Thursday: First or Last Lines

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We’ve made it to Thursday! I remain 4bdnsn0wflake, and today’s theme is First or Last Lines.

Prompts should be a sentence or bit of dialogue, and writers should use the prompt as either the first or last line of their fill.

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...

+ Gundam Wing, ensemble, “Well, that was refreshing!”

+ The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus, It was one of the perks of constantly being on the run.

+ Author’s Choice, any characters, “I just want you to know that I hate you both.”

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Gundam Wing, ensemble, “Well, that was refreshing!”

Fill: Gundam Wing - Heero/Duo + Quatre/Trowa - Fun In The Sun

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"Well, that was refreshing." Duo clamored out of the pool then sat on the side, his feet dangling in the water to wring his hair out.

Quatre grinned, not bothering to lift his head up from the back of the lounge he was stretched out on. Despite the fact that his skin was already turning a dark pink his blissed out smile and boneless sprawl made it clear he was not planning on leaving any time soon.

The sprong of the diving board captured both their attentions and they watched as Trowa flipped three times in the air before cutting the surface of the water, so effortlessly it was if he was a hologram or an illusion.

"Show off." Duo muttered then grimaced as Quatre's smile widened into a self satisfied smirk.

"You do the best cannon ball." Heero lifted himself out of the pool in one smooth feat of athleticism. He grabbed a towel off the stack near the leg of Quatre's chair and began helping Duo with the task of working the excess water out of his hair.

"Thanks." Duo tilted his head back and smiled, his hands continuing their job through sheer muscle memory. "We need to do this again when Wufei and Relena get back next week."

"Yes we should." Quatre picked up his phone from where it lay to a bottle of water on the ground. "I'll email everyone right now."

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The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus, It was one of the perks of constantly being on the run.

Fill: Boondock Saints - Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus - Low Rent Restaurant Crawl

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The restaurant was new, well, new to them any way. Connor tasted his soup then announced that it was decent. Murphy agreed though he had to add the caveat that it wasn't as good as Ma's. The look that Connor gave him pretty said it all; nothing was ever going equal hers especially not when made by American hands. Still it was filling and the people filling the booths around them paid no attention to the hungry young men in the back booth. The situation wasn't ideal, but, at least for the moment, this appeared to be a place they could add to their list of reasonably safe restaurants.

Murphy hated it. Always being on the run, never eating in the same place twice. No hanging with friends and bitching about work over a pint or six. Connor wasn't thrilled either, but in his moments of attempted good humor he would remind Murphy when it was all said and done they could write a travel book and make a million dollars. He said it was one of the perks of constantly being on the run.

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Author’s Choice, any characters, “I just want you to know that I hate you both.”

Fill, The 100, Jake Griffin/Abigail Griffin & Marcus Kane

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“Abby!” She considers for a second pretending she hadn’t heard him. Even if she did she couldn’t speed up her steps without looking suspicious and his longer legs would mean he’d reach her before her destination came. She slows down, plants on a smile and turns around.

“Hello Marcus.”

“I heard congratulations are in order.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?! You were accepted into the medical training program. Only two percent make it!” Marcus reaches a hand out and squeezes her shoulder.

“Thanks. It’s gonna be hard. I’m a bit scared.”

“You’ll do great! I’ll help you study. Day and night. And the male anatomy lesson I got that covered.” He winks and leans his head forward this time and Abby knows it’s to kiss her. She tucks out of the way.

“Look Marcus I like you, I do. But we only went on two dates; and that was three months ago. I don’t think that type of studying will be appropriate it.”

“Yeah I know it’s been awhile. I’ve been busy!” She hears the anger creepy in. She could have seeked him out those last three months for another date or simple to spent time with him; this behavior stopped her.

“It’s okay. Really it is. If you want to help me stu…”

“There you are!” Abby is interrupted by Jake walking up behind Marcus. He passes him and puts an arm around Abby kisses her quickly on the cheek. She watches Marcus eyes turn black as he glares at the couple.

“What the hell?!”

“Oh hey Kane what’s going on?” Jake questions with a sincere smile.

“Why are you touching my girl Griffin?!”

“Your what?! I am not your girl! I never was! I never will be!”

“We had, we have a real connection!”

“No we didn’t! Look your nice enough but nothing will ever between us. Not like that.” She waits a few seconds for Marcus to reply the silence getting thicker and thicker.

“Maybe we should get going.” Jake offers, Abby nods and in unison they turn and walk away from Marcus who at last shouts out. ““I just want you to know that I hate you both!”

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One Direction RPF, Niall Horan/Liam Payne, summer job AU, "Thank you for choosing Big Bus Chicago."

