Thursday - Parents
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comment_ficHappy Thursday everyone! I'm back with this week's final prompt: Parents. Love them, hate them, parents are...parents. And today's theme is dedicated to them.
Here's a quick reminder of the rules:
- Only 3 prompts in one fandom.
- Only 5 prompts in a row (but if one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again)
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers in your fic using BOLD text and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And to keep our codemonkeys sane and happy, please remember:
- Prompts and the inspired fics are to be comment sized. If the prompt is too long, it's hard to record properly in the archive. Also, long and detailed prompts usually lead to long and detailed fics. If you get inspired to write something longer, that's ok, please just post a snippet in response to the prompt and a link to where we can find the rest of the fic.
- Adhere to the proper prompt formatting. For example:
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Eliot tries to hide the panic he feels when Alec takes him home to meet his Nana.
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny, Grace has Danny, Rachel, and Step-Stan. Steve can't help but wonder where he fits in.
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny + Grace, Danny always knew this day would come, and he'd promised he wouldn't freak out. Too bad Steve didn't make that promise.
However, if none of the prompts you see today strike your fancy, hop on over to take a look at the Lonely Prompts and see if anything there catches your eye.
It has been a great joy hosting this week. I've had fun and I hope you have too. I look forward to possibly doing this again in the future. Until then, happy prompting!
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Here's a quick reminder of the rules:
- Only 3 prompts in one fandom.
- Only 5 prompts in a row (but if one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again)
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers in your fic using BOLD text and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And to keep our codemonkeys sane and happy, please remember:
- Prompts and the inspired fics are to be comment sized. If the prompt is too long, it's hard to record properly in the archive. Also, long and detailed prompts usually lead to long and detailed fics. If you get inspired to write something longer, that's ok, please just post a snippet in response to the prompt and a link to where we can find the rest of the fic.
- Adhere to the proper prompt formatting. For example:
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Eliot tries to hide the panic he feels when Alec takes him home to meet his Nana.
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny, Grace has Danny, Rachel, and Step-Stan. Steve can't help but wonder where he fits in.
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny + Grace, Danny always knew this day would come, and he'd promised he wouldn't freak out. Too bad Steve didn't make that promise.
However, if none of the prompts you see today strike your fancy, hop on over to take a look at the Lonely Prompts and see if anything there catches your eye.
It has been a great joy hosting this week. I've had fun and I hope you have too. I look forward to possibly doing this again in the future. Until then, happy prompting!
tag=parents
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:54 am (UTC)No fic but
Date: 2011-03-10 03:28 pm (UTC)query
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From:let that season be only Spring - Leverage/White Collar, PG
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From:Leverage E/H- E's panic when meeting H's Nana
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:59 am (UTC)O golden child the world will kill and eat - Ben Braedon, PG, future!fic, gen
Date: 2011-03-11 07:35 pm (UTC)He was wrong, and Dean had changed. He was harder, now, and sharper, and scary sometimes. So scary. And Mom kicked him out, and wouldn't tell Ben why, but Dean didn't come back. Not for the longest time.
Ben Braedon grew up without a father. His mom was the best ever, but Ben wondered sometimes. He still pretended that Dean was the hero he first knew, who saved him from monsters and told him how to deal with bullies and grinned so bright.
On his twenty-second birthday, only a few months away from graduation with an engineering degree, most of the paperwork done for grad school, Ben dreams about a woman with yellow eyes. She tells him he looks like his father.
He tells her to go to Hell.
She laughs and says she's already been, and they've got a nice spot picked out for the darling son of Dean Winchester.
Ben wakes shivering and calls a number he memorizes years ago, and when Bobby Singer answers, Ben says he has to talk to Dean.
Four hours later, Dean knocks on the door and Ben lets him in, and they’re the same height now. Dean looks him over and smiles and says, you grew up good, kiddo.
He says, tell me about the dream.
He says, I’m so sorry, Ben.
Ben Braedon grew up without a father, and a part of him wishes he’d never met Dean Winchester.
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Date: 2011-03-10 10:26 am (UTC)Fill, Lightning-Maker, Sanctuary, Helen/Nikolai, pg-13 to a safe R
Date: 2011-03-11 02:06 am (UTC)Nik smiles. "Where do you want to go? We're both immortal- we've been everywhere."
"I don't care, just take me away."
