Monday - The morning after
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Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
crazycatt71 and they put me in charge for the week. Woo Hoo!Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
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...
Torchwood, Owen, Owen goes on a drinking binge after Dianne leaves, what happens the morning he wakes up to find Jack in his flat?
Sherlock, Mycroft/Lestrade, Mycroft & Lestrade wake up in bed together, neither can remember what happen or how they got there.
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Torchwood, Owen, Owen goes on a drinking binge after Dianne leaves, what happens the morning he wakes up to find Jack in his flat?
Sherlock, Mycroft/Lestrade, Mycroft & Lestrade wake up in bed together, neither can remember what happen or how they got there.
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Date: 2014-02-24 11:28 am (UTC)Well, well, well...
Date: 2014-02-24 02:30 pm (UTC)Toby fucked me for hours. He fucked until I was tired and aching all over and begging for respite, and still went on. He fucked and I came, again, and again, and again. And it was worth it. It was worth all the nights of despair, the nights of cajoling, the nights I'd spent waiting for planets to collide.
It was worth it when, breathless and sated, we held each other and laughed; when high on pleasure, we curled around one another and slipped into the dreamless sleep of the exhausted and well-fucked. It was even worth it when, long after the sun had risen in the sky, that I awoke, alone, to sheets smelling of our married perspirations and stained with the evidence of our act.
I wanted to hate him then, but I knew I never would.
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Date: 2014-02-24 11:40 am (UTC)No fill
Date: 2014-02-25 12:25 pm (UTC)*drools*
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Date: 2014-02-24 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-24 11:45 am (UTC)Need
Date: 2014-02-24 03:04 pm (UTC)----
The sun is up, just outside the window. Blocked by thick, heavy curtains that render the room dark as though it were the middle of the night.
Toby is cold in his arms, his chest so still and pale that it could be mistaken for the great marble statues of long forgotten cities.
Dorian wraps his body around Toby as much as he possibly can. Creating a cage of his legs and arms, in an attempt to keep Toby as close as possible without physically crawling inside of him, becoming him.
He needs this, here, now. Needs to feel Toby in the bracket of his arms, to see his stillness, to watch as eyelashes rest on pale cheeks and lips that were flush only hours ago with the first rush of fresh blood. Needs to know that this is real… That Toby is real.
When Toby wakes and asks why Dorian is still there, Dorian knows that that will be his answer. As much as Toby needs the dark, Dorian needs Toby.
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Date: 2014-02-24 11:48 am (UTC)Fill: Merlin/Gwaine, unrequited Merlin/? Warning: AAAAAAANGST
Date: 2014-02-25 12:42 pm (UTC)"'m never drinking again," he moaned softly.
Beside him, the bed shifted and an arm that didn't belong to Merlin reached out and dragged him onto his side.
"'s'alright, Merlin," came Gwaine's hoarse, sleepy voice, "y'don' have to 'f y'don' want to. S'better t'sleep it off, anyway."
Suddenly Merlin was wide awake.
"Oh, bloody hell..."
Gwaine opened a single, baleful eye. "There's nothing wrong with me, y'know," he muttered.
Merlin blinked, wishing he was still asleep - or that he could magic away his hangover. "Gwaine."
"Yes, Merlin."
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"I know that, Merlin. In fact I just said that to you."
"It's just... I'm just..."
"Surprised? I bet you thought I was someone else, didn't you?" Gwaine said, letting out a huff of laughter that sounded anything but amused.
"How did we both fit in this tiny little bed, anyway?" Merlin asked, trying to make his brain work.
Gwaine laughed properly at that. "You can be very ... inventive when you're motivated properly, Merlin, you know that." His eyes grew serious, and a little sad. "I'm ... sorry, Merlin."
"For what? We're both grown men, consenting adults. I'm sure when I can remember it, last night was a lot of fun," Merlin said, trying to lighten the oddly melancholic mood.
"No," said Gwaine, gripping Merlin's wrist. "I'm sorry I wasn't someone else."
Merlin cringed. "Did I...?"
"Say someone else's name at the crucial moment?" Gwaine supplied, and nodded, making Merlin wince.
"Sorry, Gwaine. I ... don't really remember much. I hope..."
