MONDAY: STARTING OVER
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carinascott and today's theme is STARTING OVER.
And the rules are still the same:
-No more than 5 prompts in a row.
-No more than 3 prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in the prompts.
-If your fill does contain spoilers warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get you started:
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, a fresh start
Avengers, Coulson, First day of physical therapy
Avengers, Clint (past Clint/Coulson), settling down in a new city after the battle in New York.
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Happy writing!
carinascott and today's theme is STARTING OVER.And the rules are still the same:
-No more than 5 prompts in a row.
-No more than 3 prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in the prompts.
-If your fill does contain spoilers warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get you started:
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, a fresh start
Avengers, Coulson, First day of physical therapy
Avengers, Clint (past Clint/Coulson), settling down in a new city after the battle in New York.
None of today's prompt tempting your muse? Visit the lonely prompt archive and put a smile on someone's face!
Happy writing!
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Date: 2013-02-04 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 10:34 am (UTC)Determination
Date: 2013-02-04 06:42 pm (UTC)He dreaded physical therapy as much as he looked forward to it.
He walked the length of the parallel bars and back with pure determination. It took everything he had in reserve to pull the light resistance band with his left hand and by the time he hit ten his muscles were shaking and he felt like he'd run a marathon.
When he was back in bed, he pulled out the stupid stress ball he'd pocketed and slowly began to squeeze it. He was wrung out from his session but he wasn't about to quit and after his nap he was going to do his own work to strengthen his arm. He was determined. The sooner he got back to normal, the sooner he got back where he belonged
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Date: 2013-02-04 10:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 10:49 am (UTC)Filled; The History of London - Torchwood - PG
Date: 2013-02-04 07:52 pm (UTC)----
'London never changes,' Jack thinks, as he walks in the torrential downpour, Owen, Toshiko, and Suzie at his side. He sees the body in the distance, surrounded by worklights, then glances over to the nearby street corner. He smiles, thinking about the moment he'd met Alice's mother all those years ago - on that same corner - as she misstepped from the curb and almost tumbled into traffic. That's a ghost Jack feels often, just out of his reach.
He leads his team to the body, then looks around. The constable that was standing just off to the side of the Torchwood SUV is missing, but Jack knows she's close. He looks up into the carpark, spotting her a couple of floors up, nodding to her.
Thinking back, he lets the historical landscapes of London flow from his mind, trying to remember what was there before the carpark. Movies... There was a cinema there back in the 40s, taken out by the Luftwaffe during the early days of World War II. He'd taken Clark there, but doesn't remember what movie was playing. He just remembers sitting in a secluded section of the back, Clark's fingers darting out, touching during the darkest parts of the film, and a kiss stolen as the reels were changed on the projector. He'd lost Clark later that night, taken from him by a German bomb before they could even spend a full night together.
Glancing back, he has to dig deep into his memory, but there's something... "Collette..." he says quietly, a muted, painful smile passing quickly on his face. He'd lost her in the great London fire of 1666, though she'd already been showing signs of the plague. Still, it'd doubly hurt when he lost her, since she'd just confided to him that she was carrying his child. Her loss haunted him every time he saw a newborn, and he'd promised himself to never get that close to another person ever again.
London, the eternal city. It never changes.
He turns his attention back to the situation at hand, the passing thought of Collette and her pregnancy flashing through his mind. As he opens his mouth, a drop of rain dances on his lip, bringing a familiar taste to mind. He smiles, then says, "Estrogen..."
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Date: 2013-02-04 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 11:01 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV) - future!fic, mentions of character death&violence
Date: 2013-02-07 03:41 pm (UTC)(So, I haven't actually seen season 2 yet but I've read A LOT of fic.)
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He leaves Beacon Hills the day they bury his father and he never goes back.
.
Scott tries calling him. So do Allison, Lydia and Danny; even Isaac, a few times. They all leave voicemails.
Derek doesn't.
.
Honestly, a part of him had always known it would come to this.
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He settles in Pittsburgh because it's where the engine falls out of his jeep. He applies to NSU and from there goes to Pitt, where does a variety of things before settling on history.
Those who don't understand the past are doomed to repeat it.
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One of his professors is a werewolf. Three of his peers are witches. Five of the people in his undergrad dorm were shifters of some kind.
All of them avoided him and would not have been able to articulate why, but he knew.
Blood leaves a stain and it never washes out.
.
In his dreams, wolves howl. oh, little red, they call, won’t you come out tonight? it’s such a brilliant moon.
