THURSDAY: SECOND CHANCES

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Good morning! I'm carinascott and today's theme is SECOND CHANCES. Its time for a bit of forgiveness, a chance to right a wrong, a do-over. Everyone deserves a second chance, especially our favorite characters.


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

Here are some examples to get you started:
Avengers, Coulson, rebuilding trust
Avengers, Bruce (possible Bruce/Tony), Bruce had given up on having family, having friends, or a place to call home. With the Avengers, with Tony, he finally has his second chance
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, mending fences

Happy writing!

Comments

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve + Peter, Spiderman is missing and Captain America holds Jonah Jameson responsible for it

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve /& Thor, comfort ensues after Steve fails a mission due to arrogance

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Glorfindel, He's the only one from Gondolin released from Mandos, because he's the only one, who has forgiven Maeglin.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Picard + Kirk, if Kirk hadn't died at the end of "Generations"?

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Charles /& Eric, How many times will you offer me a second chance? Especially since if I didn't even deserve the first one you gave me?

Not A Fill

[redfiona99.livejournal.com]

But this is a wonderful prompt.

[ciaimpala.livejournal.com]

Captain America/The Avengers, Steve/Bucky, they've got their second chance together and they're not going to waste it

Fill: Different Times (Warnings: mentions of homophobia and teen suicide)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

It's difficult for both of them, for different reasons.

Steve, at least, has a little more experience with this new world, this new millennium. Much of it still bewilders him, shocks him, even disturbs him, but there are ways to hold onto the past, to gradually ease himself into this new life. He takes dance classes and eventually becomes an assistant to the aging woman who runs them, demonstrating moves and making her blush like a schoolgirl. He visits museums, learns about the Baby Boomer generation, Vietnam, Disco, boy bands, and the amazing and frightening world wide web.

Bucky … well, to say he had a "rough time of things" would be the understatement of any century, this or the last. He still doesn't feel quite comfortable in his own skin, his own mind, let alone in this new age. He refuses to be in the same room as Natasha, and wakes screaming in the night, reaching with an arm that is no longer there. (Tony got to work making him a new arm, a sleek metallic thing that responds to his brainwaves perfectly, but this is more change, another thing for Bucky to get used to.)

So Steve, barely on his own two feet in 2012, has to help Bucky take his first steps into this new world.

Bucky is startled when Steve holds his hand on the street.

"Steve, people will -"

"They don't care, Bucky. Things are different now." Steve smiles.

"Different?" Bucky looks skeptical.

Steve leans forward and kisses him.

"Oh my god!" nearby, a cluster of people start snapping pictures. Some of the girls squeal.

By that night, speculations about Captain America and his "hunky boyfriend" are all over the internet and the nightly news. Steve is a little embarrassed, Bucky is angry at first, but then he finds out that nobody's really angry, the Avengers aren't going to separate them, or fire them, or have them court-martialed. Tony cracks some jokes, Bruce congratulates them, Thor asked some pointed questions about who the "man" in the relationship is before Clint drags him away, and Natasha leaves a note under his door. Bucky reads it, burns it, and doesn't tell Steve what was in it, but in the next few days he and Natasha are sitting at the kitchen table passing each other the plate of toast. Not talking, but it's a start.

Steve has to hold a press conference, answer some questions that make him blush a bit, to the amusement of the journalists present. He uses the opportunity to talk about how he stands for America, and how nobody should be discriminated against in America for reasons of race, religion, sex, or sexual orientation. He addresses American youth in particular, praises a few young activists and mourns the tragic suicides of bullied LGBT students. He urges people to speak up wherever they see injustice being done, be it on playgrounds or in the workplace.

He tries not to make it about him and Bucky, he really does want to reach out to kids especially. It's a good speech. It makes some of the journalists cry, and generates a lot of activity online, with #GayForAmerica trending within days on twitter.

Bucky takes him out to dinner. He's still nervous, still itches at the spot where the metal arm joins his skin. But he holds Steve's hand proudly, kisses him as they wait for a cab, whispers about all the filthy things he's learned about on the internet that he can't wait to try with Steve when they get back to the Tower.

Steve stares up at the skyline that's beginning to feel like "home" to him, watches a gaggle of women cross the street and doesn't instantly identify them as prostitutes but as college girls out for a night on the town, and squeezes the hand of his boyfriend James Barnes in full view of anyone on the street.

They're out of their own time, but they've been given plenty of new time to make up for it.

