Monday - Blood

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Howdy everyone! I’m jaune_chat and I’ll be your host for this week!

Today the theme will be Blood. Blood relations, vampires, blood and gore, blood red, blood transfusions, and whatever else you can think of to fit the theme!

As always, please follow the rules:

• No more than one prompt per post, three prompts per fandom, and no more than five prompts total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
• No spoilers in the prompts for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
• If your fill contains spoilers, please label it clearly with the fandom/show and leave enough space for people to pass by.
• Feel free to fill a prompt even if it is already filled, the more fic the merrier!


Be kind to our codemonkeys and format your prompt properly:

• Heroes, Peter and Hessem, Hessem often wondered why Peter was so blasé about the worst accident scenes.
• Supernatural, Dean, he didn’t miss being a vampire. Most of the time.
• Sherlock (BBC)/Criminal Minds, Sherlock/Reid, blood brothers

If nothing today trips your trigger, go check out our Lonely Prompts for inspiration!

(Tag = blood)

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[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter and Hessem, Hessem often wondered why Peter was so blasé about the worst accident scenes.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, he didn’t miss being a vampire. Most of the time.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

He didn't miss it. It had gotten him nowhere, it had caused him pain, it had cost him Lisa (or at least been a huge step in the road toward losing her), it had led to the heart-sickening discovery of what Sam really was and what he was capable of...

but sometimes, when the thoughts swam in his head and the regrets gnawed at the walls of his hollowed-out chest, he remembered wanting so fiercely he saw only red. He remembered every instinct of his body and mind moving harmoniously toward the one constant, blood. He remembered violence becoming more than a necessary brutality, becoming an art, a dance of trust and instinct where his senses and his body and his intent worked as one. Human Dean could never have slaughtered his way through that hive the way Vampire Dean did. He would have paused, would have reflected.

For a little while there, Dean was just as efficient and ruthless and graceful as his soulless brother. They were evenly matched.

Maybe that's why Sam had let him turn. Maybe it wasn't about setting the trap, or trusting in Samuel's antidote. Maybe Sam had just wanted them to be equals again.

And maybe, sometimes, Dean wished he hadn't turned back.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC)/Criminal Minds, Sherlock/Reid, blood brothers

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotchner/Reid, bleed for me

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Claire, bloodplay

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, John, John has hemophobia (fear of blood); that's why he became a doctor in the first place

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Elfangor(/Loren), blue-blooded

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Bones, Brennan, she's good with bones but she's never really liked blood

[buftie.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Magneto, holocaust

In blood we paint the sky

[reikoyazumi.livejournal.com]

All he wants is a better world. He has seen the weakness of humanity; the hate that flows through them like blood. The evidence in written into his skin and hums in his mind, in the metal that bends to his will like flowers bent low by the rain; in his veins and tattooed against his heart with a permanence far beyond the ink that marrs his arm.

He is better than them. He is stronger and harder and in every way more, and the helmet that hugs his scalp is the only armour he needs. The parts of him that can hurt, the only parts, are written deep within him and lit with candlelight and fear an a silver coin that twists and roils and shapes itself into something he will never let happen again.

He will choke them all with the pipes from their gas chambers, turn their guns against them and cut out the parts of them that are black and rotten and cold. He will create a new world, where his mutants, his freaks will be safe from their nameless, pathetic fear.

What they did to his people was a holocaust. What he will do to them is a mercy.

He will never be a victim again.

[okmewriting.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist - Jane/Cho. There was no blood on Jane's hands physically speaking.

[classmspectre.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, "For you I bleed myself dry..."

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

Any, any, It doesn't matter how small the wound is, when it's family that's bleeding, it always seems like too much.

[miss-morange.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Spencer, He always feared the day when he would be the one spilling blood.

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon Tam/Mal Reynolds or & Any, They can't store blood on-board, no one is a match, and he's getting desperate

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake, He never forgot that he was the only Drake left.

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Kon, Kon has seen a lot of bad stuff, but he can't ever get over how much a human can *bleed*.

[miss-morange.livejournal.com]

Bones, Bones and Booth, She's used to a lack of blood but seeing Booth without colour in his cheeks frightened her.

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

Cal Leandros Series (by Rob Thurman), Cal & Niko & Robin, Cal never forgets that evil lurks in his blood, but sometimes he needs to be reminded that part of Niko's in there too.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Nikola Tesla, Wine was a pretty good substitute for blood, all things considered. Easier to get, too.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Watching him bleed out was the worst thing to happen

The last thing I saw (Death Fic)

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

((Did you leave this just for me?))

***


David sat up against the wall just outside the infirmary, pale and unmoving as it flashed through his mind's eye. It had been so red... so very red. He distantly knew it had hardened all over his clothes and his hands were sticky with the dried blood that had been spilled as they fought to keep him alive long enough to get back home.

It had been all his fault.

It was all his fault.

Evan had warned him that something was off about the villagers. But he didn't believe him. He just thought it was paranoia, that they were just tired from harvesting...

But no, he was wrong. He was wrong and there was no fixing it now.

They had been fired upon and Evan had taken so many through his vest. Blood had poured like a faucet, soaking David clean through as he carried his partner away from their attacks.

Some ex-Genii patriots had taken over the village easily and he didn't see the warnings. Evan did but David didn't listen.

He finally broke, letting out a keening moan, knowing that he had watched him bleed out and that it was all his fault.

Evan had died because of him.


