Tuesday: Timey Wimey
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oh_mcgee and today's theme is time travel! *vworp vworp* Anyway. Prompts can be anything that has to do with your character somehow being placed in a different time period, going back in time, forward in time, or just fandoms that revolve around time travel. Really, interpret it freely.
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...
Batman (comics), Terry McGinnis/Bruce Wayne, the portal to the other earth screws up and accidentally sends Terry back in time
Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, Bruce finds a way to manipulate time to bring Jason back, with consequences
The Flash (tv), Barry Allen/Harrison Wells(Eobard Thawne), he follows him into every timeline
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oh_mcgee and today's theme is time travel! *vworp vworp* Anyway. Prompts can be anything that has to do with your character somehow being placed in a different time period, going back in time, forward in time, or just fandoms that revolve around time travel. Really, interpret it freely.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...
Batman (comics), Terry McGinnis/Bruce Wayne, the portal to the other earth screws up and accidentally sends Terry back in time
Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, Bruce finds a way to manipulate time to bring Jason back, with consequences
The Flash (tv), Barry Allen/Harrison Wells(Eobard Thawne), he follows him into every timeline
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 2016 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: 2016-04-26 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-04 07:50 pm (UTC)“I think you’ll pass,” Sara replied. She was working on fixing her hair and dropped her arms as she finished. “I, on the other hand, can barely move.”
“I thought you said these were walking dresses, Gideon,” Kendra commented.
“They are, Ms. Saunders,” Gideon replied promptly. “The evening and ball gowns are much more intricate.”
Sara sighed in response and motioned for Kendra to proceed her out of the changing room. “We might as well face the rest of the group. I want it noted that if we get into a fight, I’m slicing this thing so I can move.”
Kendra looked over her shoulder as they made their way to the cargo hold where the men were waiting, having finished dressing long before them. “Are you armed?”
The former assassin grinned. “Don’t leave home without them.”
The men paused in their conversation as the two women swept into the cargo hold. “I was beginning to wonder if we needed to send assistance,” Leonard drawled, “but I see you were just confused by the clothes.”
“What you don’t like our choices?” Sara asked.
“I don’t think any of us expected to see you in a dress, Ms. Lance,” Martin responded. “You look lovely. And you as well, Ms. Saunders.”
Sara executed an almost perfect curtsey. “Why thank you, Professor,” she replied before taking the arm Leonard offered her. “Shall we?”
Leonard leaned his head closer to her as he guided her off the Waverider. “Do I even want to ask where you stashed your knives?”
“I love that you ask where and not if,” Sara answered.
The thief let out a laugh in reply. Victorian England was never going to be the same.
Sara and Kendra are wearing something like this (https://img1.etsystatic.com/072/0/10688841/il_570xN.809197191_jibx.jpg) or this style (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m40swaDNVG1r0tnf2o1_1280.jpg). Not what would normally be expected, but when in Victorian England.
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 05:49 am (UTC)Preseries. Dean dreams of Hell.
Fill: Expected (15+) (minor knifeplay, bruises)
Date: 2016-04-26 12:44 pm (UTC)Angels aren't real, he says to himself, every time he wakes up with his mother's words a whisper in his ear.
This is real: the reason he doesn't sleep more than a few hours, the reason he knows every bar open past midnight in every town large enough to have a nightlife. It's the reason he loses himself in lights and loud music and women who charge more than he can hustle, where there's too much noise for him to hear the screams and it's easy enough to wash away the acrid aftertaste of sulfur with another shot.
He's barely sleeping enough to survive.
He wakes up, the sweat already dry on his skin, and he checks himself over in the dim light from neon signs and streetlights that makes it through the window. Can't wake Dad, not for this, he tells himself, even as he traces unblemished skin where it was only just split in two, his body breaking and reforming under a blade both sharp and curved, designed especially for him.
He changes, covering the bruises with layers so he can't look down and remember that they're supposed to be there, blossoming black and green over his wrists, where he was tied down.
He leaves, as quietly as he can, because he doesn't want to talk about it and see his father's eyes narrow; his father would say he can't handle it, and this is the only thing Dean has. He kills monsters by day and by night, and in between he buries himself in excesses that echo through his body, so he can forget that he knows where they're going.
He never manages to forget that they're expecting him, there.
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Date: 2016-04-26 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 06:46 am (UTC)There is so much to forgive, but you do not
know how to forget.
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Date: 2016-04-26 06:46 am (UTC)Flashback - warm nights -
Almost left behind
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Date: 2016-04-26 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 07:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 07:18 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-04-26 06:54 pm (UTC)She knows he's the John who will hold her, will love her.
But he doesn't have what it takes to lead the resistance, to do what he has to do for the greater good of humanity (she's still not sure what that is, other than a numbers game, the more humans, the better). The way he's so upset that his mother killed a man (a man who was trying to kill her) does not bode well for his having the ability to make the necessary sacrifices when the time comes.
