Tuesday - Party Dress

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Hi everybody! I'm lovesrogue36 and I'll be your host for the (rest of the) week.

Your prompt for this crisp, November day is Party Dress. Whether your characters are getting all dolled up for a night staying in, going to the party of the year or shopping for that perfect wedding gown, anything party-related is more than welcome!

No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.)
No spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces. This is especially important since we've hit premiere season with tv shows.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.

Eastwick, Kat/Darryl, he likes to buy her pretty things
Leverage, Nate/Sophie, that purple dress does things to his imagination

If nothing catches your eye today, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Eastwick, Kat/Darryl, he likes to buy her pretty things

[orphan-project.livejournal.com]

Darryl likes to think that he has good choice in fashion. He's well aware that many women like the finer things in life, even if they don't ask for it. Which is why he dotes on the three women. And although he's made more passes at Mia, he's actually more interested in spoiling Kat.

She has a way or making every little gift something more.

So tonight as she pulls the black dress out of the box and her eyes light up, Darryl knows that it's going to be a good night.

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, that purple dress does things to his imagination

[misura.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Wash/Zoe/Mal, wedding gown

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Alright, I hope you enjoy this.

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There was a compromise of sorts on the day of the wedding.

See, Wash had dreamed of his wife in a gown fitting for the magnificent flower that she would be. As a little child, he would picture enormous ball gowns he only ever seen people wear in the movies he got off the core feeds. As a teen, ball gowns turned into more slim fitting dresses. Hugging the curves of the girls he had crushes all through out his school years. Then later those dresses changed into simple but none the less elegant use of flowing fabrics. The color never changed. White, always white and perfect.

When Zoe finally said yes (while in the middle of a job, with her cleaning a gun and he kneeling beside her chair), she hadn’t realize the extent of Wash’s expectations.

They both wanted a simple wedding. That they could agree on, but the dress was another matter all together. Going through dozens of dresses and gowns on handfuls of planets, they couldn’t find one that Zoe liked and that Wash picked out, and what Zoe picked out, Wash didn’t like. None of the dresses Wash picked he actually saw on his wife-to-be, she wouldn’t let him. But the ones she did choose and tried on, he did see, and he wasn’t even going to pretend to understand why that was. He just let it be.

Finally they stopped talking about dresses all together, it became like one of Jayne’s guns. They knew they were eventually going to have to use it, but they didn’t want to provoke the topic.

It was Mal that came up with a solution, the day of the wedding.

“Do you trust me?” He said.

They both looked at him and said no.

“Look, this ain’t a science. I got this. Hold tight for a coupla hours and I’ll see you at the Church.”

They agreed mostly because he left them before they could stop him and Zoe was honestly curious to see what the hell her Captain had in store; Wash was antsy.

“You think this is going to end well?” He asks the woman who will be his wife in a few simple hours, she chuckles,

“God no,” she leans in to kiss her man, “but it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“You know, I still liked the whole being naked idea. That was a good idea.” They begin walking toward the small church.

“Don’t think being naked in church is looked well upon by the eyes of the Lord.”

“Pretty sure we were created naked. Weren’t we?” She laughs at him, leaning into his side while the walk.

“There’ll be plenty of time to be naked later.” Wash’s smile becomes brighter at that prospect.

A couple of hours pass and Mal finally finds himself in the church carrying a bag over his shoulder, looking a little more dirty than the last time they saw him.

“Gotten into any trouble, sir?” Zoe asks as Mal is handing over the bag to Zoe casually.

“Naw, no more than the usual scuffle,” he brushes some dirt from his coat, “now go around back and change, don’t want to keep your husband waiting.”

She stares at him for a moment before leaving to change. Wash goes to follow but Mal stops him.

“Nope, Husband don’t get to see the dress and all it contains until the wedding,” before Wash can protest Mal continues, “now you go get changed, don’t want the little misses to wait on you, do you?”

Mal settles himself in a pew and waits.

Jayne arrives just as Wash finishes changing and settles himself at the head of the aisle. Everyone takes their places. When Zoe appears-

When Zoe appears Wash doesn’t know which part of his wife to look at. Her face, her hands, her body, for Godsake, her eyes, everything is as it should be; she’s not beautiful because that doesn’t describe her enough; Wash can’t think of a word that would encompass everything that his wife is. Zoe. He decides that all he can call her is Zoe and it is enough and smiles.

She smiles and he forgets about the dress.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Jane and Cho, shopping for Cho's new outfit in "Crimson Casanova"

No fic, but... icon!

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Oh, I want to see this! And I also wanted to flash my icon. :D

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, wedding fairy

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot, how one of the party dresses Parker wore during a con wound up in Eliot's closet

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean (or Sam/Dean), Dean went to his prom and Sam kept the dress in a box that Dean's date left behind

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Sam told himself that Dean might want it someday, as he folded up the dress neatly and put it in a box. He might want a memento of his prom, so Sam should save it. Just in case.

