Monday: First Lines
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meteorfire, and I'll be your guest host for the week!
Today’s theme is First Lines, which means that your prompt is the first lines in the following ficlet. Therefore, when filling a prompt, your story should begin with the provided line.
Some quick examples:
As always, remember to follow the rules:
Have fun, everyone!
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meteorfire, and I'll be your guest host for the week!Today’s theme is First Lines, which means that your prompt is the first lines in the following ficlet. Therefore, when filling a prompt, your story should begin with the provided line.
Some quick examples:
- Doctor Who, any, It was all fine until the Doctor made a paper hat.
- Sherlock BBC, Sherlock & John, There are three things (at least) that you don’t learn about Sherlock until you live with him for a year.
- Merlin BBC, Arthur, Dragons were always bad news.
As always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
Have fun, everyone!
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-14 03:38 am (UTC)“Is this your way of telling me I have too much junk?” Steve asked as he ran his fingers through Christian’s hair. They were relaxing on the couch, just happy to be home after months on tour. Christian tilted his head, where is rested in Steve’s lap, leaning into the touch.
“No, you don’t have too much junk…well maybe a few too many ducks but that’s not what I mean.” Chris replied as he moved to sit up only to be stopped by Steve who shifted to move his hand from Christian’s hair to his chest pinning Chris into place.
“Well if my ducks aren’t the problem what is?? I mean you always loved this house, what’s changed now?” Steve asked, playfulness changing to concern.
Christian’s eyes grew wide. “Steve, nothing has changed..I love this house…our home. It’s just that we are going to need more room if there are three people living here.“
“Chris we are not moving just because you opened our house up to one of the guys. We’ll move some of our stuff into the basement. When are they arriving and how long exactly is our houseguest going to be staying?”
“Sometime within the next six months, hopefully the next 18 years, and I had some help in the inviting.” Chris said grabbing Steve’s hand and sliding it from his chest down to his stomach.
Christian watched as Steve’s expression changed to wonder as the words sunk in. “A baby?” Steve whispered, as if afraid to say the words out loud.
“Yeah, a baby….our baby.” Chris nodded.
“You know we could always add on to this house.. maybe bigger living room and kitchen downstairs and a couple of rooms upstairs.” Steve said.
“You wanna add two rooms?” Christian questioned.
“Yeah, we might as well plan for the future while we are at it.” Steve replied his smile growing impossibly wider as he leaned down to kiss the man he loved.
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:54 pm (UTC)Right and Wrong
Date: 2011-12-12 08:00 pm (UTC)Sam sends up a brief prayer when he hears Dean say the words. He knows exactly where this is going, and it’s not going to end well – most likely, it’ll end with Castiel poofing away, offended, and Dean drinking himself to sleep.
He looks up to see Castiel talking to a pretty redhead. Cas is only slightly interested in what she has to say, and he keeps looking back at his drink. But her hand is slowly, slowly sliding up his thigh, and he isn’t doing anything to stop her. That’s probably why Dean looks about ready to kill something – probably the girl, but quite possibly Cas.
Dean gets up before Sam can stop him, and he slides up to the bar, not-quite-accidentally knocking into Cas’s shoulder. That manages to startle both Cas and the woman, who gives Dean a measuring, judging look.
“Sorry, Cas,” Dean mutters, leaning in a little too close as he moves his face past the shell of Cas’s ear.
Sam watches the interplay cautiously – by now, he can’t hear what’s being said up at the bar. However, he is completely surprised when the girl walks away of her own accord, looking a little put out, and Dean’s hand ghosts over Cas’s hip for an instant, drawing the angel’s eyes.
Well, Sam thinks to himself, Maybe this is going to end well.
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 07:52 pm (UTC)Later, when Parker and Hardison ask, that’s what Eliot will say about how he knows the British doctor they have drinks with while on a job in London.
Parker will envision explosions and Eliot being heroic. Hardison will worry about a battle field under a hot middle eastern sun.
It’s both, in a way, and neither.
It was explosions and heroics and the Middle East but it wasn’t until afterwards when they met.
Eliot had been in the limbo that made up the six months between leaving L.A. and coming to Boston, doing some work in Pakistan that the government would never admit was done in their name. He was injured badly enough to wind up in a field hospital in a bed next to a British Army Doctor who’d taken a bullet in the shoulder only to watch the man who’s life he’d been trying to save take one in the skull.
For John the lifesaving was mostly straight forward. The man was suffering from severe PTSD and slipping away by the hour. Eliot had tried talking to him, joking with him, even provoking his anger one time. Eliot wasn’t exactly in a good place himself but he’d watched enough soldiers slip away while they’re bodies were supposed to be healing for several lifetimes. It didn’t fix John by any means, but he managed to hold the man to this world long enough for John to start fighting again.
And John?
Eliot had gone into the desert to get lost. Somewhere along the way being the good guy had gotten under his skin and he had walked into that fire to try to burn the past year away.
But in the dead of night, the last night before John was sent home and Eliot took his leave, John had asked a simple question that would ring through his head over and over until he got the letter from Sophie about her play and would chase him across the room and back to a bar and into a life where he wasn’t already living on borrowed time.
