Thursday: Big Days

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Hey everyone,

It's my last day and today we will be focusing on Big Days. Those days that are special, larger than life and completely integral to a character's life.

Just a quick reminder of the rules:

: 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.

And please 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. Thank you!

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



Labyrinth, Sarah/Jareth, The day the world fell down.

Queer As Folk, Brian/Justin, Finally Wed.

Hustle/Leverage, Albert & Sophie, Graduation day.


And if nothing here catches your eye there is always the Lonely Prompts.


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Labyrinth, Sarah/Jareth, The day the world fell down

[fluffmonkey.livejournal.com]

Before that day, Jareth could honestly never remember a moment where he was less than certain of himself.
Before that day, Jareth had gotten everything he ever wanted.
Before that day, his life had been perfect, and the universe was his to enjoy.
Before that day, his life was bloody boring.
Sarah gave him something to strive for. He'd watched her and assumed she would be his, with the infinite patience only someone with his confidence could achieve. He had plans for wooing her and marrying her, making her his queen where she would be perfect and his, forever.
Somehow he'd forgotten that it was her independent spirit that made him love her in the first place. She was fierce and unpredictable, rash and bold and oh-so-loyal.
If he'd never met her before, he would have loved her that day. he'd pushed so many people, bent them to his will, and never once had they ever really fought back. She was a challenge for him, to be better, smarter, stronger than he was.
He devoted all his cunning, all his guile, to winning her. By all rights he should have won easily against this chit of a human girl. But he did not.
She won, she reclaimed her brother and left the goblin city. He'd lost his love, his pride, and most likely the respect of many of his people. His whole world was falling down around his ears.
Somehow, as he watched her safe at home, celebrating her victory and smiling so bright, he couldn't bring himself to regret a thing.

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Queer As Folk, Brian/Justin, Finally Wed

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Hustle/Leverage, Albert & Sophie, Graduation day

[samueljames]

Charmed, Chris, his relief at being conceived.

[samueljames]

Desperate Romantics, Fred/Gabriel, Lizzie's funeral.

[samueljames]

The Vampire Diaries, Damon, the day Stefan made him complete his transformation.

[samueljames]

FlashForward, Mark/Demetri, the day they moved in together.

[samueljames]

Law & Order UK, Matt/Alesha, the first time he forgets to treat her so damn carefully is a big step in their relationship.

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Today is the battle that determines who wins Heaven.

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, He finally retired

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, The day Lorne gets promoted.

SGA Lorne/Parrish - The Promotion Ceremony (PG)

[squidgiepdx]

The last day before Atlantis is scheduled to go back to Pegasus is also the day Lorne gets promoted. Sheppard, Lorne, and their men are transported to Travis Air Force Base, just North of San Francisco, starting in the wee hours of the morning. The mood is quite formal, almost somber-like, with the weight of their upcoming mission weighing heavily on everyone's minds.

The troops mill around, talking quietly while the final preparations are done. "I hear they were bringing in a VIP. That true, Colonel?" Lorne asks Sheppard.

"Yeah... I heard that, too," comes the response. "Probably some bigwig from the Pentagon, wanting to rubberneck or something."

Before they can continue their discussion, someone pops their head in the room. "This way, ladies and gentlemen." And with that, Lorne and Sheppard leads the group out.

Lorne awes at the size of the auditorium they're being led into, wondering to himself why they need such extravagance. His eyes finally lock on General O'Neill, then on the tall, dark man standing stoically behind him.

Back on Atlantis, Lorne enters his quarters to find Parrish relaxing on their bed, reading a botany book. "Welcome back, Lieutenant Colonel," gushes David. "How was the ceremony?"

Evan unconsciously, touches the medal hanging around his neck, earning a questioning look from his partner. "I wish you could have been there," he said, though he knew Parrish and his team had a mandatory trip to Monterey the previous night and wouldn't have been back in time.

Parrish gets up and strides over to his partner, gathering a kiss. The pair entwine fingers and kiss again before Parrish breaks the bond, gently touching the golden star that was hanging from Lorne's neck. "What's this?"

Lorne beams, eyes twinkling as he starts, "It's the Presidential Medal of Honor," which earns him a gasp from his partner. "The President was at the ceremony. After O'Neill promoted us, Sheppard and I were singled out by the President for 'conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his or her life above and beyond the call of duty while engaged in an action against an enemy of the United States.'" Evan sighs. "It was incredible."

David grins at him, dragging him towards the bed. "Well, Mister Medal of Honor winner," he says. "I've got our own little ceremony planned - just the two of us."

Lorne claims a kiss, then gently pushes Parrish back on the bed. As he starts to remove his uniform, David says, "No. Leave it on," then pulls Lorne down on top of him.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, The day he died.

Longer: Lorne/Parrish, The day he died.

[somehowunbroken]

WARNING: DEATHFIC.

This, Evan thinks, this was never what he thought would happen. This was never supposed to be his exit.

He had always expected to go down in battle - over the Middle East, maybe, fighting on the ground. And then he'd been pulled into the Stargate program, and it had been the Unas or the Wraith or the Replicators or the Genii, a million ways to die at his doorstep every day. He had honestly never thought he'd make it back from the Pegasus Galaxy.

But somehow, somehow he had; he'd been surprised to find himself pushing fifty and knocking on the door to his next promotion - general, incredibly enough, and he'd never thought that would happen, either - and when they told him he was being promoted and reassigned, he found himself on Earth without a clue as to how he was supposed to live there.

But live he had - he'd lived and he'd loved and he'd built a life, one with a man he adored, and when he'd retired they'd moved to the mountains. The air there was better for David's lungs, so Evan hadn't hesitated.

