Tuesday - Childhood Memories

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Good morning on this fine Tuesday. I’m < straydog733, and I’m here with today’s prompt: Childhood Memories. Time to sit back and think of the good times, the bad times, and all the times who made you who you are today.

Please just remember:

·         Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).

·         No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.

·         Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

·         Take the monkeys into consideration when writing your prompt. If the prompt is too long, it becomes very hard to record it properly in the archive. Fics are also meant to be comment sized! If you get very inspired, that's ok, but long detailed prompts deserve long detailed stories, and that's not what we're about. Thank you!

Also, remember to keep prompts in the correct format. For example:

Community, Abed and Troy, reminiscing about the years they got held back in school

Animorphs, Cassie and Rachel, why they became friends in the first place

Midnighters, Dess, waiting to be found in the midnight darkness

And of course, if you don’t care for any of the prompts you see today, go on over to the Lonely Prompts and see if anything catches your eye.

 

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Community, Troy and Abed, reminiscing about the years they got held back in school

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Animorphs, Cassie and Rachel, why they became friends in the first place

Small Hands

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Small hands stick out to either side as she places a foot carefully in line on the curb. Like the balance beam, only there's no one to catch her if she falls. She tries a handstand, like she's seen older girls do during practice, but she plants her hands wrong and topples to the pavement. She doesn't cry, because she's too big to cry, but it hurts, and it isn't until she sits up that she sees the small dark fingers stretched towards her.

"Are you okay?" the girl asks, and helps her to her feet.

"Of course," she answers, shaking golden hair bravely out of her eyes, and the rest is history.

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Midnighters, Dess, waiting to be found in the midnight darkness

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal (+or/ any), his memories of his dad

Fill: Days Like This

[kaylynnkie.livejournal.com]

The city was bustling with people. It was almost ninety degrees out and dry and time for lunch. Neal wove in and out of the crowds, his hands deep in his pockets. He saw a girl, old enough to be in high school, clutching a man's arm. He must have been her father because she pointed to a vendor and pouted and he pulled out his wallet. She darted over to the vendor and returned to the man with a tame looking hotdog, only ketchup and mustard, in one hand and another with everything, in the other. She gave it a look of disgust before handing it over to him with the change. He smiled and followed her down the street. When she wasn't looking, he flicked the pickles off but ate the rest. (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/27332.html)

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DCU, Jason Todd, While 'normal' kids were playing tag and goofing off, Jay spent his time stealing tires.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck (+or/any), Looking back on his childhood, Chuck definitely should've known that his parents were spies.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Alex, As a little girl, Alex was 100% her father's daughter even if she didn't know it.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, ensemble, moments from Clara's childhood (brownie points for every character you can work in)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Hero, Thom Creed + Major Might, Before the Incident, being the son of a superhero was pretty cool.

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Good Luck Chuck, Chuck, memories of childhood girlfriends

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Supernatural, Castiel, When his grace was young

Fill!

[d-mousey.livejournal.com]

"Angels are born old", Baltazar tells him, "you're not a child, not really."

There's something like an accusation in Baltazar's voice, and he's not sure how he's supposed to react to that. Anna gives Baltazar a look, like she's upset, and slightly shoves him aside.

"Leave him alone Baltazar. He's barely born." Then, to him. "So what's your name?"

"I don't know," he answers, confused.

He knows a thousand things, though. The stars, their names, the Earth, its history, his brothers and sisters. Everything that exists, he knows it, though he has no idea where that knowledge is coming from.
But himself he doesn't know, he can't tell, and for a moment that feels like his own existence isn't totally rational.

"Pick one," Anna says.

There's a silence. Then: "Castiel."

Anna smiles. "Castiel it is, then."

And as soon as he's named, he's feeling real.

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

House MD, House, Papa can you hear me?

[lolryne.livejournal.com]

SPN, any angels, we used to be family

S5 AU, set during that episode where Raphael was trapped in the fire-ring

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He can't help but think of himself as a moth, and he can't help but think of all the reasons he shouldn't be here.

He's helpless to resist the urge that brings him here, though, and so here Gabriel is: standing before a ring of fire, listening to the rain fall outside as he watches his brother stand as still as a statue in the center of the fire.

It's oddly peaceful, for a moment: the rain is the only sound, and the fire is the only movement.

Then understanding flashes across Raphael's eyes, and fear strikes at Gabriel when Raphael moves, surging forward, voice rising with fury, and sheer instinctual terror makes Gabriel step back.

But Raphael stops at the line of the fire, and then he looks nothing more than human, and weary.

