Five of this, one of another
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comment_ficHello! Welcome to Monday and today’s theme of 5+1. It’s almost half a dozen of one thing and one of another.
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Leverage, team, five times a lie was told and once a truth was told
A-Team, team, five times Hannibal wondered if the team would ever work and one time they surprised him by working great together
Tin Man, DG, five times DG felt out of place in the OZ and one time she felt right at home
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Have fun posting prompts and please remember the rules.
-No more than three prompts from one fandom
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No spoilers in your prompt until a week after the date of airing or publication. If you think it could be a spoiler, be safe and treat it as a spoiler. Thanks.
-If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn the reader or leave a gap so the reader can skip.
-If your prompt gets filled you can leave another prompt.
Please format prompts in the fashion that the code monkey’s can use.
Examples of 5+1
Leverage, team, five times a lie was told and once a truth was told
A-Team, team, five times Hannibal wondered if the team would ever work and one time they surprised him by working great together
Tin Man, DG, five times DG felt out of place in the OZ and one time she felt right at home
If a prompt doesn’t tempt you for filling take a look at the lonely prompts.
Tag=5+1
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:34 am (UTC)Leverage, team, 5x a lie was told and 1x a truth was told
Date: 2011-09-12 06:39 am (UTC)Lie #2: "Oh yeah, really...the best performance of Ophelia I have ever seen."
Lie #3: "Never seen better."
Lie #4: "Me neither."
Lie #5: "I can't wait to come back to see it again tomorrow night."
Truth #1: "Thank you so much! I love you all for coming!"
Truth #2 (bonus): "My cheeks hurt. Can I stop smiling now?"
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His father, in tears, begs him to stay: to forego the madness of the Noldor, to stay true to the Valar.
Well, Glorfindel answers, he must stay true to Turgon, though his father will not. (His blood is stirred, too, by the words of Fëanor, and yearning for freedom in the wilds of Beleriand, though he does not say it).
In the end he leaves, and never turns back. Still, he never forgets the sound of his proud, proud mother's weeping.
2
He and Ecthelion are each other's dearest friends, closer than brothers - almost.
How easy it is, for all this, to misread the brightness of Ecthelion's eyes, his smile, his touch; and to let himself be misread.
Then, one night, Ecthelion's lips are on his and he stills entirely, so deeply surprised he almost forgets to breathe.
Soon Ecthelion withdraws, and though Glorfindel has said nothing he can see grief on his friend's face, a grief so acute he longs to hold out his hand and touch Ecthelion in comfort - but must not, does not.
They never speak of it again.
3
She is heart-broken, she says. Idril writes him passionate love-letters, and follows him on bare-feet throughout the palace; she lets out loud, melancholy sighs.
A lonely young girl has her hobbies, he supposes. Besides, she soon learns that she had much rather go riding with her aunt Aredhel, and only rarely remembers to look lovelorn when he comes by.
4
Aredhel slips into darkness and death so fast, so unexpectedly that they do not even have the time to call her son.
It is Glorfindel who brings him the news; still in shock, he watches as Maeglin, for the first, the last time, breaks. But he is grieving, too, and bitter.
'I failed to protect her,' he says. 'I was among those who escorted her, and I let her stray to your father.'
Maeglin looks up at him, wordless, shattered, but already undecipherable. Glorfindel falters, and then extends a hand which Maeglin takes quietly.
'But then we would not have you.'
5.
The struggle, a grip in his hair, tumbling. His body, crashing against rocks.
Erestor screams.
and 1
Being reborn, he feels unchanged and that, in itself, is troubling. He died, and at once resumed the course of his life; but the world has changed, his king is long dead, and the lands in which he lived, sunk.
One evening, on the shores of the sea, he meets a man, grey-eyed and dark-eyed, oddly familiar and yet... different, and strange, Elven and not - Elrond Peredhel.
For the first time, he feels his old life break away, and his heart, his very being shatters - and in the same instant, is remade, around that man whom he will love now and protect.
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:43 am (UTC)Very Versatile 1/2 (Inara, crew, PG-13)
Date: 2011-09-12 06:46 am (UTC)Inara let herself go limp and exhaled slowly, barely managing to lift one languid hand to push her hair from her damp forehead. “That was...quite exhilarating, really.”
Wash grinned at her. “Yeah? You wanna do it again sometime?”
The tension lying thick on the bridge was cut with her laughter. “Flying my shuttle is enough excitement for me, I think. Flying the ship is best left to you, even if I did manage not to crash it this one time.”
***
II. Fix
“No, not – yes, that's it, right there, don't stop!”
Wedged under Serenity's stalled engine, doing her best not to wonder what, exactly, was dripping on her face, Inara twisted the – well, she had no idea precisely what she was twisting, actually, but it spun around between her fingers and was apparently very vital to the repairs Kaylee was attempting to make.
A few clicking sounds were accompanied by the sizzle of sparks and Kaylee's excited cry of, “Yes! We did it, 'Nara, you fixed Serenity!”
“Excellent,” Inara said, her voice muffled by layers of engine. “Could you pull me out now? I love the ship, but I don't care to spend eternity as part of her.”
