Comment Fic Meme!
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hells_half_acreAlright folks, spontaneous decision: I'm going to have a comment-fic meme this weekend...well, actually RIGHT NOW!
This is how it will work:
1. Leave a prompt in the comments and I will write you something.
2. You can only leave prompts until midnight on Saturday (um, my timezone...so, PST)...or until I say there are too many. ETA: PROMPTING NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO LEFT PROMPTS!
3. I will write this weekend and, depending on how fast I am, maybe next week and next weekend too.
More Details:
1. I have the right to veto a prompt for the following reasons:
a)It is, or is too close to, the plot of a fic that I already have in the works.
b)It is not in keeping with the usual tone of my LJ (basically, don't ask for porn, because you aren't getting it...yes, I can write it, but I will not write it here...also, no RPS). I will write pairings though, if you want me too....but they will probably all end up being ridiculous cuddling fics, because that's what happens whenever I try to write anything relationshippy.
2. I have the right to give up if I can't come up with anything good for a prompt.
3. You can leave as many prompts as you want, but I might not fulfill them all.
OK, GOOD?
ACCEPTABLE FANDOMS:
1. Supernatural
2. Harry Potter
3. Sherlock BBC!verse (I have never written Sherlock fic before though...so, um, be prepared for suckage)
4. ANY AND ALL COMBINATIONS OF THE ABOVE - Wicked Wizards, Watson!
5. You can prompt specifically for the Demented'verse if you like too...but you run a higher risk of the prompt being vetoed; however, on the plus side, you also run a higher risk of inspiring me to write something awesome...
Additional note: Harry Potter/Supernatural fics will NOT take place in the Demented'verse unless the requester, or I, specifically say that they do. If you prompt for the Demented'verse and I can't write it into the Demented'verse, then you may end up getting a non-Demented'verse version of your prompt...or you'll just get vetoed. :P
LEAVE ME PROMPTS IN COMMENTS!
(Watch - now that I've written all that out, no one is going to bother prompting me, and my weekend will be dull. Thankfully, my Sherlock DVDs came in the mail today, so I'm prepared...)
This is how it will work:
1. Leave a prompt in the comments and I will write you something.
2. You can only leave prompts until midnight on Saturday (um, my timezone...so, PST)...or until I say there are too many. ETA: PROMPTING NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO LEFT PROMPTS!
3. I will write this weekend and, depending on how fast I am, maybe next week and next weekend too.
More Details:
1. I have the right to veto a prompt for the following reasons:
a)It is, or is too close to, the plot of a fic that I already have in the works.
b)It is not in keeping with the usual tone of my LJ (basically, don't ask for porn, because you aren't getting it...yes, I can write it, but I will not write it here...also, no RPS). I will write pairings though, if you want me too....but they will probably all end up being ridiculous cuddling fics, because that's what happens whenever I try to write anything relationshippy.
3. You can leave as many prompts as you want, but I might not fulfill them all.
OK, GOOD?
ACCEPTABLE FANDOMS:
1. Supernatural
2. Harry Potter
3. Sherlock BBC!verse (I have never written Sherlock fic before though...so, um, be prepared for suckage)
4. ANY AND ALL COMBINATIONS OF THE ABOVE - Wicked Wizards, Watson!
5. You can prompt specifically for the Demented'verse if you like too...but you run a higher risk of the prompt being vetoed; however, on the plus side, you also run a higher risk of inspiring me to write something awesome...
Additional note: Harry Potter/Supernatural fics will NOT take place in the Demented'verse unless the requester, or I, specifically say that they do. If you prompt for the Demented'verse and I can't write it into the Demented'verse, then you may end up getting a non-Demented'verse version of your prompt...or you'll just get vetoed. :P
LEAVE ME PROMPTS IN COMMENTS!
(Watch - now that I've written all that out, no one is going to bother prompting me, and my weekend will be dull. Thankfully, my Sherlock DVDs came in the mail today, so I'm prepared...)
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Not *quite* a crossover
Date: 2011-01-15 12:46 am (UTC)Sam and Dean have to fight a Dementor. (I dunno, maybe they're trying to take Sam to Azkaban for being a blood-drinking abomination?) Too bad Sam & Dean don't have wands, eh?
Sherlock!
Date: 2011-01-15 12:51 am (UTC)When Irene Adler turns up after a long absence, John finds he has a completely unexpected reaction to 'The Woman' who so fascinates his friend and colleague. (In short, Jealous!John, and whatever else you feel like coming up with! But if you want to go another route, that's fine too.)