"...Raphael." Gabriel greets, then falls into silence when Raphael raises his eyes to meet his own.

Raphael doesn't need to say anything to make Gabriel understand that he is angry, he is tired, he is without hope and that Gabriel can't change anything.

For a moment Gabriel has nothing to say.

"You shouldn't be here." Raphael says.

"It's the other way around, actually," Gabriel says, and he is grateful for the Trickster, for learning how to talk back when all of his basic instincts are to be quiet and obey.

Millennia of denying those instincts hasn't made them vanish, after all, and the presence of another angel makes it harder to deny them.

(After all these years - is Raphael higher in the hierarchy than he is, now? If he took back his role, would he still have rank to pull?)

"Lucifer is walking," Raphael says. "The vessels are alive. It's time we were down here."

"It's not," Gabriel says, and is all too aware of how the only thing between him and Raphael is that fire.

"Traitor," Raphael says after a long moment, the venom fresh in his voice. "I should strike you down."

"We used to be family, you know," is all Gabriel can say.

"You aren't my brother," Raphael says, every inch of him discarding weariness for fury. "You are a - "

"Coward, traitor, not worthy to be an angel, tainted - did I miss anything?"

"You should be dead."

"I'm not."

"I'm going to fix that."

"Not when you're trapped like that you're not."

They're silent again, and Gabriel has to fight with himself not to show fear, or shame - he cast all that aside when he claimed the first sacrifice to Loki as his own.

He reminds himself of this, and he reminds himself of the promises he made to Odin, to Kali, to the assembled Aesir when they realized that Loki didn't have wings...

"I'm not going to help you, Raphael," Gabriel says at last. "Or try to repent or do anything to get myself back in Heaven's good graces. So feel free to be angry at me."

He moves closer to the circle, staring death - his brother - in the face.

"I'm going to stop this. I don't want an apocalypse, and no one else on Earth does. You'd know that if you lived here."

He spits on the ground, and walks out, ignoring whatever Raphael says in response, listening to the rain instead.

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Supernatural; Anna/Balthazar; when we were young.

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Castle, Castle/Beckett, A meeting they forgot

Ancient History, Castle/Beckett, a meeting they forgot

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Richard Alexander Rodgers was ten years old when he realized he was both good and bad at new schools. He hated always starting over, but he liked the opportunities of the swanky private academies. He looked like all the other kids at the expensive schools, but led an entirely bohemian existence they couldn't appreciate. He was less exceptional for having a single actress for a mother in a public school, but he stuck out because she insisted he have excellent clothes.

He had tried to explain to his mother he should dress for his role, much like she did for hers. Richard needed school clothes that weren't fashionable and expensive; velour sport coats and polished loafers made him a target for kids who might not get breakfast. He had learned the hard way to take his emergency cash out of his leather wallet and stick it in his shoe, and leave his pocket watch at home.

"Oh Richard, don't be ridiculous," Martha had said, swanning out of their apartment on her way to the theatre. "I'm not going to dress you in rags just to ease the jealousy of your classmates. Make some friends and you'll do fine."

He wasn't antisocial, but it hurt to know any friends he managed to bond with would be lost at their next move. It was crazy to think they hadn't moved out of the city but Richard would land in a new school district every time. His mother saw her old friends again at auditions and shows, but he didn't have the means to track down all his lost acquaintances to catch up. It was simpler just to move on from every group classmates.

Richard Rodgers wasn't without charm, and he used his brain to smooth his way through schools. He wasn't bullied viciously, or embraced without questions. Even short New Yorkers had the attitude of questioning remove that protected them from the millions of strangers at their door. He got by, and used the relative resources of each school to further his interests in different careers.

At thirteen, he was deeply wrapped up in archaeology as a lifestyle. It was only in adulthood he grasped how wrong his ideals were, but at the time he thought it was a daily adventure through jungles in search of golden chalices. He was in a liberal but exclusive school, and his excitement at their field trip to the museum was quashed slightly by his newness. He would have liked to sit with someone on the bus, but he didn't know anyone. Girls and boys trooped past the empty space next to him, obviously acting on plans to sit together. Richard cleared his throat and looked out the window, telling himself he was lucky to have a seat to himself. If they were stuck in traffic, he could curl up and take a nap.

"Can I sit here," a timid girl's voice asked. It wasn't until the question was repeated with a lean on his seat that Richard realized he should answer.

"Yeah, go ahead, sorry," he said hurriedly. The girl was maybe younger than him, or just petite, but he shuffled over politely. She sank down and put her backpack primly on her lap. Her glossy brown hair was clipped in a short ponytail, and she shot him a fleeting smile that showed braces.

