I have already imported all the entries and comments posted prior to this; if, for whatever reason, you're not comfortable having a past post of yours there and you'd like it deleted, please let me know and I'll take care of it as soon as possible (my email is slodwick at slodwick dot com). If I understand things correctly, you should still be able to post over there even if you don't have a dreamwidth account, using your LJ credentials via OpenID (I am not positive about this, though.)
I'm not sure yet what will happen with this community--whether I'll leave it as is, or delete it outright--but at least this way the community is backed up.","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/265417.html?view=comments#comments","category":"mod post"},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/265155.html","pubDate":"Sat, 01 Apr 2017 23:48:19 GMT","title":"Flotsam (Original)","author":"slodwick","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/265155.html","description":"Title: <\/strong>Flotsam<\/a>
Author:<\/strong> stefwith1f (n\u00e9e scrunchy)
Fandom:<\/strong> Original work
Summary:<\/strong> Love and loss and the superpower that is staying alive.
OR
Sure, I have all this treasure, but I'm still not sure it was worth the shipwreck.<\/em>
Posted by the moderator on behalf of the author.<\/em><\/small>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/265155.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","original"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264863.html","pubDate":"Sat, 01 Apr 2017 18:59:23 GMT","title":"Solitary Soldier (The Losers)","author":"slodwick","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264863.html","description":"Title: <\/b>Solitary Soldier<\/a>
Author: <\/b>Deannie
Fandom: <\/b>The Losers (comic)
Summary: <\/b>The tree was tall and leafless until you got to the poof of scraggly hair at the top. It really was the only tree for about 200 yards, which had struck them both as strange the day they'd first come upon it.
Notes: <\/b>Fulfills my picfor1000, which is here<\/a>. Also, this is part of my Chasm-verse<\/a>.
Posted by the moderator on behalf of the author.<\/em><\/small>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264863.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","the losers"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264659.html","pubDate":"Sat, 01 Apr 2017 03:55:55 GMT","title":"Fic: A Light at the (Near) End of the World, Teen Wolf, Peter\/Stiles","author":"ladyoneill","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264659.html","description":"Title: A Light at the (Near) End of the World<\/a>
Author: ladyoneill
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Pairing: Peter\/Stiles
Rating: PG 13
Warning\/Spoilers: Post apocalypse, set in the future.
Summary: The world he grew up in has ended in a supernatural war that devastated the human population. A survivor, Stiles lives a solitary, quiet life in Wales until there's a knock on his door.
Inspired by this Pic<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264659.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","teen wolf"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264317.html","pubDate":"Sat, 01 Apr 2017 03:13:37 GMT","title":"The Coming Storm (Lackadaisy)","author":"harvey_k","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264317.html","description":"Title:<\/b> The Coming Storm
Author:<\/b> Harvey King
Fandom:<\/b> Lackadaisy
Characters:<\/b> Mordecai Heller, Atlas and Mitzi May, Viktor Vasko, Serafine and Nico Savoy
Rating:<\/b> General
Photo:<\/b> Alone<\/a> by Scott Hutchinson
Summary:<\/b> The pressure sets in when the barometer drops...<\/em>
Also available on AO3<\/a>.
The pressure sets in when the barometer drops. It builds slowly behind his sphenoid bone, inevitably making him remove his spectacles and rub his eyes. From there, it imposes upon his inner ears and gorge, pushing down until he\u2019s hot with nausea and wary of sudden movements.
\u201cPoor pookums,\u201d Mitzi May declares, leaning over him to lay a cold cloth on his forehead.
\u201cI\u2019b fine.\u201d He presses his handkerchief to his nose with both hands.
\u201cSure you are, sweetie,\u201d she says. \u201cYou just got over-excited with all those numbers.\u201d
Mordecai clenches his teeth against another lurch of vertigo and wishes he were dead. The dark room into which he was forcibly steered is the size of his childhood apartment and seemingly serves no purpose save to house a set of furniture worth more than his life. Lying supine may be inadvisable, but the alternative is to risk bleeding on the chaise longue or the silk rug. Bad enough, unthinkable<\/em> enough, that he\u2019s already dripped blood onto his borrowed tie.
\u201cI say—\u201d
The whiplash turn of his head to the doorway threatens to split his skull.
\u201c—what has our boy done to himself now?\u201d
Mr. May stands in the hall, looking in, his overcoat draped over his arm and hat in hand. The light is behind him and his expression is unfathomable. There is something very wrong with that light. It\u2019s wet and blurry, almost pearlescent, like the subtle glow of Mrs. May\u2019s necklace.
\u201cHe\u2019s not feeling so good, dear.\u201d Her voice is higher than it was only a moment before, a birdlike chirp that does nothing favorable for Mordecai\u2019s headache.
