Friday: Photography

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Hello once more, everyone! I’m reeby10 and I hope you've enjoyed this fashionable week as much as I have. Thank you all for participating! Today's theme is photography. Prompts can be anything related to taking, developing, posing for, or looking at photographs.

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.
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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 Magicians (tv), any, magical photographs
+ any, any/any, a photograph is all that's left to remember them by
+ MCU, Loki/Thor, taking selfies

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The Magicians (tv), any, magical photographs

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, a photograph is all that's left to remember them by

fill (Kings)

[tigriswolf]

After, Michelle quietly starts a scrapbook.

.

There are, of course, official records. Histories. Eventually, legends. Portraits, too, both photographed and painted. Fictional books, biographies. Plays.

Mother had so loved the theater. Father enjoyed music.

But the official record, the creations for the people, Michelle avoids. Instead, she searches for the snapshots, for the fragile moments in time, when her parents weren't the king and queen but instead her mom and dad.

They are few, those moments, and far in-between.

.

On her fifth birthday, Hope asks, "What's this, Mommy?" and brings the scrapbook to her.

Jack is sitting by the fireplace, merrily burning, a tablet in his hand. He glances up.

Michelle avoids his gaze as her daughter climbs into her lap.

"It's a book of memories, sweetie," she says.

Her brother keeps his silence as she and her daughter page through the book.

.

No images survive of David Shepherd. No one knows his fate.

.

Tucked into the back of Michelle's scrapbook, there's a blurry snapshot of a laughing man, his blond hair messy and his eyes bright.

On her sixteenth birthday, the Princess Josepha Hope Benjamin brings it to her uncle the king and asks, "Who is this?"

King Jonathan looks briefly at the photograph. "I don't know," he answers.

.

Sometimes, Jack goes through Michelle's scrapbook. His fingers trace over his parents, not acting like royalty, not smiling for the masses--just smiling at each other, in love and happy. Michelle even included photos of Jack, so young he's forgotten how it felt, to be that bright child.

Paper-clipped to the last page is the snapshot of David.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki/Thor, taking selfies

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Wynonna Earp, Nicole Haught/Waverly Earp, photographer/model AU

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any sf/f/h, any, seeing strange things that shouldn't be there in photographs

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, John Watson, seeing the photo of Sherlock wearing the deerstalker cap in tabloid rags months after his death

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

He’d thought he was, not getting over it, but coming to some sort of terms with Sherlock’s death. Then he happened to look across the tube to see the woman opposite reading her newspaper, with the pages folded back revealing that photo. The tube carriage, although half empty, suddenly felt claustrophobic, and he started gasping for breath. An old man looked across at him, but he shook his head and stood up, heading for the door. He didn’t care which the next stop was, he had to get off, to get as far away from the photo as he could.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any m/m, wedding photos

Fill: IronStrange

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The photos in the press, of Tony and Stephen in dark matching tuxes, expressions solemn but their eyes light with joy, are the stuff of legend. They’re reprinted and reblogged and reposted and re-tweeted endlessly. They look dignified but happy. Two geniuses, two great minds, two great fortunes joined in wedded bliss. The rest of the Avengers assembled behind them, looking on with fond smiles, are all wearing designer suits and dresses. Peter was the ring-bearer. Wanda was the flower girl. Thor was the officiator, because why settle for a priest when you can have a god?

Those aren’t the wedding pictures that matter, though, that tell the real story. The picture of Peter, wide-eyed, as he almost fumbles the rings, is hilarious. Bruce sneezing indignantly as Wanda accidentally flings a handful of petals into his face also draws laughs. Stephen’s cloak wrapped around Steve’s shoulders and wiping away his embarrassed tears is downright heartwarming. Sam and T’Challa taking a turn around the dance floor together, making faces at Shuri as she dances with Natasha, will likely be turned into a painting and put on display in the palace in Wakanda.

Perhaps the best picture of all, though, is of tiny Sarah Rogers-Barnes, sitting on Rhodey’s lap while he wheels his chair around the dance floor, dancing with her.

