Friday: minor/outside pov
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comment_ficWell, I'm tigriswolf and welcome to the first day of the year. Today's theme is minor/outside pov. What did the kid sitting behind Xander think about what she overheard? What about the villain of the week?
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Harry Potter, author’s choice, if Remus Lupin had drunk his wolfsbane before going after Sirius Black in Prisoner of Azkaban
Marvel movies, Tony Stark + Steve Rogers, Barnes is Cap’s Pepper and Cap’s Rhodey in one convenient package – so Tony knows where he stands, when it comes to the Winter Soldier
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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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Harry Potter, author’s choice, if Remus Lupin had drunk his wolfsbane before going after Sirius Black in Prisoner of Azkaban
Marvel movies, Tony Stark + Steve Rogers, Barnes is Cap’s Pepper and Cap’s Rhodey in one convenient package – so Tony knows where he stands, when it comes to the Winter Soldier
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Date: 2016-01-01 06:07 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes or gen, 5 times an Avenger realizes Bucky Barnes was not a bad boy growing up
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When Steve isn't busy saving the world as an Avenger, he comes with Sam on his hunt for the Winter Soldier.
What it turns into is a guided tour of all the back alleys of Brooklyn. It sounds like Steve got into fights in every single one. And that Bucky Barnes saved his ass each time he did.
Sam's never going to know Barnes the way that Steve did, but it helps Sam believe that if there's even a spark of that man left in the Winter Soldier, he's worth saving.
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Clint wants to extend a friendly hand to Barnes, because they're the charter members of the Natasha Romanov deprogramming school, and if he doesn't, who will?
At least that's Clint's plan.
He doesn't mean to spill his guts, Barnes has enough to deal with without someone throwing their feelings at him, but Barnes has this way of listening, like he's paying attention and that it's not a problem for him to listen.
"It's guilt, you know," because there's one other person on the planet that might understand him, "not just killing people," although that was bad enough. "There was this other guy, a civilian, and he got hit the same way I did, but he had enough about him to put in a fail-safe. And it's, he's a civilian, a fucking civilian, and he coped with it better than I did."
Then there was the other thing - that fear that the only reason they tried to fix him was because they knew him, and that if he'd been anyone else, they would have handed him over for trial like they should have done. There was a payment for that, a debt, a perfectly reasonable one but it still had to be paid - he had to make it seem like he was back to normal, like you could be, completely.
Clint felt ashamed, because really, he'd had an extra eighteen months to learn to deal with this, and he'd barely been under, while Barnes had been under for seventy years. It wasn't like saying this to Nat, they'd seen each other at their worst, but Barnes was barely more than a stranger.
Clint tries to draw back, stop himself from saying more, but Barnes claps him on the shoulder and says, "hey. Don't. Everyone needs an ear now and then."
They're never the best of friends, he has Nat for that, and Barnes and Steve look like every pair of schoolboys he's ever seen, but Barnes is always there to listen when Clint needs and ear, and Clint tries to be there for him. Clint knows what the Winter Soldier did, but he can't really hold that against the Barnes he knows.
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Date: 2016-01-01 06:08 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, anyone who ISN’T a main character goes back in time to set things right
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Date: 2016-07-26 07:57 pm (UTC)And then he was standing on the quidditch pitch beside his father, listening to Ludo Bagman announce the rules of the final trial. The maze.
Cedric was massively disoriented. He'd been here before. He'd already done this. He had run the maze, fought off the Imperiused Krum, been rescued by Harry, had tried to do the noble thing and share the prize with him, because they were both Hogwarts students, and they'd helped each other.
Only the Cup was a portkey, and it had taken them to a cemetery, and there had been that green light. Harry's sobs. The killing curse.
Had it all been a vision? A dream? Because Dad's hand on Cedric's shoulder, his reassuring words felt like so much deja vu.
For the first ten minutes in the maze, Cedric stumbled along dazedly, every nerve rubbed raw, because he'd done this before, and he'd died.
Why had he been sent back to do it again?
And then he heard Fleur's scream pierce the shadows, and he knew.
