Monday: Lights!

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone! I’m scarlet_gryphon, and I'll be your guest host for the week.

Today’s theme is Lights! Talk about lights of any kind: Did someone see the light? Did they go towards that big light in the sky? Has someone been blinded by science the light? Did someone see someone else in a new light? Prompt away!

Some quick examples:

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, the light of the moon both hides and reveals the truth

Sanctuary, Henry & Tesla, their faces were lit with the otherworldly glow of discovery.


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.
  

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[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, The light of the moon both hides and reveals the truth.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Henry & Tesla, Their faces were lit with the otherworldly glow of discovery.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Iron Man, Tony & Pepper, "Can someone turn down the sun, please?"

Fill: The Morning After

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

“Are you even alive in there?”

Tony barely slitted his eyes, closing them again immediately. Even his sunglasses didn’t do enough to block out the light. “Can someone turn down the sun, please?”

“This is what happens, you know.” Miss Potts sounded amused. Why did she sound amused? Didn’t she find his current predicament…well, all right, she would find it funny. She had that sadistic streak, after all.

“It shouldn’t happen to me.” Tony pouted. “Can’t you have some solar shading glass put up? Make it something that will collect the energy, or something, and we’ll market it. Oh, that’s a great idea – ow, ow, ow.” His scowl deepened.

“You think about that,” Miss Potts told him. “In the meantime, you do have a nine o’clock meeting, and you need to be prepared for it. Please don’t waste my time, Mr. Stark, and actually get ready for your meeting?” She hesitated before turning away from him. “Oh, and by the way, Mr. Stark? That sticky situation you were in the night before? I’ve taken care of it. In case you were wondering.” Without further comment, she opened the car door.

He grunted, peering at her through his glasses as she slid out of the car. “Situation?” he wondered aloud, then shrugged. At least she wasn’t hard on the eyes, even if the sun was.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Pete/Myka, After three long years, he can't help but bask in the light of her smile.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot, And I set fire to the rain (Adele, Set fire to the rain)

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Marco/Rachel, light of some kind

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, by the light of the moon

Fill - By the Light of the Moon

[caseyrocksmore.livejournal.com]

Eh, mild almost-sex scene warning?

Stiles stumbles over a log and almost falls, but Derek catches him around the waist and he regains his footing.

“Derek, what—” Stiles’ words are silenced by Derek’s mouth covering his own in a wet kiss, taking his breath away as he’s backed unceremoniously into the nearest tree. Derek’s hands find the front of Stiles’ shirt and begin to impatiently yank at the buttons, probably ripping several as he works to expose his mate’s pale flesh to the moon. He pulls back long enough to push the plaid button-up off Stiles’ shoulders and run his long fingers up under the white undershirt he’s wearing underneath.

“—if someone see us—” Stiles gasps as Derek’s hands skim over his ribcage and he begins pressing kisses to Stiles’ jaw. Stiles throws his head back against the tree to expose the pale column of his throat, allowing Derek complete access to the flesh to mark as his own.

“Let them,” Derek growls into Stiles’ neck as he runs his hands back down Stiles’ chest and starts pulling at Stiles’ belt. He nips at Stiles’ collar bone possessively but doesn’t stop when a howl in the distance fills the air.

“Derek—” Stiles whines when the werewolf finally works his zipper down and thrusts a hand into the fly of his jeans. Derek looks up at the sound, his lips parting almost in awe of the sight of his mate like this.

Stiles’ thin chest is heaving with each breath, so pale it has an almost ethereal glow by the light of the full moon. His throat and collar bone have been marked by Derek’s mouth, a light peppering of bruises that would fade by morning. But his eyes, oh his eyes, wide with apprehension and dark with lust, draw Derek in. The werewolf licks his lips and stares, and he pulls his hands away from Stiles’ body in order to grab his mate by the face and draw him in for answer blissful kiss.

“God, Stiles,” he whispers against his Stiles’ lips, bumping noses with the human and then tilting his head up just so. The full moon, in all its glory, reflected in Stiles’ irises is the most beautiful sight in the world.

“What?” Stiles asks breathlessly, red lips parting in wonder at the look on Derek’s face.

Derek cannot express through words the feeling that fills his chest. Instead of replying, Derek tilts his face up to the sky and howls, a call to the world to let it know that the warm body against him is his. Mine, he tells anyone who’s listening. All mine.

Stiles’ hands on his shoulders bring him back, focus him back on the young man he’s holding against the tree. “Mine,” Derek growls, though his throat feels like sandpaper and his eyes feel gritty. He presses his body flush against his mate’s and roughly jams his knee between his legs, pleased by the gasp that falls from Stiles’ mouth. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Stiles agrees breathlessly, fingers grabbing and Derek’s hair and pulling him in. “Absolutely.”

