Tuesday: Never Look Back

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Hello, everyone. I’m lasairfhiona and today's theme is Never Look Back. Prompts can be all about the future or twist it however.

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
->Avengers: Tony /+any: Tony tries to keep his eyes to the future until the past catches up with him
->Chicago Fire: Vargus: tries not to think about what he's lost
->CSI (Vegas): Katherine: she loves working for the FBI

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Have fun and happy Tuesday!

tag= never look back

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[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

CSI (Vegas): Katherine: she loves working for the FBI

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Chicago Fire: Vargus: tries not to think about what he's lost

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Avengers: Tony /+any: Tony tries to keep his eyes to the future until the past catches up with him

Filled. Minor references to IM3

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

The future is technology, shining and blue and as natural as breathing. The future is a team of superheroes living in the tower – his team and his tower. The future is camaraderie, not always easy but surprisingly worth it, and a comm snug in his ear, team on the other end. It’s a future Tony tries to keep his eyes on.

The past is dark and cold, gasping breaths. It’s the blast of gunpowder and the burn of shrapnel burrowing in his chest. The past is terror, thick and cloying, and a last desperate hope to fix what he’s done wrong with a spiteful act of final defiance.

It’s a past that creeps up on Tony when he’s not paying attention. The most innocuous events – brushing up against something and feeling eroded stone on his knee, walking into a dark room with an unexpected dry chill – can stutter his breath. He catches a whiff of low-quality kerosene and oily smoke and his hands get unsteady.

At times like these, the future doesn’t look so bright. He sees shadows on the walls and feels a pressure on his lungs. Yinsen’s words echo though him no matter how loud he plays his music.

Don’t waste your life, Stark.

In those moments Tony is seized with crippling doubt. Has he really changed anything? Has he lived up to his potential? Or has he simply created bigger, messier problems? Is he perpetuating the cycle? He panics, chest seizing. He can’t breathe, and his vision darkens. He can’t see.

So fix it, another voice tells him. You’re a mechanic, that’s what you do.

Fix it, he repeats. He remembers he can. He fixed his own damn heart, he can fix this too. He opens his eyes and fights his body until his breathing becomes steadier. He wipes his palms and stamps a smile on his face and continues on. It doesn’t matter how much he fucks up as long as he can fix it, and he has time for that. He runs ahead of his past once more, eyes fixed on the future.

He is, and always will be, Iron Man.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Naruto, Sasuke, When he left, he intended never to return. When he did, most people whished he stayed away.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Luthien, years of her life alone against the years with Beren

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Fingolfin, flight forward

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Mulan (Disney 1998), Mulan, from now on her name is Ping

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, Very soon your life is going to become a fight between your beliefs and your instinct to survive.

BtVS - Season 6. AR. Angelus/Buffy. Long Distance (1/2)).

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

"That's not mine," Xander said, looking around for the source of the shrill sound.

"It's not," Buffy said as she stuck her hand into the side pocket of her weapons bag. She picked up the cell phone, and looked at her hunting partner of the night before flipping it open. "You should go."

Xander's eyes narrowed. "It's him."

Buffy shrugged. "We just lost a battle. Who else would call?"

Xander scowled. "Tell Dead Boy to get the fucking lawyers off our backs, will you?"

With that, he shouldered his own bag and walked over to a bench that was out of human earshot, but still within Buffy's line of sight - just in case Angelus had decided to start another round of Kidnap the Sidekick to get Buffy to visit.

If every bit of extra power wasn't needed in Sunnydale, Xander admitted that he'd be the first to wash his hands off his old friend and her creepy love life.

Buffy watched him go, aware that every gesture Angelus made to communicate with her was another brick pulled from the already crumbling bridge between herself and her remaining friends. "To gloat, press the End button," she growled into the phone.

A deep chuckle answered. "So much hostility, darling. You need to hear a joke"-before she could tell him off, he went ahead-"a budding warlock, a Slayer, and a clown go to the local demon bar-"

"Sorry. Willy's is no more."

"No?"

"Werewolf pack last full moon. They destroyed the place. Haven't seen Willy since."

"Damn. I was waiting to be in the right mood to settle the score with him." He sounded truly annoyed. "It doesn't do to allow pests like him believe they can escape unharmed after betraying me."

Buffy wondered for an instant about the story behind that comment, but then remembered the time Willy had handed her boyfriend over to the enemy. Glad that Angelus couldn't see her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He kept making it impossible to draw the line between the man she'd met and fallen in love with, and the version of him who refused to be left behind. "Perhaps he'll come out next month, with fangs of his own. And fur."

He laughed. "Are you trying to console me?"

From the bench, Xander gave her a look and pointed at his watch. "Not yet," Buffy said to both men. And to Angelus alone, "I just don't care to talk about him."

