Monday: Domestic Bliss

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be tackling some daily life themes! Today's theme is DOMESTIC BLISS! Let’s explore the day-to-day things that bring our characters happiness.

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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, the best part of the day is coming back together at the end of it

+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, saving the world is good, but working around their house when they have downtime is better

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, family game night

+ Any, Any, moving in together

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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.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, the best part of the day is coming back together at the end of it

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, saving the world is good, but working around their house when they have downtime is better

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, family game night

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, moving in together

Filled: Justice League, Arthur/Barry

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

On AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12846504)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any m/m, presents

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MCU or Man from UNCLE or any fandom with spies, any ot3 or m/m, brunch

Fill: drabble: Spooks (MI5): Adam/Lucas

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“What kept you?” Adam Carter asked with a grin. “It’s not like you to be late for a meal.”

“The guy I was tailing had a very interesting conversation with someone he isn’t supposed to know, so I took a number of photos which probably won’t make Harry’s day, before joining you,” Lucas North replied. “Have you ordered for me?”

“Of course I have. You always choose the same thing, waffles with all the extras.”

“You’ll be having an omelette I assume?”

“Naturally.”

They began talking until their food arrived, when nothing was going to distract Lucas from his waffles.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrowverse or MCU or Justice League, any, the badass surprisingly likes to surround themselves with adorable things

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, nesting

Fill: Justice League 2017, Gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Bruce was confused when he stepped into the Batcave and heard bouncy pop music playing, mostly because he couldn’t understand it. And then he really listened and realized.

It was Korean music. K-pop, to be exact.

He followed the source of the music across the cave to a little workspace that was all inflatable dorm room furniture and milk crates. Barry was hunched over a magnifying glass on a stand, wielding a soldering iron.

It took Barry a moment to notice him, and he started, nearly burned himself. “Bruce. Hey! Just taking a break. From my apartment. You know how I am about people. And roommates. But mostly people.”

“I do know,” Bruce said. “Just clean up after yourself when you’re done.”

“Will do,” Barry said.

Bruce went to work on some more designs for signals for all of the Justice League. When he was finished, Barry was gone, his little workspace collapsed into three crates, one full of his soldering gear, one full of folded-up deflated furniture, and one with a little bluetooth speaker and charging cords for it and a smartphone.

Bruce stared down at them for a moment, then shrugged. They weren’t in the way. And he was prepared, the next time he came to the cave and heard K-pop playing softly in the corner.

Bruce was wary when he stepped into the Batcave and there were about a dozen more LCD flatpanel displays arranged in Barry’s little workspace corner. There was no K-pop music playing. There was heavy metal music playing. Background music for a video game. Barry was playing the game, but he wasn’t alone. Victor was beside him.

“Hey,” Barry protested. They were both sitting on milk crates. “This game is strictly hands only.”

“I am playing hands only,” Victor replied calmly. “I am just better at video games than you are.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“No super-speed either,” Victor added.

“No point. Video games aren’t fast enough for me.” Barry sighed noisily.

Bruce watched them play for a moment, then turned away, focused on his own work. So Barry was making himself comfortable. Bruce knew what it was like to grow up without parents, further isolated from his peers by his own brilliance and other life circumstances. If Barry wanted to spend time at the Batcave with what few friends he had, Bruce wouldn’t give him a hard time about it.

He was surprised, however, when he came to the Batcave one time and Victor was there by himself, sitting on a milk crate and watching the dozen screens all at once, soaking up the information.

“You have a father,” Bruce said, a little stupidly.

“And sometimes we need space from each other,” Victor said.

Bruce didn’t understand that, but he’d heard other people say it, so he said, finally, “You might want to think about a more comfortable chair. If you’re going to be here long.”

Victor nodded. “Don’t worry. Diana’s on it.”

“Diana?” Bruce echoed, but he supposed he shouldn’t have asked.

When he next stepped into his Batcave, Barry was hunched over another soldering project, but this time he was sitting on a proper rolling chair at a heavy, handsome desk, all dark wood and fine carving. The desk was on a nice rug. Victor was sitting in a comfy leather armchair, gazing at his television screens. There was an end table with an elegant lamp, a reproduction of a Venus de Milo beside it.
Diana was nowhere to be seen.

