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27 June 2014 @ 10:28 pm
you're so pretty in the city where you're nothing to anyone  
Give me an interesting word, a canon, and (if you like) a character. I'll write you a ficlet.

(I guarantee to fill the first five prompts, after that I will still do my best but historically I fail a lot.)

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Sholio: WhiteCollar-Hard Sell Peter Nealsholio on June 27th, 2014 09:38 pm (UTC)
White Collar, warmth
Frith: Neal+Peter 1frith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 09:39 pm (UTC)
You lose points for using a word of only moderate interest :P
(no subject) - sholio on June 27th, 2014 09:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 09:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - pipilj on June 28th, 2014 11:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:29 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 11:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sholio on June 28th, 2014 12:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - robingal1 on June 28th, 2014 02:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - leesa_perrie on July 1st, 2014 11:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
robingal1: huh?robingal1 on June 27th, 2014 10:02 pm (UTC)
oxymoronic, white collar
robingal1: The pantsrobingal1 on June 27th, 2014 10:05 pm (UTC)
after reading the previous comments, I'd like to change my word: intendant
extra points if you include something French.
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 28th, 2014 12:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - robingal1 on June 28th, 2014 05:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - leesa_perrie on July 1st, 2014 11:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sholio on July 10th, 2014 06:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
leesa_perrie: Mozzie Nealleesa_perrie on June 27th, 2014 10:13 pm (UTC)
Hydrogeology, White Collar.
Frith: Diana 1frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 10:41 pm (UTC)
Diana had been suspicious of the phrase"team-building activities" from the start. Her consolation had been that the rest of her team and most of the office had been equally sceptical, with the exception of Neal, who had apparently heard nothing but "away from the city for three days". (At least he had been properly appreciative of the strings Peter had had to pull to allow him to be included.)

But then, one by one, everyone else had come around, or at least had become resigned.

Traitors.

Clinging to the rock face, Diana squeezed her eyes shut and tried to take deep breaths. She was soaked through with the spray from the underground waterfall. Caving. Whose stupid idea had this been? She was going to hunt them down and murder them. Slowly.

"Diana, are you all right?" a familiar voice called from just above and to the side of her.

She had thought things couldn't get any worse, but she'd been wrong. "Go away, Caffrey," she snapped, still with her eyes closed.

Instead, there were scrabbling noises which told her he was climbing down to her position. "Are you stuck?" he asked.

"No."

He made a disbelieving noise.

"Look, I don't like heights, okay?" She regretted the admission the moment it had burst out of her. Why had she just handed Neal that kind of ammunition?

He was silent for a moment. "I can guide you up," he said.

"Thanks, but I can manage."

"Move your left hand along. There's a better ridge for gripping there."

She still wanted him to go away, but in the meantime she did as he suggested. There was indeed a more secure hold there, and she curled her fingers into it gratefully.

"Open your eyes, but don't look too far up or down. Seriously, I'll help you."

With considerable reluctance, Diana obeyed. Neal told her where to move her hands and feet towards, and somewhat to her surprise the water-slick rock became much easier to climb.

She was startled to abruptly reach the top. Peter reached down a hand to pull her over the edge, and she gratefully clung to him. Neal wriggled up beside her.

"I am never doing that again," she said, fervently, moving as far away as possible from the drop.

"Come on," Neal said, cheerfully, "Didn't you enjoy that just a little?"

"No," she said, unhooking her water bottle to take a long drink. She badly needed it.

Peter patted her on the shoulder. "Tomorrow we're going quad biking."

She brightened up. "That's much better."

Neal sidled closer to her. "I didn't know you don't like heights," he said, quietly.

She glanced away from him. "It's not exactly something I advertise."

"Well, I thought you managed pretty well," he said.

She shot a sharp look at him, searching for sarcasm, but he seemed to be actually being sincere. "Thanks?" she said, cautiously.

He smiled cautiously back.

"And, hey, thanks for the help," she said. She might be reluctant to admit that she had needed it, but credit was still due. "You were a pretty good instructor."

Neal beamed at her, his expression unexpectedly shy. "You're welcome."

Who knew? Maybe there was something to this team-building idea after all.
(no subject) - leesa_perrie on July 1st, 2014 11:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - pipilj on July 2nd, 2014 07:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Winterwinterstar95 on June 27th, 2014 10:24 pm (UTC)
Can I give you just a word:

harangue....you can pick the rest.
Frithfrith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 03:51 pm (UTC)
You've probably read like a million Winter Soldier tags like this one by now but I know nothing of the fandom so I wrote one anyway :P

~

Natasha didn't actually say anything. Not for a very long time. She just glared at him.

"I think I'm going to leave you two alone," Sam said, standing up. "Be nice." He disappeared out the door before Steve could object.

Natasha continued glaring.

Steve felt a desperate need to fill the silence. "So, Sam brought me up to speed on what I missed," he began.

"Good."

Feeling self-conscious, he tried to sit more upright, but he didn't really succeed. It was more than a little terrifying to realise how much he'd been taking the supersoldier aspect of himself for granted lately — he kept being surprised that he was needing time to recover from that last punishing fight, rather than immediately bouncing back. "Look, are you angry at me for taking the risks I did?" he asked. "If so, I think it's a little hypocritical of you."

