Tuesday: Honor

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Hello there. I’m mahmfic and will be pinch-hitting this week. Since in the US it is Veteran's Day I thought theme for today should be Honor. Interpret the prompt as you wish!


Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.


Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt


Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Phineas and Ferb, Heinz Doofenshmirtz + Agent P | Perry the Platypus, Doof's latest scheme is to rid the world of all the bumper stickers that say 'My child is an honor student at...'
+ Archer, Sterling Archer/Lana Kane, now that he was a father, he needed to be a better person
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers, he visits the graves of his fallen friends


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[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Phineas and Ferb, Heinz Doofenshmirtz + Agent P | Perry the Platypus, Doof's latest scheme is to rid the world of all the bumper stickers that say 'My child is an honor student at...'

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Perry struggled against his bonds. At least this time he had been caught against a plushy couch. It made a huge improvement on the hard-backed chairs that were usually all Doofenshmirtz could afford.

"You cannot stop me, Perry the Platypus! I won. I have truly won!"

Doofenshmitz broke into a little celebratory dance, but stopped when he saw Perry's raised eyebrow. "Everyone's a critic," he muttered, turning back to his De-Stickerinator and dialing it up to its maximum potence. "Soon," he crowed, "soon there will not be any more of those annoying announcements that someone's child is an honor student. Meh. Who cares?!"

Perry raised his other eyebrow, obviously wondering why he cared enough to steal those bumber stickers.

"Don't you see?" Doofenshmirtz bellowed at the restrained secret agent, eager to reveal the genius of his plan to someone who cared. Or, at least, who was forcibly made to listen. "Every person who's ever tried to stop me, does it because they think they are so good! And why would they believe it? Hah! I have finally discovered it." He waited for the hint of curiousity on Perry's expression. The tiny eye roll would be enough, he decided almost a minute later. "Proud parents, that's what! And now that I've removed a proof of that pride, people will grow up to - Hey!"

Doofenshmirtz groaned as he watched the ropes melt away.

Perry got free after some wiggling, completely ignoring Doofenshmirtz's attempt to catch him. But instead of going away, or moving on to destroy his new machine, the platypus advanced toward him and, when Doofenshmirtz cringed away from what he'd been sure would be a painful tail-swat (those were the worst!), stole into his lab coat pocket and got hold of Doofenshmirtz's personal phone.

"Eh...?" he wondered aloud as Perry started looking through the menu, then gave a nod and pressed Send.

But soon Perry's strategy became clear.

"Hello? Heinz?" Doofenshmirtz groaned when he recognized the voice that answered. "Oh, good. I was just going to call you," Charlene said, obviously trying for patience. "The strangest thing just happened. You wouldn't know anything about missing bumper stickers, would you?"

"Curse you, Perry the Platypus," he muttered at the smirking agent. And louder, as he took his phone back, "Well, you see, Charlene... Yes, dear... But! We are not married anymore, you can't... Yes, dear. I'll put them back. Uh-huh. Of course I'm proud that Vanessa made it this year. Yes. Yes. I said I will put them back!" With a sigh, he sunk into the couch Perry had abandoned, not even bothering to complain when the mechanism snapped awake and bound him to the seat. "Yes, Charlene. I understand. But... can I get one for my car?" His plan was a bust. His enemy was gone. And whatever substance Perry had used to melt the ropes, he didn't have it on him. But his ex-wife's answer still lifted his mood a little. "Yes, I'm sure Vanessa would like that, too."

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, Sterling Archer/Lana Kane, now that he was a father, he needed to be a better person

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers, he visits the graves of his fallen friends

Fill -- Sorry, took me a while

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

Absent Friends (ttp://archiveofourown.org/works/2617055)

[falkner]

any, any, Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time

Gaston points his sword at the Dark One, and the next thing he knows, he's standing on the hill that marks Avonlea's boundary to the north, on the way to the snow mountains, and only a few miles from Sir Maurice's castle. Gaston blinks, clutching his weapon in case the Spinner is tricking him, that it has left him unharmed just to play some sadistic game with him. The Dark One is cruel, everyone knows, and his games are crueler yet.

But no attack comes.

Slowly, Gaston realizes that he's been dismissed like so much as a naughty child, and he grits his teeth against the insult. Then he realizes it's almost night, when he heeded the advice of those who claimed the demon could not abide sunlight, and.chose the brightest time of the day to face the monster.

(Later, he'll figure out that he was missing almost two weeks instead of a few hours, and he'll grow ever more puzzled at having all his limbs attached after that long under the Dark One's power.)

He starts toward the city, inwardly cringing at the thought of laying his defeat at Sir Maurice's feet. It's not just his fiancée that he's failed to rescue, but his liege's daughter.

