Maandag: Paint Colours

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Hello, prompters! I’m doreyg and I'd like to welcome you all to my week of hosting! Hopefully we'll all have a lot of fun. To get started, today's theme is Paint Colours. Prompts can be any colour of paint that you'd commonly find in DIY shops. To help with this, you can find examples here and here and here.

Just a few rules, before we begin:
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

Some colourful examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, duck’s egg blue
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Fire Cracker
+ Black Panther (comics), T’Challa/Everett Ross, Emerald Delight

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 2016 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.

Have fun!

tag=Paint Colours

Comments

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Black Panther (comics), T’Challa/Everett Ross, Emerald Delight

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Black Widow (comics), Natasha Romanov/Isaiah Ross, Sorbet

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Fire Cracker

Fill: Refractory (NSFW)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Once Tony regains the motor functions to actually blink, he spends a good portion of the normal precious few post-coital intimate moments adjusting his eyes to the new darkness of the room. “When did the sun go down?”

“After round three,” Steve says, still panting hotly against Tony’s shoulder. He’s wrapped around Tony from head to toe—his fingers in Tony’s hair, his leg draped over Tony’s waist. Every inch of Tony still feels the memory-pressure of Steve, Steve, Steve—his smell, his sweat, the delicious noises he made when Tony pinned him to the bed. It’s something he’ll never get enough of.

In doses, of course—he is not, after all, a teenager anymore.

As Tony attempts to catch his breath and slow the beating of his admittedly delicate heart, Steve kisses a line up his shoulder and into the juncture of his neck, lips feverish and searching. Tony can feel him grin, all charm and shyness, even after he’s been fucked boneless four times over. “Easy, tiger,” he says, even as he arches into the sensation. “Let’s take a breather. Save some room for Jesus.”

Steve snorts, hand drifting beneath the blanket. “No time like the present.” His fingers circle Tony’s cock in a gentle, firm grip as he rocks his hips into Tony’s leg. “The night’s still young.”

But I’m not, Tony thinks, but then realizes that Steve is technically older than him, and no way he’s letting him win this particular battle. So he just groans and flips Steve onto his back. “You know, if I knew you’d be such a fire cracker in the sack, I would’ve had you in here long before the second date.”

“Such a romantic,” Steve says dryly, but he can’t hold back his grin when Tony kisses him again, and again, and again.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starfire (comics), Kori/Stella Gomez, Caribbean Dawn

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, duck’s egg blue

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Purple Pout

Fill. MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Were anyone brave enough to look into Coulson's office that Tuesday morning, they would have found Clint and Phil in a stand-off: both men were poised on either side of the desk, staring at the other seriously.

No one was brave enough, of course, because Phil Coulson once took a man down with a bag of flour and Clint Barton was known to trawl the air ducts with a nerf gun to torment those who were on his shit list.

So there were no witnesses as the two argued.

“No.”

“But, Phil...”

“No.” He paused, then added, “Pouting is not going to sway me.”

Clint grumbled, “You suck,” as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hmm, not now, dear. You have a mission to attend to.”

“But Stark? You and Stark, alone?”

Phil narrowed his eyes on his boyfriend. “I was unaware you think that I'd find Stark attractive.”

“Not you. He's the sex fiend.”

“I anticipate tasing him at least twice. I've already gotten the go ahead from Nick.”

Clint snorted.

“Now. Budapest. You, Natasha, flight deck, asap.”

“Yes, sir.”

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Sif, Curious Crimson and Nordic Sky

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wanda Maximoff(+/any female (except Skye)), Flame Red

Fill: Our Own Starlight (Wanda Maximoff/Helen Cho)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

“My god,” Helen murmurs, lips still grazing the sensitive skin of Wanda’s bare stomach. She looks up, eyes wide and dark with arousal, face open with amazement.

“What?” Wanda snaps out of her reverie, following Helen’s gaze with alarm. She’d been so relaxed, so warm and sweet in Helen’s bed with Helen’s skilled hands and mouth on her, that she didn’t even realize that the room was flooded with a brilliant, flaming red—the tendrils of her magic, blooming like poppies in every empty space.

