leaning in close.

“Learned from the best,” she said, finally grinning up at him.

“Funny,” he said, and then they both stopped worrying about clothes for a while.

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, "Hey Steve, there's a call for you from a hospital in Portland."

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

"Hey Steve, there's a call for you from a hospital in Portland."

He looks up from his guitar, his heart stopped dead in his chest, his whole being frozen for the space of an age.

The phone is there and he's reaching for it, but he's still not thinking past the words "hospital" and "Portland" when he lifts it to his ear.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?" He breathes the word, grips the phone tighter as his eyes close. It's Tim. His voice is heavy with tired and pain and there are more words that don't fully register.

"Hear me?"

Rosalee is looking at him, her face filled with concern, her hand on his arm and Steve realizes he needs to say something. "I...I'm on my way. Tell him I'm on my way," he says into the phone before he hands it to her. "I...Chris...I have to go."

Rosalee smiles and nods, takes the phone and his hand. "We'll get you there."

He stumbles through getting to the airport and on a plane, doesn't remember actually buying a ticket or getting through security...but he has a long flight to remember the words, to feel them sink into him. Words like "accident" and "bad" and "coma"...and by the time he lands the words "dying" and "soon" were pounding in his heart with every step of the plane and into the cab, every breath as he looked on bloodied and bruised faces as they huddled around the door into the room where Chris lay.

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, Parker was convinced that Eliot needed to be hugged more.

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Parker was convinced Eliot needed to be hugged more.

She gets that he doesn’t like to be touched. She understood it even before Sophie took her aside to try to explain why Parker should stop poking him.
She used to be the same way.

And she understands that her not liking being touched came from bad touches when she was a kid and in some sort of unclear and fuzzy way with only a few details and her trying to wrap her limited understanding of other humans around concepts thrown at her she knows Eliot been hurt a lot by people and maybe been bad touched like her and it makes sense.

But she’s discovered that it’s not *everyone* she doesn’t want to be touched by. A pat on the arm from Nate is grounding. Sophie’s feather light touch like she’s trying to not set off an alarm but is actually guiding Parker physically through whatever Sophie’s teaching her somehow makes it all easier to understand.

And hugs from Hardison, once confusing at best, are… nice.

They make her insides untense and her lips smile and the world seem a little nicer.

Safer, brighter, and in ways that she actually likes.

Eliot needs that.

It’s slow going. Sneaking up on Eliot is a bad idea. He’ll turn down a hug if offered and he’s really really tense whenever he does let her hug him.

But she can be patient. She’s the best thief in the world so she figures she’s up to reverse stealing Eliot’s liking of hugs.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Pete/Myka, (S)he wasn't sure how long (s)he had loved (him/her), but it felt like forever. (Author's choice as to who the POV is from).

Spoilers for 3x16, "Awakening"

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla, It felt good to be back to his old self, even if the Vampire Queen had been a colossal disappointment.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Othello, Desdemona, Of all the ways to go, she hates this the least

Fill

[eaemilia.livejournal.com]

Of all the ways to go, she hates this the least. She does not want to die, she does not want to gasp for air, she does not want the world to fade away, she does not want to die for a crime she has not committed and could not argue her innocence for, but out of all of the ways to die, this she hates least.

She does not enjoy the suffocating press of the pillow on her face and the weight of her husband on top of her as he crushes the life out of, or the way her world narrows to the horrible tightness in her lungs as she tries to breathe and the heaving sobs of her husband as he presses harder against her. As everything flickers and fades, she begs God to save her, to prove her innocence and give her another chance at life. But even as she prays, she knows it is too late, and even if the Lord saves her, how can she look at her husband again after he has done this, this horrible betrayal?

And yet, in a bed covered in her wedding sheets with her husband above and the silky press of the pillow against her face, she can almost pretend as she fades away that this is a moment of intimacy rather than the most wretched of crimes and that gives her some peace.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, Of all the things to happen today, being stuck in a cave with an increasingly cuddly Major was not on the top of David's checklist.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Pete/Myka, She couldn't escape the Warehouse no matter how hard she tried.

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean/Torchwood, Captain Jack Sparrow/Captain Jack Harkness, Nice name.

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary/Torchwood, Tesla/Jack, He could tell right away that this... was going to be fun.

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary/Stargate: Atlantis, Tesla/Parrish, It wasn't everyday one met one's twin.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

"You're here." Snape said sourly.

In fact, Neville was five minutes early. From past experiance with the man, Neville wouldn't have been surprised if he'd arrived a minute late and Snape had refused to see him on that flimsy pretext.

But Snape had said that if Neville arrived at half past seven, Snape would help him with the brewing portion of the cure he was working on.

Neville could have gotten practially any brewer to help but he knew Snape was the best and in this endeavorhe trusted no one but the best.

"Don't stand there gaping like a first year hufflepuff, get in here. I don't have all day to waste on this foolishness."

Despite the bite in Snape's words Neville can see the gleam of anticipation in his eyes as he reads through Neville's notes ont he various ingrediants they will be using.

Snape snatches a quill off his desk and begins writing over them, crossing some out and writing in other things.

"Well?" Neville asked when sometime had past.

"We'll begin in 1/2 an hour, I hope you brought everything you need." Snape turned and stalked back upstairs.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and let hope fill him.

Maybe he could cure his parents after all...

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0/Three Rivers, Steve/Danny & or / Andy, Really, Steve thought, that guy was so much less attractive than he was.