Monday - Canon Ships
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atomic89 and I'm gonna be hosting here for the next few days. Hi!
To start out the week I'm gonna go got a fairly simple theme Canon Ships, because the need love as well. The line between a canon ship and a ship that has a canon basis is a very thin one, so I'm not gonna be too picky ;)
Please remember not to leave more than five prompts in a row and no more than three per fandom per prompter. You are, of course allowed to come back later and add more once yours have been answered.
If either the prompt or the fic contains spoilers please mark it clearly and leave at least three spaces before the prompt/fic.
Don't forget to format your prompts correctly, for example:
BtVS, Anya/Xander, flutters
Harry Potter, James/Lily, headboy and headgirl
Chuck/Supernatural, Chuck/Sarah, vampires and the apocalypse
If you can't find the perfect prompt for you here, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts! There are loads of wonderful prompts just begging to be written!
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atomic89 and I'm gonna be hosting here for the next few days. Hi!To start out the week I'm gonna go got a fairly simple theme Canon Ships, because the need love as well. The line between a canon ship and a ship that has a canon basis is a very thin one, so I'm not gonna be too picky ;)
Please remember not to leave more than five prompts in a row and no more than three per fandom per prompter. You are, of course allowed to come back later and add more once yours have been answered.
If either the prompt or the fic contains spoilers please mark it clearly and leave at least three spaces before the prompt/fic.
Don't forget to format your prompts correctly, for example:
BtVS, Anya/Xander, flutters
Harry Potter, James/Lily, headboy and headgirl
Chuck/Supernatural, Chuck/Sarah, vampires and the apocalypse
If you can't find the perfect prompt for you here, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts! There are loads of wonderful prompts just begging to be written!
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-19 06:47 pm (UTC)His own parents weren't exactly a good role model for a happy marriage, and Willow's were a close runner up.
But still, he tried to believe that they were flutters of anticipation and happiness... she was his love and light and he'd do anything to make sure that she remained happy.
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Date: 2009-08-17 06:11 am (UTC)Lily Evans stomped on James' foot and started to walk away from him. A very firm hand wrapped around her slender wrist jerked her to a halt, though, and she sighed, forced to face her boyfriend with eyes cast to the ceiling.
"James."
"Lily."
They glared at each other for a moment before James snorted and let her go. Lily found keeping a straight face too difficult a task, and giggled.
"You are so weird, Evans," James said. "And while I love those powerful legs, the feet on the ends are painful."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" she asked, grinning smugly.
"I want you to help me, ah," James paused to search for the right word. He leaned toward her a bit when he found it. "Study."
Lily let out a mock-offended gasp and said, "I suppose we'll just have to see about that."
She turned and hurried down the hall, leaving James to chase her.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 02:12 pm (UTC)ETA: Ahh, I think I understand. Sarah is the name of the girl on Chuck, right? Sorry, I misunderstood because there's a Sarah on Supernatural as well.
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Date: 2013-10-07 02:27 am (UTC)She can't explain why, not even to herself. But as she walks down the streets, she becomes aware that something has changed. Her face doesn't change, she doesn't stop walking and she doesn't cry a single tear, but her insides were threatening to tear each other apart any minute now.
It pained.
Too much.
It was unbearable.
A normal person would start sobbing and crying and screaming at the top of their lungs in the middle of the street, cursing and yelling out their lost loved ones' name. But then again, Misa wasn't a normal person. She was the second Kira, and there was no way she could give in to such a fit of desperation.
Light would be terribly disappointed if she did that.
Misa stares down from the edge of the building's roof. There, she is alone, and again she cannot cry. Because she can't even process... it's overwhelming, the pain she's feeling, she never thought something could feel this horrible, that hurt could damage her so much, even someone as damaged as her.
And there was the police issue; with Light's exposure, she was probably to be arrested soon too. And the shinigami's eyes, they were going to take a toll on her soon as well, Rem had warned her about that.
But those things, although pretty important for obvious reasons, just seemed so minuscule to the simple thought of losing him...
It hurts so much... she just wants it to stop, for her suffering to end...
"I love you, Light" she mutters before taking a step forward.
She lets go.
The pain is soon over.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 04:43 am (UTC)"Can't sleep? The gimme back the pillow if you'll be so nice," the future captain drawls, just out of sleep. She throws it back down and lands on the floor on the balls of her feet and decides to go and get a breath of fresh air.
On the way outside - Hawaii shirt, moustache, bright eyes - he almost rushes into her. Like a whirlwind.
"Sorry. Do I bother you?" he asks, and she thinks that must be obvious from the sneer on her face. All she can do is not slap the ridiculous dinosaur figure he carries out of his hand.
"Yes," she says. "You bother me. Out of my way."
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 04:30 am (UTC)"To the death."
