Lucky - Unlucky Charms
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comment_fic. I hope you’ve had a great time.
Today’s theme is ‘Lucky/Unlucky charms’. Your prompt should include something considered lucky or unlucky in any culture (fantasy cultures mean you can make up your own charms, most likely).
Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
Have a few examples!
NCIS, Abby Scuito(+/Tim McGee), “Still plays with Voodoo Dolls”
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, Luck doesn’t mean anything to an alchemist.
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evil_little_dog here. Welcome back to my last day hosting comment_fic. I hope you’ve had a great time. Today’s theme is ‘Lucky/Unlucky charms’. Your prompt should include something considered lucky or unlucky in any culture (fantasy cultures mean you can make up your own charms, most likely).
Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
Have a few examples!
NCIS, Abby Scuito(+/Tim McGee), “Still plays with Voodoo Dolls”
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, Luck doesn’t mean anything to an alchemist.
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:36 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-04-20 06:14 pm (UTC)1) The graphics look like something out of a 90's bowling alley strike animation sequence. It's thankfully nowhere near as noisy as some of the new slot machines with their 100 different sounds and lights, which is why the roulette machines have such an appeal to the two main frequenters of this part of the casinos: the elderly and the massively hungover.
2) The seat is uncomfortable at least 95% of the time. Unless you're on the Strip, and you've already gotten lucky, it feels like you're sitting (at best) on one of those medical cushions shaped like a donut, except someone forgot a couple of lumpy rocks in this one. If the chair has handles, they're rickety like the stem that's barely holding the chair up and nowhere close to where your elbows should be resting. All of this adds up to affect a sitting posture that devolves you to the hunched squat of a chimpanzee.
And, finally, 3) the screen is warm. It's warm enough to feel slightly unpleasant, since it's never off. There's smudge marks from other people's fingers all over it, some in areas that have nothing to select because everyone knows the drunker you are, the better you do at the roulette and Kino machines.
"Do you understand now, Cas?" Dean asks the rim over his Corona, prodding screen to start another round.
Castiel gives him a look, a long, hard look that would be intimidating if it wasn't for the fact his eyebrows are just slightly scrunched together and his lips pulled down just enough to make it somehow strangely cute instead.
"Dean," he says in a way that seems to say I deeply disapprove of your life choices.
Dean's finger drifts drunkenly a box to the right as he looks up again; he hits the 20 instead of the 19 without realizing it. "What, Cas?" he asks, and he hits the 24 instead of the 26.
"I do not see how being drunk increases your chances with this machine."
Dean rolls his eyes, and hits the 29 instead of the 30. "It's Vegas," he says because that totally explains everything.
The screen over the machine makes a cheerful noise and the animated wheel starts spinning. Dean takes a long drag of beer, watching the lopsided speck that's supposed to be the ball spinning around the grainy animation. He's so absorbed in this that he doesn't notice how intently Castiel is observing the scene as well, watching Dean that particular way that Dean just accepts as Cas being Cas but is pretty damn uncomfortable for the outsider looking in because it's as if Castiel is having a religious experience every time he gazes at Dean.
(Spoiler: he kind of is.)
The screen lights up in fractured, happy lights, and Dean whoops, throwing his hands up in victory and nearly knocking over his mostly drunken beer.
"Jackpot!" he crows, reaching out and clapping his hand hard against Castiel's back in a way that would have made Sam buckle; Castiel doesn't even rock.
"Dean," Castiel says, and it sounds almost fond as much as exasperated.
"I knew my lucky socks would pull through!" Dean laughs, standing up with only a bit of a lurch, slinging one arm around Castiel's shoulder and grabbing his beer with the other. "Come on, let's go collect!"
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:37 am (UTC)Minifill
Date: 2012-04-21 01:58 am (UTC)But it was a point of pride for Hermione: no spell or potion had ever been so tricky to master. Ron still hadn't forgiven her for the Chudley Cannon's relegation from the league when she tried the unlucky batch the day he took her out to see the match, but she needed to get it right.
And, eventually, she managed it. Just as long as Harry didn't tell Ron that he'd given her a taste of his brew of Felix *just* before she had perfected hers, otherwise he'd never let her hear the end of it.
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 11:47 am (UTC)FILLED: Supernatural - Dean, Sam - 100 words on a personal point of view
Date: 2012-04-20 04:04 pm (UTC)“Nothing, man, I just didn’t think you’d believe in shit like that, that’s all.”
“Dude, we hunt things that every other fucking person on this fucking planet DOES NOT THE FUCK BELIEVE IN. We’ve even killed things other HUNTERS didn’t think existed. So I can do whatever I damn well please and believe in whatever the hell I want. What is your problem?”
Sam tried hard to keep a straight face.
“It’s just… whose lucky number is 187, Dean? Seriously?”
“187 hunts I didn’t get killed on. If that ain’t a lucky number, I don’t know what is.”
Re: FILLED: Supernatural - Dean, Sam - 100 words on a personal point of view
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:49 am (UTC)Fill (Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian)
Date: 2012-04-20 02:58 pm (UTC)He truly hated those people. Cats were the most marvelous beings he found on the human world; cute and adorable, not to mention their soft paws and extremely charming look and they fulffy fur... were humans truly so stupid not to realize all this?
