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Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The main difference this year is that we're open for art works as well as fic. Otherwise, the rules remain the same, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
1. Choose a prompt. They're organised alphabetically by fandom. Where there were multiple prompts for the same character/pairing, I put all the prompt words at the end, separated by commas. Just pick ONE prompt word, not all of them. I don't think there are any with huge spoilers this year, but since I don't know all fandoms, I can't guarantee it. Please let me know if something needs changing.
2. Create a happy piece for that prompt. It doesn't have to be fluffy or silly, but it should leave people happier than when they started. Bittersweet is allowed, happy-ending-angst is allowed, as long as the reader is going to smile at the end.
3. Post it in a comment to this post. The comment limit is 4,300 characters which is a surprisingly large number of words. Drabbles are also welcome, as are longer stories. All art, from line drawings to manips is welcome.
- Your comment subject line should read: [fandom]; [title]; [characters/pairing]; [rating/spoilers] (omitting the brackets) I've put an example as the first comment, just to get you going.
- If you end up writing more than fits in a comment, either put it in two comments, or post a snippet here together with a link to the whole thing, which should be posted as a public entry in your own journal.
- For art, please use common sense, and if you've created a humungous manip, post a teaser in the comment with a link to the full work.
- If you consider your work spoilery for shows recently finished or currently airing (I'm thinking of White Collar, Warehouse 13 and Sherlock in particular, but I'm sure there are others), please use the following html to white-out your fic. That way, you can still post it, but no one will get spoiled.
< span style= "color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;"> [your fic goes here]< /span>
With art, please select a non-spoilery excerpt as your tease and link people to where they can find the whole thing.
4. Look at other people's work and tell them how it made you happy. This fest needs you! The idea is to share the happy around, and you'll make someone very, very happy if you give them some feedback.
FAQs:
Q: The prompt says John and Rodney. Does that mean John/Rodney or do I have to go Gen?
A: The prompter probably intended you to go Gen – there are lots of slash pairings as well, if that's your preference. Having said that, if you desperately want to write a steamy PWP using a Gen prompt, I'm not going to disqualify you for it, nor if you want to use a slash prompt to write Gen. Just make sure you put a rating on your work, so that people know what they're getting, okay?
Q: The prompt says "Dr. Horrible". Can I put any other characters in there?
A: Yes, absolutely, but make sure you keep the focus on Dr. Horrible himself. Please don't cross-over with other fandoms unless the prompt says so, though.
Q: Someone's already made something from the prompt I wanted! How is that fair?
A: Don't panic! More than one person can create from the same prompt.
Q: I wrote a Buffy story, but one of the SG-1 prompts just caught my eye. Can I use that too?
A: That's fine! You can create as much as you like, as often as you like. Just post each one as a separate comment, with a properly formatted subject line.
Q: Can I promote this in my journal/on my fandom's noticeboard?
A: Absolutely! Some fandoms are covered, so please don't spam people, but grab a banner from this page and let everyone know about the fest.
Q: I'm so proud of what I did! Can I post to other communities?
A: Absolutely. Please post as a link, tracking back to your comment here. Just follow the comm's posting guidelines (headers are your friends), and be sure to mention that you wrote it for
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bringthehappy! Q: So are we talking happy like milk and cookies or happy like...er...grown-up happies?
A: Both! And everything in between. All ratings and genres are welcome, G to NC-17, PWP to the fluffiest bedtime story for your five-year-old niece.
Q: I work really slowly. Am I going to miss out?
A: Our final cut-off date is 29th August (since I go on holiday the next day!), which gives you almost 2 weeks. Hopefully that's long enough!
Q: I'm still confused. Can I ask you another question?
A: Sure. Just put it in comments here, or send me a PM. Please don't put it on this post, as I'll probably turn notifications off to save my poor imploding inbox. I will drop in occasionally to check everything is running okay, and off-topic comments will be removed. Play nicely, folks :D
Since I'm not familiar with all the fandoms, shockingly, I may have screwed up names here and there. If there are major problems, please PM me and I'll sort it out.
Otherwise, away we go!
A Single Man - Discworld
A Single Man ; George/Jim ; swing
AI RPF ; Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff ; lipgloss, sugar high
AI RPF ; Kris Allen / or & Adam Lambert ; icecream
Airwolf ; Hawke/Caitlin ; flying
Alex Delaware Novels ; Milo Sturgis & Alex Delaware or/and Robin Castagna ; coming out
Alex Delaware Novels ; Milo Sturgis/Rick Silverman ; Santa Claus, sex, warm
Alias ; Tom/Sydney ; train
Alias Smith & Jones ; Kid/Heyes ; cavalier, inhalation
Angel ; Lorne ; spring day
Ashes to Ashes ; Jim Keats ; the devil's in the details
A-Team ; Any characters ; "An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered"
A-Team ; Hannibal/Face ; acting lessons
A-Team ; Face/Murdock ; insulation
A-Team ; Hannibal and Face ; revised
A-Team ; Murdock and BA ; gallop
Avatar: the Last Airbender ; Mai/Zuko ; lazy
Avatar: The Last Airbender ; Zuko and Toph ; Family
Avatar: The Last Airbender ; Zuko/Gaang ; truth
Avatar: The Last Airbender ; Zuko/Katara ; burn baby burn
Avatar: The Last Airbender/any fandom ; Any characters ; dangling conversation
Band of Brothers ; Luz ; making trouble
Battlestar Galactica (2003) ; Starbuck/Anders/Chief ; rockstar(s)
Being Human ; Marshall/George/Annie ; mirrors
Being Human/Dresden Files ; Annie ; Bob
Better Off Ted ; Veronica, Ted and Rose ; family
Bones ; Brennan, Booth, Professor Stiles ; Pistol-whip
Brotherhood (TV series) ; Declan/Cassie ; blue
BSG ; Dee ; courage
BSG ; Lee ; freedom
BSG ; Sam ; change
BSG ; Starbuck ; spirit
Buffy ; Spike and Giles ; beer
Buffy the Vampire Slayer ; any (slash or gen) ; reunion
Buffy the Vampire Slayer ; Giles ; magic
Burn Notice ; Nate/Sam ; surprise
Burn Notice ; Sam and Fiona ; Ireland
Burn Notice ; Sam, Michael & Fiona ; on the beach
Burn Notice ; Sam/Madeline ; arguments
Castle ; Alexis & Castle ; lullaby
Castle ; Kate, Rick ; Fanfiction
Castle/Dresden Files ; Richard, Harry, Bob ; Looking the part
Chuck ; Bryce / or & Chuck ; videogames
Chuck ; Casey / or & Morgan ; new car
Chuck ; Casey/Morgan ; pursuit
Chuck ; Sarah/Casey ; target practice
Chuck/Live Free or Die Hard ; Bryce/Chuck/Matt ; Klingon
Chuck/Supernatural ; Bryce Larkin/Chuck Bartowski/Sam Winchester ; Chuck Versus the Stanford Haunting
Chuck/White Collar ; Neal/Chuck/Bryce ; geek heaven
Cleopatra 2525 ; Cleo ; my world now
Cleopatra 2525 ; Cleo/Hel ; alone time
Community ; Ensemble (Or any two characters you prefer) ; Schadenfreude
Community/How I Met Your Mother ; Pierce and/or Troy , Barney Stinson ; Wingman
Covert Affairs ; Annie, Auggie ; Movies, coffee
Covert Affairs ; Annie/auggie ; high heels, stakeout
Covert Affairs ; Auggie ; rose petals
Covert Affairs ; Joan/Arthur ; orchid, semantics
Criminal Minds ; Emily ; adventurous
Criminal Minds ; Hotch ; absolution
Criminal Minds ; Hotch/Morgan ; trust
Criminal Minds ; Hotch/Reid ; scars
Criminal Minds ; male characters ; poker night
Crusade ; Galen / or & Gideon ; bond
CSI ; Greg ; key
CSI ; Nick/Greg ; observation
CSI/CSI:Miami ; Ryan/Greg ; Ryan surprises Greg with a weekend visit.
DC Comics ; Barry Allen/Hal Jordan ; for old times' sake
DC Comics ; Guy Gardner ; surprises
DC Comics ; Guy Gardner & Kyle Rayner ; off duty time, prank war, the Corps as a family
DC Comics ; Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner ; dancing, discovery, finding home, first time, waking up
DC Comics ; JSA ; poker night
DC Comics ; Kyle Rayner ; geeks in space
Desperate Romantics ; Fred/Gabriel ; John and Maniac deflect any unwanted attention so that they can pursue their relationship.
Desperate Romantics/Highlander ; Gabriel/Methos ; more fun than poetry
Discworld ; Sam/Sybil ; getaway
Discworld ; the City Watch ; Hogswatch Party
Discworld/Buffy ; Giles and the Librarian ; modern technology
Doctor Who - Harry Potter
Doctor Who ; 10th Doctor/Simm!Master ; promise kept
Doctor Who ; 9th Doctor/Captain Jack Harkness ; bootblacking
Doctor Who ; Amy ; painting
Doctor Who ; Amy, Rory and Eleven ; birthday, reasons
Doctor Who ; Amy/Doctor/Rory ; three-thirds
Doctor Who ; Amy/Eleven/Rory ; her boys
Doctor Who ; Amy/Rory ; kiss
Doctor Who ; Charley Pollard and Eighth Doctor ; Crystal Palace dinosaurs
Doctor Who ; Donna ; big purple hat
Doctor Who ; Eleven ; gymnastics
Doctor Who ; Eleven, Amy/Rory ; beach
Doctor Who ; Eleven/Amy/Rory ; hide and seek
Doctor Who ; Eleven/Jack ; the small things
Doctor Who ; Fifth Doctor, Tegan and/or Turlough ; tea and cakes
Doctor Who ; Jamie ; chocolate
Doctor Who ; Martha & River ; wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey
Doctor Who ; Nine/Jack ; sunrise
Doctor Who ; River/Eleven ; timey-wimey
Doctor Who ; Tardis ; music
Doctor Who ; Ten and Donna ; "How old are you, six?", bubblegum blowing contest
Doctor Who ; Three/Sarah Jane ; Florana, little green men
Doctor Who ; Tom/Mickey/Martha ; Tom making a romantic dinner for his kickass husband and wife.
