Thursday | Pre-Series

[little-missmimi.livejournal.com]

Today is my last day as your guest host, and I hope you all had fun this week!

Today's theme is Pre-Series. We all know what happens in canon, but if your character doesn't have a detailed backstory, now is your chance to go wild! Let your creativity loose.

Please remember not to leave more than five prompts in a row and no more than three per fandom per prompter. You are, of course allowed to come back later and add more once yours have been answered. 

If either the prompt or the fic contains spoilers please mark it clearly and leave at least three spaces before the prompt/fic.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly, for example:

Dollhouse, Echo/Sierra, study buddies

House, House and his original fellows, job interviews

Supernatural/Author's choice, Sam/Dean/author's choice, fight

If you can't find the perfect prompt for you here, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts! There are loads of wonderful prompts just begging to be written!

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[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, nursing Arthur back to health (Pre-S2)

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, McGonagall, Minnie gets Sorted

sorting - PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

"Don't be nervous," Professor Dumbledore says kindly, eyes twinkling, as he places the Hat on her head. "There's a good girl."

She doesn't glare up at him because Mother told her to always treat teachers with respect, even when they're condescending. But she's not nervous, and she's not a little girl.

You are good, though, the Hat says, and she is thankful that Mother told her the Hat could speak. Otherwise, she might have startled and Professor Dumbledore would twinkle at her some more.

Brave and succinct, the Hat continues, an aptitude for Transfiguration. Turning feathers into kittens at nine! My, you do have potential, Minerva.

Thank you, she tells it.

You have a fine mind and would do well in all of the Houses. In Slytherin, you would be great, and in Ravenclaw. The Hat pauses.

Mother had been Ravenclaw. Father had been Hufflepuff. She has never really considered what House she might be, even when all her friends did.

Where to place you? the Hat asks. Such a quandary. You are fearless, but love learning. You work hard and have such aspirations…

She says, I do love cats.

Professor Dumbledore grins at her when the Hat shouts, "Gryffindor!"

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Jerry/Theresa, Caribbean

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!Chester(s), "How come the car's a... a... giiiiiiiiiiirl??"

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal or Jayne, home to Mom

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro, Australia

Anywhere [Xmen, Pyro]

[chibifukurou]

Pyro misses Australia, with its desert heat and its liberal outlook on mutants. He'd say he wished he was there but really he just wants to be anywhere but here. Anywhere where he doesn't have to watch Bobby make cow eyes at Rogue day after day.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, before Rogue

Ashes of Love

[chibifukurou]

Being a foreign runaway in America was hard, but there was a large brotherhood of mutant runaways that looked after each other. He’d been relatively happy with them before a bald man in a wheelchair came and gave him a chance to get off the streets. He’d taken the offer without question and soon met the love of his life. Bobby was a kind and even tempered soul and John had been willing to let his misgivings about Xavier’s school go to stay with him.

That had changed when Rogue arrived. Bobby was no longer willing to “settle” for a male lover. He wanted the white picket fence and 2.5 kids that his breeding would have afforded him if he hadn’t had a genetic quirk and John was left with nothing but the ashes of a relationship.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, Kurt's first day at his new school

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, first kiss

Unexpected, [Xmen, Pyro/Iceman]

[chibifukurou]

They're first kiss isn't passionate or steamy. In fact it is nothing like what either of them was promised but as soon as their lips touch that ceases to matter. For all their fumbling, bumping, and accidental biting this is the best moment of both their lives and one they will remember forever.

Even when they have long parted and begun to fight each other.

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

Fringe, Peter, the day Walter went *into* St Claire's

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

NCIS/Dark Angel, Tony/(you choose her first name, since I don't think it's ever mentioned in canon), he was trying to figure out what job would most irritate his ex-father after graduation, she was engaged to Hampton Cale, they'd only met once and she'd thought she'd never see his face again... boy, was she wrong

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, any/any, Truth or Dare

Truth in Daring - Chuck/Dan, NC-17

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Here (http://nevcolleil.livejournal.com/285490.html).

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Chuck/Nate, first times

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Nate/Serena, first times

a road to somewhere

[flash-indie.livejournal.com]

not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind, but here you go. :)

A Road to Somewhere.
It’s Blair’s fourteenth birthday when he realises.

It’s one of the worse ones, a birthday that Blair won’t remember affectionately, genuinely; it rains, and her dad works all day, and Dorota picks up the wrong sort of candles at the party store. Blair cries into Serena’s shoulder for half the day, and Serena, wide-eyed and beautiful, even then, will laugh and coo and hold Blair’s fingers over her heart as she tells her that she loves her and she wants her and that they didn’t care about rain or candles when they were little. It only works in halves, and Nate watches Blair wait for his offerings, consolations, but the words stick in his throat as Serena dotes on Blair, as she leans over her, hovers like some heartfelt saint in stain glass windows.

