Thursday's pinch hit: Three Things
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comment_ficToday's theme is Three Things. Prompts can be three random words, three physical objects, three verbs, three expressions--any grouping of three.
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...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, jealousy, sex, declaration
+ Any, Any, 3 weekly chores: wash the clothes, take out the trash, and probably get to that assassination assignment
+ Any, Any, journalist, insult, guide
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.
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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...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, jealousy, sex, declaration
+ Any, Any, 3 weekly chores: wash the clothes, take out the trash, and probably get to that assassination assignment
+ Any, Any, journalist, insult, guide
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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Date: 2018-04-05 12:16 pm (UTC)Any, any/any, rain, kiss, love
Date: 2018-04-05 05:58 pm (UTC)"Join me," Magnus said as he extended a hand toward Alec.
A smile quickly lit up Alec's features as he took the offered hand and found himself pulled outside, pressed up against Magnus' warm body as a cold rain permeated their clothing.
"It's raining," Alec chuckled out against Magnus' neck as he pressed his lips to the tender flesh.
"Hmm," was the only response from Magnus as he cupped Alec's face, bringing him in for a needy kiss.
They had kissed countless times before but each one was more special than the next. This one was only shared between them. This was only for themselves, no one else there to spy on their love.
The rain began to soak through their clothing, plastering it to heated bodies as they continued to kiss under a darkened, starless night.
Alec was the first to pull away, breaking the kiss in a need for air. He licked his lips, tasting the essence of Magnus on his lips.
Magnus looked up at him, awestruck at the beauty of the man before him. He watched as Alec's pale skin began to take on a tinge of pink.
Alec felt the burn of his blood creeping up to color his cheeks. He was always so self conscious when it came to Magnus' piercing eyes on him. He tried to pull away, only to find that Magnus' hands were still on his cheeks, holding him steady, anchoring him to the here and now.
"No, don't turn away, never turn away from me," Magnus whispered to him. "I see nothing but beauty when I look at you, when I see into your soul. Never be ashamed of that."
"You're the only one who sees that in me," Alec said quietly. "And I love you for that."
Those words struck Magnus, burrowed into his own heart with the thought of no one else seeing the beautiful soul of the one he loved. It wounded him, that Alec thought no one saw him as anything other than breathtaking.
"Only those who matter see the real you. The shy and quiet man that I fell in love with." Magnus said as he drew Alec in for another kiss. "I love you," he whispered needing for only Alec and the rain to hear him.
RE: Any, any/any, rain, kiss, love
Date: 2018-04-05 11:06 pm (UTC)Re: Any, any/any, rain, kiss, love
Date: 2018-04-06 12:29 am (UTC)But, I was so happy to be able to write this for you.
Fill : NCIS Bishop x Torres
Date: 2018-04-05 08:29 pm (UTC)The rain, when it comes, comes suddenly. Heavy black clouds have been looming all morning but not a drop of rain has fallen. They thought they’d get back to the Navy Yard before the rain arrived but Nick and Ellie, having stopped for coffee on the way back to the office after chasing down a dead end, are a good two blocks away from their car when it’s as if someone turns on a shower over their heads. Ellie looks at him and he looks at her and without either saying a word, they’re both running for the car, splashing through quickly forming puddles and getting well and truly soaked as they move.
He drove so he opens the car quickly, throws himself into the driver’s seat, lifting his hands to his face and literally sluicing the rain from his skin. He’s laughing as he does so, a combination of shock that the rain came so heavily so suddenly and relief that they’re now sheltered from it. He turns his head to look at Ellie, who seems to be having a similar reaction if the curve of her lips is anything to go by. He definitely made out better in the hair stakes though; she hadn’t tied hers back before they came out and it’s hanging around her face in dark blonde rats tails that she pushes back with a shake of her head and another laugh.
Out of nowhere, just like the rain, he finds himself thinking that he loves the sound of her laugh.
Not that he should be thinking that.
She’s his team-mate, his friend and what’s more they’re on the clock and Gibbs, with his Gibbs-sense, will surely know and Nick knows one of the rules specifically forbids the kind of thoughts he sometimes has about Ellie.
But he’s never been much for following rules, usually goes with his gut, thanks to years of undercover work.
Ellie doesn’t seem to recognise the direction of his thoughts though. Instead she shakes her head again, droplets of water flying everywhere. She reaches up and pulls down the sun visor, peers into the little mirror there and what she sees has her face scrunching up in disgust. “Oh God,” she mutters as she reaches up to rub under her eyes where her make-up has run a little. She’s talking more to herself than him, but he replies anyway, without thinking.
“Oh please,” he says and his voice comes out lower than he intended it to be. “Like you could ever be anything other than gorgeous.”
Her head swings back towards him, sharply this time, and her eyes are narrowed like she’s looking for the punch line. Whatever she sees in his face, however, has her cheeks flushing pink, has her looking down as she bites her lip.
Her eyes meet his again when he reaches out his hand to cup her cheek gently. “Let me help you with that,” he says as he swipes his thumb high on her cheek, close to her eye. His voice is even lower than before and she shivers.
He doesn’t think it’s because of the rain.
And when her eyes drop to his lips, he knows it’s not.
He holds his breath as he leans in to kiss her, moving slowly just in case. But she’s not pulling away, she’s moving in too, just as slowly as he is so it seems to take an age for their lips to meet.
But when they do, it’s more than worth the wait.
