Wednesday fun with: Holidays

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m prisca1960 and today is my third day of guest hosting. The theme today is Holidays. Have fun at the beach, enjoy a rainy day together with someone you love, make a cruise, meet some long missed relatives at a big family reunion ...

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.
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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 examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The walking dead - Daryl Dixon & Beth Green - A summer day at a lonely lake
+ Person of Interest - John Reese, Root - 'Holidays always ends awful.'
+ Supernatural - any, any - celebrating pagan holidays

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[tigriswolf]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, celebrating a birthday on Christmas Eve

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, "What I did on my summer vacation..."

FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran/Adrian, fluff/boyfriends

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

The summer day is hot and the sky is pretty blue with a big sun shining brightly. In a cute little coffee shop on the corner of happy and joyful, surrounded by people and laughter and the sweet heavenly aroma of caffeine and cake, two men share a loving kiss.

People don’t sneers in disgusts or calls the lover’s hurtful names, but instead go on about their day as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Because in this world, their own little paradise away from society, gay love is accepted, the norm, and the two men can smile and presses tender kisses all over each other's faces, on freckled cheeks and soft lips, and all is right and good and perfect in the world because love is beautiful.

“I love you,” Deran whispers softly, his lips brushing tenderly over Adrian’s as they lean in close to share the same breath. “I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You’re my heart and soul.”

Adrian’s blushes, his heart is skipping beats in his chest and a few tears of joy are damping his beautiful eyes. “I love you, Deran; I love you with all my heart.” He leans in, kissing Deran tenderly as he smiles brightly.
Later in the day, when they are alone and their hearts are beating with lust and love, Adrian feels high as a kite. Heroin. Ecstasy. Weed. Whisky. All those remedies do not compare to his drug of choice; Deran.

Everything about his boyfriend makes him feel good, gives him a pleasant buzz. The way Deran comes strolling into the house, cocky swagger in his steps, bad boy stubble pricking on his jaw and lips sweet, smelling like cigarettes and booze. The pure sight and aroma draws Adrian in like a moth to a flame.

When they kiss, he feels sparks lighting him up, and he wishes they could stay like this forever, lost in his favorite drug of choice, his beautiful soulmate, Deran--his own personal brand of heroin.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, "I'm on holiday; if you need help, contact [name]."

Fill: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG-1, Gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jack stared at the email chain and sighed. Daniel, reading over his shoulder, laughed. The IOA was going to freak out.

To: oneill.jj@sgc.usaf.gov
From: woolsey.r@atlantis.ioa.gov
Re: Out of Office Re: Atlantis Expedition Wave 6

I will be out of the office from July 1 to July 16. If this is a civilian emergency, please contact Teyla Emmagan at emmagan.t@atlantis.ioa.gov. If this is a military emergency, please contact Lt-Col. John Sheppard at sheppard.jp@atlantis.ioa.gov. If this is a scientific emergency, please contact Dr. Rodney McKay at mckay.mr@atlantis.ioa.gov.

> I am on baby-having time off leave. Apologies for poor typing English. :( Contact Ronon: dex.r@atlantis.ioa.gov. Have nice day :)

>> I am injured or dead. Call help. - Ronon

> On vacation. My 2IC is Maj. Evan Lorne, lorne.eb@atlantis.ioa.gov

>> I apologize, but I am unavailable, either due to capture/kidnap, injury, death, or vacation. If I have been kidnapped or captured, please check with the highest-ranking base officers and officials to determine retrieval, if any. If I am injured and this is not an emergency, I will respond as soon as the Chief Medical Officer deems appropriate. If I am dead, please tell my family I love them. If I am on vacation and this is not an emergency, I will respond to this message in the order in which it was received. If this emergency is restricted to the Atlantis base, contact the highest-ranking base officers and officials to ensure Protocol F has been implemented. If this is a planetary, interplanetary, galactic, intergalactic, or universal incident contact the SGC immediately.

