Monday: Fantasy Book Titles
Oct. 16th, 2017 08:09 amHello, everyone! I’m
reeby10, your host for the week, and today's theme is Fantasy Book Titles. Prompts can be anything from this book title generator.
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...
+ Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter (/Will Graham), Butcher Of Utopia
+ Teen Wolf, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Humans And Hunters
+ Harry Potter, Harry Potter +/ Voldemort, Temptations In The Darkness
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...
+ Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter (/Will Graham), Butcher Of Utopia
+ Teen Wolf, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Humans And Hunters
+ Harry Potter, Harry Potter +/ Voldemort, Temptations In The Darkness
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: 2017-10-16 01:12 pm (UTC)Any, Any Bound To The King
Date: 2017-10-17 01:31 pm (UTC)He pushed the glass back to the bar tender and waited for it to be filled again. The guy shook his head no. Dean tapped the glass. "Sorry pal, boss' orders. You're shut off."
"Son of a bitch." Dean snarled at the man, his eyes turning black. The guy just looked at him and backed away. Dean knew he could be down-right terrifying when angry and in full-on demon mode. He reached for the whiskey bottle and pulled it closer to himself, pouring a generous shot. He raised the glass in a silent salute before downing it. He went to pour another when a hand shot out, stopping him.
"Hello darling. What do we have here?" Sometimes that accent really grated on Dean's nerves. now was one of those times.
"Crowley. Seriously, you're putting a limit on my drinking?" Dean said letting his annoyance ring through.
"I would never dream of it. It's just that you need to earn it. Earn your keep. See, you haven't been following through on our little deal. When you do, then you'll get your bottle back." Crowley said, smiling at Dean.
"I'm not a child." Dean shot back at him.
"No but you're acting like it. Now, what do you say that I allow you one more drink and then you go seal the deal with the new client?" Crowley said, holding the bottle over Dean's shot glass.
"Fine." Dean huffed out, waiting for the whiskey to be poured. When it was, he licked his lips before lifting the glass to take his last shot before leaving. Once done, he upended the glass on the bar and pushed himself away. "Happy?" He asked Crowley. "Immensely." Crowley shot back as Dean walked out the door.
As Dean made his way to his car he muttered to himself, sometimes it sucked being bound to the king.
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Date: 2017-10-16 02:19 pm (UTC)The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Mick Rory, Heir of the Shadows
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Date: 2017-10-16 02:19 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, In the Hands of the Goddess
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Date: 2017-10-16 02:21 pm (UTC)Prison Break, Michael Scofield + Lincoln Burrows, Hunted
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Date: 2017-10-16 02:36 pm (UTC)SPN, Evil Winchester Part 1
Date: 2017-10-17 07:21 pm (UTC)"Dean." The voice of his brother calls to him. Dean cracks an eye open to look at Sam who's sitting next to him in the Impala. They'd pulled into a rest stop a few hours ago and Dean had decided to actually take a rest. "Yeah Sam, what is it?" He sits up, fully taking in the beauty that is his brother, long lean body, soft brown shaggy hair and intoxicating hazel eyes. "Dean, I want to play." Hearing those words, Dean sits up, fully awake, back straight against the car seat. He looks at what Sam is pointing to, a leggy twenty-something blonde who is just coming out of the rest stop bathroom. He looks at Sam and smiles. "Anything for you, little brother." The smile turned to a sneer as he fixes his eyes on the girl. In that instance, she was about to find out what it meant to use those long legs of hers.
He feels Sam's warm hand on his thigh, inching closer to his dick and it feels good. Sam always knows how to touch him, what he likes. Dean casually places his hand over his brother's and moves it to the seat. "Later Sam, I promise. Right now, we need to get to her before she leaves." They both get out of the car and Dean lets Sam take the lead in this. With his puppy dog eyes, he's so much better at luring their playthings in. He watches as Sam approaches her, asking for directions. She looks up at him doe-eyed and giggles. He can hear bits of their conversation. She’s from around the area, just coming home from a friends. She can help them out. She has a map and can show them the route to take. Dean smiles as this transpires. Sam’s at his best when he’s like this, innocent and helpless. The women love that, never see what’s coming next. That’s the part that Dean really likes.