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Date: 2011-01-15 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-15 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-15 01:30 am (UTC)Hokay, Supernatural. This is the prompt:
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.
It's up to you whether you want to go the obvious route (Sam just died, Dean just died) or do it some other way! :D
xx
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Date: 2011-01-15 03:01 am (UTC)If you accept my prompt, I look forward to the result!
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Date: 2011-01-15 03:53 am (UTC)Refrain:
Love will hold us together
Make us a shelter to weather the storm
And I'll be my brother's keeper so the whole world will know that we're not alone.
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Date: 2011-01-15 06:03 am (UTC)Sam decides his hair is too long, so he wants to go to the barber to have it cut. Dean tells him not to waste money and offers to cut his hair for him.
Whether or not Sam takes him up on it is up to you. Ditto for the end result of the haircut.
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Date: 2011-01-15 01:31 pm (UTC)OR
Ooh this is good.. Someone in London attempts to mug Sam or Dean while they're out with Harry et al. and they "deal with the problem" efficiently. :D
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Date: 2011-01-15 01:41 pm (UTC)NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 1
Date: 2011-01-16 12:05 am (UTC)They were squished onto the yellow couch in the common room – the fire reduced to coals, and everyone else long since gone to sleep – or at least, feigning sleep in an effort to give them some privacy.
Earlier that evening Teddy had been doing homework with a group of friends when Nate had arrived in tears. Teddy had pulled him into a hug, before Teddy’s hair had even had a chance to decide if it should be grey with worry, or red with rage. The rest of Teddy’s study group had waited around until Nate assured them that they didn’t need to give anyone a beating, and then they had made their excuses and left Teddy with an armful of sobbing Nate.
Eventually, Nate had been able to explain that he and Blake had broken up. He wouldn’t explain why, which only made Teddy think the worst – because certainly if it had been mutual, then Nate wouldn’t be in such a state. Teddy hadn’t liked Blake anyway – he was egotistical and often condescending, as though he were snogging Nate as a favour rather than because he really wanted to.
Nate yawned into Teddy’s chest and then sniffled a little. Teddy squeezed him in a hug, and then resumed running a hand up and down his back.
“You should be happy to be rid of him, I think,” Teddy said to the top of Nate’s head. “You can do much better.”
“Not at Hogwarts,” Nate sighed. “It’s just him and I, really.”
“What about Timothy?” Teddy said. “I always thought he was-”
“No,” Nate said, “he’s just a bit shy and awkward, that’s all.”
Teddy tried to picture what it’d be like if there were only one girl at Hogwarts – he wasn’t quite sure how he’d react to that. It wasn’t like the girls necessarily made Teddy’s life better – after all, just a few months before Nate had been the one consoling Teddy, after Hilda told him....well, that didn’t matter now.
“I wish I fancied you,” Teddy said honestly.
“I don’t,” Nate laughed, and Teddy thought maybe he was supposed to laugh too, but it was impossible to make any sound around the sudden pain in his chest.
“Oh,” Teddy said, “right.” Daft, really, to think that just because Nate fancied blokes, he might fancy Teddy if Teddy fancied blokes too – of course he wouldn’t, he probably didn’t like the look of Teddy. Not even Hilda had, after all, not really.
“Ted?” Nate said, and then shifted his weight so that he could lift his head from Teddy’s chest and look down at him, eyes confused and then a little wide in understanding.
“Is it because of how I look?” Teddy blurted out, and then winced. “I’m getting better at holding just one appearance, I am...it’s just that-”
“Teddy, no,” Nate said. “I didn’t mean it like that at all. Merlin, I can’t believe she told you-...I still think you should have let me challenge her to a duel for being so horrible to you.”
“It’s the 21st century, Nate,” Teddy smiled. “I don’t need you to defend my honour. Besides, she had a point – it can’t be very nice to think you’re snogging someone attractive only to open your eyes and discover he’s unconsciously shifted into someone quite plain looking.”
“You aren’t plain!” Nate said.
“I am,” Teddy said. “It’s alright.”
Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 12:07 am (UTC)Teddy nodded.
“Now, I know you have a bit of a skewed perception giving your god-family, but most people don’t spend the rest of their lives with their Wizard-school-sweethearts,” Nate said. “If you and I fancied each other now, the odds that we’d still be together years from now are quite slim – also, most people can’t be friends after they’ve dated. So, you see, it’s much better than we’re friends and not dating.”
