Wednesday: One Word Prompts

[simply-aly.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m simply_aly and today's theme is One Word Prompts. This one's pretty simple, prompts can be anything, but they have to be only one word long.

The rules are the same as they've always been:
-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...
+ The Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena, dream
+ Game of Thrones, Cersei Lannister, power
+ Supernatural, Dean Winchester, death

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.


tag=one word prompts

Comments

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, arachnophobia

Arachnophobic; Avengers team and slight Clint/Natasha; PG

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

The funny thing was, she was arachnophobic. This one fact was something that was well hidden and only one other person knew - and he took pleasure in exploiting it.

"I think we should have a team mascot if we're to be a proper superhero group." Tony said as they lazed about in Stark tower one night.

"Like what?" Steve replied, looking up.

"How about a spider?" Clint said, grinning.

He watched as Natasha squirmed lightly in her seat, but remained silent.

"Why a spider?" Tony asked, frowning slightly.

"Well a hawk would be too much trouble and there aren't really animals for the rest of you. Not to mention, Tash did close the big portal and save the world...sort of." Clint explained.

"That is correct." Thor said, nodding. "It is appropriate!"

"Well that's agreed then. We'll get a spider and keep it here, since this is where we all hang out." Tony said, sitting up straight.

Clint looked again at Natasha. "What do you think?"

She smiled. "I think that's very flattering. Thank you!"

As they all got ready to leave that night, Natasha caught up with Clint. They walked in silence for a while before Natasha began to speak.

"Tonight?" She said calmly. "You are going to pay for that!"

Clint stopped in his tracks before grinning and running to catch up with her. Totally worth it!

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Babysitters Club, any, parallax

Fill

[toomanysecrets1.livejournal.com]

At AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2005653).

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Cassie, partisan

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Gunnerkrigg Court, Annie, skill

[ms-bekahrose.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin, Any/Any, Susurrus.

Fill

[alba17.livejournal.com]

The whispering sighs meant only one thing: the spell had succeeded. Merlin held his breath until the signs were there: the statue, stiff and inanimate, mutated like melting butter into a living thing, a dog that could bark and jump. Merlin felt a smile creep over his features and even though he was alone, he suppressed it. He didn’t want to feel too much pleasure in his magic, even in private. He feared others would sense it, feel its energy. So even though his soul harkened to this outward expression of its nature, he pushed down his natural reaction, suppressed his joy and focused on the task at hand: saving that prat, Prince Arthur, for the umpteenth time. He derived quite a bit of pleasure from that, which never failed to surprise him.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, any/any, desire

[ms-bekahrose.livejournal.com]

Confessions of Dorian Gray, Tobias Matthews, Glistening

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, any/any, sleep

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Kings, Jack/David, powerful

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

He grips the flesh hard (bruises the golden savior so deep, his bones blacken), fits his lips into the empty space. He breathes in the stolen air, gasps into his open mouth.

David's eyes flutter shut, his pupils dilate and his heart burns out of his chest. David fights back against the hold, skin burns in contact with cold hands (colder heart, so cold it burns like everlasting hellfire).

"You'll bow to your king," he whispers, savior in one hand (crushed corpse of butterfly in other God speaks no more)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Tony or Clint or Bucky or Coulson, lip

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, top

[ms-bekahrose.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Any/Any, Virility

[ms-bekahrose.livejournal.com]

Confessions of Dorian Gray, Dorian/Any, Remissive

[sksdwrld.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Mordred/any, lies

[alba17.livejournal.com]

He never wanted to lie. His whole being resisted it. Arthur demanded the truth from his men. Mordred could feel the pull of it, the force of Arthur’s expectations and he didn’t want to disappoint. But there were other things that demanded his allegiance, things that proved more compelling. Old friends and old allegiances, the pull of tradition, the ways his people had followed for time untold. And then there was Kara. Everything else paled before her and when she appeared at Camelot, he was torn but ultimately, he had no choice. He wished he could make Arthur understand, but it wasn’t to be. The knife chose its target and found the spot. Mordred was merely its instrument. He could do nothing to change it.