In a flash, the color dissipates, and Wanda rolls over onto her side, hiding her naked body. “I’m so sorry,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut. “I don’t know what happened, I was just so…”

“Beautiful,” Helen whispers, coming to lie down beside Wanda, twining their fingers together. “I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s positively…magical.” Her eyes are glassy, stunned. “You’re so amazing, Wanda Maximoff.”

“But I cannot control it,” Wanda murmurs, enjoying Helen’s warm, soothing touch. “Who knows what might have happened?”

“But nothing happened,” Helen says, pressing a kiss to Wanda’s forehead. “It was protecting us. Keeping us grounded, like…like a system of stars.” Her face breaks out in a grin. “Leave it to me to use science to explain the unexplainable.”

Wanda smiles. She can never resist Helen, especially when she knows exactly what to say. “Will you sleep with me? You’re not afraid?”

“Never,” Helen says, curling in closer to Wanda. “You’re many things, but frightening is not one of them.”

For the first time since Pietro died, Wanda believes those words.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller + Scot Latour, Soft Peach and Peppermint Candy

Filled! The Care And Handling of 13 Year Old Boys - Eric/Sam - PG

[squidgiepdx]

Eric didn't often take a stab at making dinner, but when he did, he tried to go all out. Since it was Sam's birthday, he was letting his boyfriend take the night off, which meant Eric was in the kitchen while Sam and Scot sat in front of the television watching something called 'Project Runway'. And based on the groans from Sam, and the occasional high-voiced outburst from Scot, the two were in heaven.

When he makes sure everything is just about done, Eric walks to the kitchen doorway to call his little family to dinner. But as he passes the fruit bowl, he sees the fresh Alberta peaches that they'd gotten at the farmers market - another influence Scot had on the couple - a few days previous. Eric considers that they don't have a dessert, and the soft peach he grabs tells him that they're nearly overripe, so he grabs a bowl from the pantry, and starts to peel a few, cutting them up into slices as the juice runs down his arm and drips onto the counters.

He's got a few peaches cut up, and he throws in some lemon juice, honey, and a splash of port wine, giving it a good stir. Then he goes and grabs dishes from the cupboard and sets the table, and finally puts out the salad, breadsticks, and the pasta he'd made. Well, the pasta came from a package, but with a little help from Mildred, Eric had learned how to make a good "gravy" as she called it. He put everything on the table, momentarily distracted by the glowing golden color coming off the peaches onto Sam's antique serving bowl, and then crosses back to the living room.

"Okay, boys. Dinner," he says, noticing the wrappers strewn about on the side table. "Uh, guys? What're those?" he asks, pointing to the mess.

"Just candy, Eric," Scot admits as Sam clicks off the TV.

Eric turns to Sam, who has a sheepish smile on his face. "We, uhm. Well, it was taking a little while, so I broke out that candy basket that your sister sent us." Sam gets up and walks to where Eric stands, leaning in for a kiss, Eric enjoying the light flavor of Sam's peppermint-candy stained lips..

"'s okay," Eric says, shaking his head fondly. "Dinner's on the table."

Eric turns back toward the kitchen, Sam and Scot on his heels. "You," he says, turning around and pointing at Scot, "go wash your hands."

"But I just washed them," Scot protests, and instantly Eric can hear Ryan's influence in Scot's newfound rebellious streak.

"Yes, and you're a thirteen year old boy," Eric says, stopping Scot in his tracks with a look and his arms crossed over his chest. "I know what thirteen year old boys are like, so go. Wash your hands." He turns Scot by the shoulders and gives him an affectionate pat on the butt, adding, "Go!"

As Eric and Sam watch Scot disappear upstairs, Eric feels Sam grasp onto his elbow. "You want me to go wash my hands, too?"

Eric first shakes his head. And then he affectionately remembers how special Sam had woken him up that morning, so he leans in and gives Sam a quick kiss, and with a smile, playfully says, "Especially you."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Bruce Wayne/Wally West, Flame Orange

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Titanium White

Fill: + a little Dollhouse,

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I feel compelled to point out,” Rodney murmured, “that contrary to pop music opinion, titanium isn’t bullet-proof.” But he stroked his fingertip over John’s wedding ring.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that, given that bulletproof vests are made of kevlar and not titanium.” John nestled under Rodney’s chin, resting his head on Rodney’s chest and listening to his heart. “So we’re married.”

