[comment fic] show me your prompts
Jan. 31st, 2011 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kricketsOkay I am feeling so unproductive lately and then porn battle is not helping me. Possibly due to the expectation of smut. So I'm going to ask you, my flist for prompts.
Give me:
fandom + pairing + song lyric or title + body part or color + random word or a time
(ex. ten minutes, five years from now, a week, three hours ago, 3AM, etc.)
Do me a favor and give me multiple pairing and fandom options. I may post them as I finish or I may dump them all at the end if the week. My goal is to write as many as I can.
Fandoms: lost, dollhouse, firefly, grey's anatomy, stargate atlantis, haven, harper's island, lost girl, being human uk, the hunger games, the vampire diaries, battlestar galactica, anything else you think I might write (no crossovers please).
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:23 am (UTC)The Hunger Games + Peeta/Finnick + wounds that heal and cracks that fix + collarbone + yesterday
Lost Girl + Kenzi/Dyson + never put her roots down + shoulders + midnight
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Date: 2011-02-06 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 05:27 am (UTC)grey's anatomy + jackson/april(/alex?) + this is what they make you take medication for + wrist + 2AM
pacific + chuckler/leckie(/stella?) + the green leaves of summer + oxford blue + pressure
I swear I only used the prompt engine thrice. Also, options. Sorry if they are lame.
the ink well; the pacific, leckie/chuckler/stella (leckie/vera); pg13?
Date: 2011-02-01 05:05 am (UTC)Vera. With Vera, he thinks of snow -- the scent of the air just before the first white flakes fall from the sky. Sometimes he thinks of the deep blue stain of ink on dirty fingers -- words on water-logged paper, lost someplace forgotten -- and even he can't remember them all. But when Vera looks at him he sees every syllable and consonant etched in her gaze. She gets it. Somehow, without ever having to know that terror that kept him awake at nights, that challenged him to his very soul, she gets it. It's why he loves her, he suspects.
Chuckler, on the other hand?
The things he thinks of when he thinks of Chuckler are things he would rather not speak out loud.
The smell of death, the blue of the ocean and of Chuckler's eyes, the feel of his hands running rough over Leckie's skin, the muffled sounds they made together on the rare occasion they had a chance to be alone, the taste of sweat.
The letters he writes to Chuckler go unanswered. The letters he actually sends to Chuckler do as well.
Stella, though? She writes him back. She even calls one afternoon in an unexpected surprise. She's getting married, she tells him. The conversation turns from idle chat to one of those slow and easy talks you have with a good friend after a long day, comfortable and quiet and full of truths better left hidden, drunk on each other's company, inhibitions all but gone. He asks her what time it is there. It must be late -- or early, or both. Stella just laughs and doesn't answer. Later, she reminds him of a particular day, an afternoon turned to night, the three of them together; her and him and Chuckler. Leckie listens in silence, lets her recall the memory, feels himself growing hard at the recollection.
He sleeps unsoundly that night, thoughts and memories disturbing his rest. Vera just holds him, lets him fuck her, rough and fast, and then fall asleep again in her arms. He knows she understands that there are things about him that she can never know -- things she'd never understand anyway. She accepts that about him and she doesn't ask where he goes when he disappears some nights, or even where he's gone to on nights like this one when he's wrapped in her arms but still oceans away.
Leckie is someplace else.
He'll always be someplace else.
Nothing he can do, no words he could ever write, will ever change that.
The next letter he sends to Chuckler says simply one thing:
Come to New Jersey.
He doesn't expect his old friend -- lover -- to ever answer. But he sends the letter anyway -- an act of good faith, a blind hope.
Two months later, there's a knock at his front door.
-fin
Re: the ink well; the pacific, leckie/chuckler/stella (leckie/vera); pg13?
Date: 2011-02-01 07:19 am (UTC)Rewarded. Woot.
Fucking poetry, dude. Seriously, I read shit like this and get writers' envy.
The letters he writes to Chuckler go unanswered. The letters he actually sends to Chuckler do as well.
I really love the way you played with the wording there, especially because it fits with all the letters he wrote and didn't send to Vera. Nice sorta callback.
I also really liked this:
The things he thinks of when he thinks of Chuckler are things he would rather not speak out loud.
For the way that it contrasts with the two paragraphs above. It's this big forbidden thing and, just, ugh, I love that.
Perfect ending; in my own little headcanon universe, these two hooked up again post-series. The way it should be.
Love it!
Re: the ink well; the pacific, leckie/chuckler/stella (leckie/vera); pg13?
Date: 2011-02-02 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 05:30 am (UTC)Misfits - Nathan/Simon - the way your smile just beams, they can't take that away from me - blue - 12am
Lost - Claire/Sawyer - we're the princes of the universe - hair - 10:00am
BSG - Lee/Sam - a house is not a home - arm - 0300 hours
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Date: 2011-01-31 05:47 am (UTC)TVD + Caroline/Stefan + Do You Sleep + aqua + solitude
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:20 am (UTC)Firefly + River/Simon + in the end what you don't surrender/ well the world just strips away + violet + contrived
Lost + Jin/Michael + and it won't be long + stomach/tummy/belly/ abs/middle + between
Lost + Jack/Sun + your back's against the wall + fingers + colorless + three years later
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:27 am (UTC)----
TVD | Damon/Katherine | Perfect hips, perfects tits she was. Perfect lips, pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff... | 47 seconds
and/or
GA | Alex/Meredith | Now shall I sleep in a bed of blood, down in the deep, the rolling sea... | carotid artery | the heady hours between midnight and 3am
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-31 04:32 pm (UTC)TVD + Stefan/Caroline + the stars, the moon, they've all been blown out + red + six years later
Lost + Michael/Jin + my body is a cage + green + 15 minutes