comment_fic dump for the week of December 26
Stuff I wrote for comment_fic that's too short to cross-post or that I didn't feel like cross-posting.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: zekkass
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel/any, sacrifices to a pagan god
Wordcount: 42
Notes: References the iconography of Shiva in relation to Kali.
She dances, her limbs a whirlwind of movement, her face crazed with delight, her tongue long and red. And yet, despite that bloodlust-or maybe because of it-he’s attracted to her.
So he lays himself down before her, and waits.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: xenoamorist
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Dr. Sexy MD, practice
Wordcount: 210
Notes: Collaboration with prosopopeya.
prosopopeya: When Dr. Sexy-well, the actor, but Dean prefers Dr. Sexy to Grant-tips his head and smiles, asks him to run lines, Dean almost throws up and says no. But he says yes, of course. Because he is a great PA.
xenoamorist: Dean's body seems to have stopped being able to contain all his sweat. His palms are moist and his back prickles and this is so, so unsexy.
“You just need some practice,” Dr. Sexy says, winking, and Dean nearly explodes right there.
prosopopeya: “‘And then Dr. Sexy kisses her, passionately. Think you can handle that, Winchester?”
Even though Dr. Sexy’s confident smirk is part of what makes him so sexy, Dean takes pride in kissing it right off his face.
“Don’t need practice with that.”
xenoamorist: And this shouldn’t feel so good, shouldn’t feel so right, but goddammit, he’s just running through the lines, right, just rehearsing a scene, and it’s all just-oh my God, Dr. Sexy just slipped his tongue into my mouth. Oh my God oh my God, ohhh-
He wakes up to see Dr. Sexy holding an ice pack to his head, and even just knowing that Dr. Sexy’s touching him, cares about him, makes him swoon and pass out again.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, bedtime story
Wordcount: 42
All the bedtime stories end with the guy getting the girl, but his story ends with the guy getting another guy, except he’s not really a guy; he’s an angel in a trench coat.
And he’s okay with that.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Doctor Who, Eleven/any, surprise nudity
Wordcount: 42
He’s lucky the only thing he lost during that last run-in with the Daleks were his clothes, obliterated in a collateral blast.
River’s eyes travel over him, no patch of skin unseen. Her lips curl into a smirk.
“Hello, sweetie.”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, finger food
Wordcount: 42
“Having pastries again, are we?” Sherlock says, and John nearly jumps.
“How did you know?”
“Bit of cream on your face,” Sherlock murmurs, swiping his thumb across John’s nose, his eyes on John as he sucks the cream off his finger.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: anonymous
Prompt: Boondock Saints/SPN, Any, MacManus brothers vs. Winchester brothers
Wordcount: 42
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-”
“Your Latin sucks, mate,” the blond one said, his eyes twinkling, and the dark-haired one came up beside him.
“Fuckin’ sucks.” He grinned and glanced at his brother. “Want us to show you how it’s done?”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: ravenspear
Prompt: Supernatural; Castiel/Adam; God never gives you more than you can handle.
Wordcount: 42
It’s always a Winchester.
He reaches down and pulls Adam out of the cage, frees him from Lucifer and Michael’s bored hands. As he cradles Adam’s sobbing head, he whispers:
“God never gives you more than you can handle.”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: tiptoe39
Prompt: Doctor Who, any/any, mistletoe
Wordcount: 42
“It’s got nargles. That mistletoe you’re holding.”
He looks at the girl with bright eyes and hair pale as moonlight, then back at the mistletoe. He tosses it over his shoulder.
“All of time and space, Luna Lovegood. Join me.”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: zekkass
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel/any, sacrifices to a pagan god
Wordcount: 42
Notes: References the iconography of Shiva in relation to Kali.
She dances, her limbs a whirlwind of movement, her face crazed with delight, her tongue long and red. And yet, despite that bloodlust-or maybe because of it-he’s attracted to her.
So he lays himself down before her, and waits.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: xenoamorist
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Dr. Sexy MD, practice
Wordcount: 210
Notes: Collaboration with prosopopeya.
prosopopeya: When Dr. Sexy-well, the actor, but Dean prefers Dr. Sexy to Grant-tips his head and smiles, asks him to run lines, Dean almost throws up and says no. But he says yes, of course. Because he is a great PA.
xenoamorist: Dean's body seems to have stopped being able to contain all his sweat. His palms are moist and his back prickles and this is so, so unsexy.
“You just need some practice,” Dr. Sexy says, winking, and Dean nearly explodes right there.
prosopopeya: “‘And then Dr. Sexy kisses her, passionately. Think you can handle that, Winchester?”
Even though Dr. Sexy’s confident smirk is part of what makes him so sexy, Dean takes pride in kissing it right off his face.
“Don’t need practice with that.”
xenoamorist: And this shouldn’t feel so good, shouldn’t feel so right, but goddammit, he’s just running through the lines, right, just rehearsing a scene, and it’s all just-oh my God, Dr. Sexy just slipped his tongue into my mouth. Oh my God oh my God, ohhh-
He wakes up to see Dr. Sexy holding an ice pack to his head, and even just knowing that Dr. Sexy’s touching him, cares about him, makes him swoon and pass out again.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, bedtime story
Wordcount: 42
All the bedtime stories end with the guy getting the girl, but his story ends with the guy getting another guy, except he’s not really a guy; he’s an angel in a trench coat.
And he’s okay with that.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Doctor Who, Eleven/any, surprise nudity
Wordcount: 42
He’s lucky the only thing he lost during that last run-in with the Daleks were his clothes, obliterated in a collateral blast.
River’s eyes travel over him, no patch of skin unseen. Her lips curl into a smirk.
“Hello, sweetie.”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: sycophantastic
Prompt: Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, finger food
Wordcount: 42
“Having pastries again, are we?” Sherlock says, and John nearly jumps.
“How did you know?”
“Bit of cream on your face,” Sherlock murmurs, swiping his thumb across John’s nose, his eyes on John as he sucks the cream off his finger.
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: anonymous
Prompt: Boondock Saints/SPN, Any, MacManus brothers vs. Winchester brothers
Wordcount: 42
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-”
“Your Latin sucks, mate,” the blond one said, his eyes twinkling, and the dark-haired one came up beside him.
“Fuckin’ sucks.” He grinned and glanced at his brother. “Want us to show you how it’s done?”
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Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: ravenspear
Prompt: Supernatural; Castiel/Adam; God never gives you more than you can handle.
Wordcount: 42
It’s always a Winchester.
He reaches down and pulls Adam out of the cage, frees him from Lucifer and Michael’s bored hands. As he cradles Adam’s sobbing head, he whispers:
“God never gives you more than you can handle.”
❧
Challenge: 42 words
Prompter: tiptoe39
Prompt: Doctor Who, any/any, mistletoe
Wordcount: 42
“It’s got nargles. That mistletoe you’re holding.”
He looks at the girl with bright eyes and hair pale as moonlight, then back at the mistletoe. He tosses it over his shoulder.
“All of time and space, Luna Lovegood. Join me.”