Friday: 100 words (drabble)
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comment_ficathon.
Today's theme is drabble (100 words). Remember, fills need to be exactly 100 words. Not 99, not 101.
Remember the rules!
No spoilers in a prompt.
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your fill has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Family Ties, Mallory + Elyse, picking out a Christmas present for Alex
Animorphs, Jake/Cassie, I'll teach you how to scuba dive
If you prefer longer fics, go over and fill some lonely prompts!
tag=100 words
with_rainfall, hosting your comment_ficathon.Today's theme is drabble (100 words). Remember, fills need to be exactly 100 words. Not 99, not 101.
Remember the rules!
No spoilers in a prompt.
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your fill has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Family Ties, Mallory + Elyse, picking out a Christmas present for Alex
Animorphs, Jake/Cassie, I'll teach you how to scuba dive
If you prefer longer fics, go over and fill some lonely prompts!
tag=100 words
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:12 am (UTC)fill
Date: 2012-05-31 05:52 am (UTC)The wetsuit is slick and ill-fitting, stretched thin across his broad shoulders and constricting around his ribs. He wonders if a diver's ever suffocated before hitting the water.
She presses the mouthpiece into his hand and meets his eyes, brown to brown. Hers are warm, he thinks, and tries to remember that as the cold water closes over his head. He is alone.
(Hold your breath and close your eyes, because your tubes will break at any time.)
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:12 am (UTC)Fill: All Tied Up (100+5, because I couldn't see anything to cut.)
Date: 2014-09-28 02:00 pm (UTC)“Are you kidding? President Reagan’s signed picture.”
“He already has one of those.”
“Does he? Geeze. Where does that leave us?”
“A new suit?”
“Can we afford a new suit?”
“Maybe a new tie.”
“That’s better. In red. A power tie. He’d like that.”
“Oh, what about a tie like one President Reagan wears?”
“Now that’s a great idea!”
“But that means we have to find color pictures of the president.”
They exchanged looks.
“I don’t know if I like Alex that much.”
“Hey.”
“It’s true!”
A sigh. “You’re probably right.”
“So, a red tie?”
“Sounds good to me.”
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:12 am (UTC)A possible fill....
Date: 2012-05-04 03:50 pm (UTC)Re: A possible fill....
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 12:57 am (UTC)http://halfshellvenus.livejournal.com/544854.html
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:14 am (UTC)OMG, I have *never* managed only 100 words before!
Date: 2012-05-04 09:24 pm (UTC)Castiel took it anyway, after the fire was blown out. It reminded him of Dean; brittle and harsh on the outside and sweet and gooey in the middle.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:14 am (UTC)The Butterfly Effect
Date: 2012-05-04 01:03 pm (UTC)But for him, for Mickey it had been something more, something that had helped him grow up and let him become the man that would join the cause again the cybermen.
But then again, maybe not, because that's what The Doctor did - whatever face he was wearing. Taking the best of people and made them better.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:14 am (UTC)Fill - Mal/Inara
Date: 2012-05-05 05:16 am (UTC)‘Course, it was mightily harder to fight with her now she’d left the safety of Serenity for her Aiya silk-covered training house.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-04 03:34 pm (UTC)As sometimes happened with certain topics, they had a modest difference of opinion. Aziraphale was, as might be expected, rather adamant about which side it should be attributed to: Marmalade was a divine inspiration, a sweet blessing of the Almighty. It made a lovely complement to toast for breakfast or tea. Of course it was heavenly, he claimed.
Crowley maintained otherwise; it was not entirely a matter of acting as devil’s advocate. Although he eventually acquiesced, because Aziraphale was so insistent, he was sure marmalade was hellish. It was, after all, a terrible thing to do to an innocent orange.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:21 am (UTC)"Sentimental" - fandom ReGenesis
Date: 2012-05-04 03:09 pm (UTC)Yes, it was illogical, he knew that. He'd never been much of a father. His daughter had just been that person he was paying alimony for, 4,000 kilometers away, living with her mom.
What had changed? Was he getting sentimental? Screw that. David Sandström was not a sentimental person.
But maybe, deep down, he finally had to admit that he was.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:22 am (UTC)Drunken Telling
Date: 2013-07-01 05:07 pm (UTC)Jack was drunk, but when wasn't he, so Will did not put any effort into what the Captain talking about.
"You know a funny thing happened on the way to the Tete Lilli. It has never happened to me before." Jack took another swing at the bottle of rum. "Do you wanna know what happened?"
Will know that when Jack was as talkative he wouldn't need to answer, the captain would continue.
"This painted person suddenly materialize on the ship, and he or was it she, I don't remember said that one day I'd end into eternity. Funny isn't it?'"
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:24 am (UTC)Fill - The Silver Brumby, herd
Date: 2012-06-13 04:02 pm (UTC)Kunama trotted beside Thowra, looking about her with bright curious eyes. In the thick of winter she was safer, for the ghostly herd was muffled from man and horse alike and could roam in peace through the snow. He taught his daughter how to hide her creamy coat in the merest drift of snow, to cross a half-frozen creek and leave no mark, to blend spirit-like into the twilight. Grass was scarcer than ever, though, and Thowra worried most about his lovely silver filly and the two dun-coloured foals, who would weaken if their mothers could not produce enough milk.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:30 am (UTC)Fill: It's About Us - Glee, Blaine, PG (set during 'The First Time')
Date: 2012-05-04 05:58 pm (UTC)Apparently Blaine feels the same way.
Kurt's breath catches as Blaine leads him into the bedroom. There are candles. There are flower petals strewn over Blaine's coverlet.
"It isn't a field of lilacs..." Blaine says.
'No,' Kurt thinks. 'No. It's better.'
And it's real.