"I understand. You have a new god breathing on your neck, after all."

She was instantly alert. It had taken them weeks to discover the identity of the latest newcomer intent on opening the Hellmouth. If not for their experience with Glory, perhaps they would still be searching for clues. But they still had so little information on Illyria. "What do you know? Does it have any weakness?"

"Tacos, it used to be," he answered.

She would have yelled at anyone else. But if she did, Angelus would ignore her fury, safe in his L.A. hotel room, and change the subject. His comment had made no sense to her, but whatever else he did, he didn't lie. Not to her. Not anymore. "I think we still have a Mexican place in town. Should we try extra chili?"

"Try the memories that come with it." Ah. A real clue, Buffy thought. "Illyria took the body, but as we both know, that isn't what's important."

He sounded... regretful? Tonight she'd had her first glimpse of the enemy: a slight form with long hair and cold eyes. If human, she would have called it a young woman. "Whose body?"

He didn't answer.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, don't look behind you.

Fill: Supernatural, whee!chesters

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

His father was out on a hunt for about a week now. It had been a rainy day; the sun did hide all day long when Dean suddenly realized, that the demon he was looking for had obviously made a turnaround and was now laying siege to the shabby hut which was the refuge for Sam and him.

His dad would never be back in time, so it was up to him again to save his little brother. Though he hated it. He was not afraid of ghosts, demons or even the death; his father had taught him to think and to act like a hunter since he could remember. But to be in charge for the safety and wellbeing of Sam was literally choking him.

Sam was only five years old, much too young to understand what was going on around him. Sometimes Dean almost hated him for his kid like innocence. But, of course, he would never forgive himself, when something would happen to him; Sam was family, besides of his father the only family he still had.

Dean shrugged off every kind of insecurity; forced himself to concentrate on what he had to do. Gently he patted Sam on his shoulder. The little boy was fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, his old, wooden truck still in his little hands.

„Sammy!“

He blinked drowsily.
"Wassup?"

Dean put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"Shh. Get up and get dressed again. We are going to play a game."

A smile sneaked on Sam's lips. He loved it when his big brother found some time to play with him; it didn't happen often.
"What kind of game? Does dad know?"

"Sure he does," Dean reassured his little brother, without showing any sign of his impatience.
"He wants us to sneak out of the hut and go back to the farm next to the bridge."
Where it hopefully would be safe. Enough distance between Sam and the demon.

"Where we got the blueberry waffles yesterday," Sam asked and licked his lips.

Dean nodded.
"Yeah. Do you remember the way? It's easy, just follow the creek."

The creek was only small but the water torrential; the edge covered with all kind of slippery stones and undergrowth. The path alongside was almost invisible even during daylight. And at the moment it was raining again and even the last light started to fade away. To let Sammy alone find his way was a risk Dean would never take under other circumstances. But for now, he had no other choice.

Suddenly Sam looked unsure.
"Won't you come with me?"

„That's part of the game,“ Dean said and patted his back reassuring.
„You go first; I will follow a bit later. And don't look behind you. If you do ...“
He blinked at Sam with a wide grin on his face.
„If you do, I will win the game.“

Only some minutes later he watched Sammy slipping out of the door; a small figure, almost invisible under the dark gray raincoat. It was silent outside, beside of the rain dropping on the trees and the roof of the hut. Dean smiled. Sammy was good with sneaking away; he loved to play 'hide and seek'. For him, this was just another game.

The smile vanished when Dean noticed the big, dark figure behind the hut. With slightly narrowed eyes grabbed for the gun on the wooden balustrade of the porch and waited.

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age; Zevran/male Warden; Living in the moment

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Laura + Derek, she never went back to Beacon Hills

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, regimes fall every day

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis; Ronon(/Sheppard); Sateda and Running belongs in the past, Sheppard and Atlantis is his future.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt, after his dad died from a heart-attack three weeks before graduation, he left Lima and never went back

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt Hummel, you gotta die to be famous

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt, keep on dreamin’ even if it breaks your heart

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/SG-1; any; one by one the planets fell to either the Wraith or the Ori.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any; any; it's over, let it go.

Fill: Never Let You Go (BtVS, Spike/Buffy)

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Never Let You Go (BtVS, Spike/Buffy)

He can’t let go of Buffy. She has moved on, but Spike still clings to sharp memories of her, unwilling to let her go.

It would be easier to forget about her if he didn’t see her every day, but Spike can’t bring himself to walk away from Sunnydale. He loves her, craves her, is deeply obsessed with her. He wants her (her love, her heart, her blood) with a fierce burning, a crazed, dangerous need.