“What day was that, Daddy?” Maria Stark-Strange asked, poking at the photo of cousin Sarah.

Tony pressed a kiss to her cheek. “The second-happiest day of my life.”

“What was the first happiest day of your life?”

Stephen pressed a kiss to her hair. “The day we brought you home.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Ocean's 8, Debbie Ocean/Lou, Lou keeps sending Debbie selfies instead of useful photographs to plan their next heist

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Debbie sent Lou a text. “Send schematics for the sewer system when you have a moment.”

Lou’s response was a selfie that was oddly lit and had ridiculous amounts of rouge and, Debbie realized after a moment, was some kind of filter.

Debbie rolled her eyes and kept on studying the security footage that 9Ball had managed to get for her.

Then she sent another message. “Also bring more coffee.”

Once again Lou’s response was a selfie, this with some kind of filter that made her look like she had cat ears and a cat nose and whiskers. She was winking and she looked ridiculous but also adorable.

Debbie shook her head and kept on working.

As she worked her way through the specs on the security system, another thought struck her.

She texted Lou. “Smoke grenades. Lots of them. Have Daphne pick them up. Props for her newest movie project.”

Lou sent back another selfie, this time with a filter that made it look like she had avocados on her cheeks instead of blush.

Avocados. What the hell?

Debbie sighed and tapped out a reproach. “You’re not helping.”

“Sure I am,” was the immediate response.

“How?”

“You need to take a break. If you have a breakdown, you’ll be useless.”

Debbie considered. “What kind of break?”

“Answer’s in the pictures.” Lou sent a final selfie, this one of her winking and flashing a peace sign like a Japanese tourist. The filter made it look like she had a pig snout.

And then Debbie realized. Lou was practically naked in that picture. She scrolled up to the other pictures and realized - in each picture Lou was wearing less and less.

She texted, “Be right there,” and shut down her computer, stood up. Then she sent another text message. “Where are you?”

The final selfie was unfiltered of Lou, sprawled naked on Debbie’s bed upstairs.

Debbie set her phone down and made for the stairs. Lou really was helpful.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, finding an Ancient device that basically equates to a camera

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney found John, Lorne, and Ronon sitting in the lab, staring at what looked like some kind of looped holo-vid of a woman in Ancient clothing.

She was sitting on the edge of bed, the sheets of which were rumpled, and she was looking up and smiling at them.

“What are doing? Watching Ancient porn?”

Lorne rolled his eyes. “Absolutely. Watching porn while we’re on the clock is right there above drinking on the clock on the list of Ideas to Get Fired.”

“We think it’s some kind of camera,” John said, pointing to the little device on the work table in front of them.

It was spherical, that blue-silver that so many Ancient devices were made of.

“The pictures are more like really short videos,” John added.

Rodney sat down beside John. “Do you know who she is?”

“According to the data readout on the image file, her name was Evanesca,” John said.

Ronon hummed thoughtfully. “Like Evan, if you were a girl.”

“If I were a girl I think my name would be Evanna, assuming we kept my first name,” Lorne said.

Rodney was surprised he didn’t protest at being reimagined as a female.

Ronon studied the image. “She could be your sister.”

Lorne said, “My sister doesn’t look anything like that.”

“I see it,” John said. “Look at her. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Dimples.”

Lorne considered. “Maybe,” he finally said grudgingly.

“Are there other images?” Rodney asked.

John reached out, brushed his fingers through the hologram, and another image appeared, also a woman. “Thousands. Some places around Atlantis. Some people. Some things we’ve never seen, places we’ve never seen.”

“Who’s this?” Lorne peered at the data readout that appeared below the image. Then he reached out, flicked his fingers through it, and the text magnified.

Rodney was once again horribly jealous of his and John’s natural expression of the Gene.

“Her name is Pastora,” Lorne said.

Ronon said, “She looks like Sheppard’s sister.”

“I don’t have a sister,” John protested.

