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comment_ficAnything goes today, so stretch that imagination and prompt away.
Please remember the rules:
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Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Castle, Esposito/Ryan, You have to catch me
Avengers, Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, Solve this
Leverage/Burn Notice, Fiona/Parker, Fly with me
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:
Castle, Esposito/Ryan, You have to catch me
Avengers, Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, Solve this
Leverage/Burn Notice, Fiona/Parker, Fly with me
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-05-13 04:16 am (UTC)"It should not be that hard to outsmart a pile of rocks!" Dean declared.
"A golem is as smart as the one behind it," Sam countered with a shrug.
"Yeah, well, we showed him! Eventually."
"We did?" Castiel asked, all oblivious innocence as usual. "I thought we discovered the one in control by accident."
Sam and Bobby laughed, and Dean smiled ruefully but rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me! Dick." The insult was added automatically, without thought, The room suddenly went quiet, but it wasn't a tense silence--more like a moment of realization.
"Why is everyone so quiet?" Castiel asked after a few moments. "Did I miss something?"
"Guess you're officially part of the family now," Bobby explained. "You just got yourself a pet insult."
"A what?"
"You know," Sam elaborated with a chuckle, "like how Dean always calls me 'bitch' and I call him a jerk?"
"Oh. I think I understand."
"In that case, these two idjits must really be rubbing off on you," Bobby teased. "Now then, what should we have for our victory celebration dinner?"
"I guess I'll be going then." Dean snagged Cas' arm as he started to turn away.
"Stay."
"I don't need to eat." Castiel frowned at him. Surely, Dean knew that by now?
"It ain't about the food, man!" Dean rolled his eyes again. "It's the company."
"Yeah, Cas. You helped us out with the hunt, so stay for the party," Sam agreed, and Bobby nodded his own approval of the invitation as well.
Castiel looked around the room at the accepting faces and realized there really wasn't any place he'd rather be.
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:02 pm (UTC)One Kiss Can Change Everything
Date: 2012-05-13 08:37 am (UTC)Zach felt overwhelmed, uncertain of himself. It’s not like that first kiss, when Shaun was taking a huge risk in putting forward the suggestion of them together. It wasn’t like any time he’d kissed Torri.
Shaun’s hand came up to his jaw, sliding soothingly up behind his head, fingers shifting, massaging away the tension, calming him. Zach pulled him closer, clinging on as if one of them might disappear, vanish out of reach. Shaun released the kiss and Zach knew he couldn’t meet his eyes, so instead he buried his face in Shaun’s shoulder and breathed harsh and rapid and panicked. He didn’t know what to say, what to do anymore, just knew he couldn’t lose Shaun, lose what they had. His arms clung desperately and he felt a sense of relief when Shaun held him back just as tightly, like he never wanted to let Zach go either.
“It’s okay, you’re here now; home now,” Shaun murmured softly beside his ear, pressing gentle kisses to the side of his head, but he never eased his hold, never flinched or pulled away, just held on every bit as tight as Zach was clinging to him.
Finally, Zach’s racing heart began to slow, he tilted his head, pressing a gentle kiss of his own to Shaun’s neck, followed by mumbled apologies.
He could hear the smile in Shaun’s voice as he said, “I love you.” And those words made all the difference, because for an instant it was as if the world tilted, span and then settled onto a new axis; an axis in which this was right, this was everything. That was the difference. Shaun loved him and he loved Shaun and nothing else mattered. That was what was new.
“I love you,” he said quietly and tilted his head up to begin the kiss again.
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-12-14 09:23 pm (UTC)"Is this really everything?" Angel asks with such skepticism that Buffy snickers. After all the trouble he went to, replacing the furniture in the guest room so she could settle in comfortably, it must be a letdown to see the closet barely filled.
"My wardrobe never recovered from the Hellmouth swallowing the whole of it," she explains, and because he still looks confused, she adds, "And I've been living out of my suitcase, these last years. Now that I'm sticking to one place, I can work on it."
That makes him smile. "Good," he says. "You haven't changed that much."
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:04 pm (UTC)FILL: Letting Go
Date: 2012-05-12 08:55 pm (UTC)A/N: There are spoilers here, so if you haven't seen the movie yet: sorry!
Spoiler Alert!!!
Letting Go
Maybe Loki was right, Bruce did not say aloud.
Maybe people really did want to just relax and be relieved of the burden of choice.