***
III. Foolishness
Breathless, Inara tossed back her rumpled bedding.
“You didn't really think I'd be there, did you?” The thread of sound was barely more than a whisper, not meant to be pinpointed.
Making an extreme effort to hold back her giggles, Inara flung open the trunks holding her clothing, one by one. “I will find you, mei mei, sooner or later.”
“You might not. I might have disappeared,” said River's tiny voice, and Inara narrowed her eyes, venturing back towards the bed and sitting down on it with a carefully exaggerated sigh.
“That would be very sad, River, because – ha!” Leaning down until her hair touched the floor and yanking up the trailing blankets had, indeed, revealed River, flattened in the darkness beneath the bed. “Found you. Does that make it my turn?”
“Um,” said a new voice, from the doorway behind her, “I'll just...come back later maybe, when you're done talking to your bed there.” Looking backwards past her legs, Inara could just make out an upside down version of Mal, rapidly leaving.
“Don't hide in his bunk,” said River, sticking her head clear of the bed. “He might get the wrong idea.”
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IV. Funeral
She sang over the graves.
Her dark coat was as heavy as her heart, but she sang anyhow, because that is the duty of a Companion performing a funeral rite.
It should have been the Shepherd's job, of course, but under the circumstances, she was the closest thing to religion, to compassion and absolution that they possessed. So she sang, her voice thin, but true and pure, carrying for the dead and for those still living.
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V. Fire
“Huh.” Mal stared down at the body behind him before turning his attention up to where she stood on the catwalk, hands locked around the grip of the gun she'd grabbed off an unconscious Jayne. “Were you aimin' for his head?”
Taking a deep breath to center herself and cover her unease, she nodded. “Of course. I always hit what I'm aiming for.”
Mal grinned. “In that case, good shot. And look sharp, cause we got more comin' in. Oh, and I know it's gotta be tempting, but don't go shootin' me, alright?”
She rolled her eyes, but the time for banter had ended, gunfire ringing out once more, and she ducked, steadied herself, and took aim again.
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:43 am (UTC)5 People Muraki Killed + 1 He Let Go
Date: 2011-09-12 05:03 am (UTC)2. Papa Smurf. Too smurfy for his own good.
3. Anakin Skywalker. Whiny wifekiller.
4. Bob. Bob is so annoying.
5. Some random dude who looked like Chief Konoe. Oops.
He let go Justin Bieber, inexplicably.
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Date: 2011-09-12 06:41 am (UTC)1. "I love you."
Severus couldn't believe it when he heard Lily had kissed James Potter for a dare in the Owlery. When the other third of their little study group- the third that hadn't blown him off for a Gryffindor jock with an overblown ego- showed up, he couldn't help himself. Lily might not want him, but Remus did. Their out of the way little corner of the library was never disturbed, so he took advantage of the privacy and pressed his lips to the smaller boy's, enjoying his blissful reaction. Afterwards, he made the declaration he'd wanted to make for so long, but to the wrong friend.
2. "It's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
Sometimes Severus feels like he spends all of his time either being tormented by his boyfriend's friends or reassuring said boyfriend that he isn't hurt/angry/upset about the attacks. Nothing could be further from the truth, but Severus knows better than to ask Remus to pick between him and the Marauders. He doesn't fancy being left alone.
3. "I have to study for Potions."
Snape thanks Merlin that Remus isn't in Advanced Potions with him, when Lucius begins training him to receive the Mark. He just pretends he's struggling in the class, and any incidental injuries can be explained by exploding cauldrons and the like. Remus wouldn't understand- has no idea what it's like to want to belong so desperately you'll do anything.
4. "It's just a little burn."
When Severus returns for sixth year with the Mark, he wraps it in gauze before going to see Remus. His boyfriend places gentle lips over the bandage, kissing it affectionately, and it's so profoundly wrong it makes Severus sick. He's been having second thoughts since the tattoo was seared into his arm, and he wonders, for the first time, if Remus really could "kiss it all better". It's too late though- he's made his choice, and he'll have to live with it.
5. "You monster!"
He'd just wanted to know. He'd suspected his boyfriend was cheating on him with Black, and he'd been desperate to find their little love nest, to expose them and hurt Remus the way the other boy was hurting him. Instead, he stumbled into a werewolf's den. He knew instantly it was Remus- the wolf's gold eyes held something close to terror as it lunged at him, and Severus knows that, if the wolf hadn't veered to the side at the last minute, he would have been a goner. Screw what the books say, Remus was able to overcome the wolf's instincts to save him. His boyfriend is in there somewhere, even the one night a month he doesn't get to inhabit his own body. But the words have already been spoken, in a rush of fear and betrayal, and Remus clearly never intends to speak to him again.
And the truth:
1. "I love you."
They're older now- Severus is the bane of Hogwarts and Remus is the quiet new professor, going grey around the edges but still beautiful in a way Snape can't quite describe. When he goes to his old boyfriend's quarters after the welcome feast, he tries to explain, considers and disregards a thousand arguments for why he deserves another chance and in the end, stands before Remus with nothing but the simple, honest truth. The way he feels, the way he suspects he's always felt. It isn't enough.