Sam ran his hand over the dark pink cloth in the cardboard box. Some pretty fabric, translucent and thin, and below it a smooth satin in the same color. The dress was longer and fancier with more shiny stuff all over it than a normal dress. Sam didn't know all the words for girls' clothes, but he knew this dress was special.

Dean had been with lots of girls. But he never let one spend the night. Obviously, this dress was very, very special.

Sam put the lid on the box and stuck in the back of his closet, beneath some old clothes that Sam had outgrown (and that Dean had outgrown before him). He thought about the girl, sandy-colored hair in a mess, walking around the kitchen in the morning wearing Dean's shirt and sweatpants. Dean and her joking that they had no idea where they had even left the dress, that they had looked for an hour for it.

Then they noticed Sam standing there. And Dean put some cereal in a paper cup for her and offered to drive her home. On their way out, she had patted Sam on the head and gave him a smile, as if he were a small child. Sam had seen her the night before, before they had left for the prom, and she had been so beautiful that it made Sam's heart turn in circles. Not that he wanted her, just that he wanted ... something.

But now, as she laughed with Dean on her way out, as if they two alone had some special language that only older kids could speak, as she walked comfortably around in Dean's clothes and found excuses to put her hand on Dean's arm or chest, Sam felt something cold and heavy inside of him.

The next day, when Sam found her dress under the couch, he thought about giving it to Dean, so Dean could drive to her house to see her and give it back. But Sam decided to keep it. Just in case.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, the white suits

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Nagi in his brand new white dress suit is the funniest thing that Schuldig has seen in weeks; he's practically drowning in it, especially compared to the uniform he usually affects, and Christ, the look on his face, like he can't decide whether to be proud or embarrassed or awkward - it's more than worth having to wear one of the damn things himself.

At least his tailor had eyes, even if the lines of the suit still aren't quite to his liking. He manages to keep it down to a wide smirk, however, if only because the kid's gotten a lot stronger since they started really working with him and he doesn't feel like playing chicken with a wall before a big job.

Next time just give him one of yours, it'll fit better, he tells Crawford, who rolls his eyes at him and steers Nagi towards the door. I'm serious.

Mr Rosenthal provided it.

It's more of an explanation than Schuldig had been anticipating, and less of one than he'd like. He just have bad taste, or is there something more to it?

Why don't you find that out?

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Alec, he saw Max all dressed up to attend a party with Logan

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Evan Lorne, Dress Blues

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Kavanaugh, tuxedo.

(Why yes, I do have a desire to imagine Ben Cotton in a tux, so sue me!)

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

'Nervous?' Lorne smirked as he fixed Kavanagh's bow-tie, the duty of a best man.
'Petrified.'Kavanagh rolled his eyes but Lorne could see right through his friend's bravado. Everyone was nervous before their wedding, everyone, no exeptions granted.
'He'll be there, don't worry.' Lorne reassured him.
'I said I'm fine, Evan.' Kavanagh snapped.
'It's your wedding. It's okay to be nervous, even for you. I bet Bates is biting his fingernails as we speak.' He took the jacket from the hanger and held it out for Kavanagh to slip into. Lorne stepped in front of him to straighten his lapels. Even his wild, curly mane had been tamed into a braid.
'How do I look?' Kavanagh asked.
'You look good.' Lorne smiled: 'In fact I'd like you to pose for me in that tux once.' He slapped Kavanagh's shoulder lightly:
'Come one, let's make a honest man out of you.'

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

SGA, any and all, the rules change and someone decides Atlantis needs a gay pride parade

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

SGA, Cadman/?, period fic(civil, WWl, or WWll era), Cadman dresses as man to go to war

SGA, Cadman/Lorne, period fic(civil, WWl, or WWll era), Cadman dresses as man to go to war

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Laura stares at her reflection in the mirror, as she stands dressed in the uniform she had sewn with her hair cut short. She feels almost naked without her layers of petticoats and skirts; she had been told it was unnatural for a woman to wear pants and she'd always believed it. She hadn't known, however, how freeing it would be to not be burdened by the pounds of clothing she wore each day. A lady would never wear pants, a voice nags in her head. A patriotic woman makes bandages and knits socks for the soldiers defending the Union. She tells the voice to hush. The war between the states has already raged for two long years; she has lost a brother and a cousin. Her other brother came home without his arm. The distance of time between the letters from her fiance grows as their mood sombers. He is completely honest with her as so few of the soldiers are with their loved ones, telling her of the battles and the wounded and the dead. She is doing this so that she can watch over Evan, keep her sweetheart safe. But, she realizes as she grabs her father's gun, slips out the back door and heads to war, she is doing this for herself as well. She needs to protect her loved ones, and just the smallest part of her needs to see the country and what's out there too.

