Sneezy Not-Supernatural Meme!

[tarotgal]

I am incredibly indecisive... so I'm running TWO memes. There. Done. Bwahahaha!



PROMPTS | FILLS

Directions:
1. Post prompts. Any fandom (except for Supernatural) and any pairing, as long as there is potential sneezing involved from a male character. There is no limit to how many prompts you can post.
2. Please warn for anything current that might be potentially spoilery!
3. Prompt posting will be open until I feel like closing it.
4. Reply to any prompts you like with art/drabbles/ficlets/fics in parts/links to fics in your LJ. If doing a link to your LJ, the entry must not be friends-locked. Please warn for anything that might be a trigger including something an emetophobe like me might have a problem with.
5. Prompts can have as many fills as people feel like writing. Just because one person has filled a prompt doesn't mean you can't write for that prompt as well. Different spins on the same thing are absolutely welcome!
6. There will be no deadline for fic responses. If you see a prompt you like and want to write it, go ahead! There's no limit to how many you can write either. WRITE THEM ALL!
7. My birthday is April 19. I'm just saying...

Comments

[wig-powder.livejournal.com]

Am I really the first person leaving a comment on this meme? Oh well...

Fandom: Horatio Hornblower, surprise surprise.

Prompt: Horatio strikes me as the sort of guy who denies he's sick and tries very hard to hide it. And it's canon that he worries about what his men think about him. So I'd like to see a fic where Captain Hornblower catches cold and tries his utmost to hide it from people, blaming his sneezes on everything from cold air to too much pepper. It's up to you whether or not he manages to hide it.

Surprisingly, I'd like to limit the caretaking element. Either Horatio’s caught and sent to the doctor or he fools everyone and reflects on that dryly before going to bed.

Thanks for running this, Tarotgal!

[tarotgal]

Well, someone's got to be first! :-) Thanks!

FILLED: The Most Important Meal of the Day (1/2)

[tarotgal]

“Captain?” William Bush leaned forward, inspecting him more closely.

Horatio Hornblower had been trying to look lost in thought, but perhaps he’d gone wrong somewhere in the facial expression to make his first lieutenant suspect something were wrong. He cleared his voice once and realized it wasn’t enough. Dreading a second clearing, he tried to time the sound with the clinking of his knife on the plate. Then he tried to deflect attention. “I was thinking we might adjust our current course. The admiralty doesn’t expect our return for another three days and we’re making better time than expected.”

Bush sat back in his seat. He pushed some mash about on his plate around as he contemplated the answer to what he wasn’t expecting. “Ah, if you say so, Sir. Though I’m sure the men would be glad to get back to dry land.”

Hornblower did not feel likewise. Much more comfortable and confident at sea, Hornblower would have preferred to stay out there for all time. But he knew they needed supplies, needed new orders, and needed some fresh lobsters as the last batch of marines had not all made it through the battle. Additionally, he was hoping that this raging head cold of his might be gone before he had to present himself formally in front of royalty. It wouldn’t do to sneeze in His Majesty’s presence.

Come to it, it wouldn’t do to sneeze in front of his first lieutenant. As soon as any of his men discovered his weakness, he would look like less of a captain in their eyes. A captain was more than just a man who gave orders—he was a figurehead. The crew needn’t know their captain ate or slept or caught vicious head colds.

Asking Bush to take breakfast with him this morning had been a mistake; he saw that now. It wasn’t much of a breakfast anyway, rations being what they were. But there was no way he would be able to get through the meal without sneezing or coughing or doing something so unbecoming. And if sneezing weren’t bad enough, sneezing during a meal was damn near unforgiveable. He valued the man’s wisdom, especially when it came to battle. Bush had seen more than Hornblower and, soon enough, he was going to see Hornblower as Hornblower never wanted anyone to see him.

“All the same,” he croaked out, “I think it wise to take the longer route. There’s less chance of meeting the enemy.”

“Since when did the Lydia ever run from a fight?”

If Bush had a weakness, it was his eagerness to engage. Though for all his restlessness, he was the perfect soldier, obeying every order and never arguing with any direct command.

“Since… sin¬-eh!” Quickly, he bent two fingers and pressed them at the underside of his nose. He felt his nostrils twich violently, insisting, and at once his head bowed down. “ehhhkshh! Eh-eh!” Only just finished with a sneeze when another came right along after. He pressed firmly, holding his breath, and seconds later the tickle died down. There was a handkerchief in his trunk, but he didn’t dare retrieve it. It was best to keep the sneezing to a minimum so he wouldn’t need to use it at all.