“Because you think we wouldn’t work out at all?” Teddy said. “That’s rather pessimistic of you.”
“No,” Nate sighed. “Because romantic love is volatile and messy and...well, I’m glad we don’t fancy each other because that means that we’re friends – and friendship is much steadier than romance – and...well, basically...basically, I’m glad we don’t fancy each other, because this way I get to keep you forever.”
“Oh,” Teddy said, and smiled up at Nate. “I think that’s the gayest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Shut it, you git,” Nate blushed, but then dropped back down to Teddy’s chest and squeezed him in a hug.
They stayed like that for a few silent minutes, and then Nate spoke up again from where his head rested on Teddy’s chest.
“And I don’t not fancy you because of your looks or the fact that you’re a metamorphmagus,” Nate said. “I don’t fancy you because you are horribly straight and that tends to turn me off, unsurprisingly.”
Teddy laughed, not wanting to admit that it was something he actually needed to hear.
“You’re quite attractive really,” Nate continued. “No matter what you look like, you’re always very attractive Teddy, so don’t listen to anyone who says differently. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend – I’ve got very discerning tastes, you know. I certainly wouldn’t let some plain-looking bloke be the best man at my eventual wedding.”
“I’m going to be your best man?” Teddy asked, smiling at the thought, and feeling a rush of happiness as he realized that he really did believe that Nate thought he was attractive.
“Yes,” Nate said. “I’ve got it all planned out – I’ll move to London after we graduate and start dating properly nice and very good-looking men...until eventually I’ll meet the man of my dreams, and then we’ll get married, and you’ll be my best man, and Iggy, Andy, and Penelope will be groomsmen.”
“I’ve got a house in London, you know,” Teddy said. “I think Harry’s planning to give it to me when I graduate. He and Ginny want to move to something smaller when James starts at Hogwarts. We could live together – that way we can make sure neither of date anyone rotten ever again.”
Teddy laughed as Nate scrambled up again and stared down at Teddy with a gobsmacked expression.
“Are you asking me to move into the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, I am,” Teddy smiled. “Though, I was thinking of renaming it to ‘The Most Noble and Attractive House of Lupin and Friends’.”
“I like it,” Nate laughed, giving Teddy a wide smile. “I take it back, I wish we did fancy each other, because I could just snog you senseless right now.”
“Please don’t,” Teddy replied, raising his eyebrows. “It’s hard enough to explain the cuddling!”
fin
Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 12:34 am (UTC)(and the fact the you replied to this first makes me think that Nate has slowly been eating your brian. Haha! That'll teach you to write such adorable OMCs! :D *is gready for more*)
Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 01:03 am (UTC)And yes, I replied to this first because Nate HAS been eating my brain - I think I've mentioned before how I keep writing fic in my head wherein all that happens is Nate gets cuddled. Man, for an accidentally character, he has fast become my favorite!
Also, I grossly underestimated how much time it's going to take me to respond to prompts...so, um, yeah, this fic-meme is going to be responded to much slower than the first one I did. It took me at least two hours to write that out, and it's something that's been in my head for a while - the other prompts haven't really been in my head at all, so they'll no doubt take me longer!
So, thank you for requesting Nate! It was nice to start off with something easy and fun and suitably adorable! :D
The Haircut
Date: 2011-01-16 03:56 am (UTC)“Dean...”
“Shhh,” Dean said. “Don’t talk, you move your head too much when you talk.”
Sam glared.
“I think the right side is a little shorter than the left, give me a sec,” Dean said. “I just need to even it out.”
“Dean, you just supposedly evened out the left side,” Sam said.
“Yeah, well, you’re the one that wouldn’t let me use the clippers, it’s not my fault this is difficult,” Dean replied.
“You’re the one that wouldn’t let me get it done professionally!” Sam said, “And I don’t *want* it short.”
“Yeah, well, credit fraud is a tricky business,” Dean said. “I promise I’ll get us a new card soon, but in the meantime, we gotta save where we can.”
“I know,” Sam said. “Just, don’t make it too short.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t see why, though, this ridiculous mop of yours is hardly practical,” Dean replied.
“Can’t I have one thing that’s not practical?” Sam asked quietly.
Dean frowned, and then moved out of Sam’s line of sight, seemingly deciding that the sides were alright and it was time to work on the back. Sam closed his eyes and tried to tell himself this hadn’t been a horrible mistake. He had just taken consolation in the fact that hair grows, when he heard the clippers whir to life.
“Dean!” Sam said, instinctively ducking out from under Dean’s hands.