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Teyla, dressing for the occasion

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

Psych, Shawn/Lassie, civil war reenactment: "Period military is not the dress code of a straight man"

(yes I stole the line from Torchwood but I can't be the only one who thought it!)

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neil, that damned hat

White Collar, Peter/Neil, that damned hat

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

It was the hat, had to be. Peter could see no other reason as to why he, a happily married man, was currently pinning a grinning Neal Caffrey to a wall while doing his best to kiss that grin off his face. Of course it could also be the flirting, or his wicked mind or possible the fact that he looked damned right edible in that three piece suit.

"I can hear you thinking, stop." Neal said as he shifted just enough to get their groins to grind together. The sensation made Peter hiss and pull the other man closer.

"Fine, but this is still all your fault."

"Sure, whatever you say..." Neal slid his fingers into Peters hair and crushed their lips together again while arching off the wall in search of more pressure.

Peter's last coherent thought before Neal's clever fingers stole his ability to think was how much Elisabeth was going to love hearing about this...

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Zoe, slinky dress

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose, "Bad things happen when you wear that suit"

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Batclan, dress code

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

The Manor had a very strict dress code. No capes or cowls allowed above the stairs. No masks outside the cave.

On the very rare occasions they had to come in via the house – Alfred was always ready with a change of clothing and a reproving smile. He’d even had a massive shower/ decontamination unit set up in the cave so they had no excuse to track the mud of the streets through the house.

When they were home, they were home. The house didn’t belong to that world of pain and blood and vengeance. Or at least that was what Alfred tried for.

Even if it didn’t always work out.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason/Tim, tuxedo

Penguin Suit, Jason/Tim, PG

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

Jason... Jason looked very good in a tux and Tim was sorry that he wasn't able to see him at the party that night. He'd been on security with Dick and had to pull his weight.

But he digressed. Jason looked downright sexy and Tim was finding it difficult to keep his hands off him while he go undress.

"Wanna' help?" He jumped to it.

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Zachary Zatara, Zat loves to party

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Steph Brown/Traci 13, a Teen Titans party

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Lex/Tim, all dressed up with no place to go

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't be here."

"I know," Roy said, continuing to stare at the monitor showing Lex's penthouse bedroom. It had taken Kryptonian technology to get this window into Tim's life. Roy thought that he might have developed a fetish for watching Tim sleep in Lex's arms. Or maybe it was just a fetish for watching the sexy creature that Tim has become, especially when he's wrapped up in bondage gear, gags and chains.

"Roy." Bruce's hand rests heavily on Roy's shoulder.

"Look at him." Roy pointed at the screen. "He's all dressed up with no place to go. You know how long it's been since he went on patrol?"

"Six days, eighteen hours, twenty-seven minutes," Bruce replied with a tired sigh. "He's injured. He can't patrol."

"And Lex is keeping him that way!" Roy bellowed. He bolted to his feet and started pacing. "You can see it as well as I can. He's deliberately injuring Tim just enough that he won't leave the penthouse. His grades have dropped at school. His teachers are getting worried. His friends are so freaked out that Tim won't be around them anymore. He hasn't visited once since he went to stay with Lex. Lex is becoming his entire world!"

Bruce looked at him with that blank Batman face that said he was controlling every emotion he'd ever had. He tapped several keys on the controls, calling up the defenses that Lex had put in around Tim. The school was guarded. His penthouse was a fortress. Every single point where they could have gotten at Tim was protected in one way or the other.

"Literally no place to go," Bruce said in his gravely Bat-voice.

"There has to be a way to get him out," Roy said. Rage at Lex and worry for Tim clawed at his heart. There had to be a way.

"None that are safe, sane or legal," Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Even Clark can't get close because of the kryptonite."

Roy nodded, understanding Bruce's reluctance to allow Clark to risk himself. Just like Tim and Dick, Clark was entirely too caring and too willing to put himself in harm's way. He'd go in and get himself killed if Bruce gave him a chance. Roy didn't blame Bruce for not wanting to risk his lover's life for Tim. He just couldn't go on like this anymore.

"Then it's time to do something insane, unsafe and violently illegal," Roy declared.

"What are you going to do?" Bruce asked, snapping his head around to stare at Roy.

"Don't ask," Roy said, heading for the elevator up to the manor. "I won't tell you. Just be ready for Tim when I get him back here. He's going to need a lot of help."

Roy looked back at Bruce, asking him silently to trust Roy, to help him. Bruce looked at him for a long moment and then nodded. Roy's shoulders relaxed a little and he entered the elevator with a slightly lighter heart. Come what may he was getting Tim out of there. Now he just had to get Jason in on this and they should be good to go.

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy/Tim, cuff links

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Roy/Tim, top hats and tails