Doctor Who ; Ace/Hex ; tea and biscuits
Doctor Who ; Charley Pollard ; after the end
Doctor Who ; Martha & Donna ; discussing the Doctor
Doctor Who ; Martha/River ; sexy funtiems
Doctor Who ; Martha/Ten ; icecreams in 1969
Doctor Who ; TARDIS, Bessie ; conspiracy
Doctor Who ; 11 and Rory ; birthday cake
Doctor Who/Firefly ; Ace, Jayne ; the bigger boom
Doctor Who/Inception ; Ariadne ; bigger on the inside
Doctor Who/Inception ; Ariadne, the Doctor ; imagination
Doctor Who/RPF ; Eleventh Doctor/Misha Collins ; party-crashers
Doctor Who/Sherlock (BBC) ; The Doctor & Sherlock Holmes ; Universe
Doctor Who/Torchwood ; Eleven/Jack ; initiation
Doctor Who/Torchwood ; River Song, Jack, and/or John Hart ; "you can't con a con"
Dollhouse ; sierra/victor ; domestic
DragonAge: Origins ; Dagna ; adventure
Dragonball Z ; Gohan/Dende ; Remember When…, swimming
Dragonball Z ; Z Warriors ; Buffet
Dresden Files ; Ramirez ; siblings
Dresden Files/any fandom ; Any characters ; November
due South ; Dief, turtle ; master plan
due South ; Frannie/Thatcher ; eyeglasses, socks
due South ; Fraser ; book
due South ; Fraser / or & RayV ; new hat
due South ; Fraser/Kowalski ; kittens, rain, snow day, Sunday night
due South ; Fraser/Kowalski/Turbull ; kisses, books
due South ; Ray/Ray ; dancing
due South ; Thatcher ; water
due South, ; Fraser and Vecchio, ; under duress.
Due South/any fandom ; Any characters ; blue on black
Durarara!! ; Celty/Shinra, ; when I grow up
Durham County ; Sadie Sweeney ; when I'm up to no good
Ed Edd n Eddy ; Ed/Edd ; Comic Book
Eleventh Hour ; Rachel/Jacob ; healing
Eureka ; Jack and Jo ; first game of the season
Eyeshield 21 ; Hiruma/Mamori, ; game face
Final Fantasy VII ; Sephiroth/Zack ; reunion in the LifeStream
Firefly ; Mal ; Christmas
Firefly ; Mal and Zoe ; ritual
Firefly ; Mal/Simon ; Puzzles
Flashpoint ; Spike/Lew ; candy
Fringe ; Any character(s) ; Aliens
Fringe ; Astrid ; Making wishes
Fringe ; Astrid /or& Peter ; Forming new memories
Fringe ; Olivia, Peter ; I Belong To You by Muse
Fringe ; Peter ; Happy memories
Fringe ; Peter/Olivia ; childhood, phone call, road trip
Fringe ; Olivia, Astrid & Walter ; storytime
Fringe ; Olivia/Astrid ; TLC
Gargoyles/any fandom ; Any characters ; hot blooded
Gintama ; Okita/Kagura+B200 ; fist fight
GLC ; Guy Gardner/Kyle Raynor ; Anniversary, bitchy ex, Once Upon A Time
Golden Girls ; Sophia ; Purse
Harry Potter ; Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter ; coming out
Harry Potter ; Gabrielle Delacour ; perceptions
Harry Potter ; Luna/Harry ; crumple-horned snorkack
Harry Potter ; McGonagall/Snape ; peace of mind
Harry Potter ; Neville/Hermione ; strength
Harry Potter ; Percy/Oliver ; proposal.
Harry Potter ; Sirius/Remus ; reacquainting
Harry Potter ; Hermione and any Weasley ; a camcorder
Haven - Primeval
Haven ; Audrey ; hotel
Haven ; Audrey/Nathan/Duke ; awkward
Heroes ; Peter/Claude ; X-ray vision
High School Musical ; Chad/Ryan ; movie night
Highlander/Doctor Who (x-over) ; Martha/Methos ; Martha getting swordfighting lessons from Methos
Highlander/True Blood ; Godric/Methos ; "age before beauty"
House ; Chase/Wilson ; wives
House ; House ; clinic duty
House ; House/Chase ; resolution
House ; House/Wilson ; motorcycle
House ; Wilson ; Brief Encounter
House ; Wilson and House ; five-pin bowling
How I Met Your Mother ; Barney/Robin ; Barney destroys his list of conquests proving to Robin that he's serious about her.
Hunger games ; finnick/annie ; flowers in her hair
Ice Age ; Diego/Sid ; Ill, Mine, Sleeping arrangements
Ice Age ; Sid ; snooze
Inception ; Arthur ; art museum, expectations, point man
Inception ; Arthur, Ariadne ; dance
Inception ; Arthur/Ariadne ; labyrinth, maze,
Inception ; Arthur/Eames ; gamble, storm, tells, zero gravity
Inception ; Arthur/Mal/Cobb ; paradox
Inception ; Mal ; redemption
Invisible Man ; Darien/Bobby (or gen) ; day off
Jack Higgins Novels ; Billy Salter/Sean Dillon ; how many one-offs can there be before you're just in a relationship?
JAG ; Harm/Meg ; flirt
JAG ; Harm/Webb ; whiskey
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ; Hibari/Haru, ; I like the way you think
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ; Mukuro/Chrome, ; eyes
Kingdom Hearts ; Organization XIII: ; The organization as a family
Leverage ; Eliot and Parker ; teaching
Lie to Me ; Cal ; party tricks
Lie To Me ; Cal, Gillian ; Chocoholism
Lie to Me ; Cal/Gillian ; Twister
Lie to Me ; Emily and Gillian ; girls' day out
Life ; Anyone and everyone ; dinner
Life on Mars ; Sam/Gene ; bacon, book, bowling, contest
Lost ; Hurley & or / Ben ; bubble
M*A*S*H ; Hawkeye and BJ ; chinese whispers
M*A*S*H ; Hawkeye and Margaret ; truce
Mad Men ; Don, Sally and Bobby ; carnival
Mad Men ; Peggy and Paul ; word games
Magnificent Seven ; all ; celebration, trail dust
Magnificent Seven ; Buck and Nathan ; recovery
Magnificent Seven ; Chris/Vin ; acceptance
Magnificent Seven ; Ezra ; new clothes, the queen of hearts
Magnificent Seven ; JD ; drunk
Magnificent Seven ; Josiah/Ezra ; reunited
Magnificent Seven ; Nathan ; decision
Magnificent Seven ; Vin/Ezra ; forgiven
Man from UNCLE ; Napoleon/Illya ; answer.
Matewan ; Elma/Joe ; things to believe in, tired
Merlin ; Gwen ; flowers
Merlin ; Gwen/Lancelot ; laundry
Merlin ; Gaius, Merlin ; family
Merlin ; Uther, Gaius ; history
Merlin (BBC) ; Arthur/Lancelot ; devotion
Modern Family ; Gloria Delgado/Jay Pritchett - ; how they met
Modern Family ; Manny Delgado/Alex Dumphy - ; first kiss
Murdoch Mysteries ; William Murdoch/Dr Julia Ogden ; complete happiness
Mutant X ; Adam/Shalimar ; scent
NCIS ; Abby (gen) ; New boots, boots, phone
NCIS ; Ducky and Jethro(gen) ; One drink too many
NCIS ; Gibbs & Abby ; sign language
NCIS ; Gibbs/DiNozzo ; scarf, yo-yos
NCIS ; Tony ; stuffed animal
NCIS ; Abby/Ziva ; shopping spree
NCIS ; Tony/Abby/Tim ; makeovers
NCIS ; Tony/Tim ; beer and pizza
NCIS: LA ; G/Sam ; borrowing clothes, ferret, hazing Deeks, massage, sleepy
New Tricks ; any ; swearing
Night World ; Keller(/whomever) ; running
Night World ; Mary-Lynette ; college
Numb3rs ; Charlie/Colby ; pattern
Numb3rs/SGA ; Colby/Lorne ; lights
One Piece ; Luffy/Nami ; can't wait to be king
One Piece ; Sanji/Nami ; tasty treats
Primeval ; Lester ; silk
Primeval ; Rex, Sid & Nancy ; school trip
Primeval ; Sarah/Jenny ; diatoms
Psych - Star Trek XI
Psych ; Shawn/Lassiter ; art
Queer As Folk ; Stuart/Vince ; There are many rumours about Stuart and Vince... All of them are true.
Raines ; Raines and That Bride From The Title Sequence ; ever-after
Riptide ; Nick, Cody, Murray ; frugality
Riptide ; Nick/Cody ; photography
Riptide ; Cody Allen/Nick Ryder ; ticklish
Rizzoli & Isles ; Frost & or / anyone ; nobody says i love you anymore
Rizzoli & Isles ; Rizzoli & or / Isles ; cigarettes and wine
Royal Pains ; Hank/Evan ; rainy day, shares smiles, watching the sunset
Royal Pains ; Jill/Divya ; matching tattoos
Royal Pains ; Hank/Evan ; comfort food
RPF ; Mike Cooley/Shonna Tucker ; that girl don't fake it
RPF ; Rhett Miller/Cory Branan ; soul train
RPF ; Rhett Miller/Ryan Adams ; modern technology
RPS ; Adam Lambert/Jesse Spencer ; margarita
RPS ; Jason/Grant ; EVP, snowbound
RPS ; John Barrowman/Eve Myles ; fatherhood
Sanctuary ; Kate ; skipping school
Sanctuary ; Kate/Will ; beach, day off, vacation
Sanctuary ; Watson & Will ; "Elementary.
Sanctuary/Doctor Who (x-over) ; James Watson/Martha Jones ; brilliant minds at work and play
Sandman (Neil Gaiman comics) ; Death, Delirium ; family
Sentinel ; Jim/Blair ; party
SG-1 ; Mitchell ; constellation
SG-1 ; Sam & Vala ; prize
SG-1 ; Teal'c ; scientists
SG-1/SGA ; Cam/John ; ritual, surprise, chain, wwatch
SG-1/SGA ; John Sheppard/Daniel Jackson ; geeks and guns
SG-1/SGA ; Team SGA and Team SG1 (gen) ; Emails
SG-1/SGA ; Vala ; pink champagne
SGA ; Beckett ; stethoscope
SGA ; Carson and Rodney (gen) ; Birthday (or other celebration)
SGA ; Carson, Jennifer and Nurse Marie or Dr Biro (gen) ; Hypochrondria
SGA ; John & Sam ; team
SGA ; John, Ronon, Teyla and Rodney (gen) ; Camping
SGA ; John/Teyla ; dreams
SGA ; Rodney (gen) ; Babysitting
SGA ; Rodney and Ronon (gen) ; Hunting
SGA ; Rodney and Teyla (gen) ; Birds
SGA ; Shepard, Teyla, Rodney and Ronan ; twister
SGA ; Sheppard ; mascara
SGA ; Team plus others of your choosing (gen) ; Atlantis noticeboard (or online equivalent)
SGA ; John/Teyla ; bantos rods
Sherlock (2010) ; John/Sherlock ; house warming, jam sandwiches
Sherlock (2010) ; Lestrade/Watson ; reticence
Sherlock (2010) ; Sherlock ; cooking
Sherlock (2010) ; Sherlock and John ; wallets, double glazing, birthday, pop music, puppy, sleeping in
Sherlock (2010) ; Watson, Lestrade ; tea
Sherlock/Torchwood/Doctor Who ; anyone from at least two of the above ; it's all one Whoniverse
Skating RPF ; Johnny Weir ; redo
Skating RPF ; Johnny/Melissa/Denis ; angels, choreography, costumes
Skating RPF ; Johnny/Ryan Bradley ; national
Skating RPF ; Johnny/Sasha ; beginning(s)
Skating RPF ; Johnny/Stephane ; later
Skating RPF ; Johnny/Tanith ; marriage
Skating RPF ; Meryl/Ryan ; clowns
Skating RPF ; Sasha Cohen/Naomi Nari Nam ; rivals
Skating RPF ; Stephane Lambiel ; special
Skating RPF ; Stephane/Shizuka ; ice cream sundaes
Skating RPF ; Stephane/Surya or Stephane & Surya ; animals
Skating RPF ; Tanith/Meryl/Charlie ; Sochi
Southland ; John Cooper/Cezar ; fireworks
SPN ; Castiel ; explore
SPN ; Dean/Castiel/Jo ; wings
SPN ; Dean/Jo ; backseat
SPN ; Dean/Sam/Gabriel/Castiel ; TV
SPN ; Jo/Lucifer ; swimming
SPN ; Sam, Dean, Cas or Dean/Cas ; Beginnings.
