Monday: One Word Prompts

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Good morning, everyone, and welcome to my week. I hope you enjoy it as much as I intend to.

The first theme of the week is 'one word prompts'. What that means is, you can use anything for a prompt, as long as it's a single word.

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!

~ The X-Files, Mulder+/Scully, Flinch
~ BtVS, Scoobies+Giles+Dawn, Popcorn
~ NCIS, Abby+Tim, Toys
~ Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, Nightmare

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The X-files, Mulder+/Scully, Flinch

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BtVS, Scoobies+Giles+Dawn, Popcorn

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NCIS, Abby+Tim, Toys

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, Nightmare

FILL: Just A Nightmare

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

He was waken abruptly, the night still stretching on and morning not far off. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and turned to the source of what had woken him.

Ed stared at the woman who had captured his heart, her perfect visage twisted in the throes of another nightmare. With concerned eyes, Ed shifted in the bed, pulling his sleeping wife against his chest, cradling her in a protective hold as he brushed damp blonde wisps of hair from her cheek.

“Winry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her soft skin as she whimpered unsettling in her sleep, her body working up to a fight, yet being so powerless to move from the weight of her dream.

“Winry, it’s just a nightmare.” Ed tightened his hold on her, burying his face against her neck, “Come back to me. I’m here, I’ll protect you.”

Slowly her stiff struggles loosened and her whimpering ceased. Edward smiled against her neck, pressing gentle kisses there, pulling her against him tightly.

“Everything will be fine,” he whispered, not wishing to wake her, but just hoping his voice would soothe her unsteady sleep even just a little.

They laid there for a long time, the morning dawn peeking over the horizon and filling the bedroom with a warm light. Ed continued to stroke his hand down Winry’s back, knowing that her sleep had finally calmed, hopefully for the more pleasant than the scariest.

Inhaling her honey scent laced with the ever present machine oil, Ed closed his eyes and hoped he too could get back to sleep, if only for another hour before Winry forced him awake.

Drifting back to sleep with a smile across his features, Ed’s light snores joined Winry’s as the early birds began singing their songs to the hillside.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

NCIS L.A., Callen + Deeks, home(less)

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Despicable Me, Minions, banana

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Supernatural, Sam + any, death

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The Avenger, Loki, hotdog

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The Penguins of Madagascar / The Avengers, Skipper + Nick Fury, report

Not A Fill

[katleept.livejournal.com]

But oh so seconded! I would love to read this! :-) I'd write it but don't feel comfortable enough with Fury.

Makes me reminisce about my Penguins/Red crossover from a few years back. ;-)

[chamekke.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers, itch.

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Angel: The Series, Harmony, snacking.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Unlike the rest of the staff at Wolfram & Hart, Harmony didn't quite mind the new rules from above. Perhaps because she was chummy with the CEO, perhaps because she felt sorry that Angel couldn't enjoy a little cup of B+ on a bad day, or perhaps because she'd never let someone else's rain ruin her parade.

Sure. The rules were pretty specific regarding drinking human blood on Wolfram & Hart's premises. Do it and get staked - and Angel would do it, too. He'd probably send that creepy ex Watcher to do the dirty and the last thing Harmony would see was the creepy - but strangely sexy - smile on the man's face.

No, thanks.

But she'd been a teenager on the Hellmouth, even when she'd had no idea what it was or that it'd kill her as a graduation present (immortality totally beat Daddy giving her a new car, by the way). She had been on the Slayer's class year, remember?

What she hadn't known about breaking the rules from cheerleading gossip, she'd learned by watching that girl and her friends sneak around town 'saving' the world.

So... yeah. Specific rules. Pff!

Angel should have learned about tightening a contract's little print before trying to take in Wolfram & Hart.

'On the premises', indeed.

"Hello, darling," she greeted today's 'companion', putting down her purse. He looks sweet, if a little dazed from whoever was biting into him before her arrival. She doesn't like getting seconds, but her snacking budget only stretches so far.

If Angel survives his first year on the job, she's so asking for a raise.

[chamekke.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Lestrade, orphan.

[chamekke.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Jayne, yearning.

a silly ficlet

[daria234.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a loss he cared to talk about.

Wasn't like anyone would understand.

But every year, he sang a sweet, sad song to himself, alone in his room, to commemorate the day he lost his hat.

[chamekke.livejournal.com]

Father Ted, Mrs Doyle, coffee.