Of course, Loki was an idiot if he thought that was all that people wanted or that people couldn’t and didn’t want contradictory things all the time. They may want to be relieved of choice, but they also wanted things to go their way all the time. So… Loki’s vision wouldn’t really work for them so much.
Bruce had spent years learning how to want contradictory things. It felt like walking a tight rope. Every moment was an exercise in maintaining perfect control without ever grasping at that control too hard. He had to keep himself perfectly balanced between out-right anger and relaxed peace because either direction was deadly.
Anger would release the Hulk, but peace only gave him a false sense of control while setting him up to be ambushed by the first little irritation.
He loved people and he loved science and he wanted to help the world. He hated the world, and he hated himself, and he hated the Hulk. And he couldn't even deal with his own issues because if he didn't keep a low level of hatred going, then he was all the more likely to spike that hatred and wind up killing people. Being an overworked doctor in an overpopulated city had been a perfect life for him. Nothing had ever gone so wrong that he wasn’t making the world at least slightly better, and nothing had ever gone so right that he would lose control when things went wrong.
Being on a well-run airborne military base with access to a lovely little lab while trying to track a god of chaos, on the other hand, was the worst possible set up he could think of, really, for maintaining control. He could have such a great time here, and circumstances could turn really badly really quickly.
When it finally did hit the fan, when the whole lot of them were standing on ground zero as the aliens came down, he thought that maybe Loki was right, because Bruce mostly just felt relieved.
He didn’t want to make decisions anymore. He didn’t want to philosophize any more. He was relieved that he could finally let someone else take over.
When he looked at the others, he saw the fear and the determination and the exact opposite of relieved. But for him, here at what might be the end of the world, there was nothing more that he could do, nothing more for him to think or act or say. The only thing for him to do was to let go and let the Hulk take control.
He relax for the first time in years. He didn’t need to do this anymore. He didn’t need to fight the Hulk, he didn’t need to balance his mental health. He could just let go.
Of course, he may be letting someone else take control, but his last decision was exactly who he was letting take control. And it sure wasn’t Loki.
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:31 pm (UTC)FILL: Contract Law
Date: 2012-05-12 10:04 pm (UTC)Anywhere Tony went, there were at least a few reporters standing around waiting for him to act out. It was generally a pretty good bet that if nothing else was going on, Tony would be doing something crazy and worth reporting. For the first time, Tony actually found himself regretting that, as heads turned, eyes lit up, and recorders and cameras zoomed in.
Tony didn’t bother to wonder what sins he had committed to be asked that question so very loudly while in public. Whatever sin it was, he was pretty sure he had enjoyed it immensely.
But now he actually had to play the responsible adult and attempt to get this conversation away from the public. Thor was a great drinking partner and a great guy to have next to him in a fight, but had been raised in a Viking culture.
The Vikings had not thought kindly of homosexuality.
“It’s a long story. Why don’t we go back to my place and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Ah! I do love a good tale. Let us go now.”
Tony hoped Director Fury was suitably appreciative of Tony sacrificing one of his houses to the fight that was likely to come when Tony explained the current political climate.
Or maybe not, because one of the reporters dashed in to ask, “Thor, what do you think of allowing two men to marry each other?”
Tony glared at the reporter but apparently paparazzi were made of sterner stuff than many of his staff because the man didn’t even flinch.
Braced for impact, Thor’s actual response fell a bit flat. “Huh?”
“Do you think two men are fit to marry each other?”
Thor did not look much informed. “I understand that marriage contracts are of high importance in any land. As a Prince of Asgard I have presided over many and guaranteed their fit. An unfit marriage is a danger to all, but I do not know which marriage you are discussing.”
“Any marriage.”
“Any marriage? To judge all marriages at once is an act of folly. The joining of two families by marriage contract must be between the two families involved.”
This was just getting irritating, Tony thought. Screw Fury, if the fight was going to happen now, then let it at least happen rather than shuffle forward like this.
“He means, should any marriage be allowed where both individuals are male.”
“You make as little sense as he, my friend. To ban men from marrying men would mean that all such contracts must involve families with daughters. Such a thing would hobble society and for no purpose.”
A couple of the paparazzi were looking disappointed at the lack of explosion. They were the stupid ones. The smart ones were delighted. This might very well be their break into being real reporters.