SPN ; Sam/Gabriel ; island
SPN ; Dean Winchester ; Victor Henrickson
SPN ; Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden, Ben, Sam Winchester ; reunion
SPN ; Dean/Castiel ; holiday
SPN RPF ; J2 ; Coffee, winter rain, shower, summer rain
St. Trinian's ; Annabelle/Polly ; tick tock
St. Trinian's ; Kelly(/anyone) ; explosions
Star Trek (either TOS or Reboot) ; Kirk/Spock ; paperwork
Star Trek (TOS or Reboot) ; Scotty ; exploration
Star Trek Reboot ; Chapel/McCoy ; Shall We Dance?
Star Trek Reboot ; McCoy/Chekov ; plasma.
Star Trek Reboot ; McCoy/Kirk ; smug smile.
Star Trek XI ; Jim Kirk/Spock ; kitty!Spock, tribbles
Starsky & Hutch - Without A Trace
Starsky & Hutch ; Starsky/Hutch ; snow in LA
syfy's alice ; hatter/alice ; carnival games
Teachers ; Brian/JP ; Brian has never found love this uncomplicated before.
Temeraire/any fandom ; Any ; read my book
The Bill ; Luke/Craig ; after some initial doubts Craig gives Luke a second chance and it works out brilliantly.
The Clangers/Torchwood ; Myfanwy, team, soup dragon ; Bonding
The Closer ; Capt. Sharon Raydor ; getting even, karaoke, misunderstood
The Dead Zone/The Mentalist ; Johnny Smith, Bruce Lewis, Patrick Jane ; When Jane meets a real psychic...
The Demonata ; Juni/Kernel ; Maybe this time
The Demonata ; Kernel/Bec/Grubbs ; Start all over again.
The Demonata ; Meera/Dervish ; Finally
The Good Guys ; Dan and Jack ; 3 AM
The Lord of the Rings ; Merry and Pippin ; Drunk and Disorderly
The Lord of the Rings ; Merry/Pippin ; Ticklish
The Mentalist ; Cho/Jane ; Coffee vs. tea, Jane is good with kids, reasons why, the perfect cup
The Mentalist ; Jane + CBI Team ; Picnic
The Middleman ; any character(s) ; non-traditional holidays
The Middleman ; Lacey ; dance
The Middleman ; Raveena Rao ; music
The Pacific ; Ack-Ack/Hillbilly ; music
The Pacific ; Leckie and character of your choice ; reunion
The Professionals ; Bodie/Doyle ; commendation, euphoria, Swiss roll & bullets, drive, ladder, longing, protect, toast
The Sarah Jane Adventures ; Luke/Clyde ; uncool
The Sarah-Jane Adventures ; Luke and Rani ; science
Three Musketeers (Movie/TV (any) or Book Series) ; Athos/Aramis ; dishevelment, windowsill
Three Musketeers (Movie/TV (any) or Book Series) ; Porthos, Athos, Aramis ; conflagration
Torchwood ; Captain John Hart/Captain Jack Harkness ; body shots
Torchwood ; Gwen/Ianto/Jack ; heatwave
Torchwood ; Jack ; raindrops
Torchwood ; Jack and Owen ; scarab
Torchwood ; Jack/Ianto ; room service, scrabble
Torchwood ; Tosh and Ianto ; green aliens
Tortall verse ; Alanna/George ; love
Tortall verse ; Aly/Kyprioth ; flirting, tease
Tortall verse ; Aly/Nawat ; mate
Tortall verse ; Beka/Rosto ; criminal intent
Tortall verse ; Daine/Numair ; puppy
Tortall verse ; George/Alanna ; stealing kisses
Tortall verse ; George/Jonathan/Alanna ; celebration
Tortall verse ; Kel, Dom, Raoul, and/or Neal ; wildflowers
Traveler ; Tyler/Will ; future
True Blood ; Eric/Pam ; belonging
True Blood ; Godric/Eric ; loyalty
Vampire Babylon ; Claudius/Dawn ; bonding
Vampire Babylon ; Kiko/Natalia ; Sugar
veronica mars ; logan/veronica ; cuddling
Warehouse 13 ; Claudia ; Archimedes
Warehouse 13 ; Pete and Myka ; Darwin's notebook
Warehouse 13 ; Pete, Myka, Claudia ; Pogo-stick
Warehouse 13 ; H G Wells ; life before the Warehouse
Warehouse 13/Eureka ; Claudia/Fargo ; Talk geeky to me
White Collar ; any ; whistling
White Collar ; Diana/Christy ; dressing up
White Collar ; June ; coffee
White Collar ; June & Mozzie ; shopping
White Collar ; Neal/Peter ; incentive, please
White Collar ; Neal/Peter/Diana ; comfort
White Collar ; Peter/Elizabeth/Neal ; dancing
White Collar ; Peter/Neal ; busted, Neal's sketches, new suit, protection, shared shower, stakeout, tipsy
Wilby Wonderful ; Dan/Duck ; leather jacket.
Without A Trace ; Danny/Martin ; Danny accepts him so completely
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August 16 2010, 20:51:41 UTC 1 year ago
Torchwood; Back to Work; Gwen; PG
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August 17 2010, 09:50:02 UTC 1 year ago
Doctor Who; Sonata; the TARDIS; G/post-Series 5 (Part 1)
There is always music in the TARDIS. She is vast and complex and exquisitely alive, and every part of her thinks and feels and has a voice. Her engines thunder in bass drum rolls and hum in deep cello tones. Her monitors and instruments sparkle in flute trills. A thousand other systems hit every note in between, some of them speaking not through sound but through light and heat or a ripple in the air. She is an orchestra all her own, and every flight is a symphony.It’s not often that the TARDIS deliberately composes. Most of her singing is simply the work of the moment, the everyday sounds of flight and pursuit and life made musical by the harmony of a thousand voices with a single goal. Not simple melodies but clear ones, and so familiar that sometimes she catches her pilot singing along under his breath. The music of everyday wonder.
Tonight is different. There is always music, but tonight there is a song.
It has been a day of celebration for everyone, for her pilot whom she loves as much as she loves the stars, for the humans who love each other just as fiercely, for a universe that was unmade and rebuilt into rightness. They have all danced and lifted their voices, and now the TARDIS has her turn. Free, unfettered by danger or duty, she sings a song of joy and triumph to every corner of time and space.
She steers herself on a course of her own design, one that turns the trumpet crescendos of her navigational systems into fanfares every time she spins and turns. She’s dancing among her beloved stars, and the dance is its own song. To them she sings the delight of finding a long-lost friend again, here in this remade universe where there have always been stars. They are here again and so is she, freshly reborn from a memory and free to embrace them again. They echo back her sounds of love with confusion in their crystal voices, not remembering that they were lost, not remembering that she was lost. Her fanfares soften in affection, and underneath them the lower brass notes sing a playful warning: Be prepared. I’m on my way.
Inside, the song has the same heart but in different tones. Even gentled, her hymn to the universe is a violent bellow compared to the peaceful refrain that drifts down her corridors. All is well, her climate controls whisper in piano and clarinet shades. Her human passengers are always part of the song, even asleep as they are at the moment, and they are also part of its singing as she regulates her temperature and atmosphere to suit their comparatively fragile systems. The TARDIS sings gentleness to them, a lullaby of love and gratitude that mirrors their own soft breathing and tranquil heartbeats. You have done great things, you small and amazing creatures. Rest well.
The one whose song holds the entire universe in its laughing trills smiles in her sleep as the melody washes over her. The other one, who sings in resonant chords that are vastly older than his body, wraps his arm around her more tightly and pulls her closer. Neither of them hears the song, far more attuned to each other than to the TARDIS even in sleep, but they can feel it.
August 17 2010, 09:50:47 UTC 1 year ago
Part 2
Someone hears. The TARDIS lets the most complicated part of her song follow her pilot to the library, where he wanders the stacks in solitude. So often lonely, but tonight just alone. All his rhythms speak of comfort and contentment, the peace of recognizing the rightness of the universe. She knows his song almost as well as she knows her own, its depth and complexity familiar and constant even if the voice changes now and then. And he recognizes her voice, hears and feels and understands it in ways that no human and no star could ever master. He feels the thrum of her engines singing to themselves, hears her fanfare to the stars, breathes in her lullaby to their human charges. And over it the TARDIS sings a song that’s just for him, a love song in violin patterns of changing light and bursts of warmth. He’s a part of the singing as well, and he is always, always the reason for the song.On other nights, he would be adding his own notes to her song, bouncing around her control panel, spinning a dial here and tweaking a lever there, shifting the melody into something that was half her voice and half his. They sing well together, but she appreciates his hands-off approach tonight. This is her song, and she recognizes his respect for that in the quiet way he moves with her, following the melody and letting the undertones push him along. She speaks to him of the wonder of the universe, how it is more wonderful for having such things as adventurers in it, and childhood dreams to keep them alive, and time machines to take them everywhere and everywhen. She sings of places they’ve seen and places they have yet to see, and through it all there is the eager, fluttering refrain that she wants to see it all with him, and wants him to see it all with her.
The end of the song is the soft blaze of a single table lamp, one perfect piccolo note skimming the melody like a sea bird skimming the water’s surface. The song fades but the music remains. Her pilot touches that last light, quietly radiating love and praise. “Beautiful, as always,” he murmurs. Her contentment is a ripple of harp strings that makes him laugh, which is its own kind of music. He offers a song of his own, using his voice rather than manipulating hers, overlaying his melody on her music not to upstage her, but to repay her in kind. It’s a human song, not one of hers, but she loves it anyway for the way it answers her own song.
“Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars...”
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August 17 2010, 11:36:50 UTC 1 year ago
Riptide; Snap-Happy; Nick/Cody ; PG
Cody's not exactly camera-shy, but it's taken Nick nearly a month to get the shot he wants. If he'd just asked, Cody would've posed, smiled - but that's not the point. That's not the picture Nick's after.He's thought he had it a couple of times, but when the snaps come back the light's wrong, or Cody's looking away, or Mrs Naugatuck's damned dog is lifting its leg on a lamppost in the background.
"What you got?" Cody comes in unexpectedly and Nick cant hide the pictures quick enough. They're Cody - all of them, Cody - and that's not something he feels like explaining. He's not even sure he's got words for it at all.
"I think my camera's broken," Nick lies instead. "That's another waste of a film."
Cody drops a hand on his arm - comfort, sympathy, solidarity. Everything Nick's ever wanted. "There's worse things you could waste."
Nick knows that. Sometimes he thinks he's wasting his time, his life, but even if he is, it's worth it. Cody's worth it.
"Let me take a look." Cody takes the camera, holds it up, turns it over. "Looks okay to me."
"It's upside down, genius." Nick glares. "Anyway, when did you become Mr Photography?"
Cody turns the camera over. Points, clicks. "It must be my turn to waste some film, huh?"
He lowers the camera and there it is, what Nick's been trying to capture on camera: the joy lighting his sea-blue eyes, the sun kissing him with gold, every line of him vibrant and alive and Cody.
In the end, Nick realized he'd never get the shot. The part of Cody he was trying to capture wouldn't print, not even on Kodachrome. But Nick doesn't mind.
After all, who needs a photograph when you've got the real thing?
August 17 2010, 18:48:22 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Riptide; Snap-Happy; Nick/Cody ; PG
Awww. So sweet. ♥Sometimes he thinks he's wasting his time, his life, but even if he is, it's worth it. Cody's worth it.
Double awww.
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August 17 2010, 14:53:24 UTC 1 year ago
Avatar: The Last Airbender; Family; Toph & Zuko; G (post-series, mild spoilers)
The slate-tiled floor of Iroh's tea shop was cool and firm under Toph's bare feet. It informed her that Zuko's body language was tense and unhappy -- even more so than usual."I don't think I can do this, Uncle," he was saying as Toph skated lightly into earshot.
"Do what?"
"Everything. Being Fire Lord. I don't think I'm good at it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm not, and I’m terrified I’m going to screw up horribly and start another war or something."
Iroh laughed softly. His body said fond concern. "I think you are doing fine. My brother set a rather low standard, after all. You can only improve on his reign."
Zuko's body tensed even more. Anger, it said. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? That's the problem, Uncle. I come from a long line of bloodthirsty dictators. The only one who escaped that fate is you, and you abdicated the throne to run a tea shop."
"I do like tea ..."
"That isn't the point!"
"The point is that you're afraid you'll take after your family, right?" Toph said, sliding in to lean on his chair. She was getting a little taller, to her secret relief, but still had to stand on tiptoe to fold her arms over the chair's upright back.
"Here to mock my pain?" Zuko asked darkly.
Just for that, she punched him, though not too hard. Iroh's body language said stifled amusement, as loudly as Zuko was now radiating annoyance.
"No, I'm here to point out that I'm living proof you don't have to be anything like the people you're related to. And you don't have to like them, either. I mean, I love my family, but I really can't stand them, and they think I'm weird."
"Unless your family are fanatic megalomaniacs, I don't really think our situations compare."
"Youve never met my family, have you?" Toph said. "They stuffed me into a dress. I was supposed to speak only when spoken to, eat neatly, and pay polite attention to my earthbending tutor teaching me things that I learned from the badgermoles when I was four. And you'd know all of this if you'd paid any attention on our life-changing field trip which wasn't."
Zuko pushed his chair back, almost shoving her off her feet, and stood. "Look, if you want to compare crappy childhoods, I think that mine --"
Toph casually bent part of the floor over his feet and shins, freezing him in place.
"Hey!"
"Do put my floor back when you're done, if you wouldn't mind," Iroh said mildly.
"Sure will," Toph told him with a smile, and turned back to Zuko. "Listen, you can wallow if you want to -- you're pretty good at it -- but if you really think that family wins out in the end, why don't you stop worrying about the Fire Lords and look to your other family for inspiration, okay?"
"My other ..." Zuko left off struggling against his bonds. "Wait a minute, how did you know about Roku? I haven't told anyone that!"
"Roku? What's that got to do with -- Never mind." Toph pinched the bridge of her nose; she wasn't a patient person to begin with, and trying to deal with Zuko in these moods always gave her a headache. She wasn't sure why she bothered, really. "I'm talking about us, you total dink. Iroh, of course. Aang. Katara. Sokka. Me. Everybody. If family was just the people you're born to, I would've been totally screwed a long time ago."
She bent the floor back neatly, with a quick gesture, and then punched Zuko again. Harder. Because he deserved it for making her say all of that out loud.
"Ow!" he said faintly, rubbing his arm.
"You're pretty good at giving advice yourself, you know," Iroh told her. She could hear the smile in his voice, and feel it all over his body. "You'll have me out of a job soon."
"Nah. I've never been able to make a decent cup of tea." And she slipped away, back into the courtyard, to the feeling of Iroh's amusement pride love and Zuko's astonishment warmth embarrassment tingling-happy-all-over.
August 17 2010, 15:44:13 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Avatar: The Last Airbender; Family; Toph & Zuko; G (post-series, mild spoilers)
This is why Toph is awesome. Iroh's right--she is a wise woman beyond her years.1 year ago
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August 17 2010, 18:20:59 UTC 1 year ago
Avatar: The Last Airbender; Bright Side; Zuko/Gaang (gen); G (prompt: Truth)
There are a thousand ways to lie to yourself, and a million reasons. Zuko knows them all. But he's helpless in the face of these facts: Aang's honest affection, freely offered, though he knows he hasn't earned it. Katara's forgiveness. Toph's acceptance. Sokka's cheerful camaraderie.For all the lies and self-delusion that it took to get him to the Western Air Temple in the first place, the truth Zuko knows, deep at heart, is this: no apology, no matter how heartfelt, makes up for all those times he tried to harm and capture and kill them. He can't fix it, can't make up for it. He can only move forward, and try not to do more damage than he already has.
But this, too, is truth: they understand that he's trying, and accept it. Accept him. Kind of maybe actually like him a little. And for that, he's willing to give up all the self-deluding, self-protecting lies, and face the naked ugliness of his own soul, the bitter realities of his past. He's done terrible things, with his eyes wide open, in full awareness of the facts. He's threatened, damaged, destroyed. It's a hard truth to face, but he knows that in the end, it's better to see reality for what it is than to be swept away by a happy, ultimately delusional lie --
"You're brooding again, Sifu Hotman," Aang says cheerfully, bouncing into his nice quiet room (he's meditating in solitude, not brooding in the dark) to airbend a dust devil up his shirt.
"Stop calling me that! I'm your teacher; you're supposed to respect me."
"That is respectful," Aang says, all wide-eyed innocence, and flees with a giggle from Zuko's half-assed attempt at firebending some respect into him.
"I'm your teacher, so it's not if I say it isn't!" Zuko yells after him. "And I'm not brooding! I'm meditating! Leave me alone!"
But the truth is this: he doesn't actually mind at all.
August 17 2010, 20:09:06 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Avatar: The Last Airbender; Bright Side; Zuko/Gaang (gen); G (prompt: Truth)
"You're brooding again, Sifu Hotmam,"I really liked this.
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August 17 2010, 20:31:58 UTC 1 year ago
Sherlock (2010); Lestrade/Watson; reticence; PG (during series, no spoilers)
"Really, Inspector, I don't know why you're wasting my time with this." Sherlock sneered as he looked down at the pond. "The men were killed by a creature called a Lion's Mane jellyfish. It'll be in there, but don't try to get it out with your bare hands." He smiled, that same brittle, meaningless smile that Watson had seen too many times before, and swept away."Sorry," Watson said to Lestrade. He wondered briefly why he kept bothering to apologise for his friend, as Holmes evidently didn't care about the impression he was leaving behind. "He was up all night doing some sort of experiment.
Lestrade huffed a laugh. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know," he said firmly. He patted his pocket, then frowned. "Damn. Do you mind if I borrow your pen?"
"Not at all," Watson said equitably, handing over one of the free Barclays pens that tended to accumulate in his pockets. Lestrade's fingers brushed his as the detective inspector took it from him. "Thanks for asking, by the way."
"Hmm," Lestrade said, looking up at him with a hint of a smile. "I sometimes wonder how you put up with Sherlock ordering you around."
"I'm in - I was in the Army," Watson said lightly. "I'm used to orders."
Lestrade's eyebrows flicked upwards for a second, but he refrained from saying anything else.
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Seven days later, Watson was wrapped up in a coat that was doing very little against the London evening drizzle and looking gloomily down at Lestrade's latest corpse. Holmes was being loudly brilliant a few metres away, and John was glumly convinced that his friend hadn't even noticed the chill.
Holmes wound up his exposition with a flourishing gesture, then turned to Watson. "Coming, John?"
Though Watson wanted nothing more than to get in out of the rain, he didn't want to witness another of Sherlock's post-case crashes. So he shook his head. "No, I think I'll go get some coffee first. Maybe head to that Thai place, get some takeaway."
Holmes looked at him in faint surprise, then shrugged. "Your choice." He turned away, then back again. "Oh, do you have a tenner? I ran out of cash."
Watson wordlessly unearthed a ten-pound note from his wallet and held it out. Holmes snatched it from his hand and vanished into the night, presumably in search of a taxi.
Footsteps sounded nearby, and Watson looked around to see Lestrade at his elbow.
"Listen, I need a cup of coffee too. There's a little coffee shop I know near here. It'd probably be quicker than heading back to central London," Lestrade suggested.
"Yeah. Sure." Watson didn't really care, as long as the place was nearby.
The coffee was better than he'd hoped, and Lestrade turned out to be a surprisingly good conversationalist. It had been so long since Watson had managed to exchange small talk with someone not in the medical field that he found himself rather enjoying it. (Sherlock didn't count; he wouldn't know what small talk was even if you wrote it on his skull.)
". . . turned out to be badgers in the dustbins," Lestrade finished.
Watson laughed. "It sounds like you get some interesting cases."
Lestrade made a face as Watson took another sip of his coffee. The warmth travelled all the way down to his stomach and began radiating a comforting heat all through his body. "I could do with things being a little less interesting, sometimes," he griped.
"At least you solve your cases," Watson pointed out.
"Yes, if Mr. High-and-Mighty Sherlock Holmes deigns to poke his nose in," Lestrade said bitterly. "I almost wish we didn't need him."
