Thursday: siblings
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comment_ficWelcome to Thursday, y’all. Today’s theme is siblings! You either love ‘em or you hate ‘em – or maybe you’re completely indifferent to their existence.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-09-04 10:06 pm (UTC)Fill: Orphan Black, Alison + Tony, 1/1, PG-13, TW Violence/Injury
Date: 2014-12-12 08:25 pm (UTC)Tony always knew he’d go down in flames. It was the kind of life he lived. Hell, he didn’t expect to live past twenty. But there he was, twenty-eight years old, squatting in Alison Hendrix’s pastel-colored scrapbooking room and bleeding out of a fucking bullet wound in his gut, trying not to scream in his sister’s face.
“You need to calm down,” Alison said, voice rising hysterically, even though she had a stainless steel knife sticking out of her shoulder like some ridiculous angel wing ready to unfold. Her face was pale and sweaty, her blouse soaked in fresh blood, but she gritted her teeth like a woman in labor. “The neighbors will hear and then we’ll be in big doo-doo.”
“I think we’re already in fucking doo-doo, Alison,” Tony growled, pain like embers flashing through his stomach. He grabbed a bolt of sunny yellow fabric off Alison’s craft table and pressed it to his wound (mostly because he knew it would annoy her). “And do you really think none of your yuppie neighbors saw a couple’a DYAD suits spraying your living room with bullets?”
“Gosh,” Alison hissed, leaning up to peek out of the small window in the room. “Just keep pressure on it, okay? Stomach wounds bleed a lot but it’ll take a long time to die from it.”
“Someone has seen Reservoir Dogs a few too many times,” Tony said, trying to slow each piercing breath. “Do you see anything?”
Alison shook her head and grimaced, the knife still sticking out from her body. “No, they’re gone. They saw us go down and left.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Donnie will see the house and go pick up the kids. They’ll be fine. They have to be. Then he’ll call Sarah and she’ll come help us.”
Tony felt a twinge of sympathy for Alison. She had a family to protect; he only had himself. “Talk to me. Just keep talking and maybe I won’t pass the fuck out on this ritzy-ass carpet.”
Alison sank down onto the floor, giving him a helpless look. “What should I talk about? There’s really not a lot between us, Anthony.”
Tony wanted to laugh—Alison was the only one who used his full name—but it hurt too much, both emotionally and physically. He wrote her off as the uptight sister the second they met, the bitchy one, even though she was always polite to him. He never really got to know her, and now they were going to die in the world’s pinkest room together.
So he made a joke. “Nothing between us but an ever-diminishing amount of blood, huh?”
Alison blinked, staring at him for a moment, until her lips curled into a tiny, tight smile and she barked out the world’s shortest laugh. “Now is not the time for jokes,” she said, but she still smiled, right through the pain of it all.
Before Tony could respond and keep her laughing, they heard the door slam open upstairs and Sarah yell, “Shite, Alison! You down there?”
“Yeah, we’re in here,” Alison yelled, kicking the chair away from the door to let Sarah in.
Once he heard Sarah’s voice, Tony knew he wasn’t going to die. Not today. But damn it if it wouldn’t have been a kick-ass way to go.
Re: Fill: Orphan Black, Alison + Tony, 1/1, PG-13, TW Violence/Injury
Date: 2014-12-12 08:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Orphan Black, Alison + Tony, 1/1, PG-13, TW Violence/Injury
Date: 2014-12-15 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-04 10:17 pm (UTC)and you left with your head filled with flames
Fill: "vice-versa," Marvel, Billy + Tommy, PG
Date: 2014-09-15 03:51 am (UTC)“So when did you and Teddy start doing the do?”
“Tommy, it’s three in the morning. I’m not answering that.” Billy hovered his thumb over the ‘end call’ button.
“I’ll be over in a minute then,” Tommy said, and Billy sighed.
