Wednesday: One Word Prompts
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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.
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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
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Date: 2014-01-22 09:22 pm (UTC)Fill, Original
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Date: 2014-01-22 09:55 pm (UTC)The Hobbit (Jackson films), Thorin ( + Fili&Kili), (there's a) grief (that can't be spoken)
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Date: 2014-01-22 11:20 pm (UTC)original, first person, talk of violence
Date: 2015-06-25 07:16 pm (UTC)They call this land a paradise for know not what came before. It is beautiful now, yes, for none remember the signs of a curse.
I know, of course I know - I have been here so long I cannot recall the feel of dirt beneath my hooves, the wind in my mane - feet, I mean. Hair.
Ach, don't listen to me. I'm but a fool, of course. A fool who speaks of portents long gone, of times that surely never existed.
It is lovely, though, is it not? Such a fair piece of land, this realm. Bought and paid for in blood and fire - how else do you think the flowers grow so beautifully, the trees so tall? It is an ancient magic, that, the rite of conquest.
Of course, I'm but a fool. Old and tired.
There was a terrible battle here, once. Long ago. The very ground shook, and a blight came so terrible -
Forgive me, I'm just tired. My mind wanders, sometimes. Thank you, thank you, water would be lovely. Just a parched throat, you know.
Thank you, that's just what I needed. Quite clear, our water. This paradise - none like it the world over.
There was a horseman, once. His horse was unmatched, a fearsome thing. Crops died where he stepped, battles turned when he rode in.
This paradise - this realm of plenty and wonder.
We've been here before, you know. Ages pass, the sun rises and sets, dynasties and dynasties... but I am simply an old fool who enjoys watching horses run. Don't listen to me.
Of course, of course, thank you for your generosity, young sir. I am quite hungry. You should -
Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Surely, it never happened.
Re: original, first person, talk of violence
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Date: 2014-01-23 03:57 am (UTC)Their gaze holds them in the moment, keeping the truce of their mutual desire afloat. There are no sudden moves, and even a caress requires a check, a look in the other man's eyes to confirm intent and permission.
Quinn checks twice before pressing Eliot's shoulders back, softly, too softly, so that Eliot falls back on the bed; it is a ritual more than a push or a shove, but they know that the theater of aggression is as close as they can safely come. Quinn leans over, eyes still on Eliot's, to gently lift Eliot's leg to kiss a line up his thigh. Eliot relaxes enough to close his eyes and enjoy it, and it's as close to a surrender as Quinn has ever seen in him.
Quinn moves up, wraps his lips around him, feels Eliot resist the urge to buck, and he wishes, desperately, that he could tell Eliot to let go, to lose control. But he won't ask for this, and Eliot wouldn't give it if he did; they walk a fine line between pleasure and lethal, and neither of them can afford to lose their balance.
Eliot moans, and it's good. It's not the messy kind of good, the kind of good you get when it's with someone who can't see the danger in you. But it's Eliot moaning, trying not to writhe in pleasure, and Quinn savors the moment, the sensation of coiled power, pinned back, underneath his hands.
They are complicated men, with pasts that have marked themselves into their bodies, and when those bodies meet, they are careful not to let their histories of pain and violence overtake them. It is a troubling thing, wanting a man too much like yourself. But to Quinn, it is worth the trouble.
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Date: 2014-01-23 03:08 am (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2014-01-23 03:10 am (UTC)Fill: "Sweets to the Sweet" (200 episode A.U.)
Date: 2015-06-25 04:53 pm (UTC)Except that one time, with Ari. And she learned her lesson.
The bullet took her down, but didn't kill her. She was coherent when the ambulance took her away. Tony wasn't, which let Gibbs know what he'd suspected all along about their relationship. He made McGee drive Tony to the hospital afterward.
"Don't forget flowers," he said. When Tony stared at him blankly, Gibbs went on, "Women like flowers. Even Kate."
"Oh. Yeah. Right! Flowers." Tony nodded.
"Get out of here," Gibbs said, cutting them both loose. There was still paperwork to be done, and then he'd head over to the hospital and sit watch with the rest of them.
Ari might've thought someone would be getting funeral arrangements.
Not today.
Not today.
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