Tuesday: Holidays

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Hello, everyone. I’m x_disturbed_x and today's theme is holidays. Prompts can deal with any kind of holiday (personal such as birthdays or anniversaries or national/observed ones). As long as it deals with a holiday in some way your good.

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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
Jessica Jones, Jessica Jones & Patricia Walker, decorating the tree
Free!, Haruka Nanase/Rin Matsouka, white day
Author’s Choice, Author’s Choice, 25th Anniversary

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[x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com]

Galavant, Gareth & Richard, national best friend's day (june 8th apparently)

[x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com]

Galavant, Madalena & Isabella, "Why did I have to get my mortal enemy for secret santa?"

[x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, trick or treat

Fill: Gundam Wing

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Lady Une is startled out of her reading for the third time that night, she wonders if she is doing this Halloween thing wrong. Don't decorate, they said at the office. Leave your exterior lights off, they said. No one will ring your doorbell.

The first time no one was at the door. The second time her lawn had been studded with sporks. She doesn't think the third time is going to be the charm.

But she recognizes handwriting on the note pinned to her door with a fake knife and fake blood.

Trick or Treat.

Duo Maxwell is back in town.

Dammit. And he has the other pilots running stealth missions with him. Wasn't Trowa supposed to be taking Marimeia to the circus for its special Halloween show? Surely Quatre wouldn't have let him abandon his familial duties so.

Lady Une removes the note and fake knife and takes them inside and disposes of them, and then she goes back to reading.

She is about to fall asleep when the doorbell rings yet again.

Enough is enough.

She grabs her sidearm, rips open the front door -

And there is a massive wicker basket loaded with candy, caramel apples, candied nuts, and other traditional fall treats.

Lady Une smiles.

[tigriswolf]

The Nightmare before Christmas/Rise of the Guardians, author’s choice, they try to kidnap North instead

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate multiverse, any, explaining holidays to aliens.

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard + Teyla & Ronon

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“I do not understand,” Teyla said. “You have only one day to express love for another?”

“No, it’s not like that. I mean, we can love people all year long but on February fourteenth we make a special effort to tell them.”

Rodney didn’t know what had made him ask Teyla for advice. She didn’t know anything about Valentine’s Day. Hell, he barely had any experience with it himself. At least nothing that could be called successful.

“Should you not tell your family you love them every day?”

“Yes. And I try to do that, but see…it’s just that this one day has so much meaning. If I screw it up, it’ll ruin things.”

Teyla’s expression softened. “You will not ruin things, Rodney. John knows how you feel.”

Rodney sighed. “I wish it was that simple. You make one mistake, eat one or two chocolates out of the candy heart, and you get a door slammed in your face.”

“You give hearts made of candy?” Teyla wrinkled her nose. “That does not sound very romantic.”

“They don’t look like real hearts. Anyway, that’s not the point. This is the one night a year I have to really bring it, you know? Show how well I know John. It’s like a test to make sure I’ve been paying attention.” It was the one test Rodney was worst at. He loved John, but that didn’t automatically make him a more thoughtful, considerate person.

“I want to know more about the flying babies that shoot arrows,” Ronon said. He was lounging on the floor of Teyla’s room, sharpening one of his knives. “Do they punish you if you get things wrong?”

“No!” Rodney put his head in his hands. “Just forget it.”

“Rodney.” Teyla put her hands on his knees. “You do not have to do anything special for John. The fact that you are so worried shows how much you care.”

“Sex,” Ronon said. “He’ll like that for sure.”

Teyla gave him a quelling look. “He will be happy just to spend time with you. Perhaps you could watch a movie.”

“But that’s so…ordinary.” Rodney cursed time for moving so quickly. He had plans drawn up for a Ferris wheel, but other projects kept getting ahead of it, and then the desalination system had broken down, and there was that thing with the earthquake on M33-T87. Maybe he could do it for Christmas. That was a good first Christmas present, right?

Ronon snorted. “Nothing about you is ordinary, McKay.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Maybe I can talk to Shipley, get her to make a special dessert. John likes dessert, right?”

