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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.
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Date: 2017-06-10 05:50 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester,
and if tomorrow you should wake
in a world that isn't this
don't forget what you learned in blood and fire
don't forget how you survived
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Date: 2017-06-10 05:50 am (UTC)Supernatural/SG-1, Castiel + team, an amnesiac "James Novak" is taken in by Stargate Command when it's realized he can speak every language in existence, including the alien ones (but why are those two serial killer, legally dead brothers trying to get to him?)
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Date: 2017-06-12 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-10 05:52 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice,
If you look at a picture
Of someone who’s dead
Are they alive again
If only for that instant
Your eyes are on their
Pixelated ghost?
FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, post 5.12 You're Welcome, Major Character Death, 1/2
Date: 2017-06-11 02:40 am (UTC)Cordy isn't with him anymore, and with all of the sins he had committed in the past, Angel doesn't believe he will make it to heaven when the Grim Reaper finally comes for him. Most likely, he will never see Cordelia again. At least not in anything but pictures.
Angel really ought to be working on this contract for a client, but right now, he doesn't want to. He wants to examine that picture again.
He picks up the frame and manages to smile, even if it does feel a bit worn around the edges. It's progress, Angel tells himself. A few weeks ago, he could barely look at anything of Cordelia's without wanting to cry.
It's an early picture of them, from their first year together in L.A. Angel is positioned to Cordelia's left, while Wesley is on the right.
Angel is struck by how carefree everyone in that photograph looks, even him. Back then, things were a lot simpler. This picture was taken in the days when they were just beginning to form a family, before a false prophecy and kidnapped child could build a wall between him and Wesley that could never fully come down, even if Angel was more understanding of Wesley's motivations now. It was before Angel had any idea of what Cordelia would eventually mean to him.
Angel traces his fingertip over the curve of Cordelia's grin, wishing vainly that he could feel something besides cold glass. There's been this ache in his chest since he got that phone call from the hospital, this desperate and pathetic urge to hold her and keep her tethered to this earthly plane. He'd been telling the truth when he said he was lost without Cordelia during her coma, and it was even worse now that he couldn't even go visit her in the hospital and listen to her weak heartbeat or hold her hand.
Angel swallows the lump in his throat and forces the tears back into his eyes. He refocuses his attention on the happy young woman in the picture. The longer he stares at it, the more it seems like Cordelia is actually alive. If he concentrates, he can almost hear the sound of her breath and heartbeat over the medley of conversations outside his door. And instead of air freshener, he can pretend that the air smells of gardenia flowers just like her favorite perfume. And if he closes his eyes, he can delude himself into thinking that the smooth glass covering the picture is instead the silk of the shirt Cordelia wore on the last day of her life, which Angel had felt under his fingertips when he kissed her in those last few seconds.
Angel hears a knock on his door and opens his eyes. When he looks down, he remembers that Cordelia is gone and that he is only holding a Kodak trace of the woman he still loves. He puts the picture frame back on his desk and straightens, attempting to look more businesslike and composed.
"Come in," he calls.
Harmony enters the door with a smile and Angel feels a twinge of sadness. She's his secretary now, but Cordelia used to fulfill many of the duties Harmony now carries out. At the beginning, before Doyle gave her the visions, Cordy helped handle the practical side of their little private investigation firm and implemented the details that made it successful, like printing up business cards. Harmony is competent enough at her job, Angel muses, but it's just not the same.
Cordelia was always more than a secretary to him, even from the first day they worked together. She was his humanizing influence, his vision girl, his family, his dearest friend, and eventually the love of his unnaturally long life. But now she's gone.
"Your eleven o'clock is here, and your 12:30 client wants to move the meeting to 1:00. Should I go ahead and reschedule that meeting?"
Angel nodded. "Go ahead and reschedule the meeting, and send in Mr. Raines." He can't muster up the energy to fake a smile for Harmony, but he tries to give her a calm, pleasant expression. It's not her fault that she's a daily reminder of everything he's lost. "Thanks, Harmony."
"You're welcome, boss."
FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, post 5.12 You're Welcome, Major Character Death, 2/2
Date: 2017-06-11 02:40 am (UTC)By the time the client enters the room, Angel has put himself together enough so that the client doesn't notice anything unusual when he shakes Angel's hand. They discuss the mundane details of work, and Raymond Raines doesn't detect the slump in his shoulders, the hint of misery in his furrowed brow, or the haunted, slightly distant look in his eyes.
It's something they never see, but it's there, a constant, oppressive presence even if it's invisible. Cordelia isn't here, in any form, but Angel will always be haunted by her ghost.