“Captain?”

Hornblower took a sip of his rum, feeling it burn hot against his raw throat but needing it to buy him some time. He would have much preferred water, but he was under the impression that an infusion of rum would keep away scurvy and colds both; so far it was only working on the former. He swallowed and tried to project an air of confidence. “I should be glad to return if only so that my cabin can be given a thorough cleaning. All this dust. It’s a wonder I don’t sneeze more.”

“Of course.”

[(Anonymous)]

BBC - Sherlock.
Someone pulls an April's fools on Sherlock... involving sneezing powder.

[squonkfan.livejournal.com]

I love you, Anonymous.

Is all I had to say.

FILL: Have a Sense of Humor (1/2)

[tarotgal]

When the waiter came with their food, Sherlock was momentarily cast into shadow. It was John who typically sat in that seat when they ate there. It was the most logical of arrangements, allowing Sherlock, the taller of the two, to sit with his back to the window and therefore blocking the early afternoon sun. But today, apparently, Sherlock had welcomed occasional spots of sun blindness and had insisted on the switched seating.

A creature of habit, John had found it disconcerting at first. The restaurant was equidistant from the flat and the hospital and only a block and a half from the police precinct. Quite convenient, not to mention that they served the best soup and sandwiches in the area.

“The game is afoot!”

John Watson looked up from his ham and cheese on rye. “No, Sherlock. It’s just lunch. Can’t we just have lunch without something crazy going on?” And for as certain as John was that nothing was amiss, he still glanced around the restaurant as if James Moriarty were about to jump out from behind the dessert tray.

“We could, of course, but we won’t this time.” He leaned over the table, carefully dipping his spoon in the soup and extracting it. He stared at it for a moment then he sniffed hard. He waited a moment, then put the spoon back down. “Excuse me.”

John expected him to get up and retire to the loo, but Sherlock didn’t move. Or, at least, he didn’t get up. He did reach into his breast pocket and extract a pocket square. Having no idea where this was going, John realized he couldn’t look away now. Was he planning on picking up evidence with it? Or perhaps handling something distasteful? John watched as a completely composed Sherlock pressed the square to his nose. Seconds passed and all that happened was Sherlock’s eyes slowly closing.

“Sher—?” His words were cut short as Sherlock held up a finger, silencing him.

A full minute had nearly ticked away before it finally happened. A deep breath filled his lungs completely and his head snapped forward with an abrupt sneeze. “H’pttt!” Four more followed immediately, punctuated by a sixth. “Ihptsh!” This one sounded wetter and, perhaps, felt likewise, for Sherlock withdrew the handkerchief and pressed the other side to his nose. “ihhFsh! H’ktch!”

John looked on helplessly, watching the man snap forward and sway backward with each and every single rapid-fire sneeze. Sherlock looked equally helpless.

“Goodness. Bless you! Are you ill?”

“Ha! Degree!” was all Sherlock could manage before sneezing again.

John stared at him blankly, confident that it had made sense in Sherlock’s mind palace, because it certainly made no sense to him. Confusion began to set in, along with worry. Whatever was happening did not seem to be ending. On the contrary, the sneezes were growing faster and stronger. Or, perhaps, Sherlock was doing a worse job fighting them.

“ihptsh! H’ptshh!” And a dozen more tumbled out. Sherlock somehow managed to refold his hanky, finding a somewhat dry spot and utilizing it at once. His nose dripped and his nostrils quivered against the cloth. But still he sneezed. And sneezed. And sneezed some more.

And somewhere in there, John’s worry grew into concern. “Are you ill?” Pretty soon, he would run out of handkerchief entirely. John searched his pockets in vein.

The handkerchief now hung at his nose, limp, damp. He could barely manage to draw a breath in-between sneezes they were so quick. “ehptsh! Eyitch! eePtsh!”

And people were beginning to stare. Everyone in the restaurant—patrons, servers, even the hostess had paused to watch.

John grew uncomfortable. “Honestly, Sherlock. Can’t you… I don’t know… stop?”

Two eyes shot open, glaring over the folds of the hanky for one split second before closing tight for another sneeze, immediately followed by two more.