He thinks about Buffy, all the time. It’s as if her image had been tattooed to his eyelids, her laugh recorded in his mind, the smell or her skin and her blood seared into his nose. He still has every inch of her flesh memorized, can remember every freckle and blemish and scar. If Buffy died again, he would be able, from memory alone, to fashion a memorial in her likeness a thousand times over, so that the rest of the earth could remember her as he still would. He doesn’t believe he could ever forget a thing about her.

Buffy doesn’t want anything to do with him, thinks him beneath her. Just like Cecily, who he’d never truly known, and Drusilla, who he’d loved with a savage madness, Buffy had grown tired of him, grown disgusted with herself. Cecily had been like the first faint star of evening and Dru had shone like the moon, but Buffy is the sun, and she smiles so brightly sometimes he thinks it will burn him alive. For Buffy, he would gladly burn.

Buffy doesn’t love him, will never love him, so she says. She doesn’t know what she wants anymore, still cold and broken and aching for heaven, but she knows she doesn’t want him. Spike needs to escape her, find a corner of the world where even her light can’t shine. He can’t comprehend a world without Buffy, but he’ll have to learn one. She doesn’t love him. And he could burn from wanting her.

Maybe if he ran away, buried himself so deep in ancient earth where the sun is only an imagining, he could forget her. Maybe, but Spike doesn’t think he could ever let her go.

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The Avengers, Natasha & Clint, she had been a trained killer, but now she was woman who had a ledger dripping with red

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy/Loki, anytime she sees him moping or brooding morbidly she gets in his face and reminds him it's the future that counts

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "It's done now, and there's no undoing it. Not even with a time machine."

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I use this for a crossover?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Run boy run! This world is not made for you
Run boy run! They’re trying to catch you
Run boy run! Running is a victory
Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills

Woodkid, Run, Boy, Run

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, character death, AU

[tigriswolf]

Dad dies in the last day of October, in a stupidly simple domestic gone wrong.

Stiles is twelve.

.

He runs. His dad's brother is on the way to get him, and Scott is with his father down in Arizona, and Mrs. McCall is awesome, really she is, but Mom's only been dead for four years and that's not long enough to heal, nowhere near enough, and now Dad is gone.

Dad's gone, and Stiles is no one's problem but his own.

So he runs.

.

He stopped being Allandros when he was eight. He stops being Stiles when he's twelve.

.

Every time someone picks him up just to the next town, I promise he changes his name. Every bus ticket is someone new.

He slips through the cracks and crosses the continent, and it takes the better part of a year and every ounce of his creativity and determination, but he kneels down on the Atlantic shore somewhere in Georgia and breathes in the ocean.

He breathes and breathes and breathes.

.

That same night, he meets his first werewolf.

.

The next night, he meets his first hunter.

.

The werewolf was young, maybe twenty. He was running scared, banked rage caught in his throat, and if he’d been thinking clearly he would’ve run the other way.

But he ran for the water, and ended up in a no-name town in Georgia, and found a kid sitting on the beach at night, bathed in moonlight.

He actually tripped over the kid, catching himself before sprawling on the sand, and the kid yelped, scrambling into a crouch and glaring up at him.

The moonlight was bright enough for the kid to see everything.

When the werewolf ran, the kid followed.

.

“I know you’re here, puppy,” the woman called, laughing. “C’mon, let me make it an even dozen. I already got your burnt-up uncle and bitch sister – you’re all alone, kiddo. Aren’t you tired of running and hiding like a pussy?”

The werewolf’s eyes were closed, his hands pressed so tight against his ears that his fingers were turning white. The kid was tucked up beside him, eyes wide open and angry, listening to a stranger say horrible, terrible things.

The werewolf still hadn’t realized why the kid was familiar, but the kid had already figured it out.

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Sparks are dangerous things, when left unattended.

.

Kate Argent is found on the beach in Georgia, a burnt-out husk holding a gun that solves four cold cases. Laura and Derek Hale are still missing, last seen in Tennessee. An Amber Alert is still in effect for Allandros ‘Stiles’ Stilinski, last seen in Oklahoma till he caught sight of the state trooper and started running again.

.

“You should go home!” Derek shouts, eyes red as blood.

“I don’t have a home!” the kid shouts back. He’s still musing about what name to pick now that he’s decided to stick around; at the moment, he’s leaning towards Rafe.

“You can’t – ” Derek starts, but the kid holds up a hand.

“No,” he says, letting all levity drop. “You need a keeper and I need company. Neither of us has anyone, Derek.”

“Fine,” Derek growls. “But the first time you slow me down, I’m turning you over to the cops.”

Rafe doesn’t even have to hear his heartbeat to know he’s lying.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio, the past is another country

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MCU, Tony + or / Steve, "I never look back." "So your method is pretty much:

1. Step one
2. Step two
3. ????
4. PROFIT!!!"

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, Moreau is no longer an issue