Re: FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, post 5.12 You're Welcome, Major Character Death, 2
Date: 2017-06-13 01:24 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Re: FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, post 5.12 You're Welcome, Major Character Death, 2
Date: 2017-06-13 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-10 05:53 am (UTC)any zombie fandom, author's choice, analyzing buildings for zombie apocalypse capabilities
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Date: 2017-06-10 05:54 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, manufactured cathedrals to impermanence
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Date: 2017-06-10 06:56 am (UTC)fill: Animorphs
Date: 2023-03-29 05:45 pm (UTC)"Do you think one day, they'll tell stories about us?" Cassie asks one night, curled up as close as she can get to Rachel. They're in Cassie's room after another (never-ending) battle in this (endless) war, and she's just about given up hope that anyone else will be able to help them with this, her and her five friends who are still only children. Marco and Jake went to Jake's house, to keep up appearences with Tom, and Tobias and Ax are hidden somewhere in Tobias' territory, and it all feels so very far away, this distance between them. Between Cassie and the rest, between Cassie and the violence, between Cassie and hope --
Her body should be riddled with scars, with bruises, with evidence of the lives she's taken -- but there's nothing. Everything morphs away.
"Will anyone know about us?" she asks, desperately, clinging as tightly to Rachel as she can.
"They will," Rachel says, fierce and certain, and Cassie has to believe her.
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Date: 2017-06-10 06:57 am (UTC)fill: Animorphs
Date: 2023-03-29 04:41 pm (UTC)Everyone grieves differently, Cassie knows, and she can't blame Tobias for taking to the wilds, after. The dust settles, constant war and battles becoming struggles for peace spanning worlds, and all of it so much that she never dared imagine before, with blood on her teeth and screams in her ears.
Everyone grieves differently, and Cassie can't blame Marco for embracing the fame, Jake for hiding away from it, Ax going home.
This is so much more than she ever thought, world leaders listening to her, asking for advice, sometimes even seeking permission, and none of her friends, Marco and Ax and Jake and Tobias, are there to help shoulder the load, and she knows she cannot blame them for that, as she calmly smiles and considers and makes world policy for multiple planets, but sometimes, late at night when she can't sleep, she imagines what Rachel would do, what Rachel would say, and she lets herself weep.
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Date: 2017-06-10 06:57 am (UTC)FILL: Eyewitness, Philip/Lukas, fluff/boyfriends
Date: 2017-06-10 01:19 pm (UTC)Now, he feels at ease like he doesn’t have to tuck tail and run. He savors this moment now, keeping it in his heart forever. The bar is all but deserted by now, it is past last call, but they remain on the dance floor. The music is humming soft and sweet, and Philip keeps swaying to the music playing quietly with Lukas following in tune with him even though Lukas wouldn’t call it ‘dancing’ – it’s merely the two of them holding each other close, hips swaying slightly as they rock to and fro, Lukas leaning in to press a tender kiss to Philip’s lips that makes a tiny rumble of loving laughter flow from his beautiful soul.
Philip’s eyes twinkle, then he is smirking and softly giggling, before he lays his head back on Lukas’s shoulder, holding him close. They embrace with such a comforting and blissful hold that Lukas flashes Philip a gentle smile, soft, pink lips curving his mouth enough to make his eyes shimmer. He can feel his cheeks flushing, even though no one is around to see them.
It took a lot for him to even be able to walk into this place, let alone allow Philip to drag him out onto the dance floor. A gay bar, no, that is not even Lukas scenes. A dusty race track in a stadium, arena blaring loud rock music, yes, that is familiar to him, but not this place. Not men kissing and dancing, laughing. Only, now, it feels nice, safe, even if no one is around to see Philip help him break down the wall he has fought to keep up around him. He can be who he is without fear of judgement. He is not a freak in the crowd; he is accepted, for who he is, and who he loves.
Lukas feels free. There was almost pure joy in the way Philip spins him around, making him dance even though he has two left feet; a smirk twitches on his lips before a giddy giggle rumbles from his chest. Lukas smiles with a heart stopping grin, his eyes bright and beautiful, and his heart is about to beat out of his chest when Philip draws him closer and kisses his lips with the touch of an angelic caress.
(END)
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Date: 2017-06-10 11:23 pm (UTC)He hides behind a mask so strong,
worried that he could be wrong
I wish that he could see the way I see him,
the perfect brother, a man without sin
SPN Sam/Dean Single Man Tear
Date: 2017-06-11 04:32 pm (UTC)Their last job had been a difficult one. They almost didn't make it out alive after battling a Djinn that had bonded with the one who had called for it. That was a new one on them. The bond had made the creature incredibly strong in its abilities. They ended up having to kill both in the process, but not before it had tried to infect Dean.
"You know we did what we had to do, right? It wasn't the greatest outcome . . ." Sam was cut off by Dean.
"Let it go, Sammy." There was an edge to his voice, almost daring Sam to continue, to push at him.
