Thursday - Names
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crazycatt71 and today's theme is Names
Nicknames, real names, full names, family names, choosing a baby name, names have power. Knowing the true name of some one allows you control over that person.
crazycatt71 and today's theme is NamesNicknames, real names, full names, family names, choosing a baby name, names have power. Knowing the true name of some one allows you control over that person.
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...
Sherlock, John/Mary, trying to decide on a name for their baby
NCIS, Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David, Tony tells Ziva his full name before he leaves her in Israel
Merlin, Arthur, Arthur learns Merlin's true name
NCIS, Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David, Tony tells Ziva his full name before he leaves her in Israel
Merlin, Arthur, Arthur learns Merlin's true name
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Date: 2014-02-27 12:46 pm (UTC)No fill, but
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Date: 2014-02-27 01:22 pm (UTC)I never really liked my name
Until I found out what it tastes like
When you sigh it into my mouth...
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:00 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, [character’s] daemon is named Nerium
Along Came A Spider (Stoker; murder, attempted rape, implied masturbation, implied pre-incest)
Date: 2014-03-04 08:23 am (UTC)Nerium laughs. "I still like it."
Slowly, India nods. "Yes. Me too, but I wonder what Josefin and Idwal were thinking."
"It was probably Idwal's idea."
Their mother is their mother and she and her dæmon probably love them, but they've never been entirely certain of it.
"A toxic garden plant," muses Nerium, and wraps around her neck as a moccasin. "Maybe one day we'll grow wild."
"Why would we do that?"
Nerium doesn't answer. India thinks of a dozen answers all by herself, and then does her best to forget them.
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All of India's classmates' dæmons settle before Nerium. It's another reason for them to be harassed; pretty, strange girl and her strange dæmon.
Their eighteenth birthday and their father's dead and Nerium still hasn't settled. India doesn't know who she is, not really, and maybe that is why.
They have never met anyone like Uncle Charlie and his Angelique, who is a large, slender hawk with dark feathers, for the most part, although there are lighter bars on her tail and wingtips.
Later, they will learn that she is a zone-tailed hawk, and in the wild these hawks fly in the midst of turkey vultures so that prey does not see them coming.
Charlie says that Angelique is shy. Their mother seems to believe him, probably because of the hawk's habit of hunching on his shoulder and speaking to no one.
Angelique isn't shy. She just isn't interested enough to talk to anyone except Charlie and Nerium. India watches with narrowed eyes as Nerium takes bald eagle form to perch beside Angelique, who whispers something low and intimate.
Nerium was never much interested in anyone but India, before; sometimes not even Father's Josefin.
Already seated at the piano, India starts to play. Charlie joins her, and isn't it funny how he plays so well, when he'd told Mother that he was a beginner?
Later, she asks Nerium, "Do you like Angelique?"
"No," says Nerium, and India can't quite tell if he, her own soul, is telling the truth. "But she's interesting."
That, she knows she agrees with.
~
India helps her uncle bury a boy's body while Nerium clings to her neck as a black spider about an inch long, just the same as he has since the boy stopped breathing. He's quiet, and she knows he's lost in thought.
"He was going to rape you," he says, later, in the shower. "I'm not sorry Charlie killed him."
"I know," she says. "Me neither."
He hesitates, and then murmurs, "I'm not sorry about the others, either."
She thinks about that, shrugs. "Me neither."
She really, really isn't sorry.
"You're not going to change again, are you?" she says, and reaches between her legs.
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Author's note: Nerium's settled form is a Sydney funnel-web spider.
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:01 pm (UTC)Captain America: The First Avengers, Steve + Bucky, how did James Buchanan Barnes become Bucky?
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:02 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author’s choice, [Stiles’ birth name] died with his mother. Stiles is what crawled inside his cooling corpse and blinked those sightless eyes
(… where Claudia died in a car accident a week before her diagnosis? I dunno. Just run with it.]
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:03 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, “If you knew who I was, you’d fear me.”
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Date: 2014-02-27 02:05 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, “No,” [Harry or Ginny] says. “I’ll not name my child after anyone dead. Let them have a name of their own.”