Blair’s dad gets home late, and he looks haggard, pained, but he makes a show of greeting her, hugging her, loving her, and Nate will slip out the back of the house, where the rain is propelling off the slate patio, and sinking into the grass, earth. Into Serena’s shimmering pastel blue dress, that clings to her baby curves, to her slow-swelling breasts and her long, fawn legs. To her hair, where it plasters around her face, neck, back like a second skin. It paints her gold.

She smiles across the garden at him, holds her dress wide and twirls in the rain, lets it catch and tangle between her legs, her toes barely touching the ground as she dances through the grass. She’s laughing as she slips, falls back into the flowerbed, and Nate’s hurrying to help her, to pull her to her feet, even as she slides through his fingers, loose strands of skin and hair and perfume lost between the raindrops.

There won’t be a great reveal, no angels whispering false gospels in his ear, but that night he’ll dream of golden hair and porcelain skin, of her laugh and her heartbeat and her eyes as they watch him kiss Blair, light and loose, when she cuts into her birthday cake.

[dirty-diana.livejournal.com]

Entourage, E/Vince, awkward kisses

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Eastwick, Darryl (Sebastian)/Eleanor, in order to kill him, she had to love him first

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, he never cheated but he was tempted over and over

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Fire Emblem Tellius, Sephiran/Zelgius, first meeting

[myaru.livejournal.com]

Some day I'll write something that fits in one comment. This is way too loaded for that, and I'm too lame. >_>

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The Great Sage traveled many roads, it was said, owed his allegiance to none save the goddess, and Zelgius had in his mind's eye an image after the high clergy in Daein, those who stayed after the king's ascension: a man in white clerical robes embroidered with thread of gold, adorned by rings and chains of the same, and a cloak richer than the king's velvet or an Apostle's fine mantle-- in red, or saffron, colors the goddess was said to favor when she was awake.

What he met, when the Sage graced the small township of Sella where Zelgius was stationed, was a tall, thin man in a dusty, mud-stained brown cloak with a fraying hem, covered by long hair dark as a raven's wing and fine as silk spread over his back and curling on the dusty cobbled street while he knelt beside a beggar. Too young, he thought immediately, yet-- the staff, often remarked upon and described by storytellers for its unique design, marked him. Zelgius paused at the corner to watch as others had - a housewife, an acolyte he recognized from the chapel, an orphan - but it seemed there was not a healing to be witnessed, only the exchange of brass coins and a brown paper package stained by grease at the folds. Food.

Wisdom is embodied in the sage. His hands heal all ills. Such was also said of him. He delivered mothers and children thought impossible to save, brought the ill back from the brink of death.

Stories of that nature were always exaggerated. However--

The sage stood up, secured his staff across his back, and Zelgius went to meet him before the others dared, not quite sure what he would say. May I carry something for you? Perhaps his invisible pack or the satchel he wasn't wearing; it seemed he carried nothing but the staff, the cloak laying flat against his back when he rose.

No, perhaps the ludicrous, may I buy you a drink? as the sage was not only young, but fair of skin with narrow, vivid green eyes and delicate brows, the sort of features one did not expect to find on a man in Daein. Begnion, perhaps, where it was said the great families spent centuries perfecting their eugenics; Crimea, naturally, the current popular jest being a lewd comparison between their royal knights and fainting noblewomen. Who else was there?

"Have you business with me?"


(Full text here (http://runiclore.livejournal.com/97740.html))

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/Jayne, first time Jayne tries to go against Mal (once he's on the crew)

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, the first time she ever saw his face, the first time she ever toasted drinks with him

Act One (Clow/Yuuko)

[pleonasm]

The first time she saw him he wasn't paying attention, and she realized then why people said that he was handsome: the strong jaw, the smart glint in his eye, the color of his skin, nearly as pale as her own. They were at a party, a gathering of magicians in a large mansion owned by one of them in the countryside, and Clow was newly come to Japan, though you could hardly tell from the way he charmed the girls with his just-perceptible accent.

And then he turned and bowed to her, letting his grin surface, and she couldn't overcome the feeling that he was mocking her somehow.

"Why in the world would I mock such a beautiful woman?" Clow asked her, taking one of her bejeweled hands in his.

