Thrilling Thursday: Alternate Histories
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sherlockian_syn and this week is full of spooky themes! Today's theme is alternate histories. Prompts today should ask the question, what if? What if some things had turned out a little differently? What if a good person decided to break bad? What if a key person from a fandom's timeline went missing? I hope you have fun with this little twist on the concept of alternate universes!
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ any, Steve fell off the train instead of Bucky
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ any, Sherlock is the criminal mastermind
+ Stargate Atlantis, any, encountering their counterpart from a parallel universe
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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sherlockian_syn and this week is full of spooky themes! Today's theme is alternate histories. Prompts today should ask the question, what if? What if some things had turned out a little differently? What if a good person decided to break bad? What if a key person from a fandom's timeline went missing? I hope you have fun with this little twist on the concept of alternate universes!Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ any, Steve fell off the train instead of Bucky
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ any, Sherlock is the criminal mastermind
+ Stargate Atlantis, any, encountering their counterpart from a parallel universe
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:22 am (UTC)My Heart!
Date: 2020-10-15 02:17 pm (UTC)Fill
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-15 06:27 am (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2020-10-16 03:24 am (UTC)She’d danced, not just with the Prince but other courtly gentlemen as well. And the food! Cinderella had never seen such an abundance of it – delicately iced cakes, lacey cookies, sweet and savory pies.
Some other girls her age included her in their group, all of them exclaiming over each other’s ballgowns and hairdos and fancy jewelry. Cinderella basked in the attention, showing off her unique glass slippers and swishing the skirts of the frothy dress her fairy godmother had magicked up for her.
“You look like you’re having a good time,” the Prince said when they were dancing again.
He was very handsome and seemed nice. Cinderella wondered if he felt weird, having to pick his future wife from a group of strangers. Her stepsisters thought it was romantic, but it didn’t seem that way to her.
Marriage should be about love and knowing someone well enough to know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them. Choosing a girl from a party was like choosing an apple from a bushel. Just because it looked nice didn’t mean it tasted sweet.
“This is a nice party,” Cinderella replied. “Are you really choosing a wife tonight?”
The Prince shrugged. “My parents want me to. They think it’s taking me too long to settle down.”
“Do you want to settle down?” Cinderella asked curiously.
“I’m not in any hurry,” the Prince said.
When the song ended, Cinderella went on a walk through the garden with the Prince, on his arm. There were lanterns lit all along the stone pathway.
“What’s your name?” Cinderella asked.
“Stephen.”
“Stephen Charming. That’s a good name.”
“Your name is very unusual,” Stephen said. “I like it.”
“My mother read it in a book, before I was born. She fell in love with it.”
“It suits you.”
Stephen asked Cinderella a lot of questions. She wasn’t accustomed to talking about herself, but it was nice to have someone taken an interest for a change. So she talked about her mother, who she barely remembered, and her father, who she missed dearly. She talked about all the things she wanted to see and do, if only she had the opportunity.
Cinderella was having such a good time she didn’t pay attention when the big clock started chiming the hour. She just kept talking, until she felt the cool stone under her bare feet and noticed that Stephen had stopped walking and was staring at her.
“Darn it!” she exclaimed when she heard the last chime.
Cinderella looked down at herself. She was back wearing her raggedy old dress, the one with soot marks and little holes burnt through it from wayward embers. Gone were the glass slippers and the stunning ballgown and the all the pretty accessories.
She looked up at Stephen, embarrassed, but he was just grinning.
“I bet that’s one heck of a story,” he said. “Come on inside. I’m sure we can find something a little warmer for you to wear.”
Cinderella and Stephen stayed up all night talking, and the next day they slipped away and left the kingdom together to see what the rest of the world had to offer.
They did not settle down.
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Date: 2020-10-15 11:31 am (UTC)Fill: + MJ and OFC
Date: 2021-03-25 03:06 am (UTC)Myungjun bowed. “I’m very honored to work with you all. Please take care of me.”
Director Kang said, “This is Jihye, who’ll be playing your best friend, Pritti, and Minhyuk, who’ll be playing Dean.”
Myungjun swallowed hard. Dean. He’d have to kiss Dean. Dean was his enemy, but also — sure, Myungjun had prank-kissed his teammates, and they’d accidentally brushed lips during pepero or paper pass games (much to the fans’ delight), but a stage kiss was going to be mildly terrifying.
