Getsuyoubi | 200 Words
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creepy_shetan and it's my pleasure to be your (fourth-time) host this week. =^.^=
Today's theme: 200 words. Prompts can be whatever you like, but fills must be an even 200 words long.
A reminder of the rules:
Please remember to use the proper format for prompts. ➤ ➤ ➤ Fandom [/ Crossover], Character [+ or / Relationship], Prompt
Again, please include the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s). This is so that unfilled prompts can be easily added to the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet.
Examples:
We are now using AO3 to keep track of filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and (cross-)post it to AO3, please add your story to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. More information on this can be found here.
If the plot bunnies aren’t biting you today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet (ever a work in progress). You can also find prompts to write (and fills to read) with LJ’s advanced search options by limiting keyword results to comments posted in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search are available options, the simplest method might be to bookmark prompts that you like as you find them, and then return to them later when inspiration strikes.
All right, you guys. Let's have some fun this week~! ❤
tag="200 Words"
creepy_shetan and it's my pleasure to be your (fourth-time) host this week. =^.^=Today's theme: 200 words. Prompts can be whatever you like, but fills must be an even 200 words long.
A reminder of the rules:
✦ Use the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s) in your prompts
✦ No more than five prompts in a row per day
✦ No more than three prompts per fandom per day
✦ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
✦ Include a clear warning for any possible triggers in prompts and fills
✦ For prompts, no spoilers until one month after the airdate/release (use a spoiler tag to hide part or all of your prompt)
✦ For fills, warn for spoilers clearly, and either leave blank space before the text or hide the text under a spoiler tag
Please remember to use the proper format for prompts. ➤ ➤ ➤ Fandom [/ Crossover], Character [+ or / Relationship], Prompt
Again, please include the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s). This is so that unfilled prompts can be easily added to the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet.
Examples:
For a single fandom:
✧ The Librarians (TV 2014), Flynn Carsen + any, one of the oddest things they've heard Flynn ask the Library/the Annex
✧ The Hobbit (any 'verse), Bard + or / Thranduil, Much to Bard's relief, the Elvenking does not call him a dragonslayer, a king, or even a bowman.
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
✧ Suits/White Collar, Mike Ross + or / Harvey Specter + Mozzie, Mozzie's POV of Harvey and Mike
We are now using AO3 to keep track of filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and (cross-)post it to AO3, please add your story to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. More information on this can be found here.
If the plot bunnies aren’t biting you today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet (ever a work in progress). You can also find prompts to write (and fills to read) with LJ’s advanced search options by limiting keyword results to comments posted in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search are available options, the simplest method might be to bookmark prompts that you like as you find them, and then return to them later when inspiration strikes.
All right, you guys. Let's have some fun this week~! ❤
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Date: 2015-02-23 05:47 am (UTC)Fill: the LiTs and Flynn's Questions
Date: 2015-11-29 08:45 pm (UTC)Cassandra came out of Jenkins' lab to see Flynn was surrounded by several books, two artifacts that they had picked up at one point, and a coat rack. “Okay, so, I attach this one to the base, use the top for the other, and then what?” A books shifted. He read it quickly and shouted, “How is that going to be big enough to shock the Heart of Cleveland?” There was no answer and he again shouted, “Fine!” In a huff, he took his new weapon.
“How am I supposed to grab a ball of energy?” Flynn asked. A book fell out of the shelves, right next Ezekiel's hiding spot. Flynn checked the title. “Oh, come on! Really?” He grabbed the thief's collar and pulled him along. “I hope Eve's around as well.”
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Date: 2015-02-23 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:16 am (UTC)They're suits too, these lawyers. All they do is protect the oppressors from losing any of their ill-gotten gains. Their clothes are nicer, each tailored suit worth thousands, and Mozzie thinks that makes them even more worthy of disdain than the Fed suits (he knows that Neal would like their clothes, but what can one do about Neal... but of course Neal borrows or steals his clothes, which is far more honest than what Pearson Specter does).
He watches them closely, these lawyers who are representing the corporation trying to take down one of Mozzie's old friends. He sees Harvey Specter, apparently a legend among lawyers, and he's not impressed. He's smart, sure, almost as good at a fast read as Neal, but he has a big ego and Mozzie knows a thousand ways to turn that into a weakness.
