Friday | Autumn
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comment_ficHello out there~! I hope you’ve had a great week. ^_^
Today's theme: autumn. The weather may not be perfect for jackets and warm beverages quite yet (at least not here...), but that’s okay. Let’s celebrate this Sunday’s autumnal equinox and look forward to what the season has to offer.
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This is the end of the line for me, my good fellows. Until next time... ♥
tag="Autumn"
Today's theme: autumn. The weather may not be perfect for jackets and warm beverages quite yet (at least not here...), but that’s okay. Let’s celebrate this Sunday’s autumnal equinox and look forward to what the season has to offer.
A reminder of the rules:
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Also, for the sake of our fantastic coders, please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
Examples:
For a single fandom:
X-Men (any ‘verse), author’s choice, the scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon fills the mansion
Star Trek (AOS or TOS), Kirk/McCoy, the comfort of a warm homemade (sweet potato, pecan, apple, pumpkin...) pie when light years away from home
Temeraire, Laurence + or / Granby, traveling under the cover of colorful autumn foliage
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
Whitechapel/BBC Sherlock, Joe + Sherlock, the first real freeze of the season
If the plot bunnies aren’t nipping at your heels today, don't forget to check out our archive of Lonely Prompts.
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This is the end of the line for me, my good fellows. Until next time... ♥
tag="Autumn"
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Date: 2013-09-20 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-20 05:06 am (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2016-03-25 11:04 am (UTC)He had wanted to do further practice on precision flying, and specifically the positions the aviators should adopt for maximum effect and, if today he could not do this with the rest of the squadron, flying beneath the higher branches of the trees gave a suitable alternative.
He could see Granby looking around in appreciation and hear from further back the excitement of the younger members of the crew at seeing all the different natural colours, and pointing out their favourites.
Temeraire, too, was enjoying the flight, and demanding to know the names of all the trees. “That one, with the darker gold leaves.” “No, Granby, I said darker gold, not lighter gold.” “Yes, I know that’s an oak, you told me that before, what about the one behind it?”
After a while Laurence, who had occasionally sought to identify some of the trees, gave up and promised to find Temeraire a suitable book for future reference. To him the pleasure came, not in identifying the individual trees, but in watching the way the greens, golds, reds, and russets blended together into a harmonious whole. It reminded him that nature sometimes did effortlessly what it took years for a trained artist to achieve.
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Date: 2014-11-30 05:20 pm (UTC)Robert would have liked never to see an apple again, but Gisellle was obviously made of sterner stuff. "Oh," she squealed when Morgan explained what the shiny red things were, and, squeezing his arm, pulled him back to the street vendor, "I want to try one!"
Morgan perked up. "Me too, Daddy. Please?"
He wasn't about to scare Morgan with tales of evil spells, so he relented with his best fake smile.
Giselle noticed, of course. "Are you all right?"
Robert remembered that she had woken up, that true love was stronger than poisoned apples. "Yes. I think I am."
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Date: 2013-09-20 06:59 am (UTC)Fill : The Flash, Joe/Caitlin
Date: 2016-09-28 07:53 pm (UTC)Then again, she knows that if she feels cold, she could just stop walking and cuddle up to Joe West, human furnace and giver of the best hugs known to man.
When that thought strikes her, suddenly all she wants is to feel his arms around her, like craving chocolate when on a diet. And since she's fairly sure that he won't deny her sudden wish, she stops, thankful the path is deserted, and slips her arms around his waist, lifting her face to his for a kiss. He grins, leans down and brings his lips to hers, his arms going around her shoulders and holding her tightly.
It's a quick kiss, enough to slake her thirst for now, but he doesn't release her from the circle of his arms, instead sways her lazily on the spot, almost like they're in the middle of a dance floor. Which, like walking hand in hand, is something they don't often get to do, though it has been known to happen if they're alone in his kitchen. "We should do this more often," he says, his voice low and she can't help but agree with him.
"No meta humans, no work, no-one but us..." It's everything she knew they needed but she he told quite realised how much they needed it, how much the weight of all the stares from friends and family had been weighing them down.
"Yeah." He runs a hand down her cheek. "Perfect."
She has to kiss him again then, can't not, and this time the kiss is warmer, hotter altogether, and when she pulls away, both of them are breathing hard. "How about we go back?" she suggests and he nods slowly.
"Snuggle up in front of the fire in the lounge?"
They'd planned to do that the previous evening but a long drive had tired them both out, Joe especially, and they'd had dinner in the nearby town and gone straight to bed afterwards. Caitlin is looking forward to the snuggling, of course, but right now, there's a different kind of fire she wishes to tend.
"Later," she says, her hands moving from around his waist, fitting easily into the back pockets of his jeans, pushing their lower bodies into closer contact with each other. She slides her lips over his and whispers, "Much later."
"I like the way you think," he mumbles against her lips and moments later, leaves crunch underfoot as they head, at a brisk pace, back to the bed and breakfast.
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Date: 2013-09-20 08:43 am (UTC)original, gen, PG, mild language
Date: 2014-05-12 04:59 pm (UTC)...
Her hair is bright orange this century, though the tips are a soft yellow. She typically wears brown capris and a red, long-sleeved shirt, with rainbow flats on her feet.