“Whatever you plan will be perfect, Rodney,” Teyla said. It was clear even to Rodney that she was losing her patience.

“Right. Okay. Well, thank you, I guess. I better get to Shipley before someone else has the same idea.” Rodney got up and headed for the door. He was startled when he opened it and John was on the other side, hand raised to knock. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey yourself. Everything okay?”

“Fine, fine. Just…uh…going. See you later?” Rodney dodged around John, though he couldn’t help reaching out and running his hand over John’s hip.

“Sure. Later.” John walked into Teyla’s room. “Teyla, I need some advice.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett+any, remembering Pearl Harbor Day

Fill: Hawaii Five O - Steve McGarrett - Least We Forget

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't that long ago. Not in your life time or mine, but your grandparents remember." Steve paused fighting the urge to pull at the starched collar of his dress uniform. He'd been spending way too much time in soft casual clothes which made the stiffness of the material that much more noticeable.

"It's important that we remember the sacrifice of the Americans who died that day. They were like the men and women who are serving today." Again he paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "Everyone who serves is a hero and at the end of the day they all just want to go home to their families."

He took a deep breath then smiled. "Does anyone have any questions?"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Sentinel, Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg, remembering fallen comrades on Memorial Day

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Jim crawled into the cab of his truck an hour or so before dawn. He hated like hell to leave Blair sleeping in bed, but he knew his lover wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at this hour of the morning, not after how late Blair had been up marking research papers that had him pulling his hair out. Blair could come with him next year.

His goal was to be at Tahoma National Cemetery by dawn. To watch the sunrise and be there for when the representatives from the VFW posts began to place the flag on the graves of the fallen soldiers. His team members weren’t there, but there wasn’t a holiday that he didn’t think of the members of his team that lost their life in Peru and while none of their remains were here, he’d still honor their memory by honoring others who’d made the ultimate sacrifice.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, failing at Valentine's Day

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse; McShep and Joe/Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"What did you get Evan for Valentine's Day?" Rodney was pleased with himself. He'd arranged for a nice dinner that John didn't have to cook, a first edition of John's favorite book, and for Joe and Evan to be out of the house so they could have sex in every room they had energy for (Evan had agreed).

Joe made a non-committal noise, squinting at the glass board and sucking on the end of his dry erase marker while he did calculations in his head. He looked enough like John that the image was distracting for a moment.

Rodney threw a whiteboard eraser at him (he'd been friends with John and Ronon for too long). "Hello! Flanigan! What are you getting Evan for Valentine's Day?"

Joe spun around, eyes wide with alarm, and damn, sometimes it was so easy to forget that underneath the face Rodney knew as John Sheppard's, in some ways he was just a kid. "Wait, what? Valentine's Day? It was barely Christmas."

"Valentine's Day is tomorrow," Rodney said.

Joe was out the door before his marker hit the floor.

"Huh," Rodney said to empty air. "I wonder what Evan has planned."

*

"So what are you getting Rodney for Valentine's Day?" Evan asked. He and John were poring over the latest personnel recommendations for the next wave of Atlantis.

"Hm?"

"I made Joe a new math journal. Tooled the leather myself. Used his favorite colors to marble the fly leaves. Rodney was eyeing this new laptop, you know? State-of-the-art, Asgard upgrades. First civilian unit, too."

"We don't do Valentine's Day," John said. "Rodney said so."

"So...if he bought you a first edition of Anna Karenina, that wouldn't count as a Valentine's gift?"

John glanced at the calendar, did a double take. "Damn. Hey, fire up your computer. How soon could we get one of those laptop delivered to the house?"

Evan slid aside obligingly and let John begin typing at his computer. He stood up, said, "I'm going for some coffee. Want some?"

"Sure," John said, distracted.

Evan nodded and ducked out into the hallway. As soon as he was out of earshot of his own office, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed.

Rodney answered immediately. "It's so gratifying to be the responsible one this year. Joe's out hunting for a gift right now."

"Did you give him a hint?"

"He ran away too quickly."

"Send him a text message."

"And my laptop?"

