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Hello! It's me again. Everyone was fabulous yesterday - there were some pretty awesome prompts given and some good fics received.

Today's theme is, because I am an evil, evil person and intend on wasting your whole day, TVTropes. Yes, THAT TVTropes. Always wanted your favorite characters to enact your favorite trope? Have at it! The idea here being to give a fandom, character/pairing/leave it up to the author, and link to a specific trope to be included in the prompt.

Rules: No more than 5 prompts (3 per fandom). After that you may only put up prompts when someone answers one of your previous prompts. If none of the prompts today appeal to you, dig into the Lonely Prompts archive here! There are lots of beautiful prompts waiting for you to write them. The prompts format should be: Fandom, Character/Pairing, prompt.

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, Battle Couple
Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Starbuck, Kiss Kiss Slap
Supernatural, Dean & Sam, Arson Murder And Jaywalking

(Regarding formatting, hyperlinking code is <a href= "link here" >title here< /a> without the spaces.)

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Comments

Re: Deadpool - A Letter

[barhaven.livejournal.com]

Arg, I'm SO SORRY it took me a while to reply to this. (The last few weeks have been crazy for me, and my inbox got neglected.) So I want to tell you flat-out: THIS WAS AMAZING. I wasn't sure what I'd get when I left the prompt, but I couldn't have hoped for a more awesome reply. :D

What can I say? When I got the comment notification, I was literally laughing out loud as I read this. Then I read it a few MORE times. Then again the next day, because it was just that awesome. Deadpool addressing his grievances to the people of comment_fic? GENIUS. Not only was it freaking hilarious, it was clever, made great use of all those little Deadpool quirks, and was fantastic meta-humouring and fourth-wall-bashing goodness. Not to mention that writing the voices in his head added that extra layer of hilarity to the whole thing. (I do indeed read the comics, and the voices always crack me up.)

the ones who talk about cannons and slashing people [Which sounds like it will be awesome!]

LOL, you'd think so, wouldn't you, Deadpool? XD

Seriously people. I get chopped up for you, I give you my best, most hilarious material to entertain you, I meet crazy people from OTHER UNIVERSES [I was on a spaceship once!], I even kill for you and what do you guys do? Let people insult me, hurt me or pair me up with a dude!!! A DUDE!!!!

I think this made me laugh the hardest. Maiming, torture, murder, and insults? Nothing compared to fanfiction's grievous lack of poontang.

“And then all the members of comment_fic got transported into their most hated fandoms [Probably Twilight, let’s face it] where they had to stay forever, never to write about or have any contact with their loved ones or favorite characters ever ever again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

D: A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH! YOU WOULDN'T!

things are gonna change around here, or else I add the words “The End” to my little piece of literary masterwork, post it on the internet and take great pleasure in watching you all writhe in agony in your own personal hells!! [Vampires will sparkle – forever!]

NOOOO! *suicide*

Seriously though: BRILLIANT. Makes me think of that comic where Deadpool killed his own writer to end a bad story arc, or that new story in Deadpool #900 when he decided to kill his fans. The fourth wall is a flimsy thing, and it has to be cathartic to be able to reach out for revenge against the people who thrive on your misery (or in fandom's case, on pairing you with everyone BUT hot chicks, LOL).

With Intentions of Deadly Awesomeness, [Much better]

Too, too perfect. I kind of want to sign my emails that way now.

Again, sorry for not replying sooner. It wasn't due to any lack of awesome in this fic. This still makes me grin whenever I re-read it. If there's ever any comment_fic awards or rec thread, this one wins. Hands down.

So: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS. I couldn't have hoped for a more awesome reply to this prompt than Deadpool turning the tables and threatening us all with sparkly vampire hell. ;)

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[envydia.livejournal.com]

Set before the war, when Roy and Hughes were training for the military. (I think they were anyway? Ugh, I've forgotten all the FMA backstories. I need to re-watch this anime.) Anyway. Uh. Sorry this fails so much, and I'm sorry if it was too late to post this. *dies*

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There isn't a shortage of attractive men in the academy, but there's something different about Roy Mustang. The way he carries himself, maybe, his self-confidence. Either way, he's, as more than one girl has whispered behind a hand to her friend, "ridiculously good-looking, oh my god."

