comment_fic | Tuesday ✎ 3-Word Prompts

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creepy_shetan, your host this week. Are you ready to prompt, brainstorm, write, and/or lurk? (I see you over there, hiding behind the potted plants and our prized statue of Christian Kane. Your newspaper is upside down, btw.)

Today's theme is 3-word prompts. All prompts must be three words long. It's as simple as that. ~_^

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
✦ any fandom with telephones, any +/ any, "Call me back."
✦ The Witcher (Netflix or book 'verse), any +/ any, "It's here. Somewhere."
✦ author's choice, any +/ any, sharing a blanket

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From:

creepy_shetan

any fandom with telephones, any +/ any, "Call me back."

From:

creepy_shetan

The Witcher (Netflix or book 'verse), any +/ any, "It's here. Somewhere."

From:

asphaltcowgrrl

I love these two together and I tend to blend both the books and the show together. Hopefully you enjoy!

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“Jaskier,” Geralt called in the direction of the bard’s backside.

“Just a minute,” he called back, waving a hand in the witcher’s general direction.

“Jaskier,” Geralt repeated, shaking his head.

The idiot was headfirst in his satchel, digging around. God only knew what he was looking for, and smart men knew better than to ask. He’d made that mistake once, he remembered. Never again.

Geralt briefly wondered if Yen knew an enchantment that could enable him to stuff the annoying bard into his satchel and immediately discarded the idea. While Jaskier drove him to his wit’s end, he needed the extra set of eyes on this job. Although, he definitely didn’t need the extra mouth. Especially one that never closed.

“Jaskier,” Geralt tried one more time. “What are you looking for?”

“Just hold on,” he said, pulling his head out of the bag long enough to throw an impatient look the witcher’s way. I know I have it. It’s in here. Somewhere.” He shook his head and dove back in, muttering something about having too many pockets and how he’d never thought he’d ever utter such a thing.

Geralt looked at Roach. He swore that, if the horse could have given him a shrug, she would have. Couldn’t say he blamed her, honestly. He opened his mouth to yell at the bard to stop it, right now, when Jaskier turned to him, a huge grin on his face.

“Told you I had it,” he said, triumphant.

Squinting his eyes, he studied the thing Jaskier held in his hand. “But… what is it?”

“This, my dear witcher, is a book, perhaps you’ve heard of them?”

He believed that one day he was going to strangle this annoying man, but that day would not be today. “Yes, bard, I am familiar with the concept.” Geralt took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. “The question remains, why are you showing it to me?”

“Because you need to relax, Geralt,” Jaskier said. He rose from his place by the satchel and relocated himself to a spot next to Geralt, in front of the fire. “You’ve injured yourself and while you are healing, you still need to rest.”

Geralt grunted.

Jaskier took that as a cue to continue, which it absolutley wasn’t, but he’d ignore that for the moment. “And since you need to rest, as do I, maybe I could read you some poetry?”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Geralt confessed. “Sing, if you must, but please, no poetry.”

“You,” Jaskier sighed, pointing a finger at his friend, “are not any fun. What am I to do with myself if I cannot perform?”

“Would you rather I ran screaming into the night, Jaskier?” He gave the bard a hard look. “Because that is what I will do, injured leg or no, if you start reading to me.”

Frowning, the bard leaned sullenly against the tree trunk behind him. “If that’s how you feel…”

“It is.”

“Fine.” He crossed his arms across his chest, pouting. The tips of his fingers brushed against something in his pocket and his face lit up. “Ah, I have the solution.” He whipped out a long metal tube and brandished it before Geralt.

“Do I even want to know what that is?”

“It is a flute, you heathen,” Jaskier said, smiling as he teased his friend. “And music soothes the savage soul. Even one as savage as yours.”

Again, Geralt grunted. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Jaskier replied with a wink. “And you know you like it.”

As he began playing, a happy, flirty little tune, Geralt realized that he did, indeed, like it. Although, he’d never, ever let the bard know as much. Some things truly are best left unsaid.

From:

creepy_shetan

Thank you again! :D

From:

asphaltcowgrrl

You're very welcome. Thanks for the fun prompt. :D

From:

creepy_shetan

author's choice, any +/ any, sharing a blanket

From:

brumeier

Any, Any +/ Any, I need you

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, Spies Like Us

From:

smallhobbit

Ros and Adam were walking slowly through the park, a very large dog walking between the two of them. Finally, they came to a seat and sat together, while the man threw a frisbee for the dog, which bounded over to get it, starting trotting back to its owners, before getting distracted by someone walking past eating a burger and dropping the frisbee behind a couple on another bench. He then returned to Ros and Adam and flopped down in front of them.

