Tuesday: 100 Words

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m username and today's theme is 100 Words. Prompts can be anything at all you like, but all fills must be 100 words, or multiples of 100 words (double, triple fills, etc., are fine).

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...
+ Supernatural, Dean/Crowley - saving face
+ White Collar, Peter/Neal - manipulation
+ The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor - he sucks at keeping secrets

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 2018 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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[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, silence

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any (except DC/Batman), any, somebody just lit a batsignal on top of the police station

Gargoyles Fill

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Elisa looks in astonishment at the bright light shining from the police station. She ignores her grumbling partner. It’s a beautiful light, but this isn’t Gotham City. It’s been a long, hard day, but suddenly, she starts to giggle. She never giggles.

“Who the heck would’ve done that?”

She barely glances at him but does stop laughing. She’s still smiling, though knowing the situation has to be serious. “They’re trying to get my attention.” Thinking she needs to warn Hudson about the boys bringing the things they see on television to life, she heads for her clan and their Batsignal.


The End

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Crowley - saving face

[katleept.livejournal.com]

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!!!



He had to save face. He had to let the Winchesters go. He was the King of Hell; no mortal should have such a pull on him! Yet he didn’t expect it to hurt so much when he let Dean tell him they were over. He didn’t expect his old, blackened heart to ache every time Dean looked through him or, worse yet, hated him. He definitely didn’t expect to feel so free when he died, but one look in Dean’s eyes in that last moment made all of Crowley’s suffering worth it. The boy had loved him after all.

The End

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal - manipulation

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor - he sucks at keeping secrets

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, forehead kiss

Fill, RPF, Scott Moir/Tessa Virtue

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

I somehow by actually managed to get this exactly 100 words on the first try!

Using the poetry form of the pantoum. Well to be fair I don't do the syllable counts the correct way.

---
His lips forever on her skin
Sometimes ever so gently
Others an unexpected force
The forehead kisses meant the most

Sometimes ever so gently
The love he had for her
The forehead kisses meant the most
And spoke more then words could

The love he had for her
Equaled her love for him
And spoke more then words could
What they had couldn't be defined

Equaled her love for him
Trust, fate, soulmates?
What they had couldn't be defined
For her it's perfection

Trust, fate, soulmates?
Others an unexpected force
For her it's perfection
His lips forever on her skin
---

But really it could fit for ant ship; just these two have been on my mind the last few days...

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

The Boondock Saints, Il Duce, favorite son

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Ouran High School Host Club, Souh Tamaki+/any, misunderstanding

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, silence

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

MCU, Natasha Romanov/+Pepper Potts, dusk

triple!fill: in the moments in-between (natasha/pepper).

[extricate.livejournal.com]

It always as night begins to fall that Pepper's worst fears come out to play. Never in the dead of night, when she might think to expect it, but as the daylight fades and dusk brightens the skies with stars. It's then that ice sinks into her veins and the worries she can usually push away threaten to overwhelm her.

Her thoughts are a whirlwind of bright red hair and sharp green eyes, memories of pale skin soft beneath her fingers and breathless laughter in her ear. She understands that Natasha's job is dangerous but she doesn't have to like it, can't help but want to steal Natasha away and lose herself in a world just for two.

Her phone chimes and she glances at it, her heart skipping a beat as she registers Natasha's name. Almost a year together and simple things still give her butterflies.

The message is a selfie of her and Clint in combat gear, smiling brightly. They look tired and dirty but clearly unharmed. In the background, Phil looks on with affectionate exasperation.

The accompanying text reads: Success! We're coming home! I love you.

Pepper will always be grateful for Phil's steady, watchful presence as Natasha and Clint pull off missions Pepper will never have clearance to know about. She trusts Phil to bring them home safely.

She sends back I've missed you. I'll be waiting. I love you too and sets her phone aside.

The sky has darkened to the beginnings of an inky blue-black and the stars sparkle crystal clear in contrast. Pepper steps out onto the balcony and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air, smiling as she realises that tonight she won't be sleeping alone.

She turns to pack up her papers. It's time for her to go home.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, any character(s), awakening

The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor (Triple Fill)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"So... kissing is 'gross', huh?"

"Unequivocally disgusting," Michael confidently affirms, sitting back in his chair and surveying the office he'll be leaving behind forever in just a few hours. He's distracted by his thoughts, and so doesn't see Eleanor coming until he idly turns his chair, and she's standing practically between his legs, giving him a dark, calculating look that sets a strange shivering sensation deep in his stomach.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, buddy." Her words are light, but her tone is low and knowing.

She leans in, placing a hand on the back of his chair and pushing him back a little, off-balance. He lets out a startled yelp of protest, but it's silenced by her mouth on his, her free hand cupping the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair and refusing to allow him his automatic attempt at escape.