Derek lunges and clicks their teeth together with the force of his next kiss, but it doesn’t matter. The pair desperately cling to each other, holding each other as close as is humanly possible as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees around them. They fall, tangled in each other, to the forest floor, and Derek claims his mate by the light of the moon.

[xenoamorist.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean/Castiel; No light, no light in your bright blue eyes / I never knew daylight could be so violent / a revelation in the light of day —Florence + The Machine, "No Light, No Light"

Title: No Light

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

The first time Cas died, Dean wasn't there to see.

The second time, it was a bad future where Cas wasn't an angel anymore. He didn't see that one either.

The third time, it was suicide because Dean was saying yes. Dean had helped him do it, but hadn't seen it happen.

He saw the fourth one, blood splattering in all directions and soaking Bobby.

The fifth time, it was the Leviathans, and he'd never believed it was true.

But this time, this time there are ash-coloured wings on the ground and curling up against the walls. Cas is lying there, still as glassy water, and sunlight is streaming in through the blown-out windows.

And Cas' eyes are open.

Dean gathers his angel into his lap as best he can, feathers fluttering against the movement, and looks.

There's no light in those eyes, those eyes that have watched over him, protected him, and haunted him for so long. The blue is dull and Dean thinks that this is all fucking wrong -- this wasn't supposed to happen.

But how was he to know that an angel could sell their soul?

[xenoamorist.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Michael!Dean; holy light

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund/Caspian, candlelight

Fill: Flicker

[haipollai.livejournal.com]

Edmund was bent over the desk in the captain’s quarters, poring over the maps of the known seas. Caspian leaned in the door frame, shifting unconsciously with the ship under his feet. The room was only lit by a single candle, dancing and flickering on its wick, creating odd shadows across Edmund’s face, highlighting a cheek one moment and hiding it in shadows the next. Caspian found himself noticing details he had always missed, the curve of lips, the edge of his jaw. It made Edmund seem almost unreal, as if Caspian could turn his head just right and Edmund might disappear altogether.

He took the few steps in and caught Edmund’s arm, needing to feel something solid, drawing him away from the map. With his back to the candle, his whole face fell into shadow but he was surrounded by a faint glow.

Caspian cupped his face, feeling the features he couldn’t quite see, not sure if he was attempting to ground himself or Edmund. It wasn’t quite enough so he kissed him slowly, feeling the dry, salt-chapped lips, move against him, warming as Caspian deepened the kiss, melting into him.

They ended up on the hammock, Edmund hovering over him, saliva on his lips now catching the glint of the light. The swing of the hammock and sway of the ship, made it almost surreal. Edmund’s smirk twisted and curled with the movement and dance of light over his face. Fae and wild, something purely Narnian that Caspian with his Telmarine blood couldn’t quite touch. Then Edmund was leaning down, lips finding Caspian’s again and he was solid and real and the light was blocked out by Edmund himself.

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

RPS, Dylan O'Brien/Tyler Hoechlin, basking in the sunlight

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Christian/Steve, sometimes when the stagelights are on, they forget the world is watching

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

any, any, fairy lights

Filled - Fairy Lights (Phineas and Ferb)

[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Note: this is post-series, college setting. And even more fuel for my muse in her attempt to get me to write out my vision for this timeline...

And since it got to be too long for one reply, here's the link:

Fairy Lights (http://winterjameson.dreamwidth.org/1724.html/)

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

any, any, "rage, rage, against the dying of the light"

Not a fill, but...

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Best poem ever!

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam, we'll wait for the light

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer, shed some light on my deep dark wings

Title: Light

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

Lucifer has always shone brightest.

Michael's wings have always been the darkest.

Here in the cage, with Adam's soul alone in the dark somewhere, Michael seeks out his wayward brother.

"Lucifer," he calls in the dark, quiet, so quiet.

"Michael," comes the reply, only a hair above silent. "Come to apologize?"

"No."

"Then we have nothing to say to each other." Lucifer is invisible here, and Michael wonders, clutching his wings close about him, where the other's brightness has gone.

Michael pauses. "Will you shed some light?"

