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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: 2016-04-09 05:07 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"
Fill
Date: 2016-04-09 04:08 pm (UTC)The first time her fist connected with his jaw, he realized who he was facing. This wasn't the Kara who'd come back from space, from New Caprica, from the brink. This was Starbuck - his fuck up, ace Viper jock and best friend. The woman he wanted but wouldn't allow himself to have. She was all fire and brimstone with none of the guilt, and she had boxing gloves and a deadly mask on just now.
So he did the only thing he knew how - when sparring with this woman - he hit back. There were times when Lee thought the fight, the dance, would never end, that this limbo of theirs was the final, physical manifestation of the tip-toeing they'd been doing around each other for years. Since before Zak died, since she first opened that door and then kissed him on a table.
He's light on his toes in the ring, not as savage as her, not as fast, not as personal, but far more intimate. Every time he hits her - just below her left ribcage this time - he tells himself it's better than not touching her at all, and the smile she gives him after a particularly good upper cut lands him falling back two feet tells him she feels the same.
They'll lick their wounds tonight, after all the fight is out of them, Sam and Dee will help them bandages cuts and their bruises will eventually fade, but the feeling of touch, the ability to touch each other freely for an hour in the ring... That will last, they both know it.
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Date: 2016-04-09 05:07 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
yesterday I spoke of you in past tense
guess I’m finally coming to terms with your absence
mini fill: star wars, poe dameron/kylo ren
Date: 2016-09-27 08:36 pm (UTC)It had months since Ben had "died" and Kylo Ren had took his place. Poe always hoped one night he would come home and he would be in the door way waiting.
There was always going to be this hope that Ben would come back. But he had to let go.
Yesterday in a conversation about old flames Poe used "was" to describe Ben instead of "is".
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From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 05:07 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face
I have never been the same
mini fill: star wars, kes dameron/lando calirissian
Date: 2016-09-27 08:50 pm (UTC)---------------------------
This was the wrong time feel this way. He could hear Han screaming in pain down the hallway. The Force knew where Mara and Luke were during all this....the worst of it...who was watching Poe. He could be running around here unsupervised!
Yet Kes' continued gaze on the stranger, bright smile, expressive dark eyes and midnight black hair sent something shooting through his body. Something he hadn't felt since Shara died.
He blinked aw kriff...he was in love.
"You must be Kes," The stranger smiled, "I'm Lando Calirissian, Prince Luke told me to get you."
Kes shook off whatever nagging yet wonderful feeling that was poking him and went back into focus on his mission.
"Yeah where are they?" Kes replied.
"Come with me," Lando said.
Lando grabbing his hand as he led him down the hall, didn't help with Kes' conflicting feelings either, but he had a job do....he would come to terms with his possible crush later.
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From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 05:08 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
they shared a crimson smile
and just walked away
left the secret at the grave
FILL: Original fic, M/M, slavery, murder, hidden affair
Date: 2016-04-09 05:21 pm (UTC)The summer days are long, the nights even longer. In the bed of a man he doesn’t love, he is assaulted by a demon-man from hell. The slave pleads for salvation. Crying into the soiled sheets. The black leather collar around his neck is constricting, suffocating. His cries are broken whimpers.
The pills in his palm offer bliss, comfort and harmony—a goodbye from this dark world. It is a sin to take his life, the lord has said so, yet he cannot endure the suffering any longer. He would take the pills, swallow them whole. Would do it with a big smile on his face.
Yet not a moment too soon a glimmer of hope comes to save him. The man with the green eyes is a visitor to the house. Goodness and kindness beat within the man’s heart, not the strike of his backhand or the crack of the whip.
The slave had seen this gentleman before, he was a business partner of his Master, and had visited often. This man always had a spark of heat in his gaze, the slave knew the gentleman lusted after him, had desired him for months. No doubt the gentleman wished to have him in his house, his bed. Wished to own his body with love and kisses and pure passion.
The gentleman whispers a plan to him, promises salvation in-between the pleasure of kind kisses. It is risky for them to be together in this hidden affair; they could be put to death—the slave for accepting pleasure from another man who did not own him, the gentleman for bestowing pleasure to a slave who was not his property.
The plan is risky, it will take the perfect moment to execute, but the slave promises to do whatever it takes to leave this dark house.