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Date: 2014-02-27 03:38 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-03-26 03:42 pm (UTC)She’s waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting with bated breath. She’s always been waiting, although she didn’t know it until Peggy swept into her life.
Dottie waits. Because that’s who she is now, Dottie Underwood forevermore. Not the girl who had a name once upon a time, or had, at least, a designation as she trained to be a weapon, beautiful and deadly. Not any of the covers that have come before, not even her first assumed name on her first true mission.
She’s Dottie Underwood, because that’s how Peggy sees her. That’s the name that falls from Peggy’s lips, and that makes it perfect.
She’s Dottie Underwood, and she waits.
Limping away from that confrontation in the aeroplane hangar, her blood dripping behind her as she stumbled across the tarmac, she was waiting for Peggy to follow her. Leaving a trail of destruction in her wake as she hunted for the elusive Arena Club pin, she was waiting for Peggy to find her. Sitting in that cell with its bare walls and the stench of bleach, she was waiting for Peggy to visit her.
And now Dottie’s on the run again, and she’s waiting for Peggy to catch her.
She remembers the days before Peggy, standing in front of a filthy mirror, her hair blonde and perfectly curled, a new identity to create, a new mission to complete. “I’m Dottie Underwood,” her reflection had said, quiet, calm, patient. “I’m Dottie Underwood.” Repeated over and over, her accent bouncing across America, changing from state to state each time.
She’d smiled, a guileless and charming expression. There’d been a crack through the mirror, splitting her reflection from her left temple to the right side of her chin. For a moment, her smile had changed - it grew wider, crueller, her eyes hard and sharp and her teeth on display. There’d been no humanity on her face; she was a moving corpse, her grin a twisted mockery of the humour she didn’t feel.
The moment passed. She smiled softly again. “I’m Dottie Underwood,” she’d said , a sweet Southern twang to her voice.
She remembers imagining the crack in the mirror had grown deeper at the sight of her.
When she was compromised, that persona should have disappeared, shed like a snake’s skin and left to rot on the ground. But she can’t let go, she can’t let go of Dottie, can’t be anyone else but this version of herself. If she took a new name, took a new role, would Peggy recognise her? Would Peggy still want to chase her? Dottie won’t take that risk.
Because Peggy is everything. She’s redefined who Dottie is, turning the muted shades of red that Dottie’s always lived in, rusted and dark as dried blood, into vivid slashes of scarlet.
She thinks of Peggy and her heart beats fast, her palms sweat, warmth rushes through her like a fever. Peggy is her sole focus, a vibrant light she leans toward. Peggy is excitement and frustration and desire, and all the American movies she’s studied have taught Dottie that what she is feeling is love.
She loves Peggy, from the blow of her fist against Dottie’s cheek to the press of her lips beneath Dottie’s mouth. She wants that again, wants to recapture that kiss, no sedative-laced lipstick between them this time, just heat.
She’d sat in Peggy’s room in the Griffith, looking into the mirror atop the vanity. “I’m Peggy Carter,” she’d said, her accent English and her voice aloof, imagining what it would be like to be this flawless porcelain doll of a woman.
But Dottie knows now that Peggy isn’t flawless, and that’s she’s all the more magnetic for it. Dottie knows now that she doesn’t want to be Peggy, she wants to possess her.
And she knows now that Peggy feels that pull too, their lives and their fates intertwined. It is love for Dottie, and Peggy may not know it yet but one day Dottie will show her, will make Peggy see that she loves Dottie right back.
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Date: 2014-02-27 09:26 pm (UTC)Tony Stark bestowed pet names on almost everybody in his inner circle. In fact, some got more than one name depending on Tony’s mood.
Clint had several that were mainly archery based, which he didn’t mind one bit.
It was worse if you were on Tony’s shit list, then he really got creative.
Clint stood in the doorway of Tony’s lab and listen as his lover went off on Nick Fury. He had to smile at some of the names Tony threw in Fury’s direction, but his personal favorite would probably be the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Fury hung up on Tony while his lover was in mid rant which did nothing to cool Tony’s temper.
