Prompts, please!

[nineveh_uk]

I know that I am supposed to (a) be working and (b) be writing the Nine Tailors DLS-didn't- write, but in the meantime, I am feeling bored and uninspired, and so naturally I turn to the internet to cheer me up.

Give me a prompt for a short fic. I will write whatever the first five people to respond ask me to write. I will refuse nothing*, although I may wriggle creatively if necessary. [I may go past 5, but only if I feel like it and the prompt in question is sufficiently intriguing/inspirational/funny/bizarre.]

*Except for anything in the Aubrey/Maturin world. It's just too difficult.

Includes:
Peter and Harriet in Paris
Lord Peter in the Tardis
Bunter meets the Doctor

Comments

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

Between the end of Busman's Honeymoon and the start of Thrones, Dominations)

Golden light poured from the shops of Paris. It was not the first time that Peter Wimsey had roamed these streets with a woman on her birthday, buying chocolates, gloves, books, silk underclothing, scent. He had even visited this jeweller before, almost fifteen years ago, the son had taken over the business since, and did not recognise him. Only this time, none of it was good enough. He was conscious that he had proposed the trip by means of an apology, and was horribly aware that it was entirely inadequate and that at some point this would have to be faced, but Harriet didn’t seem in any hurry and so he let himself ignore it. The mere fact that they were sitting besides a baize-covered table with Harriet turning a diamond brooch over and over in her hands was astonishment enough for the day. He had a feeling that she was laughing at him. He had approached the question of her birthday somewhat tentatively and been rather relieved when she had responded to the hint for suggestions with a determined wish to choose for herself. He had not quite expected her to choose this. Certainly he would never have dared to buy it for her. It winked at him from her dress during dinner as he ordered champagne, and twinkled knowingly as he glanced sideways at her at the theatre, wondering if there were any way he might promote a small fire backstage. She kissed him lightly in the cab.

‘It’s been a lovely birthday, Peter.’

‘It isn’t over yet.’

‘It’s past midnight.’

‘Nanny used to say, it isn’t tomorrow until morning.’

‘Did she? Well, you’ll just have to try to convert me.’

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

SO pretty and sweet. Thanking you kindly!