Lunes: 100 Words

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Happy Monday, folks! Pardon the slightly late post. I’m schweinsty and today's theme is drabbles! Prompts can be anything, but fills must be exactly 100 words or a multiple of it.

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...
The Musketeers, Athos + Constance Bonacieux, Pragmatism
The Mummy, Jonathan Carnahan + Evelyn Carnahan, First holiday after their parents die
Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, An uneventful mission

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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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The Musketeers, Athos + Constance Bonacieux, Pragmatism

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The Mummy, Jonathan Carnahan + Evelyn Carnahan, First holiday after their parents die

Fill -- The Figgy Pudding Plot (600 words, sorry! It grew a plot!)

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There’s a candle in the window of their shabby flat, and Jonathan has surreptitiously clipped some holly and ivy from the sprawl at Wingate Close. Since Father’s death in August, staying afloat has become progressively harder. They need to relocate to cheaper lodgings--Jonathan’s found a rooming house--but it’s Christmas Eve, and this is still their home….

Without Papa’s books, the flat seems empty. Most of them were sold; it paid the rent this month. What remains are sentimental favorites, or those no dealer had been interested in--a hopelessly outdated set of encyclopedia or veterinary textbooks dealing with sheep and goats.

Evie is reading A Christmas Carol aloud as Mother used to do, when heavy footsteps clomp up the stairs. She pauses in the middle of one of Scrooge’s rants. Jonathan flinches as a fist pounds on their door.

“Oy!” bellows their landlord. “I know you’re in there!” It’s no use pretending otherwise; Thigpen has a key, and wouldn’t hesitate to let himself in.

Jonathan moves to open the door. Thigpen pushes past him, piggy eyes darting around the little room. “Word is, you’re leaving. Gonna have to charge you for the cleaning so I can get the next people in.”

“Nonsense!” says Evie briskly. “I’ll leave everything perfectly tidy. And furthermore, we’ll be giving up most of our furniture, which you can sell or use for your new tenants.”

“Make sure you get all this rubbish out of here,” he says, gesturing at the nearly empty bookcases. “And don’t think you’re going to sneak off with any of the fixtures--I’m going to check every scrap you take out of here!” Thigpen lumbers to the door. “I won’t be sorry to see the last of you fancy-pants Carnahans with your posh accents and snotty attitudes--sneering at a guy just ‘cause he can’t read. I hope you wind up on the streets!” With that last vindictive comment, he exits.

They’re silent until the thumping of his tread has retreated. Jonathan sinks slowly back into his chair. “Oh God,” he laments. “You know he’s going to pinch anything he wants if he gets his sticky fingers into our things.”

“Maybe not,” Evie says. There’s a light in her eyes that means she has an idea. “He isn’t overly bright. He’s just handed us the weapon we need to defeat him.”

Jonathan blinks at her. “He has?”

Evie sets the Dickens aside and bounces up. She begins rummaging in the kitchen. A moment later she’s back with the biggest, sharpest kitchen knife they have. “You’ll need this,” she says, and tells him why. “Meanwhile, I’m going to mix up a big bowl of flour and water paste.”

“I’d rather have figgy pudding.” Jonathan sighs wistfully for the Christmas feasts of their childhood, but gets to work.

As promised, Thigpen inspects their baggage. Nothing is sacred; he paws through Evie’s delicates, chips carefully packed teacups, yanks the drawers out of the bureau and peers inside. He upends Evie’s knitting bag, revealing four balls of yarn and a half-finished sweater. At last, he goes back inside, and they load everything onto the wagon Jonathan has hired in exchange for Papa’s pearl tie pin.

Evie and Jonathan spend their evening unpacking. As Evie predicted, Thigpen hadn’t touched the books. Jonathan hacked the centers out of the unloved volumes and Evie glued the bindings together. Now, wrenching them open, they divulge little family treasures they’d been afraid would fall into Thigpen’s clutches, their last defense against penury.

They exchange glances. Evie smiles. “Not as tasty as figgy pudding, but more useful, in the long run.”

…

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Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, An uneventful mission

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The Musketeers, Treville, gen, Sleepless nights

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Any, any, wings

Any, Any Wings

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Terrified blue eyes stared back at him. Reflecting everything he was feeling. Freak. That's what he felt like. How did this happen? Was it a curse? What was happening to him?

Magnus, he's be able to help. What would Magnus think? Would he even still want him when he saw him like this? His breathing was coming fast. Calm Down. Take a deep breath. Hyperventilating wasn't going to help this at all. He splashed water on his face and opened the bathroom door.

"Magnus, I think I may need your help."

Magnus appeared at the door. "Alec, you have wings."