“We are.”

“And we didn’t get married on national television with half of the population of Colorado Springs in attendance.”

“Thank you, Mad Dog Julian Lodge.”

“Does it feel more real? Like it’s more serious? Like we love each other more?” John asked.

“It felt real the first moment you kissed me.” Rodney pressed a kiss to John’s hair.

“You played seriously, seriously hard to get.”

“Had to make sure everyone was on board,” Rodney said.

John chuckled, low and filthy. “You have no idea what the imprints thought about you the entire time we were on Atlantis, do you?”

“I am sure they considered me as virtuous as a pure-white lily,” Rodney said loftily.

“Pretty sure virtue had nothing to do with it.” John slid higher, mouthed along Rodney’s jaw. “Want to know what they think? Some of them have been begging so prettily to be able to tell you.”

“They could have told me on our dates.” But Rodney’s pulse was jumping.

John smiled against his skin. “They were supposed to be on their best behavior.”

“That was Dom’s best behavior?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, it’s our honeymoon. So how about you give me a few?”

“I have more than a few.”

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Ultramarine Blue

Fill: + Night World (more cranky Evan), background McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Ultramarine blue,” Evan said promptly.

The pretty little botanist nodded, committed that to memory, and skittered away, probably to see if she could find some kind of native Pegasus flower that came something close to that color. The seas of Lantea could be that color on a deep, moonlit night.

It was a game Evan liked to play with the newest wave of Expedition members, especially the young ones who were wide-eyed and not jaded to the way of space and stargates, who were in awe of the legends of John Sheppard and Rodney McKay. For some stupid reason (or perhaps because Evan, as the central hub of all knowledge on Atlantis, mundane or otherwise, could disseminate misinformation as well as he could gather it), all of the new kids who had crushes on Sheppard thought the best token of affection they could give him would be flowers that matched the color of his eyes.

So whenever they asked Evan what color his eyes were, he had a different answer. Welsh Country Slate. Moss Green. Peridot. Amber. Sienna. Umber. Aquamarine. Cerulean. Grey. Grey-blue. Grey-green. Hazel.

In Evan’s defense, Sheppard’s eyes were all those colors and more, depending on what light you caught him in.

Whenever one of McKay’s admirers came calling, though, Evan told them the truth: the best way to woo Rodney McKay was with food, and his most coveted, delicious treasure was Red Bean candy, the Japanese kind. See, McKay had a vicious allergy to anything citrus, so giving him lemon- or orange-flavored anything would be seen as a death threat.

What Evan didn’t tell any of the little science fangirls, what he let them figure out for themselves, that the only person on Atlantis with a hook up for those Red Bean candies (besides Evan himself) was Dr. Kusanagi. She’d taken judo in high school, and she’d defend her candy stash to the death. Evan soothed Kusanagi’s ruffled feathers after a week fending off would-be thieves by giving her the newest episodes of Bleach. McKay was irritated that so many people were giving Sheppard flowers (but of course no one could know why he was irritated), and Sheppard had several emergency command meetings with Weir and Carson about whether his vampire thrall was somehow out of control.

And Evan, he kept naming colors.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Mars Black

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Cadmium Red Hue

FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, sick!hurt/comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

It was just his luck that he got sick. He tried to play it off, in denial as he reminds himself that he was not sick, he was not sick! He was just worn down, exhausted from practice. Yeah, that was it—he was tired from long hours on the court and his body was sore from overstrain.

Of course, his Cadmium Red Hue cheeks gave him away, the skin flushed rosy red.

When the body aches started, Zero brushed it off. He is just stiff, sore. No worry at all. However, when the cough, a phlegmy, dry rattle in his chest came around, he still played the fool. He just had a tiny cold...No big deal; a glass of orange juice to flood his body with vitamin C, and he would be just fine and dandy.

