5 plus 1 Thursday
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withasmile87 and I'm your guest host this week. Today's theme is one of my personal favorites. 5 plus 1. Your prompts can be anything as long as they follow the 5 plus one format or even just a list of five things.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.
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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, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, The five times she saw him naked and the one time he saw her naked.
+ RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Five private kisses and one not so private kiss
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Five things Steve learned from Darcy and one he didn't.We use 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.
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Date: 2016-09-01 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-01 05:17 am (UTC)FILL
Date: 2016-09-01 07:10 pm (UTC)The first time it happened, they were having one of their spirited wrestling matches. Harry managed to pin Louis on the couch, and he suddenly stopped laughing. He lowered his head down and kissed Louis on the mouth. When he broke away, a stunned Louis asked, did you mean that? Harry nodded and blushed.
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Louis could get pretty rowdy when drunk, and one night he came home with a split lip and a black eye. Harry cleaned him up and kissed him on the good side of his mouth and told him what an idiot he was.
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At a party at some music mogul’s house, they slipped into the master bath and finally put their hands on each other the way they’d been longing to all evening. The kisses were urgent and sloppy, and Louis tasted like cigarettes, but it made Harry dizzy in the best possible way.
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Decorating their flat for Christmas holidays, it seemed every time Louis turned around, Harry was hanging up another spray of mistletoe. He must have bought a crate of the stuff. Finally, Louis laughed and told Harry it was too much. No such thing as too much, Harry said, pulling Louis under a sprig and into a kiss.
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When Harry fell ill with the worst flu he could remember, and was convinced he was on his last days, Louis made chicken soup from scratch, sat with Harry while he tried to keep it down, cleaned it up when Harry couldn’t, and held him until Harry drifted off into a fevered sleep, whispering I love you as he kissed Harry’s forehead.
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The final concert of their tour, after the last encore, emotions were running high. There were group hugs and laughing and maybe even a few tears. The thunder of cheering pounded Harry’s ears, and he felt like he was in love with the entire world. He looked over at Louis, grinning wide. Louis smiled back and mouthed now or never. Harry didn’t understand until Louis walked over to him, took him into his arms, and kissed him in front of thousands of screaming fans. The noise of the audience swelled to a few decibels over deafening, but somehow Harry could still hear the elated beating of his heart.
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Date: 2016-09-01 05:25 am (UTC)Fill!
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Date: 2016-09-01 06:31 am (UTC)Not a fill yet
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Date: 2016-09-01 11:03 am (UTC)Fill 1/3 (+ SGA)
Date: 2016-09-02 01:04 am (UTC)Tony knew Evan from outside of work, that much was obvious. Jethro couldn’t figure out why Tony and Evan hadn’t told anyone about their knowing each other, since Evan was proving himself a sharp investigator, an efficient and useful team member. When Jack O’Neill had called Jethro and called in a favor after that thing during the Gulf War that they never quite mentioned because it never officially happened, Jethro asked Jack, very seriously, if this Chair Force major of his was going to be the worst third wheel ever. Jack had made grumbly noises and finally said, The kid’s grown up. He’ll pull his weight.
And Jack was right. Evan brought Jethro his favorite coffee, his crime scene sketches were miles better than Tony’s and even better than Kate’s, though Jethro would never say so aloud. That Jethro needed his coffee the way some people needed air, Evan could have learned from Jack. There were a hundred things about Jethro that Evan knew too quickly, too perfectly to have picked up on his own, that he could have picked up from Jack. But bringing a Caf-Pow for Abby, or holding his own against Ziva, or occasionally pranking McGee - Evan had to have learned that from Tony.
Jethro watched Tony and Evan, and he could see where Evan had softened some of Tony’s rougher edges, his more impolitic side. Jethro thought he could see, too, where Tony had influenced Evan, his sarcasm and his quick humor, his quick uptake on a pun to be made.
Jethro was pretty sure Ziva was aware of their friendship, but McGee, Abby, and Ducky were not.
There was nothing wrong with that friendship, nothing suspicious at all. Until the first time Evan brought homemade chocolate chip cookies to the office. He had made enough that everyone got a generous share, including Director Shepard. Jethro bit into one of the soft, gooey cookies. Sweetness exploded across his tongue, and he knew.
Evan had sent cookies to Tony before, with bread in the package to keep them from drying out. Tony had reflexively refused to share said cookies, and Ziva had joked that they were from Tony’s sweetheart, and Tony hadn’t denied it, hadn’t had a chance to, because then Abby had wheedled cookies out of him and he shared, grudgingly.
Just like that, Jethro knew Tony’s secret. Evan and Tony told it, with shared glances, with the way one of them would start a movie quote and the other would finish it, the way they shared jokes.
Jethro wanted to hate Evan, wanted to punish Tony, because there were rules, but Jethro had to obey his own rules, and he wouldn’t tell anyone his secret, ever, and he’d make sure Tony never figured it out.
Rule Number Six: Never say you’re sorry. It’s a sign of weakness.
“I’m sorry, Boss.” Evan stood before Jethro’s desk, hands clasped behind his back, posture textbook Air Force perfect.
