free for all
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comment_ficI'm going to be away from a computer for most of tomorrow, so here's the free for all a couple hours early.
Y'all all know the rules:
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Have fun!
Y'all all know the rules:
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:39 am (UTC)Charmed, author's choice, “I'm Melissa Perry," the whitelighter from the future says. "Call me Mel."
(because there's a world where Chris joined Wyatt, and it's up to their little sister Melinda to go back in time and keep Wyatt from ever becoming evil)
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:40 am (UTC)Charmed, Chris + Wyatt, because of the way he’s treated in the past by his family, when Wyatt drags him back to the future – Chris realizes fighting is pointless and finally joins his brother
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:42 am (UTC)Charmed, author’s choice, after Chris came to the past, he kept his distance from the Charmed Ones, trying to find the evil that turned Wyatt by himself
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:43 am (UTC)Harry Potter, Hermione, she doesn’t choose Harry or Ron
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:43 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, Draco dies because of Voldemort. Narcissa Malfoy goes to war.
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Date: 2014-02-16 08:10 am (UTC)She turns out to be nothing but a painting, in the end: the assembly of skill, talent, and tricks of the eye to create the illusion of something that, after all, is only the product of imagination.
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Date: 2014-02-16 08:17 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-08 03:58 am (UTC)mini fill: you're going to be okay.
Date: 2016-07-29 03:30 pm (UTC)Suddenly a familiar hand touched his own. Tommy lifted his head to see Oliver, his boyfriend, the last face he thought he would ever see look down at him with smile.
"Hey, hey," Oliver's soft voice cooed, "it's just me....you were just injured....you're going to be okay I am right here with you."
As Oliver took his hand to his soft lips Tommy started to calm down. His breathing regulated and his heart beat to a slow and quiet pace. A smile formed on his lips.
For at this moment he truly knew he survived to live another day.
Re: mini fill: you're going to be okay.
Date: 2016-07-29 06:15 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2014-02-08 12:34 pm (UTC)not a fill (yet?)
Date: 2016-03-25 04:54 am (UTC)Now I kinda wanna write a fic where pregnant!mare!Loki runs away to Midgardr to hide and Methos comes across her somewhere.
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Date: 2016-07-29 05:52 pm (UTC)He finds the pale mare on a deserted plain, long after the people have moved on. She's heavy with foal and watches him with wary eyes; if she weren't clearly exhausted and starving, she'd flee from him.
"You're a good girl," he says, moving in slowly. His brothers are beyond the mountains, any tribe that could claim him is long dead, and Kronos - oh, Kronos. "There's a sweet girl," he murmurs, holding steady and letting the mare smell his palm. "What are you doing way out here?"
She's perhaps the prettiest horse he's seen. "If you come with me, I'll find us a quiet place," he says. "I'll take good care of you." She lets a heavy sigh, leaning into him slightly. “There’s a good girl,” he whispers.
Methos spends the night out in the wild and in the morning, the mare follows him back towards civilization.
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Four months after Methos finds a quiet place to begin building a new life, the mare goes in labor. She panics, nearly hurting herself and then Methos before he’s able to calm her. It is a hard, long labor, and the foal—“What are you, my dear?” he asks the mare as the foal climbs to its feet, all eight of them.
The mare eyes him more warily than she has in weeks as she slowly rises in order to being cleaning her child.
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It is a quiet existence the three of them have. Methos forages what he can, grows what he can’t, hunts when he feels the need to. The foal grows slowly, as pale as his mother. Both of them are smarter than any other horses he’s seen in all his years.
He writes and he sleeps and he recovers himself, who he is when not Death.
He also trains the foal that grows into a magnificent stallion. Besides the fact that he has eight legs, he is mostly a normal horse, though still clever enough for commands no other horse Methos has raised. The mare listens when she chooses to, and Methos knows she understands everything.
“You know that if people discover him,” Methos tells the mare one day, years and years after finding her, as civilization beings encroaching on Methos’ little plot of land, “they will… well, I am not quite sure. They might worship him, or they might try to destroy him.”
She snorts at him. “I know that you’re not truly a horse,” he adds, patting her shoulder. He is unsurprised when she spins around and canters away.
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That night, Methos checks the field where the horses sleep and finds them both vanished. He stays nearly a year after and when they do not return, he eventually leaves, as well.
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It is many years later when a petite, dark skinned woman steps into the blacksmith’s shop that is currently Methos’ home.
“Yes?” he asks, looking up from his project.
“I’ve a horse I might need to shoe,” the woman says. “Would you come look at him?”
Methos has not lived so long without realizing when something is not quite right. “Of course,” he agrees, leaving all his weapons in the shop save the three knives he always wears.