The room draws in as Mr. May enters, his footsteps soft on the silk rug. Mordecai watches, silent and unblinking: Mr. May looking at his wife, Mrs. May looking at the blood on Mordecai\u2019s tie. The pressure in his head increases as Mr. May strokes his wife\u2019s hair and smiles benevolently down at him.
He tastes copper in the back of his mouth and knows with sudden certainty that a storm is poised to break.
\/
If Mordecai were the poetic type, he might imagine dark clouds swelling up inside his skull to match the upthrust cumulonimbi looming over the godforsaken countryside between Defiance and St. Louis. But he isn\u2019t.
Take<\/em>.
The order is implicit as Viktor wags a handkerchief in front of him. Mordecai recoils at the black smear of engine grease and who knows what else on the filthy rag. He pulls out his pocket square instead and dabs at his nose. Even this small motion takes more effort than it should. The country roads are to blame. And Viktor\u2019s driving. He feels as if he\u2019s been beaten with a sack of oranges.
Despite the situation obviously being addressed, Viktor continues to peer at him.
\u201cIt\u2019s only a nosebleed,\u201d Mordecai says. \u201cThere was no need to pull over.\u201d
Viktor shakes his head. \u201cYou had fit.\u201d
\u201cI most certainly did not.\u201d His attempted sniff of contempt backfires and he is forced to discreetly expel a mouthful of watery pink expectoration into his pocket square.
\u201cNot, eh...\u201d Here Viktor pauses the way he does when the English isn\u2019t coming to him and he knows the futility of trying his native tongue, even though at this point it should be obvious that Mordecai is much more capable of learning Slovakian than Viktor is of improving his English. He eventually makes a flopping gesture with his hand. \u201cNot like that. Like this.\u201d He stares ahead.
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d
Viktor looks at him for a moment longer, then shrugs and makes an annoyingly Slavic sound in his throat that is somehow more provocative than an outright argument. It is several highly dissatisfying minutes before he consents to starting the truck again. His disgusting handkerchief sits on the seat between them for the remainder of the drive back.
\/
In 1920, Mordecai watched as the greater part of a .22 slug was removed from his sinus cavity. The headaches are predictable and their cause is known to him. He sees no reason to throw away money consulting with a doctor.
\u201cBig storm coming,\u201d Serafine Savoy declares, sprawled on the couch in her hotel suite.
Mordecai sits stiffly in the chair opposite her as he waits for her brother to finish his morning ablutions at seven o\u2019clock at night. \u201cAre you adding \u2018weather witch\u2019 to your curriculum vitae?\u201d
Serafine bares her teeth in a smile. \u201cMaybe Agau told me. Maybe he come whisper it in my ear when you turned up.\u201d
He refuses to give her the satisfaction of asking who Agau is. The summer air is oppressively humid, and while the city is prone to unannounced thunderstorms this time of year, there is hardly a cloud in the evening sky. He suspects she may be attempting humor.
Unfortunately, she takes his silence as consent to continue. \u201cAgau, you know he bring the storms. He make the sky catch fire and the earth shake.\u201d
\u201cThat isn\u2019t how meteorology works. Or geology, for that matter. You do understand that, yes?\u201d
She laughs, a low and throaty sound. \u201cWhen he come to visit, when he grab himself a body to ride, he make those mounts sputter and shake. You know what they say when he riding them?\u201d
\u201cI can\u2019t possibly imagine.\u201d
Nico slinks out of the bedroom, still buttoning his vest. He flashes a sleepy-eyed smile at Mordecai. \u201cThey say \u2018I am the gunner of god.\u2019\u201d
He and his sister look to Mordecai\u2019s holster under his jacket and then exchange a look of what he can only surmise is sly amusement.
\u201cHa, ha,\u201d he says obligingly. \u201cYes, very funny.\u201d
Serafine rises to her feet. \u201cThey don\u2019t usually survive, them that Agau rides. Mais, not for long.\u201d
Mordecai sighs. \u201cWhat would I do without your charming swamp fables?\u201d
He follows the Savoys out of the hotel and into their night\u2019s work, pausing only to take off his spectacles for a moment and absently rub his eyes.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/264317.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","lackadaisy"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263996.html","pubDate":"Fri, 31 Mar 2017 22:14:06 GMT","title":"There In The Shadows (MCU)","author":"flipflop_diva","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263996.html","description":"Title:<\/b> There In The Shadows<\/a>
Author:<\/b>
![](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=916.1\")
<\/a>flipflop_diva<\/b><\/a><\/span>Fandom:<\/b> Marvel Cinematic Universe
Spoilers:<\/b> For the end of Captain America: Civil War
Rating:<\/b> PG
Pairing:<\/b> Steve Rogers\/Natasha Romanoff
Warnings:<\/b> None
Summary:<\/b> Natasha was tired. Tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of not being able to sleep more than an hour at a time before waking with a start, listening for the sounds of footsteps and guns cocking that weren\u2019t there but could be at any moment. More than that, she was tired of being alone.