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-04 06:48 pm (UTC)He is thinking of something he doesn't want to tell me.
I lean over to kiss him, pausing right before our lips touch. Anticipation is an underrated delight, after all.
But then we meet, we kiss, and it's warm and sweet and just a little bit forceful. It's perfect, just like it used to be. Like it was before we decided trusting each other is hard work.
"What were you thinking just now? When you smiled?"
He smirks. "Nothing at all."
"Don't underestimate my resolve."
He smiles, licks his lips. "Never."
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Date: 2012-05-04 11:39 am (UTC)LIGHTING THE FLOOR ON FIRE IS TOTALLY AN AWESOME PLAN
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Date: 2012-05-04 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-06 08:12 am (UTC)„This is amazing.“
„What is, Cas?“ Dean glanced over the menu card.
“This, Dean,” the angel pointed to his own card. “They have over 20 different kind of pizzas. Some with very questionable toppings. I have my doubts about the taste of it.”
“Yeah, some are weird. Probably made for people with amputated taste buds. Check this,” he pointed. “Topped with chocolate sauce, seriously?”
“This card encourages us to experiment,” he concluded with a serious voice. Dean started to fear the angel seriously considered ordering it.
“Dean.”
“No, I’m not wasting 30 bucks on this.”
“But Dean…”
“Cas… just no.”
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Date: 2012-05-04 12:11 pm (UTC)This is my first time writing this fandom so I hope its okay...
Date: 2012-07-30 06:34 pm (UTC)It felt good to be on shore leave. It felt good to finally be able to relax together, just two friends taking in a movie. At least that’s what McCoy had thought.
But it seemed Kirk had other plans in mind…
Leonard was shocked to feel Jim’s lips pressed wet and warm against the crook of his neck, a masculine arm slung across his shoulders. Turning his face, a willing pair of lips met his own and suddenly he knew this was no random night out.
This had all been meticulously planned by Kirk...
The only surprise… his returning kiss.
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Date: 2012-05-04 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-04 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-04 04:05 pm (UTC)The dealer’s hands move over the cards with reverent casualness. While he shuffles, they are respected for their mathematical possibilities, their intricacies. The dealer tosses them out, an anticipatory smile curling the side of his mouth.
The player watches those hands, that sly smile, and keeps his face neutral. He knows differently and it’s why he can never play across from the dealer. The dealer has sharp eyes for the game and the player doesn’t want him to see.
“Pony up, Morgan. You’re the Big Blind.”
The player wonders why this seduction can only be played out over the felt.
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:14 pm (UTC)Fill: A Forgotten Song, Chuck/Bryce PG
Date: 2012-05-04 04:23 pm (UTC)But there's so much more between them now. Misunderstandings recently laid to rest that they've never talked about.
So Chuck stands in the center of the tiny room and stares at the single bed, uncertain. He's exhausted. The stickiness of blood coats his shoulders.
Bryce grabs Chuck's wrist and tugs him over. "Sleep while you can," Bryce says.
Chuck should. Instead he lies there, the space between their bodies electric, Bryce's breath a forgotten song Chuck hadn't realized he'd been listening for eack night since Stanford.
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:31 pm (UTC)Fill - Kel et al. + Wyldon
Date: 2012-08-12 02:00 am (UTC)----
There was an ominous silence. “I told you this was a bad idea,” muttered Owen.
Wyldon looked at him. "I am sure I need not remind you that members of the opposite sex are not allowed in the dormitories. If I find you engaging in..." he paused.
"Late-night revelry?" suggested Neal, all innocence.
Owen couldn’t believe his ears. “B-but -my lord, you’re actually allowing a small midnight gathering?”
“As I said, impropriety will be severely punished,” said Wyldon, glaring at them.
“Thank you, my lord,” Kel said hastily, before Neal could open his mouth again. “We’ll keep that in mind.”
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:41 pm (UTC)untitled, gen, maybe a bit abstract
Date: 2012-05-04 07:06 pm (UTC)Brute force is all well and good, truly, and it can destroy many things.
Destroy, yes. But things can be rebuilt.
Humans aren't born to be ruled, though knees do bend. Heads bow. Humans can be subjected, and chained, and laid low. But that always leads to revolutions.
Brute force leads only to regimes being overthrown. Wars spread over generations, and blood soaking the fields until both sides starve.
Brute force wins wars, yes. But it is a momentary victory, and then the defeated revolt.
But a cajoling voice, and gentle guidance, and patience…
Let the children think they’ve won.
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:43 pm (UTC)Fill: Merlin Gwaine/Arthur Title: The Lost Bet Rated: R
Date: 2012-05-04 10:44 pm (UTC)The Lost Bet by HPFangirl71
Gwaine knelt at Arthur Pendragon’s feet…
Figures the prat would make him do this for losing a bet. Kneeling at Arthur’s feet he felt vulnerable but hid the feeling by grasping hard at Arthur’s cock, causing him to gasp at the sudden contact. If Arthur wanted him to worship his cock, then he refused to hold back. His mouth enveloped Arthur in warm wet heat and his tongue teased him until Arthur was moaning in a manner more becoming of a wanton whore than knighted royalty.
With a naughty grin, Gwaine wondered if he’d really lost the bet after all…
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-06 03:50 am (UTC)“I don’t care what they look like. I care that they’ve woken me up before dawn during what was supposed to be my first good night’s sleep in a week,” replied Neal.
“Only you could see dragons and then complain about how they’ve interrupted your sleep. Now hush,” Kel admonished before turning to the pair of dragons, “May I ask who you are and what you’re doing here?”
I like the girl bet– one of the dragons started before the other cut him off.
am Diamondflame and we are here to visit Skysong. My apologies for my colleague.
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Date: 2012-05-04 01:47 pm (UTC)