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Péntek: Constellations

Szia. Still foxxygoddess here and today's theme is Constellations. Prompts can be constellations of any kind. The stars, freckles, cities. How ever you wish to interpret Constellations.

Just a few rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.

No more than three prompts in the same fandom.

Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.

No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.

If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]

Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt


Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Any, Any, Mapping out the constellations of freckles across your partners back

+ Any, Any, "And that *points to the night sky* is Sagittarius."

+ Harry Potter, Any, "And what exactly do the two of you think you're doing up here in the middle of the night?" "uh... looking....*looks around* at... theeee... CONSTELLATIONS! For. Our astronmy homework!"


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(and with this I bid you farewell)
(...for now)

tag=Constellations

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foxxygoddess
Jul. 12th, 2019 05:05 am (UTC)
Any, Any, Mapping out the constellations of freckles across your partners back

Edited at 2019-07-12 05:06 am (UTC)
sharpiesgal
Jul. 12th, 2019 01:41 pm (UTC)
Fill: Romani detective fic, James/Zayne
Zayne found James laying face down on Zayne's rarely used bed wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey, you okay?" Zayne asked as he ran a hand down the center of James' back.

"M'fine," James murmured. "Just sleepy."

"I can tell," Zayne quietly remarked. "And maybe horny, too?"

James shrugged a shoulder in acknowledgement. He had just spent the past few nights on a stakeout which had garnered him and his partner heartburn, stiff joints, and a messed up sleep schedule.

Zayne softly chuckled. "I might be able to take care of that for you."

"Yeah?" James inquired having turned his head so that he wasn't talking into the pillow.

"Yeah," Zayne replied. "But only if you let me play connect the dots with your freckles."

"I'm too tired and out of it to put up a fight, cowboy, so go ahead," James told him. Normally, he hated any kind of activity that involved his freckles. He was stuck with them, so he didn't understand other people's fascination with them.

"I'll make you feel good," Zayne promised.

"You always do," James said with a sleepy smile.

Zayne smirked. "Stay on your stomach, but get comfy."

James sighed, but made himself comfortable as best he could.

Zayne ran his hand down James' back again and then began tracing constellations across his shoulders and down his back.

Zayne did this for about ten minutes naming the constellations as he did so, which he figured would surprise the redhead since he rarely flaunted all the useless trivia he knew.

"Zayne," James moaned having reached the point of no return.

Zayne stopped in mid-trace. "Roll over," he commanded.

James rolled over with a sigh of relief. His arousal very obvious.

Zayne bit back on a snarky quip. He reached under the towel and slowly jacked James off until his lover came with a bit back shout.

"Told you I'd make you feel good," Zayne told him as he cleaned both of them up with the pack of discarded Wet Wipes he found in the nightstand.

"No need to get cocky, cowboy," James retorted before yawning.

"No need to deflate my ego either, gingerbread," Zayne quickly retorted. "Now, scoot over. It's naptime."

James chuckled and moved over so Zayne could curl up next to him. "Sweet dreams, Zayne," he told him, and then he was soon asleep.

"Sweet dreams, Jay," Zayne said before joining the redhead in dreamland.
Re: Fill: Romani detective fic, James/Zayne - brumeier - Jul. 12th, 2019 02:44 pm (UTC) - Expand
Fill NCIS Nick/Ellie - helsinkibaby - Jul. 12th, 2019 08:15 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Fill NCIS Nick/Ellie - asphaltcowgrrl - Jul. 12th, 2019 08:27 pm (UTC) - Expand
foxxygoddess
Jul. 12th, 2019 05:10 am (UTC)
Any, Any, "And that *points to the night sky* is Sagittarius."
foxxygoddess
Jul. 12th, 2019 05:10 am (UTC)
Harry Potter, Any, "And what exactly do the two of you think you're doing up here in the middle of the night?" "uh... looking....*looks around* at... theeee... CONSTELLATIONS! For. Our astronomy homework!"
vanillafluffy
Jul. 12th, 2019 07:28 am (UTC)
MCU, Steve Rogers and/or Bucky Barnes, “Thank Your Lucky Stars”
classics_lover
Jul. 12th, 2019 10:31 am (UTC)
Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, Aziraphale looks at Crowley like he hung the stars in the sky (which he did, but that's beside the point entirely.... OR IS IT?)
sharpiesgal
Jul. 30th, 2019 01:17 pm (UTC)
"What's the matter with you today, angel?" Crowley asked Aziraphale as he settled on the couch the angel kept in the backroom of his shop.

"Nothing," Aziraphale replied with a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you are staring at me like a love sick fool as some humans are fond of saying," Crowley answered before taking a sip of wine.

"Like you hung the stars?" Aziraphale countered.

"That too," Crowley murmured. He didn't like to be reminded of his life prior to his Fall.

"Well, didn't you?"

"I did, but that is beside the point."

Aziraphale softly chuckled.

"I sense you judging me," Crowley said feeling compelled to say something.

