Tuesday: 100 Words
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dreamsofspike and today's theme is 100 Words. Prompts can be anything your heart desires, but fills must be 100 words, or a multiple of 100 words, double or triple fills, etc., are fine.
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.
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...
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Castiel - candy
+ Grimm, Nick Burkhart/Monroe - cooking class
+ iZombie, Ravi Chakrabarti/Blaine DeBeers - seeking shelter
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 2017 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.
dreamsofspike and today's theme is 100 Words. Prompts can be anything your heart desires, but fills must be 100 words, or a multiple of 100 words, double or triple fills, etc., are fine.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.
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...
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Castiel - candy
+ Grimm, Nick Burkhart/Monroe - cooking class
+ iZombie, Ravi Chakrabarti/Blaine DeBeers - seeking shelter
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 2017 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: 2017-07-11 07:11 am (UTC)SPN Sam/Cas Candy
Date: 2017-07-11 11:18 am (UTC)"Cas?" He called out, waiting for a response. Not hearing one, he called out again. With the second call being met with silence Sam shrugged, figuring it was time to look for the angel.
Hearing a noise from the kitchen, Sam ventured in. Eyes turning wide at the sight before him. Cas' face was covered in chocolate, eyes heavy lidded from a sugar rush.
"Cas, how did you find my secret stash of candy? Did you eat it all?"
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Date: 2017-07-11 07:11 am (UTC)Fill: Burnt, G
Date: 2017-07-12 03:38 am (UTC)The actual class though…
“How did you manage to set the fruit tart on fire?” Monroe stared in horror at the still smoking remains of their class assignment. “There wasn’t even supposed to be any cooking at this point!”
Nick grimaced. “Everyone’s gotta be bad at something, right?”
“Bad,” Monroe replied testily, “would be an understatement.”
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Date: 2017-07-11 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 07:12 am (UTC)SPN Dean/Crowley Keeping Secrets
Date: 2017-07-11 11:45 am (UTC)Crowley looked up, feeling Dean's eyes on him. "What, sweetheart?"
"Dean met the demon's eyes. "I know you're keeping secrets." His eyes narrowed waiting for a response.
"Darling, what are you talking about, I tell you everything."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "No, you tell me what you think I need to know."
Crowley huffed out a small laugh. "Dean, you're my darling Deanmon. I tell you all my secrets. Don't be like this."
"Really? Now I know you're lying to me."
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Date: 2017-07-11 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 10:17 am (UTC)Buffy, Dawn/Spike Cuddling
Date: 2017-07-11 11:56 am (UTC)Dawn smiled. Shaking her head, she laughed before joining him. "You such a sweet talker, aren't you?"
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Spike looked at Dawn. "You know, it'd be a lot easier to cuddle if you got rid of the stake at your side."
"I know, but I want you to work for it. I'm not giving in that easily." She winked and kissed his lips.
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-07-11 01:28 pm (UTC) - Expand(no subject)
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Date: 2017-07-11 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 10:19 am (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-07-11 09:23 pm (UTC)"Promise you won't yell at my friends?"
Ed sighed. "Will these friends spend all the time staring at my automail and nagging to let them check the insides?"
Winry winced. Rush Valley lives under a perpetual automail fever. Many of the residents need a nudge (and sometimes a pinch... or the occasional wrench to an exposed body part) to remind them that their inquisitiveness should be aimed at the creator of the innovations in her husband's arm and leg, and not Ed himself.
"I'll talk to them," she tells him.
Ed considers that, then nods. "Then I'll do my best."
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Date: 2017-07-11 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 10:22 am (UTC)fill
Date: 2023-03-31 05:32 pm (UTC)"You have the sword, my friend," Westley tells him, offering up a new scabbard.
"You have the ship and crew, my friend," Westley tells him, after introducing him and giving him a tour.
"You have the mask, my friend," Westley tells him, holding out a new black cloth.
"You have the name, my friend," Westley tells him, "and you have the sea."
Westley bows from the dock and Inigo bows from the deck, and the legend grows.
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Date: 2017-07-11 10:37 am (UTC)Again with the long prompt
Date: 2017-07-11 11:16 am (UTC)And why would she? Blair already had the specimen of male perfection as a roommate. It didn't really seem fair to date men when she would always be comparing them to Jim
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Date: 2017-07-11 11:20 am (UTC)Fill: Scent Of A Slayer [BtVS: Angel, Buffy: G)
Date: 2017-07-12 11:45 am (UTC)Even when he didn’t lurk, finding Buffy was simplicity itself for a vampire. He could track her with his eyes closed, just by following her scent. No matter where she went or what she did, he would always be able find her.
The End
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Date: 2017-07-11 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 11:22 am (UTC)fill: The Black Jewels series
Date: 2023-03-31 05:38 pm (UTC)What you hate in others, Witch tells Alexandra, is what you see in yourself. what you fear. what you do not know and do not wish to learn.
Alexandra dreams of standing in front of a mirror.
In the waking world, Alexandra turns away and does not look back at truth's reflection.
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Date: 2017-07-11 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 11:23 am (UTC)Original
Date: 2017-07-11 12:01 pm (UTC)Pinched nose, closed eye, long, long-suffering sigh.
"I'm trying to deal right now."
"Yeah, so deal in the real world."
"I can kill as many frustrating pixellated NPCs as I like in here, if I tried that in the real world I'd be a serial killer. Do you want a non-frazzled friend or do you want to let me play my game?"
"Play on."
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Date: 2017-07-11 01:08 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-07-11 10:50 pm (UTC)Lillian saunters into a dark alley. Her senses warn about the vampires awaiting her in the darkness, and she holds back a smirk at their mistaken belief that they've trapped her.