This is the third love confession this week. Fifth if you count the letters, which Roy, of course, does. He isn't stuck up, just... "appreciative of the affections of women," in his own words.

This time is different, though. It's not a flustered and giggling girl proclaiming her feelings for him from behind her hair, or running up to him with a note (bubbly cursive letters, ninety-nine percent of the time, often dotted with hearts) that's barely more than "DO YOU LIKE ME? CHECK YES OR NO" or - anything like that.

Instead, it's his best friend standing in front of him with his usual easy grin, as if he's saying nothing more important than "oh, it's sunny out"-

"Hey, Roy - mind if I kiss you?"

Re: Deadpool - A Letter

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Love this!!!

First Merlin fic! - Dinner, Merlin/Arthur, PG (1/2)

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Arthur always tells Merlin he’s and idiot, but that’s slightly unfair of him: Merlin’s not stupid, per se, he’s just horribly naïve and awkward sometimes, and Arthur has a habit of throwing him off guard. And Merlin can’t really tell him that, so he goes on letting Arthur make fun of him and silently curses himself every time being close to Arthur makes him stumble over his words.

He’s afraid, though, that one of these days he’s going to say something that can actually be qualified as stupid, and though he’s also an bit excited for that day, he knows that once he’s crossed that line, there will be no recovering his poise and no going back.

***

The day comes sooner that Merlin expects. It’s a day that starts like any other, really; Arthur’s a prat in the morning which gets him into trouble by noon, so then of course there’s a fight in the afternoon which forces Merlin to step in on his behalf yet again (well, not forces, but strongly suggests, and Merlin’s gotten so that he doesn’t even like to see the Prince get hurt), and even after that, Arthur manages to pick up quite a few bruises from a “friendly duel.”

There’s also a scratch on his cheek that’s bleeding rather badly, and Merlin doesn’t even know where that one came from.

It’s late—almost dinner time—when Arthur finally comes in, all sweaty and dirty and bloody, and guess who gets the honor of cleaning that up?

Merlin draws a bath for Arthur, then removes the Prince’s armor as carefully as he can. It’s always a dilemma between doing it slowly, which makes the pain last longer, and doing it quickly, which makes the pain sharper yet shorter, either of which will earn Merlin glares from Arthur as he hits the bruises. Merlin bites his lip to keep himself from lecturing Arthur on how a bit of foresight and caution could keep this from being a problem at all, because Arthur has a tendency to be nearsighted and reckless, and Merlin’s telling him not to be is not one of those situations that will end well.

Instead, Merlin instructs Arthur to bathe—that’s about as much as he can get away with—and runs to Gaius to get the necessary salve for Arthur’s wounds.

Dinner, Merlin/Arthur, PG (2/2)

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

When he returns, Arthur is clean and also very shirtless. Merlin does his best to keep his eyes anywhere but on Arthur, but somehow they always return to him, standing there and looking smug like he always does. Merlin says nothing, just gets to work.

The bruises on Arthur’s back are not as serious as they ought to be given the way the prince gasps and winces if Merlin so much as brushes over one of them, and the part of Merlin’s mind that is not occupied with trying to be as gentle as possible is thinking that it has never seen a lovelier sight. He is conflicted between taking as long as possible so he can enjoy it and getting the job done because he shouldn’t be enjoying it, and because he can’t decide which to do, he takes what he figures is a normal amount of time.

Then, there’s the cut on Arthur’s cheek to deal with, and this is more problematic: the wound itself is nothing serious, but it’s one of those things that cannot go untreated. Merlin finds himself just a few inches from Arthur’s face; those blue eyes looking into his own and Arthur’s breath hot on his neck and oh gods this is not going to end well.