“Fine, talk to me. Why do you ask?” Billy rolled over in bed, wishing Teddy was next to him so he could eavesdrop (and Billy could see him blush).
“Since we’re brothers and all, and you’re literally the only dude I know who gets laid on the regular—“
“I’m hanging up now,” Billy grumbled.
“Wait a second, seriously. When I got home from work I realized I want to have sex with David and take him out for noodles and coffee again, preferably in that order.”
“Um,” Billy said, sitting up in bed. “Congrats?”
“Yeah, thanks. And I’m pretty sure he would want to do the same with me, since I’m amazing and all. We’d be good together—I’d be the brawn, he’d be the brains. Do you think the world is ready for another queer superhero couple?”
“Christ, Tommy, I don’t know,” Billy yawned. “I know David likes you. But I didn’t even know you were into dudes.”
“Genetic identicals, duh. I like what you like. Most of the time.”
Billy rolled his eyes but hid a smile at the same time. He’d heard crazier. “So what’s the problem?”
“I want to know how fast would be going too fast.”
“That’s pretty funny coming from you.”
“Yeah, I get the irony. But seriously. When did you and Teddy first…you know? How far into your relationship?”
Billy pressed his face into his pillow. “Not for a long time. Like, nine months?”
“Nine months! I can’t wait that long,” Tommy said, and Billy could practically hear him shudder in revulsion. “Maybe I should just talk to him.”
“Maybe you should’ve thought of that in the first place,” Billy said. “I’m going back to bed now.”
“Billy?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks. You know, for not being a loser.”
Billy smiled. “No problem.”
Re: Fill: "vice-versa," Marvel, Billy + Tommy, PG
Date: 2014-09-15 04:00 am (UTC)Re: Fill: "vice-versa," Marvel, Billy + Tommy, PG
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Date: 2014-09-05 01:27 am (UTC)... fuck.
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Date: 2014-12-13 07:36 am (UTC)“So, what's your zombie plan, Grayson?”
The joke had been going around the department for a while now, and Dick had heard just about every answer he could stand, some of them more than once. He was too close to losing his temper and knocking out the next person that mentioned zombies. Rohrbach had deflected for him a few times already, not asking him why it bothered him but helping him out anyway because that was what partners did.
Dick didn't know where he got the smile from, how he managed to summon it, but he did, leaning back in his chair. “Which one?”
“One what?”
“Zombie plan,” Dick went on with a false cheerfulness. “I've actually got over fifty of them, you know. At least ten of them involve using you as bait, a body shield, or a weapon. I'm definitely letting them eat you. In one of them, I purposely infect myself and join the other side. Then I eat you.”
“There's something wrong with you, Grayson,” the other detective muttered, and Dick shrugged, letting him walk away. He added a few more notes to his paperwork and grabbed his coat, more than ready to get out of here.
When he closed the door to his apartment, he leaned against it and closed his eyes.
Zombie plans.
Like that was really something to joke about.
He'd seen too many things close to that in his time as a hero, because in his world, there wasn't much that hadn't been done before, no matter how weird or impossible it might be. He knew of a man who should be a zombie, someone who should have been dead centuries ago but went down into a pit and came back alive again.
He wasn't just angry because he knew zombies could be real.
“I lied, Jaybird,” he whispered into the empty apartment. “There's only one plan for the zombie apocalypse.”
Seeing his brother again. Dick didn't care if Jason came back as a mindless reanimation. He knew that was wrong, but he wanted to see him again, needed to. He needed to say so many things to him, to set right. He would apologize for not being there, for not helping, for allowing it to happen... He would tell Jason how much he'd meant to him, how he'd loved having a brother. How he missed him.
Even telling those truths to a zombie would feel better than the aching knowledge that he could never say them to Jason. His brother was dead.
Dick slid to a seat on the floor. He wanted a zombie apocalypse, damn it. He wanted his brother back.
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Date: 2014-09-05 01:26 am (UTC)The Hobbit, Kili + Fili, Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us (Sappho)
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