Thursday: Indulgence
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is Indulgence. Prompts can be how someone indulges, overindulges, or hold themselves back from indulging...
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
-> Avengers: Fury: he knows Phil lets Clint get away with the things
-> Hawaii Five-O: Danny: knows Steve is really humouring him
-> Castle: Beckett: Sometimes when she looks at him she wants to lean over and kiss him
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is Indulgence. Prompts can be how someone indulges, overindulges, or hold themselves back from indulging...The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
-> Avengers: Fury: he knows Phil lets Clint get away with the things
-> Hawaii Five-O: Danny: knows Steve is really humouring him
-> Castle: Beckett: Sometimes when she looks at him she wants to lean over and kiss him
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
tag=Indulgence
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:36 pm (UTC)mini-fill - Pineapple
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:38 pm (UTC)fill (drabble)
Date: 2014-10-04 06:16 am (UTC)If he could be that person, he was happy to shoulder the duties.
Because he believed in their strengths. In justice. In the fact that good - as long as it kept its smarts and a decent arsenal - would always triumph over evil.
And when that failed, he believed in clever escape plans to wiggle their way out of trouble and.fine cigars to celebrate after the fact.
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:39 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:31 pm (UTC)- Saadi
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:32 pm (UTC)- Robert A. Heinlein
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:36 pm (UTC)William Hazlitt
BtVS. Spike(&Angel). Old Wolves
Date: 2013-02-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Their only hesitation comes late at night, when they're snug in their warm beds, and wonder whether they've let a ravenous wolf into their midst instead.
Thoughtless little sheep.
He doesn't blame them. How could they know?
Spike has lived in the wolf's jaws, danced with him and licked his paws. They have played in red-blossoming snow, and regaled each other with the choiciest morsels upon abandoned battlefields. He knows the wolf's pelt keeps you warm only as long as you're close enough to be bitten.
How he'd longed to get close. Closer.
How he'd spit in his face when he'd been tossed aside, like so much carrion on the road.
This? This is no wolf.
Angel won’t snap his fangs at any show of defiance, he won’t sharpen his claws on Spike’s hide if he plays coy, but rather he’ll get that annoyed frown that speaks more of long-suffering martyrdom. As if Spike were one more burden to carry, instead of the all-trade mate he once was shaped to be.
This is a laugh. He is a laugh. A skinned, impotent puppet stolen by an undeserving soul.
“Hey, Spike.” Angel has rid himself of the others, and now walks toward him, car keys dangling from his hand. “One of the ops teams has had a sighting. You coming?”
Spike opens his mouth to tell him off, to challenge him. But the anger only burns so high, the hate stays curled inside him, a snake too old to steal a bite.
Instead he laughs.
Might as well accept it. They’re both jokes now.
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:41 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, you’ve given me the best of you; now I need the rest of you
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:42 pm (UTC)fill: Dying Young (Spn, Bela Talbot)
Date: 2013-03-01 02:22 am (UTC)Bela only rarely smokes. People say that it's calming, but Bela can hardly ever afford to be calm. Bela is level headed, she is cool and collected, she has complete self-control, but she has no time for calm. She's living on borrowed time, only three more years of it, and she doesn't want to waste any more moments than she must.
Calm isn't anywhere near as wonderful as the feeling of rushing, gasping adrenaline, speeding her heart and moving her heavy limbs. Calm isn't the rush of a job or the thrill of nearly getting caught, isn't the feeling of an artifact tucked into a bag in her belt, isn't the glow of success that accompanies every heart-pounding second of a heist gone right. Bela loves the heart-in-your-mouth feeling of theft, thinks that living in constant peril, always on the verge of dying fast, is the only way to live. Bela craves the danger; it makes her feel alive, untouchable. With just short of 1,000 days, Bela has far better things to do with her time than sit back with a cigarette and relax.
Sometimes, though, when she's pretending to be someone she's not, in disguise for a job or because some days she doesn't want to remember what she's done, when she wants to indulge herself and pretend she'll live forever, Bela lights up. She's already dying young, a cigarette or two couldn't possibly have time to kill her first. She doesn't love the heavy feeling of smoke in her throat and she doesn't have much use for nicotine or forced calm, but a cigarette is something to hold on to. And sometimes, Bela is so busy flying towards hell, going so very fast that it's as if a hellhound were on her tail, that she needs something to hold on to, before hell swallows her whole.
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:05 pm (UTC)Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist, "Sleeping In"
Date: 2013-03-01 03:21 am (UTC)Winry snuffled into her pillow, folding it up around her head like a goose-down cocoon. Ed wrinkled his nose but decided to let her be for the moment. He needed the wash room, and maybe a drink of water, and then he’d think about trying to wake his girlfriend.
Returning to the bedroom, a glass of water in hand, Ed stood at the footboard, staring at Winry. She’d rolled away from the sunlight, putting her back to the window. A patch of light stained her shoulder gold, and Ed felt his heart swell up at the sight of her. Who would’ve thought his childhood friend would’ve grown up to be so beautiful? How had he been so lucky as to actually win her heart?
“I feel you starin’,” Winry mumbled.
“I was thinking of the best way to wake you up.”
“Mm. Lemme sleep.”
“It’s a quarter ‘til eight, Winry.” Ed moved around to sit on the edge of the mattress, rubbing the curve of her hip.
“Uh, huh, an’ we don’t have any plans for the day.” Winry craned her head back to look at him, bright blue eyes showing through her bangs. “We can sleep in,” she all but crooned.
Ed opened his mouth, about to argue, then realized Winry knew their appointments and obligations far better than he did – she was the one to write them in her book, so she wouldn’t miss anything; any customer who might need her skills, any birthday that needed celebrating, any train time he had to make.
“Seriously?” he asked, not even daring to hope.
“Uh, huh.” Winry twisted around, patting the mattress next to her. “Come back to bed, Ed. We can wake up in a few hours.”
Her sleepy smile and warm body convinced him. Ed lay down next to her, grinning when Winry snuggled against him, her arm draping over his stomach. “What happens when we wake up?”
“Mm, if you’re good, maybe breakfast in bed.”
“Really? You’ll feed me?”
Winry licked his collarbone lazily. “Or I’ll eat you up, one or the other.”
His dick twitched at the idea. “Yeah?”
She slapped his stomach, so lightly, it didn’t even sting. “Later.”
Ed snorted, kissing the top of her head. “Later, you tell me, after saying something like eating me up.”
“You know it’s better if you wait.” Winry yawned, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
Down, boy, Ed told himself wryly. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Later?”
“Promise,” Winry told him sleepily, the relaxed weight of her body against him letting him know she was falling back asleep.
Ed imagined what might happen later, and let out a sigh, more comfortable than irritated. Right now, nothing was better than this; Winry sleeping in his arms and a morning off to do what they wanted. He closed his eyes, burying his nose in her hair. Later, they’d have to rejoin the rest of the world, but for now, everything important was right here, in their bed, on this morning, with sleep claiming them both.
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:08 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles, Stiles is turned into a vampire and he can drink from Derek for as long as he wants because of how quickly Derek heals - so, every now and then, he indulges
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:12 pm (UTC)White Collar/Inception(/RED), Arthur&Neal as Frank's twin sons, they both have a taste for fine things