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stolen from TokenBlkGirl

I need to get my writing act together so... I will write damn near anything I get (although I'm not likely to get much. 

1. Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.

2. Post to your own little corner of LJ offering to write snippets for people, thus spreading the joys of comment porn.

3. Sit back, relax and enjoy the porny goodness. \o/

* You don’t have to offer to write snippets for other people if you leave a request, but it would be fun if you do.

** Snippets don’t necessarily have to be porny, comment fic is just as much fun. As is a rambling stream of consciousness type thing about how character x and character y meet and why they would get on like a house on fire – whatever comes bouncing into your brain is a-okay.

*** If you’re one of those people who have a big old ‘friend of’ list then you might want to put a limit on the number of requests you’re willing to write.

Um, I'll write most anyting you've seen me post about but I guess the things that come first to mind are: The Vampire Diaraies, Smallville (it woud probably have to be Lois centric though), Roswell... wow it's hard to think of other shows! Merlin, I guess, Cold Case, Misfits, Justified and... I don't know whatever else you can think of. My brain's not working.



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Aug. 19th, 2011 12:16 am (UTC)
I'm averaging about one of these a day, but that's actually an improvement. I know how you feel, trust me. :/

TVD, Klaus/Bonnie, he thinks she's his
Aug. 25th, 2011 01:31 pm (UTC)
Can I ship this now? Because I do.
On her worst days Bonnie hated that she would probably never be as good a witch as her Grams. She didn't have a proper teacher (unless you counted hundreds of murdered witches who refused to help her even light a candle for saving the Salvatore brothers and resurrecting a Gilbert).

Yea, Bonnie didn't count them either.

On her best days she realized that, even at her weakest, she was a Bennett which. And that meant something.

It meant that she could access a depth of power few witches on the East Coast could imagine, if she worked hard. It meant that vampires feared her and she could use that to her advantage if she was smart. And it meant that the minute she got the chance she could get the hell out of this town and look for other Bennett witches and finally start a coven, if she survived.

But presently it meant that she felt Klaus's presence in her bedroom the minute he slid through her window.

She was in the shower trying not to think of how commonplace it was to rinse dead leaves, twigs and blood from her body these days. The shower was warm and made her feel safe and all she wanted was a few hours away from the chaos the vampires brought to her door so she decided to ignore him.

She dunked her head under the water and grabbed her conditioner. Just a few more minutes, she thought, and maybe he'll go away.

He opened the door as she was massaging her scalp. She could feel his presence just outside of her shower. She closed her eyes and began to rinse still willing him to leave, to find some other witch to play these games with.

It was the silence that she hated. He didn't breathe, he didn't stumble, he didn't awkwardly knock over her hairspray bottle. She could imagine him leaning against the counter, his arms crossed at his chest, watching her silhouette through the shower curtain. There were goosebumps all over her body and her heart was racing. From fear?

He could probably hear that, she realized and finally gave up. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere.

She shut off the shower and reached a trembling hand out to grasp her towel. But it wasn't on the hook. Just then Klaus pulled the shower curtain away.

He backed away from her slowly to lean against the counter just as she imagined, but with her favorite fluffy pink towel grasped in his hands and a grin on his face.

She thought for a second to cover herself but realized that a Bennett witch would never show fear or shame in front of a vampire. Better he see her naked and dripping than ever imagine she was weak.

And see her he did. He let his eyes roam over her body slowly, drinking in every inch. Her nipples hardened, possibly from the cool air, but probably not.

After he'd had his fill he drug his eyes slowly to hers, his grin wider now.

"What do you want," she said in her strongest voice, even though it shook just a little.

He licked his lips slowly. Lazy and arrogant, like everything else he did.

"Come here darling," he said in a soft voice, holding her towel open to envelop her. The gesture was so gentle she shivered visibly and his grin became a full fledged smile. "I won't bite tonight. I just want to be close to you."

Bonnie Bennett was a strong witch, but she wondered if even her Grams would have been strong enough to survive an infatuated Original.

