Dydd Llun: "Title Me"
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Today's theme is Title Me!. Your prompt can be anything, for any fandom, but whatever prompt you provide should be considered the title for the fill.
The rules remain the same:
evil_little_dog, and I'll be your host this week for comment_fic. I hope you have a good time with the themes!Today's theme is Title Me!. Your prompt can be anything, for any fandom, but whatever prompt you provide should be considered the title for the fill.
The rules remain the same:
- No more than five prompts in a row
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom
- No spoilers in prompts
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please format your prompts in the following manner:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling:
The Librarians, Any+Any (or ensemble), Area 51
Supergirl, Kara Danvers+Any, Does This Cape Make Me Look Fat?
Lucifer (tv), Lucifer Morningstar+/Chloe Decker, Sympathy for the Detective
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Date: 2016-10-17 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 09:54 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-10-18 09:45 pm (UTC)He even gets to stand beside Caitlin, rest his hand on the small of her back and Iris doesn't respond by shooting daggers in their direction.
For the briefest of moments, Joe lets himself think that everything is going to be all right.
Then he finds himself in the kitchen with Caitlin. She's bringing in some plates to the dishwasher, he's sneaked in after her to steal a moment together. He slips his arms around her waist from behind, presses a kiss to the side of her head and it strikes him then how long it's been since they've had a chance to do this.
"I've missed you," he murmurs against her hair and even though she smiles, he can feel her stiffen.
"It's been crazy lately," is all she says and he takes a step back, turns her in his arms and he looks at her, really looks at her.
"Are you ok?"
Because there's something in her eyes, something in her face that tells him she's not. He's a cop and she's got a lousy poker face so it's not a hard get.
But she smiles, shakes her head. "I'm fine," she tells him, rising up on tiptoes and brushing her lips across his.
He thinks she intends it to be a quick kiss but he was telling the truth about missing her and he pulls her close, deepens the kiss.
She responds, but it's different somehow.
He pulls away, narrows his eyes. "Caitlin?"
When she bites her lip, a chill runs down his spine. It takes him longer than it should to realise that it's not metaphorical.
"Caitlin?"
She steps back and withdraws her hands from around his waist. Cold mist billows from them and he sucks in a sharp breath.
"There's something I need to tell you," she says and, for the first time in weeks, it's the truth.
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Date: 2016-10-17 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 09:56 am (UTC)Fill: Sense8 drabble, Lito/Hernando
Date: 2016-10-18 01:06 am (UTC)“Snacktime!” Hernando announces far too cheerfully as he enters and presses a plate into his lover's hands.
Lito plucks up the tiny round piece of food with his fingers, eyes wide with fascination, and coos, “aww, it's a perfect little pancake...”
“You're a perfect little pancake,” Hernando retorts affectionately, “you drunken idiot.” He takes the food, ignoring the sticky syrup coating both their fingers, and presses it into Lito's mouth.
Lito sucks his fingers lasciviously, and Hernando takes the hint.
RE: Fill: Sense8 drabble, Lito/Hernando
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Date: 2016-10-17 09:57 am (UTC)Minifill: Doctor Who, Amy Pond/Clara Oswald, The Difference Between Guys and Girls
Date: 2016-10-17 06:18 pm (UTC)"I know."
"That.took.hours," she said, lazily glancing at the alarm clock.
"One of the wonderful differences with girls!" Clara said cheerfully, a wonderfully smug smile on her face. "We don't chase orgasms-we chase the experience. Hours of experience."
"I should have tried this sooner."
"Yes," Clara agreed, dipping her head to scatter kisses over the redhead's collarbone. "I quite agree."
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Date: 2016-10-17 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 10:08 pm (UTC)“What do you mean break into Area 51?” Baird asked.
He explained the clippings he read and the research he'd done leading to his conclusion. Normally he'd just smile at the fact they had to break into a government facility but the concern he saw on everyone else's face had him a little bit worried too. This wasn't going to be easy and for once he'd let Baird try and figure out how to do this one since the military was her expertise and his usual techniques wouldn't work.
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Date: 2016-10-17 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 04:27 pm (UTC)Spike watched Drusilla fussing with her latest acquisition, carefully arranging the corn silk blonde hair just so.
"She needs a new dress though. This one is spoilt. Blue I think, to match her pretty eyes. And she needs a little sister."
He put his hand on her shoulder. "Dru, princess, folks will start noticing when all their little ones go missing."
Drusilla put on her best pout and stood up to face him. "But Spike, she's lonely. The others aren't kind to her. They whisper behind her back." She gestured at several other 'dollies' arrayed around the room. "And a girl needs her sisters." She caressed the side of Spike's face. "You don't want her to be lonely and sad, do you?"
Spike sighed. Drusilla with too much time on her hands was 'a danger to herself and others'. But then smiled at her. "Very well then princess, a baby sister she shall have. And a blue dress."
Dru smiled and turned around. "Did you hear that my sweetling? Mummy and Daddy will take care of you always."