"It's not the first time someone's substituted me for someone else, Merlin. Don't fret. You're still my best mate. Right?"
Merlin hated the note of uncertainty in Gwaine's voice.
"'Course you are. Who else would polish the entire army's mucky boots with me when Arthur throws a hissy fit?"
"Good." Gwaine looked painfully relieved. "Now shut up and roll over so we can spoon properly. It's hours 'til we need to be up, and my head is throbbing."
Re: Fill: Merlin/Gwaine, unrequited Merlin/? Warning: AAAAAAANGST
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Date: 2014-02-24 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-02-24 01:50 pm (UTC)Fill: Tumbles Of Courage - Nick/Monroe - PG
Date: 2014-02-24 06:11 pm (UTC)Nick wakes up, an arm wrapped around his waist, enveloping him in warmth. He blinks, looking down first at his fingers - entwined with another's, and then glances around the darkened room. It takes him a moment to recognize where he's at, and he sighs.
Monroe's. Specifically, Monroe's bed. And it goes without saying that it must be Monroe's breath he feels on his neck.
Turning slightly, he leans against the arm that tries to snuggle him closer until he can see Monroe's face. And he's not sure if he should be petrified, or glad that at least one of them had the sense to finally say something to the other.
He watches Monroe sleep as the vague memories of the night before flood back into his consciousness. With a sigh, Monroe's eyes flutter open. Nick dares a smile, but Monroe just frowns, pulling Nick closer to him, saying, "Go back to sleep."
"Umm," Nick starts, pausing until Monroe opens his eyes again. "Did we..." he starts, leaving the unasked question hanging there between them.
Monroe lets go of Nick, but only to rub his face. He leans up, resting his head on one hand while the other goes back to Nick's arm, gently touching the skin. "No," Monroe finally says. "You were in absolutely no shape, know what I mean?"
"Good," Nick manages.
Removing his hand almost instantly from Nick's side, Monroe manages a grimace before he turns onto his back. With his hands over his face, he just mutters a muffled, "Get out," the pain in his voice quite evident.
"No, no, no," Nick says. "I mean-" He waits, but Monroe doesn't turn back, or even look at him. Nick grabs Monroe's wrist and pulls it away, waiting until Monroe glances down at him with his free eye. "I mean good, because if we did do something, I'd want to remember it."
It takes a few seconds, but Monroe finally pulls his remaining hand away from his face, and he gives Nick a cautious look.
Nick takes advantage of Monroe's supine position and leans over, putting a hand on Monroe's chest and then resting his chin on it, gazing into Monroe's eyes. "Last thing I remember is going to the spice shop. You wanna fill me in on what happened between then and, well, now?" he asks with a wink.
Sighing again, Monroe says, "Well you came into the shop, where I was helping Rosalee mix up something for a demanding hexenbiest that'd come in earlier. We were busy, and you were looking around and, ungraceful Grimm that you are, you knocked over two jars - nepeta cataria and borago officinalis. And then," he says, then shrugs, "well..." letting his voice trail off.
"Well?" Nick questions.
"Well," Monroe says, "You... Well, you couldn't keep your hands off of me." Monroe puts his hands on his pillow, resting his head on his palms. "Rosalle said that the combination of the two created a sort of hybrid love/courage potion. She said that... Well, she wasn't sure if your new amorous intentions were really real, or because of the combination."
Monroe glances down into Nick's eyes, an uncertain look on his face. "Well?"
Leaning up, Nick ghosts his lips against Monroe's, lingering slightly until Monroe reaches down and puts a hand against Nick's cheek, Nick leaning into it gently as he again puts his chin on his hand. "It's real," he quietly says. "I just..." Sighing, he adds, "I never wanted to hurt our friendship."
Nodding, and with a cautiously optimistic look on his face, Monroe blows out a quiet laugh and says, "I really don't think you could ever hurt our friendship, Nick. Unless, you know, you - like - cut off my head and put it on a spike outside my house."
"Only if you make me eat that nasty cauliflower and brussel sprout stew again," Nick says.
"Good," Monroe says, then leans down and claims a kiss. "Now go back to sleep," he adds, turning back to his side and throwing his arm around Nick's waist, Nick turning and snuggling back into Monroe's warmth.
