Wednesday: AU
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comment_ficNow on to Wednesday with an old favorite: alternate universe. This can be either a fusion, where you place characters into another genre or show, like the Leverage team at Starfleet, or a canon divergence, or anything at all, really.
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
For example:
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko + author’s choice, Shane (novel) AU
Historical, author’s choice, if Anne Boleyn’s first child was a son and Elizabeth her secondborn
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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
For example:
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko + author’s choice, Shane (novel) AU
Historical, author’s choice, if Anne Boleyn’s first child was a son and Elizabeth her secondborn
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.
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Date: 2015-07-01 12:41 pm (UTC)I am going to hell for this
Date: 2015-07-01 12:44 pm (UTC)Re: I am going to hell for this
Date: 2015-07-01 01:15 pm (UTC)*sporfle*
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Date: 2015-07-01 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-07-01 01:14 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Isaac Lahey + Stiles Stilinski, they decide to make the twins pay for all the bad things they did. Then Gerard Argent. Then Deucalion. Because, seriously: why the fuck did any of them survive past 3A?
Filll: The Quality of Mercy, Teen Wolf, R, Stiles and Isaac
Date: 2015-07-02 10:46 pm (UTC)Stiles did that one himself.
"Don't..." Argent whispered. He was struggling feebly as Stiles carefully injected him with an incredibly deadly poison.
The poison was frighteningly easy to find and process -- the plant you distilled it from grew naturally in this part of the west. Even better, the Bestiary had provided additional hints on how to make it even worse. It was the kind of thing that modern chemists either didn't know about, or didn't want to talk about.
The syringe's plunger went all the way down. Stile was injecting Argent in the base of his skull. Argent still had enough hair that it would be difficult for the pathologist to find the injection mark. And the modified poison was so exotic that it wouldn't show up in even a fairly sophisticated toxicology screen.
It would look like a heart attack.
The poison worked fast. As Stiles released Argent and stepped away, the old man's eyes were already began to glaze over.
"Why?" Argent whispered with his last gasp.
Stiles actually smiled. His hands were shaking, and his heart was pounding, and everything seemed so different now that he had was a killer. But Stiles still managed to smile.
********************
The twins were suprisingly easy. They weren't Alphas any longer -- and they were spending a lot of time with their new bed-partners. So they often weren't with each other.
However, they were still werewolves. So Stiles needed help. Isaac didn't even hesitate when Stiles asked.
Stiles suspected that would be the case.
It went as planned both times. Stiles approached each of the brothers alone. Then he told them that the other brother was in trouble. After that, he led their victim to a carefully selected ambush site. The modern, mechanized world provides a lot of places that are noisy and over-loaded with the stench of machinery and fuel. Those kinds of places pretty much mitigated a werewolf's enhanced senses.
Once they finally had the brothers isolated and preoccupied with worry, Isacc showed up and provided the distraction that Stiles needed. Then Stiles put a modified tranquilizer dart full of high-quality wolfsbane into their chosen victim.
After that, Isaac fought defensively, with the twin goals of preventing their victim from fleeing, while keeping him away from Stiles. As the wolfsbane worked it's magic, Isaac would become steadily more and more aggressive. That forced Ethan and Aiden to fight back harder -- which pumped more and more of the wolfsbane throughout their systems.
As the second brother died, Isaac couldn't help himself. He spat onto the twitching body.
"Now what?" Isaac asked as Stiles began pouring gasoline over the body.
"One more," Stiles said quietly, just before he lit a match.
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Deucalion was hard.
Very hard.
Crouched in a copse of trees, Stiles painfully wrapped a bandage around his arm. That cane-spear thing that Deucalion habitually carried had almost gone through his chest.
Isaac was in even worse shape. And since the injuries he'd taken had come from an Alpha, they weren't healing immediately. He was sitting on a convenient rock, staring at their campfire. He looked like he'd been run over by a lawn mower.
Deucalion looked worse. He was now in two parts. His body was a half-mile away.
His head was merrily cooking in their open fire.
Stiles forced down the urge to vomit as he realized that the smell was making him hungry.
"The others will figure out what we did," Isaac said finally. One of his lips was split open and he was missing some teeth. That made him difficult to understand, but Stiles still managed to understand what Isaac was saying. After all, it paralleled his own concerns.
