Viernes: Feathers
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comment_ficYep. Feathers. Whether it's about a bird, angels, a plumed hat, or writing a letter before the pen was invented, feathers have to be included somehow in today's fic.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (any version). Sherlock (+ any). The story a single feather can tell.
+ any Whedonverse. any. "Well, you could knock me over with a feather." / "I'd rather do it with my fist."
+ any. any. He transforms into a bird at sunset.
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Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (any version). Sherlock (+ any). The story a single feather can tell.
+ any Whedonverse. any. "Well, you could knock me over with a feather." / "I'd rather do it with my fist."
+ any. any. He transforms into a bird at sunset.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2015-05-01 08:55 am (UTC)Highlander - gen, pg
Date: 2015-05-05 06:56 pm (UTC)(I never say it, but Methos is an ospry.)
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If you live long enough, you tend to develop... abilities. ‘Long enough,’ being, of course, beyond three thousand years or so. It is not an easy goal to attain, and most of the old ones have long since fallen. Luck, unfortunately, tends to trump experience. Also, no matter how the body fares, the mind may grow tired. And while knowledge will travel with the quickening, skills do not.
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod takes Caspian’s head, but while Caspian was ancient, he had never mastered the art. Kronos had, but his quickening chose his brother over the impudent child. Cassandra’s art was her beguiling and commanding voice, rather than Methos’ and Kronos’ own. He has wondered, in the years since they all separated, if he had in some way influenced Kronos’ ability. He’ll never know, now, even as he cradles Kronos’ and Silas’ quickenings close. Cassandra and MacLeod shout at each other but Methos does not listen.
Cassandra leaves. MacLeod tries getting close to Methos, but Methos cannot stand his nearness, not with his brothers dead, and so he flees, leaving his sword where it falls, and ignoring how MacLeod shouts for him.
When he is outside, he leaps and takes to the sky. He once taught Kronos to fly while Caspian bathed in the surf and Silas checked over the horses for his own peace of mind before he himself would take his other form of a wolf and patrol. Any horses they had for any length of time grew to recognize Silas’ other form and ceased reacting. That day, when Kronos took to the air for the first time, the horses paid no attention to Silas at all.
Methos taught Kronos to fly, to hunt, to blend into the scenery so that others would think them only birds. If only Kronos had paid more attention –
But though Kronos was ancient, he did not learn all the lessons.
He flies now, though, and Silas, too, and Methos finds some measure of peace.
(There are so few now, old enough to know. And so few of the young ones will live long enough. It is not recorded; Methos will not allow it to be. Some secrets must be learned through experience or not at all.)
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Date: 2015-05-01 01:13 pm (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2015-06-23 07:51 am (UTC)“Mr Reese, please close your mouth. Your impression of a goldfish is not conducive to the situation.”
“But how? What? Why?”
“I try not to shape shift more than necessary. There is always a risk involved, but on this occasion your safety overruled the risk.”
“I can remember seeing a strange black bird on the window ledge once or twice. I never thought about it. And Shaw and I both saw that persistent cormorant. Are you always the same sort of bird?”
“Turning into a penguin would hardly be productive, would it, Mr Reese? Now let me get you patched up and we can leave. Via the front door, before you get any other ideas.”
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Date: 2015-05-01 01:22 pm (UTC)Fill: (The Hobbit)
Date: 2015-06-23 04:13 pm (UTC)The little gnome-like creature had seemed so friendly and welcoming when Bilbo had met him. They had walked along the path together away from the camp, Bilbo enjoying the opportunity to have a different conversation from those he shared with the dwarves. But now Fili was plucking at his sleeve, whispering that it wasn’t safe to stay with the gnome, now it was growing dark.
Bilbo had been admiring the sunset and turned to share the moment with his new friend. But to his horror the creature was growing feathers and a curved beak. No longer an inoffensive gnome, this was a large bird of prey, who looked as if he would enjoy hobbit for his supper. Bilbo fled with Fili.
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Date: 2015-05-16 11:20 pm (UTC)“Yes,” Alec said with a wide grin. He trailed the long shite feather along Len’s cheek. Lend twitched away.
“No.”
“You like it.”