The junior suit, the Harvey in training, seems the same at first. Smart - really, really smart, a memory like Mozzie's - plus ego. He follows Harvey around, learning to be more and more proud of his role as corporate servant, just like Harvey.
Mozzie doesn't realize until a week into watching them that Mike is a con.
Not in the way that all lawyers can bluff and confuse and con. Mike is like Neal and Mozzie.
Mike isn't a lawyer at all.
But he wants to be. And though Mozzie finds himself suddenly respecting the brilliance of Mike's con, he can also that Mike desperately wishes the con were true.
It's a tragic thing, when a smart young man falls prey to his own con, when he refuses to leave with his winnings because he's desperate, because he thinks if he waits long enough then the lie will become real. That the people you've fooled will still care about you when they realize that the 'you' is just a made up story, that the life you've built is solid, that it won't fall out from under your feet.
Mozzie's seen it too many times.
He continues to watch, to gather evidence that might help his friend. He doesn't want to have to expose Mike to win the case. Cons and thieves should protect their own.
Another week passes before Mozzie realizes: Harvey knows.
Mozzie almost laughs when he figures it out. The great Harvey Specter, the symbol of cutthroat lawyers and big deal firms, has decided that if a con artist wants his fake law career to be real, then that's okay with him. Mozzie thinks that, in a roundabout way, Mike maybe got what he wanted after all.
Of course, Mozzie would do anything for a friend. But Harvey and Mike, working together, almost always win. And yet, it would be such a shame to take them down....
It turns out, it's easy to make one of Pearson Specter's biggest clients switch law firms. All it takes is a few staged photos that give a rather false impression that the firm is meeting with their competitors (which El might have helped with, just a little. Such a shame she prefers an honest profession.)
And of course with Harvey and Mike off the case, and Mozzie still on it, victory is a near certainty.
Mozzie still doesn't like Harvey, with his silly machismo and corporate lackey behavior and his love of organized sports. But if he can risk everything for a con artist, then maybe he's not such a brainwashed minion after all.
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Date: 2015-02-23 07:26 am (UTC)FILL: A Loaded Gun [Pokemon: ORAS, Archie/Maxie, PG]
Date: 2015-02-24 12:25 pm (UTC)--
“The heck is that, Max?”
“Maxie. Or, at a push, Maximilian,” Maxie corrects, through teeth gritted so hard that a low grinding sound actually lingers in the air, “and what does it look like?”
“Some boring ass cereal,” he grins, tilts his head very slowly in that specific way that Maxie hates, “but it couldn’t possibly be that.”
“Oh?” Maxie’s jaw clenches, Maxie’s jaw stiffens. He starts to look like a mannequin with a stick up its arse, “whyever not, may I ask?”
“We’ve discussed this,” he offers, so patiently that he almost stabs himself in the face on principle. Boring ass, stupid as hell, principle, “I said no more boring shit in the house.”
“And I said-“
“Why would it matter what you said?” He pauses for emphasis, watches Maxie’s cheeks go even pale, “you’re the one that almost ended the world, after all. Do you really deserve a say?”
“…Archibald-“
“Max.”
There’s a long pause. Maxie’s eyes side ever so slowly shut, and he sighs. The cereal, boring and tasteless and designed to make morning even more unbearable than it already is, returns to the shelf without another word.
“Good boy,” he grins, and marches cheerfully on.
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Date: 2015-02-23 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-23 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-23 07:42 am (UTC)the bandage before the bruise (Steven Universe, Garnet/Pearl)
Date: 2015-03-25 02:11 am (UTC)*
Rose Quartz was gone. In her place they had this baby, which seemed like a really inefficient way to get new people. From what Pearl understood, he wouldn't even learn to talk for ages. He was completely dependent on them.
"Her gift," Garnet said, when the baby kept crying until Pearl was ready to tear her hair out. Garnet patted him and leaned over to kiss Pearl on the cheek. Pearl lifted a hand to her face.
"Look," Garnet said, and Pearl was bombarded with imagery -- good futures, terrible ones, quiet evenings, another Gem with a stare that burned. The boy was in all of them, the little boy with a gem too big for his belly, squirming in Pearl's arms as if he knew she wasn't his real mother.