“So you think two men should be able to marry each other, if they want?” One of the smarter ones asked.
“Certainly a marriage contract can be between two men” Thor answered the first question very slowly and deliberately, as if speaking to someone very uneducated or very stupid. “A marriage contract can be between any two beings capable of agreeing to appropriate terms binding them together. What else is a marriage contract other than an agreement of terms between two families to become one?”
Tony grinned. “I agree completely.” He smirked at the cameras and imagined Directory Fury behind them. Tony was fairly sure that Fury’s political stance as far as social reform went was to stay out of it and keep the Avengers out of it, too.
Well, too late for that now.
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:33 pm (UTC)"So trust me, trust me
Darling dear
I'm so sincere
There's no need to tear
Trust me, trust me
Honeydew
Just like I trust you"
("Trust Me" - The Devil's Carnival)
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Date: 2012-05-13 12:52 pm (UTC)Not even the greyness of his halls could dim it. Teleri waiting after the Kinslaying in Alqualonde gathered at his arrival, ready to accuse, to ask for reasons. They fell silent when they beheld him. None could speak first, and after he passed them on his way to the Doomsman, ignoring them, they retreated in silence and never sought him out.
His father could not bring himself to speak with him either; neither could his brother, his sons, his nephews nor Sindar they have slain under his oath. Even Maia in Namo’s halls never addressed him. Only Namo did.
He spoke to him of many things, not only the fate of his house and jewels. He spoke of happenings in Arda Marred even after his kin resided in it no more. He spoke of happenings in Valinor, of new works of art made, of new songs sung under the stars. He spoke to him at length, even though he barely responded. Sometimes, a scoff; on rare occasions, a caustic remark. But he was mostly silent, pretending to ignore his words. Yet Namo knew he listened. His mind was too restless not to latch on anything new, and there were few things changing in Halls of Mandos.
Namo understood not why he did it. He just couldn’t help craving his presence. Yet this part of his doom remained was not revealed to him by One. He explained it to himself as being naturally drawn to the brightest of fear in his abode, brighter than even many of his servants. It is natural, after all, he reasoned, for are we not drawn to brightest light? But Namo did not concern himself with kelvar; thus he knew not what becomes of moths that are drawn to the flame.
And then, the time came when Arda was to be remade and all fear in his Halls re-embodied. But if he insisted on staying, maybe his wish would be granted, cajoled Namo. After all, what is there for him, out there? He said himself he already created his greatest work. His family is estranged from him. What is there for Curufinwe Feanaro out there?
Feanor sneered at him. He said that he saw through his pathetic attempts to befriend him, yet he couldn’t have imagined it would have been for this purpose. He thought he wanted to make him feel remorseful, compliant, obedient, he ranted. Yet it was for far more sinister a purpose, he raved. He wanted to make him stay here, so that he appeared repentant to the point he didn’t think he deserved another chance at life, so that the judgement of Valar seemed unquestionable, he accused. He went on and on, ignoring the sorrow Namo didn’t bother to conceal. When he was done he walked out, head held high, to join the other fea to be re-embodied.
Namo turned to see Vaire looking at him. She has been looking at him with a strange sentiment in her eyes for a long time now. Now he recognised it. It was pity.
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:51 pm (UTC)No fic, but...
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Date: 2012-05-12 06:55 pm (UTC)Fill: The Shared Experience - Parrish/Lorne - PG
Date: 2012-05-14 07:06 pm (UTC)"Bad mission," Evan replies. After a sigh, he starts to replay the events of the mission for David; the overthrow of MT7-G7Y's leadership, which meant the routine trading mission was anything but, and the two Marines that lay in the infirmary with wounds that were expected to heal. But still, the emotional toll weighed heavily on Evan's mind, as evidenced by the tightness of Evan's jaw and candor in his voice.
David watches as Evan finishes his story, eyes glassy in the Sunset that paints delicate oranges and reds over the length of the pier. He doesn't know the words that can help; he hates this feeling of helplessness, not knowing the right or wrong thing to get Evan through this. So he does what little he can; David reaches over to take Evan's hand in his, twining their fingers together while leaning in, pressing a chaste kiss to Evan's temple before letting his head rest against his partner's. "Anything I can do?" he asks.
Evan squeezes David's fingers, giving him a slow nod and half a smile. "Just sit with me," he says, then leans into David, the scientist wrapping his free arm around his partner a beat later.
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