Bruce felt a little - stark, uncivilized, sitting at his glass-and-steel worktable, bathed in the blue glow of his computer monitors.

When he arrived in the Batcave one day and there was a massive, ornately decorated surfboard propped against one wall, and Arthur was tucked onto a suede sectional between Barry and Victor while they battled at video games and Diana looked on in amusement, he supposed he could no longer deny it: the others were nesting.

The piece of crystal from Clark’s Fortress of Solitude, though, resting on Barry’s worktable like an innocuous paperweight, was the last straw.

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Any, any/any, cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day

Any, An/Any, Cuddling by the fireplace

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"This is nice isn't it?" Alec asked as he settle down in front of the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the fire o his skin. He wore a hopelessly happy grin on his face as he looked at Magnus.

Magnus, on the other hand wore a sour expression on his face. Magnus crossed his arms over his chest and remained rooted on his spot on the couch. "What's so nice about it? It's cold, it's snowing and it'll just make a mess of the roads." He groused to Alec.

Alec chuckled at him. "Since when do you care about the roads? You don't even drive. You use magical portals to get around." He said with a smile. His blue eyes gleaming as he teased his lover.

Magnus just grunted a non syllable response at him. Alec got up and went into their bedroom, he returned with several pillows and an oversized blanket. He wiggled his eyebrows at Magnus and then turned away from him. Magnus watched at Alec arraigned the pillows in front of the fireplace and spread out the blanket over the soft plush carpet.

He was about to ask what Alec was doing when Alec disappeared into the kitchen. He cocked his head and listened, trying to distinguish the sounds of what Alec was dong. Couriosity was abut to get the better of him when Alec emerged with full hands. He set down two mugs and a thermos on the floor and then turned to Magnus. He grabbed the mage's hands and dragged him off the couch and over to the make-shift bed in front of the fireplace.

"What are you doing?" Magnus asked feeling a little silly.

"Cuddling with you in front of the fireplace, on a snowy day with hot chocolate." He said as if Magnus should have been aware of this all along.

"I didn't even know we had a thermos." Magnus said, his voice full of awe as he settled into Alec's arms.

Alec's lips quirked up into a sly grin. "There are plenty of things you don't know about. How about I teach you a few right now?" Alec said, his voice barely above a whisper as he started to kiss Magnus' neck.

"Oh, I like the sound of that. Who knew cuddling in front of the roaring fire on a snowy day could be so much fun?" Magnus barely get out before Alec's lips were crashing against his, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

"Shhh, you talk to much and you're over dressed." Alec breathed against his lips as he pulled the blanket up, covering them both. A moan escaped Magnus' lips as Alec pounced on him, leaving no doubt as to how much cuddling they were about to do. Neither of them gave another thought to the thermos of hot chocolate or the that had gotten pushed to the side.

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, huddled together in the morning, sharing the last cup of coffee before having to go out and buy more

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Any, Any, finding your lover inside a pillow fort, you decide to make hot cocoa before you join them(mini marshmallows optional)

Fill: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

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The fort took up the entire living room, and wasn’t even remotely what Steve expected to find when he came home from another round of training the young Avengers-wannabees. Every sheet and blanket and towel he and Bucky owned had been pressed into service and…was that the mattress from the guest room forming one wall?

“Bucky?”

The man in question hadn’t accompanied Steve to the training facility. He’d had a bad night – those were getting fewer and farther between, thankfully – and had insisted that Steve go without him. Which maybe hadn’t been the best plan, given the construct currently filling the room.

“In here.” Bucky’s voice was hushed, and muffled by the blankets.

Steve shucked his jacket and his shoes, and when he found the entrance he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled inside the fort. It was really well constructed, fairly solid considering the building materials, and blocked most of the light.

Bucky was sitting in the middle of it all, cross-legged on the bed pillows with Cat curled up in his lap purring like a rusty hinge. He was still wearing his pajamas.

“Hey,” he said. His hair was hanging in his face, usually a sign he didn’t feel like talking.

“Hey yourself,” Steve replied. He sat down, close enough that his knees knocked into Bucky’s. “You okay?”