Maybe it was the warmth of the coffee, maybe something else, but Watson moved his free hand to cover Lestrade's on the table. "Maybe. But I think the world would be a lot more boring if you didn't," he pointed out.
Lestrade didn't look down at their hands, but he hesitated a moment too long before pulling back. "You like the chase, don't you, John?" he said with a typical Lestrade half-smile, looking Watson in the eye.
"It makes life interesting," Watson said demurely, his attention on his coffee.
August 18 2010, 03:11:52 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Sherlock (2010); Lestrade/Watson; reticence; PG (during series, no spoilers)
I... didn't actually think anyone would write this. Damn. You have greatly pleased me, and I shall mention you when my campaign to convert the world to Watson/Lestrade is a success.1 year ago
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August 17 2010, 20:43:15 UTC 1 year ago
Sherlock (2010); Cooking; John, Sherlock, Lestrade; PG
This may or may not be a snippet from a longer WIP. I hope that's okay. Also, there is a distinct lack of cooking. /o\"I thought we were over the body-parts-in-the-fridge phase," John sighs.
Sherlock doesn't even look up. "Technically, it was in the freezer, not the refrigerator."
"Because that's somehow better." John's pulled the offending item out, and finds himself shaking it at Sherlock reproachfully. "Really, Sherlock, I've had more than enough of this."
"Time you were putting your foot down, eh?" Lestrade somehow manages to deliver that line with wide eyed-innocence, but he grins as John gives him a pained look. "Oh, come on, John, everyone gets cold feet sometimes."
"I do apologize." Sherlock is watching the pair of them with an inscrutable expression; John can barely see the quirk at the corner of his mouth. "I felt that it was important. Dark deeds were...afoot."
John can't help it, he's giggling helplessly now.
"Poor bloke," Lestrade says. He's aiming for gravity as he takes the frozen relic from John and puts it back in the depths of the freezer, but it doesn't last through his next sentence. "He's only got one foot in the grave."
John closes the door resignedly. "Sorry, I really don't think I'm cooking tonight," he says to Lestrade.
"As far as dinner is concerned, we may perhaps have got off on the wrong foot," Sherlock concedes, and that's when all three of them lose it.
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Re: Sherlock (2010); Cooking; John, Sherlock, Lestrade; PG
*just cackles helplessly*I'm such a sucker for horrid puns....
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August 17 2010, 20:49:19 UTC 1 year ago
Ice Age; Snooze; Sid & Crash, Eddy; PG
This is after the third movie, but hopefully that doesn’t matter >.<’Sid stretched out on his uneven rock, arching his back and yawning louder than he snored. He smacked his lips as he opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the perfect blue sky above. The breeze blew against his fur, and he eyed the numerous clouds that lay scattered about overhead of him.
He basked in the sound of smaller animals calling out and flying by, and smiled at the possum’s laughter only a few feet away. He turned his head and watched as they ran from Peaches, her trunk bouncing about as she ran around after her “uncles”. Sid laughed in his throat.
“Hey, Sid! We’re going to the tar pit, wanna’ come?” Crash called out, hopping onto a stump, followed by his brother.
“It’ll be fun! And you won’t even have to wash yourself off afterwards since you already stick.” Eddy comment, all honesty but voice childishly sarcastic.
“That’ll save you some trouble.” Sid sat up and stuck his tongue out lazily.
“Sorry, boys, but us Sloth’s need our beauty sleep.” Sid waved them off.
“No kidding.”
“HEY!”
“CYA’ SID!” They yelled out in unison, and scattered away, followed by a giggling ball of fluff. Sid clenched his teeth. They’d regret saying that to the Fire King! He stood up and put up his fists. He’d teach them to give him some respect.
“I’ll shove your little faces into that tar, and-and step on you two!” He yelled angrily. “And then you two will give me the respect ever Sloth – “ Before he could finish his sentence he fell face first onto his rock and snored out loudly. Moments later he flipped around and stretched, letting out a yawn.
“Eh, ‘m too busy…”
August 18 2010, 12:48:47 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Ice Age; Snooze; Sid & Crash, Eddy; PG
Aw, that is brilliant. I love Sid. He has his priorities just right.Thank you doing my prompt.
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August 17 2010, 21:01:17 UTC 1 year ago
Doctor Who; Ice Cream Sunday; Martha/Ten; PG-13/R, Part 1/3
(Er, this went a little long, so it's split into 3.)***
At first, Martha hated Sundays in 1969.
She had Wednesdays and Sundays off from her job in the shop. Her Wednesdays were split between domestic errands and the library, while the Doctor--aside from working on the timey-wimey detector--did whatever displaced Time Lords without a TARDIS did in that era. (She never asked, and he never said.) But Sundays seemed to rain without fail. Living week-to-week on her pay packet, there wasn't much to do on Sundays beyond sitting in their tiny two-room flat watching telly, or read. Martha tried her best to keep her spirits up, but as April turned to May and then headed towards June, they flagged as she began to wonder if they'd ever have the TARDIS back.
The first good-weather Sunday in 1969 was about six weeks after they arrived. By now used to interminable rain, Martha refused to get out of bed, but the Doctor kept bouncing around the flat, eventually driving her barmy with his cheeriness.
About eleven o'clock, fully scrubbed and dressed, he bounded into her bedroom. "At last, a sunny Sunday! Sunshine! It's glorious! Come on, get up, Martha Jones, we've a full day ahead."
"Get stuffed," she mumbled into the pillow.
"Oh, don't be like that, Martha." He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her shoulder. "It's a gorgeous day for a stroll."
Still bleary, she scowled at him, but he continued, more gently, "I know we can't afford much but we can still spend a day out. A picnic lunch, maybe? Or not. There's a free concert in the park this afternoon. What about it?"
He looked so eager and excited (and possibly guilty too, over how long they'd been stranded already), that Martha couldn't bring herself to refuse. "Oh, all right," she said. "An afternoon out sounds lovely."
"Brilliant!"
"Just let me get ready. And you can pack a lunch first."
She slipped into the bathroom down the hall while the Doctor packed peanut butter sandwiches and fruit into a paper bag, then she shooed him out of her room so she could dress. She donned a lavender sleeveless mini-dress and low-wedge sandals bought from the thrift shop, and tied back her hair. When she stepped out into the main room, he gazed at her up and down, his face lit with approval.
"Oh, look at you, Martha Jones," he breathed. "You are beautiful."
She smoothed down the cotton, suddenly nervous. "Do you think?"
"The prettiest girl in the park." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
She grabbed a crocheted shawl and her purse and they left the flat. After all the rain, the sun felt like a blessing, and Martha turned her face towards the sky. Her step soon picked up, and by the time they reached the park they were running hand-in-hand.
As promised, a local orchestra was playing Mozart in the bandshell when they arrived. The Doctor laid out his suit jacket for Martha to sit on while he lounged on the grass, and they ate their lunch. About halfway through the concert he began to fidget, so they wandered over to the nearby playground and commandeered two swings. Later, all swinged out, Martha couldn't help but giggle when the Doctor snitched a daisy from one of the flowerbeds and tucked it behind her ear. When he chased her through a wading fountain, she decided they were being thoroughly childish, and silly, and it didn't matter because she enjoyed every minute of it.
Of course the Doctor had to spy the ice cream van as it drove up the path. He clambered out of the fountain, his Converse squelching on the pavement. Martha, who at least had had the sense to remove her sandals before jumping in, followed, scooping up her shoes and shawl along the way.
"What do you think, Miss Jones?" He pointed towards the van. "Can we?"
August 17 2010, 21:03:33 UTC 1 year ago Edited: August 18 2010, 19:44:14 UTC
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Martha rummaged through her purse and pulled out various coins, counting out shillings and pennies. "We have just enough for one double-scoop cone, Mr. Smith," she said at last, "so we'll have to share.""Brilliant!" He grabbed the coins from her hand and marched straight up to the ice cream van. She suppressed a fond smile. God, he really is a great big child sometimes, she thought.
"We'd like a double-scoop," he said, bouncing on his toes, and nodded at Martha trailing behind. "Lady's choice."
She glanced at the menu and said, "Mint, please."
She paid for the cone, and they walked slowly, arm-in-arm, taking turns. It was warm enough that the sun started to melt the ice cream faster than they could eat it.
"We should have grabbed extra napkins," Martha said.
The Doctor shrugged and took a bite. "Just have to eat it faster."
They arrived at a bench in a relatively secluded glade, and sat down side-by-side. Martha found herself mesmerized by the way the Doctor rolled his tongue around the cone, completely immersed in it. Literally as well as figuratively, she thought, upon seeing the smears of pastel green around his mouth when he handed the cone back to her.
"You've got ice cream on your cheek," Martha said. "Don't move." She moistened her thumb and gently wiped the smudges off his face. "Really, a grown--well, Time Lord--and such a mess. How old are you, six?" She then undermined her chiding by taking a generous bite of her own.
"Oi, look who's talking!" Though he looked vaguely put out, and she had to repress a grin. He recovered and added, "I'm just enjoying the tasty creaminess."
It sounded vaguely suggestive, and she raised an eyebrow, but he only gave her a cheeky grin. "And do you know, you have ice cream on your face too, Miss Jones?" he continued. His gaze lingered on her lips. "If you'll let me return the favour..." He bent down, and licked the ice cream from the corner of her mouth.
She blinked in shock, but before she could register what was really happening, he dragged his tongue along her upper lip.
"Doctor?"
At that he slipped an arm around her and kissed her properly, his lips sliding against hers. His tongue gently probed her open mouth; Martha gasped and reflexively deepened the kiss. With her free hand she reached up to his neck, twining her fingers in his hair. She couldn't quite believe it: the Doctor and Martha Jones, snogging on a park bench on a summer Sunday in 1969. What would the girls in the shop say--? Then the Doctor moaned into her mouth and pressed harder, and she let herself be swept along by it.
After a minute or so, they pulled back; Martha felt dazed, and the Doctor looked rather affected too. "Wow. Just--what was that?"
"What do you think?" The Doctor cupped her shoulder, his eyes warm and bright. "My gorgeous Martha Jones," he said, "are you enjoying your day out?"
"Oh, yes."
"Good. I'm glad."
He moved to kiss her again, but Martha felt something wet tickle her arm. She drew back and made a face: rivulets of melted ice cream were trickling down her hand which held the now-disintegrating cone. "Ugh," she said. "This is disgusting. The cone's turned to mush!"
The Doctor inspected the mess and grinned. "Let me take care of it." He took the cone from her, peeled off the wet paper and smushed the whole thing into his mouth. She watched, both amused and repulsed as he chewed and swallowed. He then took her sticky hand and lazily began to suck the mint off her fingers.
What the--? "Doctor, you're licking me in public!"