"On its way as we speak."

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, carving pumpkins for Halloween.

Fill: Carving Joy From Monstrosities

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

"Hannibal, can I borrow a scalpel? Please?"

Hannibal snapped the last finger of asparagus and then turned to study Will, who was posed much too casually in the doorway leading out to the kitchen garden.

"May I enquire as to what you intend to do with it?"

Will shrugged, fingers playing absently with the fraying cuff of his favorite work shirt.

"You spent half an hour yesterday critiquing my technique while I was trying to finish up with that hospice carer."

"And you did a most exquisite job, my sweet boy," Hannibal complimented gracefully, and Will fought the urge to roll his eyes, both at the endearment and at the tiny smile of reminiscence that lit up Hannibal's face. "His hands will never again wander anywhere they shouldn't. I simply wanted to point out one or two..."

Will stopped plucking at loose threads, raised a finger and waited for Hannibal to quieten, having learned to cut him off at the pass wherever possible before he really got going, without actually interrupting him. Because that would be rude.

"The point is, I need to practice. Just me, a scalpel, and something to cut on so I can...perfect my form and artistry. I wouldn't want to let you down the next time we...display together."

The expression on Hannibal's face at the thought of them creating their special kind of art together was now practically beatific, and Will marveled once more at how open Hannibal had become now he had someone to share his life with, to share himself with.

"And what precisely will you be 'cutting on', if I might ask?"

Reaching back out of sight behind the door frame, Will produced a rather lumpy-looking cotton grocery sack.

"I went by the farmers' market on the way home, and Rosario had this box full of tiny, oddly-shaped pumpkins, and I thought-"

Will cut himself off as Hannibal reached out and took the bag from his hand, pulling out one mis-shapen lump after another, separating them out into two sets of five pumpkins each.

"You thought the wall at the end of the garden would be the perfect place to display the results of your practices, so that the local children might enjoy them on their way to and from school, correct?"

One day, Will told himself, he was going to get used to how well Hannibal truly knew him, but until that day dawned, he'd just keep on being vaguely awed and slightly creeped out by the man's unerring accuracy.

"Correct. So, can I borrow a scalpel?"

"Only if you allow me to join you in attempting to make something visually appealing out of these monstrosities."

Six hours later, as they arranged their ghouls and ghosts and goblins along the top of the garden wall, Will wondered, had he known that being this happy, this carefree, having so much goddamn fun was part of the deal, would he have given in to Hannibal's Machiavellian machinations earlier?

He was rather afraid the answer might just be 'Hell, yes!'

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Castiel, National hugging day.

Fill!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Dude, personal space." Dean tried to shove Castiel away. People were staring.

Since Castiel could lift a one-ton anvil, however, should he choose not to moved, Dean could not do so.

"It's national hugging day," Castiel said. "I read it on my phone. It is currently trending on Twitter."

Dean craned his neck to glare at Sam, who'd introduced Castiel to Twitter.

"You're still in my personal space."

"There is no personal space on this day."

"Then go hug Sam."

"He is next," Castiel said. He leaned in and kissed Dean.

When they finally surfaced for air, Dean light-headed, "He said, he better not be next in line for that."

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Sam Winchester, National pie day.

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled as he quietly closed the door behind him. He’d managed to sneak out and back into the hotel room with a surprise for Dean. His brother had an unnatural love of pie and when he’d logged onto the computer and saw it was National Pie Day, he knew there was no way he was going to let that pass.

Setting the real, fresh baked, berry pie on the table, safe from harm, he took the other pie, the one he got to prank Dean and walked to his brother’s bedside. With an evil grin and palmed the pie and dropped it on Dean’s face. When his brother woke swearing, he just smiled and said “Happy Pie Day.”

“Bastard. How could you ruin a perfectly good pie?”

Shaking his head, he pointed to the table where the real pie was sitting while Dean wiped the whipped cream off his face and licked his fingers.

“Pie!”

“Happy now?” Sam asked as Dean flicked whipped cream at him before walking toward the pie.

“Pie!”