She’s forever eighteen, this life, and getting really fucking tired of it all.
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At the turn of the year, the four gather, as they always do, plotting out the next year’s weather.
“I’m going to be brutal,” Winter tells them, cackling. “My time, bitches!” He’s wearing all black, with dark stripes in his white hair. He’s young-looking this life, younger even than Autumn.
Spring frowns at him, looking like a harmless little old lady, decked out in a neon green dress and wide-brimmed purple hat. “Don’t be too harsh, dear,” she says, but the order is plain beneath the kind words. You don’t fuck with Spring.
Winter pouts at her but doesn’t respond.
Summer is shirtless, of course, wearing swim-trunks with sharks on them. He’s somewhere between Spring and Autumn in age, and he’s dancing to music none of them can hear. “I vote hurricanes this year,” he says, twirling with a laugh. “All the hurricanes!”
Autumn rolls her eyes.
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They cast votes – Spring is against anything to volatile, but Winter wants to go to work, and Summer wants huge waves and heat, and Autumn really does not give a fuck. She needs a vacation.
After Winter and Summer take their leave, Spring sits Autumn down with a cup of iced tea. “You’re young,” she says. “Younger than us.” She sips the tea while Autumn avoids her gaze. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of us; we were all young once.” She smiles, reaching out to pat Autumn’s hand. “There are eight months until your equinox, Autumn. Take a rest ‘til then. Read. Dance. If you like, date. Travel.”
Autumn blinks at her. “I can do that? But –”
Spring raises an eyebrow. Autumn subsides. “Better to tarry than to burn out, dear. Take it from someone much older than you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Autumn says.
Patting Autumn’s hand again, Spring rises to her feet. “Find something you enjoy doing and do it. I myself have a husband waiting up for me, and three months ‘til I have to emerge.” She gives Autumn a wicked smile, and Autumn shudders. Spring looks ancient, and so innocent. She waves as the scent of fresh blossoms fill the air, and then she’s gone, leaving Autumn in the meeting room alone.
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Autumn Ceres enrolls in a community college in a small northwestern city in the United States of America just in time for the spring semester. Everyone around her complains about the crazy winter that’s happening, the worst in years, but she just reads books and watches movies and fails a few tests because she can.
Eventually, the winter recedes for spring, as it always does. The forecasters say it’ll be an easy summer. She remembers Summer’s glee and laughs.
She still has six months, and she’s going to make the most of them.
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Date: 2014-11-30 06:10 pm (UTC)Ed shrugs confidently. "But I said to come this way from school," he says, glad to have a reasonable argument. "You'd never have seen them otherwise."
Winry wonders why they bother to squabble over who will get first pick of these apples. Must be a boy thing, because everyone knows that whoever climbs higher up the tree wins.
They can't possibly believe she'll let either of them win, can they?
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Date: 2013-09-20 11:25 am (UTC)Fill: A Heady Aroma
Date: 2013-09-27 12:06 pm (UTC)Steve clamps his hand on Danny’s arm. “What is that?”
Danny raises his eyebrows. “You don’t know?”
“No. Now tell me.” The scent has permeated Steve’s office.
Danny takes a sip and closes his eyes. “Ah.”
Steve follows the line of his throat as he swallows. “Danny. I need to know what that is. It smells amazing.”
Danny waves the cup under Steve’s nose. “What’s in it for me?”
“Oh, come on. Just tell me, put me out of my misery.”
Danny pulls back the cup and ponders, taking another sip for good measure. Steve makes a frustrated noise.
“Okay, okay, lunch is on me today,” Steve says. “Now tell me.”
“Deal. This, my friend, is a pumpkin spice latte, available only at your friendly neighborhood outlet of corporate coffee, aka Starbucks.” He takes the plastic cover off and wafts the scent towards Steve with his hand. “You’ve never had one?”
“Jesus. Thank you. And no, I haven’t. Let’s go.”
“I can’t believe it. You have never had the creamy spicy bliss, the heady perfume, the tantalizing aroma…“
“Danny!”
“…of a pumpkin spice latte?”
“Jesus Christ, no, I haven’t and now I really, really want to!”
Danny grins. “I thought we had to go interview those witnesses ASAP?”
Steve glowers at him. “Yeah, but I can’t concentrate on anything until I try that. Can I get it with soy milk?”
Danny takes another sip and licks his lips. Steve watches and his eyes get a little unfocused. “Probably.”
Danny inches toward him and suddenly the drink doesn’t seem quite as important.
“Seriously, the smell of that is driving me crazy. Can I taste yours?”
“Sure.” Danny puts down the cup and comes close, his hands settling on Steve’s waist. He leans his face up. “Go ahead. Take a taste.”
Steve’s lips part; heat pools in his belly. All he can think about now is Danny’s mouth. He wraps his arms around Danny’s shoulders and leans down to kiss him. Danny’s lips open to his tongue and Steve tastes the spicy, creamy sweetness that lingers there. He presses closer and loses himself in the kiss.
After a moment, they part. Steve’s a little lightheaded. “Yeah, that, uh, is really good. Even better than it smells.”
“Better, huh?” Danny grins.
Steve grins back. “We’re still going to Starbucks right now though.”
“Never doubted it.”
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