Monday: "Illness"
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comment_ficGood morning everyone, and for those celebrating, happy Christmas Eve!
As I had no idea when I'd be assigned to provide the next set of prompts, mine are not at all holiday related. Oops. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this week anyway.
The theme for today is “Illness”. Is someone cute with the sniffles? Can't wait to see character A comfort character B while B is in the hospital? Share your prompts here!
Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
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
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
And here are a few examples, to get you started!
Fullmetal Alchemist, Baby!Ressemboolers, Ed never, ever, ever gets sick. Except when he does.
Angel, Angel+Connor, Angel's never had to deal with someone sick before.
Burn Notice, Sam+Any, S/he knew it was serious when Sam turned down a mojito.
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As I had no idea when I'd be assigned to provide the next set of prompts, mine are not at all holiday related. Oops. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this week anyway.
The theme for today is “Illness”. Is someone cute with the sniffles? Can't wait to see character A comfort character B while B is in the hospital? Share your prompts here!
Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
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
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
And here are a few examples, to get you started!
Fullmetal Alchemist, Baby!Ressemboolers, Ed never, ever, ever gets sick. Except when he does.
Angel, Angel+Connor, Angel's never had to deal with someone sick before.
Burn Notice, Sam+Any, S/he knew it was serious when Sam turned down a mojito.
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:31 pm (UTC)Hawaii Five-0, Danny/Steve, Steve gets hit in the head and loses the last ten years of his life
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:37 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, he doesn't remember ever being ill
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:39 pm (UTC)Charmed, baby!Chris + toddler!Wyatt, the magical version of chickenpox
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:41 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Thor + team, they have to explain that what's 'wrong' with Loki is that he's not actually Asgardian - so everything he and Thor both know is incorrect
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Date: 2012-12-29 05:22 pm (UTC)Featuring Doctor!Thor (http://purplemoon3.livejournal.com/3699.html)
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:43 pm (UTC)The Hobbit (2012), Bilbo + the dwarves, Bilbo gets the sniffles
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:48 pm (UTC)Ho Ho Ho! Merry Everyone!
Date: 2012-12-25 02:01 pm (UTC)"What's the matter with you, Loki? Get a glimpse of your two mortal enemies ding-donging merrily?" Darcy giggled at her own jok, and started fiddling with her earrings - which atrocities, Loki noticed, resembled evergreen trees with red baubles.
"All this so-called Christmas Cheer is making me ill. I have had a sour stomach for days," he complained.
"Grinch," Darcy sniffed, and did *something* that made the red baubles on her earrings light up and flicker.
Loki literally gagged, covering his mouth with one hand and squeezing his eyes tight shut. He seemed to pass off his momentary illness, but curled up into a ball, long legs tucked under him, one arm folded under his head as a pillow.
"Dude, are you okay? You don't have, like, a heart that's three times too small, do you?" Darcy asked, taking the earrings out and tossing them behind a chair.
"No, it is not the season. It is Midgard itslef, that seems not to agree with me," Loki said softly.
"What? I know I told you to use simple words with me when you start talking physiologies, but that was way, way too vague, man. Here, let me help," Darcy frowned and grabbed some pillows and a throw rug and tried to make the Mischief god more comfortable.
"I am too far from Asgard to receive her protection against indiginous biological attacks, and now I suffer the consequences. Doctor Banner called it a "Vy Rus"."
"Vy Rus... Virus? You've got a virus?" Darcy asked.
Loki nodded miserably. "And I have been told that all I can do is continue to take fluids and wait for it to pass. If only it was not my first Midgardian Yuletide. I had hoped to experience - Uh-oh!"
Darcy flailed and got a disused potted plant pot to Loki just in time. She stroked his hair while he shuddered and heaved. Shamed, shaking slightly and sweating profusely Loki turned away from her. Darcy got a bottle of hand sanitizer from her handbag and helped clean him up.
"Leave, girl," Loki rasped, when his bout of sickness subsided.