Based on this photo<\/a>.","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263996.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","mcu"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263929.html","pubDate":"Fri, 31 Mar 2017 22:02:39 GMT","title":"White (Hawaii Five-O)","author":"solosundance","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263929.html","description":"Title: White
Author: JoJo (
<\/a>solosundance<\/b><\/a><\/span>)Fandom: Hawaii Five-O (2010)
Wordcount: 1,000
Spoilers: for episode 4.05 Kupu-eu<\/i> (Fallen Hero)
Rating: PG for language
Pairing: Steve McGarrett\/Danny Williams
Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Catherine Rollins
Picture: here<\/a>
Warnings: none
Summary: This is what would happen if he lost Steve
On the morning of Billy Harrington’s burial and wake, Danny picked Chin up in the Camaro.
The day was going to be long, tough, and complicated, and he wasn’t looking forward to it one bit.
“Sharp,” Chin commented, nodding at Danny’s black suit\/blue shirt combo. He himself wore a crisp white shirt, buttoned fiercely under his funeral tie. A very unusual look for Chin Ho Kelly, and one that made Danny’s stomach churn more than it was already.
They chatted of things other than death and interment all the way to Pearl Harbor\/Hickham.
Danny didn’t see Steve until they took their places.
To be honest, all he could focus on for a while was Billy Harrington gazing at everybody from a photographic portrait, oddly twinkle-eyed and challenging. Danny still couldn’t believe Billy hadn’t had designs on Catherine all along, however sub-conscious. Same as he still couldn’t believe Steve had been as cool with the whole arrangement as he’d claimed.
Not that it mattered anymore one way or the other.
And then, “Ouch,” he said under his breath.
Because McGarrett was in blinding white, the dress uniform epic against the back drop of the ocean and the blue sky. And Steve looked so... other. He looked about as Navied up as he could possibly be, and so pure, so fucking beautiful, that Danny felt his throat close up.
And that wasn’t what was supposed to be making his throat close up.
“I feel like we’ve been here before,” Chin murmured, sliding a finger under his collar, uncomfortable. Which they had, he and Danny and Kono, in their formal civvies, watching Steve watch the Navy bury Freddie Hart. McGarrett had been in dress blues that time, probably closer to cracking than they’d seen him before or since.
“I hate this shit,” Danny muttered back. He did, too, even though it wasn’t so very different to how cops buried their own. Emphasis on service, valor, and sacrifice. Which, while it was absolutely how it should be, and he wouldn’t actually have it any different, always made Danny want to punch a wall somewhere. Because, hello? Normal, human families? In pieces? The heightened respect for lives that could just as heroically have been spent running a shrimp truck or staring down a microscope really ticked him off. There really wasn’t any way to make violent death after a life in uniform more palatable, or any need to make it more deserving of reverence.
Although, yeah. There also kind of was.
Chin glanced discreetly sideways at him.
“The white,” Danny said, “I hate the white.”
“Yeah,” Chin said, surprising him. “Me too.” Then he nudged him. “Take it easy, brah.”
Danny tried, but it was hard.
Because funerals, however homespun or reverential, just sucked. No two ways about it. And this one in particular. For there was no getting away from the fact that it could easily be Steve staring out at them from down there. Some handsome studio portrait that would show so much of him, and so little.
The thought was like an icy hand gripping Danny’s heart.
There they’d be, sitting in the front row on the quayside, and some other guy would be in white, and there’d be the saluting, and the litany of heroism and the fucking volley of gunfire. And then – Jesus God – there’d be the folded flag. Which they’d give to Mary McGarrett. Because Danny would be outside all this. He’d be nobody.
“Hey.” Chin was quiet, but scolding. “Would you stop it? Not going to happen, man.”
Danny took a deep breath of the salty air.
He wished fervently that things would get back to their insane version of normal soon.
But maybe he should have been careful what he wished for, because on the way back from the wake, Steve drove. They dropped Catherine who wasn’t doing well and wanted to be alone, then Chin, and then went back to Steve’s and Steve, all bossy and no fun at all, said Danny should stay for a while because he shouldn’t be driving.
Which all got kind of ridiculous because Steve immediately went to find a bottle of something else.
