I'd like one please!

As I'm going to attempt to finish my WIP draft this weekend *fingers crossed* throw me 3 and I'll see what I can do with them in that context.
Hopefully some good fits :D

The second two I think I can work in easy :D
The first one...not sure what it is...so not sure if I should look it up or fake it.
I'm thinking faking it will work well :D

Behind the security of the locked door, where he dared not turn on the lights for fear of detection from outside, he dropped one piece of clothing after another in a wet, weary trail leading into the bathroom. In that room only, with no windows to give away his presence, he closed the door and turned on the light in order to inspect his reflection in the wide mirror which hung above the sink. The fresh injuries were almost unnoticeable against the evidence of his abduction beatings, a collection of wounds that never entirely healed before they were joined by new ones. He could not recall the last time he had seen himself, his face, his torso, without bruises, abrasions, burns and blood.
In the Shed, no one ever asked questions. With a number of fight clubs scattered throughout Hebenon, some legal, some not, it was easy to assume that someone in his constant state of disrepair was a member of one of them…particularly since a small man like Rhyd was bound to take a beating at the hands of larger opponents.
It meant he never had to lie. It meant his secrets were safe.
Or at least they had been.
His future was on shaky ground now. But it would not stop him from keeping the promise he had made to Skelter. He would see his friend free if it was the last thing he did.

Thankfully, as he dropped onto the sofa where he had previously slept, the hemp fabric smelling more like himself then Jaron, he noted an oxygen tank and mask at the end of it, left over from the days he had spent here in recovery from his ordeal. There had not been enough days since then to dispose of it, to return it to a med facility for recycling or redisposition to someone else.
Or maybe Jaron had kept it here with the underlying hope that Rhyd would come back.
He growled again, turned the nob, and positioned the mask over his mouth and nose.
“This ain’t a cazzing love song,” he muttered as the increased flow of oxygen into his struggling lungs began to calm him with its soothing effect.
Nothing in his life had ever been a love song. What he had believed to be so had, as of tonight, turned into nothing but a bitter lie.
He was not going to mourn over that. He was not going to pine for something lost, for something better.
Rhyd would cling to the anger, to the betrayal, and use it as fuel to bring Skelter back.
He refused, as he allowed the oxygen and the mild alcohol buzz in his blood, to think of anything existing beyond that.

“You’ve been out late.”
Jaron noted the probing nature of the accusation and the same time as he noticed the large glass in Oliver’s hand and the familiar tang of orange, cinnamon, and vodka that hung in the air like an invisible cloud. Opening his mouth left the taste of it on his tongue and he frowned.
“Bit early for a Brompton’s Cocktail, isn’t it?” he challenged in a tone of physical exhaustion.
He hoped it did not also convey emotional exhaustion. That would lead to questions he did not want to try to lie his way through.
There was likely an empty vodka bottle in the recycles. The orange juice was probably empty as well. If Oliver was drinking so early, he had probably not slept.
Oliver shrugged. “Duty demands sacrifices.”
While he might have only meant the sacrifice of lost sleep, Jaron believed he meant much more. He did not ask what.
“Anything I can do?”
The momentary sparkle in Oliver’s eyes made Jaron regret the offer at once, but he was grateful that the dark-skinned man shrugged and shook his head no instead of taking Jaron up on his perceived offer.

Happy weekend!!

I'll be ambitious and ask for six, please.

I would like three, please and thank you!

I have written not a word this January. Can I have three please?

For “Your Song”

how wonderful life is (755 words) by helsinkibaby
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres
Characters: Lucia Campbell, Nick Torres
Additional Tags: Fluff, Het, Babies, Sibling Bonding, Community: 1-million-words
Summary:

Lucia does Nick a favour. Getting to say “I told you so” is a bonus.

May I have 7 please?

May I please have 4 prompts? I have a feeling I will need to write after (or now, during) tonight's H50. Thank you!

I'll take ten!