"I'm Richard," he said firmly, offering his hand like his mother taught him.

She hesitated, but freed one hand from her bag and shook it meekly. "Kate."

Kate tipped toward him slightly, and didn't yank her hand away immediately. He took it as encouragement, and talked her ear off about the museum until they pulled up to the curb. They were paired off by seat as buddies, so Richard and Kate spent the day together, trading facts they knew and running between exhibits.

He'd assumed he'd see Kate again, and didn't ask her last name in case she thought he was being too personal. Richard said goodbye as she stepped off the bus, and he never saw her again.

In the present, Detective Kate Beckett blinked wildly at her writer-in-near-residence, shaking her head. Richard Castle was either such an expert at research he could have found out the colour of her underwear that day from her credit card receipts, or they had met almost twenty years earlier on a field trip she remembered fondly.

"What?! What did I say," he asked huffily.

She would not help him be insufferable, so Kate bit her lip and swiveled her chair to face determinedly at her computer.

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Glee, author's choice, Things were much different in elementary school

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Firefly, Simon/River, Why he could never be jealous of her

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From an early age Simon realized that it was almost an expectation. He'd always been the brilliant wonderchild, and now his little sister was doing all of the same stuff he was, but better. Not to mention all the little random things she did to keep entertained.
She was brilliant and bold and so sure of herself that all of his friends were certain she must drive him up the wall. River didn't have many friends, for just the same reason. Simon let them think what they would and continued to let River tag along.
In truth, Simon loved it. He loved nothing in the world so much as his baby sister, perfection and all. How could he be jealous of her when she looked at him as the most perfect thing in the universe. He knew that she was well aware of her greater intelligence. She had, on several notable occasions, helped him understand his own classwork.
But somehow she still looked up to him in a way that she didn't to anyone else, not even their parents. In her eyes, HE was the perfect one, the one who got everything right even if he got it all wrong. How could he do anything but love her?

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal, Yearning for something more

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The nearest docks on Shadow were a hundred kilometers away, but the ships often flew over the ranch as they got to break-away speed. When they did, Mal would pause in whatever he was doing, whether it was feeding hogs or weeding the garden, to look up and watch the ships soaring overhead.

He dreamed of shipping on one someday, when Ma said she could spare him. He dreamed of soaring through the black,, standing on the bridge or the cockpit, giving orders to his pilot to give more power to the hoozies in the engine rooms. He dreamed of feeling the ship surging under his boots, watching the clouds rush past the windows, as the sky shifted from blue to black tempered with starlight, and the glow from the planets. He dreamed of leaving this boring rock behind and visiting the Core planets, or going onto the Rim planets, as far as a man could get...

(The rest of the firc can be found Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/31159.html))

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Supernatural; Anna & Castiel & Uriel; let's go have an adventure.

Fill- Things Jimmy Novak knows.

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Jimmy's imaginary friend was the sixe of the Chrysler building, and glowed nearly as bright as the sun.

Jimmy knew he was there, but couldn't look at him because the last time he'd looked he'd hurt his eyes, and that had been only a second.

His name was Castiel. Jimmy called him Cas, and had called him that since he was six. Jimmy was twelve.

Cas was very nice to him, teaching him Enochian, watching his favorite shows with him. Cas never sat on the sofa, because the last time he'd sat on the sofa Jimmy's mommy and dad had to buy a new one.

Jimmy's mommy and dad knew Cas was there, but never looked at him. They knew he was Jimmy's guardian angel.

Jimmy had jumped off the highest branch of their elm tree at seven. He had not broken his arm, leg, neck or anything else. He had floated down gravefully. Jimmy's mommy and dad had freaked out. That's when they discovered Cas.

Jimmy knew one day that Cas would live in him. He waited excitedly for that day, because he would share thoughts with the angel. He also knew one day he would be gay, and sleep with Dean Winchester. He was excited about that too- he liked the pictures of the older, adult Dean that Cas sent him.

In the end, Jimmy Novak had prayed for Castiel to live in him, but he'd always known he would. It was predestined, and Jimmy was fine with that.

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DCU, Dick Grayson, the smell of popcorn and the screams of the crowd

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DCU, Rip Hunter and Booster Gold, he remembers his dad teaching how to make a proper pb & j sandwich

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Leverage, Eliot, Looking back on the things I've done

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Backstreet Boys? Somehow this fits so much better than I ever would have thought (Not that I have ever thought to associate Eliot with teenie boybands before...). *goes to think*

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Kane RPS, Christian(/Steve), I was trying to be someone

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Leverage, Eliot, carefree and kickin' ass