Flashback Friday!
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comment_ficGreetings folks! Derek Metaltron for the final day of my run here on Comment Fic. And what better way than get all nosalgic? Yep, today prompts are experiencing Flashbacks! Islands, Smoke Monsters and Polar Bears optional.
Yes, today we're taking our favourite characters back and seeing stuff they got to... well, back then. Whether you're thinking of pre-canon fic, showing out your favourite pairing of character first met or the like, all prompts today need to have some flashback element.
Remember the rules, handily provided through the great deity of Copy and Paste:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
And as always, format your prompts properly as below:
Doctor Who, Amy/Rory, First Day at School Together.
Star Wars, Han Solo, First Smuggling Run.
DCU, Bruce & Thomas Wayne, The Day before That Night.
That's it and thanks for having me! :)
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Derek
Yes, today we're taking our favourite characters back and seeing stuff they got to... well, back then. Whether you're thinking of pre-canon fic, showing out your favourite pairing of character first met or the like, all prompts today need to have some flashback element.
Remember the rules, handily provided through the great deity of Copy and Paste:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
And as always, format your prompts properly as below:
Doctor Who, Amy/Rory, First Day at School Together.
Star Wars, Han Solo, First Smuggling Run.
DCU, Bruce & Thomas Wayne, The Day before That Night.
That's it and thanks for having me! :)
tag=flashback
Derek
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:13 pm (UTC)Fill || Marvel || Wolverine Flashes of the Past
Date: 2012-06-10 01:18 am (UTC)She was younger, her hair shorter and her bangs hung in ringlets around her face. It had to be her, the stark white silver hair, the striking blue eyes and the perfect mocha skin. It had to be her no one but Ororo had such traits. They were in a desert like region on a crowded street lined with people and vendors.
She was pulling him by the wrist through the crowd, her face alive with a bright smile as her eyes danced with excitement. When they stop he cups her face in his hands and…
…gone just like every other damn memory from his past.
Regardless, it was something, but was that something real? Was it planted there like so many others? Was it wishful thinking, clouded by recent feelings, sprinkled over a shattered past?
There was only one way to know and he couldn’t think of anything more pleasing to track down than a Windrider.
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:17 pm (UTC)FILLED: Not as expected
Date: 2012-06-11 10:34 am (UTC)He had started exactly like the Pizzaman in the movie.
Just that Meg hadn't reacted anything like the Babysitter.
Had he done something wrong?
Cas went to everything again in his mind:
Grabbing Meg -check
Pushing her against nearest surface -check
Meeting her mouth with his mouth -check
Engaging her tongue with his tongue -check
Touching her constantly -check
Hm, should he have commented on her slightly sulphury aftertaste? He hadn't thought it necessarry with her being a demon, she would be aware of that.
Perhaps it wasn't a demon-specific taste but one belonging to Meg.
Castiel was unsure, he hadn't kissed Crowley for his deal with him.
He would have to ask Dean. The human had kissed more than one crossroads demon, he would know.
His mind went to the scene in the movie where the Pizzaman slapped the Babysitter. It would have been fitting to recreate that scene.
Suddenly the angel was sorry they didn't have enough time.
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-08 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-08 05:30 pm (UTC)No fill... yet
Date: 2012-06-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:33 pm (UTC)no fic yet
Date: 2012-08-19 10:16 pm (UTC)Do you want the first meeting when they're kids... or would their first meeting as Winter Soldier vs Captain America work?
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:35 pm (UTC)mute my screams with your poisoned lips 1/2
Date: 2012-06-13 08:27 pm (UTC)Spoilers for both seasons.
Takes place during Season 3. Jenna's back in Rosewood.
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mute my screams with your poisoned lips | Toby/Jenna | PG-13 | 1215 words
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“I’ll see you after school,” Spencer says, leaning in to kiss Toby. He wraps his hands around her waist, her lips warm against his.
“See you,” he whispers huskily. He’s pleased to feel an excited shiver run down his girlfriend’s back.
Spencer lets out a moan. “God, Toby, I have a biology test next period. Are you trying to make me flunk or something?”
“Come over after school, Spence, and I’ll give you a biology lesson you’ll never forget.”
Spencer smirks, trailing a finger down his bicep. “I’m holding you on that one.” With a toss of her hair, she stalks into the school building, leaving Toby staring wistfully at her swinging hips.
Grinning, Toby whirls around to walk back to the parking lot when he crashes straight into none other Jenna Marshall.
His breath catches in his throat, but he decides not to say anything. He’s just going to sidestep her and keep walking and pretend that –
“Toby?”
Sometimes he has this eerie feeling she isn’t as blind as she appears to be.
There’s no escaping now.
“Jenna,” he replies. A pause. “So…I hear you came back a couple weeks ago.”
“Didn’t think you could leave me out of the fun, did you?”
Toby breathes out in frustration. “Jenna, I don’t…what I mean is, stay out of trouble –”
“What you mean is, don’t get your pretty little girlfriend and all her girlfriends into trouble?”
Toby’s face darkens. “Yeah. Something like that.”
Jenna smirks, the cruel twist of her lips sending an inexplicable shiver down his spine. Her voice is dangerously low when she speaks. “Don’t you worry. I’ve found…better things to do with my time.”
