Tuesday - Dark day!

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Good morning...or afternoon/evening/night, I guess, depending on where in the world you are! ^_~

It's Tuesday, and that means that it's DARK DAY!

That's right. Today your theme is dark fic. Perhaps there's a mirror-verse thing going on or maybe a little Bonnie&Clyde/Gaga&Beyonce crime spree. Maybe your characters are in prison or like to play on the dark side in the bedroom.

And, yes, this does mean that there might be a little non-con/dub-con stuff going on (among other things). Not everyone likes these things, so maybe throw in a warning or two at the top of your responses if you think your fic might press a little too heavily on someone's trigger.

That said, though, there's a whole heap of ideas just waiting to be imagined...but remember, there's still those very important rules!
- No more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom. Remember, as soon as someone takes on one of your prompts, you can post another.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least seven days after first air-date/release date; if there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold in the subject line and leave at least three spaces.
- And please, please be kind to our codemonkeys because their job's difficult enough as is, and format your prompts correctly, like so:


Fandom, Pairing, Prompt

Glee, Kurt/Puck, boys in prison

or

Fandom 1/Fandom 2, Character 1/Character 2, Prompt

Myron Bolitar series/Anita Blake, Win/Nathaniel, pushing to the limit


Happy prompting!



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Fill- Take it Out On Me

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

WARNING- Possible NC-17 rating. Abuse. Graphic sex. I sowwy, but the bunnehs made me do it!

"Gabriel." not-Sam says, with a slimy, nasty smirk. Gabriel's chocolate eyes beg for it, this abuse he needs, wants. Hates.

"Come here," not-Sam says. He removes his pants and boxers. "Take it."

Gabriel takes not-Sam's shaft into his mouth, gently sucking it, swirling his tounge along the length of it.

"Harder."

He has to do this. He knows what he'll get if he doesn't.

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TBC

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony, nights like this he really hated this part of his job

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, evil/serial-killer!boys in prison. Bonus for Kurt not needing anyone to protect him (bitch is vicious!). Extra bonus for either/both boys killing/maiming other inmates for looking at their boyfriends the wrong way


Don't judge me! ^_~

Reserving.

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Oh you know I'd be on that like white on rice, BB. Just let me think a bit.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, any/any, lies whispered in the dark

FILL - The Lies We Tell to Get Through the Night

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

I took a deep breath as I woke up from the nightmare. I sat up in bed and jumped. "Crap, Tobias, you scared me."

Tobias was perched on the foot board of my bed. ‹Sorry. Just keeping an eye on you.›

I reached up and tried to flatten my hair. "I know you guys think I'm Buffy, but I don't need a Watcher."

‹You were tossing and turning in your sleep,› Tobias said. ‹I'm guessing those weren't good dreams.›

"No, not really," I replied. We all knew how that went. "Are you going to stay?"

‹If that's what you want.›

"It's better than you watching me sleep," I said, though what I really meant was Yes, please, even I get scared, though I won't admit it to myself, let alone you. I scooted over and patted the space next to me. "Stay with me."

Tobias fluttered down onto the floor and he began to morph. His feathers turned to skin, and his talons turned to toes, and he suddenly shot up to full human height before his beak withered away into his face. Once he was human, he crawled into bed with me.

"If my mom catches you in here, we're both dead meat," I said. "And then you'll have to come over for dinner while my sisters ask you embarrassing questions."

Tobias laughed, but he didn't smile. Sometimes, he found facial emotions difficult to convey. He rubbed his hand over my arm, and I realized how difficult we had it. His touch felt good, but strange. We hardly ever touched like this. I wondered how the skin-to-skin contact felt to him. Talons weren't made for caressing.

"That'd be fun except for the part where your mom gives me the stink eye all night," he said.

"Well, maybe you could come over some time anyway," I replied. "Like a normal kid."

He snorted. "Yeah, normal. But I could probably fake it."

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I knew he thought he was taking care of me by staying, by watching over me, but I wanted to take care of him. He needed someone to take care of him. Hawk or not, he was still a kid. Just like me.

"Thanks," I said, my face pressed against his neck.

"I can stay all night," he said, knowing how much I wanted to hear it. That he'd stay human and live a normal life, but we both knew it wasn't true. Tobias wouldn't give up the fight. He wouldn't give up his wings.

But for the moment, I let myself believe it.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Spike, he wraps the darkness around himself like a shroud and fades into the night

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, The not-so-Golden Age - Merlin gets bored easily during court and all those pesky meetings...until Arthur decides that Merlin's allowed to 'play'.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Tobias/Rachel Tobias&Taylor, differences between night and twilight

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Glee, Quinn/Rachel, breaking Rachel out of prison isn't all fun and games...except it really, really is

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony/Ziva, little girls are made of gun powder and lead

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), serialkiller!Sherlock/John + Mycroft, this time Mycroft thinks he's found the ideal partner for his brother...just to make sure Sherlock doesn't go too far and actually get caught

[nightcamedown.livejournal.com]

Sherlock had been insistent. "John will see reason," he had said, with an expression both smug and desperate. It was a peculiar look, but familiar to Mycroft from their early boyhood. He feels that he could have quit himself of his troublesome younger brother years ago, were it not for that strange combination of assurance and need.

