Friday: Independence
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argentum_ls, with my last day pinch-hitting for the week, and today's theme is independence, in honor of the US Independence Day. Prompts can be anything about independence, from the concept itself, to celebrating (or not) a holiday dedicated to the idea, to serving on a boat/ship with that name, to any other interpretation.
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...
+Arrow, Sara/Nyssa, The only difference is that, this time, she had a choice.
+H2O: Just Add Water, Emma (or any/all of the other mermaids), The discovery of a way to get wet without growing tails changes everything.
+Forever Knight, LaCroix+/Nick, They've always had very different ideas about what independence means.
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argentum_ls, with my last day pinch-hitting for the week, and today's theme is independence, in honor of the US Independence Day. Prompts can be anything about independence, from the concept itself, to celebrating (or not) a holiday dedicated to the idea, to serving on a boat/ship with that name, to any other interpretation.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...
+Arrow, Sara/Nyssa, The only difference is that, this time, she had a choice.
+H2O: Just Add Water, Emma (or any/all of the other mermaids), The discovery of a way to get wet without growing tails changes everything.
+Forever Knight, LaCroix+/Nick, They've always had very different ideas about what independence means.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag=independence
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:48 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author’s choice, stay gone
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:50 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, "Happy birthday, Stevie," Bucky says, and his hair is longer than he's ever worn it, and the metal arm is tucked against his side like he doesn't want Steve to notice it, and the fireworks are making Steve think of things he'd rather not think about -- but Bucky's here.
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Date: 2014-07-04 02:35 pm (UTC)--
take my only souvenir, toss it up high.
Steve hasn't seen Bucky in months. They met once, briefly, when Steve was tracking down a HYDRA agent, and they fought the agent together, but afterward Bucky just looked at him and said, "I'm not ready, Steve," and it was enough, at the time, that Bucky knew his name.
(It's never really enough.)
He hasn't seen Bucky in months, and he hasn't done the fireworks thing since he woke up.
(Since they woke him up, like they did Bucky, more times than Steve likes to think about.)
When they were kids, they loved it: the lights, the noise, that feeling, for a minute, of invincibility.
(Steve thinks they've both had enough of invincibility to last a couple of lifetimes.)
He watches the display for a minute, but when he turns to go Bucky's – there.
Just there. Waiting for him. His hair is long, longer than it's ever been, and his left arm is held down like he doesn't want Steve to notice it.
(Steve always will, but not because he's afraid of it, because it's a reminder of what they did to him.)
But he's here. Bucky's here, when he could be anywhere else; he has that freedom, now, to be anywhere he wants to be.
But he's here, looking at Steve, eyes lit up from the light show above them.
(Once, when he was still small, Steve clambered onto Bucky's shoulders to see above the crowd, and Bucky held onto him for what felt like hours. He must have been exhausted, but when Steve offered to get back down, Bucky wouldn't let him go. "Let's just keep watching the lights.")
Steve doesn't speak first. Can't, in case it scares him off. He waits, and Bucky's lips tilt up like somewhere underneath decades of programming a smile can survive and says, "Happy birthday, Stevie."
And Steve can't hear the fireworks for the sound of his heart beating loud and happy, can't see the lights for the way Bucky's face lights up, just for a moment, when Steve smiles at him and says, "Thanks."
They walk home through the crowds, ignoring the stares and the talk, ignoring the fireworks in the sky and everything else but each other. Right now, that's all that matters.
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:51 am (UTC)Judeo-Christian mythology, Lilith + Eve, “Come with me, sister.”
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:52 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes, his first decision in 70 years
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Date: 2014-07-04 05:52 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Natasha,
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air
Fill: "Black Shoe"
Date: 2014-07-04 12:47 pm (UTC)Any more, black shoe
There are bonds, though some would call them much worse. Natasha ignores them, and accepts her payments, and does her job. That her job is destroying people, killing, some would call it out-right murder, that is her choice.
Isn't it?
But there is only so much death that one can deal before questions arise. Why this man, and not that? Why kill at all?
"You take liberties," she's told.
Liberties taken, she's punished. Reminded of the bonds. The shackles. The chains.
Her queries become silent, though she still questions. And now, she plans, and considers, and plans some more. And when it's time, she walks away, leaving destruction in her wake.
The flames explode skyward, painting the clouds in shades of red and gold and orange. The men who taught her are gone. And another future waits for her in her rebirth.
[My first time writing anything for Natasha...I hope it works.]
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Date: 2014-07-04 01:05 pm (UTC)pls no slash
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Date: 2014-07-04 03:36 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, free at last
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Date: 2014-07-04 03:36 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, open sky and room to run beneath it
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Date: 2014-07-04 04:15 pm (UTC)Minifill
Date: 2014-12-25 04:22 am (UTC)Dick had always known that independence had a cost. He just never expected someone else to be the one paying the price. Dick had needed to be free, but he would have stayed chained forever if he'd known that Jason would have to die for that freedom.
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Date: 2014-07-04 04:21 pm (UTC)Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing.
And now that it's here
Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting.
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Date: 2014-07-04 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-04 04:26 pm (UTC)Fill! 1/2
Date: 2014-07-05 02:21 am (UTC)She knows the risks, she knows the odds. She knows she’s an amateur and she knows there’s a reason they don’t see many people over the age of forty pass through the Roadhouse.
She also knows what she wants out of life, and she knows how to get it and she’s finally said to hell with everyone else, I’m going to get it. How many girls can say that?
How many people can say that, period?
It’s a low-grade haunting, the kind of thing Sam and Dean probably phone in before breakfast. She chose it because it’s textbook and because it’s close to home if she turns out to be wrong. It’s her first time going solo and mad as her mom is, Jo knows she’s keeping her phone on and she’s got a bar full of hunters at her back if something happens. If Dean’s only beef with her hunting is the fact that she’s an amateur, fine. She’ll get experience and she’ll do it the smart way.
She’s not stupid, but she considers it a lucky break that she’s not. She is blonde, after all. She’s little, she’s got bright eyes and a killer smile. She’s been told she was pretty since before she could walk.
Not by her dad, though. She never heard pretty from dad.
Dad came home from a hunt once to find mom had taught Jo to use a shotgun (“Damn ‘coons got into the cellar again, nasty ones,” mom shrugged by way of explanation). When she showed him how she could bullseye cans off the back fence and reload almost as fast as he could, he beamed at her the same way he had when she learned how to read and when she mastered her Latin conjugations; when she stood up to a bully and when she got the high score at pac-man.
From dad she heard smart, she heard strong. From dad she got questions: What she was thinking about? How was she feeling? She got praise when she figured something out on her own and help when she needed it, a hand up when she fell.
She lays his knife out on the table, last in a row of them. “Freak with a knife collection,” she murmurs, running her fingers over her blades. It feels good. She feels good. Not like when she was trying to be normal, go to college, follow the Good Girl’s Guide to Life and only sneaking out her knives to shine and sharpen them when her roommate was out for the night. She’s not hiding anymore. She’s got a bead on a spirit that’s been torturing young women, and she’s going to end it tonight. No one else is going to suffer at its hands, and it’s going to be thanks to her.
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