> I am out of the office until further notice. If this is an emergency, contact the least-incompetent scientist in the Atlantis Science Division. You can determine who the least-incompetent scientist is at any given time by referring to the Competency Ranking System, located here. Otherwise, I will respond when I care to. ~ MRM

>> Apologies. On vacation. Miko Kusanagi (kusanagi.m@atlantis.ioa.gov) for emergencies. - Radek Zelenka

>>> Have you looked at the proposed roster for Wave 6?

"Is no one on Atlantis working right now?" Jack demanded. "How could they send all of the ranking officers and officials and their seconds on vacation at the same time?"

Overhead, sirens wailed, and Walter announced, "Unscheduled off-world activation."

Jack and Daniel trundled into the control room, where Walter was frowning at his monitor.

"Receiving incoming transmission."

"Open a channel," Jack said. Of course this would happen while Landry was on vacation too.

"This is Bonewhite, known to the humans as Kenny, leader of the United Wraith Front. We have captured the City of Atlantis and are on our way to your planet."

"So," Daniel said, "we might need to rethink the definition of 'vacation'."

Jack leaned in and said, "Has Protocol F been implemented?"

"What?" Kenny sounded puzzled for about two seconds before gunfire exploded in the background of his transmission and it cut out.

"Round up the marines," Jack said, "and let's go shoot some aliens."

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos + author's choice, watching holy days become holidays

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, "Jesus wasn't even born in December!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, going on a cruise

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Campaign (podcast), Bacta/Tryst Valentine, taking a break and going to a pleasure planet

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, any, Life Day

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Lisa Snart, thanks to his superspeed he can take them on holiday anywhere

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Teen Titans (comics), Cassie Sandsmark/Tim Drake/Conner Kent, What time is it? Summertime!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, "Well I'll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. You're gonna have fun, and I'm gonna have fun... We're all gonna have so much fucking fun we're gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles!"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye."

Not a fill

[aivix.livejournal.com]

That movie is my father's favorite of all time and all I can think of now is John and company out on the balcony singing Star Spangled Banner while some sort of fiery ancient tech flies overhead.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, a trip to the mainland for some R&R doesn't turn out like they expected

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett. Wing AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

(The plan, honestly, had been for a good meal, a little drinking, some fireworks, and then retiring to their tents: an evening of team-bonding to celebrate having not been fried by a solar flare, quiet, relaxing.

It had not worked out that way.)

They trudged into Medical straight from the Jumper Bay, and Carson muttered, “What the bloody hell...” as he grabbed Jennifer and a handful of nurses to start triaging them.

Rodney scowled, jutted his chin in John's direction—his left arm in a sling and the right splinted—and said, “Ask him.”

All eyes abruptly went to John, who flushed red and reached back to rub his neck with one hand. His right leg was wrapped from knee to ankle in a bandage, so moving his arm threw him just enough off-balance that he started to stumble and only once he was safely seated did he admit, “I might have misjudged a few things.”

“Misjudged?” Rodney snapped back.

“The rock slide was not my fault!”

“Yes, because millennia old rock formations just fall apart without provocation. It had nothing to do with the fireworks you brought.”

John looked to his left; he tried to plead with Lorne silently, but he shrugged in reply and tilted his head so Keller could begin stitching his head wound. Similar responses came from Teyla, Ronon, and Radek, all of whom had come along for an evening away from the city.

Carson, however, came to his rescue, saying, “I swear, if trouble is to be found, you lot find it.” He shook his head fondly at them. “Besides the leg, where else are you injured?”

“My pride.”

“John.”

Seeing John mentally start working out an evasive maneuver, Rodney spoke up; even though he was still pretty pissed, there was no way he was letting his boyfriend go without medical attention. “I'm pretty sure one of his wings got clipped by the tree when it came down,” he told Carson, “and he hit his head when the Jumper rolled.”

“Rock slide, tree falling, Jumper rolled,” Carson listed, “Was there an earthquake I didn't feel?”

“Please don't get him started again,” John begged.

A package of bandaging material bounced off his cheek.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, first holiday spent together is all about trying to mesh different traditions

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, All I want for Christmas ...

Ooh, Idea!!

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

I'll be back with a fill.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, What happens under the mistletoe stays under the mistletoe

LOL, Oh wow... Ideas.

