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war stories ficathon

War Stories: A Comment Ficathon
Welcome to the war stories ficathon. Some quick guidelines:
What can I prompt and how do I do so?
Basically whatever you want, as long as there's a core component of a war story therein. Can be pre-, post-, or intra-war as long as it is, at its core, about the war. I'm pretty general with my concept of fictional conflicts, so if you've got a battle or a zombie apocalypse or a revolution, you're good to go. That means you can take a fandom that has a canonical war (like, say, Harry Potter) or you can take a fandom that doesn't have a war (like, say, New Girl) and plop them into a Hunger Games war AU or a zombie apocalypse. Have fun with it. I'm grim about my war stories but you don't have to be.
Prompts should contain the following format:
Fandom (not optional, can be multi-fandom or crossover) - Characters/Ship (optional) - Timeline (optional) - Prompt (which may be a plot, song lyric, quote, etc., but is not optional)
In other words, you can leave a character and/or a ship, and/or a timeline, which are optional, and a prompt, which is not. If you want, you can just leave a set of song lyrics and see what people do with them. If you want, you can just leave a timeline with those lyrics, or a just a character, or all three.
How do I respond?
There are no restrictions in terms of word count, format, tense, point of view, etc. Please title all of your response fics as such in bold at the top of your comment (make sure to close the bold tag!) since LJ took out comment titles because they're dumb:
Title - Character/Ship - Timeline
Presumably, your fics will contain these three things even if they weren't in the prompt. You can also fill prompts that have already been filled. If something speaks to you, as it were, it doesn't matter if there's already fic for it. You can write your own.
How do I promote?
Here's a tumblr post (gen image if you have no idea who Mako Mori is in which case go see Pacific Rim ASAP and thank me later)
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The easiest thing turns out to be figuring out where they go. They stay in Hong Kong for a while, recovering, rebuilding. There are ceremonies and a global press tour that leaves them weary and passing out in the same hotel bed more than once. For some time, their lives aren’t their own. But after that, as the world settles into reconstruction, they find themselves with a breathtaking amount of choice.
Raleigh never wants to go back to Alaska, but Mako is intrigued by the west coast of the U.S. They settle on Seattle, which has a kinder climate that Alaska and a vibrant Japanese population. There is also a hint that modified jaegers are being made to help rebuild, and they might get the chance to drift again. But before they get anything else figured out, they have a small house in a wooded part of the city with a view of the mountains, sun seeping into their windows through evergreen branches.
Their house. Their windows.
Without ever acknowledging it, Raleigh had begun reassembling his life based on the assumption that she would be with him. Sure, they had parted ways a couple of times in the last year, but the world wanted to see them together – the jaeger pilot team that saved the world. They were a packaged set. And then Seattle…they had just started talking about it without actually talking about it. If they were in this together or not.
The moment he realizes it, Raleigh panics. It happens in the middle of the day, when he is home and she’s at work and there is nothing to do but sit there and panic. What if she had something else planned? Wouldn’t have known that in the drift? What if he hadn’t? What if things were changing? What if she wanted time to herself?
Does he want something else?
He goes for a run, breathing in the spring air still heavy from the rain that just passed. He thinks. Hard. The mere thought that he hadn’t even considered any other options terrifies him a little, and for a wild moment he thinks maybe he needs to get halfway across the world and just disappear. The thought brings him to a sudden halt, and he nearly gets hit by a car. Is there somewhere else he should be?
Then he gets home, and she is standing in the kitchen with her back to him, looking at something on her tablet. Just the sight of her makes the tension in his chest unravel. Slowly, he comes up beside her and is greeted with a quick smile. The one he sees every da, like a habit she isn’t aware of.
“Hey,” he says, trying to keep his tone casual. “Is there…anything else you’d rather be doing? Any place you’d rather be?” Anyone else you’d rather be with? He doesn’t say it, but her eyes narrow just a tiny bit and he knows she felt the question.
Turning to face him fully, she sets down her tablet and places her hands flat on the countertop. “You think I would be here if I didn’t want to be?”
The grin that breaks across his face is sheepish, relieved. So relieved that she reaches across and smacks his arm, knowing he was doubting himself. Doubting them. In response, he gathers her in his arms with a smile and kisses her temple.
“You’re sweaty,” she complains into his neck.
A breath of a laugh leaves his mouth, rustling her hair. “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be either. Or anyone I’d rather be with.”
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