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classics_lover. I will be this week's Evil Overlord guest host.
Today being a wet, miserable Monday, we need something to lift our spirits, and so I bring you today's theme: Kid!fic
That means you can de-age your favourite characters, you can give them kids - be they random abandoned-or-lost!kids or their own flesh and blood. You can go back in time with your prompts to find out what so-and-so was like as a kid (hell, I'll even accept preg!fics if that's what you guys want to do).
There are a few Rules, however (although I'm sure ye know them by now), which are:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And kindly remember the codemonkeys when prompting, and use this format:
fandom(s), character(s), prompt
Have fun, and here's a few examples to get you going:
Assassin's Creed, Ezio + Federico + Claudia, the wee!Auditores playing pranks and getting into trouble.
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, "I bet you were spoiled rotten when you were a kid."
Merlin, Merlin + any Knight(s), a spell goes awry and now *any Knight* is ten years old - and a mischievious brat at that.
Avengers Movieverse, Loki + Avengers, Loki's newest magical attack has de-aged several Avengers - and now they all want to cuddle Loki like a giant teddy bear.
Torchwood, any or ensemble, "We are *not* a daycare centre!"
[theme tag="kid!fic"]
classics_lover. I will be this week's Today being a wet, miserable Monday, we need something to lift our spirits, and so I bring you today's theme: Kid!fic
That means you can de-age your favourite characters, you can give them kids - be they random abandoned-or-lost!kids or their own flesh and blood. You can go back in time with your prompts to find out what so-and-so was like as a kid (hell, I'll even accept preg!fics if that's what you guys want to do).
There are a few Rules, however (although I'm sure ye know them by now), which are:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And kindly remember the codemonkeys when prompting, and use this format:
fandom(s), character(s), prompt
Have fun, and here's a few examples to get you going:
Assassin's Creed, Ezio + Federico + Claudia, the wee!Auditores playing pranks and getting into trouble.
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, "I bet you were spoiled rotten when you were a kid."
Merlin, Merlin + any Knight(s), a spell goes awry and now *any Knight* is ten years old - and a mischievious brat at that.
Avengers Movieverse, Loki + Avengers, Loki's newest magical attack has de-aged several Avengers - and now they all want to cuddle Loki like a giant teddy bear.
Torchwood, any or ensemble, "We are *not* a daycare centre!"
[theme tag="kid!fic"]
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Date: 2012-10-16 12:02 am (UTC)"But you were the favourite. I bet you were." Jack teased his half-dressed lover, snapping the band of his briefs.
"For my mum, maybe. Not my tad. I never fit into the mold of what a son should be. Though I reckon my mum only liked me as much as she did was because she wasn't all there and she saw me as her fluffy little cream puff that she could hold and squeeze." Ianto's tone turned serious as he looked away from Jack.
"You were a Chubby when you were a kid?" Jack tried not to laugh, but even the appearance of a laugh earned the immortal a sharp wrap to the back of the head.
"Yes. I was a bit overweight!" Ianto gritted his teeth, cursing in Welsh under his breath.
"But you are totaly hot now and it's my job now spoil you rotten." Jack was a ball of energy with a new gameplan. And it was titled Spoil And Pamper Ianto Jones Week.
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Date: 2012-10-15 10:15 pm (UTC)No fill...yet.
Date: 2012-10-16 01:37 am (UTC)And now, a mini-fill
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Date: 2012-10-15 10:45 pm (UTC)Fill: Avengers, Steve/Tony, Be Nice
Date: 2012-10-16 01:01 am (UTC)Tony tossed his wallet, keys and briefcase onto the counter as he headed straight for his liquor. As he poured a glass of brandy he heard a high pitched giggle that did not belong in Tony Stark’s penthouse. Slowly, oh so slowly because he didn’t want to admit to what he heard, Tony turned around and saw a small child running around the living room. He set the bottle of brandy down with a thunk as he tried to process the scenario, but just when he started, Steve came running after the little girl sending her off across the living room with another squealing giggle.