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

I have a plot bunny.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, sunkissed skin

Fill: The Sentinel, Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Jim had a few expectations for their first real vacation together. Sex, for one. Lots and lots of sex, and since they were traveling across the country it was reasonable to expect that they wouldn’t have to worry about any interruptions from well-meaning friends, or Simon calling them in on a case that just couldn’t wait.

Also, he was looking forward to soaking in a lot of sun. Cascade was his home, and he loved the Pacific Northwest, but there was a lot to be said for having more sunny days than rainy ones. And maybe Blair could stop complaining about being cold, just for a week.

What Jim had not been prepared for, however, was an over-abundance of half-naked Blair. His partner was normally wrapped up in layers, flannel and Henley and cotton. Outside of sex, Blair wasn’t the kind of guy to parade around with his shirt off. But there he was, hanging out in just a pair of swim trunks, and after only a couple of days out in the sun, his skin was already taking on a sun-kissed glow that Jim found unexpectedly appealing.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one appreciating the view.

“Will you stop glaring, already?” Blair said, exasperated. “No-one’s looking at me.”

“They’re all looking at you, Sandburg,” Jim grumbled. And why wouldn’t they? His curly hair was pulled back into a messy man-bun, and the way the swim trunks were hanging off his hips was almost obscene.

“Well, I’m only looking at you.” Blair tugged Jim’s head down and kissed him, his lips warm, his mouth hot. Right there by the pool, with everyone watching.

Jim wasn’t used to public displays of affection. Back home they kept it professional on the job, and even during their off-hours the PDAs were minimal when they were out in public. But here in Key West, safe within the confines of a gay-friendly hotel, he could kiss Blair with abandon and not have to worry about being judged for it. He still tensed up every time, though – old habits were hard to break – and he worried a little about what might happen when they went home again, after getting used to being publically affectionate.

Blair pulled back, a grin on his face. “See? Nothing to worry about. You want to take a few laps around the pool with me?”

Jim tugged him close again, let his hands rest on Blair’s ass. “I can think of laps I’d like to take somewhere else,” he murmured, and licked his lips for emphasis.

Blair didn’t need any convincing, not the way his eyes darkened or how he became almost instantly hard against Jim’s thigh. Oh, yeah. Lots and lots of sex.

They made it back to their room without breaking any indecency laws, and Jim spent some quality time worshipping every square inch of Blair’s sun-kissed skin. Before his brain completely short-circuited, he made a mental note to book a room for next year. They were definitely coming back.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Numb3rs, Evan Lorne+/Charlie Eppes, Evan surprises Charlie on his weekend off during summer

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Charles," Larry said, "I've been instructed to inform you that there's a present for you in your office."

Charlie didn't respond, scrawling away at one of the chalkboards.

Amita still felt a bit like a kid at the grown-up table, hanging around Larry and Charlie - and their surprising cadre of FBI friends - but she had a role to fill. So she reached out and tugged away Charlie's headphones.

"Charlie," she said. "Package for you. In your office."

Charlie blinked, like he was coming out of a daze. "What? I don't remember ordering anything."

"Not a package," Larry said, something unreadable in his expression. "A present."

Charlie's brow furrowed. "A present? It's not my birthday."

"You'd best go see it." Larry beckoned.

Charlie set aside his chalk, let his headphones rest on his shoulders, and drifted toward the door.

"It's not ticking, is it?" Amita grinned and tagged along. The secret lives of mathematicians and scientists. Her sister kept telling her she ought to write a book.

"No, definitely not ticking," Larry said, something like amusement glinting in his gaze.

Charlie was muttering to himself, likely listing off every birthday or important gift-worthy occasion he could think of, and rounded the corner into his office.

And stepped dead.

Leaning against his desk was a fine, fine specimen of a man. Amita looked him up and down appreciatively. Dimpled smile, blue eyes, broad shoulders, great chest underneath that tight t-shirt, muscular thighs.

Yeah, if he'd showed up in Amita's office, she'd have thought he was a present too.

And then she looked at Charlie, and the way his lips parted with awe, the way his eyes went wide and his gaze went soft.

