Monday: Death & Mourning
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templefugate, your host for this week. With All Hollow's Eve so close, it only seems fair to focus this week on all things spooky. Today's theme is death and mourning, and prompts can have anything to do with such. The more angst, the better!
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 above mentioned spoiler cut.
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...
+ MCU, Bucky Barnes, learning that Steve has passed
+ Marvel, Kitty Pryde, sitting shiva
+ The X-Files, Dana Scully, memories of her father
We are now using 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 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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templefugate, your host for this week. With All Hollow's Eve so close, it only seems fair to focus this week on all things spooky. Today's theme is death and mourning, and prompts can have anything to do with such. The more angst, the better!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 above mentioned spoiler cut.
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...
+ MCU, Bucky Barnes, learning that Steve has passed
+ Marvel, Kitty Pryde, sitting shiva
+ The X-Files, Dana Scully, memories of her father
We are now using 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 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2021-10-25 01:00 am (UTC)Fill: Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin/Tomoe
Date: 2021-10-25 02:10 am (UTC)Of Tomoe spying on him for the Shogunate, of Tomoe who he’d dared to love when he barely knew what love meant, of Tomoe —
Movement in the snow.
Kenshin was hitokiri, was assassin, was death. His whole body, numb and defenseless as it was, was tuned to the kill.
The enemy was coming toward him.
Kenshin’s grip on his sword tightened. His sword was part of him, an extension of his body. He could feel the vibrations of the enemy’s footsteps in the ground. If he just flicked his wrist, he could reach out and touch the enemy with his blade.
There was a flurry of footsteps, and Kenshin tensed.
The enemy paused.
Kenshin slashed.
The heavy iron tang of blood thickened on the air.
And finally Kenshin could see.
See Tomoe, blood spreading across the back of her kimono. She was clinging to the massive man who’d been kicking at Kenshin, stabbing him and cutting him. She’d stopped him. Kenshin had killed him — and her too.
The man fell.
Kenshin staggered forward, caught Tomoe in his arms. Her blood on his hands was slick and hot, burning against the almost-numbness of the snow soaking through his hakama and haori.
She lay in his arms, gazing up at him.
She reached up to him.
He leaned in to her touch and barely felt the sting of the blade.
“I’m sorry, my love,” she whispered.
Who was her love? The nameless, faceless young samurai Kenshin had cut down back in Kyoto? Or Kenshin himself?
He cupped his hand around hers, letting the blade slice into his skin, another cut on his face to match the one her fiance had given him.
He wanted to scream, to apologize, to tell her he loved her.
Instead he gave her something he’d given her no one else before. “My name,” he whispered, “is Shinta.”
She died in his arms.
Shinta died with her.
He carried her back to the house they’d once shared. He bound up his wounds. He cleaned his sword.
He sent her — and their home — to the heavens in a soaring of flames, and then he took up his sword, and he walked, and he rejoined the war.
The scar on his face would heal, and few people would know his name, but many would know him from the mark Tomoe had half-given him, and in her own way, she would live on.
As soon as the war was done, for her, he would put up his killing blade forever.
Until then, he had more blood to spill.
RE: Fill: Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin/Tomoe
Date: 2021-10-25 12:26 pm (UTC)RE: Fill: Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin/Tomoe
Date: 2021-10-25 12:34 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin/Tomoe
Date: 2021-10-26 05:23 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Rurouni Kenshin, Kenshin/Tomoe
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Date: 2021-10-25 10:15 am (UTC)**I haven’t seen the second half of Leverage: Redemption yet, please no spoilers past the Fake Mastermind episode!
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Date: 2021-10-25 02:16 pm (UTC)Fill: The X-Files - Dana Scully
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Date: 2021-11-01 12:51 am (UTC)Did we learn nothing from David Carradine.
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Date: 2021-10-25 02:29 pm (UTC)Spike Milligan, you utter madlad, rest in peace
FILL: Shameless, Ian/Mikey, hurt/comfort
Date: 2021-10-25 05:44 pm (UTC)Ian knew his husband was slow to rise and shine, but Mickey had been in bed since he left to run errands, five freaking hours ago!
Ian had washed the car, taken Bazooka—their sweet, adorable Pitbull—to the dog park for some fun and sunshine, and dropped Franny off at home with Debbie after her gymnastic class. Ian had been overly productive while his husband was still lounging in bed, curled up in a ball, taking up much of Ian's side of the bed. Mickey mumbles something this morning about “Not feeling good,” but it was ass-crack early in the morning and Mickey wasn’t an early riser, so Ian thought Mick was just sluggish to up and at em.
Now however, when he groans “Hurts, Ian,” grimacing as one hand gripped his lower back, Ian paused, pushing his irritation away when he noticed how red Mickey's cheeks were and he was sweating like he was feverish. His face contorted in agony, and he was softly whining. He seemed like he was in a great deal of pain.
“Mick, baby, what's wrong?” He keels over Mickey, his hand gently brushing his husband's shoulder.
Mickey doesn't say a word, but the gasping groan indicated something was wrong. “Show me where it hurts?”
Mickey, ever so gently, places Ian's hand on the spot where his kidney is. Ian thumbs the warm skin, and Mickey jerks away, hissing through clenched teeth.
Ian quickly rattles his brain, digging into his past medical training to quickly come up with a diagnosis. “Does it hurt to urinate?”
Mickey nods, biting his lip so hard Ian fears he may split the skin. “Feels like I'm pissing razor blades, man. There was a little bit of blood too.”
Ian's light touch on Mickey's back elicited an agony groan from Mickey, his chest heaving as he pushed Ian's hand away, breathing through the stinging pain. “Are you Nausea?”
Mickey closes his eyes, nodding. “Yeah, made a sacrifice to the porcelain gods a few times today.”
Ian presses a hand to Mickey's forehead; his husband had a low-grade fever. “I think you got a kidney stone, babe.”
“I told you I was ill…What do we do?”
Carefully, so as not to shake his distressed husband, Ian crawls into bed with Mickey. “Might have to take you to the hospital if you don’t pass the stone soon. If the stone is too big or there are multiple stones a doctor will need to intervene.”
He is already reaching for Mickey and gathering his husband into his arms, gently rocking him. He softly kisses Mickey's forehead, his palm gentle as he rubs his back, not going too low so he doesn’t put pressure on Mickey's kidney.
Mickey pressed closer to Ian; he bites back a groan as he curls his fingers into Ian's shirt as his husband assure “You most likely will pass it on your own, just takes a few hours.”
Mickey groans, cuddling up to Ian with his head on his chest. Ian kisses his forehead, and Mickey smiles weakly, a lot hurt, but a little better now that he cuddled up in Ian's arms.
Ian gently hugs him; there wasn’t much he could do to help Mickey pass the stone, but the least he could do for the man he loved was offer some comfort.
Mickey groans, the pain was sharp and hot, like a special type of Hell he had never endured. His body was achy, and without mercy, all he could do was wait out.
Thankfully, Ian drapes a soft blanket over him and gently rocks him. Mickey's eyes begin to droop as he becomes sleepy.
“I love you, Mick,” Ian softly whispers, giving his husband a fond snuggle.
Mickey's feeling sleepy and being cuddled by the man he loves helps his pain heal a little, he is warm and relaxed as Ian brushes a tender kiss to his forehead.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Shameless, Ian/Mikey, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2021-10-25 02:30 pm (UTC)Edit GO TO SLIGO, GO TO DRUMCLIFFE, GO LOOK AT THE EIPC HEADSTONE
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