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comment_fic.Here's the free for all.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2016-02-13 06:09 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson + Liam Payne + Niall Horan/Zayn Malik, Tremors AU: Louis and Liam are the handymen trying to finally escape a small town, Harry’s the seismology grad student conducting research, and Niall and Zayn are the crazy-prepared survivalist couple
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Date: 2016-02-13 06:09 am (UTC)Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast, Gruff, Fawn’s long gone when he wakes up again
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Date: 2016-02-14 12:27 am (UTC)Return of the Neverbeast
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5996104
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Date: 2016-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)Tinkerbell and the Pirate Fairy, Zarina + James, how did she fall in with the pirates?
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Date: 2016-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, "God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time".
Fill: Stargate/Dollhouse
Date: 2016-02-13 02:23 pm (UTC)"Do you ever get the sense that God is playing dice with the universe? With us?" Cam asked.
"How can you believe in God after all you've seen?" Rodney demanded.
Daniel said, "God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."
"I don't believe in God, but that is pretty accurate," Rodney muttered.
"Good Omens," Sheppard said.
"I wouldn't call that a good omen," Cam said.
"No. It's from the book, Good Omens," Lorne said. There was an awkward pause, and then Lorne added, "I can read, you know. I don't always paint in my spare time."
"Damn you and your eidetic memory, John," Rodney said.
"You have an eidetic memory?" Cam asked. "That wasn't in your file."
"I don't, but one of my imprints does," John said.
"Right. Imprints," Cam said faintly. He sighed. "I wish Sam were here."
"I'm guessing she and the others are in a cell of their own in much the same condition," Daniel said. "While we have one genius per cell, the lack of light is surely a hindrance for both geniuses."
"I've never heard you call me a genius before. I'm flattered." Rodney did sound oddly pleased.
"They have Echo with them," Sheppard said. "She and I both have had blind imprints, so I'm sure, if Carter directs her, she can figure out a way out of here."
Daniel blinked. "They could do that? Make you blind?" The universe really was a screwy place, and if there was a God, he kept throwing out the rules on humanity.
"Yeah. Pretty simple. Just flip a switch in the brain, and bam, not receiving data from the eyes."
"What have you been doing the entire time we've been sitting in here?" Cam demanded. "Get us out!"
"Well, first I had to undo my cuffs," Sheppard said with annoying patience. "And then I had to undo Rodney's. And besides, it hasn't been that long. The dark is messing with your sense of time."
"How long has it been?" Daniel asked.
"Thirteen minutes, twenty-seven seconds." Sheppard sounded almost cheerful. "My physicist has a sense of absolute time. And my architect has a photographic memory, and they were stupid enough not to blindfold us as they led us here, so we should be out soon. I know Echo was imprinted with a thief at least once, so she's probably faster with the cuffs than I am."
"Finally," Rodney exclaimed. "Damn, but my hands hurt."
"You next, Lorne."
"Thank you, sir."
"Wait," Cam said, "should we be talking about this? At all? Surely they have this place bugged."
"Don't worry, I took care of that already," Sheppard said.
"Why do you have a team at all?" Cam asked. "You're practically your own team."
"No," Sheppard said quietly, with a catch in his voice Daniel knew all too well from all his years angsting over wanting Jack, "I need a team. You're next, Mitchell."
When Daniel felt the cuffs finally fall away from his wrists, he felt like maybe, just maybe, the universe had dealt them an ace.
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Date: 2016-02-13 06:11 am (UTC)Marvel movies, author’s choice, It comes down to this: “Wasn’t his fault,” Steve says.
Fill, hints of Bucky/Steve
Date: 2016-02-13 02:28 pm (UTC)Pepper stares at the glass shards of the broken award in dismay.
"Couldn't have been Bucky," Tony agrees. "After all, why would the one-armed guy be playing catch? In the house?" He hides his baseball glove behind his back. Steve is the fastest on the uptake and he'd managed to hide his under the coffee table before Pepper saw.
Bucky's expression is surprisingly guileless, given what he used to do for a living.
Pepper eyes them all, and Tony knows she could get Jarvis to pull up the security feed and show her what really happened, but she just throws her hands up.
"Just don't do it again."
And she walks away. Tony admires the sway of her hips as she goes. Steve is already searching for a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.
Bucky, who'd been hiding the ball behind his back, says, "Thanks for the save."
