Thursday: quotes

[tigriswolf]

Hullo, everyone, I'm still tigriswolf and today's theme is quotes. Now, this can be movie quotes, book quotes, theater quotes -- wherever you want to pull them from.

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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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

An example to get the ball rolling...

Harry Potter, Harry + author’s choice, Dying is easy, young man, living is harder.



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[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry + author’s choice, Dying is easy, young man, living is harder.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, here’s where he meets Prince Charming but he won’t discover that it’s him ‘til chapter 3

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

It all started with one little kiss.

Jude made up the lie; he claims he has never kissed a boy, and that he wanted to know what it felt like to do it. It was just a scheme to kiss Zero. A lie Zero could easily see through but he did not call Jude on it.

Zero has been secretly harboring feelings for Jude, just as Jude has been doing for Zero.
The blond pats his lap and whispers “Come sit with me, and I will show you the correct way to kiss.”

Jude was nervous—but he has the hots for Zero and no way is he going to chicken out and pass up the chance to kiss this handsome stud. He sits on Zero’s lap, legs draped over the bad boy’s toned thighs and his knees resting on the bed. He is not sure what to do with his hands, his palms are clammy and his mouth is dry, and holy oh my god he is about to kiss Zero!

Therefore, he holds onto Zero’s neck, looping his arms around his shoulders. He is frozen in place; however, Zero is on the move. He leans in and gently presses his lips to Jude’s, kissing him tenderly. Okay, this is nice, better then nice, it is awesome! Jude kisses Zero softly, and another kiss is pressed to his lips followed by another, and yet another and Jude is so dizzy with love and lust that he feels he may faint.

A few seconds later, when Zero breaks the kiss and leans back a little to gaze into his eyes, there is a smirk on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “It's getting pretty late. Shouldn’t you be on your way? Now that you know what kissing a guy is like.” Again, it is a bald-face lie, and Zero knows that. The way he says it clues Jude in that Zero knows this was a plow.

Judging by the way the blond leans in and kisses and kisses him, and kisses him yet again; Zero is content to keep up this game all night. Jude was willing to play the game—yet he never thought one kiss would become much, much more.

Overridden with lust, suddenly caught up in passion, Jude tries to keep his wits about him. However, when Zero kisses him and strips him nude, it seems they both throw caution to the wind and give into the pleasure. Spread out on the bed, Jude trembles as Zero nuzzles his neck as he spreads his legs, and Jude cannot deny the passion he desires.

“It’s okay, baby; I will take care of you.” Zero leans down, his mouth covering Jude’s nipple, sucking on the little nub before swirling his tongue around it, making it perky at the wet hot touch. Jude moans, pushing his chest toward the heat of Zero’s mouth.

All he wanted was for Zero to make love to him, but the older man wants their first time to be sweet and slow and loving. Zero wants Jude to enjoy every second they are together in a dance of passion and he intends to take his time kissing and touching the beautiful beauty spread out on the bed.

Hot pleasure sparks rush up and down Jude’s spine as Zero’s hands slip down between his legs to softly caress the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Jude tosses his head back and moans as anticipation and need pool in his belly. He begs Zero to make love to him, he is eager, however, Zero is in no hurry; he has all night to worship his gorgeous lover and he is going to spend his time showing Jude how much he loves him.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Do not boast, [noun]. Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you.

Filled Highlander.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Methos likes to pretend, sometimes, that he has always been the Immortal he is now. Knowledgeable beyond lifetimes. Wise beyond measure. World-weary and sure of himself in every way.

But if Methos is anything he is humble enough to laugh at himself when his proteges assign such virtues to him.

He still remembers being captured by the Romans the second time, a foolish mistake on his part, and forced into the Arena. The men there had been telling tales to bolster their courage and he had not yet learned to hold his tongue.

Methos had boasted of killing hundreds of people, of slaughtering animals by the thousands. He had boasted that he could take a lion with one hand and nothing else.

The slave woman who had been helping him and the others prepare gave him a shrewd look as she said "Do not boast, Gladiator. Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you."

Then he'd heard the roar and a chill went down his spine.

It's the closest Methos had ever come to losing his head at that point. When the lioness had closed her jaws around his nape and shook him. It was only a lucky strike with his sword that kept him alive and it was a long time before he was able to make his escape.

He keeps a little lion carving with him as a reminder against hubris.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any, "We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.""
- The Tempest, William Shakespeare.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Sameen Shaw + Any(s), “Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
― Robert A. Heinlein

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Miss Shaw, was that really necessary?”