“I was thinking how we used to build these when were kids,” Bucky said, still in that hushed tone. “A lot smaller, though. Your ma used to say we were snug as bugs in there.”

"I remember." Steve was glad that Bucky was getting so much of his past back. They'd grown up lean, learned to do without at a time when everyone else had to do the same, but for Steve those were some of the best years of his life. They'd been carefree in a way they never could be now.

"You remember we used to make up stories about Commander Sparks?"

That surprised a laugh out of Steve. "Hero of the Future," he chuckled.

"I think...did you make a book?"

"Yeah. Out of butcher paper and the back of used birthday wrap. We thought he was so cool." Steve grinned at the memory. He and Bucky would lay around their pillow fort and swap stories about Commander Sparks, a man from the future who traveled back in time to do things like save President Lincoln and stop the Depression before it started.

Back then when they'd built a fort, it was more than just a place to play; it was a sanctuary from bullies and food rations and Ma crying when she thought no-one could see. Steve looked at Bucky now and wondered if that was why he'd built the fort today. Maybe he just needed to recapture that old feeling again.

"We're missing one thing," he said. "Be right back."

Steve crawled out of fort and put the kettle on in the kitchen. He changed into an old, faded t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and, when the water boiled, filled a thermos with hot chocolate.

"Ma always made us cocoa," he said once he'd re-entered the fort. He handed Bucky the thermos and let him have the first swig.

Bucky closed his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. "More like hot milk with a dash of cocoa. I always loved it, though."

"I love you," Steve said.

He reached out tentatively, but Bucky opened his eyes and didn't pull away, so Steve tucked some of Bucky's hair behind his ear. Bucky leaned into his touch and Steve ended up cupping his lover's face in his hand, his thumb ghosting over Bucky's lips.

"We never did this in a fort," Steve said, and leaned in for a kiss.

Kissing Bucky was like going back home gain, only someone had completely redecorated while he was gone. There was familiarity, but also a newness, an uncertainty that made it all somehow better.

Bucky put the cap on the thermos, dislodged Cat from his lap -- which was not well received from the feline in question -- and pushed Steve back on the pillows.

"I'm glad you're home," he murmured against Steve's lips.

As it turned out, adult-sized pillow forts could be just as enjoyable as the ones they'd built as kids.

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Any, Any, watching people Christmas shop together, knowing you both finished in August and can relax

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Any, Any, snuggling up for movie night

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis (canon or AU), John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, waking up on Christmas morning

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Stargate Atlantis (canon or AU), Evan Lorne/David Parrish, "Any excuse for a slow dance with my husband"

Fill: Wedding Planners post-Atlantis AU

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"The flowers are just to die for, aren't they?" The bride's mother was incredibly drunk and inches away from spilling her glass of wine all over Evan's shirt. He'd already had to change shirts twice from kitchen mishaps.

He tried to edge away, but she'd sunk her claws into his arm.

"Yes, the flower arrangements are very artful. In precisely the colors your daughter wanted." And that hadn't been easy at all, Evan and David up at all hours, tinkering with dye-to-water ratios with carnations for weeks on end.

"The cake, though," the bride's mother continued. "I'd kill for another slice of that cake. Or the man who made it."

How the woman's hand got from his arm to his ass that fast, Evan would never know. Years of military training were what enabled Evan to extricate himself with maximum efficiency.

"I'm already taken, and you are very drunk." Evan smiled tightly at the woman and made a beeline for the dance floor. On the way, he spotted David, and he reached out, caught his elbow. "Sorry," he said, to the random wedding party relative David was talking to, "but I need him. Emergency wedding consult."

"Of course," the man said, confused.

David waved before he allowed Evan to tow him toward the dancefloor. Evan was heading for the doors so they could get out and get away from the crazy, but then he heard the music fade, and the lights went down, and okay, he and David hadn't been in charge of the music, the groom had insisted he knew a good deejay, but what was going on?

Evan had a bad feeling when a spotlight fixed on him and David.

The bride's voice spilled over the PA system. "I just wanted to thank the two people who helped make today possible. Without them, we wouldn't have had any of the lovely flowers or amazing food or any of the other beautiful little touches that made today magical."

"Uh-oh," Evan said.

"Almost feels like a Wraith culling beam," David murmured.