At the wake Chin and Danny had stuck together because they weren’t family and they weren’t Navy. Danny had hated every second of it, except maybe for the Irish whiskey. Catherine had cried on Steve’s shoulder, Joe White had said something Danny couldn’t hear that really bothered Steve, and then, to top it all, there’d been the ‘The Minstrel Boy’, and Danny was back to the portrait and the salutes and the fucking volley of gunfire.
“You know what, Steven?” he said, hand executing an irritated gesture from head to toe as they stood out on the lanai in the cool. “I hate the white.”
Steve looked down at himself, puzzled. “You hate the white?”
“Well, no. I love the white. You look ridiculously hot in the white. But I fucking hate the white.”
“How much have you had?” Steve asked, concerned.
At least two too many, Danny thought.
“OK,” he said, punchy, “so I don’t want the flag.”
There was a shocked silence and then Steve said,“What?”
Danny’s heart began to canter and his voice began to get out of control.
“Ever,” he said loudly, and jabbed Steve in the chest with a finger. “All right, you idiot? I mean seriously I have zero interest in getting the flag. But at the same time,” – jab – “you gotta know,” – jab – “I want the fucking flag.”
“Hey,” Steve said. “Hey.” He’d gone all pained and serious. “You can have it. You can.”
And his eyes looked like the ocean and the sun was setting behind them and he was blindingly white, like a fucking angel.
“God I really hate you,” Danny said, stumbling forward into his chest.
They did sunset kissing.
And if Danny had thought this day was going to be long, tough, and complicated, it was really nothing like the ones that were yet to come.
<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263929.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","h50"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263438.html","pubDate":"Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:24:15 GMT","title":"Thunderstorms and Showers (Sherlock) ","author":"isha_chan","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263438.html","description":"Title:Thunderstorms and Showers
Author:
<\/a>isha_chan<\/b><\/a><\/span>Fandom: Sherlock
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Picture: Here<\/a> by cynthiakphotography
Summary: John comes home and finds Sherlock doing... nothing. And that's not normal.
Note: Just a little nice story because I wasn't in the mood for any drama. It has been a while since I wrote something and it's surprisingly difficult to write exactly 1000 words. I hope you enjoy it :-)
John left the clinic and cursed silently. It started raining a few minutes ago and he could already hear thunder rumble from far away. He rushed to a taxi and got in as fast as he could. He really did love London but he could’ve gone without weather like this.
When he’s back in Baker Street the thunder had arrived and the rain felt like a constant shower with icy water. John ran the short distance but still was soaked after he unlocked the door and closed it behind him.
He got rid of his wet jumper and hung it over the railing to lose at least some of the water. Then he pulled out his shoes and turned them around with a frown. Water ran out and gathered in a small pile on the floor. He really didn’t like such weather.
Drying his hair with a towel he turned to the living room, expecting Sherlock to be occupied with some new experiments or at least playing the violin to keep him distracted from the boredom John left him in, this morning. But he found nothing like that. He entered with the words: “God, I really hate…” But then he stopped.
Sherlock leaned against the window frame, completely still. The window was open wide and cold rain fell inside and on Sherlock.
“Sherlock?”
He didn’t turn or move any other way. John wondered if he had acknowledged his presence at all when Sherlock finally said: “John.”
Something in his tone was strange. John let the towel fall on his chair and stood next to Sherlock. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, John.”
John twisted his head a bit to one side and stepped almost in front of Sherlock to observe him better. Was Sherlock on drugs? No. No dilated pupils. Withdrawal? No. No shaking hands or biting his lower lip. Sleep deprivation? Most likely not. Because they weren’t on a case right now and he was sure Sherlock went to bed last night and had some hours of sleep. Starvation? Also not possible, John cooked last night and on the table next to Sherlock stood the empty bowel. So what was it then?
“John, stop worrying. I’m not on drugs, no withdrawal or missing any other stuff you seem to be so keen about. Sleep and food and all those boring things.”
“Then… what is it? What’s wrong with you?”
Sherlock turned to John for a split second and John saw contentment. His eyebrows shot upwards. Shit, drugs. What did he take? Where did he hide it? How bad was it already?
“John, I told you, I’m not on anything.”
For a second John feared, he’d spoken out loud but then he remembered, it was Sherlock, so… he ignored it. “But… you’re not doing anything to keep your mind focused and still you look… satisfied. Seriously, that worries me.”
Sherlock – already back staring out of the window – smiled a small but true smile. “Did you see that?”
“What?”
“Lightning. It’s so beautiful. Without any sound but so full of energy.”
Then both heard the thunder rumble and Sherlock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Smell that? After such a dry period rain does a have a fantastic scent.”
“Sherlock…”
Sherlock let out an annoyed huff. “John, please stop to look so worried. I swear to you, I didn’t take anything. I just… like thunderstorms.”