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Date: 2016-10-17 11:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-25 03:29 am (UTC)As he sat at the picnic table, reading through the newspaper, his sons ran around the grassy area. Sam was determinedly chasing Dean and his high-pitched laughter trailed after both boys. If circumstances had been different the boys would have been able to play in a park with other children their age and regularly attend school, but John had made the decision that wasn’t for his boys.
So he embraced these moments when he was able to give his sons a chance to be normal little boys. The sounds of their sweet, innocent giggle providing a background to his hunting research made it all worthwhile.
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Date: 2016-10-17 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 02:07 pm (UTC)Fill, Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar
Date: 2016-10-18 01:03 am (UTC)That's how the stories begin, right? Well, that and, "In the Beginning" but we all know how that one goes. Let's try something a little different, shall we?
So, once upon a time, there was a son. He was one of many but he was also different. A beautiful son, a dutiful son. When his father asked him to do something, something so distasteful he could not - would not - ask any of his other sons or daughters to do for him, the beautiful, dutiful son agreed, even if it seemed like a rather horrid task.
Disappointing, the son went to do his father's duty. It was a difficult one. It involved being a jailer of all the worst sorts of people. It involved demons. It involved hate and rage and after a few eons being a jailer, the son grew bored. Wondered if perhaps his father had thrown him down to keep him under his thumb. Wondered if his father thought the son might rebel.
And then the son did. Left his job, went to a whole new world. Joined people. Learned to enjoy himself again.
If you haven't guessed, I am that son. And no, I'm not at all the man I used to be.
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Date: 2016-10-17 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-17 02:52 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, of once and no more
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Date: 2016-10-17 02:52 pm (UTC)any fandom with vampires, author's choice, holding the summer sun
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Date: 2016-10-17 02:53 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, remember me when I am gone away
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Date: 2016-10-17 02:53 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, ending in endless light
Re: Mini fill; M/m, true love
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Date: 2016-10-17 02:54 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, your death sits in that cage (and hears you)
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Date: 2016-10-17 04:04 pm (UTC)Bucky/Steve
Date: 2020-03-08 08:56 pm (UTC)1926
Bucky had orders to go to the store and fetch some medicine for his mother. He was certainly expected to go straight there and back, not make any side stops. But when he heard the thumping sounds coming from the alley, he immediately made a detour.
He recognized the blond boy immediately. Or at least he recognized that the boy lived in his building. Although he didn’t know the names of the two bigger boys, they were clearly beating up on the other one. “Oi!” he yelled, “Pick on someone your own size.”
The boys turned around and grinned at the sight of the new mark. Bucky took a moment to size both of them up before stepping into the fray. A few short minutes later, the boys were running away, yelling curses and threats back at Bucky.
Bucky turned his attention to the blond on the ground, trying to remember his name. Shrugging off the issue, Bucky held his hand out to the blond. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”
The boy brushed off his hand before struggling to his feet. “I coulda taken them!”
“Sure, kid,” Bucky returned with a grin. “I just thought you might like a hand.”
The boy…Steve…that was right, glared up at Bucky. “Next time just leave me alone.”
Bucky shrugged, although he could feel a low-level annoyance start to simmer. “Whatever. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“I don’t need an escort.”
“Fine. I’ll walk in the same direction as you since we live in the same building.”
Steve eyed him suspiciously, but decided Bucky was to be trusted. “Fine.”
1935
Bucky kicked the wall once he got to the bottom of the steps. Steve could be so annoying. The older boy couldn’t believe Steve was being so stubborn. Bucky might have been joking about Steve sleeping on the floor, but there was no reason the boys couldn’t help each other out.
But Steve had always been trouble… and yet Bucky loved him. He’d figure out a way to help.
1942
“I just don’t see how you could enlist, knowing how much I want to go!” Steve almost yelled.
“Could ya keep your voice down?” Bucky asked. He didn’t want the neighbors to be awaken by a row.
Steve threw his arms up in the air, waving them around as he tried to articulate his annoyance. “How could you?” he demanded.
Bucky sighed. At least his partner had lowered his voice. “I didn’t plan to enlist,” he replied. “It just happened.” He clutched his enlistment papers tightly in his hand. There was no way he was telling Steve that he’d been drafted… and the enlistment was the outcome. “Can we just enjoy the time we have left?”
“We’re not done with this discussion,” Steve said, pointing a finger at Bucky.
“Of course, we aren’t,” Bucky said as Steve stomped away.
2014
Bucky growled to himself as he watched the blond running around the reflecting pool. He hadn’t saved the idiot to have him kill himself just a few days later. He might still have questions about who he was, but his bones knew he needed to watch out for the blond…the one the museum had called Captain America.
After another few minutes of watching the blond run, he swung down into the grass. He wasn’t ready to approach him yet so it was better if he left.
He’d be back when he was ready to see the blond.
2017
Bucky held himself tensely. He didn’t want to fight with Steve, but he felt this was the best choice. A few moments after Shuri walked away to check something, Steve walked in.
The conversation went about how he expected, but at least Steve didn’t really fight him on his decision. Bucky sighed as Steve enfolded Bucky in his arms. He was too tired to be annoyed by it all.
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Date: 2016-10-17 04:05 pm (UTC)