Out in the street, there is a pale stallion, tall and strong and perhaps the most gorgeous horse he’s ever seen. He grins at the woman. “I knew you weren’t simply a mare.”
The woman smiles in reply.
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When Methos leaves that life behind, he goes with a woman who calls herself Salome (for now) and a stallion. He alone, he is informed, will see the true horse and all the rest of the world will see a very common horse of no importance.
“Has he a name?” Methos asks the first day outside his shop.
Salome shrugs. “At the moment, he likes Sleipnir.”
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Date: 2016-07-29 05:53 pm (UTC)Far away, there is a realm missing a prince, and a brother who mourns. There is a queen at a loom. There is a king who must reassess millennia of planning.
On earth, there are sporadic reports of the immortal known as Methos. In some, Methos is a man with pale skin while in others, Methos is a dark-skinned woman. Some reports (though they are discarded as decades pass) mention a horse that seems far too smart.
Adam Pierson meets Duncan MacLeod and later that evening, a woman smiles at Kalas before exploding his head.
“You are Methos?” Duncan MacLeod asks, eyes wide, expression hopeful, and Adam Pierson laughs.
“I’m seeking him,” Adam Pierson says. “I just… who would deny being Methos when asked?”
Adam Pierson died without knowing, and now that his status has been revealed to the Watchers, he is sent on his way.
“You are such a beacon for trouble,” Sophia tells Adam while a very large dog naps on the floor.
It’s quite odd for Methos, because horses surely weren’t meant to curl up the way cats do. Magic, he has learned over the years, will ever be weird.
“Of the two of us,” Adam retorts, “you’ll find that you are the troublesome one.”
Sophia laughs.
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Adam Pierson moves on to become Ben Pearce. Jacqueline and her mutt of a dog (currently known as Sarge) follow.
Sometimes, the woman who once was the second prince of Asgardr misses the family she knew. However, when she had to choose between the child she carried or the father who put her in that position in the first place—
The choice was easy. Jacqueline sits on the floor, Sarge’s head resting on her thighs and Ben reading aloud one of Byron’s poems, and she knows that it is a choice she would make again.
Re: fill 2/2
Date: 2016-10-27 11:33 am (UTC)*dances*
In particular, Loki being a sassy mare, Loki exploding Kalas head, and Methos just rolls with it. Very Methos. Snippet definitely going in my 'to print for rainy/internetless days' pile.
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Date: 2016-10-27 04:28 pm (UTC)I'm so very glad you like it!
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:57 pm (UTC)Seriously. I'm like, "Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you're so fucking intelligent I'm turned on?"
Texts From Last Night
Going Straight To Hell for This One
Date: 2014-02-08 01:58 pm (UTC)Honestly I have a huge freedom boner right now and if I came it would be red white and blue
fill because I could not stop laughing at this, oops
Date: 2014-06-15 11:00 pm (UTC)"Cap?"
"Yeah."
"Just making sure no one stole your phone, man. That was way too much information."
"Yeah," Steve says, laughing. It's that nervous kind of laugh that Sam associates with Steve being embarrassed, or slightly out of his depth."Sorry, we all got hit with some of that truth serum stuff before we stopped the crazy guy trying to put it in the water supply."
"Huh," Sam says. "All of you?"
"Yep," Steve says. "Stark's been telling us all what he really thinks of us for the last ten minutes"
"I thought he already did that," Sam points out.
"So did I," Steve says, and the truth serum must be hitting him again because he starts, "That guy's a –"
"Hold on, now," Sam interrupts. "You were telling me about a freedom boner."
"Oh," Steve says, and Sam knows by the tone of his voice he's blushing. It's still one of the most hilarious, endearing things Sam's ever seen – a national icon getting embarrassed about even the slightest mention of sex. "Yeah," Steve says. He clears his throat. "You know, sometimes, it just feels good to –"
"Liberate some people in the name of the US?" Steve finishes for him, barely able to keep from laughing.
"Shut up," Steve says. "I'm hanging up on you now and not speaking to anyone until this truth stuff wears off."
"Okay," Sam says."But after you do, do you wanna, uh – come over?" he asks, definitely not succeeding in not laughing this time.
There's a pause, and Sam would think Steve had hung up if he couldn't still hear Stark's voice in the background, going at hyper speed.
"Uh," Steve says. "Yeah. Give me twenty minutes."
"Get here sooner, or I'll make you sing the Star Spangled Banner, because I know you know all the verses."
"Doesn't everybody?" Steve asks, and when Sam just laughs at him again he says, "Fine. Fifteen."
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Date: 2014-02-08 02:06 pm (UTC)I still can not get over the finale, help me out, please, it's been two years!