*Note: Um, I also could have written about Elijah/Bonnie because... hells yea. I just thought I'd share.
Aug. 25th, 2011 09:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Can I ship this now? Because I do.

"I won't bite tonight. I just want to be close to you."

GUUUUUUURL. You know I love you for this fic right? I need at least one dark!Bonnie ship in my life and this is it. Please. Join me.

My Elijah/Bonnie shipping isn't as strong as this one tho, probably because I have my heart set on him and Lucy. :D

Aug. 25th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Re: Can I ship this now? Because I do.
I don't know where this came from. Man I love writing Bonnie! And Klaus just makes everything so... naughty. I love it. :p

omg I forgot about Elijah/Lucy!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm really happy you liked the fic! I kinda like it too. I wish I had more time b/c I would write these two for days and days and days!
Aug. 19th, 2011 03:52 am (UTC)
Sorry in advance. I suck at these.
Character: Alisha - Misfits
Prompt: New Power She Wants vs. New Power She'll Probably Get

Aug. 25th, 2011 02:12 pm (UTC)
This is soo not a sucky prompt. I've been wondering about this myself.
Alisha sat at her vanity, smoothing the foundation on her face.

She'd never been into comic books or superheroes as a child. She was much to pretty for that. So having a power, especially such a shit one caught her completely off guard. She'd never told anyone but after they'd killed their first probation worker she'd gone to a comic book shop. She wanted to know what she was supposed to do now that she had a power. But every female superhero she found could do something useful: fly, change the weather, read minds, whatever. And they were all really smart. She couldn't find anything that could help her. As far as she knew there wasn't anything like "The Adventurers of a posh girl. Super shag. Uncontrollable."

She asked.

At her vanity, she picked up her mascara and applied the first of many coats.

Getting rid of her power was obvious. Getting another was a necessity.

Simon had his whole Superhoodie thing to look forward to. Curtis was focused on getting Nikki back and Kelly once said something about wanting be able to run really fast and maybe lose a stone. And Nathan... was a wanker. But Alisha wasn't so sure.

She thought it might have been nice to read minds like Kelly used to. But then she realized that being a former bitch of epic proportions she might quickly grow tired of that.

For a while she thought it might be nice to fly, but the wind would probably destroy her hair so that wasn't an option.

Eventually she settled on being able to see the future. Her mum was always telling her that she didn't planned and waded through life as if none of her decisions mattered. And she was right. So maybe if she could see the future things would change.

Maybe she could become a proper superhero. Maybe she could finally do something useful. Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally touching someone on the Tube and almost being raped every time she wanted to go shopping.


"Are you fucking serious," she said, her face flushing with anger.

"I'm sorry," Seth said "this is all I have at the moment."

There was a tense pause where Alisha considered her options. But after a few minutes she lunged herself at the table fully intending to beat this idiot until he gave her a better power. But Curtis and Kelly grabbed her before she could scramble up on the table and slap him.

"Alisha," everyone yelled.

"Alisha don't," Simon said, grabbing her around the waist.

"Aw, let her go. Those are really shite options," Nathan said.

"You don't have to pick one now," Curtis said softly.

"Yea, you can just wait," Kelly said. "We know how much you hated your last power."

"It wasn't a power," she said through gritted teeth. "It was a fucking curse!" She yelled the last over Kelly's head at Seth. Even though she knew it wasn't his fault she stil blamed him for putting her in this situation. It was easier than hating her friends and her boyfriend. "You can let me down," she said to Simon.

He hesitated for a few seconds but eventually released her. He stayed close though just in case.

She took a deep breath and then walked towards the table.

She flipped Seth off and then reached out her hand.

"I guess I'll take the mood controller," she said in a hard whisper.

Seth steepled his fingers under his chin. "You realize you'll have to touch the person to change their mood right?"

"I'd rather touch them to calm them down than make them super horny, I guess."