[ciaimpala.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, Sherlock doesn't feel he deserves a second chance after making John think he died, but John cares enough to give him that second chance anyway

For Better or For Worse, Plantonic!Sherlock/John

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

"I am surprised you are not angry at me," Sherlock said as he sat on his armchair with his hands gently folded on his lap, "considering what I did. Made you believe I was dead...making you depressed probably."

John took a sip of his coffee before looking back over to Sherlock. It was true he was angry. After all they been through, after the battles they fought, after the trust and partnership they developed between each other....why didn't he tell him. John would have taken the secret to his grave if he had to. But it wasn't enough to cut off all ties with him. He would just for a while be...wary.


"You could have told me," He simply said.

"I couldn't....if the stakes weren't high I would have," Sherlock said, "It was trap I couldn't get out of....If you wish to never speak with me again I would understand."

"Sherlock," John responded with a reassuring smile. "You are my partner....I will go down with you if I have to. I may be...pissy but you deserve a second chance....just don't...do that again."

Sherlock made a slight grin. There was no further questioning. John's words were all the reassurance he needed to be satisfied.

"I'll give you a warning next time," He said, "oh my dear blogger what would I do without you."

John smirked and took a ship of his coffee.

"You'd crash and burn Sherlock, you'd just crash and burn."

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifier, I'm sorry

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Forever Knight, Nick/LaCroix, "Hi, I'm Nick, come here often?"

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Loki, "Evil is coming and you'll need my help."

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Coulson, rebuilding trust

Avengers, Coulson, rebuilding trust

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Totally got away from me so posted on my LJ

http://yanzadracan.livejournal.com/99983.html

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Bruce (possible Bruce/Tony), Bruce had given up on having family, having friends, or a place to call home. With the Avengers, with Tony, he finally has his second chance

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, mending fences

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/(El) - Neal screws up, but Peter's willing to forgive... with a little convincing ;)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Monroe makes a mistake that get Nick hurt; he's heartbroken. Nick already forgave him.

Not a fill, but...

[squidgiepdx]

Oh, I love, love, love this prompt. Haven't written Grimm for a while. I may try and fill this soon!

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Glee, Blaine/Sam, they're dating during the episode Sadie Hawkins and Sam wants this dance to be perfect for Blaine

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin - She always swore if he ever cheated, she'd never forgive him. When she's the one to slip, his reaction catches her by surprise.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine - when Kurt finally utters the words Blaine's been so desperate to hear - "I forgive you" - Blaine can't help but fall apart

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Blaine/any guy but Kurt - Kurt waits a little too long to give Blaine another chance; when he's ready, Blaine has moved on

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/ or + anyone, he has plenty of regrets but only one thing that he would do differently if given the chance.

Fill: What Hurts the Most ( Was Being So Close) , Criminal Minds, Hotch/JJ

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

It's a morning like any other when Hotch wakes up. Needing no alarm, he wakes at the exact right time, years of practice means he doesn't disturb the slumber of the woman sleeping beside him. Her chest rises and falls steadily, her blonde hair spills across the pillow and he takes a moment to admire her beauty. 

Except the beauty he's sleeping beside is not Haley, not his soon to be ex-wife. 

He slips out of bed quietly, finds his clothes and dresses silently. He doesn't look back as he closes the door behind him and heads to a prison to interview a serial killer with Reid. 

His mind in turmoil, they end up in a locked room stand off with said killer and it's Reid who saves the day, talks their way out of a fight that Hotch had been spoiling for. 

The next time he sees JJ is that night. They're the last two in the office, just like the previous night, and she appears at his door, arms crossed over her chest. Her face is inscrutable, her eyes another story entirely - they are filled with pain. 

"Reid told me what you did...what you were like. Guess that's the effect I have on you, huh?" 

He doesn't speak.

Can't speak, no matter how much he wants to, how much he has to say. 

She shakes her head, smiles sadly. "Goodnight, Hotch."

He watched as she walks away and in the days and weeks to come, he thinks of that night often, especially after she introduces Will to the team. 

When she has Henry, when she marries him, he tries not to think about it but every so often, he does. 

He has plenty of regrets in his life but that night in his office is the one thing he would do differently if he had the chance. 

He wouldn't let her walk away. 

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, when he came back from the dead, everyone assumed that John would forgive him - even Sherlock - but John wasn't that easy...

Fill: My Flat (Warnings: mention of orgasm denial)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

The initial shock lasted about a week for everyone. Lestrade shouted quite a lot, Sally and Anderson went out and got completely smashed in pubs, the force threw a party complete with the "ironic" hats.

John fainted, yes. That much is true. What nobody talks about is that afterwards, when he came 'round and found himself staring up at Sherlock's pale face with a new scar along one cheek, he reached out and hit him.

