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comment_ficAnything goes today, so stretch that imagination and prompt away.
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
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Re: Fill
Date: 2012-05-07 02:56 am (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-07 09:03 am (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2012-05-07 12:48 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2012-05-07 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2012-05-07 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-17 01:50 am (UTC)It’s definitely not the fact that his jeans hug his body in all the right places and his shirt rides up just a little here and there when he tries to really get Scott to understand and his arms wave out around him exposing just enough skin to tease.
As soon as Scott throws his arms up and storms out the dilapidated house Stiles can’t help himself. He’s across the room and pressed up against Derek already going for the kiss before the thought of what the hell could happen in Derek wasn’t into this.
Okay he’s totally thought about what Derek could do if he was reading all the signals wrong. He could be flung through a wall, chased around the woods endlessly by a werewolf or even you know, disgust could be a factor here. So yeah, he was terrified of what kissing Derek might mean but his body was a whole twenty steps ahead of his brain if the soft pliant lips beneath his were anything to go by.
With a gasp of air between them, Stiles looks up at Derek with wide eyes wondering if he really just did this without being tossed across the room.
“Wondered why your heart has been in overdrive every I got near you,” Derek whispered before he leant down and pressed a chaste kiss against Stiles’ lips, “Guess I don’t need to wonder any longer.”
Stiles hummed into Derek’s mouth as he pressed closer to Derek, slotting their feet together, “Guess not.”
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-17 05:18 am (UTC)It’s definitely not the fact that his jeans hug his body in all the right places and his shirt rides up just a little here and there when he tries to really get Scott to understand and his arms wave out around him exposing just enough skin to tease.
Now how could Stiles possibly resist that lovely image!! Great job with this hun!! <3
Re: Fill, Tony & Steve & Pepper Gen
Date: 2012-05-30 06:52 pm (UTC)Fill (Star Trek Mirror Universe, Kirk/Spock)
Date: 2012-06-24 06:13 pm (UTC)Weakness (http://lah-mrh.livejournal.com/12286.html)
Filled
Date: 2012-08-07 05:37 am (UTC)I. River
River spins counterpoint to the stars, cancelling out their momentum and achieving, for the moment, stillness. Some dance to remember; some dance to forget. River dances to do both. She is Schrödinger’s ballerina, whirling to the melody of physics, the whole orchestra of existence coursing through her brain, unknown as long as she remains unobserved. In this moment she can be both River and not-River, both the genius sister and the functioning soldier instead of a dysfunctional blend of the two.
Eventually, though, someone always opens the box.
“What are you doing, mei-mei?” Simon peers out of the infirmary with a smile on his face, watching her spin and twirl.
River halts but her vision remains steady, an aftereffect of her dance. It will wear off soon but for the time being she smiles at Simon and remembers the way he held Kaylee’s hand underneath the table today. While the clarity lasts, the box has opened upon a sister today. “Kaylee likes ballroom dancing. You should offer to give her lessons.”
River heaves in a breath a feels rejuvenated. The last time she had danced such a lively jig she had been on Jian Jing, with the reborn cattle. Simon and Kaylee will do a more stately dance, however; Simon much prefers the dignity of a fine waltz. Then she remembers Simon’s piano lessons and hastens to add, “I’ll pick the music. You have terrible taste.”
Simon laughs, and River commits it to memory as the edges of her vision gradually give in to the spin of the world. This is something she wishes to remember next time she can find the stillness. Simon’s laughter is so rare, these days.
read the rest here (http://ammcj062.livejournal.com/9967.html)
Re: Filled
Date: 2012-08-07 07:06 am (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2012-08-07 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-07 07:08 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-08-08 10:07 pm (UTC)He's out the door before John can stop him.
Down in the morgue, he finally pauses his furious motion, his hand clamped on the drawer. He pauses, but only for the space of a single living heartbeat.
The drawer slides open with a high metallic squeal. Sherlock's body, the other one, the dead one, lies motionless, staring at the cheap industrial ceiling tiles with its empty glass eyes. The bullet hole in the center of its bare white chest looks so much smaller now than the first time John saw it.
"How?" Sherlock says, his face up close to the corpse, his hands with their delicate blue veins dancing over it, examining it for any explanation. All he finds instead are questions. "Who is this? What is this? I don't understand. John, how did you do this? What have you done?"
Sherlock blinks at him. And breathes. And shakes. And lives.
"It doesn't matter anymore, Sherlock. It doesn't matter anymore."
