Wednesday - 200 Words
Jul. 12th, 2017 04:41 amHello, everyone. I’m
dreamsofspike and today's theme is 200 words. Prompts can be anything you like, but fills must be exactly 200 words. :)
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/Crowley - hate bang
+ iZombie, Liv Moore/Blaine DeBeers - the brains made them do it
+ White Collar, Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey - secrets etched on the skin
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.
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/Crowley - hate bang
+ iZombie, Liv Moore/Blaine DeBeers - the brains made them do it
+ White Collar, Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey - secrets etched on the skin
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: 2017-07-12 10:22 am (UTC)Lucifer, Maze & Amenadiel Human Watch
Date: 2017-07-12 11:23 am (UTC)Maze nudge Amenadiel. "Why do you suppose humans but holes in their faces? It's just so odd. I could use those against him in a fight."
He looked at the human, who had several piercings covering his face, she was talking about. "Maybe it's to make himself more pleasing to his mate? What I don't get is why they camouflage themselves."
Maze looked at him in confusion. Then, she noticed the heavily tattooed girl. "I thought that was done for a marking ritual. It's supposed to camouflage them?"
They watched as a couple walked by pushing a stroller with dogs in it.
"Why do they treat tiny dogs as babies?" Maze asked turning to Amenadiel.
"These humans are just to confusing." He said, shaking his head.
"Should we follow them?" Maze started to get up, put was pulled back down.
"No, stay here. No reason to follow."
Turning to Amenadiel she sighed. "Maybe we should ask Detective Decker or Doctor Martin about all of this."
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Date: 2017-07-12 10:25 am (UTC)No Fill but
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Date: 2017-07-12 10:26 am (UTC)Fill: Dragon Age: Inquisition, f!Adaar/Sera – “Surprised”
Date: 2017-07-12 05:35 pm (UTC)From the corner of her eye she could see Dorian tightening the grip on his staff, clearly determined, and when their eyes met a moment later Herah nodded briefly to let him, Sera, and Bull, know that they won’t be waiting any longer.
As they jumped out from behind the bushes and the Venatori agents saw them, the fight broke out right away.
She was about to freeze a Spellbinder who looked like he was ready to attack Sera, when she heard someone running towards her.
Turning around, she made a move to create an ice wall, but instead of a Venatori she saw Sera. Before she could react, the rogue kissed her quickly, briefly biting her lower lip.
“Thanks, Buckles!” She winked at Herah as she stepped back, and started shooting at the Gladiators who were surrounding Dorian. “Bits up, face down!”
Herah blinked, startled, before she used a few ice mines to aid Sera. Her lover would never stop surprising her, looked like.
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Date: 2017-07-12 11:34 am (UTC)Fill: Date Nights [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack, OC: PG]
Date: 2017-07-12 12:35 pm (UTC)“It was when we started out earlier, unless you want it not to be.” Every time Jack unwinds one tentacle from Ianto, another takes its place. He seems to be fighting a losing battle, but Ianto is his! If any groping is to be done on Ianto’s person, he should be the one doing it.
“No, that’s fine, just checking.” Ianto peels away another tentacle and when it tries to come back, gives it a sharp slap. It recoils. “Distant relative of yours perhaps?” he asks mildly.
“What?”
“Well, its behaviour is remarkably similar to yours on date nights. Or course, you usually have fewer appendages, although there are times I wonder about that…” He slaps another tentacle. “Hands off or I’ll tie you in knots!” The tentacles snap away from him so fast the creature almost gives itself whiplash. “That’s better.”
Jack helps Ianto up and dusts him down while the alien sulks.
“It’s your own fault, you know,” Jack teases. “You shouldn’t be so irresistible.”
Ianto sighs. Torchwood and date nights don’t mix.
The End
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Date: 2017-07-12 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-12 12:16 pm (UTC)Looks back to see Bartholomew drop coins into the hands of excited children.
"That is now giving away gold to the poor. How could anyone ever mistake that for a rampaging monster?"
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Date: 2017-07-12 01:44 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2017-07-13 04:05 am (UTC)In three hundred years, Rumpelstiltskin had never believed that one day he would be grateful to his old knee injury. It plagued him as before, and the only advantage was the advanced pain management in this world.
He could have hated the returned weakness - and had, until he'd discovered that his pain sparked Belle's protectiveness.
Even cursed, she cared.
"You've been exerting yourself again," Belle said waspishly, through her fingers were gentle as she massaged the joint. "If you're going to collect the rent all about town on your own, you should talk to Whale about your options."
"Re-break the bone and then see whether there are enough pieces to put together a better leg?" He caught her wince, and nodded though she'd said nothing. "Exactly. You'll forgive me I'm too much of a coward to subject myself to such."