David had healed, or hadn't gotten any worse, at least; they've been here for almost twenty years now. They're old - there's no doubt about that; David will be eighty-two in the fall, and Evan's just turned eighty-one.

He won't make it to eighty-two, he knows, and he knows that he's oddly okay with that as he looks up at David from the bed they've shared here for twenty long, beautiful years. It doesn't hurt, this gradual dimming of his senses, the way he can't move his limbs. He's felt like he's been living on borrowed time since he left Atlantis; this isn't what he expected, but he can't be angry about what he's been given.

He can feel his breathing getting heavier, can feel the strain it's putting on him with each inhalation, and he flicks his eyes around, searching for David.

"I'm here," he hears, right in his ear, and David's hand is a warm, slight pressure against his own.

"Love you," Evan breathes out, and then he closes his eyes.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla(/Any), His Funeral

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla(/Any), The day it worked!

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Mary & Sam & Dean; The day the Winchesters take over Hell.

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Angel/author’s choice(/author’s choice/author’s choice…), Lindsey & any other character(s) portrayed by Christian Kane; the day Lindsey sells his soul sends karmic repercussions throughout the multiverse.

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

This whole system really needs a 'like' button. (gah, facebook *has* taken over the world)

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean, Dean stays a vampire, Sam stays soulless, and they hunt supernatural beings for sport now. Then there’s the day where Death, ruler of all things unliving, shows up.

(Kudos if Dean tries to avoid being controlled by Death because technically, he’s undead.)

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Inara, the day she returns to the Academy, the women all cluck at her coarse Rim accent.

[ac-123.livejournal.com]

They're chickens.

Behind her, they strut with boards tied to the back of their corsets while she flows through the air like water. They have clothes with feathers sewn into the sleeves, while her robes are the shimmering silks she had stunned entire planets with. Their shoes clack clack without grace while hers give her the stealth of a breeze over the calm, yellow canyons of the Rim planets.

And their tiny, heavy words, spoken behind their feathery sleeves but glowing brightly in their squinted, tracking eyes. She could feel their hardness, even when she couldn't hear the words.

Inara rebutted by speaking even more loudly, at least until the harshness of her C's and K's softened from diamond to marble.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, ten year anniversary

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I Am Number Four, Henri + Four, Henri comforts Four the day the first of the nine are killed.

[just-chiara.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, First day at the BAU.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, On (what would have been) Chuck's wedding day, they find out that Bryce is still alive.

had, having, and in quest to have - PG, AUish?

[tigriswolf]

The priest asks if anyone knows why this man and woman shouldn't be wed. It's quiet; no one responds.

Chuck grins at Sarah and she smiles back, and the priest opens his mouth to continue the service.

And then, out the corner of his eye, Chuck sees dark hair and blue eyes and a white shirt with dried blood. Which is impossible, because Bryce died two years ago. Chuck checked.

But now Sarah's mouth is dropping open, and Casey curses, and Ellie shouts, "Larkin!"

Chuck turns away from the priest and Sarah, to gape at the man who had been his best friend, who had died in his arms, and he says, "Bryce?"

Bryce's face is bruised, his lip split, and there's blood trailing along his hairline. "Hey, Chuck," he says. His smile is rueful and his left arm is wrapped around his middle. His weight is mostly on his right leg. "So, you're getting married."

"Yeah, yeah, I am," Chuck replies. "I... you were dead. Again."

Bryce starts to nod, then stops, and says, "Mostly, yeah."

The priest politely clears his throat. Sarah squeezes Chuck’s hand. “Chuck,” she says quietly.

It takes great effort to rip his eyes away from Bryce. He’s irrationally afraid that he’s not looking closely, Bryce will vanish again. (Then again, based on their history, maybe it’s not so irrational.) “Sarah,” he says. “I…”

She smiles, squeezes his hand again, and then steps back, turning to the priest. “I object,” she tells him. Then, with her head held high, she turns to face the crowd and walks down the aisle.

Chuck doesn’t watch her go. Instead he steps down and walks to Bryce, and he says, “Come with me.”

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Actors RPS, Matthew Gray Gubler/Shemar Moore, Walking for the first time in months.

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Actors RPS, Matthew Gray Gubler/Shemar Moore, The day they arrived on set holding hands.

Just us, Shemar/MGG, FRG

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"...No one."

Shemar was in disbelief. Because seriously, no one batted an eye at them walking onto the set hand in hand. The outrage and the pandamonium he had imagined remained just that - an imagination.

"I don't understand why you can't just let go."

Matthew was open about it long before Shemar even grasped the possibility of being out with it. Everyone knew Matthew's personality - that it bordered on public attention whore, and settled on intensely affectionate. His affection toward Shemar was cute, but Kirsten could tell it was luv.

"Just... no one?"

"Did you want a big deal?"

"NO," came out a little stronger, and quicker than Shemar had intended.

"No..." with just a whisper into Matt's ear.

"I'm a little surprised."

Shemar rested his head on Matthew's shoulder. A little relieved, and a little surprised.

"Ya know, I could've kissed you with tongue, and groped you in front of Thom, and they still wouldn't have cared."

A small snort and laughter mixture sent a small warm surge of air through Matthew's shirt to his shoulder skin.

"I actually think Thom would've been courteous enough to leave his hanky in case we'd need it."

Because once Matthew started with an interesting idea, he just couldn't stop himself.

"We may have had to duck into wardrobe and had a..."

Because the insanity of their lives didn't include bias.

"...quicky"

Because only Matthew would use the word quicky and be worried about someone overhearing them.

Because what they had was no one else's business.

So maybe they'll walk around the set hand in hand, every now and then sneak a public kiss, and smile to each other.

If anyone disapproved? They can look away.

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DCU, Damian Wayne, first solo adventure