Wednesday - The first & the last
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crazycatt71 here to deliver today's theme. It is The first & the last.The first and last time you saw someone. First & last kiss. First & last day of school. A beginning & an end.
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:
Sherlock, Sherlock/Victor, first & last kiss
Sherlock, John/Mary, the first time Mary doubted John's love & the last time she did.
NCIS, Tony Dinozzo, the first time he thought of leaving NCIS & the last time he did.
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Date: 2014-02-26 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-27 02:17 am (UTC)Total lightweight.
When they left the bar, Jim leaning heavily against him as he wrapped a supportive arm around Jim's waist, Jim stopped suddenly, and pulled at Bones' collar. Bones thought he was about to (yet again) crack a stupid joke that would have Bones, despite himself, laughing like the drunken idiot that he was. But instead, Kirk kissed him.
It was wet and sloppy and reeked of cheap whiskey.
It lingered on Bones' lips, cool and strange, as Jim pulled away, gave him a stupid grin.
"Let's get you home," Bones said.
"You coming home with me?" Stupid smile, Jim's need looking up at him from under thick eyelashes.
"... Ask me when you're sober."
Jim smiled wider, wider than Bones thought he could go, and said "I am totally going to remember to do that."
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"Ow!" Jim said, as Bones bandaged the cut on his arm.
"You know, I said I didn't mind your having a bachelor party," Bones grumbled sharply, "I didn't say you could get into a drunken brawl and make me patch you up six hours before our wedding."
"Sorry," Jim said, staring up at him from the medical bench. His smile was loose, drunken, stupid.
"This seems oddly familiar," Bones muttered.
Jim grabbed him by the arms then, pulled him closer.
"This is the last kiss we'll have as single men," Jim said, breath stinking of ale.
Bones sighed and leaned in, pressed into Jim's mouth, slow, forceful.
Jim leaned back and smiled. "Okay, this next one will be the last kiss we'll have as single men."
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:29 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, author's choice, the first and last day at Hogwarts
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:29 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, the first and last word [character] ever said
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:32 pm (UTC)fairy tales, any princess, peasant, or nobleman's daughter, the first time she wondered about dragons and the last time she rode on a dragon's back
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:36 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + Scott, their very first meeting and the last time they see each other (Stiles bleeds out in Scott's arms, but Scott himself isn't conscious enough to give him the bite - and by the time he heals, Stiles is gone. And it's how Stiles always knew he'd die, anyway. Saving Scott's life. There's no other way he wanted to go.)
(Well, that turned depressing.)
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:51 am (UTC)Re: Not a fill yet
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:37 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Sorting Hat, the first and last student ever sorted
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-27 02:14 am (UTC)“Sam.” Michael greeted the former SEAL as he joined the man at his favorite bar.
“Mikey,” Sam returned the greeting not bothering to turn and look at the other man. His attention was firmly fixed on the drink in his hand. It would be his last Mojito, and as such he was paying it the homage it was due.
“I thought you were quitting,” Micheal observed remembering his first meeting with Sam had been at a bar in Cuba under less pleasant circumstances. And if he recalled correctly, Sam was worshiping a Mojito there as well.
“I am after this one.”
“Good for you.”
Sam bit down on the urge to parrot back Michael’s “Good for you,” since all it would do is cause another fight. He knew his drinking had gotten out of control and he was stopping to keep from becoming the alcoholic asshole his father had been prior to his death. “What brings you here, Mikey?”
“Mom and Fi are making dinner and told me to come collect you instead of sitting under foot and criticizing their cooking skills,” Micheal explained with a wry grin.
“There are days when I wonder if you truly do have a death wish, Mikey.”
Micheal shrugged. “I picked up take out from our favorite restaurant if their efforts turn disastrous.”
Sam snorted in derision. “That’s what I like about you, Mikey. You always have a contingency plan.”
“You ready to go?” Michael asked nodding his head toward the Mojito.
“Yeah,” Sam answered. He knocked back the Mojito and dropped a couple of bills on the bar to pay for his tab before joining Micheal at the door and walking out into the Miami sunset.
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Date: 2014-02-26 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 02:26 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2014-02-26 03:50 pm (UTC)no fic yet
Date: 2015-07-06 03:47 pm (UTC)A) I haven't seen anything since the first ep of season 7
B) I want to write a completely heartrending deathfic.
Are both of those points okay with you?
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Date: 2014-02-26 03:51 pm (UTC)Disney's Beauty and the Beast, Belle, the first and last book she read
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Date: 2014-02-26 04:41 pm (UTC)original (ish), gen, PG
Date: 2014-02-26 06:55 pm (UTC)(Okay, so this sorta abstractly fills the prompt?)
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They call her Maya, when they find her, bloody on the side of the road. She’s sitting on the scant grass, head tilted back to catch the first rays of light as the sun rises.
They call her Maya, when they realize she either can’t or won’t talk, and take her the hospital.
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She’s bloody, but there aren’t any wounds. She’s wearing rags and no shoes. Her hair is dark, and her skin, and her eyes. She smiles with teeth so perfect a dentist would weep, and she’s healthy. She’s perfectly healthy.
She doesn’t talk or sign; she can clearly hear, though, and she answers to the name they gave her.
The hospital hands her off to the cops and puts her in the records as Maya Doe.
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No one is missing a woman of her description. Her fingerprints aren’t in the database, or her dental records. They call up people who reported a young black girl missing, going back twenty-five years, their best guestimate of her age. Everything comes back no dice.
Whoever she is, no one’s looking.
She can’t read, write, or tie her shoes. But she learns quickly, and by the end of the day (the third since she was found, smiling at the sky), she can write enough to let them know she doesn’t remember a thing.
They don’t want to put her in a cell, so the chief calls up his daughter to ask if she’d be willing to have a roommate for the night.
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Katarina takes Maya home, feeds her spaghetti for dinner, and lets her sleep on the couch.
In the morning, Katarina brings Maya back to the station and goes to class.
Maya settles in with a social worker named Emily and they try to build her a life. At lunch, she eats with Emily, and at the end of the day, Katarina comes back for her.
For three weeks, Maya has the same schedule. She learns to read and to write, but she still never makes a sound.
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By the fourth week, Maya’s story is known worldwide. Famous scientists and doctors come to examine her, though Chief Daniels and Emily try to protect her.
Maya smiles at everyone and answers any questions given to her in a childish scribble.
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On the thirty-second day since she was found, Maya gets up before dawn. She folds her blanket, writes a thank-you note, and leaves Katarina’s apartment. The door locks behind her and she walks.
When she reaches the second block, a man falls into step with her, pale everywhere she is dark. By the third, a woman is next to the man, and at the fourth block, another man.
As the first ray of sunlight hits her, Maya says, “They have passed the test.”
The first man glares at her, his teeth dirty and broken; the second smiles, even more beautiful than she. The woman doesn’t react at all.
“Then let us move on to the next world,” the beautiful man says. That very moment, he is gone. After Famine, War leaves with a nod to Maya, and then only Pestilence stands with her on the street corner.
“This world is your pet,” he hisses, spit flying at her.
Maya merely looks at him. After a few more seconds, he, too, vanishes. She stays there for but another heartbeat, smiling at the sun, and then with one more glance at the first world she ever held in her hand, she follows her siblings. She will return on the last of all days, and she hopes that day is far in the future.
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Date: 2014-02-26 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-26 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-27 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-02-27 01:31 am (UTC)((any pairing but Tifa/Cloud accepted if you're inclined to include one))
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Date: 2014-02-27 04:41 am (UTC)