“Steve,” Tony said.
“Welcome home,” Steve replied. He caught the little girl and picked her up.
“When did we get a kid?” Tony asked.
“A couple hours ago,” Steve said. “She needs a place to stay until we figure out what happened to her parents. She likes me so I volunteered to take her home.”
“No one else could take care of her?” Tony asked.
“She likes me best and we’d rather not traumatize her further,” Steve said. “Do you have a problem?”
“I just don’t see how I’m supposed to enjoy the fact that you’re home early if there is a small child tearing around the place,” Tony replied. “And I was hoping to just drink a lot and go to bed.”
Steve walked over and set the girl on the counter. “She’s staying with us. Be nice.”
Tony decided that he would crash S.H.I.E.L.D.’s servers at the next available opportunity as payback for encouraging Steve to take care of a child. Not only was he now not going to get to enjoy a quiet evening at home, he also wasn’t going to get laid and that was just a huge problem. Then the little girl reached out, pressed her hand to his goatee, giggled and fell back into Steve’s chest and Tony felt a little less troubled by the concept. He would still crash the servers, though. That wasn’t negotiable.
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Date: 2012-10-25 02:41 am (UTC)Sophie tried to talk him into handing her over to the police, to social workers, a foster family, anything - it was dangerous for a little kid to hang around. And while they were all criminals, it was kidnapping, she insisted, and that was just wrong. It was too dangerous. A child needed parents, she'd said. You can't just take a kid off the streets.
Parker had overheard them talking and promptly climbed up into the rafters of HQ, refusing to come down even after Nate promised her they wouldn't send her away. Sophie had a shoe thrown at her when it was her turn to try, and when Hardison tried she'd blown raspberries at him until he gave up.
Wide, suspicious eyes stared down at Eliot, who stared straight back up at Parker without blinking. Quite foolin' around, he'd said. He was the only one she thought could physically come get her, so she just wrapped her arms tighter around the wide beam, terrified they'd take her away. After a minute or two, he'd left with a sigh. It was an hour later when she was practising her balance on the narrower parts, that he came back.
There was a glass in his hand. It was one of those tall, graceful milkshake glasses, like she'd seen through the windows of fancy diners. The inside was layered white, brown and darker brown. It looked like it could be good, and she sat down on the support beam to look down at him. At some point in the evening, she'd gotten hungry.
Brownie Tiramisu, he'd told her, putting the cup on the top railing of the stairs, and then backing away to the first landing. It's yours, if you come down. He must have seen her suspicion, and her confusion. Chocolate, Parker. And whip cream. And brownies. You'll like it.
That got her halfway down, where she perched uncertainly on the picture railing, one hand against the vertical beam, balancing herself. I wouldn't go to all the effort if you weren't sticking around, he'd said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. But I might just eat it myself if you don't hurry up. Cream's melting.
The next time Nate's wristwatch went missing, Eliot made a chocolate mousse loaf with a raspberry puree and the watch magically appeared on the table, right beside Parker's plate.
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Date: 2012-10-15 11:14 pm (UTC)Mini-Fill: In which I totally took the easy way out
Date: 2012-10-16 02:13 am (UTC)But he couldn't get over the slight. Being defeated in a battle was one thing. Being tossed around like a ragdoll was another. And then those words. Loki suffered enough snide comments about his lanky build in Asgard. He would not suffer insults from a primitive beast. Thus, he dedicated himself to research first.
Bruce and Tony were taking break from the research. While Tony was fixing himself a drink, Bruce stood in the centre of the room, shaking his head. Having to explain again and again why alcohol and The Other Guy don’t mix was exasperating.
Then there was a shimmer of greenish light and Bruce disappeared.
The bottle dropped from Tony’s slack grip.
The pile of clothes that occupied the place where Bruce stood shifted.
Tony tentatively moved to step around the counter, preparing to suit up.
The pile stirred some more and out poked a small head with messy hair and bright dark eyes.
Tony froze.
The eyes in the small head blinked. Then they looked around.
And then the small head became green and more angular.