Realizing he had to do something to save the man, John got up, depositing his napkin on his seat. And then it occurred to him: the napkin. “Hold on. I’ll help.” He reached into Sherlock’s lap and retrieved the napkin.

Star Trek: TOS

[biketest.livejournal.com]

Kirk and Spock beam down to an alien planet. Spock is fine, but Kirk is allergic to something in their atmosphere and can't stop sneezing. Of course, he won't call in a replacement or even let McCoy come down to help him, he just wants to get the job done. Spock sneakily/logically takes care of him as they go about their business.

Re: Star Trek: TOS

[tarotgal]

I don't think I could write TOS to save my life, but this prompt is fantastic! (I can just picture shirtless, sneezing!Kirk trying and failing MISERABLY to flirt with whatever alien race was there and Spock knowing better and orchastrating something elaborate and diplomatic to save their butts)

Hawaii Five-0

[biketest.livejournal.com]

Both Steve and Danny come down with a cold at the same time. They're even grumpier and bicker more than usual during the case, but when it's over they just make some soup and curl up on the couch together with some tissues and try to feel better. (Gen or slash)

Re: Hawaii Five-0

[greeneyes-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is made of cuteness. I've never written this fandom, but now you make me want to.

[tarotgal]

Okay, I'm pretty sure I'm just prompting myself with this prompt, but here goes nothing...

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Iron Man/Captain America/Wolverine
Tony and Logan both come down with something but they don't want the other to know. A cold transforms Tony into a needy five-year-old and Cap's the only person he'll let get close to him. Logan, on the other hand, just wants to be left the hell alone, but Cap knows he needs stuff and practically has to fight to deliver pills or whatever.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

I could try doing 2/3 of this pairing if you would like. Or I could do some research and try to do the whole pairing but I might suck more and take some time.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

So first, thanks tg for making the Supernatural thread pre-season 8 as I am also behind on watching.

Second, I am really not very good at prompting as can be seen in years past when you have had your holiday giftfic sign-ups so I will probably be trying to fill promps rather than writing them. So...yeah. It has to be something I know though, and so far the few things that have been posted I can not do. I will try to participate, though, in at least one way.

[tarotgal]

You should post the fandoms you feel like writing in so that people can think up prompts in them *G*

Yay for playing along!

Marvel: Captain America

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I'd love something with post-serum Steve having to look after a miserable cold-ridden Bucky and the role reversal of Steve getting to look after Bucky for once.

Movies verse preferred but I'm not really that picky!

FILLED: Pity Party Table For One (1/1)

[tarotgal]

Bucky sat hunched over his drink at the bar. His head throbbed as the swing music played loudly in his ears; he definitely wasn’t in the mood to dance. His throat burned with soreness from the coughing he’d been doing; he hadn’t even touched his drink. His nose was a faucet that wouldn’t turn off; the involuntary sniffling was starting to annoy even him. Still he sat at the bar and stared down at his drink. Yeah, he was a little tipsy. Yeah, he was a little sick. But he knew leaving the club right now would be a bad idea. For one, he wouldn’t be able to stay on his feet long enough to make it out the door.

“Bucky? What are you doing here?”

He didn’t look up. He didn’t want to see Steve right now. Steve, who’d spent every moment of his life plagued with “chronic or frequent colds” according to his medical history until the government had done… whatever they’d done. And now there was a cold going through the barracks and Steve was somehow the only soldier without a runny nose. It wasn’t fair.

“Hitch-uhh!” He only barely caught it against the side of his hand.

“Oh, buddy, here…” Steve’s hand dove into his back pocket for a handkerchief. But all it felt was the inside of his pocket, body heat, and pocket lint. “Oh.” Quickly he turned. Three giggling girls in sweaters and skirts passed by, eyeing him with entirely obvious intentions. He smiled at them. “Pardon, do any of you have a handkerchief?” Steve accepted the first one thrust at him, though two more were just behind. He thanked them and promised them a dance before turning back to Bucky, who was busy rubbing his nose into the cuff of his sleeve. “Here,” Steve tried again.

Bucky wanted to refuse it. But he knew all too well how it would look to be sitting there rubbing his nose on his sleeve while a handkerchief was dangling in front of his face, because Steve had always looked so pathetically stupid when he was stubborn like that. So Bucky snatched it and honked his nose into the folds of the feminine, lace hanky embroidered with roses.

“You should be in bed,” Steve told him, leaning casually against the bar just as a beer was plopped down for him on the house.

