Monday : ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
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emmatheslayer and today's theme is AU's or ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Prompts can be anything that is where worlds , places people are different then the existing oneJust 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.
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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...
+ example supernatural , Dean Winchester / Rowena , Are not witch and hunter but a duet rock band
+ example Jessica jones , Jessica jones / killgrave , they have no powers and are just normal and brake up and reconcile and actually love each other
+ example how to get away with murder , connor walsh / oilver Hampton are mob bosses who fall in love
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:17 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-06-05 10:37 am (UTC)"You know, when I first met you I wouldn't have pegged you as the kind of guy who enjoys making sweet and colorful pastries, some which can even be called cute," Sam says, shoving what's left of his éclair into his mouth. "Delicious."
"Really? What did you think I did?" Bucky asks not actually expecting an answer, Bucky already knows the kind of things people think about him, not like it bothers him, he's used to it by now.
Sam shrugs, cleaning his fingers against the sides of his pants. He looks pensive when Bucky looks up to see him still perched on the barstool while Bucky finishes up cleaning up the kitchen. The bakery has been closed for an hour now, he really wants to go home already but he got a bit sidetracked by Sam staying until he put up the closed sign and begged him for free deliciousness because they're friends and that's what friends do for each other. At least that was his reasoning for following Bucky to the back of the store.
"I don't know," he answers after a while, Bucky checks the ovens are off, puts molds and flour back in their place, "I mean, I felt I already knew you from Steve talking so much about you-"
"Likewise."
Sam chuckles. "So yeah, but then I met you and you just shook my hand and that was it. You spent the entire evening in a dark corner looking like you wanted to punch me for stealing your best friend."
"I did not. I was working out a new recipe in my head and I wanted to try it the next day. I was preoccupied. Sorry for not being the life of the party."
"I don't know man, there was a murderous aura surrounding you." Bucky can hear the teasing in Sam's tone, but instead of coming up with a retort he takes off his checkered apron and walks over to the baker's table where Sam is sitting by, taking with him a plate of apricot strudel and setting it before him. In an unexpected turn of events he actually enjoys Sam's company.
"That looks good," Sam mentions, not caring to take the fork Bucky provides and instead using his hands.
"You better say it is or you're banned from ever coming back to my bakery," Bucky warns, digging in too, finally realizing he's been hungry all this time.
"You wouldn't do that, you'd miss me too much."
"Uh huh."
Bucky examines Sam's face as he eats, his posture, the way he keeps smiling. "What do you think about me now?"
Sam stops, frowns. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, if you used to think I wanted to punch you or something what do you think now. You do spend a lot of time here after all, you're like my best customer."
Sam nods, meditating his answer before a full blown grin appears on his face. "You're a bit standoffish sometimes, but I don't think you wanna punch me anymore."
"You don't?"
"Nah, I think you wanna a taste of this," Sam answers, pointing at himself. Initially Bucky narrows his eyes, but then laughs. Sam is not far off. They've probably been doing this dance since the day they met. There is something about Sam that reels him in.
"So, you want a piece of my pie?" Bucky asks, teasing.
"Is that an euphemism?" Sam wiggles his eyebrows.
"Might be."
Reaching across the table is not as easy as it seems but they manage, and when they meet Bucky finds Sam tastes like apricot and sugar and black coffee and he would like to kiss him again. And maybe one more time after they part. Sam licks his lips, smirks and sits back down like it was the most natural thing in the world, maybe it was.
"That was interesting," Bucky declares already knowing there will be more of that in their future.
He maybe imagines being pressed against the walk-in fridge, feeling Sam's entire body against him, possibly defiling one of the tables his clientele likes so much.
"You loved it, don't even try to play it down, Barnes."
Bucky lets out a long suffering sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Just hook me up with some cronuts and you'll have me for the rest of your life," Sam declares all too proudly.
"That long?"
"I figured you're gonna need someone who keeps you honest."
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:18 am (UTC)FILL: MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, "A Royal Pain"
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“Hi, I’m Clint, I’m your consultant for today. You must be Phil?”
“Erm, hi, yes, I’m Phil!” Phil extended his hand, but Clint flashed him a smile and said,
“Follow me.”
Phil was lead to what he assumed was Clint’s work station. It was a mess.
The buzzing of tattoo guns started to grate on him and he asked, “Doesn’t the buzzing get to you?”
Clint again flashed him a smile, “Nah, I’m deaf!”
Phil looked a little confused. He wanted to reply but couldn’t form an answer, instead he simply said, “Oh.”
“Okay,” said Clint, after an awkwardly long pause, “So, I’ve got a design drawn up from what you wanted, and. . .?” Clint showed the design to Phil, who wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation so he nodded.