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Date: 2011-09-12 05:52 am (UTC)I hope this is a decent try...
Date: 2011-09-13 12:51 am (UTC)Castiel stared down at the mixture of blood and slick tissue in the toilet, his fingers curling over his stomach. Another failure he thought, a sharp twist of emotion he couldn’t identify causing him to raise a hand to rub over his breastbone.
He didn’t understand why his vessel kept rejecting the organ he was trying to create.
“Hey, Cas, are you done in there?” Sam’s voice called out from the other side of the door.
“Yes,” Castiel snarled at the door, then blinked, taken aback at his own sudden temper. “I’m finished,” he continued in an easier tone, reaching out to flush the toilet before opening the door. He wondered if this endeavor was worth the effort.
Dean raised a quizzical eyebrow at him as he stepped out, but said nothing and turned back to the computer screen. The pain in his chest eased at the sight of him. Yes, it would all be worth the effort to succeed in the end, he thought as he leaned over Dean’s shoulder to read the article on the screen. Dean smiled and leaned to bump his shoulder against Castiel’s hip.
Dean deserved a child and Castiel wanted to give it to him.
2.
Dean rolled over in his sleep. Castiel rose and fell with the motion of the mattress from where he perched on the edge, watching him. He traced the curve of Dean’s arm where it stretched out over the space Castiel usually occupied when they slept together. As demanding in sleep as was awake. His fingers opened and closed into fists on his thighs and Castiel let out a slow breath. He told himself to stop being so foolish. It had taken so long to make the vessel accept the new organ, it only stood to reason it would take some time to succeed in maintaining the fetus.
And Dean could not be disappointed. He didn’t even know.
Castiel looked down at the hand he didn’t remember setting over his stomach. His fingers twitched at the absence of life and growth that had been there only an hour ago. The beginning of a new soul and body reabsorbed into himself before it could become more than a spark.
Turning back to Dean, Castiel reached out to trace his fingertips over the man’s cheek. Dean stirred with a groan, eyes fluttering as he visibly groped for wakefulness.
“Cas?” Dean slurred at him. He frowned as his eyes cleared and darted over Castiel’s face. “You okay?”
“I am well,” Castiel told him, leaning down to press their foreheads together. He could see that Dean didn’t believe him, but simply slid over and lifted the blanket.
“C’mon Cas, it’s too late to be waking me up like that. Lie down,” Dean said as he began tugging him closer. Castiel went willingly, Curling into the warmth of Dean’s human body.
He would simply have to try again.
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Date: 2011-09-16 06:18 am (UTC)From the moment he met him, John was fascinated by Sherlock Holmes. The man's ability to pluck a person's entire history seemingly out of the air astounded him. It was better than any magic or trick because it was real, honest human intelligence, and that intrigued him like nothing else. That day in the lab was the first time John felt like someone had really seen him since he got back from Afghanistan. For the first time in a long time, he was more than some cripple with a cane. He was a soldier with a story, not just a nasty scar. That feeling, of really being seen and understood, was captivating. He wonders sometimes what his life would have been like if Sherlock had assumed his tan was from a vacation, or had politely kept his mouth shut instead of spouting out John's entire life to whoever happened to be listening. The thought doesn't bear considering.
2. "You're never going to be happy together."
Sherlock knew John and Sarah were doomed from the start. Not because she wasn't pretty or smart enough for John, although she wasn't, but because John was never really himself with her. He put on his company manners when she was around, the ones he used when he came home and found Mycroft in the living room, offering Sherlock's brother tea because it was the polite thing to do. Whenever Mycroft left, John always breathed a little sigh of relief. John is on company manners all the time when he's out in public- behaving like a perfect gentleman, adhering to all of the strange rules society sets out, because it's how he was raised. Home is the only place he's truly himself. Sherlock, who has never bothered to hide, resents Mycroft's visits doubly for robbing his friend of his sanctuary, knowing how much he needs it. And he knows that, so long as he is the only person who provides John with true acceptance, for who he really is not who he wants to be, he'll never lose his friend.
3. "The victim knew her attacker, and thought she could trust him."
Sherlock says it conversationally when he sees Donovan, but John hears the underlying tension in his voice. Lestrade looks up in confusion, because the corpse Sherlock is supposed to be examining is male, but his lips tighten when he sees where Sherlock is looking. He looks like he's about to try to shut the detective up, probably expecting him to say something callous, but Anderson chooses that moment to walk into the room. No one says anything when Sherlock turns and matter of a factly punches the forensic investigator in the mouth. His bloody lip is justice for the shadow of bruising around Donovan's eye, made by a man's palm slapping her hard across the cheek, the spot where Anderson's wedding ring caught her a darker purple in the faint bruising. Later, Sherlock watches John uncertainly, wondering if perhaps hitting Anderson was "A bit not good," but the doctor only smiles at him when he catches the perturbed looks. For once, Sherlock was not only correct, he was in the right, and John knows the compassion which has been growing in his flatmate, which today avenged a woman he doesn't even particularly like, must be a strange feeling for the genius.
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