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Hey Gentlefolk.

Thank you all so very much for the support and prompts. I’m almost finished my 50 word table and it’s been a great adventure but I’ve got nine left.

Please, please, please help me finish this?

With your consent I promise to post all the fics on their appropriate communities.

Thank you all again!
Munnin

Last few prompts

01 – Motion 02 – Cool 04 – Last

07 – One 12 – Wait 28 – Fortune

34 – Sing 37 – Time 38 - Wash

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From:

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I’ve been meaning to write this for you.

Zach growled as Tim came in through the window. “Now you turn up.” He cast off his jacket and hat, throwing them at the couch petulantly. “Four days after Christmas and you remember you have a boyfriend?”

Tim crouched balanced on the sill, waiting for Zach’s rage to run its course.

“Or is that a thing of the past too?” The magician demanded, loosening his bowtie and tossing it down beside his coat. “After all, it wasn’t me you spent Christmas day with.”

Tim breathed out slowly, choosing his words with care. “No, I spent Christmas with Kon.”

“SEE!” Zach growled. “That’s exactly what I mean. So I take it then you’ve come to get your stuff.”

“No Zach.” Tim said calmly, keeping his voice level. “I came to see you.” Slowly he inched forward, unfolding himself into the room. “Yes I spent Christmas day with Kon. You know how close Bruce and Clark are. It’s hardly a surprise our families spent the day together.”

“That was four days ago Tim.” Zack hissed nastily. “So what’s your excuse for the rest of the time?”

Tim stepped into the light, slowly peeling back his mask. Fresh bruises mottled his skin, a cut on his throat, low on his collar bore butterfly closures. “It’s been a bad week.”

“Damn Tim.” Zach muttered, stepping forward to pull his lover into his arms. “I’m sorry.”

They hugged, slow and comforting, breathing each other’s warmth. Gently Zach eased them onto the couch, whispering backwards words under his breath as he touched Tim’s wounds.

“No, leave it.” Tim whispered, catching Zach’s hand in his own. “They’ll heal on their own.”

“Anyone I know?” Zack asked, unhappily obeying his lover’s request and leaving the injuries be.

“Jason.” Tim growled, tensing in Zach’s embrace.

“I don’t doubt that he’s sorrier still.” Zach soothed.

Tim snorted, “Oh Dick and I made sure he wouldn’t try a stunt like that again.”

“Good to hear.” Zach nuzzled into Tim’s neck, kissing the soft skin behind his ear. “You said something about a present?”

“Greedy creature!” Tim grinned, reaching into his pouch. Carefully he drew out a length of cloth, dove grey and slinky. “I know it’s not much but...it made me think of you.”

Zach unfolded the scarf, letting the silken fabric fall between his fingers. “It’s beautiful.” He sighed, leaning in to kiss Tim lightly. “Thank you so much.” He wrapped it around his neck, caressing the softness of the fabric. “I love it.” Zach sat up suddenly, shifting to get off the couch. “I have yours here somewhere...”

“No.” Tim growled, pulling Zach back down for a deeper kiss. “Later. Much, much later.”

From:

faile-neume.livejournal.com

You seem to enjoy having Zat yell at Tim only to have Tim make him feel awful because he's all battered and bruised.

BUT OMG. I KNEW IT WAS COMING AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *cuddles scarf*

It is going to be winter eventually and I am going to wear that scarf like you wouldn't even believe.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

From:

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I concede I have a nasty kink for H/C and making Zach feel bad. Tim’s just the type who shuts up and takes it, turning things without need to use words. I guess even though Zach loses it at him, he’s also always there for the comfort Tim won’t let himself admit he needs round anyone else.

Or am I over thinking this?

From:

faile-neume.livejournal.com

You have a kink for H/C? I AM SHOCKED! :P

I can totally see Zat as the type to lose his temper really quickly, especially about boyfriend things because I actually imagine him as being a little insecure about relationships and Tim would understand because he knows him well enough. Which is why he never fights back or holds it against Zat for the way he reacts. Just waits until Z is calm and then explains what's happened.

I over think things too!

From:

munnin-odanin.livejournal.com

Yes, exactly! Tim would just hold his ground a wait till Zach ran out of steam.

Strangely I’m having trouble with the over-thinking as a bad thing...

One more left to go. I need aa prompt for Wash and I'm done!

From:

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Over thinking is a wonderful thing! It's what makes me draw character mind maps and write lots of fic ^____^

Tim/Tam, Wash

I have a lovely image of her washing his battle scars or something I don't know it's late and I am feeling silly.

From:

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Thy will be done! And I’m out!

Tam leant on the doorway with a despairing sigh. Tim was stripped to the waist, kneeling in the empty bathtub, twisting precariously to clean the wounds on his back with face-cloth.

“Is there any chance you’d let me help?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“I’ve got this, but thanks.” Tim replied, not raising his head, clearly not surprised she was there.

“Really? Because the cut between your shoulders looks messy and it starts bleeding again every time you twist.”

“It’s alright Tam. I can manage.” Tim was trying to sound dismissive but she could see the slump in his shoulders, the exhaustion written across his features.

“Why?” She asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bath.

“Why what?” He replied conversationally.

“What won’t you let other people help you? Why are you so bloody mindedly determined to do everything on your own?”

He stopped, his brow knitting as he seriously thought about her question. “I guess I’m just not use to have people around who I trust to help.”

She wondered whether to take that as a slur on his trust for her but he was semi-naked in her tub and with his back to the door, clearly trusting her to cover him, or at least let him know if there was trouble so she grinned, snatching the cloth from his hands. “Well now you have. Better get used to it.”