TERRIFIC THURSDAY: Kids
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theladymore offering another prompt. Todays theme is KIDS, whether it be your character having Kids or your favorite Character as a kid. Release you inner child!
While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules
♥ No more than five prompts in a row.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt
EXAMPLES:
The Hunger Games, Peeta/Katniss, The First Day of Kindergarden
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Their first kid
Doctor Who, Amy Pond/Rory Williams + OC Child, They finally get the chance they were robbed of years ago.....raising a child.
[theme tag=kids]
theladymore offering another prompt. Todays theme is KIDS, whether it be your character having Kids or your favorite Character as a kid. Release you inner child!While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules
♥ No more than five prompts in a row.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt
EXAMPLES:
The Hunger Games, Peeta/Katniss, The First Day of Kindergarden
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Their first kid
Doctor Who, Amy Pond/Rory Williams + OC Child, They finally get the chance they were robbed of years ago.....raising a child.
[theme tag=kids]
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Fill, in which Dudley takes his wife's surname, 1/1 I think
Date: 2012-04-05 07:25 pm (UTC)Mr and Mrs Deacon, of number 16, Flynn Avenue, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't have the time.
Mr Deacon was the employee of a firm called Heineken, which made beers. He was a solidly built man, in possession of less than the usual share of neck. He did, though, have a shock of thick blond hair, and a variety of colourful and desperately humourous ties, all of which, Mrs Deacon assured him, drew attention to the 'vertical lines of his body', whatever they were, and made him look more proportional.
Dudley thought he looked like Boris Johnson. Boris wishes, Sophie'd said.
Sophie Deacon was tall – almost as tall as Dudley – and was the employee of a firm called Warner Brothers, which made films. Sophie worked from home at the moment, and Dudley often complained of the monopoly she had on the sole computer; he missed his video games.
The Deacons had a small daughter called Belinda and in their opinion there was no finer girl anywhere. She had glossy red ringlets, from where Dudley didn't know, but she'd inherited his nose and Sophie's pointed chin.
When Mr and Mrs Deacon woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening. Mr Deacon hummed as he picked out his most ridiculous tie for work (anthromorphic vegetables dancing on clouds, an office staple), and Mrs Deacon cooed to Belinda as she lifted her into her high chair.
None of them noticed a large eagle owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr Deacon picked up his briefcase, pulled Mrs Deacon in with his free arm for a kiss, and tried to kiss Belinda good-bye but missed, because Belinda was now perched on top of the fridge.
Dudley sprang backwards, and he must have gasped or said something because Sophie whirled round, and dropped the postcard she was holding.
“What – did you,” she gestured to Belinda, who was gurgling happily, still clutching a spoon. “our daughter . . . why would you--”
“I didn't put her up there,” he said.
Belinda drummed her heels on the fridge and made a noise that was half squeal, half laugh. When no one else joined in she flapped her chubby arms up and down and narrowed her pale blue eyes at them.
Dudley put down his briefcase.
“Lindie,” he said, frowning.
He placed his hands around her waist and lifted her to Sophie, slowly, carefully. His wife was pale, but she looked a great deal more composed than Dudley supposed he did. Sophie smiled at him a little helplessly, and patted Belinda's back.
“It looks,” she said, “as though this is a job for Uncle Harry.”
It was then that the owl flew back to the window, having circled the house, and tapped on the glass sharply with its beak.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:03 pm (UTC)Fill (drabble)
Date: 2015-10-09 08:33 am (UTC)They all know there was no drawing - that it wasn't fair! - but nobody speaks for her girl. Cowards, all of them.
Then it gets worse.
The new crop of Tributes is an irresistible attraction, they tell her. Taken from their own city, yes, and how ghastly! Terrible business!
But there's no pity as they watch her daughter's struggle to survive
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:05 pm (UTC)Fill: Defying the Odds is Kind Of Our Job - Chuck, Chuck/Sarah, PG
Date: 2012-04-05 07:38 pm (UTC)Sarah is quiet and withdrawn for days, her anger on a hair trigger, and their enemies pay the price. Casey finds himself in the unenviable position of protecting the bad guys from his partner until one day she finally breaks down and allows herself to cry on Chuck's shoulder, certain that if she'd taken more precautions during the pregnancy... if she'd suspected it sooner... things would be different.
It doesn't help to tell her that that's not really how autism works.
Nothing helps, really, until she realizes that - throughout this time, while Chuck has been her rock of support, her cheerleader and her sounding block by turns - Chuck has been quietly breaking down himself.
It's the Intersect's fault, Chuck thinks. Who knows what prolonged exposure to Intersect tech does to a person? And then there's the fact that Chuck is the only one to have ever successfuly run so many Intersect programs for so long. His brain is obviously not normal. He should have thought of that before he and Sarah started having children, Chuck laments.