“Possibly not, Finch, but it was fun. And what are you looking at?”

The last remark was addressed at Reese, who instantly pretended to be uninterested.

Finch attempted to bring some order, “We need to agree our next few moves; it’s vitally important we get the timing right.”

Shaw sighed, “Do we have to?”

Bear bounded over to her, toy in mouth, wagging his tail at the prospect of a game.

The cat, which seemed to have taken up residence on shelving which ran below the ceiling, pushed a dead mouse onto Reece’s head.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any(+/Any), "If the world were a logical place, men would ride side saddle."
-Rita Mae Brown

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/ John Sheppard, “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

Fill 1/2: Math nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

An awkward silence followed Rodney's ringing tirade. As one, the rest of the scientists turned and filed out of the lab. Elizabeth stood in the corner, arms crossed over her chest, lips pressed into a thin line.

Most of the scientists were silent, except for Zelenka, who was muttering unintelligibly under his breath – probably cursing at Rodney in his mother tongue.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, took a breath, changed her mind, and followed the rest of the scientists out.

Rodney heard the door close behind her and groaned, closed his eyes. He'd done it again, been his usual insufferable and arrogant self. He'd had every right to defend his opinion as vigorously as he just did, because he was right, and while he could get this portion of the project done on his own, if he wanted to sleep any time in the near future, he needed their help.

He wanted to go to Atlantis more than anything, and he'd be an invaluable member of the Expedition, but if he couldn't handle being stuck on this base under the ice with those people when escape was just a helicopter ride away, how would he cope being stuck in another galaxy with them with no way home and likely no safe surroundings in which to take a break and get some space?

And then he realized – someone had stayed behind. Tucked into the back corner, plodding away diligently at a laptop. All Rodney could see of the bravest one of all was the tops of spiky black hair.

"Hey," Rodney said, "in case you didn't hear, I need some time alone right now so I can think and actually get something useful done."

The typing didn't cease.

Rodney peered closer at the hair. No headphones. Maybe those stupid little earbuds?

"Hello! Unplug for a moment, you millennial brat, and pay attention for one damn second!"

Still no response, more rapid typing.

Rodney strode across the lab, furious and a little embarrassed (apparently his tantrum was not universally powerful) and came upon the interloper, who wasn't wearing headphones or earbuds and was instead solidly engrossed in his work. That was some dedication.

"Hey, peon, I said get out!"

Still no response.

Rodney felt his blood pressure raise. This level of insolence was intolerable.

"Hey, moron, are you deaf?"

And then the man started, looked up at Rodney in surprise. He smiled, and oh hell, he had a beautiful smile. Rodney remembered him, had seen him a few times at the SGC before he'd been shipped out to Russia. They'd never spoken before, but the man was obviously a civilian and, judging by the mathematical equations on his laptop screen, at least not a complete idiot. Every time Rodney had crossed paths with him in those concrete halls, the man had smiled at him.

His smile – and Rodney's simmering fury at the unfairness of Sam Carter's hotness mixed with her ego – had kept Rodney warm on more than one Siberian night.

And then the man blinked, looked around. Then he lifted his hands and – he signed.

Sign language.

The man actually was deaf.

Rodney felt heat flood his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't speak sign language."

The man nodded, reached for a notepad and scribbled something in sloping, blocky letters.

Where is everyone?

Rodney started to reach for the pen and notepad, but the man pointed to his eye, then his lips.

Rodney was confused. Did he want Rodney to look at his lips? Because he'd be more than willing to do that, except because the man had a beautiful mouth, only that was highly unprofessional (like screaming at all of your colleagues outside of a life-and-death situation), and –

"Oh. You can read lips?"

The man nodded, smiled again.

"I, uh...everyone left," Rodney enunciated, slowly and carefully.

The man's brow furrowed. He shook his head, made a spinning gesture with his hand.

Rodney tried again, even slower and more exaggerated.

Frustration mounted in the man's expression and he sighed soundlessly, shook his head again.

The door opened, and there was a thunderous stomp on the ground.

Rodney spun around. "What was that for?"

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester, "I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there."
— Oscar Wilde

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, “What we've got here is failure to communicate.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Ray Palmer/Leonard Snart, "After all, tomorrow is another day!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, any/any, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, “There's no place like home."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batgirl (2009 run), Steph Brown/Nick Gage, “Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth."