After weeks of secretly meeting with the gentleman, their nights overwhelmed with pleasure as they make love in the shadows of the barn, the time has come. The slave smothers his owner with a pillow over his face as gentleman drives a knife into his heart. Blood swarms the white sheets, dampens the cloth sticky and crimson, the dying man gasps and gags, choking on the air slipping from his lungs.
The funeral is short. Not many people come to grieve over the heartless man. He had no friends, only a slave he enjoyed abusing. Yet never again will he harm another soul. The people who did come to pay their last respects, people passing by who had kindness in their hearts that felt the need to grant a moment of their time to say a prayer for a stranger, know nothing about the deed that ended his life. They are blind and deaf to the actions of the gentleman and slave who stand hand in hand at the grave.
With the dirt spread over the casket and the headstone placed, the gentleman and slave share a crimson smile and just walk away, they left the secret at the grave.
(END)
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Date: 2016-04-09 05:09 am (UTC)Author’s choice, any immortal character,
you judge me for a time you don’t know
you judge me as if you could ever know
A Glory of Gods (PG-13, Marvel comics, Hercules, Odinson, Wolverine)
Date: 2016-04-10 05:50 am (UTC)Re: A Glory of Gods (PG-13, Marvel comics, Hercules, Odinson, Wolverine)
From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 06:11 am (UTC)He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
--W.H. Auden
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Date: 2016-04-09 06:21 pm (UTC)It was a perfectly normal, if quiet, day in the SGC when it happened and later on, Carson would think that that should have been his first clue. The calm before the storm and all that. He was a little nervy, truth be told, because Janet was off world and he always got nervous when she was. Call him old fashioned, call him sexist and lord knows, Janet had accused him of both from time to time, and only sometimes in jest, but he liked having her in the SGC, liked knowing she was safe.
Besides, she was on P3X-666 and while he didn't put much stock in the supernatural as a rule - that was Granny Beckett's thing, not his - the appellation didn't exactly inspire confidence.
So when he was checking medical supplies in one of the store rooms - a boring job to be sure, but necessary - when a cold, shivery feeling washed over him from head to toe, when it felt like a vice clamped around his chest, robbing his breath, leaving him weak and leaning against the shelf for support, he told himself that it was nothing. A moment of weakness brought on by too much work, not enough sleep, not enough to eat or drink. Nothing more than that and he staunchly tried not to think of Granny Beckett's pronouncements of spirits walking over her grave.
He tried.
But when Jack O'Neill walked into sickbay, face pale and eyes red, looking more shook than he'd ever seen Jack look, the older man didn't have to say a word.
Because Carson knew.
Just like, in that moment, he knew nothing in his life would ever be the same again.
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Date: 2016-04-09 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 08:45 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Numb3rs, tag to SGA episode The Gift
Date: 2016-05-15 07:10 am (UTC)Brendan turned to her, his mind buzzing with Are you insane?
But Elizabeth was nodding thoughtfully. Heightmeyer, who’d been informed about Freya’s condition as a matter of her health, nodded as well.
“I think that would be excellent.”
Rodney shook his head. “Amita, you’re a great mathematician, and I freely admit you have better people skills than me, but I think this is the kind of conversation better left to Heightmeyer or even Beckett.”
Elizabeth raised her chin and said, “Yes, Amita, please do speak to Teyla as soon as possible.”
Rodney opened his mouth to protest, but Elizabeth adjourned the meeting and dismissed them. Rodney followed Heightmeyer out of the room, protesting. Freya caught Elizabeth’s eye and nodded, then reached up to tap her radio and ask Control to locate Teyla for her.
Brendan caught her just outside of the conference room, dragged her out to the balcony where no one could overhear them. “Freya, you can’t.”
“I have to, Brendan.”
“You’re putting yourself at risk. I can’t let you do that.”
She tugged free from his grip on her elbow. “I’m not a child. We’re partners. You’re not actually my babysitter. And if she doesn’t get a handle on this, we could be putting the entire expedition at risk. I am the only person who knows what she’s facing, what she’s going through. Even though her gift is different from mine, I’m the closest she has to an understanding friend in this situation.”
Brendan licked his lips nervously. “You know the rules -”
“Damn the rules! We’re cut off from Earth. Our best chance of ever getting home to the people we love is finding a ZPM, and we need Teyla on our team and the Wraith off our backs to do it. Now, I’m going to find Teyla.” Freya spun away from him, ignored the mental shouting he directed at her, and radioed control.