Sam gave Dean a sideways look, but said nothing. He found himself thinking over those lyrics again. Dean never showed emotion, always being the strong one even when he didn't have to be. He wore his mask well, almost too well. Sure, Dean felt the hurt, loss, anger like he did, but Dad had drilled it into him not to show your emotions. He was the product of John Winchester. He couldn't even allow himself some happiness. Even when they were kids Dean was the protector.
Sam had tried throughout the years to talk to him. Get him to open up. Get it through to him that he could talk to him. The response was always the same, "No Chick Flick Moments." There was nothing wrong, nothing to talk about. That had always resulted in fights. One of them storming off, leaving the other just as pissed. Way to go, Dad.
Even Bobby had tried to talk to him. He'd overheard that conversation. It had started quietly. Bobby telling him that he didn't have to be "the perfect little soldier" for John. It was ok to question things. Ok, to lean on others. Sam didn't always need to be protected. Their voices rose as the tension did. He could hear Dean yelling. He had to protect Sam, it was his job. Yeah, he worried that he would do the wrong thing, causing so much hurt. He had wanted to do something else with his life, but, this was all he knew. All he had. All he was. The conversation ended with the slamming of the front door and Dean taking off for awhile. When he returned, it was like nothing had happened, no mention of anything.
That had been a couple of years ago. They'd been through so much shit. It was tiring. Sometimes it would've been nice to talk it out with him. Sometimes you just had to mentally unload. But, that wasn't Dean. He didn't talk it out. He'd bottle everything up, using it as ammunition against the next thing they hunted. It didn't stop Sam from trying. He never would, really.
The engine being turned off brought Sam back to the present. He heard Dean mumble something about snacks. He nodded in response, watching Dean get out and start to walk to the convenience store. Sam found himself rolling down the window.
"Dean, I'm proud you're my brother. I wish you could see you they way I do."
He watched Dean stop when he'd called his name. He turned his head slightly, listening to Sam's words. He didn't say anything. Just shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off to the store. Sam rolled the window back up and waited for Dean's return. When he did, he slid into the driver's seat and started the car. Silently he shifted the car into reverse, maneuvered them out of the parking spot and shifted into drive. Sam noticed a slight smile on Dean's lips where one hadn't been before. Maybe that's all Dean could dare to reveal. Sam closed his eyes, letting the darkness of the night and the sound of the Impala lull him to sleep.
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Date: 2017-06-11 10:47 pm (UTC)Re: SPN Sam/Dean Single Man Tear
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Date: 2017-06-11 04:04 am (UTC)Proud of Us, OT3, G
Date: 2017-06-15 11:51 pm (UTC)He'd always wanted to acknowledge Pride month, like, all out . With the parade, and the rainbow facepaint, and the tie dyed t-shirts and - you know. Being visible. Being seen. Being seen with his male significant other - or his male and female significant others. A big, ol' 'Hi, I'm Bi!' celebration . Something more than hacking some douchey homophobe's trust fund and donating all his funds to creating GSA programs in low-income schools.
(Which Alec's gonna keep on doing anyway, but-)
But when he asked Eliot and Parker about it? Yeah, he was joking.
Not because he wouldn't be proud to show off either of them to his LGBT friends - to the world (he is so doubly blessed, it's kind of ridiculous - all that hot, scary talent focused on his geeky ass? Absurd.) But because big crowds of people... publicity... rainbow facepaint ? Not exactly Eliot's or Parker's idea of a fun date.
But all he had to do was mention it once - and suddenly plans were being made. Parker was asking questions. Eliot was-
Well, Eliot just said that they were going and grunted a lot whenever the subject came up again... at least until Alec had asked him if he was sure for the fifteenth time.
"For fuck's- Dammit, Hardison, it's been decided, okay? You wanna... paint your face and march in a parade and- whatever. That's what we're gonna do," Eliot finally shouted him down, then kissed him til his lips tingled. (Alec loves his shouty!Eliot kisses.)
Once they were actually in Orlando, they got a case, and they got way more involved in the festivities than Alec can imagine they would have gotten otherwise - Parker painting signs (with glitter!) and Eliot kissing him on the mouth in front of just anybody and their momma...
But-
Their cover wasn't just a cover. Anybody who don't know 'em, wouldn't know the difference, but Alec could see it.
That little glint in Eliot's eyes... the one he gets when he is truly, genuinely pleased with himself - that little smile Parker smiles when she's quietly happy-
Hey, Alec's gotta just say it - he was humbled. The jobs they do- they're always hiding. What they have, the three of them together? They have to hide that, too, more often than any of them - obviously - would like.
Alec's always wanted to celebrate Pride - for the spectacle of it.
He doesn't think he ever really grasped the spirit of the celebration til he saw the look on Eliot's face after kissing a man, kissing him , in public and getting cheers for it instead of slurs. Until he saw Parker blinking back emotion because she could cheer them on too, join them, and get nothing from the people around them but smiles and support in return.
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