Wednesday - Kiddies
Jun. 30th, 2010 04:33 amHi. This is
myfloralbonnet again, and today's theme is Kiddies.
Anything from your favorite characters growing up or your favorite ships raising a family works for today.
The usual rules apply -
+ No more than three prompts per fandom.
+ No more than five prompts at a time (though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more).
+ No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
+ Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
Please be thoughtful of the codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
Doctor Who/Primeval, Abby & Rose, watching over a baby dinosaur
Sanctuary, Magnus Zimmerman (Pavor Nocturnus timeline), growing up after the zombie apocalypse
Sanctuary, Kate/Will, diaper duty
If none of today's prompts catch your eye, please explore our Lonely Prompts.
theme="Kiddies"
Anything from your favorite characters growing up or your favorite ships raising a family works for today.
The usual rules apply -
+ No more than three prompts per fandom.
+ No more than five prompts at a time (though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more).
+ No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
+ Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
Please be thoughtful of the codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
Doctor Who/Primeval, Abby & Rose, watching over a baby dinosaur
Sanctuary, Magnus Zimmerman (Pavor Nocturnus timeline), growing up after the zombie apocalypse
Sanctuary, Kate/Will, diaper duty
If none of today's prompts catch your eye, please explore our Lonely Prompts.
theme="Kiddies"
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-30 11:40 am (UTC)no fic...
Date: 2010-06-30 03:57 pm (UTC)Re: no fic...
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:40 am (UTC)(I've never done this before! short and sweet?)
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Date: 2010-07-02 03:51 pm (UTC)Nate huffed out a soft laugh. "I think it might be for us." He rolled over to face Eliot and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "I don't remember toddler's having this much energy. I'm sure Sam was easier to keep up with."
"No offense Nate but... it's been a long time since Sam was a toddler. You're older now."
"What's your excuse?" Nate shot back, biting down on his lip to stifle a laugh at the scowl on Eliot's face before kissing it away. "The way you've worn him out, I reckon we've got a good two hours til he weeks up."
"Yeah, Eliot agreed, one hand straying down, ghosting over the waistband of Nate's pants. "And what were you thinking?"
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 06:12 pm (UTC)Then came his niece. Her ten tiny fingers, ten perfect toes, pried open something in Jensen's head that he thought had rusted shut. He had to survive for her. There were no other options.
Then came Clay and his offer, getting Jensen out of the sandbox in about 12 hours when Jensen had been trying to transfer for two years.
Then came Cougar, and things get really fucked up.
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The dreams start in Bolivia. They go like this:
Nice little house in the suburbs. Wifi on his laptop. White picket fence. Back porch, sun tea, kiddie pool. Golden retriever galloping around, kicking up clods of dirt with its huge paws as it chases a radio car that Jensen's niece is driving around the lawn. She is concentrating fiercely, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth. She has on Cougar's hat.
Cougar is in the kiddie pool, a dark-haired baby on his lap. The baby smacks its (her) little hands on the surface of the water, squealing. Cougar is soaked to the bone but grinning.
Jensen looks down and sees the sleeping blond toddler crashed out in his arms, slung between Jensen's chest and the laptop. Jensen touches the kid's spiky hair and gets kneed for his trouble while the kid tries to get closer in his restless sleep.
With that slow dream logic, Jensen hums the Imperial March from Star Wars. It's the lullaby his sister used to sing him (hot summer nights when plates were breaking and Daddy drank) and it's deep in Jensen's bones, and this is his kid, and so it settles him down, too. Grunting in his sleep, the kid stuffs his thumb in his mouth and sinks deeper.
Cougar looks up from the baby. Meets Jensen's eyes. Smiles. It's good that he's here, it's right, because they're like Jay and Silent Bob, they're heterosexual life partners or something, they're in this until one of them stops breathing. And so Jensen doesn't wonder why there's no mothers in this little tableau. He just smiles back.
Then he wakes up, and Cougar is sleeping in the other twin in this shitty Bolivian motel, and they have a shift in the doll factory tomorrow. Jensen tells himself that it's because he and Cougs are living in each other's back pocket, that he knows Cougar is sleeping so close, that they can't get away from each other and he misses his niece and he wants to be back home.
He tells himself this, and he knows he's not so good a grifter that he can fool himself.
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-30 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:46 am (UTC)sort of weird, sorry
Date: 2010-06-30 03:37 pm (UTC)"Damn it!" That earned him a dirty look from both Lisa and five of the other parents on the playground. Two others laughed and gave him a silent thumbs up for bucking the system. It was a relatively liberal neighborhood.
The kid came up, retrieved the ball, and peered at him through green eyes. "Apologies," he said, and blond curls flounced as he ran back to the field.
"Apologies?" Dean glanced at Lisa. "What kind of kindergartener says apologies?"
"The kind whose parents dress him in suspenders and plaid pants, maybe?"
"Hm. Point taken." Dean barely had room to shrug before the ball hit him again. "Ow!"
The kid ran up and retrieved the ball a second time. "I don't think I'm cut out for this game," he said. His lips lisped a th around the s sound. "I think I'll go back to the swings now."
There was a gravity in his voice that unnerved Dean somewhat. "Where are your parents, kid?" he demanded, standing up. His ankles smarted as he went. They were going to swell up from the force of the impact.
The child smiled slightly. "My father is watching," he said. "I think he was probably telling me to pay more attention to you, Dean. I can do that better from the swings anyway. Sorry about your feet." He ran off and found a swing where he could stare Dean down between ecstatic giggles as he went back and forth, higher and higher. Golden curls caught the sun.
Dean stared a minute, but he couldn't find it in his heart to be disturbed. It'd take him until evening to realize the child had called him by name.
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-30 11:52 am (UTC)(Kelly's mother could be alive or dead - up to you)
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:54 am (UTC)(can be a huamn/alien being or an animal being)
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:56 am (UTC)(similar to my NCIS prompt above but this one is a SG-1 prompt! lol)
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)Beach Balls and Whales | Doctor Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, m-preg
Date: 2010-07-16 02:32 am (UTC)The Doctor does a better job of being sympathetic, which is good because Rory totally blames him for his current predicament. He’d would really like to take a rusty spoon to the Timelord’s ball’s. Really how did a centuries old semi-omnipotent being forget that he could get a man pregnant?
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:04 pm (UTC)Going Through Changes
Date: 2010-07-03 06:59 pm (UTC)Kids, your Uncle Barney used to be a flaky sort of guy when it came to women…
Robin was a little alarmed by his devotion, but they tried not to kill each other as they anticipated the birth of their first child.
And when he saw her for the first time, everything changed. He got used to vomit stains on his silk ties and finding drool marks on the shoulder of his Brooks Brothers suits.
…but it took a seven-pound, nine ounce one to make him a commitment addict.
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:04 pm (UTC)