Wednesday fun with: Numbers

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Hello, everyone, it's me, prisca1960 again. Ready for today's theme? Then tell me what comes to your mind when you think about numbers . Everything is possible as long as a number is included in the prompt.

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.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
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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...
+ Hawaii Five-0 - Danny and Rachel Williams - second chance
+ Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar - 666
+ any fandom - any character -the first time (s(he) met him

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Hawaii Five-0 - Danny and Rachel Williams - second chance

FILL: Spoilers for 7.20, episode coda, background Stan/Rachel, 1/2

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(Massive spoilers in this one. The entire fill is behind a spoiler cut.)

Danny stood outside the doorway as Rachel explained to Grace and Charlie that Stan would no longer be a part of their lives. He watched Grace's eyes fill with tears as she went through the second divorce in her life. It had been hard for her the first time, when Danny and Rachel had to explain that they would no longer be together, so long ago. Grace was older now, but that only meant that she had learned how to conceal her devastation. Danny knew his monkey well enough to see that she was trying to hold it together for her mom and little brother.

Charlie was openly weeping, and Danny understood why. Until a couple of years ago, Stan had been the only father Charlie had ever known. Danny still felt the sting of bitterness when he thought about about the years that he had missed with Charlie, but right now it was drowned out by concern for the three people in that room.

Grace wrapped her arm around Charlie in a protective gesture and Rachel directed a weak smile at the both of them and tried to reassure them that things would be alright, although they would change. Danny wished, futilely, that he could be the one to explain things to Grace and Charlie, if only to ease some of that burden from her shoulders. He knew from experience just how hard it was to maintain a calm demeanor when you felt like your own world was falling apart. But he also knew that Rachel needed to be the one to talk to Grace and Charlie.

Rachel glanced away from the kids for only a brief moment to shoot a grateful look at Danny. Danny smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner and let out a weary sigh when she had focused her attention back on the kids. Stan's words were coming back to him, and Danny again considered if Rachel was still in love with him. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since his conversation with Stan the previous day. The thing that confused Danny most was that he didn't feel the urge to get back together with Rachel. His heart raced when Stan shared his thoughts, but it was due to anxiety rather than anticipation. Years ago, he would have given anything for a second chance with Rachel, but too much had changed between them since then. Too much had changed within him, and, as much as Danny wanted to be there for Rachel, he didn't want to be with Rachel anymore.

Danny broke out of his contemplation when Rachel stood up, her conversation with the children apparently finished. She kissed them both goodnight on the forehead and left the room. As she softly shut the door behind her, she turned to Danny with a pained grimace.

"Well, I suppose that's done then," she said.

Danny shrugged awkwardly. "Guess so."

Rachel sighed and walked past Danny towards the living room. She collapsed on the sofa, as if that short journey had exhausted her. Danny followed her and joined her on the couch, leaving a cushion seat between them.

Danny fidgeted with his hands. "Is... uh... is there anything I can do?"

Rachel shook her head and released a brief laugh. "I suppose a cup of tea would be nice."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."

It took a few minutes to make the tea. Danny was still surprised that he remembered, considering that he hadn't made tea for anyone in a long time, but he supposed that there were some things you never forgot.

When he returned with the tea, Rachel's eyes were red and watery. She had obviously been crying, but Danny decided not to comment on it. He silently offered her the tea, and she took it with a thankful smile.

For several moments, Rachel drank her tea in silence and Danny studied her. She was staring blankly ahead at the television, which wasn't on, and the emptiness and sorrow in her eyes was devastating. No matter what Stan had thought, Rachel had clearly loved him. Danny only needed to observe her now, after the divorce was finalized and she wasn't trying to hide her pain for the sake of the kids, to understand that.

When Rachel finished her tea, she settled it down on a coaster on the side table next to the couch, drew in a deep breath, and turned to face Danny.

"I really appreciate this, Daniel."

Danny chuckled. "It was just a cup of tea."

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Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar - 666

Fill: "Number of the Beast"

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"What about numerology?" Chloe asked. She narrowed her eyes at the man who claimed to be the Devil himself.

"You mean like 'seven is lucky' and 'thirteen is bad'?" Lucifer huffed. "Nonsense, my dear detective."

She pressed on. "So, that thing in the Bible about six-six-six?"

Lucifer waved a hand in token protest. "I had nothing to do with that. And if you think someone tattooed my body with three numbers, you are sadly mistaken." He brightened with a thought. "Unless you would like to personally search my body -"

"I've seen enough of you naked, really," Chloe said hastily.

"Pity." Lucifer tsked. "I'd be happy to give you a personal tour."

"In a word? No." Chloe glared.

He slumped for all of a split second then brightened again. "I suppose there are other ways to convince you - the Brittanys, perhaps? I'm sure they've seen every inch of my bod - Detective, where are you going?"

"Away!" Chloe hurried for the elevator, knowing the longer she stayed here at Lux, the more likely she was to do something drastic. And somehow, after shooting Lucifer once, she didn't think she could do it again.

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any fandom - any character - the first time (s)he met him (s)he was sure that she would hate him (her) for the rest of her (his) life

Fill: Gundam Wing - Trowa Barton + Duo Maxwell - Frienamies

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There was something about Duo that set Trowa's teeth on edge from the very beginning. Maybe it was his seemingly flippant attitude. Or maybe, if Trowa was honest, it was because he made friends with little or no effort. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with how fast he and Quatre bonded. Not that Trowa was ready to even begin to deal with that or the implications nested inside it.

It took time and seeing Duo's facade of humor fall away in battle to realize that there was much more going on than Duo liked to let the world see. That made Trowa like Duo even less. It probably had something to do with his deepening feelings for Quatre and the way that he now knew Duo had a greater potential as a rival than Trowa had originally thought. But he wasn't ready to admit to any of those things, yet.