RE: Fill : NCIS Bishop x Torres
Date: 2018-04-05 11:07 pm (UTC)Re: RE: Fill : NCIS Bishop x Torres
Date: 2018-04-06 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-05 12:20 pm (UTC)Fill : NCIS Bishop x Torres
Date: 2018-04-06 08:26 pm (UTC)The steady beeping of her house alarm breaks through Ellie’s slumber but she doesn’t lift her head from the pillow even though she probably should and usually would. After all, she lives alone and it could be anybody breaking in but an unholy combination of too much alcohol and too little sleep means her head feels way too heavy to lift, probably courtesy of the mariachi band that’s taken up residence there.
Thinking that she should at least try to defend her property she opens her eyes. Or at least makes a valiant attempt at it. Except the brightness of the room kicks the mariachi band up a notch and she screws her eyes shut again, hears her own moan echoing in her ears.
That’s when she hears the alarm panel in her room emitting a different sound as whoever’s in the hall inputs the code and then there is blissful silence.
Which at least tells her who’s downstairs.
The next thing she hears are footsteps coming up the stairs and then her bedroom door opens. There’s a hastily stifled exclamation followed immediately by a chuckle and then more footsteps. A cool draught of air washes over her skin and then the bed dips as Nick sits down and brushes her hair back from her cheek.
“Good night?” he asks and she tries to answer him, she does, but it comes out as an incoherent grunt. This is why she so rarely goes out drinking and dancing - lack of practice means the aftermath just isn’t worth it. He chuckles again, his fingers moving through her hair. “You don’t have to answer, baby... I think I’m over the limit from just breathing the air in here.”
He sounds highly amused and she chances opening her eyes again, just so she can glare at him. Which doesn’t go according to plan first because it always amuses Nick when she glares at him, secondly because the only thing brighter than the sun streaming in the window is the damn smile on his face.
He chuckles again. “But I did not come here just to mock the afflicted, or interrogate you about your girls' night out... Oh no, like a good boyfriend, I come bearing gifts.” The bed shifts again and the aroma of fresh coffee hits her.
It’s enough to have her opening her eyes, rolling onto her back and looking up at him. The room spins, but only for a second and then he’s moving too, spinning around so that his back is to the headboard, throwing his legs up on the bed and pulling her against him. He manages all that without spilling a drop of coffee and only when he hands it to her, only when she has a couple of sips, does she speak.
“I think I love you,” she manages and she feels rather than hears him laugh, his chest vibrating against her cheek.
“Drink up,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I also brought bacon and eggs when you’re ready for food.”
She would tell him that she’s ready to upgrade “think” to “definitely” but from the smile on his face, he already knows.
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Date: 2018-04-05 10:17 pm (UTC)mini fill
Date: 2018-04-06 03:53 am (UTC)(He may have found it... appealing).
So he may have come off as a little cautious, a little hesitant, when he leaned in, when he let his lips linger near hers to see if she would meet them.
It was respect for her powers, that's all.
But for some reason, when she leaned in to the kiss, when he felt the electricity of her body move through him like pinpricks all over his skin, he felt like his chest was about to split open (but in the good way).
And after, when she gave him a wide smile, he knew: he never had a chance.
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Date: 2018-04-06 12:44 am (UTC)fill: mycroft/lestrade - watching, waiting, hoping.
Date: 2018-05-03 03:33 am (UTC)He's ostensibly here to annoy his younger brother, but it's Greg who draws him to these scenes time and time again.
He's been fascinated by the other man since they met, despite knowing that his fantasies of more are just that. He and Greg will never be anything other than acquaintances of happenstance, united in their attempts to keep Sherlock in line.
These days that's mostly achieved by John, who holds sway over Sherlock in ways Mycroft never could, but it hasn't stopped him from maintaining a personal interest.
Sometimes he's even honest with himself about why.
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His encounters with Lestrade are infrequent and entirely unsatisfying. But while he can manipulate nations and engineer the fall of governments, he's at a loss for how to turn their interactions into something more. He's never been good at relationships and he lets his insecurities prevent him from showing his feelings.
He knows that Greg is too young for him and deserves something more than he can offer, but that doesn't stop him from inviting the detective to lunch, on and off, under the guise of discussing Sherlock and John. He takes pleasure in seeking out restaurants that Greg might enjoy and always refuses to let him pay.
Mycroft knows that love is a weakness and one he should stamp out of himself, but his feelings for Gregory simmer silently under the surface of his skin, a constant presence no matter what.
He waits for them to fade but they never do.
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A particularly inconvenient set of circumstances require Mycroft to spend three months overseas. He doesn't pine because he's Mycroft Holmes, and he's not a love struck teenager, but he misses Greg while he's away.
Everything else aside, he's probably the closest thing to a friend that Mycroft has. He misses their conversations, the stories Greg would sometimes tell over lunch of his childhood, laughter in his eyes, and the company of someone who wants nothing from him.
The week after he returns to London they go to dinner. It soothes something inside him to sit across the table from Greg, listening to the sound of his voice as he recaps Sherlock's latest adventures.
Greg insists on a toast to his return and Mycroft feels a warmth that has nothing to do with the liquor flush his body at the gesture.
"I missed you, when you were away," Greg says. "I'm glad you're back now. It wasn't the same."
"I'll confess, I missed your company as well," Mycroft says, a little awkwardly. "It felt like a long time."
Greg takes his hand, linking their fingers. Mycroft startles but Greg's smile reassures him, and he cautiously begins to hope.
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