"No can do. You're stuck with me. And I had plans, and everything!" Darcy complained.
"Leave me be! I have been shamed enough - do you think to compound it by remaining?" Loki snarled.
"Don't bite me, dude. Thanks ever so much for the *no* warning. That's a fantastic present you've given me," Darcy grumbled.
"What?" Loki asked, wariness in his eyes and voice. "What gift?"
"The gift of nausea. You have the Winter Vomiting Bug which is, like, super-contagious - you're supposed to keep away from people when you have that! And now I'm gonna get it! Thanks!"
Loki shrugged. "I have heard it said that Misery loves Company, little mortal. At least we might converse sensibly while we recuperate."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Big woop. JARVIS, this Snug, the nearest restrooms and the mini-kitchen are hereby quarantined because Loki and I have the Winter Vomiting Bug," Darcy said to the AI.
"Of course, Miss Lewis. I shall prepare a stock of 7up, Salteens, Dioralyte and toast."
"And Super-Soft Toilet paper - none of that recycled business - it'll do things that should be against the Geneva Convention."
"Lady Darcy," Loki said quietly.
Darcy looked questioningly at him.
"If I am to be quarantined with anyone in Midgard... I am glad it is with you. And I do regret not realising that I ought have warned you away."
Darcy shrugged. "Misery loves company, and I'm glad it's just us this Christmas, even if it means we must be miserable together."
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:50 pm (UTC)Fill - "Overindulgence"
Date: 2013-01-13 11:06 pm (UTC)Tony didn’t bother lifting the ice bag covering his eyes and effectively blocking out the light. Now, if he’d put a pair of earplugs in – no, he decided, thinking he could actually hear the blood rushing through his veins, that wouldn’t be the best idea. Maybe a darknened room. Yes, that would’ve been better, one soundproofed, so he didn’t have to hear Pepper thinking disparaging thoughts at him. Because he knew she was.
“Yes, Tony, you should’ve cut back on the food and drink long before you did,” Bruce said from another part of the room.
God. Stereo naggers. So not what he needed. “Dying here?” he reminded them both, and nearly let out a whine when they both snickered. “Wait, Dr. Banner, you’re a doctor, and surely you have some sort of,” Tony cautiously peeled back a corner of his icebag to peer around the room. The light really made his eye ache, but he finally spotted a blob of purple that had to be Banner – the man had absolutely no taste in clothes, “remedy for this?”
“Oh, of course I do,” Bruce said, with a cheerfulness that drummed on Tony’s brain, almost directly.
This time, he did let out a whine.
“But I think you need to learn a lesson.”
“Me? I don’t need any lessons! I’m the one who – ow, ow,” Tony groaned as his head protested him trying to lean forward, “Bruce, please.”
“What do you think?” Bruce wasn’t directing the question anywhere near him.
“Well, he did try to flirt with Natasha,” Pepper said, “and she did throw him over her shoulder.”
“And straddled my chest,” Tony added, raising a finger.
“You liked that part,” Pepper told him, a little tartly.
The corners of his mouth pulling down, Tony realized he couldn’t actually argue that point. “Okay, but surely…ow…I still deserve…ow…some sort of care?” When he didn’t hear anyone moving to jump for a cure, he peeled up the edge of his icepack again, seeing a purple blur and another blur with red hair. “Don’t make me whine again. You both know I hate that.”
The blurs exchanged what had to be a look and Tony imagined he could see the Pepper-blur rolling her eyes. “Oh, just give him something,” she said.
“I suppose it would shut him up for a while,” Bruce-blur agreed. “I’ll go get my bag.”
With a groan, Tony let the pack fall back over his eye, grunting at the new pressure against his eye socket for a second. “Thank you,” he called out to whomever might still be in the room.
“Oh, you’re such a whiner,” Pepper told him, her voice coming closer, and the couch moved as she sat down on it.
“But a cute whiner, right?” Tony asked hopefully. When she didn’t answer, he repeated, “Right? Pep?” A pause. “Pep?”