Teyla, predictably, was down in the training room practising with her bantos rods.
Freya stood in the doorway and waited until Teyla finished her routine, and then she cleared her throat.
“Amita, have you come to learn more combat skills?” Teyla brandished her bantos rods meaningfully.
“Ah, no. Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“About?”
“About how you’re doing.” Freya smiled gently. “Come take a walk with me.”
“A walk would be very refreshing.” Teyla’s smile was pleasant, but she was wary. Freya waited while Teyla packed up her gear, and then they set off for the transporter, beamed to the nearest part of the city with a section of outdoor balcony, and walked, gazing out at the sea.
“I am doing fine,” Teyla said.
Freya resisted the urge to read Teyla’s thoughts. “Elizabeth told me about your gift.”
Immediately Teyla’s posture became closed off, though her smile remained politely fixed in place. “I see. I had hoped she would respect my desire for privacy -”
“I have a similar gift,” Freya said.
Fill 2/2: + Numb3rs, tag to SGA episode The Gift
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Date: 2016-04-09 08:46 am (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-04-10 07:15 pm (UTC)Brendan lifted his head, surprised. Elizabeth rarely called him anything but John when it was just the two of them.
“Noticed what?” He kept his voice light, concentrated on disassembling his gun for cleaning (he could put it together blind, but keeping the thing in working order was paramount over spy tricks).
“I’ve talked to Amita about her gift some,” Elizabeth said. She sat beside him at the little table he’d set up on the balcony. It was a sunny day, his designated Sunday, and he wanted to enjoy the warmth and fresh air and distinct lack of Wraith or angry Pegasus natives shooting at him. “She says it works two-fold, that she can shut out other people’s minds, and that people can block their thoughts for her so she’s not distracted by them. Obviously no one on the expedition blocks their thoughts except you and sometimes me, because I’m still learning how. Except you don’t really block your thoughts often, do you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You and Amita have a strong bond, a deep friendship, so it’s not unexpected that you can often communicate without words. But sometimes I notice her twitch or smile in response to something that no one else senses. And usually it has to do with you, especially during boring meetings, but sometimes not. I’ve read your file. I’m sure that your borderline between deference and insubordination is your lips, that you rarely say what you think because you know it’ll get you into trouble. But Amita always knows what you think.”
“I don’t push past her shields ever. Unless it’s an emergency. And it’s never come to that,” Brendan said. Elizabeth was damn smart, and observant to boot. He couldn’t risk getting too careless even though he and Freya were both far away from home and the strictures of the NSA and FBI and USAF and SGC and everyone else who had a piece of them. “But she likes to keep tabs on me, and I let her.”
“Why does she like to keep tabs on you?”
Brendan flicked a glance at her. “You read my file, didn’t you?”
“I don’t think your black mark was warranted. You were trying to save Amita and three fellow soldiers.” Elizabeth’s expression was sympathetic.
Correction: Brendan was trying to save Freya, and Mitch, Dex, and Holland followed him, and they lost their lives, and the Air Force almost lost him, because he got Freya onto the rescue chopper but the locals got him and he still doesn’t really remember those three days in their hands, just remembers waking in the base infirmary with Freya clutching his hand and whispering talk to me over and over again.
And the first words in his mind were, You shouldn’t have been here, shouldn’t have had to see any of this, and then she was screaming for the doctor and some airmen took her away and once he could sit up he was in interrogation with MPs and JAG officers for three days, and he knew Freya was on the other side of the mirror and he had to shut his thoughts down so he could get through this, so she wouldn’t see, wouldn’t know how much the thought of losing her had totally ruined him.
Once he’d been released from interrogation and the USAF and NSA had gone to battle, Freya had been allowed to visit him. She’d flung her arms around him, unaware of his busted ribs, and whispered,
“Don’t do that. Don’t ever do that again. Don’t shut me out.”
And so he didn’t. Truth was, he’d learned to filter. Let her hear his surface thoughts, his random thoughts, not the deeper things - like how he didn’t really regret things not working out with June - unless it was necessary. He sang and joked and rambled just for her, so she could know he was alive.