"No," she said. Her posture relaxed very slightly, and she crossed her arms firmly to compensate. "Risks are the job. I understand that." She frowned. "I suppose I'm angry at you for nearly dying, though."

"It's the job," Steve echoed back. He couldn't see the distinction she plainly did.

"Not for you," Natasha said. "You do stupid shit like the rest of us, but you don't die. I thought you were a safe friend to have, because of that."

He understood immediately, although he almost wished he didn't. Very occasionally he caught a tiny glimpse of Natasha's soul, and each time it hurt. And she had been letting him see more of the chinks in her armour over these past few days than he could ever remember before.

"Nat, I'm sorry," he said.

She laughed a little bitterly, her shields already going back up. "I shouldn't blame you. It's just a reminder of why I don't usually take that risk."

Steve wished that Sam was still in the room. He was good with words. "I don't think you should be choosing your friendships based on who's the least likely to die," he said, cautiously.

"I should try and persuade the people trying to kill me to be my friends, instead?" she snapped, and froze. Her face went momentarily blank as she reined herself in; smoothed over her mask.

"He pulled me out of the river, Nat," Steve said, quietly.

"I know," she said, equally quiet.

There was about a minute of silence. It felt much longer.

"I'm glad to be your friend, you know," Steve offered. "If you're still okay with that."

She looked down at his shield, leaning against the bed. "I guess I am," she said, meeting his eyes again. "I'm really glad you're okay."
(no subject) - sholio on July 10th, 2014 06:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
helle_dhelle_d on June 27th, 2014 10:38 pm (UTC)
Cretaceous, any canon.

:P
robingal1: I will do SCIENCE to it!robingal1 on June 28th, 2014 02:24 am (UTC)
are we allowed to do this more than once? cause: white collar, Etruscan.
Frithfrith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:24 pm (UTC)
You're totally allowed to! You are at the back of the queue, though, as I'm trying to write a ficlet for everyone :)
pipiljpipilj on June 28th, 2014 09:56 am (UTC)
White Collar, Semiotics I am having a Dan Brown hangover

Edited at 2014-06-28 09:58 am (UTC)
aragarnaaragarna on June 28th, 2014 10:06 am (UTC)
Accoutrement, White Collar (Peter)
aqwt101aqwt101 on June 28th, 2014 12:50 pm (UTC)
cwtch, White Collar, (Peter & Neal)
Frith: Katarafrith_in_thorns on June 29th, 2014 01:13 am (UTC)
From schneefink on tumblr: deciduous, A:tla
There are no trees at the South Pole.

Katara can still perfectly recall the first one she ever saw; a gnarled, stumpy thing clinging to a cliff at the edge of the sea. Worn and weathered by the wind-flung salt. Still, it instantly arrested her, and she would have called for Appa to stop — except that the next moment they had cleared the cliff top and there were more trees, their branches stretching towards her like a greeting. She had always heard that the lands to the north were filled with green and growing things, but she had never understood the reality. She was transfixed, and so was Sokka, while Aang beamed at them both in delight.

That was a long time ago. Or, to look at it another way, it was at the start of the summer — but they were all so much younger then. In the meantime she's grown used to trees, and to warmth, and to war.

And her heart almost stops when she walks outside to see the leaves turning brown and falling from dying trees. Leaves which were green and used to dip and sway against the sky… She runs to find Aang, to tell him they haven't brought balance to the world after all.

He giggles at first, but stops immediately when he sees her face. "It's normal," he says. "It happens every year. Trees lose their leaves for winter, and then they grow again in the spring."

She feels very stupid, and ashamed of her ignorance. "I didn't know that."

Aang takes her hand, pulling her back outside. This is one of the times when she loves the simplicity of his good nature. One of the others would have mocked her, even if kindly (well, maybe not Toph, who has suffered the humiliation of not knowing something which everyone else can see with a glance), but not him. "See?" he says, gesturing to all the trees in view.

No one passing by looks at all worried. Katara feels silly for missing such an obvious cue. "I guess," she says. "So all the trees will go bare?"

"Not the pines," Aang says. He smiles at her. "I think you're really lucky, you know."

"How do you mean?"

"I'd love to experience autumn for the first time. It's so beautiful."

She notices all the colours the leaves are turning; yellow and red and orange and brown. The wind tugs them loose and twirls them through the air. "I guess it is," she says, and smiles back at him.

"And in the spring," he says, "we'll be able to see them growing back. There'll be blossom too. You'll like that."

Had she been feeling old a moment ago? The feeling's already passed. She's young again, with so much yet to see.
Sholio: Avatar-Katara waterbendsholio on July 10th, 2014 06:33 am (UTC)
Re: From schneefink on tumblr: deciduous, A:tla
eeeee! :D This is really lovely; I love these sorts of glimpses at characters' pasts informing what they know and understand, and Aang's gentle response is perfectly him.
sasha_and_rosasasha_and_rosa on June 30th, 2014 09:43 pm (UTC)
CSI:NY, Dendrochronology

Hope you like!
yvi_rossyvi_ross on September 21st, 2014 08:01 pm (UTC)
such a pity that you have not posted anything for so long more. while I love your stories so very much.
Annfitzwiggity on December 16th, 2014 10:58 pm (UTC)
I hope it's not to late for me to leave one! I know you must be pretty backed up in requests right now, but I hope mine's a good one, at least?

Incandescent, White Collar