Bucky grumbled to himself and kept his head ducked down. With the hanky pressed to his nose, no one but him knew how much his nose was twitching under the cloth. The twitching intensified until maddening tickle grew impossible to resist. “ih-ih-HITCH-uhhhh! H’chuhhh!”

Then he felt a hand on his back, rubbing. And Steve leaned close, whispering, “Take it from someone who’s had every cold on the planet at least once: it’s better to nip this in the butt when you can. I’ll help you out of here if that’s what you’re worried about. I can tell you’re probably running a fever. Probably a little dizzy? Weak?”

Bucky’s cheeks burned hot with embarrassment and anger and who knew what else was in the mix. Probably a fever, just like Steve said.

“You were a prisoner of war. You were tortured. Damn right your body was weakened enough for a nasty cold to move on in. That’s not your fault. But you can’t fight it with a beer. You’ve got to go lie down and take it easy, that’s the best way to fight it, Sargent. And pretty soon you’ll feel well enough to ship back out and help me take down Hitler.”

As far as inspirational speeches Captain America made, Bucky had to admit that this was one of the better ones.

“Or you can keep sitting here alone feeling sorry for yourself. It’s your call.”

Bucky looked up finally. “Let’s go.” His voice was gruff, hoarse. As he was helped to his feet, he smiled at the irony of the situation. Leaning on Steve Rogers for support, he made his way out of the bar.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite songs is ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man (in fact, it is my ringtone for when a guy in my contacts calls my cellphone). Although I think the songwriter went a little overboard with some of the accessories in the song (why do you need a gold watch and a diamond ring when you are going to wear gloves to cover them up most of the time? And who wears a top hat anymore? A fedora will work just fine, thank you. But I digress...) write a little something in the fandom of your choice where a character has to get dressed up all snazzy-like and spends the whole week getting ready only to get sick.

Does the character decide to go out any way or does he decide he can't and chooses to stay home instead? Is the guy stubborn and has to be convinced not to go out by someone else? Or is he stubborn and goes anyway but has to leave early because he gets too sick or gets too sneezy and starts causing a scene.

Oh, and tg, I approve of the pictures of the guys you chose for the title graphic. ;-)

[tarotgal]

I thought you might like the title graphic *G* I definitely love a guy in a suit!

Also, this is a great prompt!


EDIT: GUY in a suit. GUY. Not gut. Ew. Not that.

[tarotgal]

Marvel

Coulson's sick and tries to pretend he isn't because something big like the end of the world is happening. Hawkeye notices (of course he does; he notices everything!)

FILL: Five Handkerchief Type of Day (1/3)

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

A/N: So I have no idea what exactly this is. Not my best, that's for sure as I haven't written anything in quite a while but I really wanted to have a fill on this thread so...

Coulson’s nose was on fire. Well, not literally, although that wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen to him all week. Monday had been some kind of acid-spewing creature from God-Knows-Where wreaking havoc all over downtown Manhattan. Tuesday Clint had come home from an out of country op all sniffly and needy. Coulson had spent the next two days going back and forth from between the office and the apartment he and Clint shared. When Clint was sick he became more snaky and sarcastic than usual, which made Coulson reevaluate how difficult working with (read: baby-sit) Tony Stark was. By the end of the week Coulson could feel the beginnings of his own cold starting to build.

Then came the endless stream of meetings and phone calls and all Coulson wanted to do was take some cold medicine and go to sleep.

Sitting at Fury’s right side at the conference Coulson found it increasingly difficult to keep his mind on the information being given out. And even though his boss was sitting next to him, everything coming out of his mouth sounded distant in Coulson’s ears.

What he really needed to do was excuse himself and go to his office so he can be alone for a few minutes to clear his nose and wipe his eyes. As it was, Coulson could only pray the meeting would be over soon and repeat the mantra of I am not sick…I can control this…I am not going to sneeze…that he had been telling himself the past few days.

Luckily his end of this meeting was pretty much nonexistent as Sitwell had been put in charge of the particular op they were planning so he didn’t have to talk very much. But God, did Sitwell like to talk. Coulson took off his glasses and rubbed the corner of his eye with the cuff of his jacket. A small moment of relief in an effort to keep the rest of the sensations running through his body at bay.

