ficcing
That fic meme stolen from everyone on the f-list, lol.
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less one sentence (because I'm lame) for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do Step One.
1. Richard Alpert
2. Juliet Burke
3. Man in Black
4. Jacob
5. Miles Straume
6. Sawyer
7. Charlie Hume
8. Jack Shepherd
9. Kate Austen
10. Aaron Littleton
First Time, 4 and 6 (Jacob and Sawyer)
“So you’re the man in charge, huh?” Sawyer huffed, and Jacob simply smiled at the bitterness in his voice, “thanks for nothin’.”
Angst, 7 (Charlie Hume)
When Charlie finds his father’s grave- a mound of dirt with two sticks tied into a crooked cross- he expects to feel closure, relief, something; he is full of emptiness as he ties his old scarf around the sticks, then stands, sighs once, and heads further into the jungle.
AU, 1 and 8 (Richard and Jack [yay!])
“Jacob had nothing to do with it, I chose the job,” Jack insists as he and Richard lower more bodies into the ground; Richard says nothing for a moment, then, “I chose it, too...doesn’t make it any easier.”
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Man in Black/Sawyer/Kate)
“Don’t believe a thing he says,” Sawyer warns her and her hands curl tighter into his hair- the ticking surrounds their hiding place, smoke blacks out the sun, and Kate keeps her eyes open when Sawyer kisses her.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Miles and Aaron)
Aaron didn’t wince or cry when Miles cleaned his skinned knees and put band-aids on, he just stared at Miles with wide eyes- Can you see them too? and Miles shook his head with No, but I can hear them.
Crack fic, 1 (Richard)
At the lighthouse Richard can see the whole island at his back, the vastness of blue ocean before him; in the mirror he sees the family he left behind, grown old now, forgetting his face, and Richard squeezes Isabella’s cross in one fist.
Horror, 10 (Aaron)
Whispers of the dead swirl around him like snow, moving his blonde hair like a breeze, and he can see them if he squints- Aaron stands in the middle of them, unafraid, and when he closes his eyes and moves his hand in one half-circle, they disappear into the night.
Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Miles/Kate)
“He’s probably better off with two mommies, dads are nothing but trouble,” Miles smirks, and when Kate swats him with her wooden spoon he grabs it by the handle and licks the chocolate batter off.
Dark, 2 and 8 (Juliet/Jack [YES])
His fingers always find the scar at her back, always touches it gently like he did the day it happened- when he starts to apologize again she shushes him with don’t before turning the lights off and kissing him.
Death fic, 2 and 3 (Juliet/Man in Black)
“So much for good intentions,” he growls, pulling the knife out of his chest and handing it to her; Juliet takes it with a small half-smile that says next time it’ll stick, and when she walks away his laughter follows her.
I swear I didn't rig those (if I did you'd know, because there would have been Richard/Miles, lol). That was a fun one! I might post them again to my ficjournal, so if I spam you with it twice, I apologize ahead of time. XD
Ok, enough goofing off. I need to go spend the rest of my snow day getting ahead in homework. Then watching The Tick for the rest of the night, Batmanuel is calling. He awakens the demons in my woman places. (the urge to write crack!fic where Richard dresses up like that for Halloween or something and Miles is ~oddly turned on~ is...growing. XDDD)
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1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less one sentence (because I'm lame) for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do Step One.
1. Richard Alpert
2. Juliet Burke
3. Man in Black
4. Jacob
5. Miles Straume
6. Sawyer
7. Charlie Hume
8. Jack Shepherd
9. Kate Austen
10. Aaron Littleton
First Time, 4 and 6 (Jacob and Sawyer)
“So you’re the man in charge, huh?” Sawyer huffed, and Jacob simply smiled at the bitterness in his voice, “thanks for nothin’.”
Angst, 7 (Charlie Hume)
When Charlie finds his father’s grave- a mound of dirt with two sticks tied into a crooked cross- he expects to feel closure, relief, something; he is full of emptiness as he ties his old scarf around the sticks, then stands, sighs once, and heads further into the jungle.
AU, 1 and 8 (Richard and Jack [yay!])
“Jacob had nothing to do with it, I chose the job,” Jack insists as he and Richard lower more bodies into the ground; Richard says nothing for a moment, then, “I chose it, too...doesn’t make it any easier.”
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Man in Black/Sawyer/Kate)
“Don’t believe a thing he says,” Sawyer warns her and her hands curl tighter into his hair- the ticking surrounds their hiding place, smoke blacks out the sun, and Kate keeps her eyes open when Sawyer kisses her.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Miles and Aaron)
Aaron didn’t wince or cry when Miles cleaned his skinned knees and put band-aids on, he just stared at Miles with wide eyes- Can you see them too? and Miles shook his head with No, but I can hear them.
Crack fic, 1 (Richard)
At the lighthouse Richard can see the whole island at his back, the vastness of blue ocean before him; in the mirror he sees the family he left behind, grown old now, forgetting his face, and Richard squeezes Isabella’s cross in one fist.
Horror, 10 (Aaron)
Whispers of the dead swirl around him like snow, moving his blonde hair like a breeze, and he can see them if he squints- Aaron stands in the middle of them, unafraid, and when he closes his eyes and moves his hand in one half-circle, they disappear into the night.
Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Miles/Kate)
“He’s probably better off with two mommies, dads are nothing but trouble,” Miles smirks, and when Kate swats him with her wooden spoon he grabs it by the handle and licks the chocolate batter off.
Dark, 2 and 8 (Juliet/Jack [YES])
His fingers always find the scar at her back, always touches it gently like he did the day it happened- when he starts to apologize again she shushes him with don’t before turning the lights off and kissing him.
Death fic, 2 and 3 (Juliet/Man in Black)
“So much for good intentions,” he growls, pulling the knife out of his chest and handing it to her; Juliet takes it with a small half-smile that says next time it’ll stick, and when she walks away his laughter follows her.
I swear I didn't rig those (if I did you'd know, because there would have been Richard/Miles, lol). That was a fun one! I might post them again to my ficjournal, so if I spam you with it twice, I apologize ahead of time. XD
Ok, enough goofing off. I need to go spend the rest of my snow day getting ahead in homework. Then watching The Tick for the rest of the night, Batmanuel is calling. He awakens the demons in my woman places. (the urge to write crack!fic where Richard dresses up like that for Halloween or something and Miles is ~oddly turned on~ is...growing. XDDD)
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