“It’s embarrassing.” He ducked his head as the feather tickled under his jaw and down the side of his throat. Alec had to have planned this well in advance because the feather had been in Alec’s pillowcase, and Len knew for a fact that he threw the thing out a month ago in a fit of embarrassment.
“I like it.”
“You like watching me react to something ridiculous.”
“Well, yes. I’m your husband, of course I like watching you be turned on.” Alec twitched the feather along Len’s pectoral muscle, just missing a nipple. “I’m not saying I actually understand why it turns you on so much; the texture’s nice and all, but I do appreciate the effect either way.”
Len didn’t try to move away as Alec brushed the smooth side of the feather in a long caress against his collarbone. It wasn’t an attraction he could explain either. It wasn’t like he saw feathers and got turned on or anything; but there was something about the combination of firm-soft of a primary feather added in with Alec using it that appealed. They’d discovered this by accident when Len was trying to get a handmade quill pen to work and Alec had stolen it and tickled him with it. Len considered it among the top ten things Alec would never let him live down.
He bit his lip as Alec circled his left nipple with the very tip of the feather. It tickled but in the best sort of way.
“So. What was your stance on the feather again?”
A breath rushed from Len’s lungs and he tried not to gasp at what Alec was doing. It would make him too smug. “Fine. Not opposed.” His face was bright red, but it felt good. It always felt good, it was just reaching the point where he could enjoy it feeling good rather than feeling self-conscious about it. Alec was the same way about letting Len wash him if they took a shower together; he liked it more than most things, but would rarely let himself relax and enjoy it.
“Awesome.” Alec wasted no time in pulling Len’s underwear off leaving him exposed to open air and half hard. “Huh, wither I’m losing my touch, or you’re getting old.”
“Shut up.” Thirty two was not old, and Alec was the same age, so he had no room to poke fun at not getting it up as fast as when they were teenagers.
“But Len, this just means I get to try harder.” Alec smirked as he trailed the feather along Len’s stomach and lower.
Len’s fingers tightened in the sheets and his breath got shorter. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the white curve as its barbs flexed and flowed against his skin. It tickled terribly, but unlike when someone tickled him with their hands, he didn’t want to flinch away from the feeling or laugh. It just made his breath come faster and choppier and his body simultaneously want to push into the feeling and shy away.
“…okay, maybe that wasn’t so difficult after all.”
“Are you trying to turn me on or get me annoyed with you?” Len asked, squirming.
Alec leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. “Sorry. I like seeing you blush.”
“There’s blushing and then there’s nearing the line of actually uncomfortable,” Len muttered. He trusted Alec not to cross that line, but he was treading pretty close to going from fun to irritating. “I’m not actually against doing this, but it does make me self-conscious.”
“I know. No more teasing.” He left another, warmer kiss on Len’s lips that left them tingling with the promise of more. Alec followed it with a light brush of the feather’s tip across Len’s lips like a second kiss.
“…I’m going to hug you when you least expect it and whisper sappy romantic things to you until you’re red with embarrassment when you least expect it.”
“But now I am expecting it.”
Len didn’t have a comeback as the feather bushed the skin of his groin. He flinched at the almost-too-soft feeling. Alec’s free hand settled on his thigh to hold him still. His thumb brushed the skin between Len’s thighs as he moved the feather in patterns—writing words? He couldn’t tell. When Len glanced down at Alec, the intent, warm expression on his face made Len finally tip toward relaxing into the feeling rather than half-bracing for it. He tipped his head back and let himself enjoy.
THANK YOU!!!
Date: 2015-05-17 12:56 pm (UTC)Re: THANK YOU!!!