It was a matter of honor, to go for her.

Not that he doesn't care for Belle. He does, all doubts swept away after she marched to her doom with her head held high. He might even say that he loves her, if love is this twist of pride in her bravery even as he wants to shake her for agreeing so easily to the Dark One's conditions instead of letting the men negotiate.

(He can't see how they'd have been successful, but couldn't she let them try?)

But it's not for his feelings that Gaston tried for months to rouse enough support to defy the dark One and get Belle back. Love certainly didn't keep him arguing against Avonlea's Council, a bunch of useless civilians and weary old warriors if he's ever seen one, their weapons long dulled and their fire extinguished. They were unwilling to send their men to die, after they'd lost so many against the ogres. Nobody broke a deal with the Trickster, they said, not and expect him to keep his side of it. They missed Sir Maurice's daughter, and they mourned her loss, but even if they'd never said the words, as Sir Maurice himself headed the Council, they had meant that no girl was worth bringing the Dark One's displeasure over their heads.

And when Gaston declared that he'd go by himself, if they were too cowardly to back him, how they'd laughed at him, calling him all kinds of fool!

And how they will laugh, when they see him return empty-handed!

No, Gaston decides, coming to a halt and turning away from Avonlea. He will not hear their jeering. He cannot, and still call himself a knight. He must return with Belle or not at all.

Back to the Dark Castle, then.

Continues at http://kitteninthedark.livejournal.com/231912.html, because it's over 2000 words long.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, to die without honor

fill (drabble)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars

Aaron doesn't hear the two small explosions.

(Murder is no stranger to the Kane's henchman, noises won't betray him.)

Aaron staggers to the ground, half-wondering how when he's just recovered his freedom to soar high again.

Instead of the shots, he hears something else: The crack of Lily's skull against the ground. The slash of his belt against his son's back.

His unpunished crimes.

('Not guilty' doesn't matter now.)

He's to play the unrepentant villain, as the last act of his life. With the golden young hero striking him down.

If it weren't too ironic, he'd get up and applaud.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

MCU Fill: Because I Could Not Stop for Death

[scribblemyname]

Death quite liked Phil Coulson. A polite gentleman who sighed when dragged off from the tea table. She liked that he treated Death like a friend and not an enemy.

Death did not like Nick Fury.

Five times, she'd met him glaring at her from under an eyepatch (the last three times anyway) and informing her that on his honor he had unfinished business and so she could just hold the soothing relief from injury and pain because he wasn't going down into the grave until he was done. (Profanity omitted.)

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" she asked the first time. He glared at her.

"If you're so afraid of me, why don't you try not to get killed?" she asked the second, when his body was barely held together in one piece and returning to Life would be unwise at best. He glared at her.

"Oh. It's you." The third time she sent him back to Life with a 'return to sender' over his left eye because really, she didn't want him.

The fourth time, she sighed and told him, "Take your honor and don't tread on my flowers on your way out."

And the fifth time, she glared right back. "I liked Agent Coulson."

"He had unfinished business."

She sniffed. "You petty men and your honor. Go back and avoid meeting the Winter Soldier again, if you please."

Then she shoved him out the door.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Dulce et decorum est.

MCU Fill: To Die For

[scribblemyname]

"A country is a cold, unloving thing to die for." Garrett shook his head. He'd probably rather die for power or fame or... None of that made any sense.

Coulson's fellow agent was beginning to grate on his nerves. "I don't know what you would die for," he said calmly, "but I'd rather die for my brothers in arms on the field."

Garrett laughed. "I'm sure you would."

Coulson didn't particularly want to know what his partner would die for, so perhaps that's why he didn't notice Garrett's evasion before their SO called them to their feet and sent them into the next exercise.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Even a thief can keep his honor.

Note: Feel free to change pronouns.

X-Men Mini-Fill: Even a T'ief

[scribblemyname]

"Never knew rules meant anything to you, sugar." Rogue glances at him curiously. "Why didn't you ever go back?"

Back to New Orleans, back home.

Gambit shrugs. He was exiled by the Guilds whose laws he'd sworn to uphold and "Even a T'ief has his honor."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

BtVS. Giles (or any Watcher). He questions the honor of keeping to the sidelines, just watching, as he's supposed to do.

[scribblemyname]

Firefly, Malcolm Reynolds, honor among thieves

Minifill

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Malcolm Reynolds does the job he's paid for and nothing more. He doesn't skim off the top, he doesn't get too frisky with hostages, he doesn't renegotiate last minute. That makes him an easy target, to some; a dupe, a gunslinging idiot.

But when he tells you he's going to hunt you down and kill you all one by one? He leaves your corpses littered across the Rim. Honorable men keep their word, after all.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Honoring (insert dead character)'s memory.

