Tuesday: AUs

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Hello, everyone. I’m caz251 and today's theme is AUs. Prompts today are all about alternate universes, have fun :)

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
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...
Any, Any, College AU
Chuck, Chuck (+ or /) Bryce, Met through online rpg
Harry Potter/Sherlock, Harry (+ or /) Mycroft, Marriage contract.


We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


tag= AUs

Comments

[dramatorama.livejournal.com]

Some moar Reeve:

As the twilight becomes full dark, he finds himself in a sailors' bar, his slightly southern looks and rolled-up sleeves fitting in well enough that no one looks at him twice. The wrench at his belt doesn't hurt, either, or the fact that he fixes the jukebox ten minutes after walking in. They leave him alone, and they have Costan rum. It's enough.

Tseng joins him at high moon, when the fishermen are all out and the cargo crews are off to the brothels. It's the witching hour for bars in Junon, at two in the morning, and Reeve watches Tseng approaching him sideways, head moving straight and flat like a lizard, flicking his eyes in odd directions.

He and Tseng have forged their strange and secret alliance well, over the years. In Reeve's mind, Tseng is an old friend lost to fate; the kind that, were they two workaday louts, would spend his time in and out of gaol and bars and women's beds in the same easy, uncaring fashion. A smiling psychopath. (The small, tight smile is one Reeve knows well, and secretly dreads.)

Reeve does not let this trouble him too much. Tseng's mind has been honed past simple violence, and is a weapon of itself, the kind that Reeve knows how to use.

Tonight is not for business, as Tseng makes clear. He always seeks Reeve out on nights like this, as if he just knows when he's weakest from butting heads with the execs; finds him half-cut and morose and plays him like a harp.