Thursday: Me, Myself and I (First-person POV)

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Dear comment_ficcers, I hope you're all having a relaxing Thursday.
I see an awful lot of third person in fanfic and I wanted to change it up. So kick back, because now it's time for your characters to take the spotlight and let their voices be heard.

Yup, the theme for today is first person! Prompts can be anything as long as each fill is written from the first person point of view.
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The rules are as follows:
*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.

Go forth and write! Some examples to get you going:

Any, any(/any), the long road home
Animorphs, Temrash114, there's something strange about his host's brother...
Emelan, any, homesickness

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Any, any(/any), the long road home

Fill, Fullmetal Alchemist, Take the Long Way Home

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It seems like a long time since I've walked this road, from the train station through the farmlands, past green, growing fields and herds of sheep. It hasn't rained for a while, evident from the dust raised as I walk.

It didn't look like much had changed - there were new lambs, a few new calves. The Culbertsons had a new litter of puppies, a couple of them came charging out to the road, their shrill barks alerting Mrs. Culbertson. She came out on the porch, wiping her hands on a towel, brightening when she saw me. "Edward Elric. Back from another journey?"

I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah. It's good to be home."

She bustled off the porch, tossing the towel over her shoulder. "You can't see Winry empty-handed. Come in and let me pick you some flowers." A few minutes later, I started off down the road again, carrying a double handful mixture of daisies and coneflowers, zinnias and poppies. I thanked Mrs. Culbertson, thinking Winry might like the book on Aeurgan automail better, but the flowers would make her happy, too.

A few more people called their hellos, wanted me to stop and talk, but I had to apologize. I needed to get home, wrap Winry up in a hug, and breathe her in to remind myself of all the things I missed when I was away.

Just a few minutes more until the yellow house appeared on the hill, with the chickens in the yard, and the old black and white dog on the steps, and Winry waiting for me.

I picked up my pace.

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Animorphs, Temrash114, there's something strange about his host's brother...

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Tortall, any, homesickness

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Any, any - "Lights, camera, action!"

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Tangled, Mother Gothel, I loved her black and blue

FILL: I Loved Her When -- TW: (HEAVILY IMPLIED) CHILD ABUSE

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A/N: I'm sorry this is just a wee poem. Also sorry for the rest. /o\

I loved her when she sat at my feet, golden strands between my fingers
I loved her when she was quiet, just out of sight
I loved her when she cried out, welt on her cheek
I loved her when she wept into her pillow, thinking I couldn't hear her
I loved her when she was bleeding, her tongue probing at her split lip
I loved her when she was too hurt to pull herself off the floor, but doing so at my beck
I loved her when her throat was too raw from crying, her hiccups filling the silence
I loved her when she was black and blue, and always right there to take more
I loved her when she called me Mother, believing this was love

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Sherlock Holmes, Watson/+Holmes, Watson writing about a case he never intends to publish

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The Queen's Thief, Eugenides, The king of Attolia remembering,years later, how it felt to steal Hamiathes' gift

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The Queen's Thief, Costis, Costis writing to Aris

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SPN, Sam, the first time Sam died, he went to heaven, and had to make an account of his life at the gates.

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any, any, last moments

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Any, Any M+/F, I believe in you.

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Any, Any+Any, Dead man's switch

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, Waiting outside the hospital room while their first child is born

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Star Trek TOS, McCoy+Any, "I enjoy these little exchanges of ours"

Fill - Shuttle Conductor 1/2 (TOS/TNG, McCoy + Data)

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Set at the end of McCoy's inspection of the Enterprise D in "Encounter at Farpoint".

Shuttle Conductor

Turns out, in the 24th century, you try to get a shuttle off a ship instead the damn blasted transporter, apparently it involves a lot of waiting around while people comment on your lack of sense and try to figure out how to schedule a damn flight on short notice.

One of the perks of an Admiral's rank, I guess, is that you get to smile politely and tell 'em to hop to it regardless.

Still. After all that grumbling, I have to admit the pups might've had a point. Even watching the launch crew going over the damn thing is making me wonder why I came back into space at all. Shuttles have only a marginally better record than transporters, and that only because they don't have literally rip a man apart and put him back together again just to function.

"It'll be fine, you said. Get back on the horse, you said. Be nice to see the old girl's namesake, you said. You've got rank, man, you can make it work out. Damn it, Admiral McCoy, I do so enjoy these little exchanges of ours. They never end up landing us anywhere awkward, no sir, not at all."

"... Sir?"

I blink some, startled, and look to the side to see Commander Data watching me with ... Well. With an expression that suggests that somewhere in that synthetic skull of his, several subroutines are struggling to figure out how to tactfully suggest that the nice human might want to head down to medical for a while. As politely and logically as possible, of course.

I ignore the little hiccup of emotion in my chest. Oughta be used to it by now.

"Don't look at me like that," I grumble, resisting the urge to look away. Damned if I'm gonna back down just because the man doesn't have to blink when I do. No trick of biology, synthetic or otherwise, is getting the best of this Admiral. "I ain't gone senile yet, son. Insane might be a different question, of course, but I ain't senile."

There's a little pause, and then damned if the bastard doesn't manage to make sounding dubious into an art form. "If you say so, sir."

I chuckle. Can't quite help it. Hell, machine or no machine, at least he's got the tone down. "Just trust me on this, Commander. I've been talking to myself for damn near a hundred years now, and it ain't got nothin' to do with my advanced age or otherwise. You shepherd a bunch of gung-ho idiots around the galaxy long enough, you end up talking to yourself whether you wanted to or not."