After a while Adam received a text, he nodded to Ros and they stood up, before Adam said, “Where’s your frisbee?” The dog obediently trotted over and retrieved it.

Once back at the Grid, Adam said, “You got everything you needed?”

“And more,” Malcolm replied cheerfully. “Even better their conversation began with ‘Of course it’s safe. You can always tell when there are enemy agents around and that couple with the stupid dog clearly aren’t agents.”

The werewolf growled at being called ‘stupid’, but Ros said, “Anyone who can plant a bug in plain sight and not be noticed is certainly not stupid,” and the werewolf wagged his tail.

From:

brumeier

The werewolf certainly comes in handy! No-one would suspect a guy playing with his dog as being a spy (or the dog for being a werewolf spy come to think on it) and that worked out so well here! I feel like every spy agency needs a were-something on their side. Invaluable! ::grins::

Thanks for the great fill!

From:

smallhobbit

Quite - the more ordinary looking the better! And thank you, I'm glad you liked it :)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Werewolf!Lucas is the agent who keeps on delivering. Wonderful fill!

From:

smallhobbit

So many prompts which provide him with potential. Thank you!

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, you without me

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, into the wild

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, Days Go By

From:

creepy_shetan

..."and still I think of you"? ♫

......I might have a go at this one, whether that's a yes or a no, hahaha.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Actually more like “those days go by / and we all start again” but either way I would love to see what you come up with.

From:

creepy_shetan

(I got an idea that doesn't really go with either of our songs. XD)

Capa watched Mace dig into the Friday evening meal Cassie had prepared for them.

"I thought you swore off of broccoli on Tuesday." He felt the others' eyes swing from him to Mace. Everyone know what he was indirectly asking.

"That was Tuesday." He speared a particularly large floret onto his fork and stuffed it into his mouth. He met Capa's gaze right as he swallowed it. Then he took a bite of pasta and, smiling, gave his compliments to the chef.

Capa nodded to Cassie, but he couldn't quite echo his thanks aloud like the rest of the table.

~*~*~*~

"I thought you said you were done with this last week," Mace commented, one arm braced above Capa's head.

"That was last week," Capa replied just as quietly, his lips grazing Mace's three-day beard.

He swallowed a low sound as Mace found that spot behind his ear -- the one that always made him shiver; the one that he was especially careful to hide under his longer-than-usual hair, despite knowing full well that Mace never left a visible mark... Not after the first one, anyway.

Feeling more than hearing Mace laugh, Capa smiled back, both acutely aware of heat and proximity.

(I rewatched this movie last weekend and unsurprisingly wanted to write something fun and silly to counteract the pain that is canon. It's Thursday, and I thought I'd post this on Monday, eek.)

From:

nagi_schwarz

This is so good! Such a good movie and I am glad you rewatched it.

From:

creepy_shetan

Yay, thank you! :D You have no idea how happy I am that you know this movie and like it, too. :D

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, sisters before misters

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, the right moves

From:

helsinkibaby

"So this is how it is?" A very happy, smiling Ethan Choi arrived to the table where Dean and Hannah were sitting, dropping his hands on a rather bemused looking Dean's shoulders. "You're sitting out the dancing at my wedding?" Hannah leaned back as she took a sip of her water, a grin forming on her lips. It wasn't often that she saw Ethan so relaxed. And it definitely wasn't usual to hear a genuine Dean Archer laugh, see him grinning - grinning! - up at his friend.

"Just letting the dance floor warm up," he said but that didn't seem to hold water with Ethan, who shook his head sadly.

"Tragic, man," he opined. "Once upon a time, you'd be the first one up there."

It was fair to say that Hannah's eyebrows rose up to her hairline at that, her head moving from side to side in a hard double take. The motion must have caught Dean's attention because he threw out a hand in her direction. "What about Asher over there?" he demanded. "I don't see you trying to convince her."

"Hey!" Hannah held up her water glass, which was significantly less empty than it had been a few moments earlier. "I'm taking a water break; I've been out there all night." She also had the aching feet to prove it, but she figured it was worth every second of pain. It had been a long time since she'd danced the night away.

"I can confirm, the lovely Doctor Asher has been a delightful dance partner." Ethan's eyes, warm and smiling, met Hannah's and she suddenly started to entertain the possibility that his congenial manner might not be purely as a result of marrying the love of his life. "Which you would know, if you'd ever get out there."