ICON LOVE!!!!!

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"Ah, you'll have a cup of tea, Father," said the Craggy Island housekeeper.

"I actually prefer coffee," said the visiting Father O'Shane.

Ted and Dougal both looked worriedly in Mrd Doyle's direction. Mrs Doyle glared at the visitor.

"It's coffee you want, is it? And how do you take it? With milk cream, sugar, heroin???"

Father O'Shane blinked, taken aback. "I just like it black, thanks," he said, looking wide-eyed at his host.

"GATEWAY DRUG!" Mrs Doyle bellowed belligerently.

Ted was shaking his head and making slashing gestures at his throat, ceasing the instant the militant housekeeper's gaze turned his way.

"And what about you, Father Crilly?" Mrs Doyle asked sweetly.

"Tea will be fine, Mrs Doyle, just fine."

Mrs Doyle beamed at her priests, sent another vicious stare at the interloper, and sailed out to the kitchen.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Father O'Shane asked.

"Mrs Doyle has a very specific idea of what constitutes "proper" hospitality. Don't worry about it," Ted assured him.

Still, when Mrs Doyle returned with Jack's bottle of Huzzar, Ted and Dougal's cups of tea, and the mug of what was supposed to be coffee for Father O'Shane. As soon as she turned and stalked back to her domain, Ted crossed the room to the couch, and tipped the coffee into the potted plant on the tiny decorative table beside the sofa.

The plant immediately wilted.

"Ted," Dougal asked, "isn't that plant made of plastic?"

[creepy_shetan]

Inception, Eames/Robert, pockets

[moetushie]

... I've always wanted to write/read this pairing. Brb.

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RocknRolla, the Wild Bunch + Archy (slash optional), truth

[creepy_shetan]

Tinker(,) Tailor(,) Soldier(,) Spy (book or film), Ricki + Jim + Peter (slash optional), changes

[creepy_shetan]

The History Boys (film), Scripps/Posner, notes

[creepy_shetan]

X-Men (movie 'verse), (St.) John/Bobby, sleepless

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I can't sleep with you flicking that thing all night," Bobby complained suddenly.

John grinned at his roommate and kept flicking his lighter, raising an eyebrow to suggest innuendo.

"You know what I mean," Bobby said.

"Yeah," John said, "You mean that you can't sleep because you're worried about something you won't talk to me about. So you'd rather complain than freak out all alone."

Bobby looked at him in silence. It was amazing the way that John - insensitive as he was sometimes - could once in a while hit the nail on the head.

It was really annoying.

Bobby shot ice at John's lighter, freezing it out of commission. Seeing John's look of outrage, he burst out laughing.

John laughed too, then. He walked over to Bobby's bed and lay down, not overly close. "You got me, man. That was pretty good. But next time you're in a bad mood, don't take it out on the tools of my trade."

Bobby felt the warmth of John's body next to him. "Sure, whatever." He missed being able to feel warm.

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Phineas and Ferb, Candace/Jeremy, Craving

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Real Ghostbusters, Egon, Recipe

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Stargate SG-1, Team, Unique

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Phineas and Ferb, Buford, Gratitude

fill (drabble)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

The neighborhood children climbed out of the new sub-lava-rine (because there had been news about a nearby active volcano) and shouted out their thanks for another grand adventure before making their way home.

In the end, only one boy remained.

"Eh, Buford?" Phineas approached him. "Everything okay?"

"I'm not sure. A part of me wants to thank you," -for once, the bigger boy appeared pensive instead of threatening, "but I mostly want to warn you that your ideas are getting boring. Where are the mummies? The lake monsters?"

"Ah! Constructive criticism!"

"Whatever. Just make sure tomorrow is fun - or else!"

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass, regret.

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Any, any/any, poison.

Smallville, Clark/Lex

[daria234.livejournal.com]

They kiss and he pulls away.

Lex wants to warn him, wants to say that no one has ever survived loving him; loving him is like poison.

He wants to speak but Clark's lips are nearing again, pink and full and predatory in way that Lex isn't used to seeing. Not from Clark, anyway.

Lex kisses him back, forceful, and Clark meets him. It's half ballet and half battle: half the kiss of poison and half that kiss that wakes you from the dead.

They stop, and Clark grins, himself again suddenly. His smile is goofy and broad.

Lex knows that if he were a better man, he would warn Clark away.

He also knows that he's not going to.