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Date: 2015-05-01 05:25 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier, hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul
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Date: 2015-05-01 05:34 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, a radiance of wings
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Date: 2015-05-01 05:35 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier, I felt my wings clipped
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Date: 2015-05-01 05:36 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, I would have liked to try those wings myself
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Date: 2015-05-01 05:38 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, the bird who cannot fly
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Date: 2015-05-01 10:11 pm (UTC)DCU, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, little wing
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Date: 2015-05-02 04:04 am (UTC)They've always fought, even when Jason was some punk who inherited the green panties and pixie boots, but back then it was stupid shit, Jason trying to prove he was better than Dick, that he'd do a better job. Now –
Now when they fight it's with fists, with teeth, with words that cut sharper than any of that. Dick says the wrong thing and Jason lashes out and maybe there's blood, maybe Dick pulls him into a hug so tight even Jason can't get out, and Jason –
"Little wing," Dick says. He puts his hand on Jason's shoulder, and Jason feels himself calming like a startled horse, feels his heart stop trying to climb out of his chest.
"Kind of an outdated nickname, isn't it?" Jason asks. He doesn’t turn around yet, doesn't want to see those big blue eyes that see everything, know everything. Dick might be impulsive, might speak before he thinks more than half the time, but he always knows people, knows Jason.
"Maybe," Dick says. He sets his chin on Jason's shoulder, wraps his arm around Jason until his hand splays out against Jason's ribs. Jason thinks about Dick lifting him up once when Jason was still a kid, thinks about flying, really flying with him and Kori and Donna, no gauntlet or safety net to catch him, just Dick's voice in his ear promising everything was okay.
"Do you mind it?" Dick asks. His breath tickles Jason's neck, and all the anger Jason felt just minutes ago melts out of him. He could let Dick hold onto him like this for hours, could –
Dick tickles his stomach, and Jason should've seen it coming, should've known Dick would pull that but it's too late to do anything but laugh, but turn around and tackle Dick to the floor and get him back like they're a couple of kids.
"Nah," Jason says later. "Not at all."
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Date: 2015-05-02 04:05 pm (UTC)He sets his chin on Jason's shoulder, wraps his arm around Jason until his hand splays out against Jason's ribs. Jason thinks about Dick lifting him up once when Jason was still a kid, thinks about flying, really flying with him and Kori and Donna, no gauntlet or safety net to catch him, just Dick's voice in his ear promising everything was okay.
JEEEESUS RACHEL I STOPPED BREATHING. Uggggh god they are SO GODDAMN PRETTY I CAN'T GET OVER IT. I'm so glad I prompted this. :D And that you exist :DDDD Thank youuuu for giving me another obsession lol
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Date: 2015-05-02 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-02 12:14 am (UTC)poem, gen
Date: 2015-10-28 03:57 pm (UTC)I combined this with this prompt. Greek mythology(ish) poem.
This is a story of a
horse born of blood
who danced across the sky.
Gods and men alike
hungered to ride
the winged steed who dared to fly.
But such a beast,
created from death,
could only be cursed, yes?
He neighed a warning,
bugled from one end of
the earth to the other
for none could catch
much less tame
a son of the horizon.
And how they tried,
men and gods alike.
Foolish and lusting,
with bridle and tack formed
for no less a purpose
than harnessing a moonbeam,
they chased after
the horse born of blood,
they sought to tame a star.
I tell you now,
as my mother told me,
twirling a feather of stardust and water.
There are some things, daughter,
she said, feather dancing across her fingers,
that cannot be broken.
There are some things, she murmured,
gazing up at a dark sky full of stars,
that gods and men alike
will break themselves trying to break.
There are some things, she laughed,
holding out a feather pale as bone,
as long as my forearm,
there are some things, child,
that men and gods alike will never understand.
I tell you now,
as my mother told me,
for you are my daughter
and old enough now to know.
There is a horse born of blood
who dances across the sky.
Do you see him?
He returns when he wishes to,
for treats and for somewhere to rest.
He does not come when called –
Remember that.
He is not tamed,
has never been broken.
But as he was born of blood,
and as we bleed with the cycle of the moon,
he is ours as we are his, daughter.
Remember, my sweet –
Men and gods alike long to ride him
far up in the sky, horizon to horizon.
What they seek to take,
he offers to us freely.
Do you see this feather?
It is the only one he ever shed.
Magic does as it wills,
whatever gods or men say.
Look up at the sky.
Freedom is ours,
as long as we know it cannot be tamed.
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Date: 2015-05-02 02:23 am (UTC)You can't deny there's a price for the life we chose
We live like birds of a feather
We roll in all kinds of weather