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Good Wednesday to all!

Apologies for my tardy post, I'm afraid work got the better of me today :(
Today's theme is Fluff. Urban Dictionary defines Fluff as a fanfic in which the story has no plot, only humorous or romantic nonsense.

The Rules still haven't changed, and are as follows:

No more than five prompts in a row
If your prompt is filled you may prompt again
No more than Three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers please Warn and leave plenty of space

Prompts should be formatted as follows:

Fandom, Character/character, prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling:

Assassin's Creed, Ezio +/ any, "Assassins do not cuddle."

Frasier, any or ensemble, "Prosecco or Cava?"

MCU (AoSHIELD), FitzSimmons, holding hands

Comments

jaune_chat
Jun. 5th, 2014 01:42 pm (UTC)
Author's choice, any, KITTY!
afullmargin
Jun. 15th, 2014 07:29 pm (UTC)
Fill: Kitty! (Telltale's Walking Dead, Wyatt/Eddie, T)
It got a little tiny bit long, but... kitty!

It had been just the two of them for weeks, and it felt like even longer. Tonight was a barricaded house they'd been brave enough - hungry enough - to take back from the dead family that had obviously thought they were safe.

The broken window on the bottom floor said otherwise. But, it was easy enough to board up and they figured they wouldn't be there long enough to draw much attention. The house was shelter, and there was enough food to make staying a day or two worthwhile.

"Don't eat so fast, dude... you'll get sick." Wyatt narrowed his eyes at the man sitting beside him on the floor, when Eddie grinned at him around a mouthful of peaches - heavy syrup dripping down his chin - he made a soft sound of disgust.

"Fucking peaches..." Eddie sighed, scooping another section even as Wyatt glared at him. "I know, I know... be thankful for what I've got..."

Hiding his can in his jacket a long moment, Wyatt finally produced the once mocked blue and yellow can with a smirk; "Who wants meat?" He paused, popping open the can as though uncovering some miracle.

"Jesus, meat..." Eddie set aside what little remained of his peaches and slid close enough to his friend to nearly climb into his lap; "I don't remember the last time I ate meat."

Wyatt remembers, despite attempts to burn it from his memory, they weren't the only ones in camp that went to bed reminding themselves that at least it wasn't human. Waving aside the memory with a shudder under his grubby jacket, he handed Eddie a scavenged fork and took a bite before his friend could. The salty, meaty, almost-ham flavor was enough to crush any lingering Spam jokes he would have made before the world went to shit.

"Man, this would be awesome if..." Eddie started, his mouth full.

Wyatt cut him off, "It's electric. And I'm not starting a fire this close to the city." It was sensible; they barely made it out of town alive between the dead and the living.

"Sucks..." Eddie responded quietly.

A lull passed between them as they savored each bite with small groans of what little pleasure they could derive out of it. It was only the low, rumbling growl that caught their attention as they finished it off.

"Shit dude..." Eddie whispered, tracking the sound to a pair of shining yellow eyes at the top of the stairs in the nearly dark room." It's a cougar!"

"It's not a cougar..." Wyatt whispered, catching movement beyond the glow of their survival candle. "Why would it be a cougar?"

Continued Here

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