Closing his eyes, but knowing sleep won't come anytime soon, Nick says, "'night, Monroe," and squeezes the long, delicate fingers that lace with his own.
"'night," Monroe manages. And the last thing Nick remembers is a kiss on his neck chasing him into slumber.
Re: Fill: Tumbles Of Courage - Nick/Monroe - PG
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Date: 2014-02-24 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-24 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Three Musketeers (any version), Athos/Aramis, waking up together
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Reese has a hangover and a vague memory of hitting on Finch
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Date: 2014-02-24 06:51 pm (UTC)At that moment Finch came into his fuzzy view. The black eye confirmed his worse fears. Finch was holding something which apparently he expected him to drink, if the voice that was half drowned out by the bells in his head, was to be believed. He downed the liquid quickly and lay back down.
He heard Finch say “You should feel better in about half an hour. And perhaps then you’ll be able to tell me what was so important about the giant rat of Sumatra and why we needed to leave the ship as quickly as possible.”
Finch had almost reached the door when he added “Oh, and next time you are quite so insistent on getting up I shall leave Bear to restrain you, rather than trying to do so myself.”
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:43 pm (UTC)Arrow, Digg/Oliver, wake up in bed together although neither can remember how they got there.
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Date: 2014-02-24 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-24 04:12 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author’s choice, Stiles dies beneath the full moon; he rises with the sun, wings spread wide
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:14 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki, Waking up is nice for those first few moments before you remember who and what you are.
Fill: Clean
Date: 2014-02-28 04:50 am (UTC)---
Wind blows the halls through the door one fallen piece of scoured stone at a time. If sun has a smell it is this: hot stone, saffron and water set afire.
The rasp of sand through each room. Voices carried from ceiling to shadow. Marble’s cold pressed against the soles of his feet. A murmuring star hangs over an infant world tree. The ghost of water passes through, finding its heart in a fountain open to the air. The only music that lingers, now.
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His mouth is sealed with blood. Screaming or a bitten tongue. It doesn’t matter. Both are easy. Blood. Flesh. Fractured remembrance. Bones in his feet shear tightly against each other. He hears them splinter. He barely feels the rivulets passing over his heels, pooling on the cold floor.
Days he hopes pain/rage will scour him. If he lives a thousand years it could. A thousand times a thousand stars.
No.
There are spaces light cannot reach. Memories of stone. Sand singing in Petra’s halls. Borghild’s gifts to him. An absent ruin for a child who speaks to the water and stars.
Absence is greater than madness. Living in a fractured mind is simple. There is little enough left, besides.
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:17 pm (UTC)Star Wars, author’s choice, Anakin Skywalker dies on the Death Star – and then wakes up in the slave quarters on Tatooine
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:19 pm (UTC)Charmed, Chris ( + Wyatt), in the future he died to save, Chris remembers a world that never was
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:20 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles/Derek, they wake up with Stiles as the big spoon and it feels right
FILL!
Date: 2015-08-11 05:39 pm (UTC)They went to bed angry, both too prideful to simply kiss and make up. Even though lovers are supposed to fight from time to time, that’s the natural order, Derek hates arguing with Stiles. Derek throws in the towel first—he’s not pissed anymore, and he can tell Stiles isn’t. His boyfriend keeps scooting closer to him, wiggling just a little bit nearer with every few passing seconds. When Stiles is within reach, he wraps his arms around Derek, hugging him fondly as he spoons around his husband. Derek pressed back into his embrace and took hold of his hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze.
“M’sorry, baby,” Derek purrs quietly.
“Me, too, let’s not fight anymore, Deal?”
Derek nods, “Deal.”
A kiss seals the promise before they close their eyes and drift off into the realm of joyful, happy dreams. The next morning, Stiles woke up with an armful of sleepy, warm Derek. He lovingly nuzzles his neck and softly brushes a kiss to his temple. Derek purrs blissfully and snuggles back into Stiles’ arms, fitting their bodies together from head to toe.
Other Alpha’s may sneer at the idea of being the little spoon, as if it somehow makes them a chump and forces them to lose their ‘Man Card’. Derek doesn’t care about the silly macho bull-crap. Being the little spoon feels right, soothing and where he is meant to be, offered comfort and safety from the man he loves with all his heart.
♥ END ♥
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