John decided to trust Sherlock long ago and so he would this time, too. “Why?” He leaned opposite of Sherlock against the frame and crossed his arms in front of his chest to avoid the cold getting through to his skin too fast.
Sherlock shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Oh yes, you do. There are only a few things in the world you don’t know and that isn’t one of them.” He smiled and touched Sherlock’s forearm gently. “But it’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it. You can enjoy the storm as long as it lasts. I’m going to make some tea. Come and join me in the kitchen when you’re done.”
Sherlock nodded quietly and turned back to the window. The spot where John touched him spread warmth though his whole body even if he didn’t feel cold before. He heard John open the cupboard, put the kettle on and preparing tea. Then a chair was moved and John probably sat down on the table to wait patiently for Sherlock to join him while reading the papers.
“John?”
The chair moved again and John brought Sherlock the cup without any words.
Sherlock then said quietly: “I do know.”
John smiled. “Yes.”
Still quiet he continued: “And I want to tell you.”
Very calm John answered: “Okay.”
“But…” He stopped and shook his head in loss of words.
“You don’t know how?”
“Yes. Why can’t I explain it? I can always explain everything!” He brushed his hands through his hair.
John, always so gentle, put the cup of tea in Sherlock’s hand and said: “Don’t worry. You will find the words. And until then I will take a shower. I’m still freezing cold from the rain.”
Sherlock was already looking out of the window again, drinking his tea absent-mindedly.
John left his friend with his thoughts and was looking forward to a very hot shower. The day was long, the rain cold and he deserved something nice today.
He took his time, enjoyed the feeling and even sang a little while he cleaned himself and warmth returned to his body.
After the shower he dried himself and enjoyed the feeling of dry clothes. He brought a soft jumper, a comfortable pair of trousers and even softer socks and if nothing drastic would happen this evening would just be this. Sitting in his favorite chair in his favorite clothes with his favorite flatmate.
This in mind he left the bathroom and found Sherlock sitting opposite the door.
“Sherlock?”
His flatmate looked up smiling and said: “Your singing makes me almost as happy as a thunderstorm!”
<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263438.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","sherlock bbc"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263170.html","pubDate":"Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:02:55 GMT","title":"But Winter and Rough Weather (Man from UNCLE)","author":"graculus","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263170.html","description":"Title: But Winter and Rough Weather
Author: Graculus
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Spoilers:(if any) N\/A
Rating: G
Word count: 1,000
Summary: in the space between life and death, two not-very-similar worlds collide for a time
Warnings: none
Author's note: inspired by this picture<\/a>, title from As You Like It<\/i>.
At any other time, Illya might have described the scene as idyllic, if that was the kind of word he used to describe anything. Not that this was any other time, this was now and he was sprawled out on his back, hands slippery with his own blood as he tried to keep his insides where they ought to be. Too much blood, a small cynical voice in the back of his mind kept saying, far too much blood.
The voice was probably right.
He was in the middle of nowhere, though he\u2019d left a trail for anyone with half a brain to follow, a drag mark of mud and blood from the car he\u2019d crashed when the world had spun around him momentarily and he\u2019d passed out behind the wheel. That final turn of the road had been too much, though at least he\u2019d been unconscious and only woke to find himself upside down in the bottom of a ditch. At least it had been dry \u2013 that was one small thing in his favour, one rare example today of something going almost right. Dry except for the blood he\u2019d left behind, the smear of red that told where he\u2019d crawled out and was a signpost to where he now lay.
The tree was old, one branch low enough that he could use it as a makeshift bed. He told himself that was practical, that it would help him get back onto his feet when the time came to either run or fight, but he knew that wasn\u2019t really true. There would be no more running or fighting, not for him, not if the telltale warmth seeping through his fingers was anything to go by.
He wasn\u2019t dead yet, of course, and what was the saying the English had? Where there\u2019s life there\u2019s hope? He\u2019d always scoffed a little at that expression, clinging to his cynicism like it was truly part of who he was, but he\u2019d also wished there\u2019d ever been a time he could have felt that way. Maybe once, when he was a child, but brutal experience had crushed every possibility of that kind of thing long before he\u2019d become a man.
There were worse places to die, he supposed, though the branch wasn\u2019t the most comfortable of beds and its bark ground into his back uncomfortably. He could carry on, drag himself somewhere else, but had visions of leaving a literal trail of body parts behind himself if he moved again, and that was enough to cause even the most stoic to reconsider their next move.
No, instead he\u2019d stay right here.
Nobody could sneak up on him, crossing from the open gate he\u2019d used to access the field, not unless he passed out again. The only thing he could hear was birdsong, that and the distant lowing of cows \u2013 it was mid-afternoon and it must be time for milking soon \u2013 they were a few fields away, he was certain of that, so there was little chance of being discovered by accident.
