Tuesday: Domestic

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Hello, everyone! I’m reeby10 and today's theme is domestic. Prompts can be anything relating to domesticity, like moving in together, curtain fic, family movie night, etc.

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...
+ Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Percival invites Credence to move in
+ Worth It RPF, Adam Bianchi/Andrew Ilnyckyj (/Steven Lim), one of them cooking for the other(s)
+ DC, any Batfam, mandatory family bonding time

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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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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Percival invites Credence to move in

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Worth It RPF, Adam Bianchi/Andrew Ilnyckyj (/Steven Lim), one of them cooking for the other(s)

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DC, any Batfam, mandatory family bonding time

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any, any m/m or f/f, cuddling on the couch

FILL: Power Rangers (2017), Kimberly/Trini,

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Trini lay over top of Kimberly on the pink ranger's couch, Kimberly's arms wrapped around Trini and her fingers running drawing random shapes along her back. It was peaceful, the only sound coming from the air conditioning as it kicked on and the episode of Golden Girls playing on the TV.

They had only recently gotten back to Kimberly's after spending most of that morning training with the other rangers, and had immediately collapsed on the couch.

Trini smiled as Kimberly' arms tightened around it. It had been a very long time since she had felt so content with another person. Her eyes slid close and without thinking, whispered, "I love you."

Kimberly froze underneath her and Trini's eyes snapped open as she realized what she had said. Neither one of them said anything for a long moment until Kimberly said, "Do you really mean that?"

Slowly, Trini lifted herself up so she could see Kimberly's face. She looked insecure, and Trini wanted nothing more than to kiss the look away. Instead, she just nodded. "I do."

Kimberly looked up at Trini and slowly, a smile spread across her face and she pulled the yellow ranger down for a kiss. "I love you too."

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Star Trek: AOS, Jim Kirk/Spock, shopping for a house while they're on leave on earth

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, The first night after moving in together

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Donald Strachey Mysteries, Don Strachey/Tim Callahan, Making the perfect martini

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due South, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser, Another Friday night of hockey and beer

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny comes over to Steve's, and finds him on the couch watching that same movie from Halloween, which leads to snuggling.

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Any, Any/Any, Wanting nothing more than a quiet night at home

Fill Magnum PI Katsumoto/ Noelani

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When Gordon walks into his house, the silence is music to his ears.

He’s had a hell of a day, a murder case involving a family and young kids, the kind of case that makes him question humanity. The brass are coming down hard on him, wanting an arrest that they can report to the news crews that are bearing down on HPD like a biblical plague of locusts. Gordon wants that too, but he’s all too aware that leads are in short supply and he’s not sure where they go from here.

It’s not helping that his phone is buzzing constantly, Magnum trying to entice him to La Mariana where the gang are all meeting and a new local band is playing. While the thought of a cold beer is nice, Gordon has beer in his fridge, can cook nicer food than the La Mariana kitchen and his couch is way comfier than the chairs in the bar.

His phone buzzes again. Magnum. He gives real thought to throwing it across the room.

And when the doorbell chimes, he’s grateful his gun is locked in the safe. If it’s Magnum, he won’t be responsible for his actions.

When he opens the door, he’s relieved to see Noelani standing there. At least, he is until he sees the dark circles under her eyes, the tell tale red around the rims, how utterly shattered she looks.

The only thing worse than investigating the murders of children, he realises, is doing their autopsies.

He doesn’t think, doesn’t speak, just pulls her into his arms and she all but collapses against him, her arms slipping around his waist, burrowing her face into his chest. He doesn’t know how long they stand there before he hears a muffled sniff. “Please tell me you don’t want to go to La Mariana tonight.”

He laughs, he can’t help it. “I’m staying right here,” he promises her and he means every word.

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Any, any/any, forehead kiss

Fill: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Hannah Abbott

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Neville hears Hannah come in, and turns around, thinking he really should apologise. The potted flutterby bush he Levitated home with him has taken over their dining table. He’s tried moving it, but anywhere else and it’s too near the candles. It looked smaller in the greenhouse, and it’s because of the overenthusiastic pruning of a hormonal student that it’s ailing.