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Date: 2014-02-08 11:43 pm (UTC)You see, the thing is ... You know your brother. Nobody else here really does. You know the kid he used to be. You know how kind, and how helpful, how good he used to be. How good he's still capable of being.
And, beyond all that, you know what you've done to your brother. You know the part you had to play in his downfall. Hell, he's told you enough times.
With fists and screams and brutal beatings of your people, he's told you exactly what you've done, what you've sacrificed ...
But more than that, more than any of that, he's told you about the harm you've done when he thinks you can't hear him. In the dark of the night when you both should've been asleep, and he confessed everything, begged you to say something, even if it was to tell him he was wrong.
He so wanted your guidance ...
Your people think he's the villain, and hell, maybe they're even right. But ... it's all a point of view, isn't it? And you can't help but think, if his tearful confessions are right, then you're just as much of a villain.
And it pains you to know no one else will see it that way.
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Date: 2014-02-08 06:16 pm (UTC)FILLED! (J2)
Date: 2014-02-12 03:23 pm (UTC)The candles light your face and I can still remember the warm touch of your smooth skin caressing mine as your hands roamed sensual and lovingly over my body. It’s my fault you’re gone, baby; I couldn’t kick the addicted, and I put the needle before you. I was weak…foolish—to prideful to ask for help. I drove you away with the screaming and fighting, the vulgar words and my anger. You were right to leave; you deserve much better than me, and you are worthy of all the happiness in the world.
Letting you slip through my fingers was the worst mistake I ever made and it haunts me every time I close my eyes. It’s been months since we parted and I’ve changed for the better; I’m clean now. I want to apologize for my mistakes but it’s too late.
You’re with him now, and it breaks my heart to know that this New Year’s Eve you’ll be kissing someone else.
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Date: 2014-02-09 02:45 am (UTC)Fill: a difficult duty implied Thomas More/Katherine of Aragon
Date: 2016-07-29 04:31 pm (UTC)"Are you sure you want to do this," Katherine heard her main Advisor, confidant, unofficial protector and eventual husband once her tenure as regent was finished per agreement, Thomas More say as she sat beside him in the witness chairs adjacent to the Scaffold.
It was choice Katherine never wanted to make, but Henry's death from a brief and difficult illness just on the cusp of divorcing her left her with lots of enemies. As a Regent Katherine was expendable because she was destined to give up the throne to her daughter in six years. But Mary, as heir to the throne, was not.
This decision to order the Lady Anne Boleyn in addition to her father to her death for treason against the crown wasn't a decision made for political gain. It was her decision as a mother.
Katherine watched carefully as the Lady Anne was lead to the scaffold. She had to admire her bravery. There was not a hint of fear as she walked up to the Scaffold with her head held high. Katherine could imagine herself doing the same if the tables were turned.
"Mary will sleep better at night knowing that the Lady Anne will not finish her father's plans to destroy us," She said.
Thomas turned his head studying her for a moment. She didn't know if it was the love he long harbored for her, or his study and intellect of the human emotion but he could read her like a book. He took his hand in her own and rubbed his fingers over the palm.
"But will you my love?" Thomas asked.
Katherine turned her head to the Lady Anne and her answer was simple.
"No."
She turned to Lady Anne. She stood on the scaffold in a polite matter. But when she turned to Katherine, the former Infanta of Spain noticed some bitterness in her eyes. Was it because her rival won or was it because her life was about to cut short? Katherine would never know the answer.
"I am sorry for the harm I have caused my fair regent," The Lady Anne said, "I let my own pride and my own ambition get in the way and for that I deserve the punishment you are about to inflict on me."
Katherine could have used this moment to spare her rival. But she knew she was doing her duty as a mother to do anything and everything to protect her child....even take the life of a woman young...in her prime and not even over the age of 25.
But that didn't mean she wouldn't have guilt at what she done.
As the Lady Anne knelt upon the scaffold at the block, Katherine squeezed Thomas' hand like a lifeline. She couldn't imagine what was going through Anne's mind now that she was about to die. But she seemed to have not an ounce of fear in the world.
"You can stop this you know," Thomas sighed deeply. His eyes were transfixed on the girl. He must have been praying for her.
"I know but I cant," Katherine said, "and you know if you were in my postion and you had to do this to protect your children....you would do the same."
Thomas smiled sadly as Anne laid her head on the block, because he knew it was true. When the executioner prepared to dispatch his victim's life by raising his weapon in the air Katherine decided she could look no further.
And as the axe came down she closed her eyes, cringing at the sickening dull thud she heard in the darkness. An enemy had been vanquished.
It seemed at the end of her life, the Lady Anne Boleyn the woman who almost took the title as Queen seemed to find peace in her fate.
Katherine wondered if she would find peace at what she had done...
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