Fin

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, Vampire AU

The Muse - Lorne/Parrish (PG)

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

(also includes hints of Markham/Stackhouse)

Lorne threw down the paintbrush in disgust, this wasn’t working anymore, he should never have drained that redhead dry, she’d been bitter at the end but she had been an adequate muse; for a while.

God, he was hungry, he wondered how long it had been since he’d eaten, he didn’t remember anyone since the redhead, but he’d been angry and despite his house policy of not draining people, he couldn’t be sure.

He threw open the door to find Stackhouse grinning at him.

“Get me someone to eat.” Lorne demanded and Stackhouse was gone. Stackhouse, despite his tendency to approach everything in a far too light hearted manner, would no doubt find something edible somewhere; he was certainly good at that.

Lorne had just finished washing paint from his hands when Markham called to him, Lorne glared at Stackhouse’s equally smiling partner, and followed him into the hallway.

Lorne paused; the guy was tall, and thin, with a long face and a reddish hint to his brown hair. Lorne was about to berate Stackhouse and Markham for bringing him someone taller than he was when he caught the scent of the guy. It was fresh and clean, Lorne could smell grass and earth and the barest hint of blood.

“Did one of you taste?” he demanded.

“No, Sire.” Markham said “He is hired to tend the gardens, he was working on the rose bushes when we found him.” And Markham held the man’s hand out, there was a single drop of blood on his fingertip, it was dull and had probably started to dry but Lorne’s senses immediately centred on that one drop. He took the gardeners hand and sucked on his finger.

He tasted like the best wine, the sweetest fruit, and the richest chocolate. It was like ambrosia to Lorne and he felt a rush of lust burn through his groin. This one he had to have.

Lorne released his finger and looked up into eyes dark with lust.

“Kneel.” He said and the man dropped to his knees without pause or complaint.

Lorne ran one finger down the side of his face and lifted the man’s chin. He had a beautiful long neck and Lorne leaned down and slowly sunk his teeth in, the flow of blood was fast and the heavenly taste filled his mouth. It was better than Lorne had hoped, fresh and sweet and Lorne was filled desire for this man. He pulled back, licking at the fresh wound. Mine! Lorne thought.

“What is your name?” Lorne whispered.

“David, sire.” David smiled, it lit his whole face and he was suddenly the most beautiful thing Lorne had seen in his long life.

“You can call me Evan.” He told David, ignoring the surprised huff from Markham.

“Yes Evan.” David replied, still with that smile.

“He’s mine.” Lorne ordered. “No one but me touches him.” Stackhouse and Markham nodded.

Lorne held out his hand, and David took it, rising elegantly to his feet. Lorne led him to his personal chambers, he would feast, claim David as his and then; then he would paint.


((OMG - 7.30am and you got me to write! also were you expecting Vampire!Parrish? sorry.))

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Blood Red lips

[miss-morange.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel and Team Freewill, If he couldn't go back to his first family, he'd make his own.

Quality Time

[gypsydancergirl.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like Gabriel had popped up in the Impala one day and never left.

Because he had actually used the car door unlike certain other angels, and he did leave . . . frequently.

Dean more often than not went after him--grumbling and insulting the archangel's intelligence all the way.

Sam still cringes just a little bit waiting for Dean to be smote from the face of the earth. He finds it ever so slightly disturbing that Gabriel doesn't actually follow through with the potential threat.

The usual outcome is that Dean drags a sulky Gabriel back by the collar and promptly feeds both the angels.

Castiel stopped protesting a few states back. He likes the pie too much.

Sam just sighs and submits himself to Dean and Gabriel's favorite sporting event--mock Sammy.

He's got to stop sitting in the middle. The tag-team effect is bad enough without having one of them on either side.

After having fully indulged in pie and mocking Sam, Gabriel's sulky mood evaporates. This is the time where he pulls Castiel off to the side or joins the other angel in the backseat of the Impala where they communicate in whispers and non-human languages.

Sam's pretty sure that Dean should be worried judging by the look on Castiel's face. Sam's equally sure that he won't like whatever they're plotting.

Whatever. The Impala is off limits. The angels can reverse any bodily harm inflicted, and Bobby is on speed dial.

You haven't seen anything until you've seen two extremely powerful archangels cower under Bobby's wrath from halfway across the country.

Sam catches Gabriel's eye in the rearview mirror, and the archangel is grinning madly.

Sam doesn't want to know.

Sam isn't sure what made Gabriel decide that Team Freewill made an acceptable replacement for his brothers. And he's pretty sure that Someone out there is laughing at the inappropriateness of the Winchesters playing big brothers to a pair of millennium old angels.

As if on cue, Dean began to wail along with yet another rock song. Gabriel joined in as Castiel and Sam shrank a good six inches in their respective seats.

This was going to end very badly for the rest of the world. Sam just knew it.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, any, Born anew in blood and fire

Animorphs, Rachel

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

After the first time in the Pool, Rachel goes up to her room, locks the door, and sits. She doesn't do anything, just sits and stares at her hands. They're exactly the same as they were just a few hours ago, pale-skinned and long-fingered and perfectly manicured. There's no blood left staining the skin, no blaring signal saying these hands have taken a life but she feels it just the same.

But worse than that, worse than the knowledge that she's killed and drawn blood, is the guilty secret that she liked it. She liked the rage, and the fear, and the rush she got as she fought and trumpeted and stomped her way through the crowd. She liked seeing the terror in their faces, she liked watching the light fade from their eyes.

Is she a monster, or a protector?

She's been dragged kicking and screaming into this dark new world of blood and fire, but now that she's here, she can't imagine ever coming out.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Nikola Tesla(/Helen Magnus), He promised her he wouldn't drink from a human any more