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Any, any, sky

Fill, The 100, Abigail Griffin

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"For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky." Abby mutters as another person is brought into the hospital wing. Quick glance told her it was the standard combination of neither enough air or food. They were all dying. This bunker after months of the clans refusing to work together had finally become their home. They felt safe and protected. Then the hatch won't open and the safe place became their permanent prison. A year past which was to be their release, the air scrubbers failing, food supplies twiddling Abby wonders if she'll ever see the sky again.
***

(the quote is a title of a Star Trek episode)

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Any, any/any, cuddle

Any, Any Cuddle

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"Come here." Magnus holds out his hand to Alec. A wicked smile dancing across his lips.

Alec accepts his hand and finds himself pulled down onto the settee. "What are you doing?" He tries to sound irritated at the man, but it comes out as anything but. A smile plastered on his face.

Magnus pulls him closer against his chest and sighs in contentment.

Alec's eyes close savoring the warmth of Magnus' body against his.

"I could stay like this forever. You cuddled in my arms." Magnus murmurs against Alec's ear.

Alec turns his head, catching Magnus' lips with his.

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Any, any, holy water

Any, Any Holy Water

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"Hey, Sam where's the bottle? I just put it on the table and now it's gone." Dean searches through the items jumbled on the table. He tosses aside the axe and the gun, looking for the bottle. Still unable to find it. He looks under the table. Maybe it rolled off? Nothing, the floor is bare. So, where did it go? He hears Sam finally answering him.

"Dean, what did you say?" Sam walks back into the room, looking at Dean.

Dean turns to him, his eyes widen as Sam lifts the bottle to his lips.

"Sam, that's Holy Water!"

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The Musketeers, Constance Bonaciuex/d'Artagnan, Jacques dies in 1x10

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The Chronicles of Riddick (series), Boss Johns/Richard B. Riddick, want

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Supernatural, Castiel/Meg Masters, sweet dreams are made of these

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any, any, travel

fill

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Once Upon A Time. Lacey/Rumpelstiltskin. All About Lacey 'verse

It had been almost two years, and Lacey's dream of traveling around the world had yet to come true.

Lacey wasn't stupid.

She'd realized several months ago that the curses laid on the town line were a convenient excuse to delay packing their bags and leaving town. Gold would deny it if she confronted him, show her proof of the spells and machinations he'd concocted to free the road to the world outside - and in insisting that he relied on his power, he would prove her suspicions right:

He regretted promising to take her to the world without magic.

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, I don't wanna be me

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Stranger Things, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler/Steve Harrington, together

Fill

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The idea that the three of them could be three was ridiculous in a town where everyone knew who you were with as surely as they knew what you drove; but maybe, Jonathan thought, watching Nancy's eyes shift from himself to Steve, lingering warmly on both, they could make it work.

Steve was sure it could work, because, though he was sure of nothing else, he knew he would do anything to make Nancy happy.

Nancy was sure of nothing, save that she couldn't imagine life without either Jonathan or Steve.

It was the only way to survive the dark.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, I no longer love you

fill

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Once Upon A Time. Cora & Rumpelstiltskin. The Love Of A Good Woman 'verse.

"I didn't think you would accept the invitation," Cora said, surprised in truth.

"And miss the naming ceremony?" He chuckled at her expression. "Rest easy, dearie. Regina is yours for as long as you can keep her. I wanted to congratulate you - and, for old time's sake, warn you."

"Warn me?"

"Yes. You've been acting under the dreadful misunderstanding that I'll forgive you anything." He tutted as if correcting a child in the schoolroom. "I no longer love you, Cora. With the child born, I don't even need you. Move against me or mine again... and I'll end you."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, anger so cold it scorches

fill

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Once Upon A Time Rumpelstiltskin & Regina. The Kindness of Strangers 'verse.


"Did it help at all?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, fiddling with the cane he would always need.

Lame, powerless, and defeated, and still Regina could see the pity in his eyes. She bristled in outrage. "Did what help?"

"The Dark Curse." He sighed, looking the part of the disapproving teacher despite the human facade. "Your hate burned one world to bring us here, Regina. Vengeance was yours. Did it lighten your burden?"

Her lips tightened. "No," she hissed. Then she curled her fingers around the heart in her hands, sinking her nails gleefully. His pained gasp made her grin. "But this might."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, when hate fades to indifference

fill

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Once Upon A Time Belle/Rumpelstiltskin. Arranged Marriage 'verse.