Parker and Hardison assumed they’d saved each other’s lives in a battle zone, Eliot wouldn’t tell them he and John had saved each other from themselves.
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 01:58 pm (UTC)Boyfriend
Date: 2011-12-12 08:10 pm (UTC)The Evil Scientist of the Week glares at him as the explosions keep going off.
Damn, if Steve’s letting Clint fire this many explosive arrows, he must be pretty pissed off. But then, places reversed, he’d be doing the same damn thing.
There’s a long moment before the door of the control room busts open, revealing Thor and Steve. Thor takes care of Evil Scientist – Tony doesn’t know his name (if the guy told it to him, he wasn’t paying attention) – as Steve makes quick work of the ropes holding Tony to the chair.
“My hero,” he teases as Steve pulls him to his feet.
Steve rolls his eyes fondly, and Tony turns to the freshly-subdued Evil Scientist and says, grinning, “Told you so.”
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:58 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2011-12-12 08:33 pm (UTC)Not many living people know what he is though there are more than a few not quite living who do.
"Ditch baby." They call him. Or "The one with the winding sheet caul."
What they mean is his mother died three days before the gasses from her decomposing body birthed him. What they mean is that he almost died from the poisons that leeched into him from his mother and starvation before his aunt found him.
What they mean is he sees them for what they really are.What they mean is he isn't quite human himself and it scares the shit out him. He can't hide from them just like they can't hide from him.
One thing he's never been able to figure out though...
Just how the hell did he attract the attention of something like Eames?
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Date: 2011-12-12 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 11:31 pm (UTC)Until Eames. Because Eames can't leave anything alone. They can't just work together and be friends; they can't just be friends with benefits or even sometimes lovers...
Eames won't stop pushing Arthur until they're bandying about four letter words and one of those words just happens to resemble 'war' much more closely than Arthur cares for.
"Love is not war, Arthur," Eames tells him. "In war, there is generally a victor... And everyone who loves wins and loses something eventually."
This is the most profound statement that Eames has ever made in Arthur's presence.
"Also, if we didn't love one another, you'd probably hit me, instead of just looking as if you'd like to, when I take the piss out of you, and I'd probably have fucked around by now," Eames continues, which is a bit more like him.
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Date: 2011-12-12 02:09 pm (UTC)SPN, Sam/Lucifer, Possession
Date: 2011-12-12 08:29 pm (UTC)“You said yes to me once, Sammy, and for something a lot more…apocalyptic in scope. Besides, I’m up in here” – the devil taps his head – “and you can’t very well get away.”
“Shut up,” Sam growls, hand reaching for his injured one and pressing down.
This time, though, Lucifer doesn’t so much as flicker.
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Date: 2011-12-12 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-12 04:41 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-07-20 09:25 pm (UTC)He was never really sure if his mom just didn't notice the missing bills or if she tought it was his dad paying them. He hoped she didn't notice, he didn't want her to feel like she owed him anything.
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Date: 2011-12-12 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 05:03 pm (UTC)Spoilers for 7x10 -- Another Take at the Reunion Scene that's Bound to Happen
Date: 2011-12-12 08:19 pm (UTC)Dean knows that, he really does – he knows it as well as he knows his own name that Cas would never ever set out to hurt him, that everything Cas does, he does to try and help.
But that doesn’t fix it, not by a long shot. Dean still hurts, Sam’s still got Lucifer hanging around in his head, and Bobby’s still dead. The world is still well on its way to ending again, and this time there won’t be any kind of assistance from powers above or below.
Cas looks up at him, then, in the silence. Dean sees the fear and hurt in his eyes, just this side of terror, and he breaks a little. God, Cas is standing in front of him, and he looks like he’s about to fall apart.
“I know,” he mumbles, and crosses the room. “Just, please, stay.”
The words are out of his mouth before he’s registered them, but there’s a shimmer of something that fills the room, and he’s got his arms around his angel.
“Forever, if you wish it.”
Dean’s pretty sure he does.
Re: Spoilers for 7x10 -- Another Take at the Reunion Scene that's Bound to Happen
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Date: 2011-12-12 05:04 pm (UTC)I cheated- there's a prologue. So it's technically not first lines. But oh well.
Date: 2012-01-04 08:28 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life as a vessel is very hard, Jimmy told Sam and Dean one day.
But life as the DEVIL'S vessel? Unquestionably harder.
Lucifer is so powerful that his vessel deteriorates in a matter of months.
And the vessel is the one who has to suffer for it.
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Nick is crying again.
Every night, it seems like, Sam must comfort Nick. His loss and his experiences as Lucifer’s vessel have tried him, tested him to the point of breaking and beyond.
Dean swears it’s not fair that Heaven foisted Satan’s vessel on them. He walks out of the room swearing every time Nick wakes them up in the middle of the night, crying.
But Sam understands. He’s been there and survived, although just barely, but, he survived.
So when Nick wakes up crying, Sam is there to comfort him.
Re: I cheated- there's a prologue. So it's technically not first lines. But oh well.
From:Re: I cheated- there's a prologue. So it's technically not first lines. But oh well.
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Date: 2011-12-12 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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