“Is that it?” Clint asked. “This is going to be on your body for the rest of your life!” he pointed out.
“Erm, yes, it’s fine as it is. More than fine. I am very with happy with. I am.” Phil nodded repeatedly.
“Right, then, let’s get this on you then,” Clint smiled.
“Right then,” Phil repeated and settled in the tattoo chair. After taking a couple of deep breathes, he nodded to Clint to start. Clint nodded back and turned to load the tattoo gun.
“You sure you don’t want any ear plugs or anything?”
Phil smiled, “I’ll be alright,” he lied.
“Alright! Here we go.”
Phil winced as the needle pierced his skin for the first time. The buzzing seemed to be blocked out by the pain.
“You okay? Just holler if you want me to stop.”
“It’s only small, I think I can manage.”
“Alright,” smiled Clint and continued. “So,” he asked after a beat, “tell me the story behind this.”
“I. . . I lost a bet,” Phil admitted.
“Ah,” Clint smiled, “Guess that makes sense. I mean, a pink pony, man!”
“It’s an alicorn.” Phil corrected and then realised what he’d said and quickly added, “Or so I’m told.”
Clint almost laughed, “Alright, brony, I believe you.”
“Are. . . We nearly done?”
“Do you want me to hold your hand?”
“No, thanks!” Phil didn’t want to seem weak, but he didn’t complain, or move when Clint squeezed his hand, and held onto it until the pink alicorn was complete.
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:18 am (UTC)Fill, Wanda/Natasha
Date: 2016-06-05 08:53 am (UTC)This woman, she doesn't know her. Barely saw her, or more like stared for as long as it was possible without being questioned about it. Wanda never met her, never said hi, but seeing her illuminated by the soft white of the fluorescent lamps of the grocery store was enough to capture her attention. Wanda drops the graphite pencil she had been holding tightly next to the sketchbook, looking away from her, stretching and blinking tiredly. It's almost 2 am and she should head to bed if she plans on ever starting her day before midday.
It's been a month and Wanda finds she's a regular at the grocery store, and she wonders why she never noticed the object of her...affection? Obsession? Her crush or something, if Wanda moved to her apartment almost a year ago. She can only be described as beautiful, words aren't really enough to say everything she is, so Wanda has put this feelings stuff into paper, on the margins of notebooks, on the canvas that had been blank for months before it was taken over by bright red hair, smooth skin and a half smirk that's entirely too enticing to be anything but dangerous.
When Pietro saw the easel standing in the middle of her room he lifted one eyebrow and shot her this look which meant this was definitely something. Maybe her brother knows her better than anyone else, Wanda feels different, like maybe she wants to reach out find out if she is anything like she's been imagining.
Next time she sees her over at the store debating over brands of cereal Wanda walks up with determination, pointing out the 2x1 especial and asks her name, receiving a husky Natasha and the smirk she knows too well by now in return. She's probably going to end up at the art supply store after this.
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:27 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-09-29 09:17 pm (UTC)But he’s not one of them anymore. He’ll never forget them and the good things they taught him, but he has to be himself.
So he takes a deep breath, pushes open the door -
And everyone in there stares at him.
“Hi,” he stutters out.
And then one boy jumps up to his feet - and up and up and up. “I’m Sam! Welcome! This is Charlie, the club president -” Charlie is a pretty redheaded girl - “and Gabriel, the Vice President. I’m the treasurer. What’s your name?”
“Benny,” he says.
Sam beams. He has dimples. “C’mon in. Find a spot. We’re planning our social events for the year.”
Most of them are seated on the floor, but there are a few chairs and beanbags. Benny listens to them talk, doesn’t say much. They’re nice, normal people, know each other well, joke around with each other, Becky’s not-so-secret obsession with Sam, Kevin’s dedication to his grades. Benny looks around at them and wonders why he felt so alone for two years, if all of these people are gay.
Not all of them. Dean, Sam’s older brother, is not a student, but he’s part of the community support team. He’s a little uncomfortable with the fact that Sam is bi, but he’s doing his best to be supportive to Sam and his new boyfriend, Castiel. (Sam’s ex-girlfriends, Ruby and Jessica, are also part of the club and are very pretty, very nice, but don’t interact with Sam much.)
Benny admits to Dean that he’s not entirely comfortable with The Scene either, that he’s new to this whole being openly gay thing. Benny isn’t sure if he’ll fit in, because he likes fishing and fast cars. Dean smiles and says he’ll be fine.
And he is.