From Fury’s other side Hill glanced over at Coulson, a small and almost sympathetic quirk to her mouth. Coulson quickly replaces his glasses and clears his throat, hoping Hill hadn’t noticed his discomfort too much.

[tarotgal]

It's National Pillow Fight Day! Someone's allergic to feathers! Now write!

Fill: Plumulaceous, Part 1

[wig-powder.livejournal.com]

It's still April where I am, and I thought I'd close out the month with one last fill for the meme. I know it's not exactly National Pillow Fight Day, but considering the fandom I was working with, I had to stretch the definition of the prompt. I hope it's something like what you were looking for, at any rate.
***

For all his desire for solitude, Horatio Hornblower was happy to have a friend in Archie Kennedy. When he was willing to be honest with himself, having Archie’s happy-go-lucky attitude was a healthy counterpoint to his precise calculations and thoughtfulness. If he was feeling as though he was about to be ousted from the Navy in disgrace, Archie would swoop in and say a few well-timed things to get Horatio…well, not exactly laughing, but certainly in a more cheerful mood.

That being said, Archie’s insistence on celebrating every small victory with a burst of energy and enthusiasm was utterly foreign to him. Horatio preferred to acknowledge the success and just get on with things. If pressed, he could be induced to have a celebratory drink or two, but otherwise, it didn’t overly matter to him. Archie, on the other hand, liked to shout the news from the rigging, accosting officers and crewmen alike to tell them of his good fortune. Then, invariably, he would get the urge to celebrate in some fashion. Having a few drinks was always the preferred option, but if they weren’t near a port or grog was being firmly rationed, he had to find other ways to express his excitement.

Such, it seemed, was the case now. Archie had received a letter from home in the latest mail packet, and judging from the way his face had lit up and he began rocking on the balls of his feet, he’d received some wonderful news. He’d been due for his watch, and thus couldn’t share the news with Horatio. Knowing what was coming, Horatio took advantage of the calm before the storm and retreated to their cabin to get some reading done. When the cabin door closed and he heard Archie’s contented sigh, he looked up cautiously. “All right then, Archie, let’s have it. What news from home?”

Archie’s eyes were positively glowing. “My brother’s wife just delivered a healthy baby boy. I’m an uncle, Horatio!”

Merlin, anyone?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! I would love, love, looooove to see a (blushing) sneezy Merlin and sneeze!kink Arthur? Maybe making him do chores like dusting or weeding the royal garden? oh pleeezzz XD <3

Re: Merlin, anyone?

[tarotgal]

Oh heck yeah! Arthur TOTALLY would!

I think we need some Torchwood smut

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

So, um, what if one of the alien plants Owen is experimenting on in the hothouse is something that Ianto is CRAZY allergic to? And *that's* why Jack likes to have fun with Ianto in there.

FILLED: The Sensitive Nature of Delicate Flowers (1/3)

[tarotgal]

“C’mon.” Jack squeezed Ianto’s hand, leading him toward the hothouse.

Ianto’s arm extended as Jack pulled and his feet stayed still. When his arm was stretched as far as it would go, he stumbled forward a few steps on the catwalk. The momentum caused a yo-yo effect, sending him to Jack and then causing them to backtrack a few steps. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they leaned against the railing for another kiss.

As soon as Ianto could break away, he shook his head. “Fuck, Jack, I can’t wait. I want you right now. Right here.”

Jack glanced at the hothouse, then back the way they’d come up the stairs. Then he made quick work of Ianto’s belt, zip, and pants. Ianto’s eager cock rose to meet his hand.

*

Jack crouched behind a fern in the hothouse. It was a stupid place to hide, really. He’d hidden there before and had always been found in a second. But if you had to crouch naked somewhere in the Torchwood hub, there were far worse places to do so than in a warm, climate-controlled room.

Jack waited. And waited. And waited some more.

He’d taken his watch off at the start of the game, so he couldn’t be sure how long this round was taking. But it somehow seemed longer than usual to Jack. Ianto surely should have found him by now.

When he started to lose feeling in his toes, he resigned himself to standing up and going in search of his lover.

*

“Good night,” Ianto said formally though warmly as Tosh headed out through the tourism office. She was the last. They had the hub to themselves again. There had been so much alien activity lately, Ianto suspected this would never happen again. But, eventually, things had died down enough for the others to head home. He knew he should probably do likewise; he was running low on changes of clothing. But, first thing was first. “Jack?” No answer. He tried more loudly. “Jack?”