Re: Fill
Date: 2012-08-09 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-08 02:27 am (UTC)The kid's a scrapper, lots of spunk and spirit and fight. Filled with vim and vigor.
It took weeks to break it all down into something malleable, something he could shatter. He threw out the pieces he didn't like and reworked him into an image Picasso would look askance at.
His suit was red, tie green, and vest pinstripe purple and a fedora to match. The kid insisted on it, and Joker thought it fit him well, once he hid a few razor blades to the band. Never knew, after all, what you might need. Gotham was a dangerous city. Lots of crazies out there.
"Well, kiddo, looking dapper." Joker circled him. He patted his bright red hair. "I do believe you're ready for your first big play date with Daddy Bats. Doesn't that sound like a blast?"
The kid giggled and laughed and smiled.
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Date: 2013-02-08 05:23 am (UTC)God, that's just as creepy as I could want. Thank you!
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Date: 2013-02-08 02:26 pm (UTC)Re: Fill, Tony & Steve & Pepper Gen
Date: 2013-04-10 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-14 09:48 pm (UTC)Here. (http://dimity-blue.livejournal.com/718789.html)
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Date: 2014-08-03 02:35 am (UTC)Restoration, a Supernatural fic: http://meatball42.livejournal.com/62191.html
Fill: Original, "Old Wolves"
Date: 2014-09-28 02:22 pm (UTC)(Sidelong, though, she knows they still talk, and still judge. If not for her Da being the blacksmith, she knows she would get even shorter shrift.)
If they knew who she visited in the forest, she’d hear worse, maybe be chased from the village.
(It might not be so bad. She could live in the woods. She has her knowledge, and her steel knife, and her bow and arrows. She’s learned to survive there. It’s cleaner than the life in the village, at least.)
He is old, grizzled and hoary, with a broken tooth and a ripped ear, and he walks with the rolling stride of the sailors who sometimes come to the village. He is a great wolf, with a pelt thick enough to ward off the rain, and yellow eyes like pine sap, and always, always, a faint curl to his lip.
He lets her into his kingdom, royalty granting a boon. He allows his children to show her how to track, where to hunt, what plants are in season and which are poisons she should avoid. And before her day is done, she bows to him, acknowledging his grace and graciousness, before returning to the village.
Someday, she knows, he could turn cruel as the savage winters coming out of the north. But for now, he is her ally – not quite her friend, never that – and his kin are her best and favorite companions. Someday, she knows, she will be forced into a choice, her village or her forest, her allies or her family.
(The villagers mark her age, and her wanderings, and wonder themselves if, as her father ages, perhaps he and she should be taken down, and rid the village of their peculiarities.
Old wolves are unpredictable, and often dangerous. Young wolves can be worse.)
FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude
Date: 2016-03-24 06:33 pm (UTC)Jude knows about procrastination all too well. He should be working, his boss is blowing up his phone, and yet instead of heading to the office, he is still in bed with Zero, beautiful eyes burning with love. Has been in bed with him for more past hours, enjoying being the center of Zero's attention.
Zero is set on leaving his lips numb and kiss bitten from all the kissing, each touch of their lips slow and soft and sweet. Jude's head is his swimming as he is floating down from his afterglow of their lovemaking, and maybe if his mind were clear he would stop procrastinating and get out of bed and get some work done.
But that is hard to do with his mind hazy on the sweet taste of Zero’s lips. His boyfriend’s hands are roaming over his body, brushing up and down his sides almost shyly, touching, lightly caressing down his side, down over Jude's hip, to the top of my thigh, tickling softly, Jude giggles delightfully, before his palms frame his face gently and draw Jude into yet another loving kiss.
Zero cannot keep his hands, and lips, off Jude because he is simply beautiful like this; eyes dark and lust-blown, sparkling with pure love and devotion. His lips kiss-bitten and pink and plump. Cheeks warm and rosy pink. Jude is bright and beautiful, sweet and loving, and he drives Zero crazy with love and desire.
While the kisses sooner had been biting and lustful, they were both jumping the gun to get off, now that the adrenaline buzz has worn off the kisses are soft and tender, and each one sends white-hot heat through Jude.
He has a lot of work to do today, mostly paperwork and meetings, but all that fades to the background as his heart skips a beat while their lips meet in a loving, kind heart kiss. To hell with work, he decides. Both of them take a deep breath and relax against each other, content and blissful, and here in Zero's arms being kissed softly, is where Jude's heart belongs.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude
Date: 2016-03-25 12:10 am (UTC)