There was another shimmer of green light and Loki appeared, grinning gleefully. He poked the Mini-Hulk’s head and asked, “Who’s puny now, dull creature?”
Mini-Hulk grabbed the finger and swung Loki around by it. Then he let go. The momentum sent the god crashing through the window.
Then Mini-Hulk started wailing. In a disturbingly deep voice.
For all his eloquence, Tony Stark could say only one thing about the situation.
“Fuck.”
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Date: 2012-10-15 11:28 pm (UTC)Fill: Wicked Stepmom Tony Stark [1/2]
Date: 2012-10-16 11:42 am (UTC)Tony stares at the child sitting opposite him. Narfi stares back, an expression of boredom on his pale face as his cheek rests on his fist.
“Aren’t you a bit young to know about that sort of thing?” Narfi sneers and the look forcefully reminds Tony that this is Loki’s son. The engineer huffs and says, “Alright, fine, yeah – Loki and I have slept together.”
“And you were able to satisfy him?”
Tony doesn’t even try to stop his self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, he was more than just satisfied with my performance.”
“I highly doubt that,” Narfi replies, casting a disparaging glance over Tony.
“If you didn’t look like a cooler version of Harry Potter back when he was still living in that shitty cupboard under the stairs, I’d offer to prove you wrong. But you’re a kid, and paedophilia is so Dark Ages, so I’m just going to pretend you didn’t say such a hurtful thing.”
Narfi glares, clearly struggling to keep up with his references. “You’re a mortal. You’re puny and fragile and weak. I don’t understand why Father would demean himself by pretending at a relationship with you.”
“Didn’t you hear? Getting with a mortal is the in thing to do ever since Thunder Pants hooked up with his sexy astrophysicist.”
Narfi rolls his eyes. “If you are referring to my uncle then that is an entirely different matter. Their relationship will not last. Not unless the mortal will be satisfied as a concubine, forced to sit silently and watch as an Asgardian woman carries the future heir in her womb, well aware of exactly how the seeds of life were planted within her.”
“Well aren’t you just a barrel of sunshine.”
The kid shrugs. “If my uncle is to take the throne of Asgard he must marry an Asgardian of good standing; that is the law. Unless he is willing to abandon his family and his duty he will leave the mortal wench when she grows old and no longer amuses him.”
“For your sake I hope you never meet Agent Hill. She’d slap that misogynistic crap right out of you, even if you are just a kid.”
“She wouldn’t dare lay a hand on a prince of Asgard.”
Tony throws his head back and laughs. “Oh kid, you really don’t know anything about Earth women do you?”
Narfi forces a sneer to hide the fact he is unsettled by Tony’s outburst. “Such arrogance from such lowly creatures.”
Tony sighs and glances at his watch. He wishes Loki would hurry back so that he can leave this conversation with the god’s eldest son.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you?”
“There’s no need to apologise, I know you can’t help being an uppity brat,” Tony replies with a grin that is all teeth and fake politeness – it’s the grin he often wears when he’s forced to meet with government officials and other assholes he doesn’t have time for.
“You would dare-” Narfi snarls, sitting up straight and glaring like a champ, only to be interrupted by Tony.
“Of course I would dare. I’m Tony Stark – I made dick jokes to your dear dad back when he was murderously crazy and I was wearing no more armour than I am now. I’ve told politicians and spies and generals where they can stick all the bull crap they’re constantly trying to feed me because, for some unknown reason, they think I’m a moron – even though I have about five PhDs. I’m not someone who lets himself be bullied or bossed about by aliens calling themselves gods, so don’t even try it Pipsqueak. If you can’t be civil or, more importantly, interesting then shut up and drink your milkshake until your dad gets back from wherever the hell he’s gone with your brother. Then you can go cry to him about how much of an asshole I’ve been and I can laugh when he tells you that you probably deserved it – because Loki knows me and he knows that the reason most people think I’m an asshole is because I tell them the unadulterated truth and they just can’t handle it. Or do you disagree that that’s what’s happened here?”
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