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Finn,

The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head. Terry Pratchett

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Marvel Movies, Any,

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time. Terry Pratchett

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

It is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done. Terry Pratchett

Fill. Iron Man (MCU). Tony Stark, Yinsen.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Their dinner this night was a gruel mixture over rice and Tony tried to pace himself as he ate, but, God alive, he was hungry as fuck: they'd spent the day breaking down the metals, heating them—and their frigid cave—in a barely adequate fire, and forming them into the parts needed.

It'd been hard work, tiring and labor intensive, and now even Yinsen was wolfing down their meager ration.

Someone peered in at them between one spoonful and the next; the viewing window snapped shut after a second, and Yinsen, bowl scraped clean, set it aside with a sigh, and murmured, “They watch everything... How will we get it assembled under their noses, hm?”

Ah the creeping in of doubt.

Tony smirked at it and at his friend: people always doubted him, thought he couldn't do what he was going to do.

But there had always been his father's words at the back of his mind, Howard's voice whispering against sense: It is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done.

“We'll get it done,” Tony told him, “Trust me.”

“Such faith in your design.”

Tony laughed at that, an sardonic noise. “I think Pepper would call it fanatical belief.”

They set the bowls aside after that and each took a glance at the pieces they'd completed that day, then back at each other. With a final, small smile, climbed into their cots to get a few hours rest.

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions. Terry Pratchett

Fill: Gundam Wing - Chang Wufei + Quatre Winner - Endless Waltz

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"It can't last." Wufei crossed his arms over his chest, disdain screaming from every line of his body. "Humanity was born and bred to war. We can not more stop fighting than we can stop breathing."

Quatre shrugged, not the least bit intimidated by Wufei or the intensity that radiated off of him. "You might be right. It is possible that despite everything we've done, all the sacrifices we've made that war could break out again." He smiled softly and shook his head. "But if we never try to hold on to this peace or make it last then we've already failed without knowing if we might have been able to win. I'm not willing to do that." He smiled again, wider this time. "And I don't think you are either."

Wufei nodded slowly as the logic presented to him awoke the warrior slumbering inside. "I will do as you ask and fight this battle even though I think it is a lost cause, but I reserve the right to remind you of my reservations if it comes to that."

Chuckling Quatre stuck his hand out to shake on the agreement. "You've got yourself a deal."

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy,

It's still magic even if you know how it's done. Terry Pratchett

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.-- Mary Renault

Han/Leia- Star Wars - TFA AU

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

[[ Basically an AU where Snoke gets Leia to go to the Darkside ]]

Han loves nights like this, nights where Leia is not the woman she became, but the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. The nights where they meet in the middle and in secret. They kiss, they make love. And then they would lay in bed like this tangled in each others arms, talking, always winding up back to the same conversation.

"Come home with me," Han whispers stroking her cheek, "leave the First Order, Ben and Breha miss you....I miss you."

Leia furrows her brow. Her brown eyes dark almost black, they lost that luster they once had. Probably from years of carnage destruction she had done. It should frighten him how different they were, but in their different worlds now...Han would take them for what they were.

"You know I can't," Leia says coarse and harsh, "the dark has consumed me too much."

Han could cry. He could object until on his hands and knees begging her. He could tell her he could look beyond the murders and atrocities she committed. But he knows he won't succeed and to him, these moments where they are not enemies but husband and wife were precious to him....he didn't want to waste them fighting.

So Han sighs deeply...pulling Leia closer so she could rest her head against her chest. He closes his eyes and cherishes everything. Her scent, the feel of her long brown hair and breath on his skin, knowing soon he would fall asleep and when he opens his eyes she would be gone. Once again Leia would be Snoke's puppet and Han would be the man who reluctantly took his wife's place in the resistance.

It is a sad and heavy irony knowing the love of his life, his soulmate, his best friend, the woman who highhandedly help take down a regime would become so evil. But this Han knows, he will always love her....

Even if it kills him.

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice--patched, retreaded and approved for the road. -- Sylvia Plath

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, A touch of madness is, I think, almost always necessary for constructing a destiny. -- Marguerite Yourcenar

Fill: Sandman

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Why do we even care about one mortal?" Desire asked, examining her cuticles. He was dressed as a white cat-thing, sexy and slinky with a fluffy tail and soft ears on a silky headband.

"We do not care for mortals and they do not care for us," said Desire's twin, despair.

Destruction looked bored. "Why have you summoned us to your garden and your gallery, brother?"