So he fought his way through the maze, stunned Krum before Krum could attack him. Since he hadn't needed Harry's help, when he and Harry spotted the cup, Cedric was ruthless. Cast a tripping jinx at Harry, heard him fall, and grabbed the cup.
He saw the betrayal on Harry's face before the portkey whisked him away, and he tried to mouth sorry, and then there was the cemetery and Death Eaters once more.
This time, there was fury and rage, because the plan had failed, Barty had failed to deliver The Boy, and they tortured Cedric just because they could, but when the sickly green light of the killing curse washed over him again, Cedric knew he'd done the right thing, and this time he embraced the darkness, and prayed he wouldn't wake up again.
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Date: 2016-01-01 06:08 am (UTC)Ever After, Gustave + Danielle/Henry, captain of the ship
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Date: 2016-01-01 06:09 am (UTC)Star Wars, anyone who knew Luke back on Tatooine, what they think happened
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Date: 2016-07-26 08:03 pm (UTC)So Meehla asked Frilla, who said her husband Jarshan had heard, from a stop in at the cantina after work, that Luke had gone there looking to trade parts and been kidnapped by a rogue smuggler named Han Solo and sold into slavery. But Frilla, who knew Luke better - he'd repaired one of her droids - said she thought the boy had probably run off with the smuggler. Blood wills out and all.
But Owen and Beru said that Luke had decided to make his fortune in the world as a droid repairman. He was good at repairing droids, was that boy, so maybe that was true.
Granted, there were rumors that the Jedi had risen again, and Meehla didn't know what to believe anymore. Sometimes she looked at the night sky and hoped that Luke, wherever he was, was happy, and that he'd made some good friends. Real friends. Human friends.
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Date: 2016-01-01 06:10 am (UTC)Kill Me Three Times, the police, piecing together everything that happened
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Date: 2016-01-01 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-27 06:24 am (UTC)It was spectacular.
She had given him advice of course. "Trust me, Coop," she had said, "Just pretend like you think he's smart and talented. Pretty boys love it when people of substance make them believe they have substance too."
"He is smart and talented and a person of substance," Anderson had insisted.
"Sure, sweetie, tell yourself that if it helps you get some much needed ass."
"You're... ridiculous," Anderson said, joyful little crinkling in his eyes belying his outrage.
"You are super grateful you have me to pull that giant stick out of your ass and make you act like a human. Admit it."
"Whatever. Just... come on, I don't have a chance. With Nick Jonas?"
She poked his arm.
"Ow!"
"Do you not know how hot you are, Anderson Cooper? If you don't get some sack right fucking now, I'm going to go online and find porny fantasies that people have of you and read them next time I'm on the air live with you!"
"That's not funny."
She frowned, all mock seriousness. "I'm. Not. Bluffing." She crossed her arms.
He rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Fine," and went over to talk to Nick.
Kathy watched Anderson as he gestured. Kathy sighed. She recognized when he was talking about some nerd stuff that no one wanted to hear. He probably wasn't following any of Kathy's excellent advice.
Honestly, she would have gone right over there to save Anderson from humiliating himself. Except, of course, for the fact that earlier Nick had basically asked her for advice on how to get into Anderson's pants. Her advice to Nick: "Make Coop think his nerdy awkward seduction of you actually works. Stroke that ego a little, you know?"
She watched as Nick leaned in, nodding at whatever Anderson was spouting. Nick was smiling, a perfect blend of cocky and shy, like he was hesitating to be drawn in by Anderson but couldn't help it.
Well, at least one of the two knew how to follow simple instructions. Looks like the Jonas boy was going to be the brains of the couple.
Kathy smiled. She had known it was a good idea to announce on air to millions that Anderson had a crush on Nick Jonas. Only good things could come from it.
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Date: 2016-01-01 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-07-27 06:27 am (UTC)"What about them?" Eliot growled into his own glass.
"Are you and them..."
Eliot looked up. "What?"
"You know...."
"What the hell are you talking about, man?" Eliot sounded genuinely confused.
"They're a cute couple, is all. They seem to really like you."