"He'll see reason," Sherlock had repeated, and Mycroft had laughed at him.

"He'll see reason to turn you in for murder." Mycroft had leaned back and templed his fingers over his stomach. "No. Men of action are best persuaded by circumstance."

*

And that's how they found themselves here, in a warehouse with an atmosphere almost comically appropriate to their purpose, observing the last feeble gasps of Sherlock's victim and listening to the clang-clang-clang of Watson's approach down the metal stairs.

Mycroft tilted his head. "No limp at all," he said.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth rose. "Entirely psychosomatic," he replied, "but he takes offense when I say so."

Watson burst through the last door with his gun drawn but held at his hip. Mycroft let his own hand fall to the pistol at his side but didn't raise it.

The brothers Holmes had, admittedly, arranged the scene so that a slobbering idiot could not have mistaken what had happened, but give the man credit: Watson didn't miss a beat. He looked at the body, looked at Mycroft, looked at Sherlock. He opened his mouth and closed it. Then he carefully thumbed his gun's safety back on and placed it in his waistband.

"What do you need me to do?"

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Todd/John, when John sees Todd while he is in the brig, John feels the dark side coming out and couldn't stop torturing and teasing Todd.

(I know...a very dark mind!)

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/McGee, AU!hacker - McGee is a hacker and Gibbs is the agent trying to catch him and failing.

(a bit like the movie: 'Catch Me if You Can')

[wingstar102.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/McGee, AU!hacker - McGee is a hacker and Gibbs is the agent trying to catch him and failing.

Gibbs was surprised. He'd barely been handed the case when he got the first text on his phone from a private number: I've never seen eyes as blue as yours.

By the second text, I saw the scar that goes from your right hip clear up through your left nipple while you had your shirt off, doing yard work. You get that as a Marine?, it dawned on his that the sender was the shadowy hacker he was chasing. Timothy McGee. By now, Gibbs had memorized the file and pictures and background of the man, and was definitely impressed. Seemed odd, given McGee's background and temperament, that he'd be accused of murder. Wasn't disturbed by being watched by McGee, which was weirder.

After the next couple of texts, Where did you get such a pretty car? and You look like you haven't been sleeping well... Gibbs had found the woman who had actually committed the murder McGee was being accused of. The Director told him to find McGee anyway.

And the next text confused and excited him, the tone of it feeling almost longing: I wonder what it would be like to taste you.

They kept coming, each more explicit and wistful and romantic. The last though, that one set his blood on fire: I think you would look sinfully beautiful on your knees before me, maybe in your basement, using that boat of yours to brace up against and at your mercy.

He bolted out of Headquarters to catch his breath and get a coffee.

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The sidewalk leading from Headquarters was unusually crowded even for a Friday afternoon during summer. People walking in both directions, ignoring everything but what they were doing. Gibbs took it things slow, wandering toward the coffee shop housed next to Class Six, not noticing McGee until the man blocked his path. In reality, Gibbs froze for a moment too long, surprised and off-guard. Tim didn't wait, diving in to steal a hot, quick, demanding kiss, his green eyes dark and lusty.

He leaned in to whisper in Gibbs' ear, "You taste just as I thought you would."

Shell-shocked, Gibbs just stood there as the man he'd been chasing for weeks hurried away, too far gone by the time Gibbs shook himself back into a semblance of order. The text he received just seconds later made his heart soar: I think I'm in love with you.

He replied: I think I'm in love with you too.

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The next day, Timothy McGee walked into NCIS Headquarters and surrendered. The man had so much evidence against so many bad guys that he was released on five years probation and a signed letter of intent to give up hacking.

To say Gibbs was surprised when McGee showed up on his doorstep with his probation papers in hand was an understatement. All things considered, Life couldn't be more perfect.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby/Gibbs, Abby likes it rough in the bedroom and Gibbs complies happily

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony, he is finding it difficult to handle prison when he is wrongly arrested for murder (episode: Frame Up)

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Paige, when Paige turns evil under a spell, her sisters try to get her to change back but Paige likes it too much.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Noah Bennet, he did it all for his family. If only they would believe that.

[samueljames]

Hustle, Mickey/Danny, one of them is killed during a con bringing angst and guilt.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/any, he used to be the good guy

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotchner, he would not break, would not bend, instead was worn away

[samueljames]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Hotch being slightly manipulative with Reid (not dub-con or non-con though) but a little controlling. If you want to have someone figure this out and help Reid that's fine too.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

They're all getting ready to head out for the night. It's Friday, no new cases have come up. They all want to go out. And they're trying to get Spencer to go along. His face brightens at the request, at the insistence of his team. Morgan slinging an arm around his shoulders; already nudging him toward that door, and Garcia is flanking his other side. Given thirty more seconds Spencer would have been out of sight, if he wasn't already so well trained he might not have even looked up to catch Aaron's eye from where he watched the entire exchange. He may have made it out the door.