Destiny, with his sightless eyes and his ever-present unending tome in hand, said, "Things are shifting in the universe, and we must be ready."

Death peered over Destiny's shoulder at his book, the pages of which were filling themselves with recordings of events as they happened. This time there was even a drawing of an adorable baby boy.

"Daniel, is it? He's adorable."

Delirium reached out to prod the picture, her expression one of bewilderment. "Daniel is no name for an Endless."

"When he becomes Dream, he will be Dream," Destiny said.

Desire slapped at Delirium's hand before she could touch the pages of the book. Only Destiny was allowed to do that.

"Don't," Desire said. "You'll ruin it."

It was Morpheus who said, "A touch of madness is, I think, almost always necessary for constructing a destiny."

Death turned to him. "Brother –"

"Sister." He inclined his head politely, then moved to stand next to her, gaze at the image of the child who would one day take his place when his death came.

"I never meant for you to see this," Destiny said, and even he looked discomfited.

Morpheus lifted his chin. "I am not afraid of Death, for she is my sister, and I wil enter her realm willingly when it is my time. Isn't that how it works, Sister? I get what anyone gets. I get a lifetime."

"Yes," Death said softly, and she hugged him, maybe for the last time. She didn't dare look in Destiny's book to see if that was one more awful truth in the universe.

Delirium tugged on Morpheus's sleeve. "Can we have a tea party now?"

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. -- Trieu Thi Trinh

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, What difference does it make if the thing you scared of is real or not? -- Toni Morrison

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard. BDSM-verse.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Heads up warning: In this universe, John is a sub who was previously abused by a Dom. It is discussed herein.

John was curled into Rodney's side, a small whimper coming from between clenched teeth any time Rodney so much as twitched.

“I need to get the cuffs off,” he murmured, trying to appeal to John's logical side.

A shiver and a shake of his head; John gripped at Rodney tighter, breathing in the scent of his sweaty skin.

Not for the first time, Rodney wished he had John's abuser in front of him, to do to the man what he'd done so viciously to John. He grit his teeth in order to avoid clenching his muscles—it would only serve to upset John more than the flashback had—and stroked a hand through John's hair.

He'd made it his own personal policy to never coddle his subs, but as John set his ear over Rodney's heart, he decided that perhaps coddling was sometimes necessary. He slung an arm around John's middle and rolled them so Rodney lay half on top of him, one hand still buried in John's hair; one leg slid across John's and they both relaxed into the mattress.

“Sleep,” Rodney ordered, his tone firm yet affectionate.

John fought it though, his mind already overworked from trying to keep the flashbacks away. He kept his eyes on Rodney's and he clenched at his Dom's arm rhythmically.

“No one's going to harm you. Not here.”

“Wraith.”

“Wraith aren't what terrifies you.”

Eyes flicked away, then back, and John probably didn't realize he was pleading with his damned gaze.

The door clicked shut and the lights came up a fraction, just enough for the darkened corners to lose their shadows, and Rodney reminded him, “You're safe here,” and kissed him gently.

John pulled in a breath. He looked vulnerable all of a sudden, exhausted and broken and raw, and he couldn't bring his voice above a whisper to ask, “Why aren't you leaving?”

“Leaving? You're having flashbacks... I assume you have nightmares, too,” and oh, was Rodney convinced of that, angry with himself for the times he'd left after bathing John, feeding him, putting him to bed, and he should've just stayed, “Why would I leave?”

There was a shrug; John had gone tight as a bowstring and he was refusing to look at Rodney's face.

Oh.

“John, you're allowed to be scared.”

“They're dreams.”

“Of things that happened. And even if they hadn't, everyone has nightmares—we live in a war zone, do you honestly think I don't have my own fears? Or Elizabeth?”

More resistance built up in John and Rodney fought against it instantly, pushing himself up and over John, pinning him down by his wrists.

“No. You will not go back to that hell you were forced in to. Stop it now.” Rodney pressed down harder. “Let it go.”

John whined, but he didn't buck or try to get Rodney off of him.

“That's it, give it up.”

And finally the tension released again and John let himself look tiredly up at his Dom. “I don't know how not to fight it.”

“I know. Trust me, I know, but it's not going to chase me off.”

“I'm tired of this, Rodney.”

He kissed John again, releasing him and pulling John against him as he rearranging them on the bed. “I know that, too. We'll work on it, okay?”

“Okay.”