"There you go, look at the bright side," Nathan said. "First you couldn't touch anyone now you can touch every bloke you see. Better watch out for this one now," he said to Simon. "We all know she's just a bit slutty."

"That's it," she said turning to face Nathan. "I'm gonna kill you."

She lunged for him and not even Curtis was fast enough to stop her from kicking him right in the balls.
Aug. 25th, 2011 02:24 pm (UTC)
Re: This is soo not a sucky prompt. I've been wondering about this myself.
Awesome fic! I could really hear their voices come through. (I really miss my show.) Loved her thinking about committing herself to being a superhero. And she went to a comic shop!
Aug. 25th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
Re: This is soo not a sucky prompt. I've been wondering about this myself.
Thanks. This was actually really hard to write because I've been wondering about this for months and I... just don't know. I'm definitely not as creative as the writers and I can't for the life of me picture what power any of them will get. That's probably the thing I'm most interested in when it finally comes back.

But thanks for the prompt! :D
Aug. 20th, 2011 10:24 pm (UTC)
So I would lurve to prompt you about with a couple you write that I love but I'm not that evil...today.

Characters: Lancelot/Gwen/Arthur (Merlin)
Prompt: "The Weakness in Me" Joan Armatrading
Sep. 8th, 2011 04:21 am (UTC)
The first time Lancelot showed up at Gwen's window late at night she was still a single woman, in no way attached to the future king of Camelot.

She'd wanted to love him but he never felt worthy.

He wanted to be a knight. To woo her. He wanted to earn her love.

She just wanted him.

Until he stole her heart for good.


The second time Lancelot came to Gwen's window was the night before her wedding.

The air was warm and Gwen was lying on a couch on the terrace in her nightgown. It was white of course.

"Gwen," he yelled in a half whisper. "Gwen."

She was drowsing and, for a second, thought she was dreaming.

She woke with a start, half scared at the way her stomach was flipping at the sound of his voice.

"What," she said groggily. "Who's there? Lancelot is that you?"

His throat was dry and he kept swallowing.

"I want-" He never quite finished the sentence.

She saw the confusion warring on his face and she understood it deep down in her heart.

He loved her. But Arthur was his friend and he loved him as well.

She loved Arthur. But Lancelot understood her past in a way that Arthur could never.

He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't.

She wanted to kiss him, but didn't want to destroy his self-control.

There was awkward silence. He held her hand. She kissed his knuckles.

It was a night they'd never forget.

He caught her eye just before she sad I do.

She didn't regret her words, but she wasn't sure she wouldn't have said them to him as well.


Arthur was dead, Gwen thought, pacing the bedroom they shared.

She wasn't sure, but her heart ached with the uncertainty.

And her stomach felt empty with the loss.

She was just a few weeks pregnant when Arthur left Camelot for war.

She miscarried when Merlin returned with the horrible news that he was missing.

Lancelot refused to admit that Arthur was dead. Gwen was sure that was his guilt.


His lips were just barely touching her own when the trumpets sounded.

"His Majesty is returned." She could hear Merlin's voice, his speech oddly formal, his voice warm and thick with emotion.

She could feel his breath on her face.

"Gwen," he breathed.

"We..." she whispered, unsure how to continue.

But what was there really to say.

Note: Oh Oni, the Camelot crew is sooooooooo hard for me to write! This is such a mess. I'm sorry! What's the couple you were going to prompt? Could it be the couple whose story I started almost a year ago but have neglected horribly? Could it be a Cold Case duo who makes me mourn that show hardcore? God, it could be anyone! But I hope you liked this nonetheless... :/
Sep. 18th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
Pishaw I say, you did a fabulous job. Enough of this hard to write nonsense. And you updated! Fangirl Squeal!!!! Simmering down, Simmering down....Squeal!!!
Oct. 29th, 2011 01:47 pm (UTC)
You liked it!? Oh man I wish I had more time to write fic. I'm going to finish those stories but right now my dissertation is kicking my butt. So I'm glad I could give you this! *hugs*
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