Fill: 1D RPF - Niall Horan/Liam Payne, summer job AU - Tourist Season

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This may or may not be part of something bigger that I may or may not be working on. *shifty eyes*

Niall kept close to the buildings trying to avoid the rain that was misting down over the city. He loved Chicago when it rained, the low gray clouds made it look as if you stood on top of one of the buildings you could actually touch the sky. That made the budding architect in him want to do a little dance for joy.

The bad thing was the early morning rain meant that there would be less butts in the seat of the tour bus that he was guide for. Less tourists meant less tips and less tips meant fewer dollars he could set aside for next semester's tuition. The good news said was the weather channel claimed the showers would be gone by 10 so it should only effect one of two circuits around the loop.

The bus was empty when climbed on, waving a cheerful hello to Louis, the driver and one of Niall's drinking buddies. After covering the seat with a disposable, plastic poncho Niall settled in, preparing himself for the day ahead.

Two stops later Niall was still the only passenger, but the wind in his hair and the occasional drop of rain dampening his hair made him think of his native Ireland and that kept the grin on his face. As Louis eased the bus next to curb in the shadow of the Sears Tower Niall spotted a lone person waiting for a ride. Scruffy five o'clock shadow announced that puberty had happened to an other wise baby faced young man. He was dressed casually in jeans, sneakers and a maroon hoodie that partially obscured his face.

It was less than a minute before he was peeking his head out of the stairway that lead to the upper level, poncho in hand. He looked around for a minute before selecting the seat next to Niall. "Great day isn't it? I love the rain!"

Niall grinned and offered a hand to shake. "Me too. My name's Niall. Your first time in Chicago?"

"Liam Payne." Liam shook solemnly though he never stopped smiling. "Just moved here. I'm starting uni in the fall. I figured this would be a good way to see some of the city. Nice to meet you Niall."

"It's a good start." Niall agreed. Beneath them the bus lurch as it prepared to launch itself into the first break in traffic. With one hand Niall casually pushed the microphone he used to the side. "Since you're the only one on the bus right now we can just talk, okay?" He grinned with Liam nodded enthusiastically. "As I said, my name is Niall, if you have any questions feel free to ask. Thank you for choosing Big Bus Chicago."

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Any, any/any, darling, i will always love you

Any, Any/Any, Darling, I'll Always Love You

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The kiss she's placed on Jace's lips had been monumental in so many ways. Finding out he wasn't her brother had brought up the feelings she had buried, thinking they were long dead. But they weren't and she couldn't deny it. Where it would lead, was anyone's guess, but she had to try. Had to know if there was something between her and Jace worth fighting for

The look on Simon's face had nearly broken her. But, she had only been kidding herself when she entered into a relationship past friendship with him. They both had been kidding themselves. And they knew it. She had been caught up in the hurt of thinking Jace was actually her brother. She needed something else to focus on. Anything was better than feeling that hurt. Dealing with a broken heart.

Simon had always had a crush on her. Clary knew that in the back of her mind. His feelings for her were known. He wore them on his sleeve. He never hid them. But, he was also her best friend. She'd been selfish. Trying to tell herself and Simon that the kiss had meant nothing. When in reality they knew otherwise.

That's why she found herself sitting on the park bench, waiting for Simon to join her. They needed to talk. Sort things out. She just hoped they could salvage their friendship. That was something she treasured and would hate to lose.

She kept watch for Simon, hoping he hadn't decided to ditch her. She knew this would be harder for him than her. But it had to be done. She watched as a figure approached. The steps slow but steady. A nervous smile appearing on Simon's face. She stood and hugged him. Feeling the awkwardness between them.

They sat, not meeting each other's eyes. Time went by, stretching the silence until it was unbearable. Finally, she shifted to face him. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you."

Simon sat, rigidly still, not looking at her. Finally he acknowledged her words with a slight shake of his head. His shoulders slumped as if he bore the weight of the world. His world was shattering as she spoke. She wouldn't be picking up the pieces, he would.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, but it happened. You won't lose me, I just need some time." He stood and started to walk away, then stopped. He turned an looked at her. "Darling, I'll always love you." He said with a smile before disappearing into the night. Leaving Clary silently crying as the sun dipped low in the horizon shading her world in deep blues and purples. Leaving her to deal the heartbreak she'd caused unintentionally.

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Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Neville Longbottom, "I knew I'd find you in the garden."

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Thor, Jane Foster/Thor, She looks up to the sky.

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Any, any/any, "Good morning."

Fill (The Flying Doctors, Tom/Chris)

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"Good morning."