Eliot crinkled his eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Dude, don't be like that. I just want to know if you're hitting that. If it's none of my business, no problem. Forget I brought it up."
Eliot stared at him. "But...they're Parker and Hardison."
"Yeah, and they seem to be trying to get you in their bed, mate."
"No, they're not." Eliot sounded uncharacteristically uncertain.
"Okay. If you say so."
Eliot grunted, shaking his head as if trying to shed an image. "Just drink your whiskey, man."
"Sure thing."
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Date: 2016-01-01 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-07-27 06:34 am (UTC)Clint Barton: $500 that Tony and Steve will fuck by the end of the year
Sam Wilson: $200 that Tony and Steve will be living together by next summer.
Natasha Romanov: $1000 that Steve and Tony are already fucking and just trying to keep it a secret.
Bucky Barnes: $500 that Tony proposes marriage in March.
Pepper Potts: $500 that Steve has to propose, and that Tony hyperventilates.
Bruce Banner: $100 that Tony and Steve's relationship is revealed when they have sex in the common room because they think everyone is out of town.
James Rhodey Rhodes: $800 that Tony would convince Steve to try a threesome within 8 months of starting their relationship.
Thor: banned from betting after discovery that Heimdall is giving him tips
Nick Fury: $500 on "I don't care when Headstrong Idiot and Stubborn Moron get together. Whenever they do, they'll just be a pain in my ass in a more united way."
(Warning: slight, vague spoiler for SW Episode VII?)
Date: 2016-01-01 08:34 am (UTC)(I haven't seen "Uncle Chewie" anything online yet. Though, tbh, I haven't actively searched for it, either.)
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Date: 2016-01-20 04:35 am (UTC)Re: Not a fill
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Date: 2016-01-01 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-01 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-01 08:37 am (UTC)(I've played around with the idea of Gilroy and Larry knowing of each other independently of Michael, possibly by reputation only... but I lost steam before I could do much with it. =/)
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Date: 2016-01-01 09:47 am (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-09-02 04:36 pm (UTC)And then there was a knock at the door, and Dave pulled it open, and there was John, standing on the doorstep and looking uncomfortable.
But he was there.
Dave smiled. “Come in.”
“Look,” John said, “I really don’t care about the money. I don’t even want to talk about the money. I -”
“We should talk about it,” Dave said, “because neither of us are getting it.”
John stopped short. “What?”
Dave laughed softly. “Yeah. I’ll let you see the will, so you can witness it with your own two eyes, but - Dad left everything in a trust. For all of our kids.”
“I don’t have any kids,” John said slowly.
“Well, if you ever do.”
John wet his lips. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Well, then for my kids. He left you and I as joint trustees of the trust for the kids till they turn twenty-five, at which point each of them gets an equal share,” Dave said.
“How does that work? Not all of the kids would turn twenty-five at the same time.” John resumed following Dave into the kitchen, where Dave poured them both glasses of water.
“Well, Dad stipulated that the trust funds are split in half, half for my kids, half for yours, and we can divvy up each half among our kids as we see fit. Since Kathy and I aren’t planning on having more than two, that should be pretty easy to divide.”
“Wow, Dad.” John shook his head, sipped his water. “Always with the surprises.”
“You’re like him, you know,” Dave said.
John raised his eyebrows.
“With the surprises. Stanford, and then the Air Force,” Dave clarified.
John sipped some more water to stall for a moment. “Do you have any more surprises for me? Not sure I can handle any.”
“None,” Dave said.
“What did Dad say?” John asked. “That made you think he was sorry about - about me and him and...us.”
“He said he was sorry, asked me what he’d done wrong, how he could have so misunderstood you. Said you were so like Mom, but he didn’t see it, not till it was too late, because you’re so like him too.” Dave watched John carefully; he didn’t want to overwhelm John into a tactical retreat.
John nodded, gazed into his half-empty glass.
“So, your friend Ronon. He’s -”
John huffed. “He’s different, it’s true. Took me a bit to get used to him, but he’s good at what he does. It’s good to have him at my back.”