Swish
From the first, it's obvious that Lillian has the upper hand. She strikes - she kicks - she avoids their punches. Soon enough, she sees her chance. Hand tight around her stake, she aims at the vampire's chest---
"Lillian!" The other three Slayer trainees stuck with stake carving duty glare at her. They sigh in unison when Lillian blinks and smiles cheerfully. "Stop daydreaming and work faster!"
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Date: 2017-07-11 01:09 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-07-12 02:25 am (UTC)Once the first shock of her change in circumstances passed, Belle set out to explore her new home. The countless treasures kept her agape; but the more rooms she saw, duster in hand in a pretense of work, the more unsettled she felt.
Outside the main hall, Rumpelstiltskin's tower, and what passed for her room, there was no sign of life. No guest suites, not a single horse for a carriage or even a mouse in the kitchen.
Servitude had been a reasonable price for the safety of her town. However, a lifetime of solitude made her shiver in dread.
**
Determined to make the best of her fate, Belle decided that if she had been allotted the one companion for the rest of her life, then she would try to at least be in talking terms with the man.
"What are you doing?" Rumpelstiltskin snapped, attention still on his work though he'd obviously sensed her at the doorstep of his laboratory.
Belle smiled bravely, lifting her tray. "I thought we could have tea."
He paused, hands in mid-air as he raised his head slowly. He wore a confused frown when he turned to her. "Tea?"
Belle kept smiling. "And cookies."
Eyes wide, Rumpelstiltskin bid her to enter, gesturing to a corner of the table where she could set up.
Belle followed the unspoken instruction and proceeded to pour two cups, giddy with relief.
"Stop humming," he said, still staring at her as if her cheeriness was a more complicated puzzle than the spell he was working on. Then he narrowed his eyes with distrust. "Poison does nothing to me, you know."
It wasn't that funny a quip (it wasn't a quip at all, though Belle still did not realize it), but Belle laughed anyway. "My cookies are not that bad."
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Date: 2017-07-11 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-11 02:31 pm (UTC)Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus Wings
Date: 2017-07-11 05:34 pm (UTC)"What?"
"Your wings are beautiful. They're a part of you. You need to stop hiding them." Magnus reached out to touch them.
Alec stiffened at first, relaxing into the touch. His fingers soothed the feathers down, making Alec shudder.
"That, that feels so good, Magnus."
"Well, Alec, I could do this all the time if you didn't hide them."
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Date: 2017-07-11 02:31 pm (UTC)Any, Any, Puppy
Date: 2017-07-11 05:49 pm (UTC)"A what?" Derek couldn't hide the disbelief in his voice and cringed.
"A puppy. I could be our fur baby." Stile's smile widened at the words.
Derek's eyebrows raised in question. "You do realize that I'm a werewolf?"
"Right, so you could, you know, show it how to behave." Stiles said sheepishly.
"I'm not a dog whisperer and I'd probably attack it."
Stiles looked horrified at Derek. "Ok, no puppy then."
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Date: 2017-07-11 02:32 pm (UTC)Fill, Original
Date: 2017-07-11 09:29 pm (UTC)+++
Matthew stood in the florist shop feeling completely overwhelmed. It was a simple task given by his father, or at least he had assumed it would be when the request was given before he headed off to school. Now here he was looking at the arrangements, bright colors, balloons and he wants to run. Maybe he wasn't mature enough to make a decision like this. He thinks of his father's credit card in his wallet and what he could use it for instead. No, he to prove he was in fact mature enough. He steps up to the counter the attendant having given him time to maul things over.
"Um it's my mom's birthday."
"Alright and do you know what type of flowers or colors she likes?" Matthew half excepted the lady to start peddling the most expensive thing available. Take advantage of some poor out of his limits teenager.
"Not sure, Maybe roses?" He felt in his mind that was cliche, everyone liked roses. But he remembers on walks she always stopping to admire bushes of them, her favorite blouse contained them. In his soul he knew that was right answer.
"Great choice. And a red rose is a classic. I'm sure she'll love it."
"Yeah that'll be perfect. Thanks."
"How many would you like?" Matthew stares at her, his father never gave him a number just said not to go too crazy on the cost.
"She's turning forty. So maybe forty?" The attendant gives him a kind look before gently shaking her head.
"I have a feeling while she might appreciate the thought, I think forty of anything could make her uneasy."
"Oh."
"What about ten?"
"Yeah I suppose that sounds better.' She turns and leaves the counter and starts gathering the roses. 'Actually could you make one pink? She had breast cancer three years ago and..." Matthew trails off. He still hasn't reached a point of maturity where he speaks about that. He tries not to remember that period in their lives. But when his eyes feel on the hue he knew it was the right choice.
"Of course. I'll even put in right in the middle. Ok?" Matthew nods. A few minutes later the beautiful and simple arrangement is in his hand he leaves the store hoping $45 wasn't considered too crazy and that he would his dad proud and his mom cry tears of joy.
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Date: 2017-07-11 02:33 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-07-11 10:20 pm (UTC)"This is delicious!" Rumpelstiltskin helped himself to another piece of chicken, ladling the sweet-sour sauce over it. "I didn't think you'd go into the kitchen again, except maybe to heat up something in the microwave."
Belle smiled, pleased by his appetite. "I won't cook every day, but I wanted to give you a proper goodbye dinner." She bit her lip, sorry to have brought up the disappointment of the new curse at the town line. "I am sorry, Rumple."
Having spent the worst of his temper in the pawnshop, Rumpelstiltskin managed a smile. "I'll find another way. I always do."
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Date: 2017-07-11 05:05 pm (UTC)