Chris was only beginning to wake when she heard those quiet words coming from behind her, accompanied by the tightening of an arm around her waist. A kiss was pressed to the back of her neck, to the exact spot that had the power to reduce her to a quivering wreck as a warm body pressed against her back, leaving her in no doubt that her companion was more than willing to repeat last night's - this morning's maybe, she couldn't be sure - amorous activities.

And Chris smiled as she opened her eyes.

The decorations in the Majestic hadn't changed any time in the last thirty years, so it looked the exact same as it had during her first stay there, as a young assistant doctor who had no idea how this posting would change her life. Her suitcase lay on the floor in the corner, some clothes peeking out from it. The skirt she wore to last night's party was in a heap on the floor beside the bed, while her blouse was, she thought, a little nearer to the door. A familiar looking blue men's shirt lay on top of her skirt and she stopped cataloging the room as a finger traced a path from her ear down her neck to her shoulder.

Turning her head, she found herself looking into Tom's warm brown eyes and the lazy smile on his face made her stomach flip pleasantly. "Good morning," she murmured, staring at his lips and the smile turned into an almost wolffish grin as he propped himself up on one elbow, leaning over and brushing his lips across hers.

It was only a brief kiss, but it made Chris tingle all over.

When he drew back, she moved so that she was lying on her back, but he didn't, stayed staring down at her. "Sleep ok?" he asked, one hand smoothing back her hair.

Chris nodded, but something must have shown on her face because the slightest of frowns appeared on his. "Chris?"

She felt herself flush. "It's silly," she admitted, "but for a moment... I thought that it had all been a dream."

Tom frowned exaggeratedly. "Your dreams involve bus crashes?" It had the desired effect of making Chris laugh but Tom's voice was very serious when he spoke again. "It wasn't a dream, Chris... I'm real. This... us... is real."

Chris rested one hand on his shoulder, ran the other up the back of his neck, let her fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Her eyes moved over his face, committing it to memory, noting the changes since they'd last lain together like this, her heart beating faster as he shifted against her and the evidence of his desire became keenly apparent.

"We're really going to do this?" She had to be sure. "Us... Africa... Everything?"

Tom nodded, kissed her quickly again. "I love you, Chris." He hadn't said those words to her since he left for Africa the first time, not even yesterday when they'd had their talk, nor the previous night when they'd come back here. "I never stopped. And I know, I should have told you years ago... but I'm telling you now. And I'll tell you every day, if you'll let me... for the rest of my life."

Chris's heart was pounding so hard she was sure he must be able to hear it and there was a lump in her throat that it was hard to speak around. Swallowing hard, she managed to nod, managed to whisper, "I love you too," before she pulled him close and kissed him again.

From there, there was only one way that things were going to go, and it was no surprise to her when they came back to themselves and realised that they'd completely missed breakfast. Not that she cared, and nor did Tom, who just shrugged as he began to kiss his way down her body. "Well, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb," he told her between kisses and she could have argued with him but she didn't really want to.

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Any, F/M, It always starts with your/any pronoun lips.

FILL

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It always starts with her lips.

Tumbling, tumbling into softness and secrets
whispered on summer nights
over the rim of a glass of champagne.

Her breath so close it’s almost mine.
Flesh pressing flesh, then pulling away
with maybe a giggle or a grin.

Worrying between teeth
as minutes tick by,
awaiting a plus or minus
that will change the course of forever.

Furrowed in a pouty frown,
accusatory
but you promised
unspoken,
yet loud and clear.

Asking, demanding,
any pretense of shyness left behind long ago,
like a childhood toy or
a memory that no longer serves her.

A thin line of determination,
forming an ultimatum:
now or never;
yes or no.

My fingers play lightly
over their gentle curves,
just before our last kiss goodbye.

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Any, any or any/any, There are five minutes to go before it all ends.

FILL: Shadowhunter AU, Magnus/Alec, Underworld AU

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Keeping their love secret is vital to their survival. Tension has been already at a death hold, the house is in a state of unrest with the council due to arrive by the following dusk. Amelia, as well as the other royals, will be descending upon their home, and Victor is absolute in his determination to have everything in proper order. The blood slaves have been purchased, they await their fate as feed bags to the fangs of darkness.

Alec doesn’t have much time to be gone; he must be quick. With the cover of night to hide him in the shadows, he disappears from the mansion. He weaves a path through the underground passage, easily making his path to the concealed cave where his lover waits.

Magus’ amber glowing eyes greet him before his soft lips caress his Alec’s trembling mouth; the wolf is a picture of control, seeming completely calm while Alec desperately grabs onto Magnus and pulls him close and kisses him passionately, curling his fingers into Magnus’ hip to hold him close enough to feel his fire heat.