He raises his eyebrows. It ain't quite as good as Spock's would have been, but it's a hell of an expression regardless. Might even make me feel a bit funny. "I was not aware of such a consequence," he says, and it ain't a joke, at least I think it ain't a joke, but it's blasted hard identifying sarcasm in an android. Though a bit of experience with Vulcans oughta at least help.

"Oh, don't worry," I say, because better to warn the man now. Regardless of their species, this is one consequence of space travel that no-one responsible gets to escape. "You'll find out soon enough. You probably don't need to worry about it, though. Only gets alarming when you start finding yourself sounding like the man who took up camp in your head for a few months or so. Ain't nothin' worse than talking to yourself and realising you sound like a blasted Vulcan." I pause for a second, looking at him, and consider that. "Well. I guess you wouldn't have that problem. Wouldn't make all that much difference, maybe. Still. Try not to get yourself possessed, hmm? It's hell sorting everything out upstairs afterwards."

The poor bastard just stares at me, eyebrows still fixed to his hairline and his subroutines visibly struggling to figure out if that's one of those tidbits you're supposed to ignore or one of the ones you're supposed to comment on. But this ain't one of the androids I'd come across a century ago, the sort to crash into twitching incoherence if you sneeze at it wrong. No sir, this one takes things in stride, and comes back with a bounce.

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Leverage, Parker+Any, storytelling

Mini fill

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"And then I tried on the glass shoes and they fit perfectly, so I got to be a princess and move into the palace, which was full of shiny jewels and valuable paintings, right there for the taking. And I lived happily ever after," Parker finished with a smile.

"Uh. Parker, that's not how people tell fairy tales," Hardison said. "Those things didn't happen to you."

Parker snorted a laugh. "Of course. Fairy tales aren't real," she admonished. "It's the same as grifting, you make stuff up and pretend it's true!"

"What I mean is, that's not -- most people tell fairy tales -- and you know the point of the ending is that the couple lives together happily ever after, and it's not about the jewels and--"

"Eliot!" Parker said, noticing him walking through the door, "Hardison says I don't tell fairy tales right."

"Eliot, will you please show her how to tell a story the right way," Hardison said.

Eliot looked back and forth between them, then paused, then said, "Once upon a time I walked into house belonging to three bears. And by bears, I mean gunrunners. They didn't live there after that. And it felt just right. The end."

Parker clapped and smiled. "Good story!!"

Hardison just sighed and rolled his eyes.

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Emelan, any, homesickness

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NCIS, Abby/McGee, she says yes a second time

Fill: "The First Time Was Practice"

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The first time, she said 'no', with the understanding they could still be friends. In any other relation, this would be a death sentence, but since they were working colleagues first, then partners, then lovers, it wasn't necessarily such a bad thing that she'd said no.

Okay, so it hurt, but they stayed friends. Best friends, talking about their dates, their other relationships. Checking up on each other after a bad day. Still enjoying geeky stuff together. Tim managed to convince Abby to come to a comic book convention. She dragged him to a biker dive bar. Abby insisted they go see Gibbs a few times when they were out. He just raised any eyebrow at the sight of them, told them to pick up some sandpaper and get to work.

The second time, Abby said yes. Tim wasn't sure why; they'd been walking back from a movie (a showing of the original movie, 'The Exorcist',), stopped off at a diner that had the best milkshakes (her words), and, while they were waiting for their shakes, and Abby was playing with his hands, Tim asked her again.

After the honeymoon, they talked about kids. How many. Who'd take care of them. Could they afford more than one? Could they afford one and still live in the D.C. area? What should they name a girl? A boy?

Abby disagreed with the first name Tim offered, but neither of them was sure about saddling a girl with 'Kelly Caitlyn Scuito-McGee'. Tim pointed out that Kelly would work for either sex, making Abby wrinkle her nose. They both agreed to not name any of their children after Tony, no matter how much he begged.

Their first turned out to be fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Decisions, decisions. The third child was a girl who came two and a half years later. Her name was Kelly, because Abby said yes the second time.


[what is this...i don't even.]

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Wreck-It Ralph, Vanellope + Ralph, first time leaving her game

Filled

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I am so not good at this. I was so miserable being the bad guy that I left my game every night to get away. I’ve forgotten how it was my first time, so I have no advice to give. She’s never had the opportunity before. This is new to her. Turbo hacked her game before anyone had a chance to introduce them to the system, welcome them into the arcade, know who was who and what was what. Everyone thought she was a glitch in programming and never gave her a second thought. She was imprisoned in that console for, well forever.

She’s never been anywhere else.

I look down and she’s holding my big hand with her small one. My hands are huge and created to smash things, not help someone out, but she’s holding onto me and trusting me to guide her into the hub where she can meet others, make friends, and see the entire arcade world.

It’s daunting.

She takes that step, the one that crosses over the border of her game. It’s a beautiful thing. I look down at her and my chest swells with pride.

“So, stinkbreath,” she says in that wonderful grating voice that brings out everything bad and good in me at the same time, “what do we do now?”

She’s smiling and I know the insult is meant to draw my attention from the fact that she is close to tears.

“Well, your boogerness,” I reply so she knows I understand the situation, “now we make some memories. That is, if you can keep up.”

“Lead on, Jeeves!”

I couldn’t be prouder. My best friend and I were going on another adventure.

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Despicable Me, Gru + the girls, reflecting on how good villains they became

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Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch, Peter Grant/Thomas Nightingale, Experimental

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Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch, Peter Grant/the Faceless Man, Cause I'm your jazz singer / And you're my cult leader

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Marvel Movieverse, Tony/Loki, Cause I was filled with poison / But blessed with beauty and rage

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Any, Any,

I'm a dragon, you're a whore,
Don't even know what you're good for.

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Any, Any,

The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.

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Supernatural: Wee!chesters, Young Dean; the first time little Sammy got a boo-boo