Clint couldn’t help it when he laughed as Tony sputtered in righteous indignation at the video screen, which caused the billionaire to turn and glare at him. “That doesn’t work on me, you know,” Clint reminded Tony was inability to cow him with a glare.
“I know,” Tony muttered. “What do you want, Katniss?”
“You can plot out Fury’s demise tomorrow since tonight is date night.”
“It’s date night already?” Tony asked surprised that his week had flown by so quickly. It felt like he had only just stepped into his lab.
“Yes, it is.”
“Okay,” Tony softly sighed as he put aside any ideas for revenge. Date night was more important than trying to permanently scar Fury’s psyche. “So whose turn is it to pick?”
“I already gotten it taken care of,” Clint said with a knowing smile. He had a special evening all planned out. “Just go get cleaned up and meet me up on the roof.”
“You and high places, Hawkass,” Tony muttered as he walked past Clint stopping long enough to brush a quick kiss against Clint’s cheek.
“You’re no better, shellhead,” Clint retorted and gave Tony a smack on the ass to get him moving a little faster.
Tony stepped out onto the roof dressed for a casual evening out and was blown away by what Clint had managed to pull off for their weekly date night. He had to smile at the sight of candles and torches flickering in the evening breeze bringing a reminder of their first date on Saint Martin.
Clint walked up to him and pulled him into a soft kiss.
“I have the most amazing boyfriend,” Tony quietly remarked once the kiss ended.
“Yes, you do,” Clint agreed leading Tony over to a table that sat near the outdoor pool. It was laden with fine linen, fine china and their favorite dishes. He pulled out a chair and helped Tony settle into it.
“Please tell me I didn’t forget our anniversary,” Tony said as Clint joined him at the table.
“No, you didn’t,” Clint quickly reassured Tony. “Jarvis has a reminder set for it. I just wanted to do something special for you since you’ve been working so hard of late.”
Tony reached across the table and caught hold of Clint’s left hand. He brought it to his lips and brushed a kiss against the back of it. “Thank you,” he softly said not bothering to add any of the pet names he had for Clint because he didn’t want to cheapen the moment.
“You’re welcome, Tony.”
Tony snuggled closer to Clint as the archer spooned him from behind. He rested a hand on top of Clint’s and softly murmured, “I love you, Legolas.”
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Date: 2014-02-27 04:23 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse - OC + mystery character
Date: 2014-06-10 05:57 pm (UTC)"Hey, dude," Sora calls, "hold the elevator!" Her hands are full of groceries and Val's bratty kid, so she breathes a sigh of relief when the door stays open. As she stumbles in, one her upstairs' neighbors grabs two of the bags. "Thanks," she mutters, trying to settle Ryan more firmly in her arms, but he's a squirmy little fellow, like he heard her call him bratty in her mind, which, hey -- mutants are a thing now. It'd be just her luck, honestly.
"Which floor?" the guy asks, still holding her groceries.
"Four," she says. "Normally, I just take the stairs, but today? Hell no." She glances up at him in time to catch his nod of commiseration.
She blinks at him. She's pretty sure she's seen glimpses of him before; he's the only one on the sixth floor, and the encroaching gangs had collectively stepped back when he moved in, which, yeah, that was pretty awesome, but he looks totally different than that shadow. Beneath the stubble and dirty hair, there had apparently been hiding quite the hottie, with bright blue eyes and hey there, holy cheekbones.
(And Val cannot ever meet him, because she always goes for the tragic douchebags, see: Ryan's dad and the clusterfuck that was.)
"I'm Sora," she says as the elevator stops at her floor. "This little guy is my nephew, Ryan. Thanks, again."
"Jimmy," he says. His gaze goes from the grocery sacks in his hand to her still-full hands and the little boy squirming again. "Do you need help?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "Thanks, but no," she says. "I've got this. It was nice to meet you, Jimmy." She takes the bags back and doesn't wait for the doors to close.
She lets all the bags fall right inside her apartment so that she can let Ryan down, then picks the bags up as he toddles off.
Maybe she should make a batch of cookies to bring up to Jimmy?
Nah. But she'll definitely strike up a conversation the next time she sees him.
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