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Grimm, Monroe/Rosalee, dinner date
Hunger Games, Cinna, pride
The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, it's a long way down
Please remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row
No more than three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill has spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please keep the codemonkeys in mind with your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Monroe/Rosalee, dinner date
Hunger Games, Cinna, pride
The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, it's a long way down
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:26 pm (UTC)FILL: It's a Date [Monroe/Rosalee, G]
Date: 2012-04-28 02:28 am (UTC)"Hi," Monroe replied. Maybe it was the warm light of the restaurant, or how her hair was pulled to one side with a rose-shaped clip, but Rosalee looked prettier than usual. "You look fantastic."
She smiled. "Thanks. This is, uh -- I was surprised at how anxious I was for this. In a good way, I mean. The day seemed to drag by. I was looking forward to it."
"Yeah, me too," Monroe said right away. "I mean, we do all this stuff together, with the shop and Nick's stuff. It's not like we don't see each other all the time. But this is a... it's a date, right? We're calling it a date?"
"It's a date," Rosalee assured him with a nod.
"In that case, I'm buying." He picked up the menu and grinned. "You can get the next one. There's going to be a next one, right?"
She matched his grin. "Let's see how this one goes, but I already feel confident in a next one."
"Good to hear."
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:27 pm (UTC)Glowed - Hunger Games, Cinna, PG
Date: 2012-04-16 03:57 am (UTC)He picked District 12 before Katniss Everdeen had volunteered. He'd asked for 12 because he was tired of seeing them disregarded and mocked, slaughtered without even the dignity of someone trying to treat them well. A little bit of style outside could give someone confidence, put them in the mindset of a winner, instead of feeling like a mockery.
He'd wanted them to feel that pride. And when he'd seen the spirit of the girl who'd volunteered for her sister, all he wanted to do was give her all the armor he could craft. The fact that the Capitol gasped and cheered when she came out in the chariot on fire was nothing, her interview dress helping her without words she didn't want to speak, that didn't matter. It was Katniss opinion that mattered. And she had glowed from within.
He'd never felt more pride when he'd kissed her goodbye, and could tell her truly he was betting on her.
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:27 pm (UTC)Re: spoilers for 3.15 of Glee
Date: 2012-04-14 07:08 pm (UTC)This is also a Nealcentric fic prompted by one of my rp mates. It also features an OC twin sister for Blaine.
and one last one of Cooper and Blaine.
:) and now I'm going to skip off and work on an actual story for this prompt, lol.
vague spoiler for 7.17 of SPN
Date: 2012-04-14 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-14 06:31 pm (UTC)Inception/Arthurian legend, Arthur/Eames, Arthur was born in London, but his parents moved to the States when he was very young so it took Merlin!Eames a little while to find him
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:32 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt + imagined Cooper/Blaine, He has fantasies, okay? Don’t judge him.
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:33 pm (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur, Meet Joe Black AU – Merlin is Death and hanging around Uther; Arthur fascinates Merlin
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:33 pm (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur,
Here's where [s]he meets Prince Charming
But [s]he won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:46 pm (UTC)Reason and Rime
Date: 2012-04-14 08:48 pm (UTC)Joshamee watched the man. The entire voyage to Isla Cruces. Not always up front, not always direct. He had enough else to be worried about, this voyage. But still. He just ... made sure his eyes never strayed too far from the sozzled figure on the main deck. Not from distrust. That was fairly standard on a pirate ship of any water, and certainly to be expected with this man, of all men. It wasn't that. It was that, even in the middle of all this, this madness that followed Jack, there was something about the ex-Commodore that raised the small hairs on his neck.
He did mention it to Jack. Not really in expectation that Jack would listen to him -the man did that rare enough even without his present worries- but simply as insurance. For luck, for forewarning. So that the fates would know he knew, and be wary of enacting themselves too soon. He told Jack that there was something ... wrong, with Norrington, a wrongness that couldn't be explained by drink or despair. Joshamee'd seen enough of those in his time, too. He knew them. This was something else.
Jack, naturally enough, didn't listen. None of them did. And later, after Isla Cruces, maybe Joshamee wouldn't be too certain himself, how much of the feeling had been a forewarning of treachery, and how much ... something else. How much of it was the faint glimpses, when the light caught the man wrong, of a shadow hung about his neck. How much of it was the distance in his eyes, when the drink couldn't quite hide it, of a man who's seen something, who's lost something, who's had something ... touch him. How much of it was the strange fire, the causeless ferocity, in that fine, sea-green gaze.
How much of had been that moment, in the still of a morning, when he'd watched Norrington stand at the rail, bottle just run dry in his hand, and whisper softly, laughingly, raspingly, "Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink", and felt the chill slip into his spine.
Joshamee was a man given to superstition. He knew that. Enough men had told him. Even this one, once upon a time. Even Jack, who was practically his own legend, and dropped himself regularly among gods and ghosties. Joshamee knew his nature. But all that voyage, all that time, he'd kept his eyes on the man. Never in distrust. Never in suspicion. But in fear. Fear that he'd let something other on the ship. Fear that it had been no hurricane that had stolen the Commodore's crew and left him living to sink into Tortuga's pit of despair. Fear that he, Joshamee Gibbs, had let aboard a man hung, deathly, with an albatross about his neck.
So when it happened, all those months later. When all had been settled, and only Jack's mad questing for immortality and a (repeatedly) stolen ship left to deal with. When Joshamee had looked up, in the midst of drunkeness, and caught a haunted, sea-green gaze, and the small smile of a man who had spit in the face of Davy Jones himself. When that happened. Joshamee felt, this time, not fear, but a small thrill of satisfaction. Superstition his arse. He'd known, so he had. Back before Isla Cruces, before any of it.
It had never been Death the Commodore had feared. And Davy Jones had come a shade too late, for that man's bargain.
The albatross, and the Night-mare Life-in-Death, had seen to that.
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:51 pm (UTC)I'm really, truly sorry for this one.
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:52 pm (UTC)fill (drabble)
Date: 2014-11-03 05:57 am (UTC)When women called out his name, their voices were usually heavy with lust, and they made these breathy moans rather than...
"Da-a-niel!"
Ah. Betty Suárez. This woman had yet to read the memo about Daniel being a creature adored by the female population.
A pinch to his nose made him jump up howling, "I'm up! I'm up!"
"I can't believe this," Betty shrilled, though her disappointed gaze said she believed it all. "You procrastinate until the very last second - and then you fall asleep when I come to help!"
She'd read the memo, Daniel thought. She just knew better anyway.
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