Jack appeared in the doorway of his office, grinning. “Bet I know what’s on your mind.”

Ianto blushed.

Jack sauntered over and slipped an arm around ianto’s waist. “So… how about we head to—”

“My place,” Ianto finished.

Taken off guard, Jack blinked. “Excuse me?”

“We’ve never had sex at my place before, and I need to go pick up some things at home anyway.” His finger traced invisible designs into Jack’s front. “What do you say?”

Finally, Jack grinned. “Sure. Why not? But I’ve got to warn you: if it takes too long to get there, I’m going to have to sit between your legs in the car and amuse myself.”

That seemed a risk Ianto was willing to take.

*

[darklemur352.livejournal.com]

Um, Doctor Who prompt anyone?

So, remember episodes 8-9 in season 3? When the Doctor had to turn into a human to escape from the Family of Blood? Yeah, there were a lot of colds mentioned right there... Granted, most of them weren't real as they were just a cover story for all the sniffing that the evil guys were doing, but there was at least one real one mentioned--on of the schoolboys I think. Anyway, the combination of human, disease-susceptible Doctor and the cold thing got me thinking...

Yeah, this is what happens when I stay up until 2:00 AM re-watching Doctor Who...feel free to ignore my brain spazzing.

[tarotgal]

I was talking Buffy today with two different people and realized I really want to read some sick!Spike. I ship Xander/Spike, but I'd be fine reading almost any pairing. Or no pairing and just sneezy Spike! Bonus points for someone hugging Spike! heehee

If you want a specific prompt, let me know and I can come up with something ;-)

[tarotgal]

Sons of Anarchy prompt... canon pairings preferred, but whatever floats your boat.

Jax is feeling a little under the weather and crashes in his room. Someone walks in on him sneezing his head off and calls for Gemma.

[tarotgal]

Torchwood-Captain Jack Harkness comes down with a sneezy cold. Ianto's out of town for some reason (tea boy convention?). Jack drives the rest of his team crazy with his neediness and complaints that Ianto would have made better tea or known to get the warmer blanket or the brand of medicine he likes better.

When Ianto returns, he sees that Jack's been taken care of while sick and feels useless... until Jack shows him how much he needed/missed Ianto!

[tarotgal]

X-Files: I want to read about Fox Mulder sneezing. I don't have a proper prompt, though I suppose I could come up with one if needed. But I'd love him to have a cold and be sneezing. Gen, Mulder/Scully, or Mulder/Skinner.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

The X-Files was my favorite show when I was in junior high school. Haven't watched it in a very long time, though. I know they have the show on Netflix so I might have to go and relive my past and see what hits me as far as scenarios.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

Marvel

Clint or Coulson has a broken nose and a cold. The other one has a broken arm. The one with the broken arm wants to help and comfort the other (because sneezing with a broken nose hurts) but it is difficult for them because they only have the use of one arm.

[smokeycat-430.livejournal.com]

I really want to write something. It makes me happy to write for other people so here is a list of fandoms I am into and could try writing/have written in.

Current TV:
Walking Dead (caught up)
Castle (really behind but trying to catch up)
Burn Notice (also really behind but stuck on season 3)
Psych (caught up)
White Collar (stuck on season 2)

My old favorites are 24, Lost, Alias, House, and Life (a great cancelled show with Damian Lewis) and the HBO series Band of Brothers.

I also watch a lot of movies and can write MCU and sometimes James Bond (I love modern era Bond/Tanner if that means anything to anyone out there). As far as comics go, I am currently reading Fraction & Aja's Hawkeye series as well as Secret Avengers, and the revamp Winter Soldier series.

So...give me something to write!

[tarotgal]

Did I totally imagine Archer being on your list? Totally cool if you're not comfy writing in it yet (it's so new!). It's just funny that it came through on my email but it's not here and there's no edit notice above. How is that possible?

Ah, there's the edit notice. Okay. No worries. I thought I was going crazy for a second there!

[(Anonymous)]

Ok another Merlin (I'm glad I'm not the only oneeeee)

Merlin gets cursed so that he can only sneeze with Arthur's permision. Like, even if he has to sneeze, Arthur still has to tell him he can before he actually does.

:^P

[tarotgal]

Oh man. That is both adorable and hot! As if Arthur doesn't already have control/power issues *G* heehee!

[tarotgal]

I updated the master list. Let me know if I missed anything!