Wednesday: Domestic Fic

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Hello all. sycophantastic here, and I am so very sorry that this is posting so extremely late. There was a series of distracting events involving a Disney movie and my son staying home from school...but I'm here now and I really do apologize.

The theme today is Domestic Fic, otherwise known as Curtain Fic. Have your character(s) do something quiet & relaxing around the house or for the house.

Please keep these rules in mind:

Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).

No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.

Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

Prompt formatting examples (because proper formatting for the code monkeys is good manners):

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam, fixing Bobby's windows & driving Sam crazy - it was a great weekend

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + any, pizza & beer with the team suddenly turned into very tipsy Steve & Danny watching a romantic comedy alone (who put this on Netflix then hid the damn remote?)

Doctor Who, Eleven/Amy/Rory, a stroll around the TARDIS might last all night, but they want the Doctor to show them everything he's willing to show

Nothing grab your interest? That's alright, there are plenty of Lonely Prompts out there. Feel free to check them out. Aaaand that's your cue. Go fill those prompts!

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[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam, fixing Bobby's windows & driving Sam crazy - it was a great weekend

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + any, pizza & beer with the team suddenly turned into very tipsy Steve & Danny watching a romantic comedy alone (who put this on Netflix then hid the damn remote?)

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven/Amy/Rory, a stroll around the TARDIS might last all night, but they want the Doctor to show them everything he's willing to show

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica; Leoben/Kara/Sam; painting the nursery.

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Percy Weasley, he made his London flat the exact opposite of the Burrow: clean, organized, and entirely his

Fill

[digit-kitten.livejournal.com]

(Hope this is okay. I'm new to this and not all that good)

At the end of a long, stressful day at the Ministry, nothing beat sitting in the silence of his flat in Notting Hill with a stiff drink. The glass was never chipped, the gin never tasted suspiciously like someone had watered it down to make up the difference, but mostly it was the glorious silence.

It was like meditation.

Percy had made his flat into everything his childhood home hadn't been. No clutter on any surface, the fixtures and fittings only ever the best money could buy. The kitchen functional, high-spec but soulless. No family photos, just expensive art.

In his luxurious master bedroom, in the perfectly lovely teak bedside table, there was a single drawer though. Five photos of his family laid in there, under a balled up pair of fluffy but slightly matted, hand-knitted gloves and a drawing of the Weasleys that Ginny had done aged 6, a long line of freckled stick-men. She had used nearly a full orange crayon to render it into colour. He had took this drawing with him, when he left home. No one had noticed.

Percy didn't look into that drawer. He didn't want to want to. He wanted to live in silk and chrome and teak and in perfect order and not miss the cosy chaos of home. No, not home, this was home now. And yet...

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Sam always wanted some kind of home, he just never thought he could love Gabriel's own among pagans this much

[katla-frej.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek & Laura, sharing a bathroom

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

The worst part of sharing a bathroom with your siblings is the fact that you actually have to share the bathroom with them. Well, it’s really not sharing. It’s more like glaring at them through the mirror as they brush their teeth trying not to laugh at you for being so slow this morning that you actually have to wait to take your turn.

Laura grins around her toothbrush, “Snooze you lose.”

Derek shook his head, “It doesn’t take twenty minutes to brush your teeth and your hair.”

Laura bared her sudsy teeth for a moment before she spit and rinsed the toothpaste out of her mouth, “Unlike some people, I actually smile so I would like my teeth to look nice so I don’t scare people away.”

Derek rolled his eyes before he nudged her over and started brushing his own teeth much to her dissatisfaction. Laura pulled her brush through her hair making sure to smack Derek with the brush every other stroke.

“Would you stop that?” Derek growled out after he rinsed his mouth out and snatched the brush out of her hand to take care of his own hair.

“Hey!” Laura reached to grab the brush back but he jerked it out of her reach. “Seriously? We’re going to play this game?”

“Your hair is fine.” Derek rolled his eyes before he handed her the brush.

Laura grinned up at Derek before running her hand over his head to mess up his hair. She let out a bark of laughter before she backpedalled out of the bathroom singing, “Yours isn’t!”

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Gabriel, lazy sunday morning

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley + fledgling, midnight feedings

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

I don't write Good Omens fic! What are you doing to me, woman?!

Crowley's walking up and down the hall, gently bouncing the fledgling in a half-vain effort to get a burp out of the kid when Aziraphale pokes his head out of their room.

"Thought I heard crying," he mutters, clearly still half asleep. Crowley rolls his eyes and turns to walk back to where the angel is slumped against the doorpost.

"You did," he says, "fifteen minutes ago."

"Oh," Aziraphale says, though it turns into an "Oooo--aah," due to a yawn that leaves the angel all soft around the edges. Crowley sighs, pushing down the start of a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"Go back to bed, angel, I've got this one."

Aziraphale hesitates, frowning a bit. "Are you sure? I can--"

"Yes, angel. Go."

The angel makes a noise, soft and accepting, before turning back to bed. Crowley watches him go for a moment, then looks down at the fledgling he's still holding. He jostles the kid once more and is rewarded by an uneven eruption of milk breath. "Finally," Crowley grumbles, heading for the nursery.