Lorne smirked. “I totally see it. Her dark hair. The color of her eyes. Her ears.”

John pressed a hand to one of his ears, blushing. More than one woman on base had giggled over how ‘cute’ his ‘elfin’ ears were, but he was self-conscious about them.

“Besides their names, who are they, does it say?” Rodney asked.

Lorne peered at the text, flicking through it, and then he hooted. “They were two of Janus’s lovers.”

“Two of them?” Rodney echoed.

“You heard Jackson,” John said. “Janus had many.”

“Apparently the Ancients appreciated scientific brilliance far more than we do,” Rodney said finally.

“Or Janus was just hot,” Ronon drawled.

Rodney crossed his arms over his chest but said nothing.

“Hey,” Lorne said. “You’re hot.”

“Now you’re just being patronizing,” Rodney snapped.

But Lorne reached out, waved his hand over the device, and the image vanished. He flicked his wrist, and there was a flash of light, and then -

A holo-vid of Rodney appeared mid-air over the device.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, “You don’t take a photograph. You ask quietly to borrow it.”

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, I have no photo of the man I love (Denise Levertov)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, boyband AU where Evan has secretly been practicing his photography skills on his pretty band mates

Fill: Ronevan feat. McShep and fifth wheel Aiden

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

"Dare me to post this to Twitter?"

Evan lounged as best he could across two chairs in the nearly empty airport. It would have been more uncomfortable if he hadn't been leaning his head up against Ronon's shoulder. They were waiting on a red-eye flight back home, and everyone else was fast asleep.

Aiden was curled up on the floor with his pillow, the hood of his jacket pulled up over his eyes to avoid the bright artificial lighting as much as possible. John and Rodney were sitting next to each other, John's head tilted back against his neck pillow and Rodney's head resting on John's shoulder.

And they were holding hands.

That's the picture Evan managed to snap and was now holding up for Ronon to see. When Ronon turned to look, he rested his chin on the top of Evan's head.

"There's no way the powers that be will let you post that. They have to log in to the Twitter account for us."

Evan moved his head so he was looking up at Ronon. "They don't have to log in for me if I already know the password."

Ronon's eyes went wide. "What? How?"

"I have my ways."

Ronon looked on as Evan logged in to Atlantis's official Twitter account and wrote up a tweet. He attached the picture of John and Rodney.

"Wait, what did you write?" Ronon asked.

"I wrote 'Late night at the airport' with a heart emoji and an airplane emoji."

"Daniel and Elizabeth are going to kill you when they see that."

Evan shrugged. "Whatever. They'll be mad for about two seconds and then they'll see that we're trending on Twitter and every other social network and they'll chill out. I'm not worried."

Ronon gestured to where John and Rodney were sleeping. "What about them?"

"I don't think they'll mind too much. I mean, what if it were us? Would you be upset?" Evan looked up at Ronon expectantly.

Ronon blushed. "No."

"Exactly. Might as well give fans a glimpse of who we really are."

Evan sat up and turned around to face Ronon. Neither of them spoke, both afraid that it might ruin the moment. It was finally Evan who was brave enough to lean in and kiss Ronon.

It only lasted a few seconds. When Evan pulled away, he saw a grin forming on Ronon's face.

"What was that for?"

Evan smiled. "Because you're beautiful. Do I need another reason?" He turned back around and settled his head onto Ronon's shoulder. "We should try to sleep. Who knows how much we'll sleep on the plane, you know?"

"Yeah," Ronon whispered. He laid his head on top of Evan's and nuzzled his hair before stilling.

Aiden shifted on the floor and opened his eyes. To his left, John and Rodney had fallen asleep while cuddling. To his right, Ronon and Evan had also fallen asleep while cuddling. He rolled his eyes and stifled a laugh before turning over and falling back asleep.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Any, spirit photographer

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You’re a spirit photographer,” Rodney said, trying to keep the disdain out of his voice.

The boy with the camera nodded. “Yeah.”