Alec wishes to drown his soul in the cool water that is Magnus’ love. He’s distress the secret they keep. He is tricked by the dream of living happily ever after; to run away from the war and live in peace, and never stray from Magnus’ tender arms that hold him tight. The pure thought of Magnus being away from him has his mind spinning.

Their lips meet in a fire spark of lust and love, and all Alec can think is one night is not enough. “Please,” he begs, as if his life were at stake, and Magnus could almost hear the tears in his voice. “Please, come with me. If we were to leave from here…”

“Your father would hurt us down. Victor would drag the both of us back to the castle, lock you away from me and keep me chained up like a…”

“… A slave.” Alec sighs sorrowfully, his heart breaks a little more, nearly splitting with the thought of being kept from the arms of his beloved. Vampire and Lycan; they are both the children of Corvinus.

Yet Magnus is a slave--All the more reason Alec wishes for them to disappear into the night. “Come with me, Magnus. Please, my love.” He bows his head, resting his temple against
Magnus’. “We can leave tonight, be gone before the sun rises. We can leave this war behind...”

Magnus shakes his head, silencing Alec. They have been down this path for months now, and yet it’s still a lost cause; as much as Magnus loves Alec, he is loyal to his pack mates. Magus refuses to leave his Lycan brothers behind to be slaughtered or live as servants.

Their devotion to the love in their hearts has left them star-crossed, doomed to suffer for their desires, and yet Magnus is the love of Alec’s life, the only treasure in the world he desires most. The one heart truly forbidden to him.

♥ END ♥

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White Collar, any/any, "This is why I keep you around."

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NCIS, Tim McGee/Tony DiNozzo, "Someone's going to hear."

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any, any, "I am inevitable."

Fill: Be More Chill, awesome prompt

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Jeremy screams, beats at the corners of his mind wildly, trying desperately to grasp something. To stop his body from moving when his mind is yelling at it to stay, stop, but nothing is working. He can only watch out of his own eyes as they are aimed at Micheal - soft smiling and unsuspecting as they both continue to play their latest video game - and something begins to sink in his gut: cold and clenching and far too familiar.

His mind stumbles and suddenly the fight for control has become something completely different.

"You were dead," he says, voice cracking, before shouting, "I drank the red mountains dew! We sealed you shut. We killed you!"

It's silent for a moment, long enough to wonder if he's truly lost it and none of this is real, but then he feels a light burn.

It's almost as though he can feel the SQUIP smile, electricity crawling up his spine: burning and picking at scars supposedly already healed. Pealing open the wounds.

The last time he'd felt this hopeless was at the Halloween party, but he never imagined it could be this bad.

"No, Jeremy," it starts, wires exploring and connecting and electricity running through his veins, attempting to replace the blood inside of them: "I am inevitable."

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Star Wars, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, "Shut up."

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any, any, "I have a hobby, shooting people."

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

any, any f/f, "Take my hand."

FILL - MCU, Natasha Romanov/Pepper Potts

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“Take my hand!” Natasha yells over the din of the approaching helicopter.

They’re standing on the roof of a high rise building, the enemy closing in behind.

Pepper looks up at the helicopter and thinks it can’t possibly get near enough. Even the Black Widow won’t be able to make the jump.

Hawkeye is quickly lowering a rope ladder through the open side of the hovering copter.

We won’t make it…we won’t…

The words are more forceful in Pepper’s brain than the wind whipping through her hair.

“Trust me.” Natasha says. “I won’t let go, no matter what.”

Pepper realizes that’s all she needs.

She grabs the other woman’s hand, takes a deep breath, and jumps.

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec, "I don't regret us."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, any, "Well, that went well."

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Dragon Age, anypair + any, "*Name* really loves you."

FILL: Dorian/The Iron Bull & Krem, Just Think About it

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"The Iron Bull really loves you."

Dorian looked up from his book to see Krem leaning against one of the bookcases. He had been too engrossed in his book to realize anyone had walked up to him. He looked back down at his book again, flipping the page. "Are you aware that Bull and I are not in a relationship?"

"Perhaps not anymore."

Dorian sighed. "We slept together a few times, it wasn't a relationship," He said, trying his best to sound indifferent. He hoped he could fool the charger and he would leave, but as he looked up from his book, he knew that Krem wasn't going anywhere yet. "Did he send you here?"

Krem shook his head. "No. He probably thinks I've snuck away with the bard."

"I'm sure that would be much more pleasing than bothering me."