"Evan."

"Hey."

"You - you're here."

"Annual leave," Evan said, straightening up. He flicked his gaze over Larry and Amita, wary.

"Only annual?" Charlie stepped closer to him, looking him up and down like he couldn't believe he was real.

"New post is - remote."

Was Evan an FBI agent too? Because Amita could totally see that, with his neat hair and physical poise. Like Charlie's brother.

"How long are you here for?" Charlie asked.

Evan sighed. "They only give us two weeks."

"Two weeks? That's criminal."

Evan shrugged. "I follow orders. But hey, it's two weeks during which I have zero obligations, other than to occasionally let my mother know I'm alive. How about I take you to lunch?"

"Lunch?" Charlie echoed. "I just had breakfast." He stared at his watch, betrayed.

Evan smiled, gentle and indulgent, like he was all too familiar with Charlie's absent-minded ways. "And now you probably need lunch. Genius burns extra calories, or so I hear."

Charlie's rumbling stomach forestalled any protests he might have made. "Yeah. Lunch. What are you in the mood for?"

"Heavens, anything. We ran out of real bacon like six months ago. I think one time I might have been willing to kill for a burger. And ice cream. I've missed ice cream." Evan's expression turned dreamy for a moment.

Charlie frowned at him. "Where are you posted, exactly?"

Evan's expression turned apologetic. "That's classified." He smiled at Amita and Larry. "I'm Evan Lorne, by the way."

"Evan? As in...art major Evan?" Larry echoed, but he shook Evan's hand.

Charlie had never mentioned him once, at least, not to Amita.

"Actually, Geophysics Major, Art Minor Evan," he said, "but Charlie really only remembers that art class we took together."

"Damn gen ed requirements," Charlie muttered. He roused himself to be sociable. "Evan, this is Amita Ramanujan, one of my grad students."

Amita shook Evan's hand. Up close, he had lovely blue eyes.

"Hope Charlie's not running you into the ground too much," Evan said. "Would you like to join us for lunch?"

Amita wanted to say yes, because she was so curious about who Charlie would even date, but Larry said, "You kids go have your fun. Come on, Amita. There's something I want to show you."

"It was nice meeting you," Amita said, and let Larry drag her out of the room in a pretty transparent effort to give Charlie and Evan time alone.

She still heard Evan said, "Stars, I've missed you," and when she glanced over her shoulder, she saw Charlie lean in for a kiss.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, the first kiss of the New Year

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton (+Lucky), National Pizza Day (February 9)

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Sam Wilson, Sam accidentally ends up going with Phil and Clint on holiday trip

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wanda Maximoff/Maria Hill, neither of them celebrate Valentine's day, but being able to spend the day together was still nice

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Because it's summer and the memories are just waiting to happen

FILL: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fluff/summer love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Loving Dean is all Sam has ever known. Love is gazing into his twinkling green eyes and seeing adoration smiling back at him, his heart swarming with dozens of butterflies that fill his body with tingling happiness. Love is the way Dean hugs him—a big bear hug filled with devotion and kindness that makes a big, bright joyful grin crosses Sam’s soft lips.

Love is Dean giving up the last piece of pie to Sam simply to see Sam smirk as he savors the yummy treat. Love is the summer days spent on the sandy beach, kicking back with an ice cold beer before they hit the waves surfing, rolling with the motion of the ocean.

Love is the nights when they cuddle in bed; Dean is so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open, stubbing on wobbly legs over to the bed where he flops down with a soft huff, his aching body melting into the soft, and fluffy cotton sheets. Sam laughs from somewhere behind him, tugging off his flannel shirt and shoes and tossing them aside before climbing into bed beside his brother.

After a day of play on the beach, surfing and sunning and tossing around the football, it is time to lay their weary heads to rest. Sam slides up close to Dean in bed, he curls up with him and lays his head on his chest.

Dean smiles fondly and pulls Sam even closer; keeping him nestles into the crook of his arm. Sam breath in, exhales slowly, and closes his eyes, melting into his big brother’s loving embrace.

