Máirt: Drabbles/100words
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classics_lover your guest host for the week. I'd like to thank everyone for yesterday's great prompts and fics, and I hope today's theme will encourage even more.
Today's theme is... *drumroll* Drabbles! Or for the uninitiated fics in 100 words. Brevity is the soul of wit, as ... someone once said. I love these mini-fic-bites. All fandoms and prompts are welcome. Have at it!
Do kindly remember the Rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And to make the lives of the codemonkeys easier, please remember the format:
fandom(s), character(/character), prompt
And just to whet your appetites here's some examples:
Any, any/any, holding hands
Assassin's Creed, Claudia, living in Ezio's shadow
Merlin, any, a fun spell
classics_lover your guest host for the week. I'd like to thank everyone for yesterday's great prompts and fics, and I hope today's theme will encourage even more.Today's theme is... *drumroll* Drabbles! Or for the uninitiated fics in 100 words. Brevity is the soul of wit, as ... someone once said. I love these mini-fic-bites. All fandoms and prompts are welcome. Have at it!
Do kindly remember the Rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And to make the lives of the codemonkeys easier, please remember the format:
fandom(s), character(/character), prompt
And just to whet your appetites here's some examples:
Any, any/any, holding hands
Assassin's Creed, Claudia, living in Ezio's shadow
Merlin, any, a fun spell
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:12 pm (UTC)I hate you. I really do. I should be working, but came up with this.
Date: 2012-10-16 06:43 pm (UTC)Lend Me Your Strength
It’s been a long day with one close call too many. Owen is stitching up a Weevil bite to Ianto’s side and the morphine is having no effect.
The pain is clearly etched on Ianto’s face and he is too proud to vocalize the agony he is in. Ianto has bit so hard on his lip that a trickle of blood has run down to his chin.
Jack silently slips his hand into Ianto’s, trying to lend some of his strength. “You don’t have to be so strong,” he whispered, stroking back the sweat soaked strands of hair.
Ianto buried his face into Jack’s shoulder, choking out a strangled sob and tightening the grip on Jack’s hand.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 06:13 pm (UTC)Fill--"Meanwhile, In the Supply Room", Jack/Ianto, explicit
Date: 2012-10-16 10:28 pm (UTC)Jack grinned up at him, then checked his watch.
“There you go! And 25 minutes left for lunch. What should we do now?
“Do?” Ianto echoed.
“I know! Let's go for number two.”
“Bbb..” Iango began. Then Jack's mouth enveloped his cock, and he was lost.
It shouldn't have been possible to get hard again so fast, but Jack had this power over him. It wasn't fair.
Or maybe, it was the best break he ever got.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:14 pm (UTC)Bargain Hunt
Date: 2013-04-01 01:18 pm (UTC)Jack nods, "it's a pretty tea set but not particularly rare. The reds have a genuine proper antique."
Ianto smiles at Jack's obvious excitement. He makes the tea while Tim is doing his country house tour bit and after a tense auction the reds are victorious. Jack is thrilled. Bargain Hunt has become a lot more interesting now that they're betting on it. Ianto now owes Jack a sexual favour of his choosing. Their colleagues always think they're sneaking off for a lunchtime shag but the truth might be more embarrassing.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-17 12:06 am (UTC)“Thirty, it’ll be thirty.”
Eliot tried to tune out the babble between Hardison and Parker. Since they started dating it was like they were always talking in code. Instead he focused on the job at hand. He hated being the IT guy – he wasn’t a damn hacker.
Eliot waved the laser thing Hardison gave him at the electronic keypad on the door. He jumped a little when the numbers flashed in sequence and it started to play “Copacabana”.
*giggle*
Grown men shouldn’t giggle. “DAMMIT Hardison!” Eliot growled furiously.
Parker giggled with glee, “Thirty seconds – I win!”
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 10:11 pm (UTC)I'll get back to you.
9 words over, never mind.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 06:41 pm (UTC)Fill! Heist
Date: 2012-10-16 09:57 pm (UTC)“No, I was!”
Two horrified gasps. A crash.
“You made me drop it!”
“You made me drop it!”
“Ha! Butterfingers!”
“Wait a minute…Hey, aren’t you…?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I’m a fan. Totally a fan.”
“Same here. That job you pulled in the Lilliput Museum of Egg Art? A classic heist.”