They plunge into battle together, hand-in-hand and side-by-side, but the tides of fighting sweep them apart before they can blink, and then it is each of them looking to their own safety. Dodge, jump, slash, block, don't blink, don't fall, survive. Sometimes they spot each other not so far away and draw strength from that. Dogde, jump, attack, duck, stab and slash. It is brutal business. Both emerge wounded and bloodied but alive, and though they both bear scars, that only makes their bodies the more exciting for the other later on. One of Suki's looks almost like a star, and one of Sokka's, on his shoulder, could be an upside down smiling face.
None sees any of their scars beneath the formal robes when they join hands at last. Aang ties the ribbon around their wrists.
"To the death."
"To the death."
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:10 am (UTC)Dollhouse, Whiskey/Alpha, Broken
Date: 2009-08-17 05:19 pm (UTC)SPOILERS FOR EPITAPH ONE
It’s been very quiet recently. Whiskey hasn’t seen any of the others for a long time, and she hasn’t swum or painted or had a treatment for even longer.
These days she just walks, or stands looking at things, or sleeps.
She sleeps a lot, these days.
She’s walking around the room that used to be where they exercised, drifting along slowly, when she glimpses something in the shadows, and hears a voice.”
“Hello, Whiskey.”
She freezes on the spot, eyes wide, knowing instantly who it is. The one… the one who… slowly she reaches up and touches her face, tracing the lines of scars that are no longer visible.
“Hey, ain’t you gonna say hello? An’ here I am bein’ all polite to ya… c’mon, Crystal, play along…”
The voice sounds different, but the same. He called her Crystal.
“My name is Whiskey.”
“Huh? No, you’re Crys- oh, yes, I know who you are.” The voice changes again, sounds like the one who… the one whose name she can’t think.
“C-come out of the shadows…”
“As you wish,” his words mock her, as he steps from the shadows and smiles insincerely.
“Everyone left. They went… away.”
“ ‘Course they did, babe… hey, at least we can be together now, right? You an’ me against the world, just like we said…” He sounds different again. Whiskey frowns.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m not,” He shrugs nonchalantly, “You’re all broken up into pieces. You’ve gone mad. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be here now.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Or maybe I would, but you wouldn’t be able to see me… either way, you’re mad. Get used to it, darlin’.”
“What is mad?”
“Crazy? Not all there? Loopy?” He studies her face, shakes his head. “Never mind. You wouldn’t understand anyway. You’re broken. Might not look like it, since they fixed your face… but you’re broken, all right. Broken into tiny li’l pieces.”
“I’m broken,” she pauses, looks at him wide-eyed, and adds “How can I be my best if I’m broken?”
He grins at her, and says gleefully, “You can’t.” Then he turns and walks away, disappearing back into shadow.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 05:13 am (UTC)A Memory Like A Splinter
Date: 2009-09-13 09:22 am (UTC)--
She woke to a crash of lightning in the sky. The room was lit for a moment, and then it faded back to the dark that had once been there. He knew because he had already been awakened, his inner clock sent awry and still ticking to the time of other time zone’s clocks. She stole a glance towards the picture on the bedside table of a smiling, golden haired boy they both once knew. That told it all, that the nightmare of her dream wasn’t lightning, but death. Death, the thief who stole in the night and took away the brightest. Death who had spirited away first her mother, then Tamaki.
His hand was at her back, for what little comfort that could be offered. That was what truly bound them together, grief. There’d always been a spark between them, a certain chemistry. Still, Tamaki tended to draw energy away, like a lightning rod. It was Tamaki who with all his foolishness had changed both of their annoyances to reluctant fondness, and then a deeper kindling of friendship and love. Tamaki had that effect on people; no one resisted his charms. Often it had seemed less premeditated or manipulative as much as him simply being filled with such enthusiasm that bubbled out everywhere he went. It was so infectious that even the most stoic could never resist it.
“It’s a silly fear to have,” she said, “I should give it up already.”
“I won’t tell a soul,” he said.
The storm raged outside, the rain beating against the glass. Everything was swallowed up in a storm like that. His hand reached for hers, and stroked the back of her palm.
They both remembered him. His smile, how he seemed to light up a room wherever he went. The world seemed a darker, cloudier place without him. When her fears had simply that of lightning he could give her scientific facts. He could obscure the ratio of death and injury from lightning strikes and review safety rules. But with a fear of death what could he offer? Death was not a thing of logic, it was not linear.
Kyouya never lingered on regrets. What was past was past. Still, this jagged part rubbed at him, left him raw. Had that plane not crashed on his way to meet his mother after his grandmother’s death, had he returned well, then....
He had nightmares too, of drowning in the ocean and of burning wreckage. Of falling and Tamaki’s face. His pain wasn’t the same as hers, he would never think something as foolish as that, but they both understood the enormity of this loss. If the sun had been blocked out, it would not be a greater tragedy. He’d like to think that if Tamaki had known what would happen, he would have asked Kyouya personally to take care of her.