“I’m not answering that question. Your ego’s already the size of New York City.” Her cool hand touched his cheek, though, and Tony leaned his face into it. “So shut up, and take whatever Bruce gives you.”
Oh, he could agree to that. “Yes ma’am,” Tony said, and hoped Bruce wouldn’t be too long. Seriously, this headache and nausea were killing him.
Okay, maybe it was a teeny exaggeration. But not much.
Not much at all.
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Date: 2013-01-14 04:12 pm (UTC)Thank you for the fill!
Re: Fill - "Overindulgence"
Date: 2013-01-14 09:49 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you enjoyed! You're welcome.
RE: Fill - "Overindulgence"
Date: 2019-12-30 06:45 pm (UTC)Re: Fill - "Overindulgence"
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Date: 2012-12-24 10:12 pm (UTC)Fill: "Better than Home Made" (Leverage)
Date: 2013-12-08 08:07 pm (UTC)“I’m not sick, Parker,” Eliot growled, looking like he wanted to bite her, but Parker knew better, Eliot would never bite her. Well, maybe if she asked him to, but that was something to think about some other time, because right now, he wasn’t even growling as loud as he normally did.
She took a deliberate sniff. “You smell funny, too.”
“I do not – Parker, stop sniffing me! You’re not a dog!”
No, she wasn’t, but sometimes, Eliot reminded her of one, a big dog that pretended like it was really mean, but just wanted someone to rub it behind the ears or pat its belly. “I think you’re sick.”
“What if I am?” He hunched over the table in the bar, not even touching his beer.
“I’m going to make you chicken soup!”
Eliot’s eyes got really big, a lot bigger than Parker ever thought they could get. “No. No, Parker, that’s okay. You don’t have to do anything.”
“I do! You’re my friend, and you’re sick, so you get chicken soup! Come on, you need to get upstairs, and you can rest there, while I cook!” Before he could say anything else, Parker squatted next to his chair, grabbing his arm and throwing it around her shoulders. “Hupsy daisy!” she grunted, trying to stand up. Eliot got up with her, and he was heavy, and Parker huffed and puffed but she pulled him up the stairs and to Nate’s apartment, or what would’ve been Nate’s apartment if he wasn’t in jail right now. She made Eliot sit down on the couch, and went into the kitchen, rummaging around in there.
“There’s no chicken in the kitchen, Parker,” Eliot said, but Parker ignored him, she knew what she was doing. She took a pot out of the cabinet, and hummed loud enough to ignore whatever else Eliot grumbled behind her. He finally shut up, and Parker smiled, and worked on making Eliot soup.
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“Eliot. Psst. Are you still alive?”
He wasn’t sure, actually, but opened his eyes with a groan. “Parker?” There were two of her, grinning and spinning in front of him. Eliot blinked a couple of times, and the images resolved themselves into one Parker. Thank God. “Yeah,” he said belatedly. “I’m alive.” It didn’t really feel like it, though; his head ached, and his throat hurt, and he was pretty sure he had a fever.
“Good.” Parker dimpled and offered him a cup. “I made you chicken soup!”
Shifting himself to a more upright position, though it felt like he listed sideways, Eliot accepted the steaming mug. He couldn’t smell anything, but steam rose off the liquid inside the cup, so he blew across it, and took a taste.
It took a lot not to spit the stuff across the room. “Parker?”
“Uh, huh?” She almost bounced in place. “Do you like it?”
“Uh…what is this?”
“Chicken soup, silly!” Parker grinned even more.
If the cup wasn’t so nice and warm in his hands, he’d set it down. “Parker, I don’t know what this is, but it’s not chicken soup.”
“It is too, Eliot!” Parker pouted. “It said it right there, on the box. ‘Chicken Soup, just add water’!”
She wished she knew why Eliot groaned like that.
Re: Fill: "Better than Home Made" (Leverage)
Date: 2013-12-08 08:23 pm (UTC)This is really delightful. Love it.
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