pinch-hit: found family
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comment_ficWell, dudes, looks like I'll be pinch-hitting this week. Therefore, I declare that today's theme be found family. It might be little and broken, but it's still good. Maybe your character's biological family got lost; maybe they were dickwads and discarded because of it - no matter. That's what found family is for.
Y'all know the rules:
*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.
Have fun!
Y'all know the rules:
*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.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-07-15 12:53 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + Scott, “I thought they’d killed you. I lost my temper.”
Fill - Stiles 2.0
Date: 2014-07-18 05:18 am (UTC)“Okay, so what’s the emergency that made you miscreants call me during my dinner?” Peter asks and then stops. “Oh. I see.” He squats next to the body under a tree at the edge of the preserve. “He’s a werewolf.”
“Yeah,” Scott nods quickly, and crosses his arms against his chest. “He’s an omega. He was an omega; he’s been in town a couple of days.”
Peter looks at Stiles, who stands quietly next to Scott, blood splattered on his arms and face. There’s splashes on his shirt as well, no big loss there, Peter thinks.
“He’s been in town since Tuesday and he hasn’t made any effort to talk to Scott at all. We ran into him outside the mall and he must have been stalking Scott.” Stiles wipes a hand across his cheek smearing blood. “When we approached him, he ran. He didn’t want to talk to Scott.”
“Interesting.” Peter hands a clean handkerchief to Stiles. “You have a bit of blood on your cheek, just here,” he says, touching his own cheek as he bends over to look at the body again, actually poking it with a stick. “He’s not going to heal from this, that’s pretty certain. Good head shot, Stiles.”
“Thank you,” Stiles answers, rubbing the cloth on his face and arms. The blood’s already drying and it isn’t very effective. “Tonight, we realized we were being followed and led him here.”
Scott shakes his head and looks at Stiles. “I wanted to talk with him, Stiles. Just talk.”
“Don’t be so naïve, Scott, he wasn’t here to talk! He came at you growling, he was going to kill you,” Stiles yells, waving his hands and Peter watches the vein pulse in his throat. “I lost my temper, but I’m not losing any more friends.”
“He’s probably right, Scott, you’re lucky he was here.” Peter walks over to Stiles and notes that he doesn’t back away from him. He takes Stiles’ chin and looks at him carefully. “Just checking that it’s really you,” he says, studying the boy.
“Completely. Do you need me to give you a quick hit in the head to prove it?” he asks, showing Peter his blood covered bat.
Peter raises an eyebrow and says, “Actually, I thought you may have gotten a different weapon after the twins.”
“Well, obviously this works,” Stiles answers. “Made this from mountain ash. I keep it in a box filled with wolfsbane to give it that something extra.”
“It was effective. I don’t suppose you have a knife or anything on you, do you? I think it may be a good idea to cut off his head; just as a precaution, we don’t want him deciding to come back to life, now do we?” Peter grins at them and nudges the body with his foot.
“Back in the jeep,” Stiles answers. “I have a knife and an axe. Also a shovel, we probably need that.”
“Prepared, just like a good boy scout. I like this Stiles 2.0.” Peter licks his thumb and wipes a smear of blood off Stiles’ cheek, while Stiles holds still and lets him. “Scott, why don’t you go to the jeep and pick those up. Stiles and I will take the body to, dare I say, the usual spot. Meet us there?”
“Yeah, okay, be right there,” Scott says and runs off. He stops few yards off when he’s out of view of the pair but can still hear them.
“So perhaps you’ll show me what other weapons you have?” Peter asks.
“Sure,” Stiles answers, and Scott can hear them going deeper into the preserve. “I took one of Allison’s arrows and I think I’ve been able to adapt it into a pretty effective spear.”
Scott heads for the jeep thinking about Stiles 2.0. Stiles 2.0 scares him sometimes.
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:34 pm (UTC)Ooh, that's nice. Thank you!
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Date: 2014-07-15 12:54 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Hale/McCall pack, Animorphs AU
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Date: 2014-07-15 12:57 pm (UTC)Lilo&Stitch, author’s choice, Lilo’s family has a guardian angel
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Date: 2014-07-15 01:01 pm (UTC)Stargate Atlantis, Ronon + Teyla + Rodney + John, family
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Date: 2014-07-15 01:03 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Pepper + Bucky (+ anyone of author's choice), "Welcome to the family, Sergeant Barnes."
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Date: 2014-07-15 04:34 pm (UTC)semi fill
Date: 2014-07-15 11:46 pm (UTC)It's an idea about Casey I've had for a little while, but it's only about the civilians really, thus a semi-fill.
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Date: 2014-07-15 09:57 pm (UTC)MCU Fill: Everything Else Between
Date: 2014-07-16 03:26 pm (UTC)Clint looked up at her from packing in his gear but needed no words to tell her he was listening. Her choice of name was telling enough about her mood.
She took a swig from the water bottle he'd set out beside his bag and swallowed hard. "When's my birthday?"
"Two months, three days from now," he answered perfunctorily, dispensing with his questions on why she needed to know. "Anything else?"
Natasha shrugged, then cocked her head thoughtfully. "Am I allergic to peaches? I can never remember which."
"Pears."
"Ah."
Exchange complete, she shot him a dazzling smile and he grinned back at her. He slung the bag with his quiver and bow over his shoulder, and they walked out side by side companionably. It had to be Maria, he figured. Maria loved to make peaches and cream.
"So when's your birthday?" Maria prodded her friend for the umpteenth time. Natasha was notoriously stingy about handing out personal information.
Natasha shrugged. "Fall. Any time I'm in the country is fine. Peaches are a go."
Maria sighed. "Fine. I'll tell HR to plan a convenient day instead of the actual one. Again."
Natasha nodded brusquely and headed out for anywhere that wasn't SHIELD and that preferably served ice cream.
Natasha was stingy with personal information for many reasons, not least of which was that she didn't remember most of it. She and Clint had spent weeks after her defection poring over her file and sorting memory from fact, implanted knowledge from actual truth. She never remembered her food allergies unless she remembered turning down foods because she was allergic. She had never even known her birthday until Clint suggested they should celebrate it. She'd had to dig backwards through the pages until she found the date.
She ordered strawberry ice cream and found a seat, waiting until Clint inerrantly found her and slid into the seat across with a chocolately concoction called rocky road.
"So what do you want to do on your birthday?" he asked. He was the only one that knew the actual day. It was a day they always spent together.
"I'm feeling nostalgic," she commented. Under the table, she tucked one foot up on the edge of his chair. "Lisbon."
The city where he'd made a different call—on her birthday.
He grinned at her and stuck a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.
They ate in companionable peace. They didn't need words between them. They had everything else.
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Date: 2014-07-16 11:25 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!!
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