It’s not the first plant he’s brought home to their cottage on Hogwarts grounds, but it may be the largest. Now, Hannah’s never reacted like his grandmother would to Neville ‘bringing what kept should be outdoors in’. In fact, the first time he was invited to her family home, she gave him a tour of the indoor plants, mainly herbs with healing properties. That gesture, and the way he’d felt when he got a glimpse of her bedroom had convinced him this was it. Still, he doesn’t think she bargained for a husband that brought his work home with him, and he didn’t forewarn her about all this, because it was an impulse decision, so there was no time to Owl her, even.

But Hannah takes off her cloak, glances at the table and says, “So, this is the flutterby you were worried about, love.”

She’s so matter of fact, so very much his Hannah, that he feels his shoulders loosen.

“Er, yeah. Thought I’d try a more intensive regime and see how it responds. But I didn’t reckon on how much room it’d take up.” He gestures contritely at the table.

“Never mind that, we can make pizza and eat in the living room.” Hannah gives Neville one of those smiles she has that warm him right up. “I’ll take any excuse to eat pizza, especially with a bit of extra cheese, and we’ll come up with something else tomorrow. Besides, I know you, you hate losing a plant. You’ve been worrying over this one for days. Give it your best TLC and I’m sure it’ll thrive.”

Neville’s hands are grubby from handling the bush, so he knows better than to take his wife in his arms, but he can walk up to her and kiss her on the forehead easily enough. He starts to believe that he might yet get the flutterby on the mend here.

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, tea and telly

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, painting the nursery

Filled! Post-canon AU

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When John stepped into the house at the end of a long day, he called out, “Honey, I’m home!” because it always made Rodney splutter indignantly, because he was not the honey in this relationship, and John would always have to kiss him quiet, and then Rodney would relax and roll his eyes and say, “Right, the messing with me thing,” and John would kiss him again and say, “Yeah, but your kisses are pretty sweet.”

Only this time there was no answer.

John called Rodney’s name again.

Still no response.

John set down his briefcase, shrugged off his jacket, hung it up, toed off his shoes. He poked his head into Rodney’s office, but it was dark. The den was dark and quiet, so he padded into the kitchen, but it was also dark and quiet.

Rodney was home, or he should have been, because his car was in the garage and his jacket was hanging up inside the door too.

John headed upstairs for the master bedroom. If Rodney’d had a bad day, maybe he was taking a nap or a long bath.

John walked past the guest room, paused, doubled back.
Stared.

There was a sheet of plastic covering the door, blue tape covering every inch of the baseboard and ceiling but for the light, which was dimmed by a shower cap over it, all over the window frame, the closet door, and the main door.

And there was a man in a hazmat suit, shaking his tush to music only he heard, while he wielded a paint roller.

Half of one wall was covered in cheery yellow paint.

Sunbeam, the color was called.

John and Rodney had picked it out together.

“Rodney?” John asked.

The man kept on dancing and painting.

John shouted, “Rodney!”

The man spun around, and sure enough, it was Rodney.

He was smiling and red-faced inside the hazmat suit’s hood. He set down the paint roller in the paint tray and lifted the hood away.

“John. You’re home. Suit up. You can help me.”

“Suit up?” John echoed. “What are you doing?”

“Painting the nursery, obviously.”

“Yes, but -”

“I didn’t want to inhale any toxic fumes. Obviously the paint we got is non-toxic - otherwise why would we put it in the baby’s room? But until it’s dry -”

“Most people just put on old clothes they don’t care about and go for broke.”

“Most people don’t actually know what’s in paint,” Rodney said peevishly. “My dissertation advisor was a chemist as well as a physicist and he’d done construction before that and worked at a paint and glass shop and told me many times about the dangers of certain kinds of paint.”

“But paint now isn’t like paint back then,” John said.

“I know what I’m doing,” Rodney said firmly. “Lorne explained it to me very thoroughly. Now are you going to help me or not?”

“Yeah, just - let me get changed.” John knew Lorne was an incredibly thorough man in all he did, from commanding Marines in battle against space vampires to baking General Carter’s birthday cake to painting a nursery, but he was pretty sure not even he would have been quite this thorough, with the tape and the suit.

Rodney must have read the amusement in John’s expression, because his mouth crooked into a frown. “Look it - it’s going to be our first baby. His - or her or their - room needs to be perfect. They’ll be spending the majority of their time in here, sleeping in here and growing in here, and if we want our child to have the best start possible, they need to have an optimal living environment -”

John silenced him with a kiss.

Rodney kissed him back, slow and soft, was humming happily when they parted for air.