Dongmin and Bin had kissed girls for their dramas. Bin had lain shirtless in a bed with a girl for one of his dramas. A stage kiss would be small change in comparison, right?
But then Myungjun really looked at Minhyuk, at his very high cheekbones and his intense dark eyes, and felt his heart thump.
Jihye bowed and beamed at Myungjun, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
Minhyuk bowed as well, but he remained expressionless.
Then Jihye smacked Minhyuk on the shoulder and said, “Don’t mind Minhyukie, Myungjun-ssi. He’s like a robot. Empty head, no expression. But once he gets onstage, you’ll see. He was born to perform.”
Myungjun wasn’t the only rookie in the cast, but all the other rookies were in the chorus. The other two Jamies were seasoned actors. Kwon had been in plenty of musicals but was also an experienced idol, and Ren was an experienced idol too, and Joohyup was a very experienced musical actor.
Myungjun edged toward Minhyuk. “How long have you been doing musicals?”
“Since I was eleven,” Minhyuk said. “I was in Billy Elliot when I was younger.”
“He can tap dance,” Jihye said. She added, in a lower voice, “His father wanted him to be an idol, tried to bribe him into auditioning with an entertainment company, offered him a Wii if he passed the audition, but he said no.”
Minhyuk shrugged. “I preferred playing soccer to video games.”
“He’s terrible at video games and always loses if he dares to play, and then he sulks for days after,” Jihye said, and giggled.
Minhyuk didn’t look embarrassed or angry or anything at her words, just nodded and shrugged.
“Well, the idol life isn’t for everyone,” Myungjun admitted.
But then Minhyuk smiled, and his entire face transformed. He had dimples and looked adorable and so young.
Myungjun felt his traitorous heart thump. No. He was on the same team as Cha Eunwoo and he was immune to that man’s beauty. Why should his heart flutter for this man?
“I really like Astro’s music, though,” Minhyuk said. “That ballad you wrote, Bloom? It’s beautiful.”
“Ah, you know Astro?” Myungjun asked, startled but pleased. And also wary. If people did know Astro, it was because of Eunwoo.
Minhyuk nodded. “When I heard you had joined us, I binged all your music on Spotify.”
“He’s very enthusiastic,” Jihye said.
“I also listened to 2AM and Nu’est,” Minhyuk protested.
“But you listened to Astro the most,” Jihye said.
Minhyuk shrugged. “I liked Astro the best.” And his expression went blank and unreadable again. He tilted his head, looked at Myungjun. “You ready for your first musical?”
“I’ve always wanted to be in a musical,” Myungjun said.
“It’s going to be hard work, but it’s going to be worth it.” Minhyuk graced Myungjun with another of those dimpled smiles, and Myungjun thought it would be worth it, but he might also be in for a lot of other trouble.
“Please take care of me,” Myungjun said, and bowed again.
Minhyuk said, “I will.”
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Date: 2020-10-15 11:32 am (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2020-10-15 06:31 pm (UTC)One of them stood up and said, “Hello, Harry. Remember me?”
Harry turned to the police officer sitting in the corner of the room and said, “Thank you. I shall be taking this from here. This man is who he says he is.” He turned, about to leave, then turned back and said, “Well, come on then.”
The man he addressed picked up the packet of fish and chips he was eating and followed Harry out to his car. Harry looked disdainfully at him.
“What’s the matter?” the man asked. “Do you want to put a bin bag on the seat, so I don’t dirty your upholstery?”
“I don’t think that will be necessary, Lucas. Just get in and you can tell me about it as we drive back.”
“What, tell you about seven and a half years in a Russian jail? How slowly are you planning on driving?”
“Perhaps you can start by explaining how you come to be in a fishing town on the east coast of England?”
“Yes, I thought you were rather surprised to see me. Would you believe I escaped?”
“Frankly, no!”
“There was a breakout, organised from outside. I just tagged along as they left and then blended into the background when the alarm was sounded. I made it to the coast where a fishing vessel agreed to take me on board.”
“Do I want to know how you got them to agree?”
“Probably not. But it was no more twisting of the rules than you’ve done before.”
“Hmph!”