And then he tells her the truth - he's never seen his mother kill a man. His mother didn't kill anyone in that bathroom. He did it. He did the killing. And he is angry, because his mother is supposed to protect him, to have what it takes to get the right thing done. And in the moment that mattered most, she couldn't do it, she almost let him alone. So he killed the man. And he knows what it's like now, can never take that back. And he knows he has to be willing to make those hard choices, because he cannot trust that anyone - not even someone he loves - will be willing to make the choice when it counts.
And now she understands the look she saw in his eyes right before he asked her to go back, protect him and his family, at the cost of her own life.
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Date: 2016-04-26 07:27 am (UTC)(does not have to be a single day, I just mean the trope)
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Date: 2016-04-26 08:29 am (UTC)Original Fic
Date: 2016-05-04 08:58 pm (UTC)“If you shush me any louder, they’re going to hear.”
Gregory set his bag down and smiled at his wife. “I think we have two spies,” he commented in a low voice.
“The Henderson twins?” she asked.
“I would suspect they saw us.”
“We did!” one of the twins yelled and the other one immediately shushed him.
Moving across the yard, Gregory leaned on the fence, looking over it at the two boys crouched down in the bushes. “Hello,” he said cheerfully.
“Are you an alien?” the first one asked.
“Nope.”
“Are you a spaceman?” the second one asked.
“Nope.”
“Are you going to hurt us?” the first one asked.
“Absolutely not,” Gregory said. He leaned over the fence as if he was going to impart a great secret to them. “I’m a time traveler.”
With the widened eyes of the twins behind him, he headed back towards his wife, picking up his backpack on the way. “Where to next?” she asked, slipping her hand through his arm.
“How about a nap?” he replied. “And then the Wild West.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she replied. Tugging on his arm, she pulled him into the house.
Behind him, Gregory could hear the twins exclaim, “Time?” “Travel?”
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Date: 2016-04-26 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 08:32 am (UTC)With a bit of a mind flip
You're into a time slip
And nothing can ever be the same.
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Date: 2016-04-26 08:33 am (UTC)If I could press rewind
Rewind the take
Redefine the line
We make mistakes
Take it back in time,
Just one day
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-26 11:14 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2016-04-26 01:00 pm (UTC)She didn't feel like a child. Hadn't felt like a child since she'd first received her Hogwarts letter and realized that she was destined for a world her parents could never fully grasp, that she would be left navigating it mostly on her own. Ron and Harry had laughed at her constant studying, but she had to read to catch up, to know the simple things, like how Magical folk celebrated birthdays or why they still wore robes when modern clothes were so much more practical.
Hermione sank down in the small alcove and rested her elbows on her knees. Harry was supposed to give himself up to Voldemort. Everyone else in the Great Hall was marshaling the bodies of the dead. So many funerals to come.
Hermione knew she should be out there at Ron's side, putting on a brave face because she wasn't Harry Potter, but she was one of his best friends, and that meant something. Like him, she was a symbol, if a lesser one.
Mostly she wanted to cry.
So the rage that surged through her when Draco Malfoy appeared, black robe tattered, Death Eater mask in one hand, completely surprised her. She was on her feet, wand pointed at his throat, but he didn't flinch. He just looked resigned.
"Hermione," he said, and she was shocked, because he'd never used her given name before. She was always Granger, two syllables spat with such disdain.
"Hermione," he said again, "it's going to be all right."
His tone was so quiet, so gentle, that Hermione didn't know what to do. The expression on his face was - serene. Resigned. But there was something in his eyes she didn't understand.
"Harry's going to win, I promise," Draco continued, and that was so strange, too, the way he said Harry's name like they were...friends. "I need you to stay strong for just a little longer, all right? Harry's going to need you."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she hissed. He was making no sense.
"I wanted to see you one last time. I can't be here long. And when I get back, they'll probably kill me, so -"
Hermione was shocked into stillness when he pushed aside her wand, leaned in, and kissed her, as softly as raindrops on water.
Then he pulled back, reached beneath the collar of his robe, and drew out - a Time Turner.
"Goodbye, Hermione Jane," he said, and finally she could read the emotion in his eyes. He loved her. Then he tugged the golden chain over his head - and was gone.
She caught the Time Turner (the last of its kind) before it hit the ground and broke. And then Ron called her name, and it was back to the war.
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:16 am (UTC)also not a fill yet
Date: 2016-04-26 07:47 pm (UTC)Do you prefer canon compliant or AU?
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:17 am (UTC)not a fill (yet)
Date: 2016-04-26 07:46 pm (UTC)Do you care about crossover pairings?
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:18 am (UTC)