TUESDAY: MISSED OPPORTUNITIES
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carinascott and today's theme is MISSED OPPORTUNITIES.
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:
Avengers, Steve/Bucky, Bucky always made it clear that he wanted Steve, but Steve was too shy to take him up on his offer. Now Bucky was dead, and all Steve was left with was regret.
Avengers, Howard & Tony, Tony's last conversation with his father ended in an argument. He never had a chance to take those final words back.
Avengers, onesidedClint/Coulson, Clint never had the chance to tell Coulson how much he respected him, how much he loved him; now he never would
None of today's prompt tempting your muse? Visit the lonely prompt archive and put a smile on someone's face!
Happy writing!
carinascott and today's theme is MISSED OPPORTUNITIES.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:
Avengers, Steve/Bucky, Bucky always made it clear that he wanted Steve, but Steve was too shy to take him up on his offer. Now Bucky was dead, and all Steve was left with was regret.
Avengers, Howard & Tony, Tony's last conversation with his father ended in an argument. He never had a chance to take those final words back.
Avengers, onesidedClint/Coulson, Clint never had the chance to tell Coulson how much he respected him, how much he loved him; now he never would
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: 2013-02-05 11:14 am (UTC)Three Little Words (I didn't say)
Date: 2013-02-05 08:13 pm (UTC)The prodigy of the Senju, Hashirama, stares back. He is the only one who has ever matched Madara, and the Uchiha can't help but hate him that much more because there is a younger brother standing at Hashirama's side. Madara feels Izuna's absence more than ever.
Scant years later, Madara is shaking his (counterpart? equal? mirror?) friend's hand before the gates of the newly founded Konoha. He can scarcely believe all that has happened since the days of their clans' enmity - had he been asked back then if he thought the Uchiha would ever ally themselves with the Senju, Madara would have laughed before killing theasker for ththeir insolence.
"I am glad you're here, my friend," Hashirama says, smiling wide enough to almost split his face.
Madara bites back on the I love you that threatens to spill past his lips. There will be time enough for those declarations later, when the village has been more firmly established. There are yet enemies about, watching this strange, fragile creation for any weakness.
A few months later, an envoy from the Uzumaki clan, founders of a similar hidden village in Wave Country, arrives in Konoha. Uzumaki Mito is among them.
Madara bites back his foolish, weak feelings until he can taste copper on his tongue.
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Obito could have kissed Nohara Rin that first day, when she handed him his paperwork. Except girls were still kind of gross back then, pretty but alien, so he settled for grinning at her and yelling his thanks as he ran to speak with his cousins.
There are other girls in his class, of course. Prettier, with brightly coloured hair and seemingly sweet words, but Obito never spares them more than a glance. He likes Rin's soft brown hair, her gentle smiles and the high-pitched giggle she makes when she's surprised or nervous.
And then they get put on a genin squad with Hatake Kakashi, the prodigy of the generation. He's already a chunin at that point of course, and a total stuck up asshole about it to boot. Obito doesn't like him, and how he takes up Rin's attention - it's OK that she likes someone else (Obito's willing and ready to do anything to earn hwe affection) but did it have to be Kakashi?
He doesn't say "I love you," when she wraps his hand after an embarrassing shuriken accident, because he doesn't quite know what love means yet, and they have their whole lives ahead of them. They've only just made chunin, there's still jounin and then Obito ill become Hokage and Rin will be the best medic nin and he supposes Kakashi can be the head of ANBU.
Except the only one of them who makes it to adulthood is Kakashi.
Obito does whisper, "I love you," as the cave collapses around them (well, just him) but he doesn't think Rin hears him.
Then he wakes up with half a body and one eye and all the hope in the world threatening to burst out of his chest. He will come back and then he and Rin and Kakashi will be a team again.
He comes back and Kakashi has killed Rin and bitterness chokes him, rage and grief obscuring his confusion (because why would Kakashi-?!) and he falls.
Obito will make up for his lost time even if he has to burn the whole world to do it.
(Itachi and possibly Sasuke sections to come later, I'm just typing this up on my crappy phone before class! :) please forgive any stupid errors that have probably resulted lol)
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Date: 2013-02-05 08:50 pm (UTC)There's a man with Damon out on the dock. Jeremy's too far away to tell who it is--he only knows it's not Matt. He wonders if it's Klaus again, and if there's anything he should (or even could) do about that.
As he gets closer, he can make out more details. It's not too long till he realizes it's Alaric, and his breath catches. He steps onto the dock, and both of them turn to look at him at once. Alaric holds a finger to his lips just as Damon asks, "Ready to do some actual work?"
Jeremy sighs. "I'll be right behind you." Damon gives him a weird look, but turns to head back to the area they'd designated for sparring.
Alaric watches him go. "I really wish I could be here," he says.
"Me too," Jeremy says, quietly.
Alaric smiles. "You know the crazy part? I'm pretty sure I know exactly what I need to do to move on, but as frustrating as it is to have to sit and watch you guys go through all this, I'm just not ready to leave yet."
Jeremy looks away, out over the water, blinks hard. "But you'll let me know? You know, if I can help?"
"I will," Alaric says. "Now, you ready to go get your ass kicked again?"