“Asshole,” Sam declared, grabbing the small pie he’d gotten for himself because he knew Dean wouldn’t share, plus he liked custard better than Dean’s favourite Berry pie.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Poision Ivy/Harley Quinn, National kissing day.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Hug your cat day.

FIll: SGA, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"What is this?" John picked up a photo of Rodney hugging his cat. "Where are your pictures of Jeannie and Madison? Or the rest of your family?"

Rodney plucked the photo out of his hands. "It commemorates Hug Your Cat Day." He hoped he wasn't blushing, but judging by John's smirk, he was failing. "I never really had cause to celebrate Valentine's Day or anything, all right?"

John's smirk faded. "Right. Well - we need to change that."

"It's not Valentine's Day," Rodney said.

"I know." John tapped his radio. "Major Lorne?"

Rodney blinked. Lorne was an efficient XO, but he couldn't magically make it Valentine's Day. Even some things were beyond his power.

John said, "Get me some cat ears and a selfie stick. I know Dr. Kusanagi mocked one up." He paused, nodded, "Excellent."

"What was a that about?" Rodney demanded.

John leaned in and grinned, purred, and Rodney's heart skipped a beat. "It's Hug Your Cat Day."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, visiting Italy and not realising it's Liberation Day* and there's 100% more tourists than anticipated




*Totally based on a true story. Going from a country where there's a National/Bank Holiday every month from March to October making them Not A Big Deal to a country with only two in its calendar making them a HUGE ENORMOUS Deal was a culture shock

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, Venetian Carnevale AKA better get all your partying done before Lent

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Father Ted, any or ensemble, celebrating an obscure Catholic feast day

Fill: (Drabble) Just look who turned up for today

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Mrs Doyle, we celebrate St Feuck’s Day today.”

“Ah to be sure, shall I make some tea?”

“No Mrs Doyle, that really won’t be necessary.”

“Ah, go on, go on, it won’t be any trouble.”

“Okay, Mrs Doyle, if you insist.”

“See, I knew you wanted a cup.”

***

“So, remind me Ted, which saint is it we’re celebrating?”

“Dougal, I’ve told you, it’s St Feuck’s Day.”

“What do we know about St Feuck?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“So why are we celebrating?”

“Because when Bishop Brennan visits later today, for once he won’t be able to complain that Jack isn’t being pious.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, any/any, a kiss for Midwinter luck

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Leverage, ensemble, talk like a pirate day

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Nate and Sophie sat back and shook their heads as Hardison and Parker walked around talking like pirates. Parker embraced Talk like a Pirate Day by dressing like a pirate complete with what looked like a real cutlass strapped to her hip that had them wondering where she’d stolen it from. What really set them back when their often too serious hitter came in and the first words out of his mouth were in perfect pirate speak. Hardison was a little put out as Parker cuddled right up to Eliot and they walked into the kitchen his arm around her.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Extraterrestrial Abductions Day.

Fill: Stargate SG-1; clone!Jack

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jack hates high school. He has no idea why the hell he thought it would be a good idea to try again. The high school girls were cute for two seconds before he remembered they were high school girls and he'd been married and a father and lost a son and divorced before most of them could read.

He needs to get out. He hasn't got a solid plan yet. Even though he's emancipated he still has a social worker and a guardian ad litem and probably someone from the NID keeping an eye on him too, and he needs to figure them out before he can figure out his escape.

Because high school, in addition to being filled with children (and one boy looks just like Charlie would have at this age - no, don't think about that), celebrates the most inane holidays. Extra-terrestrial Abductions Day is a nightmare. The kids are running around sporting shirts that kinda look like they have Asgard on them, but they have no clue. What it's like to be hijacked by a Goa'uld, or to be trapped on an alien planet, or to be abducted by one of those little gray bastards and cloned improperly and then cut off from everyone and everything he knew and cared about and loved.

A girl tries to hand him an alien-shaped cookie. Jack pushes past her and marches for the parking lot.

"Hey, you can't skip school!" she calls after him.

"Watch me," he snaps over his shoulder, and runs into a person.