Through the leaves, the sun dappled his face, the warmth relaxing him despite himself. It was a different kind of warmth than the pulsing beneath his fingers, somehow kinder and almost soothing. He could close his eyes, listen to the birds and just see what happened.
Then, without explanation, the light was too bright to bear. Illya closed his eyes, still aware of the heat against his face.
\u201cAnd that\u2019s your plan, is it?\u201d
The voice was familiar, the accent enough to mark the speaker as his countryman, even if the words were more polished than Illya had ever sounded.
Opening his eyes, which took more of an effort than he\u2019d thought would be the case, Illya found someone standing over him. The expression on his face was easily read, the crossed arms underlining just what he thought of the man lying in front of him.
\u201cI\u2019d hoped for someone more impressive than you for my other self, but I suppose beggars can\u2019t be choosers.\u201d
The tone hadn\u2019t improved, if anything had now moved on to \u2018distinctly unimpressed\u2019, and Illya wasn\u2019t sure he could summon up enough energy to care anyway. He wasn\u2019t sure how someone had snuck up on him, since he\u2019d only closed his eyes for a moment, but obviously that had still been long enough.
\u201cYour friends are looking for you.\u201d There was a pause. \u201cI\u2019m you, by the way, in case you hadn\u2019t figured it out yet.\u201d If Illya was forced to describe the expression on the other man\u2019s face, he thought he\u2019d choose disappointed as the closest word that came to mind. \u201cThis is going to make things more difficult than I\u2019d expected \u2013 you\u2019re not a physicist, are you?\u201d
Just shaking his head was almost too much of an effort.
\u201cThat would be too easy, I suppose,\u201d other-Illya said. \u201cSchr\u00f6dinger will have a field day when I tell him about this.\u201d
\u201cYou are figment of imagination,\u201d Illya said, with feeling, hating the way he had to grind out the words, even more the way other-Illya\u2019s eyebrow raised at the accusation. \u201cNot really here.\u201d
Strong fingers gripped the back of his hand.
\u201cDoes that feel like your imagination?\u201d
He could hear the sound of a vehicle approaching from the distance, driven hard on unfamiliar roads.
\u201cThey\u2019re nearly here,\u201d other-Illya said. \u201cAnd it\u2019s time for me to go.\u201d It was funny, there was almost a sense of loss when the fingers gripping his relaxed and let go. \u201cIt\u2019s not your time, my friend.\u201d
\u201cNot me and not your friend,\u201d Illya said. In the distance, a car braked a little too suddenly and then there was the sound of a car door slamming. \u201cImagination, remember?\u201d
There was a flash of light, bright enough to make Illya wince, and suddenly he was alone again. Just him and the tree, dappled sunlight playing across his face as he bled out, the sound of running feet not quite enough to keep him awake any longer.
<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/263170.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","man from uncle"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262947.html","pubDate":"Fri, 31 Mar 2017 17:02:24 GMT","title":"Supergirl's Day Off (Supergirl)","author":"cosmic","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262947.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Supergirl's Day Off<\/a>
Author:<\/b>
<\/a>cosmic<\/b><\/a><\/span>Fandom:<\/b> Supergirl
Rating:<\/b> G
Pictyre:<\/b> 20160327 - Brasilia 142 by R\u00f3mulo Rej\u00f3n<\/a>
Summary:<\/b> \"Ok, you know how the PR department at the DOA set up an official Twitter account for me?\"<\/i>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262947.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","supergirl"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262890.html","pubDate":"Thu, 30 Mar 2017 23:38:38 GMT","title":"Fic: The Majestic Highland Stag - due South - Fraser\/Kowalski - Rated PG13","author":"squidgiepdx","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262890.html","description":"TITLE<\/b>: The Majestic Highland Stag
FANDOM<\/b>: due South
AUTHOR<\/b>:
<\/a>squidgiepdx<\/b><\/a><\/span>CHARACTERS<\/b>: Ray Kowalski, Benton Fraser
PAIRING<\/b>: Ray Kowalski\/Benton Fraser
WORDS<\/b>: 1,000
NOTES<\/b>: This is written for both the
![](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/community.png?v=556&v=916.1\")
<\/a>picfor1000<\/b><\/a><\/span> community, challenge 15 (this was my image<\/a>), as well as the <\/a>story_works<\/b><\/a><\/span> "Anniversary" challenge. It didn't go as blue as I wanted to, but at least there's bits of Benton Fraser's backside.WARNINGS<\/b>: None
Fic is over on AO3 at this link: http:\/\/archiveofourown.org\/works\/10504353<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262890.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","due south"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262407.html","pubDate":"Thu, 30 Mar 2017 20:59:07 GMT","title":"The Food of Love (Leverage)","author":"ceares","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262407.html","description":"Author: Ceares
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Hardison\/Eliot\/Parker
Warnings: Non-graphic, temporary character death
Summary: Among death dealers, there are rumors -- that there are ways to chain reapers, ways to meet death.