Harry continued to drive in silence, noting that Lucas seemed to have dozed off. Suddenly he was startled by a shout of “Stop the car!”
Fortunately, the traffic was light, so Harry pulled into the kerb before coming to a halt.
“Give me your wallet!” Lucas demanded. When Harry refused, he said, “Give me some money then.”
Harry took out a ten pound note and Lucas jumped out of the car and sprinted over to a stall which was selling hot doughnuts. A few minutes later he returned carrying two paper bags.
Lucas got back into the car and opened one of the bags. “Do you want one?” he asked, holding the bag towards Harry, who shook his head. Lucas started to eat a doughnut and Harry pulled a face as he brushed scattered sugar over the car.
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Date: 2020-10-15 11:33 am (UTC)(spoiler for season finale)
Date: 2020-10-15 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-10-15 12:34 pm (UTC)Fill: Astro, gen, Eunwoo + MJ
Date: 2020-10-15 05:53 pm (UTC)Dongmin took a deep breath. “Thanks, hyung.”
Myungjun tilted his head. “No, thank you. You always supported me in my dreams, so it’s only fair that I support you.”
Dongmin raised an eyebrow. “You mean I lied to your parents while you were running around to auditions and while you trained with a Big Three company for two whole years.”
“And I shared everything I learned at that company with you, didn’t I? And now look where you are. Your voice is beautiful. Between your beautiful voice and your beautiful face, you’ll be unstoppable. Now get in there and break a leg.” Myungjun smiled and patted Dongmin on the shoulder, and then he shoved Dongmin through the door.
Dongmin caught himself on the doorframe before he stumbled, and then he made a calm, smooth entrance.
The scouting manager who’d lingered outside the boy’s bathrooms at his school fair was sitting at the end of the table, and he flashed Dongmin a thumbs up. The other three people at the table - two women and another man - wore fancy suits and looked unimpressed.
“Name?” the woman asked.
“Lee Dongmin.”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
“You’re in high school?”
“Yes, ma’am. First year.”
“Turn so we can see you.”
Dongmin obeyed. He was confident in his looks but knew better than to be arrogant. He was too tanned from spending a lot of time in the sun playing basketball and soccer, but he’d been blessed with his mother’s delicate, even features and his father’s height. His younger brother had a smaller face, but since middle school Dongmin had been turning heads.
“You can play the piano?”
“Yes.”
“Any other instruments?”
“Guitar, violin, and flute.”
“Can you sing?”
“A little.”
The scouting manager looked surprised. After all, when he’d followed Dongmin to the bathroom, it had been during a robotics competition.
The taller woman crossed her arms over her chest. “Sing for us.”
Dongmin was glad Myungjun had made him warm up his voice first. “This is Amen by Monsta X.”
When he was finished, the judges looked at each other and blinked.
“You said you could only sing a little,” the shorter woman said.
“I’ve never had formal lessons,” Dongmin said, “but my best friend can sing, and he taught me what he knows. We’ve been friends since I was very small.”
“Your best friend?” the other man asked. “What does he sound like?”
“So much better than me,” Dongmin said.
“What does he look like?” the taller woman asked.
“He’s shorter than me, but very pretty.” Dongmin fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked his phone, found a picture, held it out.
The judges beckoned him closer.
The shorter woman took his phone from him, and the judges murmured to each other, too low for Dongmin to hear. Then one of them said,
“Could you call your friend? So we could hear him sing.”
“Ah, he’s just outside. He came with me to support me,” Dongmin said. “If you’d like to hear him in person?”
“Sure, call him in,” the scouting manager said.
Dongmin bowed, then hurried over to the door and pushed it open. “Hyung,” he said.
Myungjun, who’d been pacing back and forth, spun around. “Did you pass? Are you an official trainee?” He lit up.
“They want to hear you sing.”
Myungjun blinked. “Me?”
“They liked how pretty I sing, and I told them my best friend taught me.” Dongmin grinned. “Come on!”
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:08 pm (UTC)But she was damn good at her job.
“You got some kind of fetish?” Faith dusted vampire ash off her hands and shook out her hair, then tucked the stake back into her jacket.
Spike, leaning against a headstone, just watched her.