It wasn't until after Duo drunkenly admitted to his intense and long lasting crush on Heero and after Trowa had shared his first kiss with Quatre that he was able to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe Duo wasn't so bad after all. He really should make the effort to get to know the man at least a little bit, if for no other reason than because he was Quatre's best friend and that was not going to change.

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Stargate Atlantis, Any + Rodney McKay, “Wow, with only three hours of sleep, I can be as bitchy as you!” (Golden Girls)

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Any, Any,

No, I don't want your number (no)
I don't want to give you mine and (no)
I don't want to meet you nowhere (no)
Don't want none of your time
(TLC)

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Any, Any m/m,

And on my 18th birthday
We got matching tattoos
(Katy Perry)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, realizing he was in love between one breath and the next

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, those fraught seconds between the Gate engaging and a loved one stepping back through (especially if they're coming in hot)

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Any, any, first to fall

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Yuri on Ice, any, attempting a quint

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author's choice, any, "I can't math right now."

Fill 1/2: Skyfall; James Bond/Q (slight); "Semantics"

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“Just how many drinks have you had?” Bond queried, no judgement, just genuine curiosity.

Q squinted at the empty glasses littering the back table he’d claimed at the pub; the vantage point it offered would have been more useful if Q wasn’t half drunk out of his head. “I have had… I can’t…” Q waved his hand vaguely over the table, “Math. Can’t math right now, Bond.”

Bond pressed his lips together in a firm line that refused the exit of any laughter. Bad days weren’t made better by booze, and judging by Q’s appearance and the amount of liquor he’d likely consumed, Q had had a hell of a day. Bond would not laugh at Q, for at least the man had trusted Bond to come when he was needed- but hell if it wasn’t at least a little funny. “Then however much you’ve had, I’d say you’ve probably had enough.” He resolved.

“Yes.” Q began to nod, squinched his eyes shut and sat back in his seat, “Enough. No more math.”

“No more drinks.” Bond corrected.

“No more drinks.” Q parroted.

“Let’s settle your tab and I’ll get you out of here.”

Q held up a finger, signaling that Bond ought to give him a moment, before he carefully pushed his hand into his back pocket and extracted his wallet. He pulled out what looked like every bill he had and pressed the lot into Bond’s hand. “No more math.” Q told him gravely, “Leave a nice tip, please.”

The resolve not to laugh held firm as Bond went up to the bar to pay Q’s tab, obediently leaving a generous tip, the returned to Q with the change. The pair had just about made it to the door with a decided lack of wobbling—Bond was steady and Q was too slight to really throw him off—before Q began to babble again.

“I have always wondered, you know, about assassination.” Q murmured.

“Have you?” Bond indulged him.

“The word, I mean. The act, maybe. The intent! Yes, the intent. I think. What I mean is, how important do you have to be be- before you are assassinated, instead of murdered?” Q continued, speaking his disjointed sentences into Bond’s shoulder, “Or is it- is it only people in a certain line of… of work? Who can be assassinated? Or… does it just have to be done by an assassin?”

“Truly a question for the ages, Q.” Bond replied, faintly impressed that for as lazy as Q’s speech was becoming, the man continued to pronounce ‘assassin’ impeccably.

“Isn’t it? I tend to get philso- pholo- philos…” Q paused, frowned, “I ask the best questions when I’m drunk.”

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author's choice, any, between the hours of 6 and 10 o'clock yesterday evening

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author's choice, any, the number of times per day I think about you had been falling until...

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author's choice, any, born on the same day X years apart (and celebrating their birthdays together)

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Any fandom, any characters, AU where one or more characters is a mathematics professor

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Any fandom, any characters, excessive use of math memes

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MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, they work out a numerical system of taps/beeps/etc. for when Clint's hearing aids stop working

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Any, any, "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."

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Author's Choice, any character(s), third time's a charm

Fill, MCU, Darcy/Natasha, R

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The first time they had been pretty drunk.

After one of Tony Stark’s infamous parties Natasha and Darcy had stumbled back to Natasha’s room in the Avengers Tower. There had been a lot of kissing and feeling each other up but neither of them came.

The second time was better. Natasha had taken Darcy to dinner. It had been almost like they were a proper couple on a proper date. They got dressed up all fancy in pretty dresses. Back at the Tower goodnight kisses turn into goodnight heavy petting. Natasha had been in the process of tugging down Darcy’s beautiful black lac panties with her teeth when the alert sounded.

Code Alpha.

That meant a big crisis. That meant Avengers assemble because the world is in a whole heap of shit.

Darcy had been understanding. Of course saving the planet took priority over sex, even if right at that moment nothing felt more vital than having Natasha’s mouth on her pussy.

Natasha went to save the day. Darcy had finished herself off then went to watch the news.

The third time though? They were determined that the third time was going to be the charm.

This time there was no partying and no date. Darcy arrived in the middle of a Thursday afternoon (because whole the hell would invade/try to destroy the world on a Thursday afternoon?). It was a sex appointment, pure and simple.

The moment they were in Natasha’s room they were all over each other.

And the third time was the fucking charm for sure.

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Author's Choice, any couple, first date

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Author's Choice, any character(s), bad (or good) things come in threes

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Author's Choice, any character(s), having two strikes against him/her/them

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Tennis RPF or Olympics RPF, any m/m, keeping score in bed

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MCU or Agents of SHIELD, any pairing, they each have a list of 5 people outside their relationship that they're allowed to have sex with if ever given the chance

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DCU or CW DC, any m/m, checking the clock the whole time while having a quickie because they have to be done by the time of the team meeting