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Hi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and I’ll be enabling your comment_fic addiction this week.

Today’s theme is One Word. Today all the prompts have to be one word long.  Think it sounds easy? It is, and even better the possibilities are as endless as the words in the dictionary.

But wait before you let your excitement overwhelm you let’s have a quick review of
The Rules

        Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.


        No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.


        Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.


        For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity remember to format your prompts correctly.

Formatting examples:

Leverage, Parker, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

CWRPS, Jensen/Misha, bed

Smallville /DCU, Lex/Brainiac 5, legend

None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of

 Lonely Prompts!

[theme tag=OneWord]


Oct. 26th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
Dark Angel, Max/Alec, seizure
Nov. 30th, 2009 10:52 pm (UTC)
“Just hold on, Maxie. I’m right here. It’s going to be okay.”

“I know that,” Max stuttered out, trying as best she could to convey irritation while shaking uncontrollably. She could tell from Alec’s pale face and worried expression that she wasn’t doing a bang up job of it. “It’s no big deal; it’ll be over soon,” she assured him.

Alec got up and started banging around the abandoned lab they were hiding in, pushing aside crates and opening cupboard doors. “There might be something here we can use to help …”

“Alec!” Max called.

Alec rushed back to her. “What?”

“Would you just calm down, please? You’re not going to find any serotonin pills in this place. No milk either.”

They were here on a tip from one of Eyes Only’s informers, who was supposed to show up an hour ago with information on a serotonin shipment. He never showed and Max was too sick to drive her motorcycle home. Unfortunately, Alec stayed out of a misguided case of chivalry.

Alec shrugged. “I thought … yeah, you’re right. It’s stupid. I just want to do something to help.”

The shakes rattled down Max’s shoulders and arms, jolting her against the wall like a puppet. “Just come and sit down, will you? Wait quietly with me. That is, if you’re able.”

Alec looked affronted. “I’m not a hyperactive child.” He came over and sat down beside her, and began flexing and unflexing his fists.

“You sure about that?” Max asked. Her voice hitched at the end of the question. Damn, why did Alec of all people have to be the one to see her like this?

Alec cast a sidewise glance at her. Max was too preoccupied being miserable to try to decipher what it meant. Then, he reached out and took one of her quaking, cold hands between both of his large, warm hands.

“There,” he said, sounding satisfied. “That helps.”

And weirdly enough, it really did.
Dec. 1st, 2009 05:03 pm (UTC)
I really like this, thank you!


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