Rodney and John had come to Pier 49 because it was what you did in San Francisco, and they figured if they were going to play tourist together, why not someplace where people wouldn’t look at them too askance if they held hands or kissed? As long as they were far from their parents’ prying eyes, they’d be fine. They’d stopped by the photography booth because John had noticed that the boy manning it had a very expensive camera and that he was asking a very reasonable price for professional-grade portraits.

“How does that work?” John asked.

“I take a picture of you, and the picture shows the spirits of important people in your life.”

Rodney crossed his arms over his chest. “Like who?”

The boy lifted his camera, peered through the viewfinder. He aimed the camera at Rodney. “Like your dead grandmother.” He swung the camera over to John. “Or your dead mother.”

John went still and pale, like he did whenever people mentioned his mother. “How did you know that?”

The boy lowered his camera, shrugged. “It’s just what I see through a camera lens.”

Rodney tugged on John’s arm. “He’s just a con artist. He’s cold-reading us or whatever you call it.”

“She died of cancer,” the boy said.

John put his hand on Rodney’s, staying him. “How could he have known that?”

The boy jerked a thumb over his shoulder at something or someone that wasn’t there. “My dad killed himself before I was born. A piece of his soul attached to mine or something. So I have the Sight. Sort of.”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Now he’s just making things up. Let’s go. I’m sure we can find someone else who’ll take better pictures.”

“Evan,” another boy said, approaching the booth. He was a head taller than all of them, had golden-tan skin, brown hair, and bright brown eyes. Despite being darker-skinned than Evan, his hair was lighter.

“Ronon,” Evan said easily.

Ronon had a camera of his own. “Is Evan freaking you out with his psychic abilities again?”

“We’re not freaked out,” Rodney insisted.

Evan said, “Your Grandma McKay is the one who taught you to love math and science, even though you went over to her house to practice piano.”

Ronon nudged him. “Quit it.”

Evan shrugged again. “I can take spirit-free photographs, if you like.”

But John said, “I’d like a picture of me and my mom.”

Rodney looked at him. “I wanted a picture of, you know, us.”

“I can do both,” Evan said. “Even give you a discount.”

Rodney eyed him dubiously, but then Ronon reached out, caressed Evan’s hair in a manner that was distinctly more than friendly.

John said, “All right. Both.”

So Evan beckoned them into the stall, into the back where he had a backdrop and some seating and lighting.

That picture of the two of them was their only professional couple photo for years to come. John’s brother and father assumed the photo of sixteen-year-old John with his mother standing beside him was the product of some impressive photo-editing, because John had been twelve when his mother died. In the photo, though, she was smiling proudly and looking right at him.

And she was just a little bit translucent around the edges.

Rodney regretted not getting a picture of himself and Grandma McKay.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, getting a boudoir photo for their significant other

Fill 1/3: SGA McShep + photographer Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“This is going to look ridiculous,” Rodney protested, fiddling with the tie holding the bathrobe closed.

“It will if you don’t relax,” Evan said. “Look, you’re beautiful, and John loves you, and he’s going to love pretty pictures of you. But you need to relax and trust me when I say this is going to turn out all right.”

Rodney eyed him.

Evan rolled his eyes. “Look, I get that for our day jobs you’re an incredibly brilliant, cranky scientist and I’m an overly-sarcastic flyboy, but that’s not who we are here. Here you’re a man who wants to do something nice for his boyfriend and I am an artist who’s good at what he does.”

Rodney glanced at Evan’s array of photography equipment, lights and lenses and flashbulbs, and he clutched his robe closed tighter.

“Do you want to look through my portfolio again? I promise this picture will bring out the best of you.” Evan reached for one of his photography portfolios.

“No. It’s just - I always look weird in pictures.”

“That’s because you feel uncomfortable or because the photographer was bad,” Evan insisted.

Rodney looked ready to pull on a hazmat suit over his bathrobe.

Evan took a deep breath. “Tell you what - why don’t you take some pictures of me? So you know what it’s like being on the other side of the camera.”