Notes: 1000 words in google docs
Picture Single<\/a> by victoria acha
Story: The Food of Love<\/a> on AO3","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262407.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","leverage"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262244.html","pubDate":"Wed, 29 Mar 2017 22:32:58 GMT","title":"Fly Away (original fiction)","author":"clarelondon","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262244.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Fly Away<\/span>
Author:<\/b>
<\/a>clarelondon<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span>Fandom:<\/b> Original fiction<\/span>
Photo:<\/b> Alone, by Ghaith AL Ajmi<\/a><\/span>
Rating:<\/b> PG. Reference to children in care.<\/span>
Summary:<\/b> When you don't have wings, you need a friend on the ground.<\/span>
"My tea’s getting cold indoors.” Galen darted a gaze around the base of the tree, wondering how hard the ground was, this time of a cold winter morning. “And Paula’s worried about you. She’s crying all over the breakfast table.” He gave a short, harsh laugh. “Never been keen on salty cereal, me.”
Yes<\/em>. There was a soft sound from above. A snigger, maybe, then a creak from the branch as overwhelming misery resettled the boy’s body. Galen had been there, done that. But you didn’t stop trying, right?<\/span>
<\/p>READ IT HERE<\/a><\/strong>.<\/span><\/b>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262244.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","original","original fic"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262044.html","pubDate":"Wed, 29 Mar 2017 19:57:02 GMT","title":"Allie's story (Stargate Atlantis AU)","author":"darkmoore","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262044.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Allie's story<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>darkmoore<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> Stargate Atlantis
Pairing:<\/b> Rodney McKay\/John Sheppard
Photo:<\/b> Single Bed by retno.astari<\/a>
Summary:<\/b> Ten years after his girlfriend vanished, John is in for a surprise.
(Read on AO3: HERE<\/a> or click on title above)","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/262044.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","sga"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261661.html","pubDate":"Sun, 26 Mar 2017 05:42:57 GMT","title":"Ain't No Killer (Like What's Inside) (MCU; Man from U.N.C.L.E. film 2015) ","author":"taste_is_sweet","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261661.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Ain't No Killer (Like What's Inside)<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>taste_is_sweet<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> Marvel Cinematic Universe and Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
Pairing:<\/b> Bucky Barnes & Illya Kuryakin (Friendship)
Photo Prompt:<\/b> Singular<\/a> by Camilla Barbosa<\/a>
Summary:<\/b> Illya receives the serum on his birthday. He's thirteen years old.
(Memory hurts. Memory means sorrow and the rage that eats him alive. Memory is watching Bucky\u2014<\/i>Vanya?\u2014shudder on the floor after the chair rips him apart. Memory is poison, like the blood red apple on the shelf on the wall.)<\/i>
Here on AO3<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261661.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","captain america","mcu","man from uncle"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261434.html","pubDate":"Mon, 20 Mar 2017 19:04:20 GMT","title":"empty chairs at empty tables (Harry Potter) ","author":"christinchen","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261434.html","description":"Title: empty chairs at empty tables
Author: <\/a>christinchen<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter (friendship)
Photo: singular by Hana Rachel<\/a>
Summary: Sometimes it hits him, like a punch in the gut. It\u2019s like being suddenly dropped into freezing water. It makes his chest hurt, makes him feel like he can barely breathe.
AO3 Link<\/b><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261434.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","harry potter"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261165.html","pubDate":"Mon, 20 Mar 2017 04:40:52 GMT","title":"Savior (of my soul)","author":"outercorner","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261165.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Savior (of my soul)<\/span>
Author:<\/b> AngeNoir (outercorner here on lj)<\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> The Losers (2010)<\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> none<\/span>
Photo:<\/b> Alone<\/a>, by Lee McCain<\/span>
Summary:<\/b> Clay isn't going to make him go through with this... is he?<\/span>
Story can be found on Ao3 here<\/a>.","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/261165.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","the losers"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260976.html","pubDate":"Wed, 15 Mar 2017 15:43:37 GMT","title":"A Home by the Woods (Critical Role)","author":"owlmoose","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260976.html","description":"Title:<\/b> A Home by the Woods
Author:<\/b> KJ
Fandom:<\/b> Critical Role
Pairing:<\/b> Percy\/Vex
Photo:<\/b> Silent Shadow (Finding Alice)<\/a> by Alexandra Bloch
Summary:<\/b> On the eve of an important event, Vex goes for a walk in the woods.