"How did you know--" what I was going to ask? she almost finished, but the look on his face stopped her. She'd heard of the great magician Clow Reed before, of his immense power, and his skills at divination. He'd Seen this moment, no doubt.

And she hadn't. So either it wasn't as relevant to her, or he was just being nosy.

So she turned her back to him and walked away, resisting the powerful urge to glance back and see his expression. She was sure his shock was amusing.

(But he was still smiling. It was a good thing she didn't turn.)

*

She ran into him later in the party. She certainly wasn't going to leave a good celebration (with free booze) just because of one idiot who thought the world of himself. He clicked his drink to hers without asking and said, "To new beginnings."

"Or endings," she answered, still disliking the know-it-all smile.

"They are the same, don't you think?" He smiled disarmingly. "I'm Clow Reed. It is nice to meet you."

"Yuuko," she admittedly begrudgingly, "Yuuko Ichihara, the Dimension Witch."

"One dimension could not contain you," he answered, still wearing that smile.

"Of course not," she snapped back, "as we generally operate in four. Don't you have another dimension to be in?"

"There is one," he said thoughtfully, "in which I refresh your glass."

She thrust it at him and spent the moments he was gone to regain her composure. She was known for being cool, in this group of magicians, but Clow Reed was rubbing her all the wrong ways, and still smiling while he was at it. She could leave him in a freezing world naked and seal the possibilities around him, and he just didn't care.

He returned with her glass and a fresh one of his own, and his fingers brushed hers for a moment too long when he passed it back. Her hand teased at the stem of the glass and she looked back up at him, considering.

When he asked if she would dance, she took his hand, elegantly, and as they whirled around the dance floor, they heard the whispers. The gossip seemed to amuse Clow.

"They can't decide if this would be a wonderful idea, or the most frightening one possible," he said to her, and there was mischief in him then, and she liked that.

"Shall we find out?" she breathed, and it was a new beginning, after all.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, chasing him

[crazy4orcas.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, they'd gone after the same score a few times before the team formed

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Fire Emblem 9, Sephiran & Sanaki, appointment to chancellor

[myaru.livejournal.com]

The senior senators promoted Sephiran with all due ceremony, almost as if they were indeed welcoming a new prime minister to lead their council, instead of a servant to be swept under the rug with their child empress, whose public appearances to this date numbered two, not counting his ascension - her coronation a year ago, and an appearance in the plaza on her sixth birthday. She didn't actually speak with any of those important people, of course, being too unruly for polite company. He wondered if they were hiring him to keep her quiet, or function as a new target for her inevitable irritation.

Poor fools. She already loved him and cooed over his pretty hair - if she threw blunt objects at anyone it would not be Sephiran, whose warm lap was her favorite napping spot. You smell like flowers, she said to him the other day. I thought only girls liked flowers.

Nonsense, he said. Flowers embody refinement. You cannot attain elegance without fluency in their language.

Sanaki liked that. Tell me, tell me everything about flowers, especially the red ones!

Red, he'd thought-- how suitable. If she lived past childhood, she would grow to love as fiercely as she raged.

Little Sanaki sat on her throne to meet him at the end of his long march across the formal audience chamber, sitting on a mantle two times too big for her that was spread across the seat of her throne and spilled over to fold and ripple on the marble steps, a shimmering silk lining and soft velvet underneath at the edges. Her short indigo hair was brushed and curled at the ends, held from her eyes by a wide headband he learned yesterday was the Apostle's equivalent of a crown or a circlet, stitched with the likeness of a stylized eye to indicate her prophetic ability. He'd buckled the brocade sandals onto her feet not even an hour ago, and the staff she was supposed to give him lay across the arms of her throne, her fingers curled around it.

"Lord Sephiran of Persis," she said when he knelt at the wide top step below her throne. She'd wanted to deepen her thin child voice, but to no avail. Then she paused; a faint line appeared on her forehead and he whispered ask me to take the oath, which erased the line and prompted the rest of her speech. Her knuckles were white around the gold staff.

He blinked at her, waited a moment too long to utter the formalities of taking office. They must look like fools, just what the council and half the nobility took them for, but the whiteness of her lips was more interesting.

Afraid? Sanaki?

Of the senate?

His empress lifted the staff with some effort, slid from the seat of her throne-- and the cause of her fear became evident when she stumbled and almost fell.

Sephiran caught her by the hands, steadied her, bore the weight of the staff. Softly, voice pitched for her ears alone, he said, "I promise never to let you fall." It might even be a promise possible to keep.

Sanaki smiled and told him to stand. Together, they faced their adoring audience.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Angel, Spike/Angel(us), initiation

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin & Morgana, the first hints of their respective magic