Friday :: Letters
Nov. 24th, 2016 11:21 pmJust 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.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ Hamilton: An American Musical; Alexander Hamilton/Angelica Schuyler; “My Alexander, don’t forget to write.”
+ Gossip Girl; Blair Waldorf/Dan Humphrey; Texts regarding the return of Gossip Girl when they’re in their 30’s
+ Game of Thrones; Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark; while he’s away, Littlefinger writes her everyday
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.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2016-11-25 10:16 am (UTC)Fill: Hamilton/SGA (not as crack-y as it sounds)
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Date: 2016-11-25 02:57 pm (UTC)(Would prefer silly over serious, but anything's fine.)
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Date: 2016-11-25 02:59 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Smallville/Stargate, Chloe Sullivan/Evan Lorne
Date: 2016-11-26 02:35 am (UTC)Chloe stared at the text message for a long moment. It was from Evan, the third photographer who’d attempted to fill Jimmy’s shoes (and so far seemed like the one most likely to stick around).
Evan had shown up at the Daily Planet six months ago, camera in hand, and proved himself a skilled photographer, a helpful partner, and an open-minded sounding board. Whenever Chloe came to him with a story pitch that would have been featured on the Wall of Weird in The Torch office back at Smallville High, he’d set aside whatever he was doing, fix his bright blue gaze on her, and listen like what she was saying was completely rational.
Evan was older than Chloe, had a wide range of experiences, described being a surveyor and a painter and one summer backpacking through Europe to see famous art museums. He’d proven handy on an investigation more than once, being able to do suspect sketches from eyewitness descriptions, and Chloe had gotten the scoop on some more prestigious publications by having those sketches to hand.
He was damn good-looking, with his bright blue eyes and dimpled smiles and broad shoulders and muscular chest and -
And he was friendly. Sweet. Brought Chloe home-baked goods (he was a damn good baker, too).
Of course Chloe had a crush on him. He was perfect. He was so perfect she’d started praying he was secretly gay, because then of course she couldn’t have him, and the ache of wanting him would fade under the impossibility. Like it had with Clark. After years and years.
But yesterday evening, during drinks after a particularly harrowing interview of a patient at Bellevue, something had changed. Evan had slid closer to her, lowered his voice, spoken to her intently of - his dreams. Flying. Seeing the stars. The chance to boldly go where no man or woman had gone before. Chloe had laughed, called him a Trekkie, and he’d ducked his head, blushing, and been so unfairly adorable, but then he’d lifted his head and looked her in the eye and asked if she’d ever dreamed of flying, of the stars.
She’d been so sure it was the moment, that perfect moment from a rom-com where the leading man and leading lady locked gazes and kissed.
Only there was no kiss.
Fill 2/2: Smallville/Stargate, Chloe Sullivan/Evan Lorne
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