Dave raised his eyebrows. “You still seeing action?”
“More than I’d like,” John admitted.
“Everything with your work issue is - done?”
John nodded. “Yeah. Stars, for once I wish it would stop. It’s just - relentless.”
Dave looked John up and down again, and he realized John was tired.
“I wasn’t supposed to be the commanding officer. I was supposed to fly under the radar and finish out my twenty and -”
“Hey,” Dave said. “You’re home now. You don’t have to think about that here.”
John swallowed hard. “Home. Yeah.”
Dave finished his glass of water and set it aside. “Hey, you want to go say hi to the girls? You haven’t seen them since -”
“Since they were really, really small.” John nodded. “Sure. I - work with kids, sometimes.” He chuckled, low and self-deprecating. “It can be kinda rough.”
“They’re always smarter than we give them credit for.” Dave led John out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the girls’ playroom.
They were halfway up the stairs when Dave heard music. Opera. A tenor. Singing quando le sere al placido.
John raised his eyebrows. “Since when do you like opera?”
Dave made a face. “I don’t. You showed me how to sneak out of the theater box, remember?”
“Does Kathy like it?”
“She tolerates it better than I do,” Dave said. Then he sighed. “Anna. Anna’s on an opera kick. I wonder where she found that. If she’s on YouTube unsupervised…” He hurried up the stairs and pushed open the playroom door, John on his heels.
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Date: 2016-01-01 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-01 10:19 am (UTC)Fill: OC
Date: 2016-07-26 08:17 pm (UTC)"Pay no attention to them, son. Pretend they don't exist."
Grant was surprised by Dad's vehemence, given how easy-going he was, but after dinner, Mum took Grant aside and explained that some of Dad's family was rather...odd, and part of that crowd, and Dad hated to be reminded of it.
"Your father's a perfectly respectable accountant and they disowned him for it," Mum said, clucking her tongue sympathetically. "They're quite insulting, really. Call us muggles."
Which was the term Grant had heard them bandying about. He did a bit of asking about and heard that once there was an insane religious sect called the Muggletonians that had existed in the Seventeenth Century. Given the medieval robes people wore to Kings Cross on September First every year, Grant wondered if they were part of that crowd.
But the way he heard them say muggles was insulting, and if they called other people muggles, then they weren't Muggletonians, were they?
So Grant never mentioned it to Dad again, but every year, he and the other ticket booth operators put up a whiteboard in their booth and made a tally - hats, robes, strange pets, use of the word 'muggle', whether that band of unnaturally pale blonds came through.
And then one time a boy with messy hair and pushing a luggage trolley with an owl in a cage atop it stopped Grant.
"Excuse me." The boy had atrociously messy hair and wide green eyes behind broken specs. "Where might I find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?"
Grant made a mental tally note (at least one person asked that every year) but then adopted a stern expression and tone. "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Think you're being funny, do you?"
And the boy shrank away, and Grant hurried back to the booth to tell the others and add a tally to the whiteboard.
Sometimes, though, after all the strange people left, Grant prowled the space between platforms nine and ten and wondered what Platform Nine and Three Quarters would look like.
After the madness, Grant and the others divvied up their tallies to see who'd predicted the madness most accurately, and they scheduled a time to go round the pub for drinks for the winners, and it was back to business as usual for next year.
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Date: 2016-01-01 10:22 am (UTC)Fill: OCs (and tiny crossover)
Date: 2016-07-26 08:53 pm (UTC)"Me too," Chuy said. He and Jonathan had graduated from seminary together, still kept in touch. Both of them had been posted to congregations in California, where the churches were suffering a rash of baffling thefts.
Holy water thefts.
"At least your little blonde girl puts some effort into it," Jonathan said. "Pretends to genuflect and pray. That dark-haired girl wears totally inappropriate clothing into the church, and she doesn't even blink, just dips her canteen in the holy water without so much as a by-your-leave."
"Pretty sure one time Little Blondie came in with ash smeared on her face looking like she'd been in a fistfight," Chuy said. He was such a bleeding heart. Good thing for a priest to be. Bad thing to be for a priest who was under scrutiny for 'misappropriating' church property.
