Thursday: Darkfic
May. 13th, 2010 09:49 amWell, it's Thursday and I'm calliopepurple, giving you my last guest host theme before the usual weekend fun begins. Today, things get even more twisted than they were yesterday - the theme is Darkfic. Darkfic is anything with serious/twisted/disturbing subject matter, so I'm going to give an extra warning to be polite and ask fillers to warn in subject lines for common triggers. I can't make you, but I'm sure people would appreciate it.
Today's prompts and fills may contain triggering or disturbing material.
The Rules
- No more than five prompts in a row or three for any given fandom. Once they're answered, you can ask for more.
- No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
- Please thank the people who fill your prompts. Everyone loves feedback.
- Be nice to the hardworking code monkeys and format your prompts correctly.
Formatting examples:
Author's choice, any male character, "somebody's watching me"
Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka, unexpected flashbacks
Weiss Kreuz, Omi, first kill
If you're not in the mood for serious prompts, go venture through the Lonely Prompts and give one a home.
[theme tag=darkfic]
Today's prompts and fills may contain triggering or disturbing material.
The Rules
- No more than five prompts in a row or three for any given fandom. Once they're answered, you can ask for more.
- No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
- Please thank the people who fill your prompts. Everyone loves feedback.
- Be nice to the hardworking code monkeys and format your prompts correctly.
Formatting examples:
Author's choice, any male character, "somebody's watching me"
Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka, unexpected flashbacks
Weiss Kreuz, Omi, first kill
If you're not in the mood for serious prompts, go venture through the Lonely Prompts and give one a home.
[theme tag=darkfic]
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Date: 2010-05-13 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-28 04:48 pm (UTC)An adult raising their voice would bring him back to a moment when his father or his mother had shouted at him: "How do you know these things? Are you prying into people's heads?"
((The rest can be found here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/31707.html)))
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Date: 2010-05-13 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:57 pm (UTC)Too great a prompt not to write a fic for!
Date: 2010-05-14 10:31 pm (UTC)Over here (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/13222.html#cutid1) at my journal.
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Date: 2010-05-13 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: no native tongue and propably not what you were looking for...
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From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-13 04:14 pm (UTC)"She is the darkness to your light." Morgana&Merlin BBC MERLIN
Date: 2010-10-06 06:48 am (UTC)You paint a smirk upon your face, past scars and bruises that never fade proudly put on display.
Claim that you're the hero at the end of the day, yet as night comes you crawl away to play your silly games.
Petty and betrayed you say it must be this way, alternatives lost in your rage. You seem to forget that this used to be your place to stay, a home in every name.
But the blood on your hands don't faze and your mask is staring to go away, angered and spiteful you ask me why I never fear.
Walking away I waste no time in pondering the answers that you seek, for what is there to fear when you have life and death at your knees?
Re: "She is the darkness to your light." Morgana&Merlin BBC MERLIN
From:Re: "She is the darkness to your light." Morgana&Merlin BBC MERLIN
From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 11:16 pm (UTC)Warning: Non-graphic but heavily implied non-con.
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Ruthless
David is ruthless. All the Animorphs know this. For David, it is all about him, what he wants, what he has lost, and the sacrifices, losses and pain of others? They don't matter. He doesn't care. Little compassion. Less pity. Willing, able and ready to kill them all to get what he wants. Yes, all the Animorphs know this.
But one Animorph knows this just a little bit better than the rest.
And that is Rachel.
She sees in him a darkness that she sees in herself; a darkness that she fears but has to use to stay sane and alive in this war; a darkness that leads both of them to recklessness and raw power. To bald and golden eagles. To grizzly bears and lions. To study the dark heart of David, all she has to do is study the heart of herself. And this is something that she does not like – not in the slightest – but she will admit it.
But this isn't why she knows David better than the others.
There is another reason.
One she'll never tell.
A reason that she tries not to think about, that haunts her dreams at night, that makes her skin crawl.
In order to make David believe that Rachel is ostracised and broken by her actions, Jake asks her to do something nobody should be asked to do: to give herself up entirely to a sociopath, to do with what he will.
No, not as a rat in the tunnels. Before that. The point between David smearing re-fried beans down her sleeve and flying to the construction site. The point they skipped, glossed over, when the reports of the lives of the Animorphs come out as books for children.
David-Saddler smears the beans down Rachel's arm. She starts to cry. None of the other Animorphs say or do anything for her, so she stands up and flees for the Taco Bell bathroom. David-Saddler follows. Nobody else does. Nobody else can. Not if the ruse is going to work.
Rachel is in the bathroom, drying her eyes on a piece of folded toilet paper, attempting to wash the beans off in the sink, when David-Saddler walks in. There is nobody else in there. Just the two of them. David demorphs.
Just Rachel and David. Just the two of them. Alone.
