Monday: First Lines
Dec. 12th, 2011 02:34 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
meteorfire.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
comment_ficGood morning, everyone! I’m ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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!
tag= FirstLine
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!
tag= FirstLine
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Spoilers for last week's episode of Chuck
Date: 2011-12-12 06:39 pm (UTC)*
*
*
*
Chuck, Chuck, "You killed me, Charlie," Decker says, and then Chuck wakes up.
*
*
*
*
*
no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 06:41 pm (UTC)White Collar/Inception/RED, twins'verse of your choice (please let me know), PG13 for violence
Date: 2011-12-15 03:29 am (UTC)Louie knows he’s going to die. If the CIA dad doesn’t get him, that brother with the knives and damned FBI in his pocket sure will.
Except, no, looking past the gun to the guy holding it - Louie says, "But you don't even like the dude!"
"You should do better research, mate," Tattoos and Muscle snarls, before setting the gun on the railing and pulling out... oh, fuck. A fucking knife. "Now, I'm going to kill you, all the same, but because Arthur is alive, I'll simply draw it out a little less. How's that sound?"
Louie swallows, looking around for a way out. There's none.
"Also, because Arthur is alive - look at me when I talk to you," he says, voice sharp as that knife, and Louie looks at him. "Because Arthur is alive, Frank and Neal are letting me do what I like to you. You're lucky."
Gathering his courage and desire to live, Louie charges him.
The guy - Eames, isn't it? Eames, Arthur's rival, a guy who according to everything would willingly stand back and let Arthur die – steps to the side and shoves the knife hilt-deep into Louie’s shoulder.
Fuck, but it hurts. He shrieks, trying to get away, but Eames’ grip is iron on his arm, and he twists the knife.
“You’re going to die, Louie Carter,” Eames whispers, “and it’s going to hurt.”
Re: White Collar/Inception/RED, twins'verse of your choice (please let me know), PG13 for violence
From:Re: White Collar/Inception/RED, twins'verse of your choice (please let me know), PG13 for violence
From:no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 07:05 pm (UTC)Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Mechanical Cock Block"
Date: 2011-12-13 05:05 pm (UTC)Ed winced at Winry’s squeal, and he groaned as she darted across the street, leaning against the glass window like a little kid. “I hate this place.”
Al thumped his brother on the shoulder. “You ought to be used to it by now, Brother.”
He watched as Winry danced from foot to foot, her ass swaying as she stared through the windowpane. “I am, I am,” he sighed.
“But?”
Al always knew when it was more than just a little annoyance. Ed gritted his teeth, hating saying anything like this to anyone, especially his little brother. “She gets so worked up over auto-mail, it…uh…” He jerked at his collar, feeling heat creeping up his neck.
“It uh?” Al repeated, and Ed could tell his brother was trying hard not to snicker.
He considered kicking Al, but he’d just dodge, and Rush Valley was too crowded for that sort of thing, anyway. Look at what’d happened the last two times he’d gotten into a fight in this place, and the people of Rush Valley seemed to have long memories. Blowing out a breath through his clenched teeth, Ed said, “Interferes, you know?”
“Interferes?” His eyebrows shot up into his bangs, and Al gave him a long, searching look. “You mean, sexually?”
“Gnng! Keep your voice down, Al!” He patted the air, glancing around, but no one seemed to have noticed.
“Have you talked to Winry about it?” His eyes dancing, Al’s grin nearly split his face in half.
Ed slumped, glancing across the street at his wife, now enthusiastically talking to the shop owner about the piece in the window. “Don’t know why she gets so excited. Her work is the best,” he grumbled. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked over to reclaim her, lightly bumping her shoulder with his own. Winry turned to him, her eyes brilliant and face flushed, and she all but glowed. Almost exactly the way she looked when she was in bed, with him.
“Ed, you have to see this arm!” she said, latching onto his and giving it a squeeze.
He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers for a second. “Okay,” he said, and mentally wrote off sex for the next twenty-four hours – or until he could convince Winry that flesh had its advantages, too.
Re: Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Mechanical Cock Block"
From:Re: Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Mechanical Cock Block"
From:no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:43 pm (UTC)RPS- Jason Manns/Jensen Ackles
Date: 2011-12-12 09:55 pm (UTC)cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
Date: 2011-12-12 10:00 pm (UTC)Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
Date: 2011-12-13 12:33 am (UTC)Even when people start to tell you, start to ask you how long you two have been married or has he dropped to one knee yet or other completely inappropriate questions, you still think it's just you. Your reactions, the way you stare at him, the way you smile too long after he's gone and stare at the door still remembering the way he ducked through it to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling. It was your idea to hang the ducks all over set, and everyone knows you did it for him, even if you swore up and down it was for everyone's sake. They're thinking these things because of you. Not him.
But then it was the Christmas party and the duck you hung there had a sprig of mistletoe in its mouth, and Jared was just hanging in the doorway waiting, dropping chaste kisses on the cheek to everyone who went by, and you turned up your cheek for the same. And that's what you thought you were gonna get, just a kiss on the cheek, sigh, but an inch from your face he goes "Jen," urgently, and you turn to face him, and say stupidly, "What?"
That's when he plants the liplock on you. soft and sweet and deliberate, and when he's done he smiles and says, "That's what."
And you're open-mouthed and trying to process it and while you're working it out in your brain he kisses you again. This time your body reacts, your hand grabs that hair, your body arches in to meet his, and you kiss back, smiling the whole time, smiling so hard.
And in the end it's not just you who's smiling. It's Jared, and it's everyone around you, and what do you know, all this time, everybody knew.
Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:Re: cwrps, Jay/Jen, just you
From:no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:15 am (UTC)Archive Sunday - Fill: A Big, Complicated Word
Date: 2012-05-21 01:24 am (UTC)“I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word, but so sad. I found it now,” Hatter says to her one day, shortly after the return to her own world.
“What do you mean?” Alice asks him. It’s still strange, living in her own world, she realizes. She still can’t look at a casino without cringing or look at a rabbit without her heart rate spiking. As she passes a bush on their daily walk, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Alice turns to see a squirrel leap up from the ground and into a tree.. Hatter puts a hand on her arm, which allows her to relax a little.
“Don’t worry, it’s over now,” he whispers in her ear.
“Don’t avoid the question, Hatter,” she says, playfully knocking her hip against his.
“Ever since I came here I felt something. I knew that I’d heard about it back in Wonderland, but only in fairy tales. I never knew it could be real. It just took me a while to remember the word for it,” he answers morosely, as though the word were something that he hadn’t meant to find.
“And what word is that?” Alice said, looking into Hatter’s face, searching for the secrets that he kept hidden from her, even now.
“Love,” he said.
“Love isn’t sad,” she responded brow furrowed.
“It’s sad when it’s over.” Hatter turned away from her, eyes downcast. After she had been through with Jack, Alice didn’t have the heart to argue with him.
Re: Archive Sunday - Fill: A Big, Complicated Word
From:no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 02:22 am (UTC)