"You never encountered one in real life."

"Bet this is what it'd feel like."

"Closer than you know."

The bride cooed, "Thank you, Evan and David!"

There was scattered applause from the shadows around the dancefloor. Evan and David smiled graciously, waved, and then Evan went to steer David toward the door, but then a song started.

A slow song.

David blinked. "Oh, I -"

"Well," Evan said, thinking of the bride's handsy mother, "any excuse for a slow dance with my husband, hm?" And he slid his arms around David, held him close, began to sway to the music.

"Any excuse?" David whispered.

"Any," Evan said. "We can do this again at home, if you like."

"You promise?"

"I promise.

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Breakfast with Scot, Eric/Sam, Falling into bed Sunday night after an exhausting, kid-filled weekend

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Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, Taking Dr Watson for a walk

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Any, Any male/Any male, Happy that their plans fell through so they can stay at home together, just the two of them.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, making dinner for their partner

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, part 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(For a loose definition of "partner" anyway. A get together fic set in early season 3.)

Cordy and Angel went into the kitchen of the Hyperion to see what was available to eat. The others had either gone to bed or left for their homes, and after Cordy had helped Angel put down Connor for the night, he had offered to make Cordy a late dinner since she was still hanging around.

Angel didn’t consider himself much of a cook, but he could make a few simple and edible dishes. Cordy had mastered the art of popping waffles in the toaster, but anything more complicated might result in a small fire or the food being burned. As a result, Angel had ended up making more than a few breakfasts and dinners for Cordy even though he didn’t get any nutrition out of normal human food.

To be honest, Angel didn’t mind taking care of Cordy this way. In fact, he would gladly take care of her for the rest of his life. He hadn’t vocalized that feeling even once, or any of the more problematic feelings associated with that sentiment. Angel wasn’t sure if he could, but he felt content to take care of Cordelia for as long as she would let him.

Once they were in the kitchen, Cordelia immediately took a seat at the small, empty table. She slumped back in the chair and yawned.

“Tired?” Angel asked sympathetically.

Cordy glanced down at her watch. “Well, it is 1 a.m.”

“That’s late even for us. I’ll go see what we have.”

Angel looked through the fridge and cupboards and quickly figured out that he would need to do some grocery shopping soon. His supply of blood was fine, but there wasn’t very much for the humans who made use of his kitchen.

Angel returned to the counter. “We don’t have a lot. Your options are pretty much spaghetti or waffles.” He smiled to himself. “So I guess it depends on if you want a late dinner or an early breakfast.”

“Dinner sounds good.”

“Spaghetti it is, then.”

Angel got out the ingredients for spaghetti, a sauce pan, and a pot to boil water in. While he was doing all of that, Cordy turned on the small television in the room and changed the channel to the national news.

As Angel set up the water and heated up the pre-made marinara sauce, Cordy kept him company. She made several sarcastic comments about the news stories on TV, which made Angel chuckle.
Eventually, the comments slowed down and then ceased entirely. In between stirring the sauce and adding the dried pasta to the pot, Angel glanced over at Cordy. He grinned fondly when he saw that she had fallen asleep. Her head was lying on top of her arms, and her mouth was slightly open as she snored. It wasn’t the most elegant Cordelia had ever been, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Angel turned away to focus on the food, humming as he worked.

It didn’t take long for Cordy’s spaghetti to be done. Angel drained the pasta before ladling it out onto a plate and pouring the sauce on top. He had grated parmesan, so he sprinkled some of that on top as well. He got out a fork and poured a glass of milk and then he set everything out on the table in front of her.

Angel gently shook Cordy’s shoulder to wake her up. She blinked her eyes open sleepily, and Angel smiled down at her. “Dinner’s ready.”

She straightened up. “Right, thanks.”

Angel left to go heat up a mug of blood for himself in the microwave. When he returned and sat down at the table across from her, Cordy had alright started in on her spaghetti.

“Mmm.” She swallowed the bite in her mouth, and licked her lips. “This is really good. Thank you.”

Angel shrugged humbly, hiding his pleased smile behind his mug. “I’m glad you like it.”