Dean begins humming softly, a lullaby that has Sam easily slipping off into the dream world, but before he goes, he kisses Dean’s sweet lips and tenderly whispers “I love you.”

Love is that hot summer night when Dean Smiles, carefree and joyful, as Sam sleeps peacefully in his arms, and whispers those three little kind hearted words as he holds Sam close to him and kisses his soft lips.

Come morning, a soft tug on his wild, messy hair brings Sam back from the dream world. He does not wish to leave, he was having very good dreams, but he can hear Dean’s soft voice calling to him. Sleepy eyes blink softly, feather light eyelashes shimmering golden in the early morning sunlight. A lazily smiles twinkles on his pink lips as Dean reaches out to stroke his back.

Sam groans light as the warm hand caress his sun kissed skin, Dean’s fingertips massaging against his muscles soft and soothing. Dean leans in and kisses his lips sweetly, making a blush warm Sam’s cheek. He rolls a little closer, twisting his body towards the man he loves to seek out more kisses. They lay face to face as dawns early light warms their skin, nuzzling against each other and sharing happy smiles on a calm relaxing summer morning.

Sam smiles up at his brother, a big, sweet, cute dimpled grin; cuddled up together, he basks in the kisses and soft touches Dean gives him, unable to stop smiling like a fool in love as his heart skips a beat in his chest.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, having to work through the holiday

Fill - Star Trek AOS [G]

[morethanmending.livejournal.com]

Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Ben Sulu, Demora Sulu
Fic Contains: angst

Summary: A change of plans means one less stocking to hang at the Sulu household.

---

The Christmas tree glowed faintly in the living room, lights casting warm shadows across the walls. Demora stared at it from her spot in the hall.

"But isn't there something-"

"I tried."

"Did you?"

"Of course I did! They didn't go for it. Why would they? It's not like any of them get to go home either."

Demora stood still and quiet, back leaned against the closed door and teddy held snug against her chest. Her nightgown nearly touched the floor, little yellow ruffles brushing over bare toes. She ducked her head and buried her nose in her teddy's fur.

"Ben…"

Leather squeaked as Papa shifted in his seat. Demora could picture him rubbing a hand over his face, white light from his desk lamp turning his skin pale, ghostly. He sighed. "What do you want me to tell Dee?"

There was a pause. Demora hugged her teddy tighter.

"I can tell her," Daddy said, voice soft. Sad.

Demora pet her bear, shoulders curling protectively around it. She hated when Daddy sounded sad. Christmas was supposed to be a happy time.

"She won't understand," Papa was saying, and Daddy sighed. "You've always made it back. We've never done this without you."

"I can still call-"

"If you're within range," Papa said, tone turning angry, "and there's no guarantee of that."

"You knew this was a possibility," Daddy said, louder.

"So did you and you still went!"

Demora crouched low to the ground, teddy hidden in her lap. Tears sprang to her eyes. She didn't like listening to her fathers argue.

Christmas was supposed to be a happy time.

Silence settled across the little house. Demora wiped her face on her sleeve and twisted to stare at the tree, lights twinkling. It didn't feel right, suddenly, to see them shining so merrily.

"I'm sorry," Papa said.

Daddy didn't say anything.

Demora wished he would speak. The quiet was like a heavy blanket, suffocating her.

"I should go," Daddy said eventually, words so soft Demora almost didn't catch them.

"Hikaru," Papa said.

"I'll call tomorrow."

Papa paused, but seemed to relent after a moment. "Okay."

"Give Dee my love."

Demora's lips trembled and she hid her face against her teddy's belly.

"I will," Papa said.

Demora didn't want to hear any more. She wished she hadn't heard even this much, wished she hadn't gotten up to look at the tree one more time, wished she hadn't convinced Papa to leave the lights on, just in case.

Pushing herself to her feet, she moved quietly into the living room, to the coffee table and the PADD that sat atop it.

She tapped the screen, once. The lights extinguished themselves.

Turning, Demora headed back to her room, teddy hanging limp from her hand.

---

End.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf Harry styles/ zayn malik, there families take summer vacations in the same place and they fall in love