He goes along to the socials - parties, movie night, game night, baking fundraiser - and he makes friends with Sam, and Charlie, and surprisingly Meg, one of Castiel’s ex-girlfriends. He admits, quietly, to Meg, that he has a crush on this one boy in his survey history class, a pretty, blue-eyed, sweet-faced boy named Samandriel, who has freckles across his nose.
Meg tells him to ask the boy out. What’s the worst he could say? No?
But Benny doesn’t. He can’t even bring himself to say hi to Samandriel when they pass in the hallways.
Bring him as a date to the Halloween bash, Meg says.
Maybe.
Benny doesn’t, though. He shows up, dressed as an old-time fisherman, with some fake vampire fangs thrown in just in case. Dean’s dressed, bafflingly, as a squirrel. His costume makes more sense when Sam shows up, dressed as a moose. Castiel is wearing wings and a halo. His brother, Gabriel (pansexual, prankster), is also wearing wings and a halo. As are Hannah, Gadreel, Ezekiel, Luke, Mike, Naomi, and…
Samandriel.
“The Messengers,” Sam explains. “All cousins.”
Ruby, Meg, Fergus, and Other Meg are all wearing little red horns and forked tails and carrying little pitchforks.
Where Castiel looks long-suffering, Gabriel looks like a devil in disguise, and the others look a little cheesy, with aluminum foil haloes and paper cutout wings, Samandriel actually looks angelic, dressed all in white, skin dusted with glitter. His wings are actual feathers, and his halo looks like shining silver.
He smiles when he sees Benny, drifts over to him, avoiding a few jabs from Fergus.
“Benny! What are you doing here?”
“You know my name,” Benny says stupidly.
“Smooth, buddy,” Dean muttered.
Samandriel’s smile is, well, angelic. “Of course I know your name. You’re cute! So, are you just queer-friendly, or actually queer?”
“Actually queer,” Benny says.
Dean pats him on the shoulder.
“Great! Come dance with me,” Samandriel says, and he laces his fingers through Benny’s, tows him out onto the dancefloor, and Benny’s night just gets better from there.
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:28 am (UTC)FILL: Shadowhunters - Jace/Alec
Date: 2016-05-23 04:31 pm (UTC)Alec watched from his spot in the back of the library, history book opened to the chapter they were studying but his focus was on the other side of the room where a girl was flirting with Jace. His pencil snapped when he held it too tightly as he watched the girl fling her arms around him. He looked down and frowned, digging through his bag for a new one.
A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Jace standing there smiling down at him. "What are you doing back here?" He asked and Alec could feel his heart flutter in his chest.
He pushed his glasses back up and answered. "Trying to get my homework done, not all of us have a football scholarship."
Jace laughed and ruffled Alec's hair. "Nerd," He joked, before sitting across from him. "Coming to the party tonight?"
"You know parties aren't my thing," Alec replied, looking back down at his homework. "Besides, I have an archery tournament tonight."
"Oh! I forgot! I guess I'm not going to the party either then."
Alec paused and looked up at Jace. "You? Miss a party? That's not very Jace Wayland like. Besides, wouldn't want to upset those pretty girls getting themselves all dolled up to see you."
Jace laughed. "Well, I think they'll understand me missing a party to cheer on my best friend." He reached out and gave Alec's shoulder a squeeze. "Besides, you come to my football games, why shouldn't I watch you?"
"Because nobody finds archery very interesting."
"You do."
Alec smiled. "Thanks, but go to your party, Jace. I'm sure you and Izzy will have lots more fun there."
"Alec-"
"Go to your party," Alec said, closing his book and starting to pack things away. "I have a last minute meet up to attend to, I'll see you later."
Jace stood up, pulling Alec in for a hug, making Alec's heart beat faster. "Good luck, Alec."
"Thanks."
He quickly left the library and made his way outside, taking deep breaths and willing his heartbeat to return to normal.
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:30 am (UTC)Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs (Disney), the queen vs the dwarfs, she’s a powerful witch, right? So when they try to attack her after Snow White is poisoned, she fights back with magic and destroys them.
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:32 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Kids Baking Championship AU where Harry is the baker/host and Louis is the parent of one of the kids (and the kid is not Freddie)
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:34 am (UTC)Star Trek reboot, Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy + bridge crew, they're all solo artists auditioning for a reality show talent competition and they're put into a group
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:36 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Louis was an assassin who fell in love with the target and decided to retire in order to protect him (Harry was the target)
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Date: 2016-05-23 05:38 am (UTC)Once Upon a Time, Rumplestiltskin + Jefferson, realizing in Storybrooke that the portal-jumper is actually Balefire (thanks to amnesia, time travel, and a reality-jumping hat)
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Date: 2016-05-27 04:19 pm (UTC)Cas drags Jimmy to the bakery every day, makes Jimmy order (tea for Cas, coffee for Jimmy, two brownies of Jimmy's choice), and then settles into the furthest corner with his laptop while Jimmy works on his latest story.
