Thursday - Heat!
Aug. 4th, 2011 01:49 pmI was gonna post another theme but the weather makes it hard to think of anything else. So, the theme for today is heat. Any way you want to interpret that is fine.
Just remember the rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
No spoilers until at least a week after air-/publication date. (If you are wondering if something is a spoiler it probably is)
If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly.
Examples
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Ice cubes on heated skin
X-men first Class, Erik/Charles, heated metal
Dr Who/Star Wars, Eleven/Luke Skywalker, On a desert planet
tag=heat
Just remember the rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
No spoilers until at least a week after air-/publication date. (If you are wondering if something is a spoiler it probably is)
If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly.
Examples
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Ice cubes on heated skin
X-men first Class, Erik/Charles, heated metal
Dr Who/Star Wars, Eleven/Luke Skywalker, On a desert planet
tag=heat
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Date: 2011-08-04 11:50 am (UTC)FILL: Hot Van on a Summer Day (Eliot/Hardison)
Date: 2011-08-04 02:50 pm (UTC)Hardison could swear Eliot actually laughed at his words, breath sending goosebumps over skin that really shouldn't have been able to get chilled, considering they were sitting in a hot van, no air conditioning, middle of a job, with Nate and Sophie and Parker somewhere in the building, and Hardison knew that they really shouldn't have taken the ear buds out. But no one really needs to know what they get up to when he's hacked everything there is to hack and Eliot's hit everything there is to hit.
He wanted to tell him that they really don't have time for this. The con's done, wrap-up would be starting, team's be back in maybe thirty minutes, maybe less, and he has Parker now, and Eliot has..everyone? Jesus, Hardison didn't even know who Eliot has. He opened his mouth to say something when he felt Eliot's tongue dip into the hollow of his throat.
His body went completely still, fingers clutched at Eliot's forearms, twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and Hardison wanted to ask how in the hell he could wear long sleeves in the middle of the summer, but all that came out was, "The hell did you get ice?" He didn't like the way his voice pitched up at the end as Eliot's tongue moved higher, up his neck, licking away sweat and melted ice.
He could feel it against his skin, tiny chip that was getting smaller just from the heat of Hardison's skin and Eliot's mouth. Eliot laughed again, his breath colder now, and making Hardison shiver, and anyone asked? Totally because of the cold, totally. No question about it. His eyes clenched shut, and his head thumped back against the side of the van, but he finally took his hands off Eliot's arms, moving them up to his shoulders.
By the time Eliot has another piece of ice and his mouth starts moving lower, Hardison's hands are tangled in his hair, and he really wasn't sure if he could ever let go. Wasn't even sure he wanted to.
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:48 pm (UTC)FILL: SPN RPF, J2, Post-Apocalypse AU
Date: 2017-02-11 06:10 pm (UTC)The world is dark, vicious, and held together by a very thin thread. They need salvation and grace, yet he has never been a man of faith. However, every time Jensen goes off to war, Jared drops to his knees and bows his head, whispering to the man up above.
His voice drops down to a low, smooth rumble, respectful words flowing from the beautiful mouth that his boyfriend loves to kiss. “God, please,” he pleads in his prayers. “Please, bring him home to me. Bring Jensen home safe, please.”
Jared has yet to crack open the bottle of whiskey and soak his worries in the sting and bite. He left the glass sitting idle on the table, and it taunts him with worries, snarling that Jensen is lying dead in a ditch, eyes cold and lifeless while evil creatures of the night feast on his flesh.
The world has splintered into a chaotic, post-apocalyptic life filled with blood and death, and monsters, bother human and non-human. Life outside of the compound is deadly, dangerous, and every time his soul mate leaves, there is no guarantee Jensen will return.
Every time Jensen leaves, Jared asks him to be safe, cautions him to keep a sharp eye out while he is on patrol, but his boyfriend simply hums and assures him that God is watching out for him and will keep him safe. Jensen leaves his fate in Heavens hands.
By the grace of God and the angel’s his lover returns home. A bit worse for wear, cut up and bleeding, bruised, but alive and breathing and Jensen doesn’t even step one foot inside the door before Jared throws himself into his arms, hugging Jensen with every ounce of love he had beating in his heart.
The younger man is crying tears of relief and joy, not even aware that he was sobbing until Jensen presses a kiss to his cheeks, his lips and his forehead, murmuring soft words of love and devotion.
Jared doesn’t know if his lover is home and safe because God answered his prayers, or if his boyfriend was just a badass with a blade and could survive any evil that came his way.
Truth is, Jared does not care. Because the only thing that matters is that they are together and safe, and his soul mate is kissing him, and for a tiny moment in time, life in this Hellish world is perfect.
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:52 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:53 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean/Castiel,
in Hell they'll tell our story
the angel and the man
in Hell they'll tell our story
bloody Romeo and fallen Juliet
the razor and the rack
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