John didn't speak that night. Sherlock tried to get him to talk but nothing he said or did would ease even a word out of John.

Not until midnight, when John stood up and walked down the steps, opened up the door, and stood on the threshold.

Sherlock had followed him, of course.

"Get out of my flat."

Sherlock had been surprised, shocked even, and John had felt a rare stab of satisfaction in that, getting the best of the great Sherlock Holmes.

"Forever?" Sherlock had asked, voice very soft.

John wanted to say "yes." Wanted to shove him, hit him again, shake him until he explained himself, because nothing, nothing is ever going to make up for three years of mourning and failed attempts at getting his life back together. Sherlock is smart, so very very smart, he could have contacted John in a myriad of ways, already John has thought of at least a half dozen, but he never sent a note or a message or a bloody text. And after all of that, he just assumed that John would take him back into his life, go back to running around on cases and asking "stupid" questions and shooting at bad people because Sherlock might be intelligent but hasn't got the self-preservation instincts of a lemming.

"You bastard." John had whispered. "You utter, utter bastard. You're so clever, try and think of a proper way to apologize for the last three bloody years and come back tomorrow."

Then he had shoved Sherlock out and slammed the door.

Sherlock came back. Every day, he would stay, apologize, beg, explain, and talk until John would kick him out. John let him stay the night after two weeks, then a few days, and then it wasn't until Sherlock had been living in the flat for a full three months that John kicked him out again, this time for setting the kitchen table on fire at 3am.

It wasn't "like old times." It was John's flat, John's consulting detective agency, John's minor internet fame - his blog had become quite popular in Sherlock's absence - carrying them from case to case. Sherlock was subject to John's whims now, liable to be thrown out at a moment's notice for any number of reasons, sometimes because John was in a foul mood and needed the flat without Sherlock for an afternoon. When they had sex, it was John calling the shots, Sherlock being teased and denied, forced to beg and whine and squirm until John finally relented.

Three years. Three years of standing in the street at 3am in his bathrobe, being tied to the bed and left panting for hours, being forced to clean the kitchen on Saturdays.

After three years, John began to ease up, ever so slightly. Sherlock never quite achieved his former arrogance, never managed to walk all over John like he had before. But to have John back, embracing him, holding him, sharing his bed and work and solving cases together … Sherlock was more than willing to pay that price.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Clint, who you are is not where you’ve been

Title: Clint Is (Warnings: mentions of violence, murder, threeway relationship)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

It takes him a week to shake off the accent. The damn stupid accent that makes his tongue click against his teeth and his mouth feel unfamiliar.

He spends an entire hour washing his hands after the week in Nicaragua. The dirt had become a part of his skin, so … he washed off a layer of his skin.

No matter how many showers he takes, it's not for at least three days that he feels comfortable in his own skin after a job, can still smell the streets of Bombay on his arms, feel the sweat of Florida down his back, taste the tang of Hong Kong stuck in his teeth.

Here's a bullet scar from Moscow.

Here's a knife wound from Brisbane.

Here's a puncture from a series of injections meant to force him to tell the truth.

Here are a set of calluses from when he had to garrote the seventeen-year old mistress of a diplomat.

He still finds flecks of black in his hair from the dye job required for that abysmal sting operation in Tierra del Fuego.

"Hey, Clint! Movie time!"

Bruce - because only Bruce and Tasha can touch him and get away with it - puts his arm around Clint and drags him over to the couches in the living room, where Tony is already telling JARVIS which movie to play. Bruce leans against Clint and Tasha joins them, tangling their legs together and handing Clint a bowl of popcorn.

The location is irrelevant. On certain missions they've had to hold these movie nights in secret underground bunkers, trapped in the "tallest building in the world" in Dubai, camped in the Australian outback, even, on a few notable and tense occasions, in space.

Clint threads his fingers through Bruce's, puts his arm around Tasha's waist, smiles when he feels the outline of a gun concealed beneath her shirt.

They're three of the most dangerous people on the planet. They've told each other secrets late at night, over glasses of wine, or whispered them into each other's mouths when they lay draped over each other in bed.

Clint is …

Hawkeye is …

Bruce squeezes Clint's hand. Tasha nuzzles his neck. Tony tells them to get a room that isn't his this time, Steve blushes, and Thor laughs uproariously.

… theirs.

[tigriswolf]

Kings, Jack/David, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as himself

[tigriswolf]

X-Men, Erik/Charles, the place between rage and serenity is where I’m waiting for you

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Benny, Dean knows he's not going to get a second opportunity...