He hesitates before bringing his hand up to treat the wound and Arthur notices; asks him, “Why is it that you’re doing this for me, anyways?”

Half of Merlin’s mind, the half that is still somewhat lucid (and seems to be shrinking by the second), knows that he should say that it’s because he’s Arthur’s servant and it’s his job. But then there’s the other part, telling him to just say “Because I love you,” and then there’s the rest of Merlin’s anatomy, which happens to have about a million reasons of its own. And somehow, they all get confused and Merlin says, “Because I have to eat my dinner later,” which really makes no sense at all.

Arthur gives the sort of look Merlin expected to get, but instead of backing it with an insult like normal, he smiles and says, “Yeah, me too. So finish up, will you?”

“Sorry,” says Merlin, blushing, and he puts the salve on the scratch. “All done.”

Arthur stands up, using Merlin’s shoulder to help him, and is it just Merlin’s imagination, or does he let his hand linger there longer than normal?

“I’ll want to see you later tonight, so come back then,” says Arthur as he pulls a shirt on and exits the room.

Merlin sits there and stares after him, wondering what’s just happened.

Unaware, Merlin/Arthur, PG

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Morgana knows, and Gwen, and even Uther, though he doesn’t admit it to himself: he figures that, as long as nothing has happened, he doesn’t have to. But all the same, he sees the way the Merlin looks at Arthur, which would be absolutely inexcusable were it not for the way that Arthur looks at Merlin, which would be even more inexcusable but for the fact that Uther can’t lecture his son about nothing. And nothing is what the looks have amounted to thus far, so he lets it alone for the time being; keeps a sharp eye out in case anything happens, and wonders what he’ll do if it does.

It’s not likely that anything will happen, though, because if there’s one thing to be said for Uther, it’s that he’s taught Arthur proper decorum. And while sleeping with the kitchen maids is okay as long as it’s done silently and doesn’t lead to any sort of feelings for said maids, sleeping with one’s manservant is not.

Arthur knows the rule, though it’s never occurred to him that he might have to follow it: at first it was because he believed himself above seeing his servants that way and later, it was because he didn’t think that Merlin saw him in that way. There’s no way for him to find out without risking humiliation of some sort, so he keeps quiet about it and goes on with life as if everything is normal.

It’s a miracle that neither Arthur nor Merlin has caught on yet, because, while neither of them are too obvious about it, they’re not all that subtle, either. It’s gotten to the point where the other knights have begun to notice it; visitors to Camelot; even the Great Dragon, somehow, knows what's going on. And yet, with all the attention the two pay each other, they continue to be oblivious in the one area it matters most.

Gwen wonders what it will take to get the two together, and has tried hinting to Merlin that he should tell Arthur how he feels, but Merlin always gives her that cute, confused, very guilty sort of look and claims that he doesn’t know what she is talking about. Morgana has tried the same thing with Arthur, to much the same ends, and the two have given up on the grounds that trying to get boys to talk about their feelings is absolutely useless.

It’s impractical and improbable and completely irreparable, and all anyone can do is stand by and hope for the best—though they are no longer sure what the best is. There are already too many complications for such a small kingdom, and Arthur and Merlin only add to them.

Yet Camelot lives on, its focus no longer on the King, who is growing old, but instead on the two boys that will shape its future—no one outside the castle has actually seen the two together, but there are rumors that those inside watch the two dance around each other, timid and confused, each afraid to take the one thing they truly want. They seem unaware that their destinies are so tightly intertwined that they belong together and are instead intent on playing a constant game of cat and mouse.

Camelot watches, and it weeps for the two boys who have already resigned themselves to living with what they already have.