No, they preferred dogs. Dogs that barked and bit and pooped everywhere at any time. Dogs weren't even nearly as smart as cats, they were obedient and dumb, like little furry guardians the humans kept for themselves. But black dogs weren't discriminated, whereas people freaked out whenever they saw a black cat. But him... he was different. Sebastian would never dare to do that to such a lovely creature.
He actually liked cats more than humans, black or not.
"Sebastian, you're not bringing that to the mansion" ordered Ciel, glaring at the black cat on his butler's hands. "I'm allergic to cats and you know it."
Hiding his discontent, Sebastian put down the black cat he had picked up and it escaped towards the empty streets of London. He truly hated those who believed that majestic felines were carriers of bad luck.
Re: Fill (Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian)
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Date: 2012-04-20 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 01:05 pm (UTC)Mulan, Mulan/Shang + their child(ren), a cricket for luck
not a fill... (at least yet)
Date: 2012-04-20 08:08 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill... (at least yet)
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:07 pm (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur + any dragon, a dragon's scale, freely given, ensures victory in any battle
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:08 pm (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin + Arthur, if you have a dragonlord on your side, luck's not really a problem
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:10 pm (UTC)Despicable Me, Gru + the girls, they're like little lucky charms
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:13 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology, Loki + Clint, he's always been extremely lucky; who knew it was because he was actually the son of an alien god?
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-21 05:43 am (UTC)Dom used a bullet that a military surgeon had extracted from a bullet wound that missed his spine by a quarter of an inch three years ago: only he knew how the bullet had been rifled.
Arthur used a loaded die that had belonged to a great-uncle of his, who'd been involved in a floating craps game back in Prohibition times. Only he knew on what face it was weighted.
((The rest can be read here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/67228.html).))
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-29 05:56 am (UTC)"Let me have that bowl: it's bad luck if you have the last bowl of Lucky Charms," Dean said, putting down the comic book he was reading and tugging on the bowl.
"Yeah, but I'm hungry," Sammy said, pulling the bowl back toward himself.
"You want that bad luck? Bet you'll get eaten by bears," Dean said, pulling on the bowl again. "Bet you'll turn into a *girl*, not that anyone would notice."
"Gimme that bowl! You're just makin' that up," Sammy snapped, yanking the bowl back.
((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/69805.html).))
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Date: 2012-04-20 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 04:56 pm (UTC)Short fill is short
Date: 2012-04-21 01:37 am (UTC)"Depends if you just dropped them there or if somebody tore them off and threw them on the floor because they couldn't wait to get you in bed."
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Date: 2012-04-20 05:33 pm (UTC)Minifill, Assassin's Creed (spoilers for Brotherhood and Da Vinci Disappearance DLC)
Date: 2012-04-21 01:33 am (UTC)Characters: Ezio Auditore, Leonardo Da Vinci, mentions of Salaì
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It took considerably longer for Ezio and Leonardo to exit the Pythagorean Temple than it took to get inside it. This was partly because the way was often too dangerous for Leonardo, despite his being quite nimble - there were a number of paths that even Ezio baulked at tackling, and one he refused to let Leonardo get near, for fear it might collapse.
Of course, the two adventurers also took their time because Leonardo was beginning to feel the effects of the beatings and starvation he had suffered under the vile cultists' "hospitality". Ezio growled deep in his throat when he saw bruises beginning to bloom on his dear friend's neck and face, and when Leonardo used his arm to protect his side.
They stopped in a relatively decent cavern not too far from the surface, and Ezio made Leonardo sit on an abandoned crate and remove his doublet.
"I am afraid I do not feel the slightsest bit amormous, Ezio," Leonardo joked feebly.
"Salaì would not be pleased to hear you speak so to me," Ezio pointed out with a wry smile. He removed a small jar of salve from a pocket. "And after I gave him my blessing, too."
Ezio hissed through his teeth at the sight of the many bruises peppering the artist's body, and his face wore a look that promised unpleasantness and death to anyone who dared do to Leonardo what had been done over the last few days. Leonardo felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the lifeless forms of the fanatics, and suddenly wished to see the sunshine.
Ezio scooped out some salve, warming it in his hands, and massaged the darkest bruises, and the ones that sat in places he knew would be especially painful. Leonardo sat quietly, uncomplaining, likely not even paying any attention, only an occasional wince or hitched breath indicating that Ezio needed to be more gentle here or there. Ezio shook his head in amazement.
"How did they not break you? And how did you get time to scribble that message for us? Your workshop looked as though they stormed in and out quite swiftly," Ezio asked to distract himself as well as the patient.
"I made them believe you were upstairs. I can throw my voice quite well, you know - and it has taken quite some time, but I believe I have perfected my imitation of your voice - ahh-ah, Ezio that one hurts!" Leonardo actually pulled away from the Assassin's probing hands.
"Likely they cracked one of your ribs, amico," Ezio murmured. "Would you like a bandage?"
"Can you use it correctly?" Leonardo asked, not unkindly. "I thought you came to me for medical attention so often because you could not."
Ezio tilted his head to one side and grinned crookedly. "I learned while you were in the care of the Borgia. I could not appear in the Castel Sant'Angelo every time I cracked a rib, could I?"
"Point taken," Leonardo smiled tiredly, and nodded his consent to his friend to bandage his ribs.
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TBC
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