Neither of them treat little Stephen any differently, except in the ways that he needs to be treated. Sarah digs up all sorts of books on Stephen's condition and Chuck learns not to initiate so much physical contact, not to take it personally when Stephen shies away from his hugs or even becomes upset by them. They talk SPELL and the Lovaas Method with Devon and Ellie and dietary modification with Morgan and Alex.
And, more than anything, they focus on packing Stephen's days with love and fun, while Chuck spends every other night conferring with Ellie about adapting Intersect tech to treat neurological disorders like Stephen's.
"Hey, your Mommy and Daddy have beat way scarier bad guys than this, buddy," Sarah overhears Chuck whispering to their son one night, as he strokes the soft curls on the sleeping boy's head. "We've faced impossible odds and come out on top. In fact, it's kind of our specialty," Chuck says.
And Sarah smile, a little sad but just as in love with her 'impossible' family as ever. Chuck has a point.
If anyone can find a cure for Stephen's unfortunate condition, an Intersect can.
And if he can't... Sarah's learned, there's no one who can provide the love and understanding and patience that Stephen needs like a Bartowski.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-06 12:21 am (UTC)"It's time," Cas said simply. He lowered his chin, fixing his brown eyes on something somewhere in front of him and near to the ground. All Dean saw was grass.
Well, he also saw an autistic man flying a kite a few yards away. Apparently, the 50s called and they wanted their ginormous plastic glasses back.
"What? You mean like it's 5 'o clock somewhere?" Dean joked lamely.
Cas looked vaguely constipated, but otherwise failed to reply.
The constipated look sort of confirmed Dean's suspicion that panting and writhing was nigh. He stuck his hands deep into his pockets and hunkered down. A nice, phallic cigar would've been great. He finally understood why expectant fathers overcompensated during childbirth; seldom had Dean ever felt so useless.
So, yeah. You might say he had some expectations. What Dean didn't expect was for a wee little girl, complete with a polka-dotted dress and twin yellow braids flopped over each shoulder, to appear in a burst of white light. Damn near blinded him, actually. And Cas didn't even break a sweat.
Two pairs of long, blond lashes blinked over two blue eyes. The child stared at Dean. Dean stared back. Cas still looked constipated but, in fairness, when didn't he?
Finally, a gap-toothed grin practically obscured the sun.
"Hi, Daddy!" the girl trilled delightedly. "I've waited and waited. I'm so happy I finally get to meet you!"
Cas smirked. "Your tear ducts are producing excess water droplets," he informed Dean gruffly.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:21 pm (UTC)
Date: 2012-04-05 05:33 pm (UTC)(ex: Trickster Gabriel, Human Anna, wave of celestial intent Cas, or someone in a vessel)
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:36 pm (UTC)Jason gets caught in a spell gone wrong and ends up back in his body/mindset of the day he stole the tires. Alfred and Dick convince Bruce this is his chance to start fresh.
Bonus: This lasts for a few months/years and then a reversal spell is found. How does Jason feel about it time when he's back to normal?
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:41 pm (UTC)He's the best thing they've ever done and they're both terrified of screwing him up like they are. Five times that they considered giving Noah to someone else to make his life better and the one time that others convinced them that they were what was best for him.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:43 pm (UTC)Pennywise (Leverage fill)
Date: 2012-04-08 05:58 am (UTC)But then again, it’s Eliot. And Eliot and kids…the mental image doesn’t really mesh with his tough-guy manner (the Santa job notwithstanding).
Eliot in a clown suit, complete with clown make-up (red foam nose included), size 25 shoes, and a curly neon green, pink, and yellow wig, entertaining a bunch of kids really doesn’t match up with his usual I-can-kill-you-with-my-pinky-finger-and-not-even-sweat-it demeanor.
However, the only thing that is truly unsettling about it is how well he manages the twenty or so children and keeps them from disrupting the con. He’s gruff and says little, as is usual with him, but he’s not scary, not even to the five or so children who had at first started crying at the mere sight of the garishly-garbed hitter. He somehow coaxes them into relaxing, and even laughing at his mimed antics (Hardison doesn’t think they’re that funny), and by the end of the day, they’re the ones who are practically sitting in his lap, completely mesmerized.
It’s all very surreal and weird, up until Eliot kills a couple of henchmen with animal balloons. (Okay, he only knocks them out, but he could have killed them.) Then the world turns right side up again for Hardison.
Now if only Parker would stop talking about a killer horse murdering a clown…Because that’s just wrong.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:46 pm (UTC)When the 10th reunion comes up, everyone isn't so surprised that he's married to Anderson or that he became a name in the fashion industry. Its the fact that they have two kids by Santanna and Brittany that shocks them.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-05 05:49 pm (UTC)No fill yet
Date: 2012-04-05 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: No fill yet
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