After Cora's flashy departure, Belle adopted a thoughtful expression. "I realized something today," she said, sitting close. "You've been playing games for so long with that woman, that you just go through the motions now." Her hand came to lie on his knee, its weight the lightest pressure to keep his attention on her and not dismiss the conversation. "She burns with old resentments, but you... You don't care, do you?"

Impossible to lie to her, when her voice held no judgment.

"No," he said quietly. Thinking of Cora's betrayal had left him cold for years now. "Not at all."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the ultimate sacrifice

Fill (The Flying Doctors, Tom/Chris, 200 words)

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Even with everything he saw, everything he went through in Africa, Tom doesn't regret leaving Cooper's Crossing. He wanted to make a difference, wanted to help people and he knows that he did, even if it was the equivalent of trying to bail out the ocean with a thimble. He made his choices, did some good and he knows that, in the end, that's as much as he could hope for.

He doesn't regret leaving Cooper's Crossing.

Hurting Chris? That's another story.

He remembers every moment of their conversations before he left, her tearful, angry voice, her fists tight in his shirt as if she could physically hold him, make him stay. He remembers how her body trembled in his arms, how he pleaded with her to come with him, how she'd been just as insistent that she couldn't. He remembers that last kiss before she walked away, remember how he'd almost hoped that she'd look back, that she'd come running back to him.

He'd known he was breaking her heart, was breaking his own heart.

He knew and he did it anyway, the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good.

He made his choice, and he doesn't regret it.

Much.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, regret

Fill (The Flying Doctors, Tom/Chris, 400 words)

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"I should have been here."

Tom says the words quietly, so quietly that Chris, half asleep on his chest, almost thinks she dreamed them. But then she feels a gentle finger tracing a path down her skin, along the edge of the scar that marks her chest. When she looks up at Tom, that's where his eyes are focussed and he looks far too serious for someone who's just done what they've just been doing, namely taking one another apart and putting them back together again, the memories of years gone by a pale substitute for the memories of the last hour or two.

"You did what you had to do," she tells him, reaching out and closing one hand around his finger, stilling its motion. Looking into his eyes, she doesn't blink, keeps her voice as firm as she can. It helps that she actually believes what she's saying, has made herself believe it after so many nights without him. "You were saving lives, Tom."

She'd meant to reassure him; his eyes only get darker, more troubled. "And what would that have meant if I'd come back here and-" He stops abruptly, like he doesn't want to speak the thought out loud, doesn't even want to think about it.

Chris can't argue with that - she'd thought she'd made peace with dying but that was before she had quite so much to live for.

"You can't think like this," she tells him instead. "Regrets and what might have beens will drive you mad."

"I don't regret going there," Tom tells her. "But hurting you... leaving you to face that alone..." He lowers his head, presses a kiss to the top of the scar. Chris shivers, drops his hand to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, Chris," he says, placing another kiss about an inch further down. "I'm so sorry."

She knows she should tell him that it's ok, that she came through the heartbreak, that she forgives him, that she wasn't as alone as he thinks, that she had good friends to help her through. But there are tears in her throat that are blocking her voice and anyway, he's so intent on his task of tracing her scar with his lips that he wouldn't hear her anyway.

So instead, she makes the choice to pull him closer, hold him tighter.

It's a choice she doesn't regret.

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NCIS:LA, Sam/G, close

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MCU, Tony/any male or Steve/any male, terrified that he's not as good a man as people think he is

fill x2

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Johann Schimdt, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, the Red Room children, Bruce Banner, Emil Blonsky—which is the success and which are the failures?

Well, who’s asking?

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Gabe is the only reason Zola exits the train alive.

In a few years (decades), Steve is going to realize he'll never forgive Gabe for that.

.

Forgiveness is not free. Or easy.

In fact, Steve thinks, watching, he’s not going to forgive anyone for anything.

.

Steve Rogers, despite what propaganda and legends say, is not a good man.

Bucky Barnes, despite the atrocities committed against him, is the best man in the world. Despite the blame heaped on him. The orders for his capture, trial, and execution. Bucky Barnes is hero and the world will learn that, no matter what it takes.

.

What makes a monster? They aren’t born, after all.

No matter what anybody says.

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“Cap?” Stark and Barton and Romanoff and Sam and Fury and fucking Coulson who isn’t dead and someone else and another and the media and the public—everyone asks.

Captain America is a suit Steve Rogers learned to wear and he gladly sheds the mask because his rage is all-encompassing and he’s been smothering it long enough.

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Battle Creek, Milt/Russ, dark fantasy

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Arrow/Flashverse, any m/m or f/f or ot3, surprisingly sweet

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Elementary, any m/m (except Mycroft), taste

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Doctor Who, Any NuWho Doctors+/Any, cookies