Tuesday: Love-Hate Relationships
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comment_ficGreetings! For Tuesday, our second prompt will be Love-Hate Relationships. I don't think this one needs any explanation, so have fun!
Here's your reminder about 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.
Finally, please format your prompts like so, for our beloved code monkeys.
Examples:
> Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer, was there a time when they didn't fight?
> Supernatural, Gabriel/Zachariah, Zachariah lives for the rules, and Gabriel lives to break them
> Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Bertie, Jeeves takes great satisfaction in burning truly hideous outfits
Please enjoy yourselves, and please do have a look at the lonely prompts at the Delicious archive as well. :)
(tag=theme!lovehaterelationships)
Here's your reminder about 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.
Finally, please format your prompts like so, for our beloved code monkeys.
Examples:
> Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer, was there a time when they didn't fight?
> Supernatural, Gabriel/Zachariah, Zachariah lives for the rules, and Gabriel lives to break them
> Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Bertie, Jeeves takes great satisfaction in burning truly hideous outfits
Please enjoy yourselves, and please do have a look at the lonely prompts at the Delicious archive as well. :)
(tag=theme!lovehaterelationships)
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Date: 2011-06-07 07:34 am (UTC)Fill: Like Children on a Playground - Clark/Lex, PG
Date: 2011-07-09 04:24 pm (UTC)Sometimes he just wants it to be over. He thinks that he would feel it, the moment he woke up, if he could just wake up one day and not have this sickness is his blood. This inexplicable something that makes his pulse race whenever Lex steps into a room. And not the way that Clark's pulse races whenever he approches some other dangerous thing. Nothing feels quite like being near Lex, and sometimes Clark wants it to stop. He wants to be able to look at Lex and truly see him for what he's become. See the pain that he's caused, the lives he has ruined. He doesn't know why his heart is still stuck in he past. Why he can't look at Lex's sneer without remembering his smile; can't see the glow of Lex's Kryptonite ring without remembering how good it had felt to touch him, when Clark was allowed to touch Lex.
Then Clark thinks. He wonders if Lex has the same sickness as Clark. If the reason he can't rid himself of his affliction is because it's not a personal illness, it's an infection. And he and Lex pass it back and forth to one another like children on a playground, breaking one another's toys and picking up one another's germs. Clark talks a big game, but deep down he knows the truth. He could be dead a dozen times over if Lex didn't feel some mercy towards him. Others have stood up to Lex and, one by one, Lex knocked them all down. Why should Clark be any different? The thought keeps Clark up at nights.
He tried putting words to the things he thinks about, once. He labelled that indifference he sometimes wishes for as 'hate'. He called Lex 'evil' and himself 'good.' But if hate is the opposite of what Clark's feeling now, then what he's feeling now must be labelled-
Clark's decided he'd rather not put names to everything. Lex is Lex and Clark is Clark and what they feel for each other can't be comfortably defined any more than it can be stopped.
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Date: 2011-06-07 09:16 am (UTC)Filled 1/2
Date: 2011-06-12 08:23 am (UTC)Alfred Pennyworth had dreamed of this day for a seeming eternity. The day when all of his family would be seated around the table, enjoying a simple Sunday dinner. The leg of lamb had been flown in from New Zealand and seasoned with salt and pepper before being expertly roasted on the rotisserie. Bruce sat at one end of the table and he at the other. The children, all five of them, were seated across from each other. Alfred had hoped that they would remember their manners, but to his disappointment, it was the eldest child that had started it. Tim had moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure as he savoured his first bite.
“Hey Tim?” Dick smirked. Tim cracked an eye open in response. “Your Welsh is showing,” Dick laughed. At least Tim had swallowed before replying to the joke.
“Bite me,” he growled.
“Timmy’s Welsh?” Jason asked incredulously. Dick chuckled and nodded. Jason put his hands together in prayer and looked towards the ceiling. “Thank you God. Thank you for noticing that I’ve been a good boy lately.” Tim glared as he shoved a second forkful of lamb in his mouth. Jason waited and was rewarded for his patience when Tim caved to the delicious flavour.
“Don’t even say it,” Bruce interrupted when he saw Jason’s grin. “Damian’s only twelve.”
“Tt,” Damian snorted. He reached up to his mouth and bit a piece of lamb off and dropped it to the floor. A dark grey cat purred in delight at the morsel from his master.
“Master Damian, please refrain from throwing food onto the carpet,” Alfred scolded.
“Sekhmet likes lamb,” Damian replied. “And you didn’t give him enough obviously, or he wouldn’t be begging me for more.”
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:14 pm (UTC)You come and go, and it's usually, six times out of ten, for a favor.
It's not that I really mind, I'd do almost anything for you, Kazu. Even if I have to bitch, whine, and swear through it and beat you black and blue later to feel that I came out well in the end without regret, I still would.
The rest is over here. (http://ficby-pchan.livejournal.com/428.html)
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Date: 2011-06-07 10:10 am (UTC)Re: Old Habits Die Hard, PG13
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