To his everlasting shame, it takes Jimmy about a week to catch on, but in their 25 years, Cas has never shown interest in anyone. Ever. So while Jimmy had noticed the cashier was hot, he didn't notice Cas noticing. He blinks, glancing from Cas to the cashier, and quickly looking back at his notebook when the cashier turns his head.
Dean, his nametag reads, Jimmy notes, the next day. He is scorchingly hot, but not what Jimmy had ever thought Cas would be into.
Well. Looks like he's gotta plan.
"Jimmy," Amelia says on their date that night. "Don't go messing this up for your brother."
He laughs. "I won't," he promises. "But Cas is gonna need help." She can't deny that but she does agree to help plan.
Because if Cas wants Dean the bakery guy, Jimmy's gonna make sure he gets Dean the bakery guy.
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Date: 2016-05-23 08:06 am (UTC)Fill, Repo!, Amber/Graverobber
Date: 2016-09-30 08:36 am (UTC)He always goes on Friday's after a hard day's work, ready to spend some money. It's almost like second nature by now, the smoky, seedy air of the house as welcoming as ever. He grabs a drink and heads up the stairs, going straight for the room he frequents the most.
Amber is dolled up. Her best garter and corset hugging her skinny frame. Long black hair falling straight down her back. Long nails red and bright. She shows a little skin, teases him with flashes of flesh and the tip of her tongue wetting her lips.
"I wad waiting for you," she says, automatic, rehearsed but so hot whispered in his ear. She pushes him down into the nearest chair. She turns around to put on some music, a psychedelic trance.
Amber knows how to move, she's very popular has a very long list of clients. The question of why Ambet bothers with him in the first place when he's the lowest of the low is in both their minds.
She grinds against him, hips swaying with the music, her long arms wrap around his neck. He knows she gets off on this as much as he does. Before long he's kissing her, trying to free her of the corset, she lets him touch, do to her what her wants because she wants it too. They've never really played by the rules.
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Date: 2016-05-23 08:26 am (UTC)Fill, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (1/2)
Date: 2016-06-05 11:05 pm (UTC)Whoever thought an 8 am swimming class sounded like a good idea must be a sadist, it's the middle of winter and ever though it's an inside pool the fact he has to jump into cold water is enough to make his skin crawl. When he brings up the subject of this ridiculousness, Steve tells him he is the one that's ridiculous and that he already signed them up so he better show up on Monday morning with his swimsuit, goggles and swim cap ready to take on the chlorinated water. Bucky thinks he should start looking around for a new BFF.
However, he shows up at the local public pool as instructed, backpack slung over one shoulder with everything he might need, pointedly grumbling and taken aback by the cheery attitude of some of the people around them. Steve looks just as happy as they are. Looking eager to start.
"I can't believe you dragged me into this. I could be sleeping. You do realize I work from home now and I don't need to get up until it's absolutely necessary, right?"
If Steve were another kind of person he would be rolling his eyes so hard at him, but as it is he only pats him in the back, rubs his palm against him as if to soothe him. Bucky is not ready to admit it might be working. "This is a necessity. You can't spend your days being lazy forever, Buck."
"I thought after my last blood sucking job I was entitled to a calm, worry free life."
"This isn't something to worry about, it's a fun activity with your best pal. It's been so long since we've done anything together. Just the two of us," Steve voices out, and he sounds so earnest Bucky mentally prepares himself for a boring class if only for Steve's sake.
He eyes the pretty lifeguard glued to her phone with distrust as they come back from the locker rooms, Steve clad in his blue swim trunks not noticing how a couple of girls ogle him, staring at his abs shamelessly. Bucky's probably been wearing the same trunks since he was twenty, whatever they still fit. He's tied his long hair back and mourns the fact he's going to have to get a haircut soon if he wants to be able to keep his eyes visible.
"We already know how to swim," Bucky bemoans as they approach the pool, he will go down fighting until the very end.
Steve shrugs like his friend's attitude doesn't bother him in the least, smiling at the people already gathered in the pool. "It's a good exercise."
Bucky follows Steve into the water, it comes up to his middle, his legs sinking and the water is not as cold or unpleasant as he initially thought. The class is about to start but he doesn't see anyone who looks even remotely certified to be teaching the class, just as this thought comes up he gets distracted by the guy in black and blue swimming jammers which hug his legs and ass in the right ways, he's muscle and skin and blinding smile and...maybe someone out there decided Bucky needed a break by granting him such a sight.
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