Before, she would have hotly demanded that he withdrew the self-recrimination. It was too much to ask of her cursed self, though she still looked troubled. "Then you need to slow down, Mr. Gold."
The months ahead were essential, and he must make sure the outcome favored him. "Sorry, dearie," he said, knowing she would understand later. "Not yet."
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Date: 2017-07-12 01:45 pm (UTC)Any Any Hug
Date: 2017-07-13 12:07 am (UTC)He felt Alec place a strong hand on his shoulder. At times it amazed him how gentle Alec could be. With all his fighting skills and the use of his hands for archery one would think his grip would be viselike. Not when it was just them and everything else melted away.
"Hi." Alec mumured into his neck. Magnus leaned back against him. Feeling the warmth of the other man's body.
"Hi yourself." He broke contact long enough to turn around. Once face to face, he looked into Alec's blue eyes. So inviting, so full of love and longing. They'd been apart a week. Stupid Clave orders. Another threat, causing the Clave to circle the wagons. Calling Alec back. Demanding his return. Separating them again. He hated the Clave at times.
"I missed you." Alec ran his fingers along Magnus' jawline and down his neck. Fingers feather light against his skin. A shiver ran down his spine at the touch.
Resting his head against Alec's should Magnus smiled. He was always smiling when they touched each other. "I missed you, too. I'm happy you're back. Can you stay the night?"
"They'd have to bodily remove me from your side. I hated not seeing you.." A kiss against his neck elicited a soft moan from Magnus. "I've missed having you in my arms. Holding you close to me."
"Then don't stop." Magnus encircled Alec's muscular back with his arms, pulling him closer.
They molded them selves to each other, trying to become one. Alec mimicked his movements, encircling him with his arms. Magnus brought his lips to Alec's. A soft kiss at first, turning greedy with need. He felt Alec shudder against him.
Magical. Their embrace, the tender hug reserved only for each other.
A rush of air as Alec brought forth his wings. The wings Magnus was in awe of. They only enhanced the man's beauty. Stretching them, allowing them to feel freedom. Magnus felt the movement in the air as Alec wrapped them together in his wings. Increasing the intensity of their hug.
"I love when you do this. You spoil me."
Alec chuckled. "You were spoiled long before I met you. I just indulge you, now and then."
Magnus tried to scoff at the words, but couldn't. Settling for what was in his heart. "I love you, Alec."
He felt the wings tighten at the words. "I love you, too."
They would stay in their tender hug, wrapped in each other's arms, as the sun hung low in the sky. Only separating as the chilled air began to penetrate the warmth Alec's wings provided. Regretfully breaking the hug to move inside.
(Ok, I went over the 200 words. Couldn't stop myself.)
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Date: 2017-07-12 01:45 pm (UTC)FILL: Star Trek AOS, Uhura/Jaylah, Tears of Happiness
Date: 2017-07-13 07:16 pm (UTC)She could only manage a nod, feeling her heart race a little faster in anticipation of what was to come. With a deep breathe, they walked forward and the doors slid open. Her eyes immediately fell on Jaylah, waiting for her at the altar, her work uniform traded for the traditional wedding clothes of her people.
Jaylah smiled at her as they drew near, Uhura unable to see anyone or anything but the woman she was about to marry. As they reached the altar, Jaylah reached her hand out and Uhura accepted it, walking up the few steps to stand next to her.
The ceremony began, and even as she recited her vows, was still unable to believe that she was standing there, getting married to the love of her life. Rings were exchanged, and finally, Jaylah cupped Uhura’s face, brushing away a stray tear before leaning in and pressing their lips together.
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Date: 2017-07-12 02:20 pm (UTC)SPN Bobby/Crowely Crowley cooks
Date: 2017-07-12 10:58 pm (UTC)Grabbing his gun from the back of his waistband, he raises it in protection. Someone or something is in his house. Cooking no less. He makes his way into the kitchen leveling the gun at the body bent down in front of his oven.
The body slowly stands, closing the oven door. The body turns to face him and he hears that familiar Cockney accent.
"Hello, darling. Are you hungry?" A sly smile forming on Crowley's face.
Bobby rolls his eyes and lowers the gun. "What the hell are you doing here? In my kitchen?"
With mock indignation Crowley answers. "Cooking dinner for you. Or are you going senile in your old age?"
"Bite me." Is Bobby's response.
"Tempting, but let's leave that for after dinner. We'll call your offer, dessert." Crowley's smile widens.
"Balls." Bobby huffs out. "Ok, what did you cook this time?" He asked, eyeing the covered baking dish resting on the stove top.
"Your favorite, pot roast with root vegetables."
"Smells pretty good."
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