Just then, the music changed from fast 90s pop to something a great deal slower and April appeared at Ethan's side. "I believe they're playing our song," she said, barely even looking at Hannah and Dean, as if she hadn't even noticed they were there. For all Hannah knew, she hadn't. And suddenly, it was like they didn't exist for Ethan either, because without a word, he slipped his arm around her waist and walked her into the middle of the dance floor, swaying and staring into each other's eyes like they were the only people in the world.

Watching them, Hannah felt a slow smile spreading across her lips and she didn't try to stop the happy sigh that escaped. Too late she remembered that Dean Archer, the literal embodiment of sarcasm, was sitting right beside her, and he wasn't likely to hold back on teasing her about that. Glancing over at him, sure enough, she saw him staring right at her, a lightness to his eyes and his countenance that she didn't often see. Maybe the romance of the day was getting to him too.

Then he tilted his head towards the dance floor and said eight words that made her jaw drop. "Come on... let's show them how it's done."

"Excuse me?"

She couldn't keep the shock out of her voice but Dean barely blinked. "If I don't get out there, Ethan's never gonna let me hear the end of it."

Hannah narrowed her eyes. "Wow, way to make a girl feel special there, Dean."

He rolled his eyes and she was back on solid ground suddenly. "Fine." Standing, he extended his hand towards her. "Hannah Asher, would you do me the honour of this dance?"

He sounded so ridiculous that Hannah could only laugh, laying her hand in his and allowing him to help her up from her chair. Much to her surprise, he took her in his arms in a ballroom hold, akin to something she might see on Dancing With the Stars and grinned down at her. "Follow my lead," he said, all confidence, and her jaw dropped as she let him begin to move her around the floor.

She'd never danced like this before and it took them - or rather, her - a second to get the hang of things but before too long, Hannah was laughing in delight as Dean moved them easily around the floor, managing her movements with one hand on the small of her back, the other hand in hers. "You can really dance!" She knew she sounded surprised but she couldn't help it - she'd worked with Dean for almost a year now and never would she have guessed that the snappy surgeon knew how to cut a rug.

She could probably count on one hand the amount of times she'd seen him smile; she got another one now. This one was sheepish, almost embarrassed. "Grandma Archer was quite the mover back in the day," he told her. "And when she was minding the Archer boys, she decided that we made the perfect dance partners."

"Oh my god, that is the cutest thing I've ever heard." She wasn't sure whether it was the image in her head or the wince on his face that made her laugh.

"Never repeat that."

Hannah lifted one eyebrow. "I'm not scared of you."

His grimace would have given her pause if she wasn’t close enough to see the twinkle in his eyes, the way his lips twitched, just a little, right at the edges. “Yeah, somehow I got that.”

"Don't pretend like you don't like the challenge," she told him. "That's why I'm your favourite attending."

"Well, to be fair, at the moment it's pretty much between you and Halstead so it's not like I have a lot of choice..." Hannah gasped in mock indignation and he actually chuckled. "Why don't we add it on to the list of things you can't tell anyone about me?"

Which brought something else to mind but because they were on a dance floor, surrounded by their colleagues, Hannah decided not to bring up his kidney condition. "And what's in it for me? Keeping your secrets, I mean."

Too late, she realised how flirty that sounded. She was losing her marbles, she thought. Which considering she was dancing with Dean Archer in front of all their colleagues, might just explain a whole lot of things. Except he didn't seem to be offended by it, or upset, or amused or any of the dozen of emotions that she could name. Instead, he was perfectly calm as they kept dancing. "Well, dinner might be a start." Hannah froze, and promptly stepped on his toes. She sputtered apologies as he smoothly picked up the rhythm, his voice still calm as he said, "Okay, so that was a surprise to you."

Reeling from both the words and the understatement, Hannah took a deep breath and concentrated on pulling herself together. "You want to take me to dinner?"

"I do." Dean tilted his head. "Of course, once again my choices are limited, being as I have this whole renal diet to adhere to, but I'm confident we'll find someplace that won't let us starve..." He paused again, and they did a lap of almost half the dance floor before he continued. "So? What do you say?"

And in that moment, Hannah saw it. The slight hint of nerves, of uncertainty thrumming underneath the surface. This wasn't a joke or a tease, or even two colleagues just dancing at a colleague's wedding. This was something. Or at least the start of it.

When she realised that? The answer was easy.

"Yes."

From:

brumeier

This is sweet! I like the banter and the dancing, and the secretly nervous Dean going for it with Hannah. Quite the night of surprises for her! LOL! Thank you so much for this delightful fill!