A dull gleam cuts through the oppressive black, dulling it to merely a gloom, so that Michael can see the light glinting off his wings.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

He does not expect an answer, and he does not recieve one.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, first touch of dawn

Fill, Greek Mythology, Rosy-Fingered Dawn

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

This is 23254% not what you were expecting. For those who know nothing about the Odyssey it's worth noting that Homer, the author, used stock lines and epithets so that others (who would often sing/read part of the Odyssey from memory at parties) knew where they were. One such line was basically 'rosy-fingered dawn broke'.

~~~

Odysseus snarled at the sun. "I am fed up," he said to his first mate, "of rosy-fucking-fingered dawns. Remember back in Ithaca? We'd get golden dawns, and grey, hazy dawns, and dawns that didn't seem to happen at all because it was raining so hard."

His first mate grimaced and handed him some wine.

"For the last few years, I've woken to a rosy-fingered dawn, some ridiculous obstacle, and half my crew meeting death in a bizarre fashion. I won't stand for it!"

Odysseus faced the sky in belligerent rebellion, but seconds later returned to his hammock with a shout.

"There's no point. My wife will have remarried," he said. "No blue skies of Ithaca for me."

The next day, Circe caught them, and Odysseus stayed.

[omorka.livejournal.com]

Ghostbusters, Ray & or / any, Even before the light from the trap had faded, Ray knew something was wrong.

[omorka.livejournal.com]

Eureka, any, The trouble started when the streetlamps started emitting primarily in the ultraviolet end of the light spectrum.

[omorka.livejournal.com]

Firefly, any/any, Starlight isn't quite so romantic when it's all you see for days on end.

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angel, He looks out the window and tries to remember the feeling of sun on his skin (without the smell of burning flesh)

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Castle, Castle/Beckett, there is a light that never goes out

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern Corps (DCnU), Kyle/any, “In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil’s might, Beware my power… Green Lantern’s light!“

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

BoP (DCnU), Batgirl/Nightwing, "That was a red light, Richard."

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Scott/Emma, Jean Grey, like the morning sun she will rise again

Fill: She'll Keep Him (Soft R for nudity)

[orlidepp.livejournal.com]

Like the morning sun, she will rise again, so she makes the most of every night, knowing that her time here in the one place where she still feels like she belongs, even if no one else agrees, and with the one person who dares to love her despite all her many flaws is going to be cut short. Her life may be too, at the point, but she doesn't care. She'll take anything the little redhead dishes out. She'll take it, smile, and ask for more.

She can take Jean Grey. Of that, Emma has no doubt. If she comes with the Phoenix force, as she probably will, she may be in trouble, but then she's faced the Phoenix and bested it before. She's won against that cosmic entity with the help and love of the one sleeping beside her. Emma runs her hand over Scott's slender back as he sleeps, thinking of the inevitable, pondering what choice Scott will make when he again gets to choose, fearing that her place amongst the X-Men will be made forfeit when they beloved Jean Grey yet again resurrects from the grave, and remembering the few good times of her life.

Almost every one of those good memories over the last few years involves Scott. She loved her time with Generation X and the Hellions, loved those kids so much it hurt, but during all that time, she was still secretly lonely. None of them even tried to get close to her. No one ever dared until she made Scott fall in love with her.

The tricks she played on him, the seductions she set forth knowing he could deny, were the unvoiced pleas of a desperate woman. Some heroes live to save the world, but Emma only wants to save her part of it. Her part is the mutant population, and she would, and has, done anything and given everything to help her people, especially the students whose lives she cherishes more than her own, even when they've turned against her as Generation X ultimately did.

Anger still boils within her when she thinks of their betrayal. They turned away from her for killing her own sister, but whereas it's true that Adrienne was her sister, and that killing family to many is unthinkable, it's also true, Emma knows even today, that the bitch had killed Everett and would have stopped at nothing, if Emma hadn't stopped her, to take every one of Emma's children from her. So she killed her sister and she still lost her kids.

Emma blinks back silent tears as her memories continue, rampaging through her mind with loss, pain, and despair as they do every night when she can't sleep. She lost her children a second time, and she never had Sean on her side. There was only one adult who'd been on her side since she'd gone straight, and that was Charles. Yet even Charles, though he was the founder of the X-Men and their treasured dream, could not make the X-Men let her in to their fold after what she had done.

It had taken planning, careful schemes, and tricky bewitchery to find a way to stay with the good guys and keep fighting for the dream in which she finally believed. The other X-Men hated her, but Emma had found a way in. That way turns over now, reaches to their nightstand, and retrieves his glasses. He slids them on before looking up at her. "Emma," he asks, never, as usual, calling her on her tears for he knows she hates crying and still views tears as a sign of weakness, something Emma hates herself for ever being, "how long have you been awake?"

Her fingers splay across his chest, stroking him like the expert lover she is. "Long enough," she replies coyly.

He smiles, but there's a tinge of sadness to his smile. "How many times do I have to tell you?" he asks, picking up her hand and entwining their fingers. "I choose you. I always will. Your place is with us, with me. Now come down here and go to sleep."

She smiles. "I have better ideas," she purrs. She leans down over him, her naked breasts pressing against his bare, arched chest, and kisses him long and deep. She'll keep him, she promises herself, for as long as he's needed. She'll keep him never knowing that she doesn't really love him but is only using him to stay on the good side. She'll keep him as a shield to keep herself safe from the ridicule and hatred of their team mates. She'll keep him and never let herself be hurt again.