MCU Fill: What Might Have Been

[scribblemyname]

For years, she didn't know which trainer she obeyed when she became the fiercest, strongest Black Widow that Mother Russia had ever created, exceptional enough that they retired the rank and saved it wholly for her.

When Natalia fought, she felt the ghost whispers of metal fingers correcting her form, heard the murmurs of instruction, remembered the merciless pride driving her to strive for perfection. She honored this (almost) forgotten comrade by becoming all he had envisioned her to be.

When she defects, she remembers that he was American, that sometimes he shivered in her arms and longed for a boy whose name he'd forgotten. She remembers that America too holds honor, and she honors him in pilgrimage to his homeland, in becoming the woman he'd wished she could be.

[scribblemyname]

Gotham (TV), Jim Gordon + Bruce Wayne, he made a promise, he's going to keep it

[scribblemyname]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Clint Barton, whoever coined the phrase 'honor among thieves' obviously never knew any

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

Does it need to be a literal thief? Because I could use it figuratively or as assassins in the AU, or I could be literal. Not sure how long it would take me to get to the literal one, though, because most of the thieves I would write about are honorable ones.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Historical RPF. any. Between honor and survival.

[scribblemyname]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Natasha Romanoff, There is a saying: they hang the thief who stole 5 kopecks, and honor the one who stole 50. She says, “there is red in my ledger,” but what she means is, they honor me, in Russia.

Fill: the eye can see it (MCU + Comics Influence, Yelena Belova)

[ashen_key]

These are the things that Lena knows:

The school was established after the Great Patriotic War, the students recruited from both army and resistance. All the young women were decorated, including Nataliya Alianovna Romanova. Romanova was at Stalingrad, Kursk, Budapest. She was, Lena read, very young; only fourteen when the Nazis came slamming into the city which finally beat them.

(Great heroes can be young, but the more the Red Room teaches her, the more terrible young Nataliya seems.)

Romanova was the school's best student. Intelligent, creative, ruthless, managing to keep her ambitions subservient to those of Russia.

Until, of course, she didn't. Until she took all her skills and ambitions and flamboyant flair and sold herself to whoever paid the most. All the while, that greatness turned more and more terrible.

Lena can match the scores. She can. But there's no war like the Great Patriotic War. There's no Karpov. There are aliens and internet leaks (and Lena is the only one who can see the Black Widow's hand in SHIELD's leak, but it has her markers in its breathtaking audacity). The game has changed.

This is the lie that Yelena Andreyevna Belova tells herself; this is about honour. That dead legends cannot sully their own records, and death restores honour, and the Black Widow deserves that chance at redeeming herself from her betrayal.

But as Nataliya Alianova Romanova taught her, the best lies are those which are true.)

[scribblemyname]

any, any/any, she prefers to be honored than loved

fill (drabble)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Inuyasha (Inu-no-Taisho/Sesshoumaru's mother, who doesn't have a canon name)

Let it be known that she has never begrudged her husband his little diversions, particularly as he's satisfied by the human variety. She would not appreciate some awkward fidelity, from one so powerful and wise. It would go against his nature, to be chained thus, and what need has she of a reluctant husband?

Instead he has secured her position as the respected lady of a great lord, far above any princess that might catch his eye.

Let him make love to his sweet short-lived girls. He's no fool to replace his most honored wife, and that's all she wants.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, honor is a luxury Reese can ill afford

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Finch had insisted that Reese be on his honor that if he had to come to the rescue he would use minimum force and wait before taking any action. However, Reese had learnt long ago that the work he had been involved with knew nothing of honour. The most important thing was that the originator could not be traced. If the operative made it home alive that was a bonus; leaving no clues was paramount. So it was that within five minutes of learning that Finch was in trouble Reese was entering the building incapacitating absolutely everyone in his way.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan, honor brings its own problems when you're hiding a secret this big

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

How do you tell the truth, when it must seem the biggest lie? When you cannot reveal your knowledge of past events without compromising everything you hold dear? How do you respond when your loyalty is called into question; yet you know that during two centuries your allegiances have changed and they must change again as time moves on? And what do you say when someone praises you for your bravery, when you know that you risked nothing? And at what point do you move on, before you once again cause hurt to someone who has started to love you?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Constantine (TV), John Constantine, honorable despite himself

Filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It's a mighty strange world where a man with as much sin on his soul as John Constantine can be considered honorable.

Where his friends and enemies alike can trust that even when he does the wrong thing he's mostly doing it for the right reasons.

Even if he didn't have more or less incontrovertible proof of God, John'd take this latest joke about his life as a sign.