It was just the two of them tonight, but that was okay, suddenly. Garnet always knew the right thing to say. Pearl would have to be the one who know the right thing to do now, but so maybe she could figure it out.
"Let's try the bottle again," Pearl said, tentatively. Garnet nodded, standing and resting her hand on Pearl's shoulder only briefly before she disappeared into the kitchen.
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:19 am (UTC)FILL + 100: Something Special [Agent Carter/MCU, Daniel Sousa + Steve Rogers, G]
Date: 2015-02-24 01:02 pm (UTC)And, you know, that shouldn’t matter. There are people, even people at the SSR who should know better, who’ve only glimpsed him in a parade and spun an epic out of it. There was a connection, they’ll insist at the top of their lungs, they felt something pass between them. It was special.
All sane people, even Thompson - who’s a jerk and a bully and a lot of other less than complimentary things besides, look down on those sort of people. Laugh behind their backs, sneer and mock whenever they open their mouths. The lowest of the low, is the general consensus, fame whores with nothing better to do with their lives.
(Peggy doesn’t laugh, or sneer, or even mock. She only goes very quiet, and very pale, and excuses herself quickly from the room. Nobody ever follows her. Nobody, not even Thompson with his oblivious puppy crush, ever dares.)
…But, at the end of the day, that’s not why he never tells anybody. He’s already pretty much the lowest of the low, being a fame whore couldn’t make it any worse. No. He never tells anybody, not even Peggy, because he remembers that day in the middle of the war. Remembers how Captain America - the Cap – had looked at him, and shook his hand, and smiled, and made a weary comment about the weather. Remembers how he hadn’t been Captain America, saviour of the world, in that moment – but simply Steve Rogers, boy from Brooklyn with bright eyes and dirty hair and a ready smile waiting for anybody who came close.
It was actually special to him, is what he’s saying… And he has so very few special things left to him now, he thinks he’s allowed to keep this one.
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-23 08:22 am (UTC)Fill - Losing It (over word count)
Date: 2015-02-23 12:18 pm (UTC)“You want to do what?” Hardison asks, giving her a stare.
“You don’t think it’d be fun?” Parker rolls over on top of him. “I know you like him.” He blinks and glances around and Parker’s pretty sure he’s blushing. Parker pokes him for good measure. “It’s okay. I like him, too.”
“Okay, but, Eliot? Little brick of a guy? Growly and snappy and I think he’s really a bulldog dressed in human clothes?”
“You like him.” Another jab.
“Okay, all right, and what are we going to do?”
Parker grins. “I’ve got an idea.”
Eliot’s not sure why they’re tag-teaming him. It takes him off-guard, the casual touches. The kiss on the cheek. Finally he roars, “What the hell is this?”
“We like you.” Parker grins.
Hardison shrugs.
He looks between them. Weird, but when has his life not been weird, since they all got together for that first mission? “Okay. And that means?”
“We want to make you happy.” Parker waggles her eyebrows. It looks silly on her but Eliot’s not about to tell her that. “So. What makes you happy?”
“She means sexually,” Hardison adds as helpfully as he can. Blushing, Eliot notes.
“You’re both crazy. We’re not doing this. We’re not – mmmph!”
Parker is a good kisser, a helluva lot better at it than Eliot expects. When he manages to wrestle her off, Hardison’s there. And he’s a good kisser, too.
“Damn.” Eliot looks between the two of them. They’re grinning. Maybe there’s something there, after all.
Wouldn’t hurt to try, now would it?
He wraps his arms around them both. “We need some rules,” he says.
“No rules,” Parker says, and kisses him again.
Maybe she’s right. Fuck rules.
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:52 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-02-24 12:14 pm (UTC)So he stares sometimes. No one's ever looked back at him, when he's touched them, like Barry looks at him. Like Leonard's doing Barry a favor by letting the kid return the favor.
It makes Leonard sorta crazy. Crazy enough to do shit like take him home - to Leonard's actual home. Shit like staying the night with Barry after they've had sex.
Then there's the hand holding.
He's pretty sure he started it. He knows, because he looked up the first time they'd done it - he'd only realized Barry's hand was in his after he'd been holding it long enough that his palm was too warm - and Barry was looking at him again.