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Date: 2016-04-09 08:48 am (UTC)Fill: Buffy/TWD, Buffy, Beth, Daryl
Date: 2016-04-14 03:40 pm (UTC)Sacrament of Wilderness (http://killing-kurare.livejournal.com/87418.html)
Re: Fill: Buffy/TWD, Buffy, Beth, Daryl
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Date: 2016-04-09 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 12:36 pm (UTC)WOuld like to claim this one
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Date: 2016-04-09 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 10:34 am (UTC)And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 10:35 am (UTC)Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 10:35 am (UTC)I'm wearing last night's dress and I look like a hot ass mess
Although my hair looks good 'cause I haven't slept yet!
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Date: 2016-04-09 10:36 am (UTC)'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
I'm gonna give you my heart
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Date: 2016-04-09 10:36 am (UTC)Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down
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Date: 2016-04-09 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 12:09 pm (UTC)Not a fill yet, but I am on this like fuzz on velcro.
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From:Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. NASA. 1/2
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From:Not a fill yet
From:Fill: Nerd!John 'verse
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From:no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 11:40 am (UTC)No-one told me
I was going to find you
Unexpected
What you did to my heart
Fill: SGA, McShep, lawyer!AU
Date: 2016-04-10 04:35 am (UTC)And his wicked tongue.
John hadn’t been surprised one bit that he found Rodney McKay intensely attractive, because the man was sexy as hell, and the first time they’d kissed, John knew when he finally got Rodney in bed, it was going to be fantastic.
What surprised John was, well, how happy Rodney made him. The first time Rodney had come along to movie night to watch Drop Dead Diva, he’d ended up smushed on the couch between John and Sam, and the mere warmth of Rodney pressed up against John’s left side the entire night had made him giddy. The brush of Rodney’s hand when they both reached into the popcorn bowl made him grin like an idiot.
And the way Rodney smiled whenever John brought him coffee and snacks (he’d suffered Lorne’s smug, knowing expression manfully after asking Lorne what Rodney’s snack preferences and habits were) made John feel better no matter how awful his day was (and he sincerely hoped that Rodney didn’t notice that he got extra snacks on John’s really rough days).
After everything that had gone wrong with Nancy, John really hadn’t expected to find anyone. He’d had a few casual flings with attractive women - Chaya, Mara, Teer, Larrin - and even gone on dates with a couple of men - Jerry, David, Peter - but he wasn’t looking for anything serious. If someone had told him two months ago that the firm was going to hire a new patent attorney, a Canadian with a wickedly sharp intellect and zero tolerance for stupidity, and John was going to miss him every time he was away from the office, he’d have laughed and called them crazy. And probably laid a bet with Lorne on the matter, because he liked an easy win.
Being with Rodney wouldn’t be an easy win. The man worked ridiculous hours, was in love with his work, and had a one-track mind that was great for tackling scientific problems but terrible for remembering things like dates. Especially if said dates weren’t in his calendar (but putting them on his calendar was just asking for Lorne and the paralegals to lay bets on every aspect of their relationship, from their first date to when they first had sex).
After the third time Rodney stood John up, John knew he had to switch tactics. He checked Rodney’s calendar, kidnapped the files he’d planned on working on that evening, and insisted Rodney take a food break with him at five that day. Instead of going to their usual quick sandwich place, John drove Rodney back to his place.
Where the doorman had let up the caterers from his and Rodney’s favorite Greek restaurant so they could set up a candlelit meal.
“But I need my car and I still have files to review,” Rodney protested even as John herded him through the front door. Rodney paused when he saw the table set for two, candles glowing. “Did I forget something? Our two-month anniversary?”
“No,” John said. “It’s just that we’ve had a hard time making it to actual dates, so I decided to bring the date to you.”
Rodney blinked. “Oh. The other night. I stood you up. I’m so sorry, John, I -”
“What you’re going to do is stop apologizing,” John said, herding Rodney over to the table and pulling out a chair for him, “and eat some food, and then we’re going to watch some Law & Order and make fun of it, and maybe make out a little, and then, when you can’t handle the fun anymore, I might have those files you wanted to review.”
Rodney gazed up at him with wide eyes. “John Sheppard,” he said, “I think I love you.”
And John just had to kiss him after that.
They didn’t end up watching Law & Order or reviewing any files.
But they did end up having fantastic sex in John’s bed, and on the couch when Rodney insisted on trying to review files, and then again in the bath, and once more in the shower before work the next day.
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Date: 2016-04-09 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 11:52 am (UTC)Inspired by this performance of Aaron's.
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Date: 2016-04-09 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-09 11:56 am (UTC)