He watches as the girl leads Sam to the trunk of her car and opens it, pulling out a map. She starts to unfold it against the side of the car but doesn’t get very far. Sam grabs her by the back of her neck and slams her head into the door frame. She lets out a weak surprised cry and stumbles back, only to be caught and head slammed again. This time she is more than just stunned, she’s unconscious. Dean shudders at the sight. Sam’s a work of art when he gets to play. Sam looks at him and he can see the desire in his eyes, pupils blown wide with need.
Dean walks over and helps Sam pick the girl up and bring her to their car. They toss her in the backseat, tying her hands and feet up so she would not be able to escape. Dean tosses a blanket over her limp body before locking and closing the door. Sam moves her car off into a parking space farther away from the rest stop and wipes it clean of fingerprints. It’s better to be safe than sorry. Dean’s taught him that, kept him safe all these years. He feels the thrill of what’s about to happen course through his body and his dick twitches at it. He touches himself, wishing it was Dean’s hand instead of his own. He looks up to see Dean watching him and he shoots Dean a sly smile, one that’s just for him. Because, really he’s Dean’s and Dean is his. They have always been each other's world and will continue to be until their deaths.
Sam bounds back to the car and slides in next to Dean. Dean guns the engine and the Impala rockets off leaving dust in their wake. Sam peers over the backseat to look at the new plaything and smiles. It won't be long now until they find a secluded spot to play. He reaches down and pulls the corner of the blanket back to look at the woman. She's pretty he muses to himself but she's nothing compared to Dean. Dean is one who gets a second look, green eyes fringed with long lashes, pale freckled skin and soft full lips.
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Date: 2017-10-16 03:49 pm (UTC)True Blood Eric/Jason Death
Date: 2017-10-16 09:50 pm (UTC)As Jason watched, he felt a tendril of anger mixed with jealousy rising from the pit of his stomach. His eyes narrowed into slit, focusing solely on that lean figure sitting languidly in his thrown. It was as if he was holding court in a club. As a dark haired girl made her way over to the 'King of Fangtasia' also known as Eric Northman, Jason's upper lip curled into a sneer. His hands clenched into fists as she offered herself to Eric. Thankfully, Eric waved his hand at her, dismissing her. Her lips went from a smile to a pout. Not taking the hint, she leaned forward, flaunting her tits in Eric's face.
That was enough as far as Jason was concerned. Normally he wasn't the jealous type but this was Eric that this bitch was throwing herself at. Eric was his, didn't she know this? Maybe she did and didn't care. She was about to be very sorry for her actions. Jason walked up behind her, waiting to see what she would do next. "Please, let me feed you. You can make me yours." Jason snarled at her words, causing her to turn, eyes wide at the sound. He heard Eric chuckle.
"It seems my lover has something to say about this offer of your." She backed away from them both, offering her apologizes at offending them. Eric's lips twitched into a smile at the sight of seeing Jason standing there in front of him, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "This is funny to you?" Jason asked, letting his anger flow through in his voice. Eric reached out to him, pleading in his own way for Jason to come to him. "Not this time, Eric." Jason said, still seething with anger. Eric dropped his hand and slid out of his thrown to stand next to Jason. "You have no reason to be angry with me, Jason. These things happen and I refused her offer." Eric said, taking Jason's arm and pulling him into a crushing embrace. He inhaled Jason's scent and flicked his tongue out to lick along his jawline. Eric heard Jason moan and felt his dick twitch from the sound. He knew how to make Jason moan and smiled at the thought of this being the first of many he would wrench from his lover tonight.
Jason looked up at Eric, his pupils blown wide from want, lust taking over reasoning. He pulled Eric's head down and to crash their lips together and ground himself against his lover. He felt Eric begin to walk them back to his private quarters and he smiled knowing Eric wanted him just as much as he wanted Eric. He felt Eric nip at his bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood from him. "You're delicious." Eric said, voice husky with desire. Jason put a hand against Eric's muscled chest. "One of these days I'm going to write a book about us. The title will be Death Becomes Him. Because no one will believe this unless it's in print.
Eric threw back his head and laughed. "Good. Then what I'm about to do to you will make for a very interesting an erotic chapter."
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