Jethro fixed him with a look. “What are you apologizing for, Lorne?”
“For letting the suspect - get away.” Evan swallowed and lowered his gaze.
“Not the suspect,” Jethro said, “the perpetrator. And you didn’t let him get away. It was suicide by cop.” Surely Lorne had taken a life in the line of duty before. Jethro didn’t know what Jack was up to these days, but he’d looked at Lorne’s service jacket, which, while heavily redacted, did indicate he’d been receiving combat pay and hazard pay wherever he was posted.
“Do you need to talk to someone?” Jethro asked.
Evan lifted his head. “No, Boss.” He’d talk to Tony, though. Jethro knew that. “It’s just - different. When they’re -” He cut himself off.
When they’re what? Jethro wondered. American?
“I’m sorry,” Evan said again. “I’m wasting your time. I’ll go. Get back to work.” But he paused by Tony’s desk on the way back to his own - to Kate’s - and Jethro thought a real apology would be the two of them not breaking Rule Twelve left and right and right under Jethro’s nose.
A couple of hours later, Tony and Evan headed for the elevator, and Jethro heard Tony say to Evan, softly, “I’m sorry.”
The elevator door slid closed, but Jethro was pretty sure he saw Tony reach for Evan’s hand.
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Date: 2016-09-01 11:05 am (UTC)Fill 1/3: + NCIS (and maybe not as cool as we would hope)
Date: 2016-09-01 09:20 pm (UTC)The first time Gibbs let him lead an interrogation, he was terrified. So he listened closely, worded his questions carefully, and prayed he didn’t screw this up.
The suspect was blonde, curvaceous, and had lush, thick eyelashes, a pouty red mouth. Everyone on the team, Ziva included, had looked at her twice.
Evan refused to be moved by her looks, though, because he was pretty sure she’d murdered Petty Officer Jenkins.
“So you happened across the body?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, eyes wide, expression earnest. She even faked up a sniffle and some tears for good effect. “I was coming to return the laundry basket I’d borrowed and I pushed open the door and there he was, lying facedown in a pool of his own blood. I could see the knife sticking out of his back, and I just - screamed.”
Evan thought back to the crime scene photos Tony had taken, to his own sketches. “What happened after that?”
“I tripped and fell over - over Mark’s shoes,” the suspect continued. “And I kept screaming, and finally one of the other neighbors came to help.”
The victim’s shoes hadn’t been anywhere near the body. Evan had strongly suspected items had been moved around. All of the shoes had been on the shoe rack near the door. This woman had had enough time with the body to rearrange items in the house.
“Thank you,” Evan said.
The woman actually batted her eyelashes at him. “Can I go now, Agent Lorne?”
“Let me check with the other agents, see if they have any questions.” Evan smiled politely and ducked out of the room.
“Damn,” Tony said. “And she had the best motive.”
“She did it,” Evan said.
Gibbs raised his eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”
“She said she tripped over the victim’s shoes,” Evan said. “The shoes were nowhere near the body. They were all on the shoe rack. If she tripped over his shoes, that means she had time with the body to rearrange the crime scene.”
Gibbs smiled, a brief gleam of teeth, and said, “Arrest her, Major Lorne.”
Evan nodded and stepped back into the interrogation room.
2. Evan was pretty sure Gibbs was punishing him, sending him into a strip joint with McGee to interview witnesses. McGee, who was by no means a blushing virgin, was also not Tony, and he looked very nervous when they showed up at the stage door where a giant who, naturally, answered to Tiny was standing guard. There was a reason Gibbs hadn’t sent Tony, because Tony would have been highly distractible in such an environment. Ziva might have set the dancers at ease. But no, Gibbs had sent Evan with McGee.
“Whatchoo want?” Tiny demanded.
McGee fumbled his badge. “Agent McGee, NCIS. This is Lorne, our - probationary agent. We need to speak to some of the dancers.”
“No one gets past me without the boss’s say-so,” Tiny growled. “Boss doesn’t trust you boys with the dancers.”
McGee emitted a tiny squeak.
Gibbs wouldn’t be impressed with their inability to get past a surly bouncer.
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Date: 2016-09-01 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-01 11:08 am (UTC)Fill: surprise pairing!
Date: 2016-09-02 01:15 am (UTC)2. Teyla Emmagan. She reminds him of the men he fought with, a brave warrior, a calm leader, a steady friend.
3. John Sheppard. He reminds Ronon of his grandfather, never seeking praise or fame, just seeking to do what was right, however strange or wild his methods.
4. Carson Beckett. His accent buzzes pleasantly in Ronon's ear, and he freed Ronon from the Wraith. Ronon will like him forever.
5. Rodney McKay. For a man who whines incessantly and always assumes he's the smartest in the room, he's brave. He's no soldier, but he throws himself into peril where many others with his lack of training would not.
1. Miko Kusanagi. She's earnest and wide-eyed, and she shares her red bean candy with him without question. She loves his poetry and reads him hers. She draws and he paints. She fits perfectly in his arms when they curl up to sleep at night. Her kisses are soft and sweet. And she can kick a Marine's ass with nothing but a cafeteria tray to her name.
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