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August 17 2010, 23:40:11 UTC 1 year ago
Riptide; Photographs and Memories; Nick/Cody; G
Most people, Cody knew, used photographs to mark the important and happy times in their lives. Proms and Homecoming dances; graduations; the random pictures of a nameless beach or balcony view that meant a vacation; and later, tissue-covered and prized, impressions that other people had taken of weddings. Sometimes, there were shots of friends and parties and maybe someone's first car. Later still, there might be pictures of babies and family get-togethers, birthday parties and kids in sporting gear smiling at the camera with front teeth missing.Cody's photo album didn't look anything like that, though. Instead there were grainy black and whites and faded polaroids in which orange seemed to be the only lasting color, all of them pictures of guys in rag-tag uniforms, and many of them labeled with dates that meant nothing to anyone but him. Dates when they'd shipped out for home, or the date when they hadn't returned from a mission, or the date when survival had meant something because it hadn't been anyone's but theirs. Ghoulish, someone had told him once, but hell, they all deserved to have those times remembered, even if it was only with a date in a battered photo album.
Still, there were a lot of smiling faces in there, lots of pranks played and immortalized – one guy, Sonny… Something, his dark hair bleached out while he was too drunk to protest, his boots laced up with licorice whips, and shirt-sleeves sewn shut while he slept. They had found relief in silliness, hiding and denying the pain that surrounded them.
And there were pictures of Nick.
Nick captured for posterity, diving for a volley-ball during a quick off-duty pick-up game at their firebase. Nick grinning, shades pushed up on his forehead as he leaned back against his chopper. Nick with his shirt sleeves rolled up and a beer in his hand, trying to coax some tunes out of the beat-up radio that was one of their few connections to the real world between patrols.
In place of laughing prom dates and parties and graduation, there were photos that Cody had taken after they'd come home. There were shots of Nick and the Mimi when it really was little more than a hunk of scrap. Nick, covered in grease, halfway under the Corvette and flipping him off for interrupting his work to take the picture.
Then there was his favorite one. He and Nick, lounging on the deck of the Riptide, Nick's hand resting gently on his leg, the other waving around as he tried to tell some bullshit story that neither of them cared about, or even believed, but made them both laugh.
Yeah… his photo album might be different than the ones that other people had, but it was still full of the things that were important, the things he loved.
August 17 2010, 23:47:25 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Riptide; Photographs and Memories; Nick/Cody; G
I utterly adore this! Cody's replacement album is certainly the one I would choose to look through!1 year ago
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August 17 2010, 23:55:56 UTC 1 year ago
Sandman (Neil Gaiman comics); Respite; Death, Delirium; family
"They don't understand me, you know," Delirium spoke softly but with great conviction. Her face fell as she continued. "But how can they, when they don't hear the colors I do, or get all tingly when they eat a hummingbird." She cocked her head at an almost impossible angle, waiting for a reply.Death watched from the shade of a nearby tree as her sister went on conversing with the pile of fall leaves she'd carefully collected and shaped. It had taken nearly an hour for her to get it just so, and Death had marveled at her sister's concentration. It might have saddened some of the others that such focus was spent on creating an imaginary confidante, but Death just sat back, a small smile crossing her lips. It widened when Delirium finally completed the task and twirled about happily, barely keeping from knocking over her new friend.
Delirium giggled and waggled her finger at the leaves, and Death wondered what naughty thing they had just said. As if she knew what her older sister was thinking, Delirium turned to grin at Death, leaning in to whisper something and then nodding at the pile before giving her a saucy wink.
Death felt a tiny spark and looked down to see an ephemeral fish flopping next to her. She deftly scooped it up; it looked like her sister had forgotten that fish needed water to breathe. Again. She lifted the tiny creature to her lips and blew a soft kiss at it; it relaxed in her hand and then faded. She sighed, reminded that her work was never done.
Looking up to see if Delirium had noticed, she saw that her sister had abandoned her leafy compatriot to dance on the back of a nearby park bench. Multi-colored bubbles floated around her, and what looked to be snowflakes danced with her in time to music only she could hear.
Death stood slowly, brushing the dirt from her hands and clothes. As she approached, Delirium saw her and waved. A mass of glass butterflies suddenly appeared around them both, dazzling in the late afternoon sun.
Death smiled and hugged her sister. "It's always good to see you." And it was, but especially on a day like today, when the traces of her old Self moved in harmony with the new.
Delirium replied in a series of tweets and twitters and a piercing siren's call that shattered the butterflies, scattering their loveliness in shards across the pavement. Delirium clapped her hands over her mouth at that, eyes dancing with mischief.
Death gave her a stern look that she almost pulled off, then kissed her sister’s forehead and let the autumn breeze move her toward her next destination.
August 18 2010, 11:00:01 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Sandman (Neil Gaiman comics); Respite; Death, Delirium; family
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August 18 2010, 01:12:51 UTC 1 year ago
Highlander/Doctor Who (x-over) ; Martha/Methos ; Martha getting swordfighting lessons from Methos
(I rambled. I'm sorry)The air was colder than Martha expected when she landed at Charles De Gaulle airport, and she was contemplating pulling her leather jacket out of her suitcase when the sharp breeze whipped her braids into her face.
“Martha Jones-Smith, I presume,” a voice drawled, as she anchored her hair behind an ear.
“Well, it sure isn't Livingstone,” she said, with a grin, as she eyed the man slouched against the bonnet of the SUV beside her. “Adam Pierson?”
“Last time I checked..”
“Do you double check often?”
He smirked. “It's as if you know me.”
August 18 2010, 05:59:29 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Highlander/Doctor Who (x-over) ; Martha/Methos ; Martha getting swordfighting lessons from Metho
*bounces*You wrote my prompt!! Thank you!
August 18 2010, 02:26:45 UTC 1 year ago
Without A Trace ; Danny/Martin ; Danny accepts him so completely; PG/No spoilers/Slash
BTW: Thank you, prompter, for keeping the fandom alive.:-D
Done some banners on the boys. Just follow the link for more.
http://annievh.livejournal.com/43193.ht
August 18 2010, 03:04:38 UTC 1 year ago
SG-1; Another World; Mitchell; Constellation; G
The first time Cam really got that he was on another world was when he saw the night sky on P8X-423. When you came down to it, in the daylight all planets looked a lot alike. Forest, trees, blue sky, a sun (or maybe two if you were lucky), clouds, dust, sand, all the stuff you could get at home.The night sky was different, though. The stars were different. He wasn't an expert at astronomy, but he knew what Earth's stars looked like and could pick out a few constellations. Orion, The Big Dipper and Ursa Major. They weren't in the sky of P8X-423, of course. It was like someone had taken a big spoon and mixed up the sky like cake batter.
Smack dab in what appeared to be the middle of the sky was a huge star, sort of like Polaris back on Earth, only bigger and more spectacular even than that. The locals called it 'The Eye', because it was part of 'The Weeping Lady' constellation. She was in profile, with one eye showing, and a tear sparkling on her cheek. She was supposed to be in constant mourning for all those who died before old age. It might be a little romantic on his part, but Cam could swear she was smiling a little, like she knew there was hope.
His grandmother used to tell him that you couldn't change the stars. He supposed this wasn't really proof otherwise. A person couldn't change the stars, but the stars could change. You just had to know where to look. And it was awesome.
August 18 2010, 04:03:33 UTC 1 year ago
Re: SG-1; Another World; Mitchell; Constellation; G
This is not my fandom and I really have no clue who the character is (I've seen, like, four episodes of the show), but this is still absolutely lovely.1 year ago
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August 18 2010, 03:11:02 UTC 1 year ago
Due South; If My Love Were in My Arms, and I in My Bed Again; Fraser/Kowalski; NC-17
This is about 930 words, which proved too much for the comment limit.Excerpt:
Ray always hated waking up in the morning to the sound of rain. When he was a kid, it would put him in a rotten mood right away, because if it kept up all day, it would mean they couldn't go outside at recess. And he always, always got in trouble sometime during the afternoon if they didn't do outside recess; his dad said he needed to "run his crazies out." Plus when they had inside recess they played stupid quiet calm girly games like tiddlywinks and jacks. (Well, okay, Ray actually dug jacks when he was really little, and he was pretty good at it--he could get up to sevensies most of the time. But it stopped being all right for boys to like it in about third grade, so of course he stopped liking it.)
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If My Love Were in My Arms, and I in My Bed Again
August 18 2010, 17:34:15 UTC 1 year ago
SGA; Anything for a Teammate; John and Sam; G
“Then Teyla shoves Ronon out of the way and punches the guy in the face herself.” John took another sip of coffee, smiling over the cup's rim. “We didn’t establish a trade agreement with the Purimeq.”Carter nodded in commiseration. “I can’t count the number of times Jack got us tossed out of a negotiation. However, those were probably not the allies we needed.”
“Good instincts.”
“Exactly.” Carter held out her hand. “More?”
“Fill ‘er up.” John handed her his cup as he cast a glance at his watch. Four hours.
“Be right back.” Carter refilled both cups and returned, grimacing as she took a drink. “This pot is as bad as the last.”
“Guess institutional coffee is the same everywhere.” John leaned back, searching for a topic to distract himself. “Weirdest thing you’ve ever done for a teammate.”
Carter flushed scarlet as she set her cup on the table. “Well, I have about six that we’ve sworn to never speak of again—”
“Only six?” John murmured.
“—so I guess I’ll go with the time I had to mud wrestle an adamir – it’s a pig-like animal on P3U-993 – to convince the locals not to kill Daniel.”
“Mud wrestle. Really?”
Carter’s face scrunched in disgust. “Thick, nasty, black mud, like tar only worse. I smelled like a sewer for a week.” She chuckled as she stretched her legs. “Though making Daniel fetch everything I needed for that week was almost worth it.”
“I take it you won.”
“Yep. Of course, the sedative I stuck it with might have helped.” Carter grinned mischievously. “But it was enough to convince the tribal elder that their god, a minor Goa’uld named Bes that we’d killed the year before, favored Daniel. He was treated like royalty on that world for quite some time. Still vacations there occasionally.” She sniffed at her coffee then pushed the cup aside. “What about you?”
“Weirdest thing I’ve done?” John bit his lip, running through all of his choices. “I don’t know where to start.”
Carter laughed. “Start with Ronon.”
“Like that narrows it down.” John scratched his chin and shifted in the hardback chair. “I impersonated an Ancient once.”
“Please. Who hasn’t done that at some point?”
“Right. Okay. I had to juggle eggs, really big eggs, like basketball-size eggs on M9I-644. Ronon refused to bow before the queen of the settlement, said he wasn’t subservient to anybody. We had to prove we were of equal nobility.”
“By juggling eggs.”
“It had something to do with ingenuity and focus.” John’s eyes slid toward his watch again.
“He’s going to be fine. No one is more stubborn than Rodney McKay, and Carolyn is the best doctor I know.”