It starts with a kiss. David presses her against a wall, pinning her down by the shoulders, his mouth rough against hers. She protests weakly and tries to fight back, but she has to stay in character or they can't beat him. And then David pulls away and she sees that there is golden hair on the back of his hands, and his teeth have grown and sharpened. Both sink back into his flesh as she watches.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. The message is clear. Any funny business – any morphing – and she won't be dealing with David. She'll be dealing with a fully-grown lion.
He kisses her again, harder, rougher, bruising her mouth, and against her better judgement, Rachel kisses back. There is something in David that draws her in, an ache of wanting coiling in her belly.
She gives in to it. She gives in to him. Forgets the mission. And, ruthless, David takes what he wants.
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From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-27 07:00 am (UTC)So she fell.
The damage to her leg would be permanent, the doctors had said, and Mayu had to hide a smile, despite Mio's fretting.
"I won't leave you again, Mayu!" the twin had promised, eyes wide and pleading for forgiveness. And Mayu held her hand, and held her, and told her that everything would be all right. That she forgave her, of course she did. And she meant it.
The reason she fell wasn't that she didn't love Mio--the exact opposite was true. Mayu adored her sister, adored her more than words could have ever said. They were Mio and Mayu, born together, and they would stay together, forever, no matter what. It was just... that one day, Mio didn't stay with her. And Mayu had worried--had she done something wrong? Why did Mio seem to think this was all so funny? Why was she giggling, this wasn't a game! Why was she leaving, why, why, why?
It was a child's impulsiveness that made her fall, and a child's selfishness that ensured her beloved sister would never leave her again.
She knew in the back of her mind, later, that she shouldn't have fallen on purpose. And look what she'd done, she'd made Mio feel so terrible... And part of her hated herself for that.
And yet she justified it to herself.
"Mio... she'll stay with me now," she would think. "Now... she'll stay with me. Forever."
She's been so terrified on that fateful day, so, so terrified.
But now there was no reason to be--Mio would stay with her, and that was that.
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From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:30 pm (UTC)WARNING!!!! MAJORLY DARK, NC-17 DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18 CONTAINS REFERENCES TO CHILD ABUSE! RRRRRR
Date: 2010-05-24 07:52 am (UTC)He doesn’t need anyone. He’s borne this...secret, this shame alone for as long as he can remember.
Gaius knows. How can the old man not? He’s being there when his father’s version of love leaves him with bites and bruises that won’t heal or that bleed.
But Gaius is a good man, and never says anything. Just does his duty. And looks at Arthur with something between pity and anger, like this is his fault in some manner. Arthur wants to tell him it’s not his fault, but he can’t because he doesn’t honestly know whose fault it is, or...
He supposes Merlin must know, or guess. After all, he’s seen him bathe, helped him dress on the mornings when the pain is bad.
There’s no way he can’t have noticed the bites and the bruises. But he’s never said anything.
He’s grateful for that. This is hard enough to bear without having to acknowledge another’s pity, or worse their disgust.
There’s a small bottle at the back of his cupboard, brought from a starving physician years ago. When the day comes, and Arthur knows it will, that Merlin looks at him with that look of Gaius, the one that asks that what he should have done to stop it, he’ll drink it.
He doesn’t NEED anyone. But he can’t live without Merlin.
Re: WARNING!!!! MAJORLY DARK, NC-17 DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18 CONTAINS REFERENCES TO CHILD ABUSE! RRR
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Date: 2010-05-13 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:31 pm (UTC)a fine line - PG, hints of Cougar/Jensen
Date: 2010-05-15 04:22 am (UTC)Clay may spout all that we're the good guys, only going after bad guys, and we'll clear our names, and it'll be sunshine and puppies and American fourth of July barbecues, goddamn it, but they know better.
It started with them going after Max. Clearing their names. Getting Pooch home. And it changed. Hell, Jensen had flirted with the line before, hacking into anything he wanted, playing with people from thousands of miles away. And how many people did they kill in Miami?
Cougar's got a past he won't talk about, Clay's getting less concerned about collateral damage by the day, Aisha's just all-around terrifying, and Pooch...
Jensen knows that Clay's gonna cut Pooch loose soon. Tell him to sit this one out, stay home to barbecue with his wife and kid. He’s got the best chance of them all. All Jensen really cares about is his sister and niece and the team. Cougar.
So, yeah. Clay’ll tell Pooch to stay home and then he’ll offer the rest of them a choice, Jensen and Cougar and Aisha.
It’s a fine line between going rogue and going darkside. Rogue is just to clear your name, if the higher ups are bastards with their own agenda who hurt innocents. But darkside…
Pooch is the best of them. Jensen knows that. Jensen’s always been a little off-center, a little too smart, too impulsive. He needs someone to follow. Someone who makes the decisions, tells him what to do. So he’ll stay with Clay, as long as Cougar does, no matter what Clay is doing.
Re: a fine line - PG, hints of Cougar/Jensen
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From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:32 pm (UTC)Technically no fic, but...
Date: 2010-05-13 10:12 pm (UTC)Re: Technically no fic, but...
From:no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 04:34 pm (UTC)Pretty, pretty please?