"Never that, my prickly friend," Aziraphale assured him and then leaned forward to draw him into a gentle, wine flavored kiss.
(no subject) - classics_lover - Jul. 30th, 2019 04:10 pm (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - sharpiesgal - Jul. 30th, 2019 05:09 pm (UTC) - Expand
classics_lover
Jul. 12th, 2019 10:33 am (UTC)
Star Trek (any TV), any human +/ any non-human,
The Non-Human: "When you say someone hung the stars in the sky..."
The Human: "It's not literal."
The Non-Human: *is relieved*
cozy_coffee
Jul. 12th, 2019 11:07 am (UTC)
Any, any, he has scars across his body as beautiful as stars across a midnight sky
jdl71
Jul. 12th, 2019 07:25 pm (UTC)
Fill: I see stars in you
Dean lay on their bed, his head pillowed by his crossed arms. His eyes green eyes were closed and he sighed in contentment as strong hands worked his tired and sore muscles. It had been another long haul after yet another hunt to get back to the bunker they called home. After showering, he had donned a pair of worn sweatpants to relax in. At Sam’s insistence, he had climbed onto their bed where he currently lay with Sam’s weight resting gently on his thighs as Sam massaged the kinks out of his tired back.

“Feels good,” he murmured to Sam. They had long given up on the pretense that they were anything other than brothers and had moved onto being lovers.

“Good,” Sam replied as he looked down at his brother’s back. They had been at an old cemetery on a salt and burn when Dean had taken a nasty hit from a vengeful spirit, which had sent him flying into a headstone. A large bruise had formed on the right side of his ribs, but thankfully, Dean hadn’t suffered any broken bones.

Dean moaned in approval when Sam’s thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot in his shoulder.

Sam drew back as he worked the muscle to look at his back. Dean’s back was littered with scars he had amassed over the years from some brutal hunts. Hell, both of their bodies were a roadmap of scars. His fingers traced over the raised skin, feeling the harden tissue under his fingertips. To him, they were as beautiful as stars across a midnight sky, well most were. He could remember what each one represented, a wound from being cut by an angel blade, a knife wound from a bar fight, and the list went on. He leaned down and kissed the first scar, moving his lips gently over Dean’s back to kiss each one. He laved at the last one, the one he had given Dean when they had gotten into a fight a year ago. In a fit of rage, he had shoved Dean, knocking him off balance and into a metal filing cabinet. The corner of the cabinet had been jagged, catching Dean’s shoulder just right. He could never make it up to Dean for inflicting that injury on him over his jealousy at seeing Dean flirting with some woman. The flirting had been harmless, meaningless, Dean had been trying to get some information for a case they had been on. But, it hurt to see that scar, and he still hadn’t forgiven himself for what he had done.

“Sam, you gotta forgive yourself. I’ve already forgiven you,” Dean said in a soft voice.

Sam swallowed several times, trying to work out his words. “I know . . . but, I’m still sorry. Every time I see it . . .” Sam let his words die as he kissed the scar again, as if that would erase the past, remove the scar and replace it with soft pale unmarred skin.

Dean craned his neck so he was able to look over his shoulder at Sam. “It’s no worse than any other scar I have.” He gave a thoughtful look to Sam and then smiled. His green eyes twinkled as he spoke, “Actually, it’s better.” He chuckled when he saw Sam’s look of shock.

“What?” Sam managed to get out before Dean rolled over, dislodging him. He scooted up the bed and rested his back against the headboard. “How can you even say that?”

Dean rose up onto his knees and leaned into Sam, breathing in his scent of freshly washed skin. “You gave it to me, marked me as yours,” he responded with a wide grin before capturing Sam’s lips in a heated kips, stopping him from any further protests.

Gathering his wits, Sam broke the kiss and pushed Dean away. “Dean, I never meant . . .”

“I know,” Dean said in a soothing voice. He reached out and pulled Sam to him. “Just shut up and kiss me until I see stars,” he murmured against Sam’s lips.

Sam responded with a soft chuckle and a light kiss at first that he deepened as his desire for Dean took over. He was so onboard with that plan, doing his damndest to make them both see stars before the night faded into day.


Edited at 2019-07-12 07:26 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill: I see stars in you - cozy_coffee - Jul. 13th, 2019 12:12 am (UTC) - Expand
RE: Fill: I see stars in you - jdl71 - Jul. 13th, 2019 12:20 am (UTC) - Expand
jdl71
Jul. 12th, 2019 11:23 am (UTC)
SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam looks at Dean's freckles & sees the stars.
sherlockian_syn
Jul. 12th, 2019 01:49 pm (UTC)
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Stay awake, stay awake
Survive
I've got nineteen stars that I
Give your name tonight

(Meg & Dia)
sherlockian_syn
Jul. 12th, 2019 01:51 pm (UTC)
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ any, a constellation of scars that tell a story
sherlockian_syn
Jul. 12th, 2019 01:55 pm (UTC)
Stargate Multiverse, any m/m,

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

(Florence + the Machine)
sherlockian_syn
Jul. 12th, 2019 02:01 pm (UTC)
Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson,

Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all

(A. E. Housman)
sherlockian_syn
Jul. 12th, 2019 02:04 pm (UTC)
Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

(Ryan Adams)
sidleypkhermit
Jul. 12th, 2019 02:35 pm (UTC)
MCU, Carol Danvers +/ Maria Rambeau, Maria gets to see the night sky from another planet for the first time
cornerofmadness
Jul. 12th, 2019 02:55 pm (UTC)
The X-Files, Scully/Mulder - They don't see the same thing in the stars
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