"Yeah, they'll figure it out," Stiles conceded.
"What then?" Isaac asked painfully.
"We tell them why we did it," Stiles said as he finished tying off the bandage.
Isaac just smiled bitterly. "And why did we do it? Besides the fact that all of those bastards deserved to die?"
Stiles paused and stared into the flames.
One of Deucalion's eyeballs popped from the heat.
"The strong can afford to show mercy," Stiles said. "The weak can't."
Re: Filll: The Quality of Mercy, Teen Wolf, R, Stiles and Isaac
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Date: 2015-07-01 01:22 pm (UTC)The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
Is worth two lions, but here I am
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Date: 2015-07-01 02:50 pm (UTC)no fic
Date: 2015-07-01 07:31 pm (UTC)*blinks*
Oh, this could be so horrifying.
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Date: 2015-07-01 02:56 pm (UTC)FILL! Weechesters (G)
Date: 2015-07-02 05:08 pm (UTC)Now, years later, the Winchester tradition carries on. Sammy is sick with the sniffles, but not to fear—his Mommy and big brother were here.
Mommy made the soup, and Dean helped; Mary said her soup was made with love by blowing kisses into the meal, therefore as Mary poured the warm, soothing soup into a bowl Dean blew kisses into the bowl, hoping Sammy would feel better soon.
Sam is running a slight fever and has a rough cough that rattles his lungs and makes his chest ache, and his tummy hurt a little. He snoozes on and off while his family cooks a soothing meal. At lunchtime when Dean and Mary bring him soup, Dean kneels beside the couch and palms Sammy’s cheek gently, cupping the warm, soft skin lovingly.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Hey, Sammy, wake up. Come on. Mommy made soup; it will make you feel better.”
Sam blinks sleepily and grumbles pitifully, feeling terrible, but he sits up and accepts the soup with a grateful smile. Mary rubs his back softly as he eats while Dean brushes gently fingertips through his shaggy hair, helping to soothe the headache. Once Sammy has a full tummy, Dean cuddled with him on the couch while Mary returns to the kitchen to phone John at work with an update on their youngest son.
Snuggled on the couch with his big brother, Sam sighs blissfully as Dean tugs the covers over them and tucks them in snug as a bug in a rug, cuddling him like a teddy-bear.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL! Weechesters (G)
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Date: 2015-07-01 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-01 03:02 pm (UTC)5 sentence, Captain America 1
Date: 2015-11-27 06:23 pm (UTC)"Such a pity," Arnim muses watching as the American soldier dies, "I had hope for this one. Ah, well." He makes a note and moves on.
When Steve Rogers arrives, he finds Bucky Barnes' corpse.
The ensuing destruction reveals that while the Americans didn't get their army of supersoldiers, one is perhaps enough to turn the tides of war.
(Some things are inevitable, and Captain America crashing into the ice is one of them; a different captive becomes the Winter Soldier, but that is unimportant.
What is important is this: the Steve Rogers awakened by SHIELD is cold and hardened, and he doesn't care about much beyond expending the rage that is all he feels anymore.)
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Date: 2015-07-01 03:02 pm (UTC)FILL: Life is Short [Blake and Avery Adventures - MJ Carter, William Avery/Jeremiah Blake, PG]
Date: 2015-07-01 05:36 pm (UTC)--
"You aren't scared of her?"
Amicia - Amy, to all initiated - looked confused for a moment, and then laughed. Riding on the neck of my horse, golden like the sun, she somehow managed to look a lot more confident than I felt, "why should I be?"
"Many reasons," I pointed out, and took her mocking snort with as much dignity as I could muster, "she's bigger than you, she's a predator, she's a feline..."
"She's a part of Blake's soul..."
And my daemon, as ever, had got right to the heart of the problem when I had barely even scratched the surface. I clamped my mouth shut, glared at her pointedly until she uttered a bark of laughter and rose up on her hind legs.
"I'm not scared of her because there's nothing to be scared of," she informed me, with a slightly pitying tilt of her head, "just as you aren't really scared of Blake, because there's little to be scared of in Blake."
