Biyernes: TV shows
Jun. 29th, 2018 12:51 amHello, everyone. I’m
nagi_schwarz, and thank you so much to everyone who left prompts and filled prompts and left feedback for our generous prompt fillers! Today's theme is TV shows. Prompts can be fusions or crossovers with your favorite TV shows, your characters enjoying or arguing about TV shows, titles from episodes of TV shows, and more.
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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…
+ The Night Shift, TC Callahan, Be All My Sins Remember’d (Stargate Atlantis)
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + John Sheppard, Kyle XY fusion
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + Danny Williams, Invisible Man (2000) fusion
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tag=tv-shows
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…
+ The Night Shift, TC Callahan, Be All My Sins Remember’d (Stargate Atlantis)
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + John Sheppard, Kyle XY fusion
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + Danny Williams, Invisible Man (2000) fusion
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 2018 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.
tag=tv-shows
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Date: 2018-06-29 08:52 am (UTC)Fill -- Political Animals: Breaking News
Date: 2018-06-29 10:04 am (UTC)T.J. Hammond pelts down the stairs at the urgent tone of the summons.
“What’s wrong?” he demands. His shirt is on, but not buttoned, his tie is slung loosely around his neck.
His husband points to the screen where anchor Georgia Gibbons is informing the world of the death of Congressman Sean Reeves, an apparent suicide.
“Damn,” T.J. says. His blue eyes follow the crawler under the broadcast, while his fingers are busy completing the act of dressing.
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
Crispin is staring at him. T.J. shrugs. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Cris. That was over a long time ago--you know that.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Bother me? I don’t know if ‘bother’ is the right word….” At Crispin’s continued gaze, T.J. sighs and continues. “Look, I feel bad for his family. Hell, I feel sorry for him--and I think it’s damn ironic, all things considered--since it could have been me, because of him. Was that what you wanted to know?”
“I just wondered--how the hell do you do that?” The second half of the question is delivered in a completely different tone of voice.
“Do what?”
“Ten seconds ago, you were half-dressed, and now you’re perfectly put together, even your tie is perfect--how the hell do you do that? It’s like a magic act on a good day, and today--” His wave includes the TV set and T.J., and he looks baffled.
T.J. laughs, which seems to shock him. “Good grief, I learned how to tie a tie before I even learned how to tie my shoes. I could probably do it in my sleep.”
“I know you were over him, if I didn’t I would never have married you--”
“Okay, so what’s the problem? I’m sorry if I’m being thick--is there coffee?” T.J. helps himself to a cup, then studies Crispin for a moment as he sips it. In another lifetime, Crispin was his NA sponsor. He knows T.J. better than anyone else on earth. “Look, there was no unfinished business there. Not on my side, anyway. I saw him one time, in public, with his wife…he was scared I was going to out him, and I felt…nothing. No lingering warm fuzzy feelings, no regret, no resentment. Maybe a little sorry for the poor closeted S.O.B., but…not my circus, not my monkeys, you know?”
“Do you think that’s why he did it? Because he couldn’t stand it any more?”
“Either that, or someone was twisting his arm behind the scenes and he couldn’t face the idea of being outed--it wouldn’t be the first time that happened.”
The other man is still looking toward the TV with a stricken expression, so T.J. sets down his cup and gives him a hug. “No,” he says firmly, with sudden intuition about what Crispin is really worried about. “I’m fine. This isn’t going to trigger me. Yes, there was a time I thought I couldn’t live without him, but look at me, alive and well.”
Crispin thumbs the ‘off’ button on the remote and hugs him back.
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Date: 2018-06-29 08:54 am (UTC)fill (Kings)
Date: 2018-08-08 02:12 pm (UTC)Silas makes only one mistake when he locks Jack away with Lucinda, in a little-used wing of the palace, far from any who might be loyal to Jack above the king. Just one mistake, which takes patience to exploit, but all Jack has is time.
The first week of his imprisonment is lost in anger and fear, certain he’ll be executed any day. The next three weeks are lost in Lucinda doing her duty and drugs meant to make Jack compliant. After that, when the guards report to the king that the drugs make Jack unable to perform, he isn’t subjected to them again.
It’s worse, actually, but as the second month stretches before him, Jack decides to endure. To be patient.
There are four guards assigned to this hall, to this set of rooms that imprison him. Lucinda is allowed to leave during the day and only stays during the night, the one mercy Jack has been granted. Four men who have worked in the palace for at least a decade each: Michael, Victor, Adam, and Daniel. Four men Jack sees again and again and again.
Victor and Adam are his father’s men, through and through. Victor fought with the king in the army, before he was king. Jack doesn’t know Adam’s story, but his eyes are hard when he looks at Jack and he never replies when Jack speaks to him. Michael, though, has sympathy in his gaze, and Daniel—well, Daniel is nervous in Jack’s presence. He’s younger than the others.
He’s also almost definitely a plant, a trap, so Jack flirts with him hesitantly, just so that his father isn’t disappointed, but he focuses on Michael.
Once, his father had been magnificent, charming. The people loved him, his soldiers loved him, God loved him. But now, he’s become paranoid. The tyrant he always feared becoming. Bloodthirsty and ruthless, without the regret for necessities that used to temper him.
Silas makes only one mistake when he locks Jack away Lucinda, and that is using the same four guards every day. Jack is charismatic, charming, and the son of the king. Though disgraced and imprisoned, he is still the king’s son, the king’s heir until Jack gives him another child.
It takes a year for Michael’s loyalty to truly shift, but Jack is patient and gentle, and so very sweet. There are others, in the army, in the household staff, and though Jack does not give Michael any names, they find him, and slowly, Jack’s second rebellion grows.
If he fails this time, he will die. Either he will be king or he will be dead, and he doesn’t care which. But Gilboa deserves better than a maddened king, and so Jack will do what must be done.
It’s storming the morning he asks Michael, “Are you ready?”
Three shots, three guards falling with bullets in their heads. Lucinda shrieks, so Jack quickly grabs her, slapping his hand across her mouth. He hates touching her.
“My king,” Michael says, gesturing to Lucinda.
Jack nods, giving Michael a pleased smile as he shoves Lucinda away.
One more shot.
Michael reaches down and strips Victor, Adam, and Daniel of their weapons, offering each to Jack in turn. Once Jack has changed out of the loungewear that has been the only clothes Jack has had, he takes three of the guns, checks them over, and smiles at Michael again.
“First, Silas,” Jack commands.
Michael bows. “Yes, my king.”
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Date: 2018-07-01 01:46 pm (UTC)Cold Hands, Warm Heart (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15125342)
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Date: 2018-06-29 02:14 pm (UTC)Not a fill yet
Date: 2018-07-01 01:51 am (UTC)In the meantime: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13037208
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Date: 2018-06-29 02:21 pm (UTC)Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking just for me
(Shiny Toy Guns)
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Date: 2018-06-29 02:35 pm (UTC)Fill: drabble
Date: 2018-06-29 06:50 pm (UTC)“I have better things to do with my time than destroy brain cells watching implausible aliens attacking a blue police box.”
“That’s Doctor Who as you well know.”
Sherlock snorted, and opened his laptop. A while later he switched the television off.
John woke up. “Oy! I was watching that.”
“I’m not sure Gardener’s World is really your thing. You don’t even have a window box, and you killed the herbs Mrs Hudson gave you within a week.”
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