MONDAY: FIRST LINES
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comment_ficHello! My name is Drayce and this is my week to cause havoc... erm, post the prompts. Yeah, that.
Today's theme is first lines, as in the prompt will be the first line of your story.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, "You're holding it wrong."
Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John, Even Stepney looked good in the moonlight.
Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Sulking on a rooftop wasn't his finest moment.
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead?
tag=first lines
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Today's theme is first lines, as in the prompt will be the first line of your story.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, "You're holding it wrong."
Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John, Even Stepney looked good in the moonlight.
Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Sulking on a rooftop wasn't his finest moment.
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead?
tag=first lines
.
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:00 pm (UTC)The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, "You're holding it wrong."
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:00 pm (UTC)Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John, Even Stepney looked good in the moonlight.
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:01 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Sulking on a rooftop wasn't his finest moment.
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-19 12:34 pm (UTC)(use it as a quote if you'd like)
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-19 12:58 pm (UTC)Not a Fill, But...
Date: 2012-11-19 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Not a Fill, But...
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:00 pm (UTC)not a fill but...
Date: 2012-11-19 08:46 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill but...
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-19 01:16 pm (UTC)James Bond (Skyfall), James/Q or James + Q, Q doesn’t like to be touched. James tries not to think about it.
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:17 pm (UTC)James Bond (Skyfall), Q + James, Q’s not afraid of him
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:19 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky/Steve/Clint, Steve’s got a type, he’ll have to admit
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:20 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Clint Barton, there is a story for every scar. the only ones he tells are lies.
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Date: 2012-11-19 10:13 pm (UTC)There is a story for every scar. The only ones he tells are lies.
Clint and Natasha are in Natasha's private quarters on the Helicarrier and it's their first time together. They're playing a game they just invented. The name of the game is provisional, but for the moment they're calling it "Strip Scars".
Natasha touches the scar on Clint left shoulder -- it's three inches long with a j-curve that slides under his collarbone. It was from Afghanistan. In the middle of the night, during a pouring rainstorm, Clint and a Taliban sentry bumped right into one another. The sentry got lucky with a wickedly-curved blade just before Clint disarmed him and then strangled him to death with a spare bowstring.
"A mistake with a knife," Clint says with a straight face.
Natasha nods unquestioningly and kicks off her boots. Then she touches him just under his right ear. The scar is very faint and the fact that she even noticed it surprises Clint. He was just a kid when a drunken carny smashed a bottle against the side of his head. Clint didn't manage to duck in time.
"A drinking accident," says Clint.
There's a definite advantage to playing this sort of a game with woman who's primary clothing is a one-piece body suit. Clint's impressed how quickly and gracefully Natasha wiggles out of it.
Then Natasha touches him on the back of his right wrist. Three parallel scars range laterally across his lower arm. That was from a very weird incident involving a pet tiger owned by the whack-job who was in charge of a HYDRA operation in India.
"A cat got mad at me," Clint says with slight smile.
Natasha pulls off her sports bra and Clint doesn't even pretend that he's not enjoying the view. He reaches out to touch Natasha, but she gently parries his hand away. The game isn't over yet.
Then Natasha touches the vicious, six-inch long scar just below Clint's rib-cage. It's very newly healed.
Clint blinks in surprise then and says warily, "You know about that one."
"Let's hear your version," she says. There's something very serious in her eyes.
Clint thinks over his response -- after all, there's no point in a half-truth. Then he grins and says, "I met this Russian agent. She was pretty redhead with one hell of mean streak. Good thing she was willing to listen to reason."
"As I recall, you jabbed a taser arrow into my ass," Natasha replies dryly.
"That was the only reasonable response I could come up with," Clint says with a shrug.
Natasha shakes her head and strips off her panties.
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Date: 2012-11-19 01:20 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Tony, sometimes he thinks the world has no idea how relieved it should be that he flipped a coin that day and tails told him not to be a villain
fill: mcu - the final boss is... yourself
Date: 2015-08-23 05:41 pm (UTC)But then the world gets its much needed wake-up call in the form of an evil alternate universe Tony dropping into the middle of Times Square. Evil Tony's first act in this brave new world is hacking into SHIELD's heavily guarded and encrypted computer systems for the sole purpose of... charging his lunch to their expense account.
"And you didn't get any for me? Your own twin?" Tony whines, staring hungrily at his doppleganger's pizza. Pepperoni pizza from Ray's. His favourite and he isn't allowed to have any. "That's not fair!"
"I'm a villain," Evil Tony says, picking up another slice. "Being unfair is kinda my thing." He locks eyes with Tony and slowly takes a large bite, chewing with obvious relish.
"You monster," Tony whispers as he looks on in horror.
"Okay, the Double Tony Power Hour is hilarious and everything, but shouldn't we be doing something about this?" Clint asks, fingering the bow in his hand. He hasn't put it away since Evil Tony showed up at the Avengers Tower. None of the Avengers are doing more than watching and snickering at the torture Tony is suffering.
"Shhhhhhh." Natalia places a finger on Clint's lips. "JARVIS is recording everything, don't ruin it by talking."
"Your friends are assholes," Evil Tony states, grinning around his pizza, and Tony bumps him from Interdimensional Curiosity to Eternal Archenemy.
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Date: 2012-11-19 03:03 pm (UTC)Skyfall, Bond/Q, Sartorial Differences
Date: 2012-11-20 09:56 pm (UTC)“Cardigans… spies do not wear cardigans, it looks… unprofessional, damn it.”
Q looked at him over his cup of tea, an amused look on his face. “But I’m not a spy.”
“You work for MI6, that makes you a spy.”
“So old-fashioned… the world’s changed, there’s not so much call for dashing spies in tuxedos now.”
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The worst part was the clothes.
Really, who did the man think he was? Tuxedos from Savile Row and Aston Martin cars… perhaps that was how espionage had been once, but it certainly wasn’t like that now. He was surprised, actually… given the nature of Bond’s work you wouldn’t expect him to be so… ostentatious.
Still… he had to admit that, considering what the man had been through, Bond did – what was the term? – “scrub up” rather well, and there were situations where a tuxedo was the best choice, even now.
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Lying on the bedside table of the nondescript, cluttered flat of MI6’s newest quartermaster is an untied bow-tie. In an equally nondescript and very minimalist flat currently owned and sporadically occupied by Bond, an old cardigan hangs on the back of a chair, proving that no matter what the owners might say, clothes weren’t really all that important.
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