Babylon 5

Jun. 26th, 2017 11:59 pm
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Title: None
Fandom: Babylon 5
Rating: G
Characters: Ivanova and Marcus




Half shadow, half spider, it hung before them, all sharp spikes and razor edges. Blacker than space; a darkness well beyond anything in human experience. Light seemed to slide off it; to cower from it; to skitter away, and hide itself in places unseen. Ivanova could only sympathise. And they were to fight these things? These shadows that light itself seemed to fear? Beside her, Marcus whispered something in Minbari – a prayer, she thought – then flashed her a wholly incongruous grin. She smiled back. And why not? When light itself was afraid, what else was there to do but smile?
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[personal profile] prisca
Title: No Escape
Challenge: #47 shadow
Fandom: Jeremiah (TV); Character: Mr. Smith
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Jeremiah (TV), nor the characters

Never alone )

Above

Jun. 23rd, 2017 11:45 pm
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[personal profile] musyc
Title: Above
Fandom: The Martian
Rating: T
Notes: N/a

He's going to go into the rover. Eat his potato. Make a new log. Check the equipment, watch a little damned seventies television, burrow down into his nest.

Later.

Now, he's going to sit here. He's going to stare up at the stars. So different without all that pesky atmosphere getting in the way.

He's going to sit right here and imagine that in a small piece of sky, the stars are blotted out. Empty, a shadow in space where Hermes is accelerating back to him.

He closes his eyes, picturing all their smiles. Even without the sun, he's warm.
sunlit_stone: Finch and Reese on a bench (Default)
[personal profile] sunlit_stone
Title: v.: to follow and observe someone, closely and typically secretly
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: T (again I am being cautious)
Notes: Set after the end of the show.

It wasn't that she hadn't noticed. It was just—

"Come on," said Shaw, then sighed and grabbed Shu into the alleyway he'd just tried to walk past.

"Listen, kid," she told him. "There are people trying to kill you. That means you stick with me. That means pay attention. Come on."

"I'm sorry," he got out. "I—it's just—"

"What is it?" she demanded.

"Someone's following us!" he said. "That camera moved!"

"You—" saw that was not a good way to finish that sentence. There was no good way.

She swallowed instead. "It's just an old friend. Come on."

Sciophobia

Jun. 22nd, 2017 08:18 pm
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[personal profile] sideways
Title: Sciophobia
Original
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own bunkers.

She crooks her fingers against the candlelight, casting puppets for the giggling children. Here is a bunny: hop, hop. Then she draws an ear down into a crinkled snout, folds her thumb out, and the same hand shapes a new shadow. Here come the sharp teeth: run and hide.

The meeting is still going, low voices at the table quieting when trucks rumble overhead. The virus, they murmur. Not yet. Yes yet. Too great a cost to use. Too great a cost to not.

Which will they be remembered as in the end, she wonders: the rabbit, or the wolf?

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This week's prompt is shadow.

Your response should be exactly 100 words long. You do not have to include the prompt in your response -- it is meant as a starting place only. Please use the tag "prompt: #047 - shadow" with your prompt response.

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Title: Body Heat
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Rating: Teen
Notes: N/A

"Shit, you're burning up." Rinkah pulled her palm away from Setsuna's forehead, glaring at her with an expression like a knife. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Setsuna blinked and considered this. "I feel fine, though?" she said vaguely, looking like she would topple over in the breeze, and Rinkah knew she wasn't fine at all.

Grateful now that she always ran hot, Rinkah draped her cloak over Setsuna's shoulders and scooped her into her arms. Setsuna curled up against Rinkah's chest and murmured contentedly.

"You know, you're really warm, Rinkah. Are you sure you're not the one who's burning up?"
sunlit_stone: Finch and Reese on a bench (Default)
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Title: Fevered
Original
Rating: T (but I'm being cautious)
Notes: I'm completely new to Dreamwidth—I apologize in advance if I get this wrong!

The ideas burned in him like fever: new furies, new countries, new monsters to kill in all the old ways. We would burn this place down and build a new one from the ashes—ashes (he told me) could be used to make cement. Could be used to clean glass til it shone. It burned in him, burned in all of us—

Burned like fever. And broke like fever too, passing from one moment to the next from haze to dizzy clarity. When you wake to sweat and memory, knowing now what it feels like to be able to be warm.
sideways: [o] fish in bag watching fish in bowl (►jar on the nightstand)
[personal profile] sideways
Title: Futile Response
Original
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own colonies.

You’re focussing on the symptom, little sister. Look for the disease.

Take in city-fires, heatflash silhouettes on cracking concrete, air thick enough to swim through – then look up.

Skim the storeys, to save time. Punch-clock routine and punch-clock comforts, then someone pulls the clock apart to rework the wiring. Breezes set to circulate bliss, bare feet on marble, glitter-eyed mermaids in the water. Fat, fleshy gardens, I hear. Fruit ripening to rotten.

Pretend you can look up to see the lights. Prayer-capsules and god-engines, encoding wishes and wants. Satellite smitings from orbit.