"I-"
"The sooner you get around to admitting it," she informed me sagely, settling back down onto all fours and then adding insult to injury by coiling up into herself, "the sooner we get to do what we actually want to do."
"Amy."
But my hiss, and my glare, were pointless. She refused to pay any attention to me for the rest of the day, and left me only to stew in my own rage... And stare at Blake's back, and the well-furred form of Arundhati padding along besides him.
Re: FILL: Life is Short [Blake and Avery Adventures - MJ Carter, William Avery/Jeremiah Blake, PG]
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Date: 2015-07-01 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-07-01 03:54 pm (UTC)fill, Neville/Draco/Ron
Date: 2017-04-02 12:54 am (UTC)Draco's assigned roommate for his first semester at university is a graphic artist named Harry Potter, and he takes one look at Draco before dropping his bags onto the remaining bed and saying, "Oh, Ron's mum is going to love you."
Draco blinks at him. "Beg pardon?" He means for it to come out coldly, with all of a Malfoy's disdain - but he's not a Malfoy anymore, and so instead, the words are soft. Hesitant.
Harry's eyes narrow for just a moment but then he smiles widely. "My brother and best friend are just on the first floor; come along." He grabs Draco's hand and tugs him toward the door.
It is only, Draco tells himself, the still-fading soreness that has him allowing Harry to guide him to the lift, where they stand in somewhat-awkward silence for the three floors they must travel down. (It isn't until later, after he's learned about Harry's life before his godparents rescued him, that Draco realizes everything Harry's sharp eyes had cataloged, which is why they took the lift in the first place.)
"My brother, Neville," Harry says, throwing his arm around the shoulder of a dark-haired young man clearly caught in the midst of a growthspurt. "And my best friend, Ron," with a nod towards the lanky ginger already tapping away at a computer. "Ron's a hacker," Harry explains with a grin.
"We don't call ourselves that anymore," Ron mutters without looking up.
Neville laughs. "Don't mind him," he says, with a fond look towards Ron, the kind Draco remembers his mother once sent his father, a long time ago. Oh. "He's been challenged, you see," Neville continues. "Feels his honor's at stake."
Harry shakes his head, letting his arm drop from Neville's shoulder. "Let's go explore the grounds, leave him to it."
Draco lurks near the doorway while Neville grabs his phone and drops a kiss on the top of Ron's head. Until Harry tugs at his sleeve, when Draco turns to go back to the lift, Draco had thought the invitation was for Neville alone. "C'mon," Harry says.
"Okay," Draco mumbles.
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Draco's father wanted him to become a lawyer, one day take over the firm, continue expanding their wealth. Draco's mother wanted him to be happy.
He no longer calls himself Malfoy but his mother threatened his father with something, and so his tuition at university will be paid for as long as it takes to graduate. Only tuition; everything else, he must find the funds for himself.
All because he wanted to continue on with his sculpting, a hobby his father had never liked. He knows Mum secreted away most of his early projects, once his father began the purge.
He spends his first few months in the dorms certain his mother will reject him as thoroughly as his father did, but her emails still come regularly. It’s nearly six weeks before he dares reply.
Draco’s also certain Harry will stop inviting him out with his group of friends: Neville, Ron, and a frighteningly smart girl called Hermione. They’ve known each other for years, so he wouldn’t blame them for turning him away, with his brittleness and awkwardness.
“We’ve adopted you, mate,” Neville tells him one evening, quite cheerfully. “Just wait ‘til Christmas; Ron’s mum is already knitting you a jumper.”
“What?” Draco asks, unsure of the joke.
Harry and Hermione laugh, so Draco glances at Ron for an explanation, but Ron’s just smiling at him.
.
Harry insists Draco go home with him over the holiday, once he learns Draco has no intention of going home.
Much later, after Draco has gotten a flat with Neville and Ron, after Neville has held him through nightmares and Ron has kissed every scar on his back, after Neville’s grandmother has frowned at his former surname while Neville’s mum guided him around their manor, after Ron’s mum has knitted him a half dozen jumpers, after Ron’s many siblings have tried frightening him and then grinned when he stood firm—
Much later, Draco will look back at that first Christmas, surrounded by laughter and warmth, and he’ll realize that his life restarted there.
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