Monday: The Letters M&N

[tigriswolf]

'sup, y'all. I’m tigriswolf and today's theme is letters--specifically the letters M and N. Prompts can be anything to do with the letters: characters whose names start with those letters, words beginning with the letters, etc.

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 the fandom's full name
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...
+ Highlander, Methos + author's choice, mythology
+ author's choice, author's choice, names have power
+ author's choice, author's choice, muse

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 2023 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the use of LJ's advanced search options is available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.


tag=letters m&n

Comments

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The Owl House, Camila Noceda, Luz Noceda + any/all of the Boiling Isles kids - Mother to six was not in her plans but she can't say she hates it

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The Owl House, any, Nice usually works for Luz

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any), any, New M Class planet to explore

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, any, mutilated

FILL: Malcolm & Paul Graphic fic {Dead dove: do not eat]

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Sight…A tiny spoon does the trick nicely. Embedded into the eyeball, shoved deep, and then scooped upward, ripping through nerves and tendons. Malcolm screams as his sight is torn from him. The very last thing he sees as he tugs desperately on the chains holding him, imprisoning him, is Paul’s twisted grin… and then nothing, only darkness.

Hearing…Two nails-one for each ear. Pinprick sharp, centered against the eardrum, held for a heartbeat before the sharp tap of the hammer and the piercing of flesh. He hears the sharp clink of metal before the words are drowned out by his own bloodcurdling screams. The pain burns white hot, the screams becoming great gulping sobs of anguish. Now there’s nothing, only an agonizing ringing that gives way to silence.

Taste…The heated, metal iron is an easy tool, fast to use, and simple enough to get the job done. Paul’s hands are steady as he holds Malcom’s tongue with the tongs, and he never once flinches. Not even when the smell of burning flesh reaches his nose. Malcom wails vociferously. Paul’s smile brightens enormously, so wicked even the Devil would fear him. The skin is burnt and only the taste of blood fills Malcolm’s mouth.

Smell…The Dremmel wood burning tool makes for a quick removal of Malcolm’s sense of smell. The long slim tip fits perfectly into each nostril, burning away flesh as the sound of Malcolm’s pain fills the room. The burning sensation is unbearable as he wrenches against the chains, screams past the blisters forming on his tongue.

He can’t hear the chains rattle, can’t taste the salt of his tears, but he can smell the scent of burning flesh, even after the gauze has been applied. Paul thumbs away a single, solitary tear from Malcolm’s cheek as the torment man begs for death, from salvation from the agonizing sorrow.

Touch…The acid bubbles and burns, leaving Malcolm’s skin raw, and blistered, and still he fights. Tired, and in agony, he fights, pulls at the chains, hoping against hope for the chance to escape. There is no hope.

There is only silence, and darkness, and pain. He’s deaf, blind, can barely speak because of the blisters in his mouth. He’s as helpless as a newborn baby.

Now there is only darkness and silence woven into tears. Malcolm screams. He cries. He prays for Death.

♥ END ♥

Re: FILL: Malcolm & Paul Graphic fic {Dead dove: do not eat]

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Oh that is super twisted and well done. Poor poor Malcolm. Thank you very much.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will/Hannibal, Murder Husbands

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Mine

Fill, Killjoys, Dutch/D'avin Jaqobi

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

They get married six years after they save the universe.

Jaq's old enough, by then, to stand in witness for them, though he defers to Zeph, who takes the place next to Johnny, in favor of sitting to the side with Fancy and Pip and Gared and whooping very loudly when Pree finishes the rite.

D'avin tears up and overflows a little, maybe, during the ceremony, but he's not the only one. Dutch doesn't cry, but she reaches up just before Johnny ties their hands with the ribbon and wipes her thumb just under his eyes, sweeping the damp away.

They drink themselves silly after and dance until dawn starts breaking in the behind the hills that border Johnny's land, until Dutch wraps her hand around his and pulls him into the house, past the rustic kitchen and the cozy living room and Johnny's closed-up work room, which emits a strange glow when you crack the door.

He picks her up when they reach the stairs, one arm under her shoulders and one under her knees, fingers gripping fabric finer than some women of the Nine use for their weddings.

He doesn't set her down until they're in their bedroom, when he needs his hands to lock the door.

"Securing what's yours?" Dutch asks when he turns back to her. There's a smirk playing around the edges of her lips, though she looks every bit a demure bride in her finery, hair gathered up with a comb, hands loosely clasped in front of her.

She's got a ray gun in a thigh holster and at least three knives secreted in the folds of her robes, even today, even here.

He loves her so much he doesn't know how his heart doesn't implode from it.

"You know I know better than that," he says, crossing over to her, reaching up and tugging the comb carefully out of her hair. "You don't belong to anyone but yourself, Dutch."

The smile she tosses him is warmer than sunshine, and knowing. "Damn straight." She lifts her her hand up to cup his cheek, moves it back, smooths his hair back from his face. "But it's all right, if--"

"If we're each other's?" he asks. He turns his head into her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist. Her hand trembles, just enough that he can feel it. "Partners, of our own free will, as long as we want."

"As long as we want," she breathes. She stretches up, lips brushing his neck just over his artery. Gives him a nip. "They'll bury us together, D'avin Jaqobi. Your body and mine."

"Your body and mine," he agrees, tipping her chin up and leaning down, sealing it with a kiss.

RE: Fill, Killjoys, Dutch/D'avin Jaqobi

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

I dont know the fandom but this was so wonderful!!!! Such a sweet fic! Thank you, sweetie! This was awesome!

Re: Fill, Killjoys, Dutch/D'avin Jaqobi

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Oh, great! It's a teeny tiny fandom, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it :D

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Patrick Jayne/Teresa Lisbon, Magic

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, winning the lottery and becoming a millionaire

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Nobody will believe you."

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Matt Murdock & Frank Castle, running into each other at mass

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Any, any /+ any, Murder most foul