They lived in more than the light left behind by Tamaki, but his presence was always there. Kyouya would have banished his name and picture away to the deepest corner of himself, but Haruhi quietly put up an old snapshot on the bedside and brought his name up in conversation.
She was more accustomed to loss, having come upon it at a young age. This was Kyouya’s first tragedy. But remembering was the balm, and the way his legacy lived on.
Books and film always purported the message that the dead lived on inside their loved ones. It was a cliche, a trite one no less. And yet when she spoke of him, over morning coffee or midday, midnight or evening there was exasperation and affection. Little treasures to be found among the dross.
She lived with the fears that gripped her. Even if she had nightmares, she wiped them away and kept living. She was strong like that, perhaps even stronger than his method of keeping pain close, as if it were something precious.
He stroked her arm in gentle motions. They were close now, and her breathing had evened. The crashing thunder had quieted until it was only the wind and beating rain.
When he looked at her he didn’t just see the girl who almost became Tamaki’s wife, but a girl he too loved. With all the fierce, guarded passion of an Ohtori, with all the secret longings and ghost whispers of broken leaves. He kissed her shoulder. It was the closest he’d ever get to saying what Tamaki could proclaim so easily.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-22 05:20 pm (UTC)Chandler wrapped his arms tight around his wife's waist as she stirred the sauce of her special and ultimately secret recipe. If it wasn't for the fact it was Valentines day she would have pushed him away and completely banned from the kitchen until the meal was ready. Yet it was Chandler who could barely manage to make a fried egg so she wasn't worried about him stealing recipe.
"Guys! Hey guys!" They both turn in unison at the front door being yanked open and Rachel rushing it, talking excitably.
"Yes? How may we help you?" Chandler asked through grated teeth, he had made Rachel and the rest of their usual group promise no interruptions a few days prior for what he hoped to be a private and special evening.
"Joey just gave me a kiss!"
"What!?" Monica shrieked dropping the wooden spoon into the red goo causing it to slash onto her apron and Chandler's arm, she escaped from his hold and rushes towards her best friend. "Joey kissed you!? When? Where? How!?" Despite the fact she was past thirty she still acted like she was fifteen, but Chandler found that quality appealing.
"About ten minutes ago in the lobby and I still have it." Rachel smiled slightly.
"Excuse me?" Still smiling Rachel pulled a tinfoil wrapped Hershey's kiss from out of her breast pocket.
"He has a pound of them, I'm sure he'd be willing to kiss you and you too Chandler."
"Ah ah very funny. Now scoot!" Chandler fake laughed poking at the sauce, becoming convinced it was starting to burn but too terrified to touch it.
"Okay you guys enjoy your evening." Rachel headed out the door, Monica following suit.
"Yeah! Where are you going?!"
"To get a kiss!"
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:24 am (UTC)never had - PG
Date: 2009-08-17 01:42 pm (UTC)She never forgets her daughter. Even when her boys are grown and she's a grandmother, she still remembers that little girl's eyes and smile and voice. Every time she cooks her sons' favorite meals, she wonders what her daughter might have liked.
She'd told Leo, of course. After they got back. But he didn't have any memories of that beautiful little girl. She didn't haunt him.
One son, then two, and never a daughter.
Her boys have children, and then she's a great-grandmother. Wyatt's first granddaughter has Melinda's smile and Melinda's eyes. She’s crying as she holds the tiny girl and grins up at Leo.
“It’s her,” she murmurs, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Melinda’s cheek.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 06:28 pm (UTC)Which was why she was so utterly confused that new millenium, February morning, when Nate pulled into the driveway, whistling. Maggie and Sam waved to him from the front porch and he swept his tiny son up as soon as he was out of the car.
"Hey buddy," Nate said, hoisting him onto his hip. "How was Joey's birthday party? Did you have fun?"
Maggie watched with a smile as Sam chattered on in little kid-speak about the party and all the pretty streamers they had. Finally, Nate set him down and he ran in the house. "Hello," she murmured as he turned to her and rested one hand on her waist and the other on her neck.
"Hello," Nate murmured back against her lips, tipping her head back.
"I take it you caught your thief," Maggie smiled when he finally pulled back.
"No, this one was a little too slippery," Nate shook his head, although he looked decidedly un-put out by the fact.
"Mmm, well at least you got your art." Maggie shrugged, brushing her lips over his again as she leaned against one of the posts on the front porch.
"No, no, I'm afraid not," Nate sighed, "I couldn't prove anything and I couldn't even con my way into that safehouse. Careful thief. And good taste too."
Maggie blinked. Then just why are you so happy?