He scowled. He said, "What the fuck are you doing to me, kid?"
But Barry grinned like Leonard had stolen him the whole fucking world, and Leonard didn't let go.
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:53 am (UTC)fill - I fail at word economy today, here's 220
Date: 2015-02-23 08:56 pm (UTC)“You know I can’t do that,” Damian says. “If I let you do all the things you said you wanted to do to me in this condition you would hate yourself in the morning’”
Dick arches into Damian’s hand when it touches his shoulder, whimpers when the contact is lost.
“You’re very...imaginative. I didn’t expect that.” He knows he shouldn’t -- that touch really only makes it worse, but Damian can hardly help himself, with Grayson writhing and panting, chained to his bed. He strokes Dick’s face, the curve of his cheekbones, gasping when Grayson turns his head and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them.
“Please,” Dick pleads when Damian pulls his hand back, staring up at him with frighteningly large pupils. “I won’t hate myself, I swear. I want this, want you--”
Damian’s breath hitches a little, but he collects himself, grabs a bottle of water and allows Grayson to drink from it. “No,” he says softly as Grayson chugs the water down at an alarming rate. “When you touch me, I want to know it is all you, not the work of some lunatic plant woman.”
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Date: 2015-02-23 08:54 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2015-02-24 12:36 am (UTC)After Rocket had been too full of pain, bitterness and rage to feel more than contempt for the creatures that had been warped as he had been warped.
He had found himself in a glade of trees and, paranoid but exhausted, fell into a restless sleep. He awoke to vines and branches twisted into something resembling a sling and a gentle face looking down at him with tender fascination.
“I am Groot.” They had said, a soothing rumble that comforted him.
Even though it hadn't been apparent from the first Rocket soon came to understand that, somehow, they had been made for each other. With that understanding came the comfort of knowing that he would never have to be alone again.
Love was the result of that. With that love came a fierce protectiveness Rocket hadn't known could come from him. Rocket hadn't thought he was capable of loving someone as much as he loved Groot but he'd once again proven everyone wrong.
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:50 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-03-08 11:32 pm (UTC)Mr. Gold was as openly despised and as secretly in demand as Rumpelstiltskin had been in the Enchanted Forest. Most people sought him for favors, though few were willing to pay the price - and all were afraid of him.
Which made the continued presence of Lacey French all the more confusing.
She'd been afraid enough in the beginning, but where the rest of Storybrooke wouldn't shift in their opinion of him, no matter what other changes the weakening curse had brought, Lacey seemed bent on having a... fondness. For him.
Confusing indeed.
It wouldn't last, of course. The curse was nearing its breaking point; Belle of Avonlea would soon come back to her senses.
And Rumpelstiltskin liked Lacey enough not to wish the lady trapped by the choices of her cursed self.
"I'll make you a deal, girl," he told Lacey, once his decision was made. "If you ever want to quit, we will renegotiate the terms of that loan." He should leave it there, but he wasn't that nice. "As long as you tell me to my face."
"Quit?" The girl frowned. "But I'm happy here."
Rumpelstiltskin smirked, knowing he'd miss her. "Just in case, dearie; just in case."
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-23 12:53 pm (UTC)Fill: BtVS, Buffy/Spike (set in season ten)
Date: 2015-02-24 09:25 am (UTC)Spike doesn’t look sorry.
“I need a mirror.” She looks around Spike’s room, her hand over her neck. She was clear about this right from the beginning in Sunnydale.
“Not gonna find one in here.”
She has to go meet with Giles and D’Hoffryn in five minutes. Now she’s going to show up looking like she just had sex with a vampire who apparently needs to mark his territory like some alpha male (and here’s she’s been thinking he can get over that when Angel isn’t around).
“You look good, pet. No one’ll notice.”
She has to go back to her apartment. Her hair’s too short to be of any use now but maybe she’ll have time to put a scarf on or something before D’Hoffryn materialises in her living room. “They better not.” She slightly slams the door when she leaves his bedroom.
Xander glances at her from the sofa as she walks by. “Hey, Buff. Nice hickey.”
If she doesn’t die of uncomfortableness in the meeting, Spike is going to learn a very dusty lesson about following her rules.
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:54 pm (UTC)