John rubbed at the headache that throbbed between his eyes. “I know. Really, I do.”
“But it doesn’t stop you from wishing he were on Atlantis.”
“No, it doesn’t.” John pushed out of the chair to pace the waiting room. “Atlantis has the best facilities…”
“Beaming him was too risky.”
John forced himself to sit. “Leave it to McKay to survive five years in Pegasus only to get hit by a car on a coffee run at his sister’s.”
“Rodney’s one of a kind.”
“You miss being on a team?”
Carter’s eyes flicked away. “Some days, so much it hurts to breathe.” She sighed as she lifted her eyes to his. “But I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Right now, there’s no place else I’d rather be than helming the Hammond. We keep in contact and get together regularly, but I miss the camaraderie. That was the best part, to me, of being on a team. What about you?”
“Best part?”
“Yeah.”
John leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Knowing that when I go into battle, my friends have my back.”
“Worse part?”
“Same thing.”
“Sam?”
John whirled toward Lam’s voice. Still in scrubs with her mask dangling around her neck. Smiling. The knot in his chest loosened as he leaped to his feet. “How is he, Doc?”
Lam squeezed his arm gently. “We’ve stopped the bleeding and set his leg. He has a long recovery ahead of him, though.”
Carter waggled her brows at him. “That sounds like fun.”
“Good thing his girlfriend is a doctor,” John retorted. “I don’t do bedpans.”
“What happened to anything for a teammate?”
John shook his head. “That only goes so far.”
Carter’s smile said she didn’t believe it for a minute.
John didn’t, either.
August 18 2010, 17:50:16 UTC 1 year ago
Re: SGA; Anything for a Teammate; John and Sam; G
Awwww, this was very cute! There can't be enough John and Sam fics out there. Loved them comparing 'notes' on missions :D1 year ago
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August 18 2010, 17:48:16 UTC 1 year ago
Sherlock (BBC); Sherlock; G; cooking
After the latest roommate had run away screaming (literally; Sherlock saw no need to embellish such a sordid tale), he found himself missing somewhat the quality of the cooked food he used to make them."How complicated can it be?" Sherlock asked the oven. It didn't reply, although if one was prone to anthropomorphising inanimate objects, one might have taken the gaping mouth of the oven as a sign of apprehension. Sherlock had, on occasion, been accused of treating people like inanimate objects, but never the other way around, so he ignored it.
Cooking was the most closely related to chemistry, he decided, and he was brilliant at chemistry.
Sherlock sat at the laptop and pulled up a few sites, opening a number of tabs in parallel, one for each type of meal, to maximise the efficiency of the process.
He backed out scornfully from the kind of recipes that mentioned "a cup of X" or "a spoonful of Y" - what kind of cup? He had dozens, from Berzelius beakers to Erlenmeyer flasks, from tiny coffee cups to huge beer jugs. Spoons were also aligned somewhat haphazardly in a drawer, ranging from the tiniest to the kind that could be used as a blunt weapon for when martial arts just wouldn't cut it, or when one was attacked while preparing soup. (It tended to happen more often than an average boring human would think, which was why Sherlock had given up soup-making.)
He was reasonably content with a few recipes in the end, for which all the ingredients were available and not too long after their expiration date. He memorised the quantities, composed a plan of action that minimised the total time while making maximum use of each kitchen area and of the cook's capabilities - which were excellent, since the cook was Sherlock - and set about making himself a nice lunch.
Three hours and four nicotine patches later, as the white sauce refused to coagulate and the beef stayed stringy, while the potatoes were a still-smouldering lumpy mass on the floor, Sherlock reluctantly concluded that the experiment was a failure. He glared disdainfully at the brown smudge that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike a chocolate soufflé.
He abandoned the ruined clothes on the floor and got dressed to go out.
Cooking was nothing like chemistry. He hadn't thought something unpredictable could be boring, but the proof was standing right there, or rather lying spread all over the kitchen. Cooking was illogical, unpredictable and boring. It was best left to the professionals, while his brilliant mind was better spent on other problems.
Sherlock furled his scarf around his neck wth a flourish, took out his radio and tuned in to the police frequency.
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Re: Sherlock (BBC); Sherlock; G; cooking
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August 18 2010, 19:25:52 UTC 1 year ago
Due South; One Fish, Two Fish; wee!Ben Fraser and Bob Fraser; G
Dad is in the armchair by the fireplace, smelling of snow and faraway places, sleepy and contented, and Ben sits on his lap with his favorite book, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. He is so happy to have Dad home that he never wants to go to sleep again. If he just stays on Dad’s lap, Dad will stay here. “This one has a little star. This one has a little car,” Ben reads.“Good, Benton,” Dad says. “You’ve been practicing while I was away.”
Ben skips to his favorite part of the book, clears his throat, and reads with as much flair as he can muster: “Once there was a little Nook. On his hat he had a hook. On his hook he had a book. On his book was ‘How to Cook.’ But a Nook can't read and a Nook can't cook, so what good to a Nook is a hook cook book?” He points at the picture, holds it above his head so his father can see, and giggles.
“Very good!” Dad says. “Caroline, did you hear that? By Jove, I think the boy can read! At the tender age of three, no less.”
Mum looks up from her knitting. “He’s memorized the book, dear,” she says gently.
“Well, let’s just see. Ben,” he motions for Ben to hand over the book and flips it open to a different page, “what’s that word right there? The one right above my finger.”
Ben leans in, licks his lip, and concentrates hard on the squiggles. This is really important, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. He says the word three times in his head before he’s sure enough to say it out loud. “Black.”
“Right!” his father says. He flips to another page, points to another word. “What’s this one?”
“Cats,” Ben says quickly. He loves cats. He’s never actually seen one, but they look so fluffy and cute in pictures.
“That’s right.” He points at several more words, each on a different page, and Ben knows every one of them. Dad’s smile gets bigger and bigger, and Mum puts down her knitting and comes over to stand next to them to watch.
“He really can read,” she finally says in amazement.
“Yes, he can,” Dad says, and Ben can hear the pride rising off the words like steam from the teakettle.
“I like to read,” says Ben. “Can I read you a story?”
“Yes, you can,” Dad says, still proud, and settles in to listen.
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Re: Due South; One Fish, Two Fish; wee!Ben Fraser and Bob Fraser; G
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August 18 2010, 19:38:11 UTC 1 year ago
Harry Potter; He's Got Me And I'm Not Free; McGonagall/Snape; last book spoilers
"The boy is a menace." Snape stared into the fire that was crackling in McGonagall's hearth. There was no other light, but the cheerful blaze illuminating her study was more than enough to see by."I think he'll do very well," McGonagall replied equitably from her favourite comfy chair. "He has the right temperament for an Auror."
"Temperament." Snape snorted. His fingers drummed soundlessly on the arm of his own chair. "He is unreliable, hot-headed, arrogant . . ."
"Yes, Severus. I know what you think of Potter," McGonagall said patiently. "Try thinking of him as Harry, instead. As Lily's son."
Snape was silent for so long that McGonagall wondered if she'd made a mistake in bringing up Lily. He was so quiet, in fact, that she had to look over at him to make sure that he hadn't left the room. Snape could have been a statue, a still Muggle portrait, for all the movement he showed. Only the firelight that reflected off his hair gave him any appearance of life, the furrows in his brow drawn dark by the dancing shadows.
"Severus?" she prompted.
"Yes . . ." Snape said slowly. "You make a good point."
As he turned towards her, his sleeve slid back, and she couldn't help by glance at the bare arm that had been inadvertently revealed.
Snape followed her glance. "Tell me, Minerva. Why didn't you include the Dark Mark in my portrait?"
McGonagall had never answered that question, no matter how many times he'd asked it. Often, in the beginning. Later, less frequently.
Now . . . now, perhaps, was that last time he'd ask her.
"I wanted you to be free of him," she said bluntly. "We used you to get to him, Severus, and it cost you . . . well." She waved at the huge frame that enclosed him, the body that was no thicker than a smear of paint. "I didn't want you labelled with that . . . that damned Mark for all eternity."
Snape smiled, the smile she'd only ever seen when they were alone together. "Might I remind you that it was Dumbledore who used me to reach Voldemort, not you? At least, I don't remember objecting to you – ah – using me." While she blushed, he shook his head. "You always did make me tangle my words. Wouldn't our students have been surprised if they'd seen those late-night talks of ours? What I intended to say was . . . thank you. Thank you for the gift of freedom, Minerva."
"Ah . . . you're quite welcome, I'm sure," she managed, still blushing furiously.
Snape held out a hand, pressing against the seeming glass that separated them. McGonagall met the gesture, palm to palm, flesh against paint. And, for a moment, she could almost feel his skin against hers.
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Re: Harry Potter; He's Got Me And I'm Not Free; McGonagall/Snape; last book spoilers
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August 19 2010, 10:22:00 UTC 1 year ago
Doctor Who; Life Study (Painting prompt); Amy, Rory, Eleven; G (Part 1 of 2)
Amy chewed on the end of her paintbrush thoughtfully; the Doctor said it was a very valuable antique from a planet in the Seashell Galaxy that had outlawed all forms of artwork about five thousand years after she was born, but she found that it had a delightful sugar-mint taste that helped her focus, so antiquity by damned. Pulling it away from her mouth, she carefully added more definition to a leg. "Stop squirming. I'm almost done.""I can't help it," Rory said, resisting the urge to scratch his nose. "It's warm in here, and you know I get itchy when I'm hot." Darting an eye over at Amy, he quickly risked a scratch while she was mixing a colour on her palette.
Amy looked up from her palette and fixed an eye on him. "And you wouldn't be warm if you hadn't asked me to turn up the heating now, would you?" Lifting the brush with her newly-created colour on it, Amy carefully added shading to Rory's chin.
"Well I was cold then, wasn't I?" Rory risked Amy's wrath by turning his head to look directly at her. Her tongue was sticking out the side of her mouth as she leaned in close to the canvas. She didn't seem to notice his transgression. "Couldn't you have just gotten me a blanket or something?"
Amy leaned around the side of the canvas and smirked at Rory. "And how do you think I could paint you if you're wrapped in a blanket, hmm? Now turn your head back, I'm working on that bit." Pulling her own head back behind the canvas, Amy added a stroke to the hairline. "Anyway, you wouldn't be warm if you'd just stop blushing. It throws off your colour."
Rory rolled his eyes. "Yes, Amy, it's just that easy. You've had me naked for the past two hours and I haven't stopped ... blushing ... throughout." Rory twitched his neck slightly to loosen a developing cramp. "I think if I could stop I probably would have by now."
"Oh, complain, complain." Amy paused to regard the canvas for a moment. "I'm married to you. It's not like I've haven't seen it all before." Very carefully she leaned forward and traced a faint crease around his eyes. "Just relax. We're in the TARDIS. The only ones who might come looking are the Doctor or that thing in the garden, and we're far enough away that it'll take them hours to find us."