“But you -”

“Are no better-looking than you,” Evan said. “Maybe more comfortable in front of a camera, sure, but then I used to pose undraped for life drawing classes, so whatever.”

Rodney, who’d started toward the camera mounted on a tripod, paused. “You used to pose naked?”

“Yes. More money. Also important for learning human anatomy.”

“Also you soldiers have no sense of personal space or boundaries,” Rodney said, and he nudged Evan away from the camera.

Evan strolled out onto the makeshift set. “All right, what do you want me to do?”

“Do?” Rodney echoed. He’d already snapped a few photos. Thankfully Evan’s camera was digital and had a memory card with massive storage capacity.

“You know. How do you want me to pose?”

“I don’t know,” Rodney said. “Um...be sexy?”

Evan popped the top button on his shirt.

Rodney, who’d snapped a few photos, paused. “Wait, are you stripping?”

“Look,” Evan said, and popped another button on his shirt, “I’ve seen you pose for pictures before. You look all proud and heroic when you and Radek are taking pictures of ‘historical finds’ in the lab. And I know you’ve been totally calm in front of a camera when, say, Miko is photographing a work site while you and Radek are doing your thing. You’re not actually bad in front of a camera. What you are right now is uncomfortable with being naked in front of a camera.”

“How is you getting naked supposed to make me feel more comfortable?” Rodney protested. But he did snap a few more photos.

Evan, because he was shameless, winked at the camera.

Rodney spluttered.

Evan shed his shirt fully. “It’s like they always say - if you get nervous, pretend the audience is in their underwear. Or naked.”

“Pretty sure they wouldn’t say that if they were going to be naked too,” Rodney said, but he was starting to actually look in the viewfinder. “Have you ever done photographs like this before?”

“Like what?” Evan asked. “With naked people?”

“You know - boudoir photos.” Rodney flapped a hand at him. “Move a little more to the right.”

Evan obeyed. “Sure.”

Rodney peeked at him over the top of the camera. “Really? For who?”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes, it's ingrained in him to avoid having his picture taken

not a fill

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

this is funny! I'm working on a large Stucky story where this actually pops up several times

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, messing around with some old camera equipment at the salvage yard

Fill -- An Affair in Black and White

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/15206399

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ Danny Williams, Danny is a photojournalist and meets Steve overseas

[manuelagb.livejournal.com]

ynonna Earp, Nicole Haught/Waverly Earp, photographer/model AU

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, any, anything inspired by this post (http://corelliaxdreaming.tumblr.com/post/171816534077/now-youll-be-missing-from-the-photographs)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, look at this photograph / everytime I do it makes me laugh

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, school picture day

Fill: multifandom

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Again?” Tony asked.

John Sheppard shuffled out of the headmaster’s office, water dripping down his temples and ears, looking very put-upon. “Same as last year. Same as every year.”

Excelsior’s School for Boys was one of the most elite private schools in the world. Boys from the most powerful families came to be trained up in the ways of power, domination, and success. Part of that involved looking successful.

John Sheppard’s hair was un-tameable. Just like last year on picture day, Headmaster Drummond had summoned John to his office and attacked him with a comb, but as always, his efforts were ineffectual. Already John’s hair was flicking up into cowlicks as it dried.

Lex Luthor, school cap jammed low over his eyes, slunk past. Oliver Queen tried to snatch it off of him.

Bruce Wayne was sitting in front of the camera looking miserable.

“Come on, son,” the photographer said. “Smile big for your ma.”

John and Tony winced. Bruce’s mother was dead.

“How many times do you think I can force a retake before the photographer complains?” Tony asked. Last year he’d blinked incessantly. The year before that he’d affected a case of the hiccups.

John considered. “Twelve.”

Tony shook his hand. “You’re on.”

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Disney, Imelda Rivera, the day she ripped up Hector's photo

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, any rogue, "What do you mean I can't smile in my mug shot?"

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers, black and white photos

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark+/Pepper Potts, "Stop teasing the papparazi, Tony!"