But Aaron shakes his head just a fraction, enough that anyone looking would have seen it, but would have dismissed it. Spencer knows what it is though, and he breaks away from his team mates. He makes a few excuses, a report to still type up, and an early lecture for some cadets. He makes his apologies and the team groans and protests but Spencer stands his ground. They finally go on without him and Spencer takes a seat at his desk. Aaron still has reports to type up; Spencer will be there when he is finished.

When Aaron walks by later and in the dim bullpen he wraps his fingers in Spencer's curls just enough to tilt his head back. "Good boy," he whispers close to his ear. The little shiver, barely audible moan tell the whole story. Spencer knows it's well worth obeying Aaron.

[samueljames]

Chuck, Shaw, Sarah, Chuck & others, Chuck never made it in time to save Sarah.

[samueljames]

History Boys, Posner/Scripps, more h/c than dark but I'd love a future fic where Scripps is looking after Posner following a mugging/gay bashing. Established relationship please.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Jack, he likes his staff a little broken and he's okay with that. Anyone who isn't screwed up when they join ends up that way.

He likes his staff a little broken, TW, Jack (and team)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Heh, a little darker than perhaps you wanted. I hope you like it anyway ^_~




Jack sits at the head of the conference room table and looks at his team. They're all ranged around him - Ianto on his right and Gwen on his left. Owen next to Ianto and pretty, clever Tosh next to Gwen. They're such a good team, all broken edges that scratch and rub against each other, yes, but it works all the same.

Owen, so broken and twisted by losing his fiancee and his useless, uncaring mother. Callous, needy Owen who pushes and yaps to get attention but who's a genius with a scalpel...or any other blade, his eyes dark and focused on the body in front of him - even if that body's still twitching against the straps and the anaesthetic (the bare minimum, obviously. Owen has notes to take and experiments to run, after all.)

Tosh. Pretty, clever Tosh who scurries from lighted area to lighted area and who still has nightmares of being locked up by UNIT in that tiny, dark cell. Tosh, who flinches when there's a loud noise or someone brushes too close by her but who can do anything with computers, losing herself in tech to calm her shaking hands and her panicking brain no matter whether it's human or alien.

And Gwen who confesses everything to her boyfriend on a regular basis and then retcons him back into obliviousness. It's playing on her mind, now, all that guilt finally catching up with her. It's making Gwen harder and that's how Jack needs her. Harder and less caring so she doesn't push and object when Jack needs to be a little less orthodox in his methods. A little more, a little longer and she'll ditch the boyfriend. Jack's almost got her, almost got Gwen's complete loyalty. She's come such a long way since they met. He's almost proud.

And gorgeous Ianto who fills out a suit so nicely and whose eyes are so blank and dead when he holds and fires a gun. Little Ianto, the youngest of Jack's broken toys but, oh, he's so pretty when he kills...the bad guys, of course, although Jack has his suspicions, sometimes. Ianto was twisted like a broken shard of metal before Jack even got his hands on him. Had to have been, to look at Lisa and not see the psychopathic robot. To fuck his dead girlfriend's killer with a quirk of that gorgeous mouth and hardly a blink of his eye.

Jack knows he's the worst, probably. He's got more issues than his entire team put together and his hands will never be entirely clean of blood again. Doesn't matter, though. He's got his team. Got his Hub.

Jack's fine. He's okay.

And maybe if he keeps telling himself that, he might start believing it.

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Michael/Gabriel/Lucifer, They punish Gabriel for leaving them

R, warning for violence and decidedly not nice things

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

"Loyalty," Lucifer says, "is something you desperately need to learn, little brother."

Gabriel twists under Michael's hands, shakes as Lucifer draws fingers through his hair, but he is helpless in their hold.

Lucifer kneels on Gabriel's back, presses a kiss to Gabriel's cheek, and reaches to grip the base of his wing.

"No, no no no," Gabriel says, but his hands are still in Michael's grip, and he can do nothing.

He is helpless as Lucifer summons his blade, and Gabriel screams as his wing is severed.

"Loyalty," Lucifer murmurs, "rather, the lack of it - that has led you here, Gabriel."

Michael reaches to touch Gabriel's cheek, to catch his tears, and when Lucifer holds out his blade, Michael takes it.

"No, please, anything," Gabriel begs, helpless, desperate not to lose everything.

"You have more," Lucifer says. "and there is a second part to your crime. You left us," here he rubs Gabriel's stump, studies how it bleeds, "and,"

Michael holds the blade to Gabriel's other wing.

"You didn't come back," Lucifer finishes.

Michael makes the cut, and it is over.

Gabriel can't hide anything, is weak in their hands when they lift him. Michael kisses them, then Lucifer, and it is a mockery of an embrace.

"We won't hesitate to do this again," Lucifer murmurs, and Michael nods agreement.

"Don't run from us again."