Then look up

Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere.
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[personal profile] prisca
Title: First love
Challenge: #46 fever
Fandom: The Faculty // Mr. & Mrs. Connor
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty, nor the characters

Bye, Mom! )
st_aurafina: Shaw's face, caption: you beat the devil's tattoo (POI: Shaw devil's tattoo)
[personal profile] st_aurafina
Title: Getting Warmer
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Notes: Show-level injuries

Shaw cradles the receiver and fishes for a pen, but the message is short.

"Please. Wait."

"…okay," says Shaw, and watches pedestrians.

"Unable. To. Connect," says the Machine.

Shaw restrains herself from punching the payphone. "Just tell me where you need me to be."

The address is across town, in an ASI dark zone. Root's slumped next to a payphone, eyes glazed and forehead dripping sweat. Shaw can see her pulse racing, her shirt crusted to her shoulder with old blood.

"Shaw?" she croaks, as if this can't be real.

"It's okay," says Shaw, dragging her upright. "We found you."
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Title: Waiting for dinner
Fandom: Master of None
Rating:G

“So, like, when did you know you were gay?” Dev asked, leaning back against the side of her bed.

Denise shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I always knew.” She glanced at her posters. “Look around you, Dev.”

“Good point.”

“If I had to say one moment when I figured it out, it’s when Kara smiled at me in gym class. I felt like I was on fire. Like I was nervous but so so happy.”

“Kara from middle school? That Kara?”

“Yeah.” Denise smiled dreamily. “She was hot. Too bad she went to a different high school.”

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This week's prompt is fever.

Your response should be exactly 100 words long. You do not have to include the prompt in your response -- it is meant as a starting place only. Please use the tag "prompt: #046 - fever" with your prompt response.

Please include all necessary content warnings for potential triggers, mature or explicit content, or spoilers.

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st_aurafina: John Reese, looking down, covered in fairy lights (POI: John lights)
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Title: Lunch Order
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: G
Notes: I think Bear should get a puppuccino, frankly.

The sencha order is second nature. John adds a coffee for himself. Shaw's a carnivore, so John gets her pastrami on rye: double mustard, no mayo. Minestrone, because Root may be the avatar of a god, but she's been living on airline peanuts this week.

"Dog muffin?" The server has recognised him. That's bad, but Bear loves those muffins. John kids himself bran is good for dogs and adds one to the collection. No puppuccino, though; he's got limits.

"Okay!" says the server. "There's the whole family fed."

John starts at the word, but she's right. This is his family.

Held

Jun. 10th, 2017 02:06 am
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Title: Held
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: G

She'd never thought much about family before. It didn't seem to apply to her. She had her gear, her safehouses, her accounts full of money. For the longest time, she thought that was all she needed.

Then they came along. It was just supposed to be a job. In and out and she didn't learn their names.

But they worked together, and better, they worked. They connected and they held, like the straps of a harness keeping her safe in the air. She learned much more than their names, then. She learned them. With them, she knew she could fly.
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[personal profile] sideways
Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Original
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own social media.

Pale blue, like lightning’s edge, catches the frame of her face with each profile she passes on. Red hair, wide lips. Swipe. Blue eyes, pointed chin. Swipe. Oh, similar nose – and house-sharing with four other students. Swipe.

There’s an ache building in her hand by the time she finds him. Curled hair the right shade of brown. Long jaw. Glasses, even. A good age, a steady job, a fondness for German beer and rugby. When she holds her phone next to her face in the mirror, their smiles stretch along the same angle.

“Well, hello…” She pauses. Considers. Decides. “Brother.”
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Title: Family of choice
Challenge: #45 family of choice
Fandom: The Faculty // Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty, nor the characters

Try sunflowers, mixed with red sweet williams... )
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This week's prompt is family of choice.

Your response should be exactly 100 words long. You do not have to include the prompt in your response -- it is meant as a starting place only. Please use the tag "prompt: #045 - family of choice" with your prompt response.

Please include all necessary content warnings for potential triggers, mature or explicit content, or spoilers.

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st_aurafina: John Reese, looking down, covered in fairy lights (POI: John lights)
[personal profile] st_aurafina
Title: Many Happy Returns
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: G
Notes: Fluffiest fluff, S5 denial (because Root lives), kinda Root/Shaw


When Samaritan is no longer a threat, they creep back to the library.

John goes first, clearing rooms so the others can follow. Harold frowns at the broken terminals, then busies himself sorting books.

Root moves gingerly, with a cane; she's not supposed to be walking yet, but she insists. Shaw hovers all morning, ready to catch her. She's only distracted when John finds a hidden cache of grenades.

Bear supervises everyone, until he, too, finds hidden treasure: a rawhide bone Decima deemed garbage. He settles in the middle of the room and chews contentedly. It's good to be home.
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[personal profile] prisca
Title: Feeling at home
Challenge: #44 home
Fandom: The Faculty // Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty, nor the characters

Do you regret it? )

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