Story posted on AO3<\/a>.","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260976.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","critical role"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260435.html","pubDate":"Mon, 06 Mar 2017 00:17:54 GMT","title":"Walkin' After Midnight (MCU: Captain America Movies)","author":"brumeier","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260435.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Walkin' After Midnight
Author:<\/b> <\/a>brumeier<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> MCU: Captain America Movies
Spoilers:<\/b> (if any) post-CA:TWS
Pairing\/Characters:<\/b> Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, hints of Stucky
Rating:<\/b> Teen & Up
Warning:<\/b> None
Summary:<\/b> Bucky is staying under the radar, trying to get a better handle on his past so he can determine what his future will be. One night he gets an unexpected visitor.
photo prompt here<\/a>
story on AO3 here<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260435.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","captain america","mcu"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260249.html","pubDate":"Sun, 05 Mar 2017 13:15:29 GMT","title":"Heading for Ardrossan (Spooks-MI5)","author":"thesmallhobbit","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260249.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Heading for Ardrossan
Author:<\/b> <\/a>thesmallhobbit<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> Spooks (MI5)
Pairing:<\/b> Lucas North\/Adam Carter
Summary:<\/b> Lucas and Adam are heading for Ardrossan, desperate to prevent their quarry from leaving the harbour.
Picture: <\/b>Lookout<\/a>
Many thanks to my beta: <\/a>nagi_schwarz<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Heading for Ardrossan<\/a> on AO3","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/260249.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","spooks"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259878.html","pubDate":"Fri, 03 Mar 2017 12:30:22 GMT","title":"Coffee Break (Earthbound)","author":"tehexile","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259878.html","description":"Title: Coffee Break
Author: <\/a>tehexile<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom: Earthbound
Spoilers: (if any) some
Pairing\/Characters: Dr. Andonuts, Mr. Saturn, no pairings
Rating: K+\/Gen
Warning: None
Summary: Dr. Andonuts tries to persuade the Mr Saturns to give him some of their famous vision-inducing coffee.
photo prompt here<\/a>
story on AO3 here<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259878.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","earthbound"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259607.html","pubDate":"Tue, 28 Feb 2017 23:45:42 GMT","title":"For Whom the Bell Tolls (The Professionals)","author":"merentha13","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259607.html","description":"Title: For Whom the Bell Tolls
Author: merentha13
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairing\/Characters: Ray Doyle\/Bodie
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: looking for forgiveness
Post on AO3\/ For Whom the Bell Tolls<\/a>
Link to photo prompt <\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259607.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","pros"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259451.html","pubDate":"Tue, 28 Feb 2017 21:49:01 GMT","title":"Bittersweet (A Redtail's Dream) ","author":"broadbeam","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259451.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Bittersweet
Author:<\/b> Scribe_of_Mirrormere
Fandom:<\/b> A Redtail's Dream (Webcomic)
Spoilers:<\/b> None
Photo Prompt<\/a>
Story link: Bittersweet<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259451.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","a redtail's dream"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259289.html","pubDate":"Sun, 26 Feb 2017 16:52:23 GMT","title":"lady of the lake (Teen Wolf)","author":"spikedluv","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259289.html","description":"Title:<\/i> lady of the lake
Author:<\/i> Spikedluv
Fandom:<\/i> Teen Wolf (2011)
Rating:<\/i> PG13\/Slash
Pairing:<\/i> Derek\/Stiles
Length:<\/i> 1,000 words
Spoilers:<\/i> Nothing really, but through season 4 to be safe.
Summary:<\/i> Derek tries to save a woman from drowning.
Author\u2019s Notes:<\/i> Derek-centric, Derek pov. Written for this photo<\/a>.
Feedback:<\/i> Would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer:<\/i> None of these characters belong to me.
Written:<\/i> February 26, 2017
Read Fic @ AO3: http:\/\/archiveofourown.org\/works\/9945806<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/259289.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","teen wolf"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/258839.html","pubDate":"Sun, 26 Feb 2017 14:33:23 GMT","title":"Fata Morgana, original fic","author":"catwalksalone","link":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/258839.html","description":"Title<\/strong>: Fata Morgana
Author<\/strong>: catwalksalone
Rating<\/strong>: G
Summary<\/strong>:Fata Morgana: a complex mirage seen above the horizon or magic spun by a capricious mind?
Photo prompt here<\/a>
Link: DW<\/a> | LJ<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/picfor1000.livejournal.com\/258839.html?view=comments#comments","category":["challenge 15","original"]}]}}