And then... he doesn't exactly want to, anymore. The sensations washing over him are foreign and overwhelming and unquestionably just so very... human, and... he has to admit, anything but "gross". She pulls back before he's ready, smirking at him when he automatically leans forward in his chair, seeking continued contact. She lets go of him and steps back, leaving him staring after her as she turns and walks away.

She stops at the door, turning back for a moment with an easy smile that's a lot more like the Eleanor he's come to know, as she shrugs a little. "Just thought, since we're all probably about to die in a few hours, that's... one human experience you shouldn't die without... experiencing."

He swallows slowly, his mouth dry, his voice hoarse. "Th-thank you?"

Her eyes light up, warm and affectionately amused. "Anytime," she replies softly before closing the door behind her.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Law and Order: SVU, Olivia Benson/Rafael Barba - prison changes a man

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - he doesn't want to admit that his feelings are hurt

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - rescue

SPN, Sam/Gabriel - Rescue

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

He wasn’t sure who rescued who first but they had come to each other’s aid. They had found each other in the midst of such chaos surrounding the broken world. It had been a miracle in and of itself that they had looked past the angel and hunter personas to find each other.

Sam had been so lonely with only Dean at his side, his constant in his life. He’d never dreamed of taking the chance to be with another. To give himself over to love. To let another, other than Dean, rescue him from himself, the sadness he felt, the emptiness that consumed him. The utter despair he woke to every day and drifted off to sleep to every night

But Gabriel had. He’d stepped in, saw how broken he was and made him whole. He’d let the angel touch him, reach into his soul and heal him from the inside out. He hadn’t even known he’d needed rescuing until it happened. Now he had another live for.

And in turn, he’d done the same for his angel. He’d pulled the angel from his own despair. Given him a reason to care again. A reason to love without regret

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Shape of Water, Dmitri | Bob Hoffstetler/Giles, future

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce Banner/Valkyrie, recognition

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Mindhunter, Bill Tench/Holden Ford, bed sharing

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: AOS, Christopher Pike/Nero, unexpected

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Buzzfeed Unsolved RPF, Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej, going to a popcorn festival

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Cain + Eve, "Hello, Mother."

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Darcy Lewis, bouncing back

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Any, any, finally feeling warm again

X-Men Bank (Bobby/Hank) Fill x4

[katleept.livejournal.com]

He didn’t know his first kiss would be like this. He’s been kissed before by a few of the girls at the school he went to before coming here. He’s been kissed on the forehead and on the cheek, never on the lips, but he’s also never been kissed by a guy.

He’s never felt fur brush against his lips. He never even had a pet growing up -- his father wouldn’t allow that, among many, many other things --, but the lips pushing against his go far beyond any dog’s or cat’s, even a big cat’s. Bobby’s quite sure there’s nothing like the lips pressed against his now in the whole, wide world. There may be other furry mutants, but there’s only one Hank McCoy.

He’d forgotten what it felt like to be warm. When he’d first started turning cold, his father had grunted he simply needed to fight off the sickness. His mother had cried and prayed over him, all to no avail; finally, she’d called upon the Professor. Professor Xavier had come and pulled him out of his ice. He’d helped him to realize that there was nothing wrong with him for being a mutant, and perhaps there was nothing wrong with this either. How could it be when it feels so wonderful?

Bobby’s been cold inside for years now. It’s part of being the Iceman, of being who he is, but right now, he doesn’t feel cold at all. He moans against Hank’s lips for the kiss feels so good. His boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to slide his tongue into Bobby’s mouth and wrap it around Bobby’s own tongue. It’s a good thing he’s not a man made of ice right now, because if he was, Bobby’s quite certain he’d be melted.

He opens his eyes a crack and sees Hank’s glasses are beginning to steam. Seeing his look, Hank worries. He lifts his mouth from his and almost doesn’t hear the soft, plaintive sound Bobby makes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bobby whispers, stroking his fur. “Nothing at all.” And for the first time, he realizes, it’s true. There’s nothing wrong! He’s loved, and he loves the man who loves him. He’s a mutant, but it’s just the way God made him just like He made him to love this man. “Kiss me again,” he whispers. Hank obliges, his touch, his kiss, his love answering all of Bobby’s unspoken prayers.


The End

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Persuasion, Anne Elliot, sea breeze

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Anne Elliott stood on the Cobb at Lyme Regis and looked across the English Channel. The breeze tugged at her bonnet strings and she put one hand on the bonnet not wanting it to blow away. Facing the breeze she imagined what it had been like for Captain Wentworth, coping with stronger winds and meeting Napoleon’s ships in battle. As she did so she stumbled slightly and brought her hands forward in case she fell, before remembering the precarious state of her bonnet. So holding fast to the ribbons she made her way along the Cobb to join the others.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Jessica Cruz, fear itself

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

American Horror Story, Marie Leveau, "I have no time for cheap stage magicians."