Once the fledgling is in the crib, he crawls back into bed, throwing one arm over Aziraphale's waist and burying his nose in the angel's nape. "Better make me pancakes for breakfast," he mutters as his eyes slide shut.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, laundry day

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Rings, Elrond, Most elves are very fond of peace and calm, but Elrond just loves his crazy household.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Interview with a Vampire, Lestat/Louis, cleaning out their coffins

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Wicked, Glinda +/ Elphaba, furnishing their new shared dorm room

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Albus Severus +/ Scorpius, on a mission to make the Slytherin dungeon more homey

Fill: Sarcasm reminds me of home

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Albus isn't ashamed of being a Slytherin. Honestly, there's no house he'd rather be in. He has wonderful friends who don't expect him to be like his father (or his mother), the rest of his house gave up on staring at him after the first week of term (months later there are still Gryffindors who stalk him), and he has an entirely valid new excuse to fight with his older brother - the proud Gryffindor. However, Albus can't help feel that the Slytherin common room is rather depressing. He's use to roaring fires and bright colours, not dark slimy walls and colours that add to the chill in the air. That's why one Sunday morning he decides to put up some decorations that will add a little life to the place, make it more homey.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Albus freezes as the familiar cold drawl hits him. He turns around slowly to see Scorpius standing a few feet away from him; his arms crossed and a reproachful look on his face. Albus blushes, ashamed of being caught in the act. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Scorpius sneers.

Albus fidgets under Scorpius Malfoy's silver stare. Ever since they first met on the train to Hogwarts, Albus has been fascinated by Scorpius' eyes and their ability to make him feel small with a single look; his words and sneer are simply insurance to make sure Albus has got the message.

"It's just, you know, not what I'm use to. The dungeon - it's nice and all but it doesn't really remind me of home. It's so...dark. I just wanted to, I don't know - brighten it up a bit, I guess."

Scorpius rolls his eyes. "Gryffindors and their obsession with light," he scoffs.

Albus looks at his feet and wills his stupid Weasley ears to stop burning. There are some people that still believe the Sorting Hat made a mistake, that think he belongs in Gryffindor, but he hadn't thought Scorpius was one of them. The revelation stings, and suddenly Albus is furious at himself for thinking up such a ridiculous plan.

They stand in silence for a moment before Scorpius sighs. "If you want to make the dungeons more homey I suggest you start in our room rather than the common room. The others won't mind it but Norton and Trent will likely enchant anything you put up in the common room to strangle you; I'm sure they'd find something like that amusing."

Albus looks up cautiously. "Will you mind it?"

Scorpius shrugs elegantly. "As long as it's not lions I'm sure I can live with it."

A grin slowly spreads across Albus' face. He jumps down from the chair he had been standing on and hugs Scorpius. The other boy stiffens and splutters for him to let go. Albus does, and his grin morphs into a leer when he sees that the ever-cool Scorpius Malfoy has been flustered. "Not used to being hugged?"

"That was not a hug - that was an assault."

Albus laughs at the sour look on Scorpius' face as he straightens his robes. "That's how we hug in my family."

"I'm not surprised - that ruffian James Potter is part of your family. I'm sure he 'hugs' you at regular intervals to remind you that he's older and plays Quidditch. Nothing says affection like bruises and broken ribs," Scorpius says sarcastically.

Albus laughs again as he is once more reminded why he loves being a Slytherin and Scorpius' friend.

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, breakfast in bed

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, looking after their baby, naaawwww

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS, Kirk/McCoy, a good bedside manner

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Castiel/Adam; so apparently Castiel is nesting.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Good Omens/Kuroshitsuji, Crowley/Sebastian, they don't do housework, they scare housework into doing itself

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Hudmels + Blaine, Kurt gives the men in his life cooking lessons

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Uriel/Castiel + Claire; in some strange, mind-boggling universe, Cas and Uriel become human and end up having to raise Cas' vessel's daughter. It works out surprisingly well.

[tigriswolf]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth, Peter watches his wife and lover dance in the kitchen

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Anna/Uriel/Castiel/Balthazar; some sort of AU; lazy weekend mornings.

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, cuddled on the couch watching American Idol

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Kronos/Methos, sometimes they just sat in the tent, talking about the future

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

"You are sinful today. Did you stay up too late into the night?" Kronos was prepared for a hard days hunting but addressed Methos with amusement.

"Mmm," Methos responded from his repose on a pile of furs set out in the warm sun and cool breeze. He felt utterly relaxed and without a care in the world.

With a surge of willpower, he rolled over on his back so that he could look lazily up at his brother. "Have you noticed that the stars have changed? And yet, the moon has not. And the Earth has changed but not in any regular pattern. What do you think of that?"

Kronos put aside his hunting equipment and stretched out beside him. "I think it is a good thing we have no priest for he would surely smite you for asking the question." He sounded perfectly content with the situation. "Does that mean that the Earth is more like the stars while we Immortals are more like the moon?"

"I think some day we will find the path to take us to the stars and we will go and see for ourselves."

"I remember the first time I saw someone ride a horse. I wonder if perhaps somewhere someone has figured out how to harness the birds of the air."

Lazing in the sun in the middle of the day with his brother by his side, Methos felt no qualm in asking a taboo question. "Do you think we'll fly, one day?"

And Kronos felt no compunction in challenging the gods themselves. "Surely we will."

Killing had never been a crime any of his tribes any more than it was among this brotherhood of four. Death within the tribe was horrible, but the killing of Others was perfectly fine. Methos understood that to all the people he killed, they were part of a Tribe and he was an Other -- it was an interesting thought that Methos toyed with occasionally, but it hardly mattered.

Sloth, though, was the true crime in any tribe. To waste time on thoughts that hardly mattered, to waste time that could have been spent gathering food or building shelter or creating weapons was a deadly sin.

Relaxing in the spring day, seeing his brother just as relaxed, rambling about taboo subjects and forbidden thoughts, he thought this sinful brotherhood was his paradise.