“Thanks. And you, you are a legend yourself.”
“I know!”
“You’re not supposed to say…”
“What? Is that one of those normal people social things?”
“Uhh…never mind.”
“Oh. Okay. Guard! Gotta go!”
“Hey, can I have your autograph?”
“Why? You wanna forge it or something?”
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 06:44 pm (UTC)Fill - Gremlins
Date: 2012-10-16 07:44 pm (UTC)Rhodey grinned. "This is why you always listen to Pepper," he agreed. "Don't worry. These days, he only gets about four hours out of it. You should have seen him back in MIT. That was crazy."
They both looked at the pair of legs sticking up from a hole in the lab floor, one of them kicking slightly as Tony tried to get purchase in the crawlspace, yelping as he did some arcane and possibly lethal thing involving electricity.
"Right," Bruce echoed. "That was crazy. Sure."
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 06:46 pm (UTC)Into That Good Night
Date: 2012-10-16 11:06 pm (UTC)Fury and pain was written all over Sif’s face as she leapt for him with her spear extended. Loki could not breathe, let alone defend himself.
Maybe he died, next. Maybe something interfered and he did not. Maybe he meant to die but did not, and it would not be the first time that happened.
Maybe not even Death itself can love Loki.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:48 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2012-10-17 01:56 am (UTC)Re: fill
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-17 05:29 am (UTC)She curls into soft sheets, and wonders what rat-hole motel her mom is staying at with her loser, junkie boyfriend. She hopes it's uncomfortable as hell with plenty of cockroaches.
Apparently, 'T' wasn't quite distracting enough tonight. Maybe she'll have better luck next time. Something has to work eventually, right?
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:54 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, Did you ever know you could fly so high? (Alison McGhee)
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Date: 2012-10-16 08:14 pm (UTC)He's a star ... and he's made it ...
When you've made it, people say, the sky is the limit.
And from where he's standing, the sky looks pretty damn big ... but ...
But so far away ...
There's drugs, and booze, and girls, and no limits, ever, but he wishes there was. He wishes for a limit, for someone to tell him to stop, to not be so far away, to be home.
He doesn't know what home is, what love is, what anything good and real is ... But he's give up all he's achieved, the limitless sky he was promised, to remember.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:55 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, as silently as moonlight, you’ll glide through the midnight air (Judith Nicholls)
Fill: Assassin's Creed / Ezio(/Leonardo, if you squint)
Date: 2012-10-16 09:58 pm (UTC)He avoids the central square, following the moonlight as it dances lazily in the wind, padding down the well-worn path between the eaves, until he sees that familiar golden glow, square of gold that breaks the darkness of the winter night. Leonardo does not flinch as Ezio lands on his floor.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:56 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, Who could have known it was such a big sky? (Alison McGhee)
Fill, Grand Theft Auto, Tommy Vercetti
Date: 2012-10-16 09:32 pm (UTC)The night sky for instance. He'd forgotten how vast it was. Even through Vice City's bright lights, he could pick out some of the major constellations. Just like when he was a kid, sitting on the front steps with his father.
He'd been free then. Now, despite all his troubles, he was free again. He'd relish his freedom.
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:56 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, the moon and stars fade to ghosts (Divya Srininasan)
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Date: 2012-10-16 10:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-16 06:57 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, only a witch can fly past the moon
Fill - Everworld, "Make-Believe"
Date: 2012-11-17 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 07:04 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-09-30 04:58 am (UTC)Her hips stuttered, not the rocket take-off yet but just the 1-2 beats that happened in response to pleasure. Her quick grunted breaths were the same rhythm, audible enough to float up in the darkness.
Love felt so much more sweltering when cloaked by night.
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Date: 2012-10-16 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 07:24 pm (UTC)Fill: Not So Sisterly
Date: 2012-10-17 12:57 am (UTC)She’d always known Harry didn’t see her that way. Yes, he’d be the first to cheer her on, and always had her back. But Hermione knew whatever happened between them, he’d still see her as a sister. She understood that. Being sister to the Boy Who Lived wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily.
But some nights, she’d wake from a dream that made her gasp, and hope she hadn’t woken her roommates with her moaning. Her knickers would be so wet, she needed to hurry out of the room and head to the bath to finish herself off, crying Harry’s name.
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