She moves to walk past him, but Toby grabs her wrist. “Wait.”
She spins around slowly to face him, raising her eyebrows questioningly.
“How’d you know?” Toby asks.
“I know a lot of things. You’ll have to be more specific than that.”
“How’d you know it was me when I bumped into you?” Toby snaps.
Her lips twist up in condescending amusement. “I felt your belt.” She reaches out to caress the worn leather. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten, either, the first time I gave you that.” She leans in, her breath hot on his neck. “Girlfriend or not, you’ll never forget. And I’ll never let you.”
And with that, she’s gone.
Toby stands there, dumbstruck. Students brush past him, the occasional brat tossing him a curious glance, but he is mostly left alone. He almost wishes he wasn’t, so that he could forget whatever Jenna had said. But she meant her promises, and she would never let him forget.
…..
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-08 05:40 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Wanted, Clint + author’s choice, Clint spent some time with The Fraternity
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:41 pm (UTC)Sherlock (BBC)/Inception, author's choice, Eames used to work for Mycroft
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:42 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, I have known time and distance, but not why I am here
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Date: 2012-06-08 07:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:43 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, Leonardo’s student
Happy Sleep, Happy Death (1/2)
Date: 2012-06-10 12:00 pm (UTC)- Leonardo da Vinci
His rules of survival were simple.
‘Never let the mask slip’ was both one of the hardest and easiest to follow. Easy, because it was automatic by now, but then surprises always had the annoying habit of popping up in the least expected of places.
He was in Switzerland, chasing after a rare manuscript purported to be hidden away in some private collection. If it turned out to be one of his, well, he’d deal with it then, but right now Adam Pierson was granted access (by virtue of a friend of a friend of his old mentor at the Academy) to this obscure text previously thought to exist only in rumor (he could relate to that), to conduct research in his own, equally obscure, area of expertise.
Upon arrival he was introduced to Mr. Julian Fohn, a man of average height and slicked back dark hair, graying around the temples. He was everything one would expect from a Swiss private collector, down to the three piece suit, cufflinks, and expensive watch. Methos was led to the secure vault, past the security guards (poorly repressed grin of academia-nerd joy firmly in place – nothing suspicious to see here, no need to look too closely), and into the viewing room.
It was somewhat of a joke in the fine art world that all art of value eventually ended up in Switzerland.
The portrait was the first thing he saw.
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He loved Italy, or more accurately, the endless procession of balmy Italian summer days.
Inside however, the workshop was stiflingly hot. But the paintbrush in his hand was more important than mere discomfort and he had a lifetime of lifetimes to perfect his ability to ignore such distractions.
A hand came to rest on his shoulder. Another on the brush, covering his own hand.
“No.” It was the master himself. “You must layer the paint more, build it up so that it speaks for itself. The brushstrokes should not do all the work.” He tugged at the brush and Methos immediately relinquished it. He’d come here to learn, after all. To create.
After successive failures, he eventually decided to try another medium. Perhaps he’d be more successful with vellum.
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“Mr. Pierson? The volume is this way.”
So caught up was he in the memories that he nearly replied in Swiss-German, an automatic response to his host’s accent. The past was the past, he scolded himself firmly. Head in the game.
“Yes, of course.” He nodded to the masterpiece that had captured his attention. “Beautiful piece.”
“It’s a Da Vinci,” was the proud response. “The only surviving work of his done on vellum.”
Inside, Methos smirked. The collector was only half right.
He turned his back on the piece, a child (a woman back then, he reminded himself), hair pulled back and sitting with quiet dignity.
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She was the illegitimate daughter of Italian nobility. In person, she was nothing overly special. Pretty, yes; pleasant, yes. It was when he drew her that she became alive to him.
“This is good. Her proportions in particular. Perfect.”
“I have a passing interest in anatomy,” he responded with no little amusement.
Leonardo smiled. “More than just in passing, if this is any indication.”
He resisted the urge to shock his mentor with the truth that his knowledge of the human form came from countless identities as a doctor, a nurse, a medic. He’d seen Leonardo’s sketches of the body, and was tempted to offer his thoughts, on the dissection works in particular. But in the end, self-preservation won out.
Instead he inclined his head, merely a student delighted at praise from a great master. He didn’t have to fake it. Sometimes the mortals burned so bright it almost hurt.
“How would you feel about expanding your studies into the realm of science?”
“I would be honored.”
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:44 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos + Byron, mad, bad, and dangerous to know
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Date: 2012-06-08 05:48 pm (UTC)In My Time of Dying, PG-13 (Character Death)
Date: 2012-06-10 12:30 am (UTC)He can tell by the fact he is getting harder to breathe and the room is getting colder. But he is at peace with it. He had been scoping over his life the good and the shitty. But he decides to have one final thought.
It is of Elizabeth, the woman he loved was taken away from him by cruel fate. There was no closure. No body to burry, all he has left are memories, her beauty, her charm and the way she was able to make him so happy. It is the night he first made love to her. How whole he felt to have their bodies united as one.
"I'll see ya soon," He says.
And he closes his eyes for the last time when he opens them the first thing he sees is Elizabeth...as beautiful as she ever was.
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Date: 2012-06-12 07:14 pm (UTC)http://carinascott.livejournal.com/57766.html
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