It was holy water. Water that he blessed once in a while. Water wasn't expensive.
"She dunked a whole six pack of water bottles into the holy water and I had to refill it before mass started, but she just looked so scared, I couldn't tell her no," Chuy said. "I almost offered her sanctuary."
"You know," Jonathan said, "the Mormons give out their holy oil for free. By the gallons. But no one wants it, do they? I wonder if their stuff gets stolen."
"I think yeah." Chuy hummed thoughtfully. "Except by dudes usually, or so a couple of their boys told me. Dudes wearing lots of flannel."
"At least we get the cute girls." Jonathan unbuttoned his cassock and squirmed out of it. He was officially off duty for the day.
"That's no way to keep a pure mind, Father," Chuy said reproachfully.
"Whatever. I can appreciate what God has made, can I not?"
Chuy laughed. "Right. Well, if you can think of a way to dissuade this holy water theft, let me know."
"Will do. Good night."
"Night."
Jonathan set the phone down and yawned, stretched. He could go put on his pajamas and listen to some soothing music and go to bed.
Someone knocked on the door.
Or not.
Jonathan peered through the peephole. A tall, dark-haired man stood on the doorstep, with a blond teenage son and a shorter, darker teenage son flanking him.
Jonathan opened the door a crack. "Can I help you?"
"Hey, Padre," the blond teenager said, holding up a box of ammo, "can you consecrate this?"
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Date: 2016-01-01 12:18 pm (UTC)Fill: OC
Date: 2016-07-26 08:34 pm (UTC)He wasn't.
He was just attempting to buy the whole store, scooping bottles off the shelves and into a handbasket that was dangerously overfull.
"Hey," Jay said, trying to keep his tone casual (he couldn't afford to lose this job, needed to pay for school and for his little girl). "You having a party tonight?"
"The last party," the man said. He had piercing, uncanny blue eyes and a deep, gravelly voice. "It's the Apocalypse, or didn't you know?"
Oh great. A religious nut with a drinking problem. The man heaved the basket onto the counter and shoved a credit card across the counter, for Clarence Messenger.
Yeah, some kind of religious nut.
He didn't even blink at the total Jay rang up. Just scrawled his signature - which didn't even look like English - and then uncapped the first bottle and drank it. All the way down. Without even stopping for breath.
Jay stared. "Holy - sir! You can't drink that here!" How was the man not dead?
But the man tossed the bottle aside and reached for the next, drank it down just as fast.
"Sir!" Jay protested.
"Like I said, it's the end of the world. It's high time I try to get drunk." The man drank a third bottle.
Jay tried to cut him off, but this wasn't a bar, and he owned the alcohol, and he couldn't send the guy home, because the guy was obviously too drunk to drive. Maybe Jay could call a cab.
And then the guy said, "How much would it cost to buy this entire store?"
Jay blinked. "What?"
"Because I can afford it."
Jay stared as gold coins literally rained down on the counter from out of thin air.
"It really is the end of the world," he said, and reached for one of the bottles, opened it, drank.
The crazy guy smiled and said, "Yep. The end of the world as you know it. Drink up, Jay." And the crazy guy swallowed the contents of another bottle, and the last thing Jay knew, before he passed out drunk, the crazy guy was berating his constantly-ringing cell phone.
"Shut up, Sam! Handle the Whore of Babylon yourself. You're an adult."
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Date: 2016-03-03 04:49 am (UTC)"I think I'd really rather she didn't," Sinestro says. "Once was quite enough."
"She's obviously kidding." Hal adds.
"Am I?" Carol smiles at them. "They say they've never seen such a prime example of the lengths one is willing to go to for..." she seems to choke on her words. "Love."
Hal actually does choke.
"This is ludicrous," Sinestro says. "The Star Sapphires would never erect statues of two men on Zamaron."
Carols grins brightly. "You're right," she says, tapping him on the nose. "I made it up. But now you get to think long and hard about how that was why you thought it was ludicrous."
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