“Watching me kill others of your kind shouldn’t be entertaining to you, especially now that you have your soul back.” Faith cast about, but her so-called Spidey Sense wasn’t tingling. “So...I’m headed to the Bronze for a post-work drink. It’s five o’clock somewhere. You can come with - or not. As long as you’re not drinking from the patrons, I won’t put a piece of wood through your ribs.”
She spun on her heel and headed out of the cemetery.
She sensed more than saw Spike walking along behind her.
She sensed more than saw Willow and Xander shuffling into step with her on the pavement.
“The Bronze?” Willow said finally.
“Someone should be watching Dawn,” Faith said.
“Tara tonight,” Willow said. “And also Giles, sort of by default.”
“I get that guy’s a riot when he’s drunk.”
“I don’t think he can get drunk,” Xander said.
Faith smirked. “Guys like him are always the best drunks. Just ask someone who knew him when he was young.”
“What are you like when you’re drunk?” Spike asked.
“Ah, so he speaks. Buy me a drink and find out.” Faith pulled the door of the club open and headed inside. The first drunk jerk who called her Buffy was getting his lights put out.
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:18 pm (UTC)Sherlock/Moriarty
Date: 2020-10-18 08:07 am (UTC)They parted, Jim's mouth leaving Sherlock's, a hint of teeth gently scraping Sherlock's lower lip.
Sherlock looked at him, discerning. "No."
"No?" Jim said, still catching his breath - still intoxicated by the dark luxury of the path before him. "You think that I can't deduce that you want this, more badly than I do even?"
"The kiss, yes," Sherlock said, matter-of-fact-ly. "What follows from the kiss, most certainly," he added with a downward glance at Moriarty's body. "But I can see what you're imagining - partnership, passion, world domination. You think I'm here to corrupt you into being part of my world."
"You clearly have designs to corrupt me," Jim said, eyebrow raised.
"Only in the most superficial way: physically."
Jim paused, stepped closer. He said, slow, menacing, "I am not the innocent you imagine."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I know full well what you are. A good man capable of very bad things. And when I am the dark underbelly of power in this world, there is order, but I can see full well that if you ever turned to my way of doing things, it would be utter chaos. And I don't allow chaos in my playground, Moriarty," he added, low, leaning down to Jim's ear.
"You don't want to play? Not even intellectually curious about where that would lead?" Jim said, noting with satisfaction that Holmes wavered just a little.
"It's for the best that we've each chosen our side," Sherlock said. "Whatever happens between us, however we distract each other with our bodies, we'll continue to be enemies."
"Oh, Sherlock. We could never be enemies. We are so much more dangerous to each other than that," Jim said. He leaned in for another kiss, more aggressive this time around, and if he didn't know better, he'd say that Sherlock Holmes, the most terrifying criminal mastermind in the world, let out an undignified little moan.
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:18 pm (UTC)Fill: Elizabeth Weir, gen
Date: 2020-10-15 06:11 pm (UTC)“Thank goodness.” Elizabeth sank against the railing. When they’d missed their first check-in, she’d been worried, but Lorne had convinced her to give them an hour, and sure enough, here they were. “Lower the shield.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chuck’s hands moved across the panels with calm efficiency - though Zelenka might had have a heart attack with how close they came to Amelia’s mug of coffee - and then Sheppard stepped through the gate, followed by Teyla, followed by Ford, followed by -
Elizabeth stared.
Chuck stared.
Everyone stared.
“Well, this is awkward,” Major Elizabeth Weir said, staring up at Elizabeth.
“So you’re in the Air Force,” Elizabeth said.
Liz, as she preferred to be called, nodded. “Yeah. Mom and Dad divorced, and I needed money to get through school, so I joined up.”
Elizabeth looked at Sheppard. “And you -”
“PhD in applied mathematics, plus supergene, so they sent me along with the expedition.” That he had a pistol in a thigh holster but no rifle should have been an immediate clue that something was amiss.
Teyla was still Teyla in all respects, as was Ford.
“How are we going to fix this problem without McKay?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’m sure Dr. McKay on our end, combined with your Dr. McKay, will be sorting things out,” Liz said.
“If you’re in the Air Force,” Elizabeth said, “who’s in charge of the expedition and the city?”
“Do you know someone named Richard Woolsey?” Teyla asked.
Elizabeth choked on her tea.
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:24 pm (UTC)*As is rumored to happen in Falcon & The Winter Soldier
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