"How about to the bedroom?" Nik smirks. Helen smiles. "I think that'll do."
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Very short, but may become part of a potential verse. Will let you know when this happens.
Sorry for any incorrect spellings or factoids- I love Sanctuary, but it's been awhile. :)
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Date: 2011-03-10 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-10 10:43 am (UTC)Understanding (PG)
Date: 2012-01-22 07:27 am (UTC)Understanding (PG)
When the truth of their parentage became known to Luke and Leia, they both dealt with the revelation in their own separate ways. Luke became obsessed with discovering everything he could about them, especially his father. Leia researched a few of the basic facts about each of them and was satisfied with the obvious: Luke was Anakin’s son, with his blond hair and bright eyes and force ability. Leia was in every way her mother’s daughter: a petite, strong-willed senator who fought fiercely for what she believed in. She was proud of that branch of her parentage, identified with it, and let Luke worry about what it meant to have Darth Vader as a father.
In his desire to discover more, Luke had gone back to Tatooine. There he had found a little-known story about their father…and their grandmother. Leia had noticed her grave when she visited the Lars Homestead once with Luke, but hadn’t thought much about her. But Luke said they way he’d heard it she’d died a terrible death, in Anakin’s arms, after months of captivity and torture by the sand people. Anakin, frenzied by grief, had slaughtered the entire tribe.
“Can you believe that?” Luke gaped. “The whole tribe! Women, little children, people who had NOTHING to do with her treatment, people who couldn’t have done anything about it even if they’d wanted to. And this was years before he became Vader! I can’t imagine having that much hate, that much anger inside me, that I’d kill innocents just to purge the feeling.”
But Leia remained silent. A chill was creeping along her spine…because unlike Luke, she could imagine that much hate. She had felt it. And for almost the same reason.
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Leia loved her home planet, was fiercely proud of being its senator, and until the end of her life retained the title “Princess of Alderaan.” But at the moment the death star fired on her beautiful planet, she was not thinking about the millions of voices crying out. She was only thinking of two. Her parents – her real parents. Beautiful, gentle Breha and honorable, sincere Bail. Knowing that she’d never hear her mother’s voice again, or get another silly holorecording from her father on her birthday – the pain was too much, it was unbearable. At that moment, if she could have crushed the life out of everyone on that death star, from Tarkin to the lowliest janitor, if doing so would have brought her parents back, if it would have even mitigated the smallest amount of the pain she was feeling, she would have done it. The only reason she didn’t was because she was only one small girl, barely reaching Vader’s shoulder. She didn't have weapons or force abilities, only hate. But her hate…the Death Star itself couldn’t contain her hate.
And when Luke fired that fateful shot, and the Death Star exploded, Leia wasn’t thinking about what a decisive victory this was for the rebels. She wasn’t even thinking about how it was payback for what happened to her beautiful Alderaan. She thought “That’s for my parents, you bastards.” And smiled.
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So yes, Leia knew. Luke might have just found his father more mysterious than when he began, but for the first time, Leia really, truly, understood him. She shuddered. Perhaps there was more of Anakin in her than she thought.
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Date: 2011-03-10 11:20 am (UTC)Cooties: Danny and Grace, dealing with Grace's first crush.
Date: 2011-03-10 11:43 am (UTC)But she keeps chattering on and on about Tommy, and really, she had to go and pick the pathological liar to have her first no-holds-barred crush on, great, this does not bode well. But right now, that's not his worry, not his main concern, because Grace is talking dejectedly now, and Danny would gnaw his own arm off if it meant never hearing her use that tone again.
"I just want to be his friend," she says mournfully, like the world might end if Tommy doesn't like her.
"What do you mean, you're his friend, of course you're his friend," Danny interjects as he navigates his way to the exit. "Why wouldn't you be his friend?"
"He says I have cooties," Grace explains in that same sad voice.
"You do not, no daughter of mine has anything so gross, Monkey. You know what, he has cooties, Tommy has cooties, you don't want to be his friend anyway if he's got cooties, do you?"
Grace seems to brighten at what Danny considers some pretty pointless babbling. "Yeah," she agrees, and now she's talking about Kelia and Mina and something they did on the playground, and Danny takes a huge mental sigh of relief.
He wonders how long he's got before the cooties trick stops working. He hopes it's longer than he's thinking.
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