Mardi: Languages
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dreammaidenn and this Tuesday's theme is Languages. Prompts can be anything as long as they have something to do with languages, real or fictional. Have fun!
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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ Star Wars, Rey (+Any), being fluent in Droidspeak
+ Doctor Who, Any, one time the TARDIS couldn't translate
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, learning a new language together
We use 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 2017 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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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dreammaidenn and this Tuesday's theme is Languages. Prompts can be anything as long as they have something to do with languages, real or fictional. Have fun!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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ Star Wars, Rey (+Any), being fluent in Droidspeak
+ Doctor Who, Any, one time the TARDIS couldn't translate
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, learning a new language together
We use 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 2017 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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: 2017-01-10 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-10 09:57 am (UTC)Fill - Ten/Rose
Date: 2018-09-26 05:44 pm (UTC)Darleg Ulv Stranden.
Two people stood at the ends of the worlds, three hearts cracking, four eyes threatening to tear.
It had to be so, and The TARDIS knew it.
"I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye"
And so he was. She was helping him, of course, finding just the right sun. He had to say these things. He had to leave Rose Tyler. She understood that this rendering would pain both Rose Tyler and her lonely madman, but it had to be. Rose Tyler would move galaxies to get something she wanted that was taken away from her, and she had to rend them in order to put the stolen worlds back when they would be stolen. She had to stride worlds to pluck the Donna Noble that wasn't Donna Noble to change the past that shouldn't-but-could-be. She needed to be the balance for the Doctor-that-wasn't-that-was-Donna.
"But I love you!" The TARDIS wasn't immune to the pain in her voice.
"Quite right,too.And I suppose, if it's my last chance to say it-"
She sensed a threat. Declarations of love were balm to humans. Emotional closure. Emotional closure that might comfort and sate Rose Tyler.
"I love you, too"
If she had had lungs she would have gasped, but she didn't. Nor did she have time. The balance had to hold. He was emotional, had lapsed into whispered Gallifreyan. It was slightly annoying, but it gave her the opening to translate his words...however she had to.
"Rose Tyler, I-"
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Date: 2017-01-10 10:01 am (UTC)Mini-fill
Date: 2017-01-11 03:32 pm (UTC)So when Cedric sat on a stool in front of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
"Parseltongue, eh, lad? You know what that means."
Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, Cedric thought desperately, because he didn't want his mum to hate him, to think he was evil.
And the Hat said, "Hufflepuff!"
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Date: 2017-01-10 11:20 am (UTC)fill: Highlander, of course
Date: 2023-03-23 07:39 pm (UTC)Methos has forgotten more languages than most of humanity ever even realize existed. He has philosophized about the creation and destruction of languages, and how that reflects the creation and destruction of communities and societies and peoples.
(does a language that only a single soul knows has been recorded in a single place count as dead? in fact, can a language truly die? perhaps in a future life, he will write on that)
But today, as he acts as a barback for Joe, whose legs have been aching lately, he drops a bin full of dirty glasses and, when the bin spills shattered glass all over the floor, Methos peeks out of Benny Adamson to mutter a curse that not one other soul on earth would recognize as the hypothesized proto-indo-european language ancestor with no written record at all.
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Date: 2017-01-10 01:40 pm (UTC)FILL: Five Times Steve and Danny Talk Telepathically
Date: 2017-01-11 03:05 am (UTC)1. Steve looks away from the suspect who they have in interrogation and raises a single eyebrow at Danny. You believe this guy's alibi?
Danny rolls his eyes and shakes his head. No way.
Steve tilts his head towards the door. Wanna leave so he can sweat it out for a few minutes?
Danny nods quickly. Sounds good.
The pair exits the room without saying a word.
2. Danny's face shows nothing but pure relief when he finds Steve in North Korea. Thank God I found you.
Steve raises his head and stares at Danny with wide, blinking eyes. I can't believe you came all this way for me.
Danny rushes forward, untying Steve's hands from the bounds that hold him. His hands trail over Steve's arms. Of course I did. I always will.
3. Steve places a hesitant hand on Danny's shoulder after he comes home from burying his brother. You okay, buddy?
Danny shakes his head and bites his lip. No. I'm not sure if I'll ever be.
Steve exhales slowly. Do you want to talk about it?
Danny shakes his head faster and blinks the tears out of his eyes. No. I don't think I can.
Steve reaches forward to wrap his arms around Danny in a gentle embrace. I'll be here for you no matter what.