Re: Unaware, Merlin/Arthur, PG

[giselleslash.livejournal.com]

This was really fantastic - that last sentence, in particular, was quite lovely :)

Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Cissie shifted, biting her lip to keep from wincing in pain when she moved. Her painkillers were wearing off, but she couldn’t take more for another forty-five minutes. Forty-four. Her bed really wasn’t quite big enough for two people, especially when she couldn’t lie on her side and cuddle with Tim the way she usually did when he spent the night with her here at school. At the moment, she was sort of lying partially on top of him while they spooned, or tried to, and she was uncomfortable and the bullet wound in her arm hurt.

She thought she was being quiet, but Tim woke and turned his head to look at her. "Hey. You okay?"

She nodded and gave him a tired smile, trying to reassure him so he would go back to sleep and not question her too much. He worried, and she didn't want him to. Not when there was nothing he could do. "Yeah. Go back to sleep."

Cissie felt him watching her, but she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, hoping he would follow suit. Instead, he began running his fingers through her hair and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Your arm hurts?"

Cissie grimaced into his chest and grunted. "I can't take anything yet," she grumbled, giving up. Of course he could tell.

Tim sighed a little. "Are you uncomfortable? I can--"

"No," she snapped, gripping his arm with her good hand. "Just--stay here."

He kissed her head again. "All right. I'm not going anywhere. But you might be more comfortable if I sleep on the flo--"

"Tim," she growled, gritting her teeth. "Just be quiet and stay where you are."

"Poor Cissie," he murmured, rubbing her back. "I'm so sorry you're hurting."

"I know," she sighed. "But you're not blaming yourself, are you?"

He didn't answer right away, which was more than enough answer for her. She moved to lift her head and look at him, which was almost too much movement for her arm to handle. She glared at him, and he made a face. "I'm not," he said quickly. "Not... really."

"Tim."

"Cissie, you were shot in the arm. I wasn't there. I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly thrilled about it."

"But you weren't there, so there was nothing you could do," Cissie pointed out. "And you're here now, and that's what counts."

He frowned at her. "I hate that you're hurt."

She rolled her eyes. "It's just my arm. It's not that serious. It's going to heal."

"Cissie, you were shot through the arm. You can't be this okay with it."

"I can," she said seriously. "Because I'm okay, and you're okay, and everyone involved is okay, and the person who did it is in jail. And now I have you here, in bed with me, taking care of me."

He shook his head. "Can I remember that line the next time I get hurt?"

Cissie wrinkled her nose at him. "No. Tim, I'm still half an hour from being able to take more painkillers. I need you to just be sympathetic right now."

Tim smiled and kissed her nose. "I love you, you know."

"I know. I love you too," she said, putting her head on his chest again. "Now shut up and help me get comfortable before I get cranky."

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[zoe-chan.livejournal.com]

Aww, Cissie. They are so adorable. And Cissie totally put Tim in his place there. ♥

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Aww...so cute. (I have said this a lot today.)

This was a really nice piece of fluff, and I love H/C (as you may have gathered). ;)

But then, I've loved all the fics you wrote yesterday! And no one could compete with the insane 66!!!!! fics someone wrote, but you did an awesome job! :D

(Also, I got an A in program eval. *dances*)

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

She so does not have enough pain meds in her system to deal with fretting!Tim. ;)

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Hee, I NEVER KNEW that about you. ;) I'm glad you liked them all! I had fun writing them anyway. I reeeally need to work on my Yuletide and DOOM fics now, though. :P

(YAAAAAAAY!! THAT IS AWESOME! :D)

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Poooor Cissie! /being lazy account-wise again.

I loved this. <3

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

GASP, Kon is commenting on my fic! ;)

I'm glad! :D (Clearly my plan to write again today has failed. Bleh. That stupid dream screwed me up for the whole day.)

Re: Possibly Altering Fate, possibly not?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

<3 your icon.

Stuuuupid dream. :-( But your writing yesterday was awesome and I love you anyway? I didn't do aaaaany.