Krem sighed. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but I do know he does care about you. He seemed," Krem paused for a moment before smiling. "Happier. He seemed really happy when you had your 'not relationship.'" He pushed off the bookshelf. "Just think about it, okay?"

Krem walked away and Dorian sat back, dropping his book on the arm, no longer interested in reading.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, It’s in the blood, come the end.

Fill: teen wolf, awesome prompt

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Lydia had told him to be careful, and Allison to be safe. Scott had watched with apprehension but nodded when Stiles told him the plan.

Derek was nowhere to be found, but that was the problem really, or, at least, the beginning of it.

Witches, they had all figured, due to the lack of blood and left over ash, and they were right.

When Stiles arrived at the clearing he had traces them to, he saw the elders gathered around their sacrifice - blood running down Derek's face and flooding from his mouth, and so pale Stiles wondered if he is even still breathing - and smiled when they saw him.

He was still smiling when they aimed their spells at them, and still smiling when he slit his wrist on a hidden knife and began to aim his own back.

(Lydia had seen him practice, seen how strong he'd become so quick, but she didn't fear him. She was always too smart for that.

Allison saw the dark creeping around the edges of his magic, the spots of scarlet and how they blended into black. She warned him to becareful, one arm on her bow behind her, but Stiles just smiled.

Scott had known him for nearly as long as his father had, and he knew about Stiles fascination with magic before anyone else did. He knew about the history of Stiles family, and the power in their bones. He has to cover his nose sometime around Stiles, such a strong scent of magic in the air often burns.

Stiles knows his magic better than himself, thriving off of how hot and quick it burnt through him. Though he would never tell Scott.)

Derek moves, turns his head slightly Stiles way, and opens his eyes enough to squint and stare as Stiles slices himself. One look into his eyes have Derek shutting his own once more.

(What burns hotter, faster, crueler, than Stiles magic? His grin before he performs it.)

Red droplets hit the ground and not a moment later the clearing fills with screams and wicked laughter.

It's in the blood, come the end.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, The sun rises.

FILL: Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, hurt/comfort

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Magnus wakens in the early dawn hours, shaken from the terrifying memories that ravage his mind. He shuddered when the darkness greets him. That agony rune…his thoughts replay a tale of his time when his body was not his own, and he was tormented, forced to endure memories he spent centuries trying to forget. His chest was a mass of harsh breaths while an intensity of dread coiled in his belly. So cold, lonely, he scurries across the bed sheets in search of his lover, finding Alec sleeping soundly.

Gazing at the beautiful man, Magnus’ heart has difficulty believing the graceful angel loves him so devotedly; if he knew love, true love, would fill his heart and soul with such a ravenous burn and an overwhelming, profound joy, he would have held on tight and never let go. But then again, his past lovers never made his heart beat out of his chest with one charming smile. Never took his breath away with a sweet kiss nor made his soul burn with an everlasting flame. They came and went, leaving him alone and heartbroken. Magnus never believed in happily ever after...until a beautiful angel tumbled from the heavens and into his heart.

Feeling like he could melt into the angel’s arms, he finds Alec’s hand in the dark, fingers entwining. Awash in love, and safe in Alec’s tender embrace, the wounded memories in Magnus mind are healed for the night. Sighing softly, he curls his body around Alec, his head pressed against his chest, listening to his soothing, steady heartbeat. Like a sweetheart lullaby, his breathing evens out as peace and grace wash over him. He sleeps peacefully in Alec’s arms, lulled into the dram world by Alec’s adorable little snores as the sun rises.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, [Name], you always knew how this would end.

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Mass Effect, anypair, "If we are interrupted it had better be because everything is on fire."

FILL: Jack/Miranda, Interruptions

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

There was giggling as the two girls made their way to the bed, Jack falling backwards as Miranda gave her a gentle push. She shuffled backwards until she was able to lay her head on her pillow and watched with anticipation as Miranda started to take her clothes off.

Slowly, more and more skin was revealed to her as Mirands did her striptease. Jack's hand had wandered into her pants, more than eager for Miranda to join her on the bed.

Miranda had just rid herself of her thong when there was an urgent knock on the door. Jack groaned and closed her eyes. Just once, she would like to have a night alone with her girlfriend without anyone bothering them.

Miranda surprised her by climbing on top of her and pulling Jack in for a kiss. Jack kissed her back, forgetting that someone was outside the door until the insistent knocking started up again.

She pulled away enough to yell at whoever was on the other side of the door. "If we are interrupted, it had better be because everything is on fire!"

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Any (please no SPN), any, "I wanna do/I did ALL THE THINGS!"

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Any (please no SPN), any, "WHEEEEEE!"