Dragonriders of Pern AU for Thunderblink. Gold rider Clarice and bronze rider John as weyrleaders with a side of Eclaris and a bit of Tracklight. Dragons and Thread and danger and intrigue and dun dun DUUUUUN!!
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Dragonriders of Pern AU for Thunderblink. Gold rider Clarice and bronze rider John as weyrleaders with a side of Eclaris and a bit of Tracklight. Dragons and Thread and danger and intrigue and dun dun DUUUUUN!!

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Ughhhh, Iâm trying to write Thunderblink fanfics, but all this on-screen drama is killing my muse. I need to push past it!!! Maybe I should try Holiday/Winter/Christmas prompts/asks?? I donât know, I just need something to get me out of this slump...
Either Proudstar (or both) giving wing hugs. Because who needs words when you can just wrap someone up in your wings?
Wings AU!!! :D I might turn this into a long ficâŚ
Ao3
Jamesâ pacing was starting to get on Johnâs nerves. Hisbrother was walking on top of the railing line of the cabinâs wraparound, goingfrom one corner to the other and back again. Any time his near-perfect balancestarted to waver, his wings would unfold until he was steady again. Even if thepacing was doing something to distract James, it was making John antsier thanhe already was. He shifted on the bench near the door, his own wings rustling.
âCan you get down from there.â
James shot him a glare and kept going. He was going toget splinters. John narrowed his eyes as James rounded the corner, bare feetstepping on the old rough wood. They needed to replace the railing. The wholeporch needed to be redone, but it was low down on the list of things theyneeded to fix at the safehouse.
Long, quiet moments passed. A breeze drifted through thetrees, brushing through the red and orange leaves that autumn had brought totheir mountain.
âWhat time is it?â James demanded.
John glanced at his silent phone. âItâs only been tenminutes since the last time I checked.â
âTry calling them again.â
âCalling might be the wrong thing to do,â John countered,trying to crush down his own growing anxiety and stay calm. âIf they forgot toput their phone on silent and theyâre hidingââ
James jumped down from the railing, his wings unfurlingand then settling back into place as he stomped toward John. âGive it to me,Iâll do it.â
John slid the phone back into his pocket. He hadjust explained exactly why they shouldnât call. It could potentially putClarice and Ali in danger, if they werenât already. John would rather believethey had taken the long way home and forgotten to call.
Jamesâ face contorted. âIâll get mine, then.â He turnedto go into the house, but Johnâs hand darted out and snagged his arm.
âIâm worried, too,â John said, âBut I think we shouldtrust them.â
âThey missed the check-in,â James said. He jerked his armout of Johnâs grasp. âThat means we go after them.â
Donât Go
James and Ali spar sometimes in the Resistance AU, and usually it goes really well. This is one of the few times it did not.
I liked this prompt so much it became pretty long! James and Ali are seventeen and dating here. Poor James, this was a total and complete accident...
55 - âCould you forget about the âleave me aloneâ part and focus on the âI love youâ instead?â
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âHow long are you planning to keep this up?â
James didnât look up from the guts of his motorcycle, the pieces spread out on the concrete floor around him. He didnât want to talk about it. He wanted everyone to leave him alone in the garage and for them to stay out unless they needed a vehicle. And if they needed a vehicle, they needed to not talk to him while they went to get it.
âJames.â Johnâs voice was stern this time, less understanding, firmer. âClarice is calling this a self-imposed exile. Whatever it is, it isnât healthy.â
âIâm working,â James replied, picking up an intake valve, âItâs not an exile. Sheâs exaggerating.â He waved a hand at around the room that was still technically attached to HQ, indicating that he hadnât really gone anywhere. You couldnât be in exile if you never left home, right?
âReally.â John walked over to the camping cot that James had set up in the corner and sat down on the edge. âBecause sleeping in here isnât weird or out of the ordinary.â

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If anyone has any prompts for my Gifted Wings AU, where all the mutants have wings, toss them in my inbox! Iâll see if I can make them happen eventually.
The AU focuses on the Core Four (John, Clarice, Marcos, and Lorna) plus James Proudstar and Alison Blaire. Also my 2nd gen Proudstar and Dane-Diaz kids come into play eventually, so thereâs that! The Struckers donât really come into play here though, sorry!! But all the Thunderblink, Eclaris, And Tracklight goodness!! đ
As it's #PancakeTuesday đĽ number 6 for ThunderBlink please đ (I don't mind if you'd rather do Eclaris or Tracklight though!)
#6 Who loves chocolate chip pancakes and who loves blueberry pancakes?
Oh my gosh, eee, Iâm going to do all three then, mini-fic style!! Set in the Resistance AU. :D Thank you so much for this question!! Still taking questions from this list for mini-fics while I write longer prompts!
âWhat did you do, get in a fight with a bag of flour?âLorna asked as she walked into HQâs tiny kitchen, looking over at Marcos. Halfof his dark hair was powder white and there were splotches of white all overhis plaid shirt and jeans. Next to him, Ali hadnât fared much better, and shewas glaring down at the pan on the stove as she flipped a pancake.
âAlmost,â Marcos said, a big, slightly embarrassed smileon his face. âItâs pancake mix.â He gestured to the two piles of pancakesbeside the stove. âWe have options.â
âWeâre moving up in the world,â Clarice said from herspot at the table. She was working through a plate of chocolate chip pancakes, thewhole pile doused with chocolate syrup. âWe actually have two whole choices.Whoa.â
âWould you like another pancake with your syrup?â Johnasked, glancing over at her plate.