He comes up short, hands balled into fists, ready for a fight, ready for anything.

Except blue eyes behind glasses and a wry smile.

"Hey, Jack," Daniel says. "I called the office, checked you out for the day. Want to go shoot something? I need to re-qualify for gate travel."

"Hell yes," Jack says, and follows Daniel to his car. Worst damn holiday ever.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Louis isn't sure if he likes his birthday being Christmas Eve or not.

Not A Fill, But...

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

This reminded me of The Adventurous Adventures of One Direction Christmas when Louis was trying to get Harry to remember his birthday.

H: Christmas Eve?
L: Besides Christmas Eve.
H: Boxing Day Eve Eve?
L: Besides Boxing Day Eve Eve.

Ah, I need to watch those again soon!

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, it is fascinating how holy days change over time

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, sam\dean (or gen), national hug day!

Fill - A Hug a Day Keeps the Monsters Away

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Sam doesn't know how to go about this, he's been walking back and forth between his bedroom and Dean's. He's changed his mind nothing short of a hundred times, but it's now or never.

He knocks on the door.

And he's about to run away in panic, when Dean appears. He must have been sleeping, because his hair is a mess, eyes small and he looks like he perhaps wants to strangle him. Sam let's out a small laugh, tapping his fingers against the wall next to him.

"Can I come in?"

Dean narrows his eyes, before he throws the door open letting him in.

Sam looks around the room as if it were the first time he's seeing it. But he needs to plan this. He can't just jump Dean and hug him until he can't breath from Sam's weight over him, no matter how tempting it might be. They're not usually what someone might call touchy, not unless they're in mortal peril. But right now both are still in one piece and it's actually a day off they're enjoying after battling evil non-stop.

Dean goes to sit on his bed, looking at Sam like he's grown two heads.

Right. He can do this. "Dean, do you know what day is today?"

"Kick your brother's ass day?" He ventures out.

"You're not funny."

"I think I am."

Dean's grinning, and really, Sam needs to get this over with.

He opens his arms, waiting for Dean to take the hint. He just blinks.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks him, crossing his own arms, and lifting his left eyebrow.

"It's National Hug Day, Dean!" Sam explains exasperated.

"Yeah, and?"

Sam motions between the two of them, and opens his arms again.

Recognition passes through Dean's face, eyes big. "No, Sammy. We're not doing that."

"Dean, hugs are good. They relax you."

"I said no."

Sam makes his eyes bigger, and sighs and sighs walking closer to Dean, sitting down next to him. Their shoulders bumping.

Dean rolls his eyes, shaking his head and despite himself he puts one arm over Sam, slowly pulling him close. Sam takes the opportunity and completely engulfs his brother in his arms.

"Just this one hug, Sam," Dean warms. His breath tickling Sam's neck.

"Shut up, Dean," Sam grumbles, hugging his brother harder. "You wuv hugs."

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, he's forgotten more holy days than most people know existed

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

He's forgotten more holy days than most people know existed, but in this new, politically-correct, socially conscious world, when he calls into work and tells his boss it's a religious holiday and he's taking the day off, it's never a lie, but it's not really the truth anymore either.

[tigriswolf]

Animorphs, Cassie, when Rachel's birthday becomes a day of remembrance

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The other resistance fighters gather around faded reproductions of an old school photo of a blonde girl who was so beautiful sometimes it hurt to look at her. They murmur and chuckle, trading stories about her bravery, her fearlessness, and her unerring sense of style even in the middle of battle (some boys even wear butterfly clips in their hair as a mark of bravery; it's a strange new world with the yeerks on the rampage). Cassie doesn't join in with them, but then she's one of Them, and like Marco and Jake and Ax, she is given a wide berth. Instead she goes to the kitchen and finds a cupcake that someone must have scavenged from a convenience store, finds an old birthday candle she's saved and used so many times it's worn down to a tiny nub, and she makes a birthday cupcake. She sings a song no one sings anymore, and she remembers sleepovers and cafeteria lunches, and when she blows out the candle, she wishes that Rachel is happy, wherever she is.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Wear Something Gaudy Day