“Relax, man,” Dean said. “I’m just shaving the back of your neck. No girl is ever going to touch you if you have that much goddamn neck hair.”
“Oh,” Sam said, relaxing back into the chair, and letting his head fall forward to give Dean better access.
“Alright, go check it out,” Dean said, when he was done. Sam practically ran to the bathroom, both wanting to confirm that he still had hair, and dreading what he might see.
It...was pretty good, actually. A bit shorter than usual, but then, that sort of was the point of haircuts. I still curled a little around his ears, while his long bangs tickled the edges of his cheekbones, highlighting rather than hiding them. Also, instead of lying flat and annoying on his head, his hair seemed to have a little – well, movement and life to it. Dean appeared behind Sam in his reflection, standing uncertainly at the bathroom door.
“And?” Dean said.
“It’s good,” Sam said.
“Good,” Dean said. “I uh, gave you some layers – so you know...um...body.”
“Yeah,” Sam said, “I like it.” He waited until he saw Dean’s proud smile, and then he added, “You totally missed your calling, Zohann.”
“Oh shut-up,” Dean said, throwing Sam's shirt at him. “Put your shirt on and get your coat, I believe you promised that, if I didn’t ruin your pretty princess hair, you’d buy me a beer and some pie.”
Sam laughed and got his coat.
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Re: Not *quite* a crossover
Date: 2011-01-16 04:27 am (UTC)DEMENTOR
‘Shtriga,’ Sam thought, as he watched the cloaked figure move towards Dean, and he fought against the ice in his veins to raise his gun. No consecrated iron bullets, it wasn’t like they carried ammo like in their pockets – but he had silver, steel, and salt, and he could at least slow the thing down.
Three bullets in, and the thing retreated a few feet, before advancing again. Dean was on his knees, hand too shaky and weak to lift his gun. Sam grabbed him around the middle and pulled him backwards, while he kept firing at the Shtriga thing – maybe it wasn’t really a Shtriga – it didn’t look exactly like the last one...no eyes, only the gaping mouth...and the cold, it was so cold, even though there was fire on the edges of Sam’s vision, fire and blood and screams, and hell hounds ripping into Dean, and...
When Sam’s cartridge was spent, he took the gun from Dean’s limp hand and shot with it, keeping the thing back while he struggled to get back to the Impala. He had to drop Dean on the pavement in order to lift the trunk, while keeping the cloaked thing at bay with well timed bullets. He groped almost blindly in the trunk until he found the box of specialty ammo, and then finally he lowered his gun – throwing an apology at Dean while he acted as though he were abandoning his brother. He reloaded his handgun, in record time, and waited not even ten feet away while the thing descended on his brother – and then, just it lowered its mouth to Dean’s, Sam fired every bullet he had into the things skull.
He watched as the Striga recoiled and then collapsed in on itself, turning into an icy fog as it disappeared. Sam breathed in a shaky breath, surprised because it was only now that he realized he hadn’t been sure it would work – he knew, deep down, that it hadn’t been a Shtriga, just something similar, and there had been no guarantee the consecrated iron would work – and Sam had nearly let it...
Sam stumbled over to where Dean still lay unconscious. The realization that he had risked his brother’s life so overtly wasn’t helping the chill that still lingered in his veins. Sam kneeled next to Dean, whose eyelids were fluttering in sleep.
“Looks like we’re even, big brother.”
fin
Re: Not *quite* a crossover
Date: 2011-01-16 05:37 am (UTC)Thanks for filling my prompt! \o/
Re: Not *quite* a crossover
Date: 2011-01-16 06:14 am (UTC)I'm going to fill your other prompt too...eventually...ironically, I've gotten a bit distracted by my Sherlock DVDs ;)
Re: The Haircut
Date: 2011-01-16 01:04 pm (UTC)And now i have a sudden yearning to see a scene like this in show.
Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 01:06 pm (UTC)Re: The Haircut
Date: 2011-01-16 01:08 pm (UTC)Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 01:09 pm (UTC)Re: Not *quite* a crossover
Date: 2011-01-16 01:14 pm (UTC)Re: NATE! (Demented'verse - in the year 2014) PART 2
Date: 2011-01-16 08:45 pm (UTC)I love Nate too...and I probably COULD write a whole coming-of-age YA novel about him...but, um, I also need to work for a living and maybe actually work on my novel, since you know, I'd actually be legally able to make money off of THAT writing project :P
Re: The Haircut
Date: 2011-01-16 08:46 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!