âYour judgy eyes are unwanted,â Clarice said, pointing afork at him, âJust because you donât know how to properly doctor a pancakeââ
âI donât like how youâre insinuating that the pancakesneed doctoring,â Ali put in from the stove, her lips pursed, âTheyâre not thatburnt.â
âItâs all right, Ali,â Clarice said with a grin, âThis isjust the natural consequences of letting you two cook.â
âHey, weâre not bad cooksââ
âAnd now youâre picking on our powers!â
Although they were protesting, it was a playfulatmosphere in the kitchen, some of HQâs usual tension temporarily dissipated inthe face of pancakes.
âWhich would you prefer, Lorna? Chocolate chip orblueberry?â Marcos asked, gesturing to the two overloaded plates. He grinned again,and something warm grew in her stomach. He was just so damn friendly, and itdrew her in like gravity.
She grabbed a paper plate and snagged a couple blueberrypancakes. âItâs too early in the morning for chocolate.â
âRight?â John said, nodding to her. Clarice leaned over, grabbedthe syrup bottle, and made an attempt to squirt chocolate syrup on his blueberrypancakes. John snagged her wrist and laughed as he held her at bay, moving hisplate away with his free hand.
âYouâre missing out,â Marcos said, his eyes followingLorna as she sat down at the table, âChocolate chip pancakes are where itâs at.â
âOr just plain chocolate pancakes, if youâre Clarice,âAli said, a half-smile on her face.
âIâll take your word for it,â Lorna said. She got a mugof black coffee and sat down at the table across from Clarice, watching the chocolatesyrup bottle cautiously until Clarice finally set it down.
Ali and Marcos sat down at the table to eat, taking ashort break before the rest of HQ woke up and wanted breakfast, too. Both ofthem picked chocolate chip pancakes, though Marcos went for regular syrup whileAli put a dollop of butter on hers. They were all talking about chores thatneeded to be done that day and how Marcos and Lorna were going out on a supplyrun and how Clarice and Ali were going to train together when James dragged inthe door, his hair messy, a grumpy zombie expression on his face. Heshuffled over to the table, bent down to bump his forehead against Aliâs head,his hand sliding across her shoulder, before he zombie-trudged over to thestove.
âGood morning to you, too, James,â John said.
âYouâre such a ray of sunshine in the morning,â Clarice teased.John glanced at her and she tapped her foot against his under the table, meaninghe shouldnât comment on how it had taken him ten minutes to drag her out oftheir bed that morning.
James ignored them both and poked at the pancakes. âWhatâswrong with them?â
âYou can pick the blueberries out,â Ali said, âThey camethat way.â
âWhy didnât you get Marcos to dig them out,â James said,casting a frown at Marcos.
âEat around them,â Marcos said, rolling his eyes atJames.
âPeople shouldnât put things in pancakes,â he grumbled, but he forked about six onto his plate.
Heeey, welcome back! Number 8 for Thunderblink and Tracklight, please? If you doesn't have inspiration, just enjoy your free time and keep calm! We love you! :)
Thankyoooou, thatâs super sweet!! ^_^ And oooooh my goodness, thanks for picking thisone!! :D
8.Who likes to play with the otherâs hair?
Thunderblink
Thesunlight caught Clariceâs hair, making it glow in the sunset light. It was abrief quiet moment in their constantly busy lives, but they were sitting in theback of a beat-up pick-up truck, watching the sun drop behind the mountains.They were hunting for a new HQ, even a temporary one, but todayâs search hadbeen a bust. Every lead they had tried today had been pointless.
Johntook a deep breath and tried not to dwell too much on his worry. Tomorrow wasgoing to be a whole new day full of time to devote to being anxious about findinga new HQ.
Claricesettled back against his chest, her hand resting on his knee. He reached up andstroked her hair, looping one purple lock around his finger.
âYouokay?â Clarice asked, âYouâre being extra quiet.â
âYeah,âhe said, âJust thinking.â
âYoudo that an awful lot,â she teased, drumming her fingers on his kneecap. âTake abreak for five minutes, John. Just be here.â
Johnlooped an arm around Clarice and hugged her to him. Right now, for the next fiveminutes, he just wanted to sit here with Clarice and take a moment to breathe.Center himself. Prepare for tomorrow.
Tracklight
Jamesclosed his eyes as Ali combed her fingers through his hair, gathering it into aponytail before fluffing it out again. The tension in his shoulders was slowly startingto loosen up, but his muscles were still bunched up, itching for a fight. Thatasshole who had been harassing John about his leadership style earlier hadgotten under Jamesâ skin even if John had been unfazed. James had been secondsaway from asking him if he wanted to go outside and âtalk,â but John hadstepped in and defused the situation. Sort of. The energy was still zingingthroughout James, which was when Ali had taken him by the hand and pulled himoff to their little corner of HQ.
Gently,she drew her fingers through his hair, toying with it, occasionally pulling itup into a ponytail or a bun. Every time she went to put it in a bun, he huffed,knowing she was teasing him. He didnât wear buns often, mainly because Johnwore them and he dealt with being compared to John enough to not copy his hairstyle.Also, he had more hair than John, so any bun she put in his hair was enormous.He preferred low ponytails or just letting it loose.
Alipressed her fingertips against his forehead for a moment and then massaged histemples for a second before pressing a kiss to his head, her pink-streaked hairbrushing his shoulder. He leaned back against the couch and looped his handaround her ankle, letting go of a little more of his frustration.
Getting back into the groove with these OTP asks!