Danny melts into the hug and allows his head to rest on Steve's shoulder. His hand pats Steve's back. Thank you.
4. Danny's eyes lower from Steve's face when Steve peels off his wet shirt. He gulps audibly. Jesus Christ, babe.
Steve smirks victoriously. Like what you see?
Danny scowls, but he's blushing. You know I do. But really, in the office?
Steve shrugs as he puts on a new shirt. I wasn't trying to do anything. I was just changing out of this wet shirt.
Danny bites his lower lip. Heat is blazing in his eyes. Maybe later?
Steve walks past Danny and pats him on the ass. Danny inhales sharply, and Steve grins. Definitely.
5. Danny feels the weight of Steve staring at him and turns. What is it?
Steve smiles at Danny shyly and gives him "heart eyes." I'm completely in love with you.
Danny beams and his eyes sparkle when he moves forward for a kiss. Same here, babe. I love you, too.
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Date: 2017-01-10 05:23 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse mafia AU
Date: 2017-01-11 03:59 am (UTC)The evening started pleasantly enough. It was a big crowd gathered to celebrate - General O’Neill, Colonel Carter, Colonel Mitchell, Dr. Jackson, Teal’c, Vala, Woolsey, Teyla, Kanaan, Ronon, Keller, Beckett, John, Rodney, Zelenka, and Evan. They’d picked a restaurant that was pretty quintessentially American so as not to get into a terrible debate over food types - and so Ronon, Teyla, and Kanaan could enjoy more American cuisine - and had burgers, fries, and milkshakes.
The joint had had an old-fashioned jukebox, the kind with bubbles, and Vala, Teyla, Kanaan, and Ronon had each picked a song. They danced in the little space in front of the jukebox, and they shared stories - carefully edited and elided in case of eavesdroppers - and they laughed and talked. John hadn’t socialized with SG-1 much, but he had a good relationship with Carter and Mitchell, and Rodney and Jackson had come to some kind of truce after the encounter with the Vanir, so there wasn’t any awkward tension.
After the meal, they headed out to the parking lot to go their separate ways, and Kanaan pressed his forehead to Jackson’s, and there was a sharp comment, loud laughter from somewhere nearby.
Jackson reeled off a reply in the same language. Evan stepped between Kanaan and the two strangers, young men with dark hair and dark eyes wearing jeans and t-shirts and sporting complicated tattoos on their arms.
Mitchell looked uncertain, but he stepped in front of Jackson when the two strangers straightened up, challenge in their eyes.
One of them called out, and his friend laughed in vicious amusement.
Jackson spat back at them, and Evan said, “Doc, don’t.”
John saw both strangers reach into their pockets, and for a moment he was sure this was going to end in disaster, that after everything all of them had done, fighting intergalactic wars, they were going to meet their untimely ends on Earth, in the parking lot of a diner, over a couple of punks who were probably being homophobic. It wasn’t like Jackson to lose his cool like this.
“I’m tired of it,” Jackson said. “Of all of it. I didn’t spend a decade flinging myself through the gate so I could feel unsafe on my own damn dirt.”
“Daniel,” O’Neill said warningly, hand on his shoulder.
The two strangers called out again, sneering, and Jackson opened his mouth to retort, but it was Evan who cut in, swift and sure.
Jackson blinked. “Since when do you speak Armenian?”
Rodney closed a hand around John’s and squeezed, hard.
The two strangers looked a little uncertain, but then one of them peered at Evan, and he said, “Bluebell?”
John’s heart crawled into his throat.
“Pardon?” Evan asked, sounding confused, but then one of the men said,
“Hovhannes Davytyan?” Recognition lit in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Evan said in English, “I think you have me confused with someone else.”
But then the man looked at John and said, “Baby John Sheppard, yes? Father Tigran has been looking for you. He wants to thank you, for helping ease the transition from the Sheppard empire to the Flanigan empire. Though some of David’s men still have a price on you, I think.”
“Sheppard,” O’Neill said, “what’s going on?”
“Just a case of mistaken identity, like Major Lorne said.” John flashed the men his brightest, sharpest smile, but his heart was beating a tripping tattoo in his chest. “Let’s be on our way, shall we? Early days ahead of us all.” He started toward the car, but Jackson spoke in rapid Armenian, and all of the color drained out of Evan’s face.
“Doc,” he said tightly. “Sheppard’s right. We should go. Now.” He started for the car, towing Rodney with him.
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