They didn't meet until over eight years later. Unsurprisingly, the 'careful thief' was conning her and everybody else and only Nate could see through it. He was half-drunk and wholly broken but when he looked at that woman, that dark-haired, beautiful Brit, Maggie saw the same look in his eyes she had seen for the first time one February morning.
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Date: 2009-08-17 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 05:54 am (UTC)"Who loves orange soda?" Leverage, Hardison/orange soda, OTP
Date: 2009-08-17 05:22 pm (UTC)Nate closed the refrigerator door and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why were they doing this to him? He had specifically told them all to get out, and what did they do? They went and made themselves even more comfortable!
"Damn it Hardison! This orange soda better be out of my fridge by tonight or I'm throwing it out the window, do you hear me?!"
At his computer, Hardison just shrugged and took a long drink from the huge bottle stashed under his desk. He smacked his lips and sighed.
"Who loves orange soda? Alec loves orange soda! Is it true? Mmmhmmm! I do I do I do I do-ooo!"
couldn't resist throwing in Kel's catchphrase lol
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Date: 2009-08-17 06:30 am (UTC)I'm...not sure where this came from
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Date: 2010-11-13 11:48 am (UTC)“The escape pod!”
“Pod?!”
“Yes, One of the little reasons I got us this cargo ship so cheap!”
“Another one of those little reasons the fact that it leaks oxygen?!”
“You really want to gripe about this now, Daniel?”
“Fine, just get into the pod, I'm going to see if I can send out a distress signal to the Odyssey and try one last time for the shield.”
“There's heroics, and then there's plain stupidity, get over here, there is more than ample space for us both!”
Daniel hesitated, quickly sending the distress call as the ship attempted to tear itself apart yet again. Reaching for the shield controls he was jerked backwards violently by Vala's hold on the back of his vest as she marched him backwards to the escape pod. He turned at the last second to argue, but another screech of twisted metal and the depressurisation of the cargo ship's forward compartment sent him crashing into Vala as they entered. It closed quickly, saving Daniel from flying shrapnel that used to be a part of the viewing portal.
That was half an hour ago.
“Daniel, I have an itch.”
“Scratch it.” came Daniel's gruff reply.
“I would if I could reach it.” Vala squirmed a little, but her arms were firmly planted at her sides. She brushed Daniel's pant leg with wayward digits but didn't have enough room to bend her elbows higher.
Daniel sighed.
“Where is it?” he asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
“My nose,” Daniel could imagine her scrunching her nose up in the pitch blackness, trying to relieve the irritation by movement or by rubbing it against thin air. “Your hands are closer.”
It was true, Daniel had instinctively grabbed for Vala when he heard the explosion behind him and his arms were bent, hands somewhat wedged between them, wrists resting against what Vala called her sideboob area. He tried to reach up, but could only touch her shoulders. “I can't reach, Vala.”
“Well do something, this is driving me crazy!”
“What am I supposed to do? It's your itch!”
“Daniel!” she almost whined, “Please, this is killing me!”
“I can't reach it! What do you want, an Eskimo kiss?”
Vala gave a frustrated growl and lent forward, trying to get her nose on any part of Daniel she could find. She caught the side of his neck where his collar rested and rubbed her nose against his skin, his slight stubble tickled, but it was more relief than anything. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, mumbling a 'thank you' into the fabric.
Daniel breathed deeply – which inadvertently pressed Vala further against him. “Glad to be of service...”
Vala was silent for a few moments before the inevitable question - “What's an Eskimo kiss?”
“Ah..., it's where two people rub their noses together in greeting. Actually, it's based on the Inuit kunik, an expression of affection usually between loved ones and family. It's a misconception in western culture that the kunik was performed to prevent the Inuk's mouths freezing together when they kissed due to the cold climate. In fact...”
“So you were offering me an expression of your affection?”
Daniel tried to ignore the smile and small amount of hope in Vala's voice. “Ahh...”
“Or were you perhaps asking if I would be open to such an expression?”
“Look, Vala... I”
Vala had heard that tone of voice before. “Hey, no, it's ok; pretend I never...”
“Vala!”
She was silent then, and Daniel wished more than anything he could see her face. “It...it's not that ok. I just...I need to know if this is something...” Daniel didn't find himself lost for words often, but right then all of them were being sucked down into his guts and fired around his body like an electric current.
He felt Vala's fingers brushing the outside of his hip again, this time in comfort. “I know, Daniel. And it would be reckless of me to give you any assurances of my certainty here, but all I know is that being this close to you right now, and not... it hurts Daniel. It aches and I don't know what else to do.
Daniel heard her shuddered intake of breath, stealing herself for what came next.
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Date: 2009-08-17 06:49 am (UTC)The Truth
Date: 2009-08-18 04:20 am (UTC)He feels guilt,remorse,fear, and finally freedom.
If there is one thing his family taught him, it's that the truth will leave you bleeding in the dust. He is to in love to take that chance. He'd rather find his freedom in lies.