When the sneezing came, and the scratchy throat and terrible, miserable session of icky sickness melts in his bones, he cannot deny the truth any longer. When the low fever hits, he crawls into bed and cuddles with Jude, stuffed up and coughing, and holding onto him, snuggling Jude like he is a teddy-bear.

“I love you,” he groans, miserable, cheeks flushed and his sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. He cuddles into Jude’s soft and warm embrace, and there’s a serene smile curling up on his lips when Jude brushes a gentle hand through his messy hair.

Jude kisses his forehead, wraps him in a blanket and gently rocks him in his arms. Closing his eyes to go to sleep, Zero snuggles against Jude, blissfully content as he drifts off into a realm of sweet dreams.

♥ END ♥

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Brilliant Purple

Fill: MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton - Brilliant Purple

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

"Clint?"

"Yeah?"

"I was not aware we had any plans that involved redecorating our bedroom."

Phil Coulson stepped inside said bedroom, which was currently empty, except for two buckets of paint, a bucket of water, a small ladder and Clint, who was looking at the now-purple walls. The floor was covered with newspapers and foil for protection, pieces by the walls white and purple from the drying paint. Clint was wearing an old black undershirt and sweats pants, both covered in white and purple spots.

"Well, a few months ago you had mentioned that we might have to repaint the walls sooner or later, and I decided to go for 'sooner.' I had some time off, Sam had helped me to get everything and, well, surprise!"

Only when Clint turned to look at him, Phil noticed that there were purple spots on the archer's forehead and on one cheek, and Phil smiled at the way Clint was looking at him, sheepish, but clearly proud of himself.

Phil really couldn't help walking up to him and pressing a kiss to Clint's lips, touching his paint-covered cheek gently. Clint leaned into the kiss briefly and Phil thought he might move closer, but after a while he moved away, but not before smiling at Phil.

"I'm all covered in paint. I don't want to mess up your suit," he explained as he put the paintbrush in the bucket and wiped his forehead with one hand. "So, what do you think?"

Honestly? Phil was still surprised by the unexpected change of the décor, but Clint had done a very good job on everything. Even if Phil was not an expert in renovations he could appreciate all the work and effort Clint had put into repainting the room.

"Is this some special tone of purple?"

"Oh, that's the best part!" Clint grinned as he raised the bucket of purple paint. "It's called Brilliant Purple. Can you believe that? It's pretty much awesome. Sam had found it earlier and... well, you see what had happened."

"You couldn't help yourself, huh?" Phil glanced at the walls again. "Where did you put the furniture?"

"Sam, Steve and Barnes had helped me to get everything to the living room. We'll probably have to sleep there for a day or two, until the paint dries off. I've never painted anything before, but I'm telling you, Phil, I already have a feeling it's going to look awesome."

"Do you have to do anything else today?"

"No, I don't think so," Clint looked around again and scratched the back of his neck. "Now we're supposed to let it dry off and don't touch anything."

"Okay, then. How do you feel about take out for supper?"

"Can we get pizza?"

"Sure," Phil smiled, but as they left the room Clint caught his hand. When Phil turned his head to look at the other man, he saw uncertainty in his eyes.

"You don't mind that I painted the bedroom, right?" Clint asked, squeezing Phil's hand gently. "I mean..."

"It's fine. As you said, I had mentioned that we'd have to repaint it at some point. Besides, I developed a soft spot for purple colors anyway. We'll just see if the color looks as... brilliant as the name suggests."

"You're awful, you know."

"Thank you. Come on, go take a shower and I'll order our food."

"Awesome."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Greek Myth, author's choice, Gold of Midas*



*I totally have this in my bedroom it is awesome

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Midnight Magic

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no Supernatural), author's choice, Endless Possibilities

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no Supernatural), author's choice, Warm Fuzzies*


I CANNOT BEIEVE THEY NAMED A COLOUR WARM FUZZIES THIS IS THE BEST THEME EVER

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, author's choice, Ode To Joy

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any scifi, any, space grey

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Blue Lagoon

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Lost Lake

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Muddy Puddle

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Sapphire Salute