“Rodney,” John said very seriously, “I know you love this baby, and I love this baby, and we both want the very best for them. But we have four and a half months before they arrive. We’ve got time. Breathe.”

“Not too much - the paint fumes.”

“Breathe,” John said again. “We’re in this together. So - why don’t you crank up whatever tunes you were dancing to, and I’ll put on some old clothes, and we’ll get this first coat on.”

Rodney nodded. “All right. Are you sure you don’t want a suit?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” John said. “Plenty of other parents have painted their children’s nurseries without hazmat suits and come out the other side just fine.”

“Parents,” Rodney said in a soft, awed voice.

John kissed him again. “Yeah. That’s you and me.”

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Any, any f/f, putting on makeup together

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Ronon Dex, baking brownies for Rodney's birthday

Fill 1/3

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“You haven’t come to bed.” Ronon stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms cross over his chest.

Evan stood at the counter, stirring something in one of his bright blue mixing bowls. “Rodney’s birthday is tomorrow.”

“I know,” Ronon said. “The whole base knows.”

“I’m making him brownies. The extra special kind. The ones with chunks of dark chocolate and blueberries that he really likes. Special-ordered the ingredients on the Daedalus months ago.”

“That could have waited till the morning,” Ronon said. “Tomorrow’s your designated Sunday. And mine.”
Neither of them talked about the fact that it was also Sheppard’s, because he’d arranged it specially so, also months ago.

“I just - couldn’t sleep,” Evan said.
Ronon moved to stand beside him. “You’re gonna need it. Tomorrow will be long.”

Evan and Ronon and Teyla had planned a full day of festivities for Rodney’s birthday - jumper trip to the mainland, fun times on the beach, a big celebratory lunch complete with brownies and candles for him to blow out. Teyla had arranged for some other Athosian children to be present as well, so Rodney would have more playmates than Ronon, Evan, and Teyla.

“Yeah. I know. Just - it’s been five weeks. And no one’s found an answer. And I just keep thinking, Rodney could figure it out. But Rodney’s here, and he can’t because -”

Because he was a child. He’d pushed John out of the way of a blast when an Ancient device activated unexpectedly offworld, been caught in the bright blue light.

And now he was all of six years old, still a mad genius, still with some of his adult memories, but at the heart of it all, a child. The only adults whose authority he’d submit to longterm were Ronon, Evan, and Teyla - and Sheppard, but Sheppard was always gone these days.

Absent.

Busy.

Escorting scientists offworld, leading SAR, heading up another exploration mission, doing jumper training. He’d picked up a lot of Evan’s duties, and Evan had picked up new duties.

Taking care of Rodney. Making sure he was bathed and fed and dressed every morning, supervising him in the labs when he was trying to boss Zelenka and Kusanagi around, making sure he had healthy food with lunch, taking him to run around the pier that several Marines had set up as a playground for him, complete with slides and monkey bars and whatever else they’d been able to engineer. Making sure he had things to do to keep him busy when he no longer had the attention span for the lab, making sure he had dinner and brushed his teeth, telling him stories at bedtime (but not singing him songs, because he was a terrible singer - singing was for Teyla and Ronon).

Being there for him when he woke in the middle of the night, weeping from nightmares of being eaten by a whale.

John Sheppard couldn’t be expected to parent the tiny boy who had, as an adult, been his lover.

So Evan did it instead.

The problem was that Rodney still loved John. It was a different kind of love, hero-worship, curiosity, affection - as affectionate as little Rodney could be, prickly and defensive and always sure everyone was judging him, criticizing him, that they disliked him.

Rodney didn’t understand why John never had time for him.

Evan explained, over and over again, the Colonel Sheppard was very busy doing colonel things, and he’d play when he had time - if he had time.

Rodney had fast figured out that John would never have time for him.

“Zelenka will figure it ou,” Ronon said. “Or Rodney might. He’s still super smart. He’s just - little.”

Evan kept stirring. “Yeah. You should get to bed. In case Rodney wakes up or needs something. I’ll only be about an hour or so. Oven’s already preheating.”

Ronon eyed his lover, reading the exhaustion - emotional and physical - in every line of his body. “An hour,” he said, turning to go. “And then I’m coming back for you. I’ll even do the - the caveman thing.”

That earned him a smile, if a small one. The first time Ronon had slung Evan up over his shoulder and carried him back to his quarters, Evan had been surprised and embarrassed - and turned on, once they were alone.