Sparks cause fires. Fires burn.
Blood stains.
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Pack is family. Family dies.
He studies and he learns and he ignores the moon.
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He graduates in the spring and moves on.
A dozen people breathe easier and will never be able to explain why.
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He sticks to the east coast for awhile, from Florida to Maine and back. He lives on the edge of society like a scavenger, and he ignores the moon and he ignores the spark, and while a few humans try messing with him, nothing else does.
Blood stains. So does the stench of fire.
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The wind whispers, sometimes, about the Hale pack. It’s growing. Stronger and steadier. Like it was before the fire. The wind whispers about the Argents, too, the greatest hunters and one of the oldest names in the world. The matriarch, they say, she’s mated to a wolf. The matriarch, they say, is more dangerous than any hunter in two hundred years.
But the Hale pack, they say, is blessed. Nothing goes to Beacon Hills looking for trouble. Not anymore. Not since the blood, and not since the fire.
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Once he’s walked every inch of the Atlantic coast, he turns towards the Gulf. He stands in hurricanes but it doesn’t wash away the blood.
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Magic is in the blood, and so is lightning.
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He doesn’t set foot in California. The pack closest to the state line sniffs him out but doesn’t approach. He skirts the line the whole way to Oregon and then trails the Pacific up through Washington and follows the Canadian border all the way back to Maine.
Then he starts over, this time crisscrossing the heart of the country.
.
This isn’t the life he thought he’d have, all those years ago, when he dragged Scott into the woods.
This isn’t the life he thought he’d have, all those years ago, when his father tried to help him and ended up dead in his place.
This isn’t the life he wanted, but it is what he has.
.
The Hale pack, they say, can’t be wounded.
The Argents, they say, have allied with the wolves.
little red, wolves howled once, come dance in moonlight with us.
Sheriff Stilinski died a hero saving his son’s life. The son vanished; no one knows what happened to the boy, but it’s such a shame, isn’t it, that a hero died instead.
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Blood stains until nothing else can show. Sparks burn until ashes remain.
He can’t go home. He won’t die.
Nothing touches him and he survives.
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He leaves Beacon Hills the day they bury his father and he never goes back. Once he gets tired of the States, he goes north and then south, all the way to Cape Horn.
Then he goes east to Africa because he’s got nothing but time.
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Date: 2013-02-04 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:28 pm (UTC)Fill: So Long, Sunshine (RPS, Dean McDermott/Johnny Weir, PG)
Date: 2013-02-07 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:29 pm (UTC)To Begin Again
Date: 2013-02-05 01:18 am (UTC)That is when Jack saw the figure, huddled in the corner like a scared animal. The gun dangled in the creature's hand as its sobs became more audible. It reminded Jack of a child who lost their way in the world, crying for it's mum. That was exactly what it was, barely twenty-three and already been through more pain and suffering than most could even imagine.
Jack rose from the floor, rubbing the spot between his eyes where the bullet had ripped through. Bullet wounds always itched after they healed.
"You watched me suffer and die. Are you happy now?" Jack disarmed Ianto, tossing the gun away. Jack knew this had to happen in order for him to atone for his role in Canary Wharf and to allow Ianto to begin the healing process.
Ianto looked up, his fact blotched red from crying. He did not believe what he was seeing. He had watched as Jack breathed his last breath and his eyes glaze over as life vanished from his body. Another life destroyed by Torchwood.
"What are you?" Ianto scrambled to get away, but there is no place a man backed into a corner could go.
"I forgive you," Jack gathered the distraught Welshman into his arms and rocked Ianto until his energy was spent. "I'm sorry," he whispered once the crying stopped.
Just like a phoenix rising from the ashes, death can bring new life.
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Date: 2013-02-04 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-04 02:27 pm (UTC)Fill [Pretty Little Liars, Spencer/Toby]
Date: 2013-02-06 09:48 pm (UTC)Spencer clenched A's key with such strength that its' teeth sinked into her palm and caused a minor injury she'd worry about later. A sepulture was before her and the whole mausoleum seemed to fade into nothing as she stared at the name on it.
Cavanaugh
She suddenly wished the name before that was Toby instead of Marion, his deceased mother. Without really realizing it, she had raised the object that exposed the truth of him and started carving on the stone.
The one who was dead to her was Toby Cavanaugh, the Toby she once knew and loved, and he had been killed by this new person she had no memory of.
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Date: 2013-02-04 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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