The fond, "Any time," from Steve is so heartfelt Tony feels a cavity coming on. He rolls his eyes and wonders if Steve will ever make a move, or if Bucky will finally see what's in front of him. Maybe not. But hey, at least they're both good for an old-fashioned game of catch now and again. Tony's dad had never played catch with him.
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Date: 2016-02-13 07:23 am (UTC)FILL
Date: 2016-02-14 09:17 pm (UTC)Harry turns it over in his hands. Maybe a card, or possibly a birth announcement?
He uses his fingers rather than the letter opener that is on a nearby table.
When he opens the envelope, a piece of paper flutters out, another he pulls out, as it was more firmly inside.
Harry almost automatically bends to pick up the wayward paper, but stops mid-motion when he recognizes the handwriting on the note in his hand.
He understands now why Zayn didn’t address the outside of the envelope in his own hand. Harry would have thrown it away without opening it, just as he had many letters before this one.
But the paper is in his hand, and his eyes are on the words, and he may as well read them.
Harry
I want you to know that it was never about you or how I felt about us.
Best of luck now that you’re free too.
Z
Harry crumples the note in his fist and swallows hard, furious that a few words could bring up so many memories, so many emotions.
He pitches the letter into a trashcan next to the table, and as he is about to walk further into his flat, he remembers the other piece of paper that was in the envelope.
He retrieves it from the floor and studies the thick, black ink.
Cartoon versions of him and Zayn, gazing at each other with moony expressions and literal hearts in their eyes.
Happy Valentine’s Day
This time Harry allows himself a small smile, because not all those memories and emotions were bad ones.
He folds the drawing in half and tucks it into a pocket of his jeans.
Maybe he’ll throw it out later.
Maybe he’ll forget about it, and it’ll disintegrate in the wash.
Or maybe it will end up tucked into the pages of a favorite book, along with a dozen other doodles from a courtship long-passed.
For the first time, he feels like he has a choice.
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Date: 2016-02-13 07:41 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-02-13 02:04 pm (UTC)"I just want you to know," Benny said, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief. "My mama raised me right. I have manners. Usually on dates I hold doors open and pull chairs out and let the lady order first."
"I'm not a lady," Samandriel said. But he submitted to Benny's ministrations calmly, let Benny dampen his handkerchief with water from his army surplus canteen and clean the worst of the blood off his face. Once enough of the blood was gone that no one would look at them too askance in the dim light on the way back to the bunker, they headed for Benny's truck.
"Still. Killing things. Not exactly my idea of a date," Benny said. "Are we ever going to be normal?"
"I'm sure Dean would tell you that normal is overrated." Samandriel buckled himself into the passenger seat. The inhuman serenity he wore into battle would never cease to weird out Benny. Dean said that Castiel had been the same at first, devoid of expression in dangerous situations. But he'd been around humans longer, had even been human a couple of times.
"Besides," Samandriel continued, and there it was, the bright, sweet, innocent grin that used to get him extra tips at the gumbo shack, "now that we've gotten absolutely filthy killing monsters, we can go back to the bunker and take a long hot shower. Together." And his grin took on a filthy edge of its own.
"Right," Benny said. "Of course. Better clean up." And if he stepped on the gas, there were no cops around to know about it. His mama had raised him right, and he understood the importance of being clean. Cleanliness was next to godliness and all. Or at least next to naked, wet, writhing angels.
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Date: 2016-06-19 01:24 am (UTC)Harrison rolls his eyes. "This isn't a playground, Garrick," he says. "I'm not pulling your metaphorical pigtails. If I wanted to get you under me I assure you I would be more direct."
Jay goes bright red in the face, lets go of Harrison's shirt. "What? I -- what? I was going to say you were projecting your animosity for yourself onto me, not --"
"Oh my," Harrison grins. "This is a revelation. Why is it, do you think, that you turn such a magnificent shade of red when I mention getting," Harrison takes a step forward. "You," another step, right in Jay's space. "Under," his hand against Jay's chest, feeling the insanely fast racing of his heartbeat. "Me?"
"Get back," Jay offers weakly.
Harrison chuckles. "I hadn't actually thought about this before," he says. "But now. Now I can see the allure. The things I could do to you, Jay Garrick. The things you'd let me do."
"I beg your --"
"Beg," Harrison muses. "Yes. Indeed."
He laughs when Jay chooses that moment to speed out, as if he'd forgotten he possessed super speed in the moments before. "Next time, Garrick. Next time."
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Date: 2016-02-13 12:35 pm (UTC)I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
The song is Jason Mraz's Lucky,.
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Date: 2016-02-13 12:38 pm (UTC)