Before Ronon made it to the door, his radio crackled to life.

“Ronon, Lorne, we need you to residential, ASAP!” It was Teldy. She sounded panicked.

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MCU, Natasha Romanov/Pepper Potts, first vacation as a couple

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The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus+Rocco, an evening just chilling at Doc's pub

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, adopting a rescue dog together

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Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard, visiting an off-world market to do some shopping

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, differing styles of house cleaning

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, gardening

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Bucky laid the tiny seed into the tilled earth with care, and gently covered it with fresh dirt. This was maybe the twentieth seed he’d put to bed this afternoon, and the steady, measured pace of the work brought him peace in a way not many other things could. He took up his trowel in his right hand and dug a fresh hole in the ground just below the last hole, trying not to overcrowd the seedlings and give them room to grow.

Before planting another seed, Bucky put down his small shovel and wiped the sweat that had beaded on his brow. He breathed in the air of the early Wakandan afternoon. It was warm, but not unbearable - perfect weather for gardening, Bucky thought.

Suddenly, a memory crept up from the repressed darkness in his mind - digging in the dirt before he’d left for the war. Kneeling next to Steve, helping him weed the victory garden they had planted in an empty Brooklyn lot.

Gotta do something to help the war effort, Buck.

The scent of the dirt. The late afternoon in Brooklyn. Quick glances. Hasty kisses.

And just like that, Bucky returned to the present, as if waking from a dream. The memories of his real life were trickling back slowly, and each time he saw Steve’s young, smiling face, he felt a growing emptiness.

Bucky planted another seed and tried not to think about how long it had been since Steve left Wakanda. T’Challa and Shuri would give him small updates on Steve, but it was never much. Just that the Captain was alright, and he was helping people.

“White Wolf! White Wolf!”

A Wakandan child came tearing towards him, a bundle of excitement and joy.

“What is it? Is Shuri back?”

The young boy shook his head wildly. “Nomad! It is the Nomad!”

“I don’t know the Nomad,” Bucky said, carefully pushing himself up off the ground. He dusted his right hand off on his robe.

“White Wolf calls him the…the...Captain! The Captain! There he is!” The boy jumped up and down and began pointing toward the path leading further into the village.

Bucky looked up, and his breath hitched in his chest.

It was the Captain. Steve.

The boy ran towards Steve and grabbed his arm. “Nomad, I found him! I found White Wolf!”

Steve nodded at him and grinned. “Thank you for finding him for me.” The boy nodded and ran back toward the center of the village, where the other children were playing.

Bucky couldn’t believe his eyes, but here was Steve standing right in front of him. Alive. Real. And with a beard that would put a lumberjack to shame.

“Hey Buck.”

Bucky exhaled. “Hi.”

A slow grin spread across Steve’s face. “White Wolf?”

Bucky shrugged. “The kids started calling me that, and Shuri just egged them on, so it kind of stuck.”

Steve nodded and took a few steps closer. He stared at Bucky with those indescribable blue eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation from Bucky.

Bucky grabbed Steve with his good arm and pulled him into an embrace. Steve wrapped his arms around him, and it felt like he was going to squeeze all the air from Bucky’s lungs, but Bucky didn’t mind.

“Missed you Cap.”

They pulled away from each other, and Bucky gestured toward the plot of dirt he’d been working at all afternoon.

“Care to join me?”

Steve nodded. They both walked over, knelt down in the loose dirt, and began gardening together.

After a few rounds of digging, Bucky heard Steve chuckling to himself.

“What’s funny?”

Steve shook his head and he tried to hide the shy smile on his face. “I was just thinking about -”

“The Rogers and Barnes Victory Garden?”

He could tell Steve was shocked, but Bucky watched as Steve’s facial features melted into familiarity. Nostalgia. Longing.

Bucky began digging another hole. “I remembered it right before you showed up.”

Steve nudged Bucky with his elbow. “Maybe you’ll remember even more now that I’m here.”

Bucky smiled and planted another seed. “I hope so, Steve.”

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Any, any m/m, game night

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Code Black
Mario/Angus
Falling asleep talking (or getting a massage or something like that :D)

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The Flash/Supergirl
Cisco Ramon/Winn Schott
First time sleeping over

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Dynasty
Steven/Sammy-Joe
Sammy-Joe finds a stray puppy and takes it home