"Bastard." John muttered to himself, toasting the unseen heavens before finishing his beer and heading out to send another hellspawn home.

[scribblemyname]

X-Men Movieverse, Rogue +/Wolverine, she knows he keeps his promises

[scribblemyname]

Thank you, writer of my anonymous fill! I like it.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. It feels weird to be called to sit on the place of honor tonight.

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

A/N: Another Persuasion AU piece. From Dick's point of view this time.

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The whole thing was a farce.

They'd like that word, all the ones that told him to better himself. He just grimaced and reached for his wine glass, wanting something stronger, a way to make this night pass faster. He told himself to remember the circus, to think of it like a performance—Babs' butler had once told him that when he'd found Dick hiding rather than face her family and that disastrous dinner where he'd had no idea how to behave in front of all those “genteel” people.

That advice had sustained Dick more times than he wanted to think about over the years, and he owed much to Alfred. Seeing him again was just about the only thing that made being paid off worth it. Dick didn't want to be on land again. He missed his ship, missed his freedom.

He had not missed this. He did not want to be on display, but he was. This time was different from in the past where the baronet and his oldest daughter sneered down their noses at him, where they expected him to be uncivilized. This time everyone watched and listened and hung on his words like he was the most fascinating creature they had ever known, laughing not at him but at his stories.

They treated him like an honored guest.

He found a certain sickness in his stomach when he thought about it. Had this been a few years back, he would have been too far beneath them in society to be invited into their home. He would have been despised and brought in only so he could humiliate himself. This time, though, he was welcome. This time he had money.

That made him suddenly desirable. They want his company, his stories, his supposed expertise.

They wanted his money.

He knew both of his host's daughters were fawning over him, and he had to wonder if they would even have bothered eight years ago.

His eyes went across the table, drawn to someone that he'd believed didn't care about that, someone he'd given his heart to years ago. Her eyes met his for a minute, a flush coming into her cheeks, and then she looked down at her plate.

He took another sip of his wine, smiling when one of the other girls asked him for another story about the navy. That was the price of the place of honor, one he didn't want and would trade away in an instant if only to have one person—he looked at Babs again, seeing her push her food around her plate with a fork, her eyes focused on the ceramic—treat him like him. He didn't want honor.

He wanted someone who knew him for who he was, for who he'd been, and admired all of it, not just the time he'd spent in the navy but his past in the circus and everything that came with it. Would they still admire him if they knew about his mixed blood?

He doubted it.

If it had come between him and Barbara, it would come between him and everyone. It was only a matter of time.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Being chosen for this job is a great honor. (But...)

Note: Feel free to replace 'job' for 'quest', or 'adventure', or 'mission', or...

[daria234.livejournal.com]

DCU or Gotham, any, honor, but with compromise

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any, historical AU with a duel

question

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

Were you thinking like pistol duel or sword duel? And would sword sparring fit? Because I could use this in the Queen & Hawkheart universe, maybe, assuming I can write the two of them sparring, which I may not be able to do.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Mcu, any, someone gets a big award and it has nothing to do with avenger stuff or fighting aliens etc

Small Fill, Tony/Pepper

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

The emcee continued his emotive blathering on the stage, but Tony had already started thinking longingly of home. In fact, he had barely paid attention even at the beginning of the speechmaking. He didn't mind schmoozing, but he really could have done without distractions from Suit Mark *coughmumblemumble*

All he knew about this event was that his presence was mandatory, according to Pepper. He started paying attention to Pepper, when he saw her smile her "Graceful CEO" smile, and when she nodded significantly to him. His brows rose in innocent enquiry and he gestured to his chest in the universal "Who, me?"

Pep gave him her patented "yes, you" stare. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the dull as ditchwater Seacrest wannabe on stage.

"... For all of his wonderful philanthropic endeavours, it goes to Mister Tony Stark!"

The room went wild with cheering and clapping. Pepper came to stand beside Tony, who was genuinely surprised.

"This - this isn't an Avengers thing? It's not about New York? Or the Mandarin?" Tony asked Pepper dumbly.

"Nope, this is because you gave a ton of money to that children's hospital in Kentucky, and the hospitals you donated your - and Dr Banner's - research to. Go get your little statue!" Pepper said, shooing him up to the stage.

Tony reached the stage and grabbed Pepper's hand. "I go, you go, right, Pep? You know I don't like to be handed things."

Pepper rolled her eyes fondly, and sighed "fiiiine, Tony."

Tony walked up to the mic, winked at the emcee, and raised Pepper's hand, clasped firmly in his.

"The money's mine, the idea was all hers. Give the statue to Pepper. Give her the award. Give her all the awards. She has to put up with me," he joked and walked off the stage.