Re: Unaware, Merlin/Arthur, PG

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

Comments

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

I ain't surprised that you prompted this :P Hope you like my fic ^^
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She shouldn't even have to say it anymore by now. She thought it was clear.
Apparently not, though. And she could handle the fact that the entire precinct thought she and Castle were dating. Even though they so were not, how could everyone not see that? Well, as long as people didn't start making comments about it, it would have been fine.
But guess what they did now.
Of course, the entire precinct had read Heat Wave. And now, they weren't shutting up about page 105. She could've told Castle in advance that this would happen, but he wouldn't have listened to her. He never did.
So now, everytime they were together, everyone would look at them, expecting them to kiss, jump in the nearest closet, whatever. And she wanted anything but that.
Seriously. He wasn't her boyfriend. No matter what they might think.

[colordrone.livejournal.com]

not the trope all verbatim-like, but...

Criminal Minds, Reid/author's choice, What does this button do?


“So…what the hell does...does that button do?”

“I…am not actually sure!” Reid straightened suddenly, like a marionette being jerked into the air- Hotchner tried not to chuckle as the young man managed to leave not only his satchel but also his sweater behind as he tripped towards the button panel, winding up crouched in front of the display with his expression. “I, I know that every button is labeled with a letter, a, a letter that matches up with the floor level, right? But color coding—“

Hotchner checked his watch, again. They had been stuck for twenty minutes, twenty minutes without air conditioning or even any light besides the red glow of the emergency lights- the rep had said they’d get the elevator moving in ten more minutes…and Reid was getting agitated- he could only explain the functions of the circuitry so many times.

“I understand the schematics for, uh, for the buttons here but that one’s…lavender…that’s strange, uh…”

“Reid.” Hotchner leaned back into the wall, closing his eyes, rolling his sleeves up. “It’ll be okay.”

His voice was small—“I know. I just don’t like it.”

The dark-haired man let himself relax somewhat. He didn’t trust the maintenance people to get them out any time soon, so he might as well get comfortable. “You have an eidetic memory, Reid. Put it to use.”

He darted back to his corner, cradling his sweater to his chest, looking like he’d been trying not to even breathe and shake the elevator—

“Tell me a story, Reid. Or poetry. Just…distract yourself.”

“Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;” recited the young man quickly, closing his eyes, fingers digging into the fabric. And Hotchner looked at the mirrored ceiling and watched. “Here doth the little night-owl make her throne, and the slight lizard show his jeweled head…”

There was worse company to have in an elevator, Hotch supposed. Much worse.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

'If we survive this-' John gasped in pain.
'We'll rescue Teyla and kill Michael.' Ronon finished for him.
'No. I mean yes, but I meant something more prosaic.'
'Prosaic?'
'Yeah, like 'if we survive this then we'll do what we've always wanted to do but never did.' That kind of thing.'
'We never watched the first three Star Wars films.' Ronon said.
'They're not worth it.' John groaned in pain when he tried to shift in a more comfortable position.
'You wanted to set up Teyla with Lorne.'
'That's a bit moot now that we found her people.'
'Surfing.'
'Huh?'
'If we survive this you'll teach me surfing on the mainland.' Ronon said.
'Okay. Three weeks camping at the beach and surfing.'
'Just us?'
'Just us.'

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

'We never watched the first three Star Wars films.' Ronon said.
'They're not worth it.' John groaned in pain when he tried to shift in a more comfortable position.

Hahaha, that rocks. :D

And the ending was adorable.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

Taking on an old prompt (Very early Oracleverse)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

"Why do you get to live? Huh?" Tim yelled as he dangled the criminal off the rooftop, snarling. "All your kind does is bring pain and suffering to the world. I should do the world a favor and just let you - "

All of a sudden, the bank robber was pulled out of Tim's hands at super-speed and deposited on an adjacent rooftop. Conner flew back over, hovering in front of Tim with a displeased look on his face.

"I was handling it, Conner."

"Yeah, I saw how you were handling it. That's why I decided to handle it. What the hell is going on, Tim?"