Cordy ate silently for a few minutes, and Angel sipped at his blood. But mostly, he occupied himself by watching her. Lately, Angel had found that he could stare at Cordelia all day long. He was fascinated by the way her hazel eyes glowed in the dim light, the way she carefully twirled noodles around her fork, the way she was smirking at him as she took a sip of milk… Wait a minute.

Cordy let out a light laugh. “You know, a long time ago, I would have been creeped out by someone watching me while I ate like this.”

Angel smirked. “Didn’t you want to be an actress? I’m just preparing you for the paparazzi.”

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, quiet moments after the kids are asleep

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Drew sprawled out on the couch next to Rick. “What were we thinking?”

“That we’re Rangers and we can handle anything,” Rick answered. “Are they all asleep?”

“Brianna’s in her room and Thing One and Thing Two are down for the count.”

Rick nudged Bear until the dog moved and he had room to stretch his legs out. “You really need to stop calling them Thing One and Thing Two.”

Drew’s eyes drifted shut. “I blame TC.”

Rick snorted a laugh. “I don’t think TC knows Doctor Seuss.”

“Whatever. Brianna was never this difficult.”

“Brianna also wasn’t nine month old twins,” Rick pointed out.

Drew rolled his head to the side until he could look at his husband. “What possessed me to agree to two babies? Plural? Because I’m pretty sure I remember you saying you wanted a baby. Singular.”

Rick leaned over, cradling Drew’s face in his warm hands, and kissed the other man deeply. “Does that refresh your memory?”

“That’s fighting dirty,” Drew said.

“No.” Rick settled his hand in Drew’s lap. “That’s fighting dirty.”

Drew bucked up into Rick’s grasp, rolling his hips into the pressure. Rick grinned at the reaction, leaning over again to kiss Drew again, before thumbing the button of his jeans open. He slipped his hand inside, smiling into their kiss as Drew groaned.

“Dads!” Brianna’s voice, heavy with censure, came from behind them.

Drew’s head thunked against the back of the couch, thankful that she was behind them and couldn’t actually see over the back of the couch. “What are you doing out of bed, Brianna?”

“James is awake,” she explained.

Rick heaved himself to his feet as Drew did up his pants. “I got him,” Rick said. “You put them down. I’ll see why he’s awake again.” As he passed Brianna, he put his arm around her, pulling her towards the bedrooms. “Come on, time for you to be in bed.”

“Night, Dad Drew. Love you,” she called over her shoulder.

“Night, Brianna. Love you,” Drew called.

Rick kissed Brianna on the head before sending her to her room, then continued onto the twins’ room. James was sitting up in his crib. “You’re supposed to be asleep,” he informed the baby, even as he lifted him out of the crib. It was a matter of a few minutes work to get James changed and tuck him back into bed. “Now,” he whispered to the little boy, “stay asleep, okay? I want to have some alone time with your other dad.” When he turned around, he noticed Drew waiting.

“Was just James awake?” Drew asked from where he waited in the doorway. “What about Daniel?”

“Just James. Needed to be changed,” Rick answered. He stalked towards Drew, backing him out of the twins’ room. “Why don’t we pick up our discussion in our room?”

“I like the way you think,” Drew said with a grin.

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Wynonna Earp, Nicole Haught/Waverly Earp, cuddling on the couch

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Nicole’s injury really wasn’t life threatening, but Waverly insisted she stay at the ranch so the younger Earp sister could fuss over her.

“You know I’m capable of taking care of myself,” Nicole commented as Waverly flittered around the main room of the house.

“But this way I get to spend time with you,” Waverly explained.

“Well, you aren’t spending time with me,” Nicole corrected. “You’re way over there.”

With a huffed laugh, Waverly curled up on the couch next to her. Nicole lifted the blanket allowing Waverly to scoot underneath. After a moment, Nicole rested her head against Waverly’s shoulder. “Yeah, this is perfect,” she said with a sigh.

Waverly giggled, pressing a kiss to Nicole’s head. “Rest. I’ll be right here.”

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Flash (tv), Cisco Ramon/Harry Wells, cooking dinner together

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Power Rangers (2017), Billy Cranston/Jason Scott, breakfast in bed

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Justice League (cartoon), Audrey/Diana, "Welcome home."

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any, any m/m or f/f, dancing together when their song comes on the radio