[sksdwrld.livejournal.com]

Confessions of Dorian Gray, Dorian/Toby, knees

[sksdwrld.livejournal.com]

Confessions of Dorian Gray, Dorian Gray/Toby, fire

[sksdwrld.livejournal.com]

Confessions of Dorian Gray, Dorian/Toby, moonlight

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Oh my grah, who is that gorgeous guy in your icon?

[sksdwrld.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Mordred/any, shadows

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Immortal, Cheater

[tigriswolf]

Boy Meets World, Shawn/Cory/Topanga, soulmates

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili + Kili, brother

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili/Kili, reincarnation

[tigriswolf]

Despicable Me, Margo+Edith+Agnes, sisters

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, unbroken

Fill: The Hunger Games, gen, PG

[purple-cube.livejournal.com]

When he hears a sharp knock, Peeta thinks that it must be Greasy Sae, dropping in early to collect the day’s batch of bread. He’s already halfway there when he realizes that she’s never bothered knocking before.

The heavy door swings easily under his guidance, revealing his visitor. Her arms are folded around her plain white blouse, dark blonde hair cropped close to her scalp. Her gaze is fixed on some point in the distance, and he struggles to attach a name to the side profile presented to him.

But then, she turns, her lips pressed in a thin line. Even without any exaggerated color or shaping, he’d recognize that pout anywhere.

“Effie!”

She greets him with such a soft voice that he almost wonders if his memory is playing tricks on him again. “Peeta.”

His concern must be visible, because she immediately averts her gaze.

He takes a quick look behind her. There’s no sign of life from any of the other houses, despite the Victors’ Village and its periphery now housing almost the entire population of District 12. Peeta clears his throat, fixing a smile to his lips as he swings the door further away. “Come on in, Effie.”

Her mouth curls ever so slightly, but her eyes only flit briefly towards him as she brushes past.

Once inside, she pauses, unsure of where to go.

Peeta takes the lead, ushering her into the kitchen. “I was just finishing up today’s batch. This has somehow become the District’s unofficial bakery.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

He gestures at the table, and she lowers herself timidly into one of the chairs.

“Not really,” he says with a shrug. “I find it therapeutic. And when I first came back, I didn’t want to spend much time outside…you know, around other people…” He stops when he sees a flicker of hurt cross her face. But a moment later, her expression is blank again, so he continues. “I needed something to do, stuck in the house all day, so I struck up a deal with Greasy Sae. I bake while she cooks, and between us we feed all the builders and any newcomers that come with the trains.”

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, so he wanders back to the oven to check on the loaves. Her voice sounds almost like her own when she does finally speak. “I saw a lot of building work on the way here.”

“People are really trying to make it work here. After everything that’s happened, it seems the right thing to do,” he replies.

“And Katniss?”

He looks up, his eyes drawn involuntarily to the window – and to the house opposite. “She’s okay,” he says honestly. “She’s doing okay.”

“What does she do with her time?”

“She hunts, mostly. Provides game and fish for Sae’s meals.”

“And Haymitch?”

Peeta laughs. “I guess you could say Haymitch is the one constant in our lives. Still drinks. Still sleeps for most of the day.”

His mind drifts back to the previous night, when the three of them had had dinner in near-silence, and he almost misses Effie’s whispered response.

“He was a rebel.”

“Have you seen him, you know, since…”

She shakes her head. “He tried to talk to me during the, um, the execution. But I couldn’t.”

“Is that why you’re here now?” he asks gently.

“It’s one reason.”

He’s about to ask what the others might be, but a figure drifting past the window catches his attention.

He doesn’t miss Effie’s jump at the sound of the door opening, or the way her rounded eyes flicker to him in horror.

[TBC]

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, bashful