"I'm sick of it. I'm sick of their kind running around, hurting innocent people. It's time someone gave them something to be afraid of."

"Yeah, I think you've been doing that. I heard you put the Mad Hatter in traction the other day. Little harsh for a guy who thinks he's an Alice in Wonderland character."

"He's a child-kidnapper. I already got this lecture from Bruce, so if you don't mind - "

"Yeah, I mind!" Conner flew in front of Tim before he could turn away. "We're all hurting, man, but you've taken it to a whole new level. I know how hard this is, but - "

"Hard? You think this is hard? When Cissie wakes up - if she wakes up - we're all going to get a lesson in exactly what hard is. You heard what those doctors said."

Conner's eyes fell on a thick bandage covering Tim's left hand. "Oh, jeez, did you punch a wall?"

"Actually, I put it through a vending machine window." Tim muttered under his breath. "I'm fine."

"Geez, Tim." Conner shook his head. "You're not helping anyone like this. You're just driving yourself to the point where you're going to wind up in a hospital bed next to her. When she wakes up, she's going to need you, and - "

"And? What the hell am I going to do?" Tim yelled. "She's never going to walk again! Hell, she might never be able to use her arms again! How do I help her through that?"

"I don't know." Conner sighed. "I don't know much right now. But I do know this - she's going to need all of us. And that means I have to keep you from getting yourself killed. Hell, when's the last time you ate, even?"

"Last time I was at the hospital. Two days ago."

"That's it." Conner pulled Tim off the rooftop. "You're taking the rest of the night off. Best friend's orders."

Shortly afterwards, Tim had filled up on a mediocre burger and fries, and was back at the hospital. As he approached the room, he could hear the sound of the monitors beeping, making sure Cissie's vital signs were okay. Walking into the room, he knelt by the bed.

"I don't even know what I'm doing here, Ciss. I'm running myself ragged, trying to do something - anything - to feel like I'm making a difference. But this is the first time I feel like I'm completely poweless. You saved my life, and it cost you - God, it cost you everything." Tim bent his head down, leaning his forehead on Cissie's hand. "How am I ever supposed to repay that? I'd give anything to trade places with you - but I can't. I can't do anything besides be here. So if - when you wake up, I'm not going anywhere. Come what may. I'm going to help you fight this, as hard as you can. So...just wake up, and maybe we can beat this."

Tim paused as the rhythmic beat of the monitor kept going.

"God, please...just wake up."

Re: Taking on an old prompt (Very early Oracleverse)

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS. It's JUST what I needed and I've reread it like a dozen times now. ♥ Thank you so, so much. I can't help it--the bedside vigil thing TOTALLY hits my buttons every time. I blame the first Ninja Turtle movie; I imprinted young. ;)

Re: Taking on an old prompt (Very early Oracleverse)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Whee! (And I love that icon, BTW. :D)

Glad you liked it! I never saw that turtle movie. But I realized I had never done any Tim and Conner interaction in this verse, which is interesting, especially considering what happened in the verse where Cissie wasn't there.

Anyway, thanks! :D I left my prompts for today. I'll see if I can get any writing done outside of the other fic projects I have.

[gladdecease]

It starts out as an average day:

Shikamaru and Temari are walking down the street together.

They walk side by side down the street, him having claimed to be escorting a jounin representative of their ally, the Sand, she having protested the need for such an escort to the gates, both of them smiling small, secret smiles.

Ino, Chouji, and Asuma look on in various states of frustration and amusement.

"Who does he think he's kidding?" Ino demands, kicking at the dirt. "It's obvious they're dating. They don't need to hide from us."

"Actually," Chouji says, laughing, "they aren't."

"Wha?" Ino gapes.

"He's right," Asuma adds. "They're being clueless, Ino, not mean."

She sputters. "I don't believe it. I actually figured something out before Shikamaru?"

"I'm pretty sure we all did, this time."

All in all, it's a pretty strange day.