"Yes, well." Rory shrugged, earning a slight glare. "I'm just not all that used to having my clothes off this much. I feel naked. And don't look at me like that," he said, breaking pose to point a finger at Amy. "You know exactly what I mean."
Amy's lip twitched as she mentally stomped on the jokes that sprang to mind. "Don't worry. I won't be much longer. Just got the finishing touches." Amy waved her brush in the air triumphantly. "And then you get to help me stash this back where I got it before the Doctor figures out what happened to it."
Rory sighed affectionately. "And so after making my bum fall asleep you ask me to be your partner in crime. Against the Doctor." Shaking his head slightly he found himself smiling. "It's a good thing I love you, you know."
"Love you too," Amy said with a grin. "Now stop distracting me or we'll be here for ages." Peering carefully at her palette, Amy grabbed another tube of paint out of her bag and carefully added a tiny amount to the colour she'd just mixed, swirling it with her brush.
Rory stealthily stretched his limbs as much as he could while Amy's attention was on the board. "I'll be good, I promise. If I stay like this any longer than I have to things might start falling off, and... hang on." Rory went quiet for a moment. "Can you hear that?"
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Doctor Who; Life Study (Painting prompt); Amy, Rory, Eleven; G (Part 2 of 2)
Amy was about to make a comment about plastic hearing when she did hear it: a faint, muffled buzz. Sonic screwdriver. Her recognition clicked at the same time the door's lock did. Rory and Amy had just enough time to turn and look as the door swung upwards.The Doctor strode through the open doorway, glowering as he tucked his sonic away in his jacket, looking every inch the Oncoming Storm that Amy had heard him talk about. "Right then, Amelia Jessica Pond! I want to know just what ... you were ..." The Doctor stopped midstride and blinked repeatedly at the display in the middle of the room, his jaw caught open as language momentarily left him.
Rory and Amy both stared back at him, eyes wide and, in Rory's case, verging on panic. As his brain caught up to the situation Rory yelped and quickly spun around on the platform, pulling his knees up against his chest. Amy's hand flew to her mouth as she forcefully tamped down the giggles that threatened to bubble out halfway between horror and hysteria. "Doctor! Good to see you! Think you could knock next time?"
The Oncoming Storm's jaw snapped shut. "What? Oh. Um. Sorry, I..." His hand absently ratted out a knock against his leg as he continued to stare blankly at Rory's quickly reddening back. "Amy. Just a question. Am I seeing things, or is Rory naked?"
"Yes, extremely naked, thank you!" Rory's voice was tinted with suppressed panic. "And I'd very much appreciate if someone could pass me my clothes, please."
Amy bit her lip as another wave of giggles rose up. Setting her board and brushes to the side, she grabbed Rory's shirt and trousers. "Sorry. I really didn't think he'd find us here so quickly."
The Doctor turned his head towards Amy, his face still waiting for an expression besides shock to turn up. "Heat signatures. Once I stripped out the garden it was easy." He blinked again and looked back at Rory.
Rory snatched at the shirt Amy offered and quickly began to pull it on. "Easy, he says. Never find us, you said." Giving Amy a baleful eye, he buttoned his shirt. "Why do I let you talk me into these things?"
Amy was now turning her own shade of red from the effort of not bursting out in laughter. Shaking her head, she silently handed Rory his trousers as her shoulders quivered. Rory grabbed them and looked up at her before sighing with resignation. "It's okay. You can laugh. I don't mind."
"Oh, no! No, I would never." Amy held her hand out in protest as Rory pulled on his trousers, forcing her face into a semblance of seriousness. "Nothing funny about this, and I'm sure the Doctor agrees. Don't you, Doctor?"
"What? Oh!" The Doctor shook his head as his mind found its way back to him. Belatedly he turned to face the wall. "No, nothing funny. Sorry, Rory, I just didn't expect... well, I didn't expect."
Rory zipped himself up and scrubbed his hands over his face. "That makes two of us, Doctor." He fixed Amy with a Look. "Next time you are putting a sign on the door."
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Leverage; Along for the Ride; Eliot and Parker (gen); PG; prompt:: teaching
My skills at writing short fics leave much to be desired. So this one doesn't fit in a comment. Here's the fic info and link to the full story though!Title: Along for the Ride
Author:
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~4,800 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Parker's never liked horses. She tried to explain that to the team, but she still got roped into a con requiring her to ride one of the animals. The mission doesn't exactly going according to plan, and Parker realizes that maybe it's time to get over this phobia of hers. But that's not a gauntlet she need face alone, that's what teammates are for. Eliot and Parker friendship, pre-ship if you squint.
Author's Note: This fic was written for the prompt "Eliot/Parker: teaching" at the
Read the fic at my LJ
August 20 2010, 03:42:42 UTC 1 year ago
Torchwood: rain dance; Jack; PG
Rain was a rare and special thing where Jack grew up. Where he lives now, it rains more often than not. This balance, this differential, has not escaped his notice.He remembers:
His first stumbling, barefoot steps on the hot sand of his parents' yard, among the shocks of beach grass that shot up in wild spurts of brown-green. Suddenly a drop of water falls - and another, and another, and then the water is in thick sheets and the sand is darkened by some strange alchemy his child-mind can't comprehend. He falls back on his diapered bottom with the shock of it all and laughs in great peals, is swept up into his mother's arms and they dance around the tufts of greenery, her bare breasts and skirted, Jack-laden hips swaying in the rain and the summer heat to their own imagined music.
Three thousand years before that day happens, that boy (now called Jack Harkness) looks up at the heavy sky on a small blue planet that is nothing like his own, and laughs with delight as the first drops fall.
He reaches for his coat, then purposefully ignores it and heads for the invisible lift.
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Re: Torchwood: rain dance; Jack; PG
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August 20 2010, 20:14:03 UTC 1 year ago
Doctor Who; Face to Faith; Eleven/Jack; G
The next time that the Doctor sees Jack, they're both older. Well, technically, the Doctor is both older and younger – older in years, younger in body, and still not ginger. It'd be nice to be ginger, one day.Jack's eyes carry the pain of a hundred human lifetimes, of a Time Lord's lifespan without the embrace of the universe to give him a place wherever he was.
Time Lords always know where they are in the universe. They might not know the names, or the people, or the customs, but where they are relative to the heart of the universe? It's as much a part of them as knowing when they are. Humans – even humans like Jack, who are the stones in the Zen-garden sands of life – don't have that knowledge. Can't have it.
So blind humans are, not to see the universe that way. So lucky. Lucky not to see birth and life and death bound together in the great rush of time. Not to breathe it every minute, not to side-slip among the seconds and see then and now and when and was and will . . .
"Doctor?"
And Jack might not be a Time Lord, but he's probably the closest that the Doctor is going to get to an equal.
"Hello, Jack," he says, wary and weary.
Jack smiles, and the Doctor realises that the pain within him is balanced by an equal joy. Such a small thing, a smile, but enough to make understanding break over him like a winter tide.
The Doctor smiles back. "Thank you," he says softly. No other words are needed, in this moment of delight.
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Re: Doctor Who; Face to Faith; Eleven/Jack; G
without the embrace of the universe to give him a place wherever he wasThat is such a strong image.
I also like the way this moves from what seems like pity for Jack and humans, to self-pity, to shared joy.
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August 20 2010, 22:46:00 UTC 1 year ago
SGA; Uncle Meredith; Rodney; G
((I've never written Rodney before, but I can't resist the chance for kid!fic, so I decided to risk it. On the bright side, this is probably the first time my Canadian spelling is appropriate for a character.))“Whatzat?” Madison asked. She climbed into Rodney’s lap, much to his horror, and he grabbed her wrists to keep her hands from hitting the keys on his laptop. “Is it a game?”
He was babysitting. There was a family emergency on Kaleb’s side which required both him and Jeannie, and, as Rodney was visiting, he was having Madison thrust on him. Truthfully, no one thought it was a good idea, but there wasn’t much choice.
They’d left a couple of hours earlier, after Rodney had assured Jeannie that, if Madison was allergic to papaya, there probably wasn’t any in the house and he highly doubted there was a situation in which he would need to go and get papaya and feed it to her daughter. And yes, he would make sure she brushed her teeth. And yes, with his university education and genius IQ, he could make Kraft Dinner.
The first couple hours had been easy. First, he watched her dance her ballet routine, which seemed to consist of a lot of skipping. Then, in hopes of preventing further dance routines, he gave her a granola bar and found the kids channel on TV. She sat down to watch with a bunch of colouring supplies.
“No, it’s not a game,” he said. “Weren’t you watching that show with the talking aardvark?”
“S’over,” she said.
“I thought you were colouring.”
“I’m done now. I drew you a picture,” she said. She showed him the paper in her hand, which had indiscernible scribbles on it. “See, that’s you, Uncle Meredith - “
“Rodney, Uncle Rodney,” he corrected.
“And that’s Mommy and Daddy and that’s a ballerina and that’s a princess and that’s an octopus and I was going to draw you a train, but I ran out of room,” she said. “Do you like it?”
He took the paper from her and put it on the table next to the computer. “Yes, it’s very nice, could you get down now?”
“Whatzat?” she said again, ignoring him. She jabbed the screen and he winced at the fingerprint left there.
“It’s a ship,” he said. He tried again to get her off his lap, but she wouldn’t budge. “Please don’t touch anything.”
“Do you have games?” she asked.
“No.”
“No games?”
“No.”
“Do you have anything fun?”
“No!”
“Nothing?”
He sighed. “If I show you something fun, will you get off my lap?” he asked. She nodded. “Okay. Hold on. Don’t touch that.” He saved his work and closed down the program, opening up a physics simulation programme he’d written. “Choose a shape.”
“Um, a circle,” she said.
He put a sphere into the workspace. “Pick another shape.”
“A triangle.”
He put a pyramid on the screen and then typed some random numbers into the velocity and gravity parameters. He clicked play and the two objects rammed into each other and exploded into tiny pixels.
“Whoa!” Madison said. “That’s cool! Do it again!” He hit play again. She giggled and she suddenly reminded him of Jeannie when she was little. “Can we do another one? Please, please, please?!”
“Okay, okay,” Rodney said, with a sigh. “But just one more.”
An hour later, the simulations had escalated to the point where they’d built a sort of Rube Goldberg machine with a sphere rolling from object to object, setting off different reactions as it went.
“That is the bestest thing ever!” Madison declared, as the simulation ended. “You’re fun, Uncle Meredith!”
“Uncle Rodney,” he corrected, automatically.
But for some reason, he felt extremely pleased by her statement.
August 22 2010, 08:23:44 UTC 1 year ago
Re: SGA; Uncle Meredith; Rodney; G
I love this. It sounds very Rodney, somehow, and I love the simulation program.1 year ago
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