"Shut up," Jeremy says, and laughs for what feels like the first time in forever.
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Alaric watches Jeremy fight with Damon again (briefly) and then sits near Damon as they both watch Jeremy fight with Matt. He aches to reach out and touch him, but there's nothing solid for him anymore. That's the problem. If he were corporeal, or even just visible to Damon, he'd say it himself, what should have been his deathbed confession. Hell, Damon had even apologized. The least Ric could've done was be honest.
But now, he'd have to say it through Jeremy. It gives him an excuse to stay, until he's ready. Most days, Alaric can convince himself that that's enough.
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Date: 2013-02-05 12:31 pm (UTC)(Please no spoilers for Cold Days.)
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Date: 2014-10-19 11:56 pm (UTC)Daniel has been so attentive these last weeks, showing Betty around London and helping her acclimate. But he's not doing it out of friendship only, is he?
"I'm not dating you," Betty blurts out during dessert, trying not to fidget. He looks hurt, so Betty continues, "I mean, I don't want to date. Anybody. At all."
Daniel relaxes. "Okay..."
"I mean. New city, new job, new life. I need..."
"Space," he says.
Betty nods, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
"Hey, we're friends first." He smiles. "But if you change your mind..."
She smiles back. "You're first in line, promise."
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Date: 2013-02-05 03:39 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt + author’s choice, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. (Richard Siken)
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Date: 2013-02-05 03:42 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki + author’s choice, “Do you know what happens to someone who is never given the chance of redemption? They’re never redeemed.”
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Date: 2013-02-05 03:42 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki, However strong your armies may be, you will always need the favour of the inhabitants to take possession of a province.
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Date: 2013-02-05 03:43 pm (UTC)The Dark Knight trilogy, Bane, Selina Kyle was a few minutes late
"The Fire" R, warning for violence/character death. 1/2
Date: 2013-02-05 11:27 pm (UTC)Bruce was in pain.
Bane shoved the shotgun into his face. "We both know I need to kill you now." Bane said.
Bruce knew it. He had to put his faith in Gordon. Some how, there had to be some way. But he'd never know.
Bane pulled the trigger. The shotgun boomed and Bruce Wayne's face was destroyed in an explosion of red.
It was done. Batman was dead. He had risen impossibly from the pit but ultimately Band had achieved victory. He reloaded the weapon. Aimed at the ruined head and fired again. The noise was satisfying.
Selina accelerated hard. She was heading straight for the worst of the brawling. Batman would be right there no doubt about it.
Talia's convoy of Tumblers surrounded the big black truck containing the bomb. The vehicle she was in was right behind the truck while one flanked on either side. It was secure.
Jim Gordon was in the back of that very truck. So was the bomb. The instrument of liberation Bane had called it. The tool of terror he had used to take the city under his insane control. On the timer there was nine minutes left. Nine minutes seemed like a very very short time. Despite the odds, the lack of time, he still had hope. He believed that the Batman would still save them.
John Blake stepped forward. He had to get across the bridge. He had to make them see.
"Your orders are out of date!" He shouted to the idiot who refused to listen, keeping the bridge blocked and preventing the evacuation of the city. "The situation's changed! Listen, I'm a cop like you. And I'm walking out there. Please, don't shoot me."
Blake prayed that he had judged this right but he had no choice. He had to convince this man to let him and the kids through. This bridge had to be open. He walked forward. At any moment he was waiting for the sound of a gun and the pain of a bullet.
Bane paced. He waited for the fire. He reflected on his victory. Batman was gone. His work was done.
They opened fire. Bullets ricocheted at his feet. The faces of the men shooting at him were cold, impassive.
Blake kept walking. He stayed true.
Then it was over. The blast shook him to the core of his being. There was fire and smoke and then it was over. They'd done it. The bastards had blown the bridge. It was over. There was no escape. They weren't going to escape.
Lucius Fox quickly made his way to the reactor. He reached the control console. Somewhere out there he hoped Bruce was on his way with the bomb. Reconnecting it was the only hope of saving the city, he had to make sure everything was ready when he got here. There was only minutes left.
"Oh no."
Somehow, and he had no idea how, Bane had prepared for this. The emergency flood was engaging. The alarms blared and all that was left to do was run.
Selina gunned the bike, roaring up the steps of City Hall. She crashed through the doors and then stopped.
"Oh god," she put her hand to her mouth.
"No god. Just me." Bane kicked the lifeless body of Batman in the side. He nodded to her. "I see you decided to join him after all."
There was no doubt he was dead. There was very little left of his head.
"How long?"
"Not long," Bane replied. "Minutes."
Selina dismounted the bike. So it was over. Hope was lost. She wished she had just got the hell out of the city. But it was too late now. There was no way she was going to out run a nuclear explosion.
"Why?"
"Because it needed to be done."
She tried to come up with something smart. Something witty. Something. Bane quickly crossed the space to stand in front of her.
"I am glad you are here."
Selina tilted her head, questioning.
"I've wanted to destroy you for some time."
He punched her, hard on the side of the head. She went down right away.
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Date: 2013-02-05 03:45 pm (UTC)Leverage, team, a world where Dubenich paid them instead of trying to kill them