war stories ficathon

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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.

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pulse - team human (allison/scott + danny/ethan) - AU - 4/4


She goes to collect them later, after the sun has set, and then sneaks out of the yard, texting Scott as they go.

She meets him in front of an electronics store, in front of a plate glass window and dozens of TVs, like in an old movie, and
they watch the news, hand in hand.

Allison wants to scream, wants to punch something, wants to draw blood and wants to never see another drop of blood at
the same time, and Scott just squeezes her hand tighter as they watch an EMP take out the h+ colony in orbit.

“I think…” Scott takes a deep breath. “I think that can kill some people. If they’re older. More machine.”

It can, and it does.

(Allison has nightmares about it killing Scott, over and over and over again, even in the dark after she’s drafted and Lydia is
there to curl around her and press a hand over her heart.)

---

“I know what you’re feeling,” Danny says one day, when they’re watching a shooting star that could be a shuttle.

“Do you know where… where he is?”

“Ethan. No, I don’t. Do you know where --“

“Scott.”

“- is?”

She shakes her head, staring at the disassembled gun at her feet before she takes her knife out of its holster against her
thigh and holds it up.

“Let’s go do something stupid,” Allison says, grinning.

They find a tree just a bit outside camp, and peel back lines of bark with the knife to reveal the flesh underneath.

(D.M. + E.W.

A.A. + S.M.)

---

It is raining, and Allison feels it in her shoulder, the one she was shot in.

“I’m getting old,” she tells Lydia, and Lydia just rolls her eyes, adjusts her umbrella.

(It is bright red, it’s always bright red.)

“You’re not even 35 yet,” Lydia says, somewhat diplomatically, avoiding saying 30. It is a sin in Lydia’s book to admit
her age, to act, or look, her age.

“Getting there,” Allison says, rubbing her shoulder.

They stop in front of the wide window of a bar, and watch the news. It is about the new deep space mission, the next step
to leave the system again. Maybe it will go better this time.

“That can only end in tears,” Lydia sighs before checking her watch. “We should get moving if we want to meet Stiles and
Danny.”

The Zurich streets are slick with water, reflecting the lights of the cars as they cross the road.

When Allison looks up from her feet, out from under her umbrella, she sees someone in the distance, and her breath
catches.

The man across the road finds her eyes, and when he smiles the air comes rushing back, surrounding Allison in the
humidity of the rain, the comfort of something else.

(His eyes still catch the light and flash red at the edges, always bright red.)

“Are you coming?” Lydia asks, and Allison turns to look at her. “Or are you going to whine about getting old and slowing
down again?”

“It happens,” Allison says, closing her eyes and smiling. “I’m only human.”

---

(Allison is born human. Scott is born h+. Years later, when there is grey in Allison’s hair and still red in Scott’s eyes, they will
find a scarred tree with steel in its bark and initials in its memory.)