comment_fic | Thursday: Play Titles

Hello, everyone. I’m

nagi_schwarz and your host for the week. Thanks to everyone who’s participated these last couple of weeks! Today's theme is play titles! Prompts can be musicals or classics as you please.

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
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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...
+ Any, any, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (William Shakespeare)
+ Any, Any, The Tempest (William Shakespeare)
+ Any, Any, Into the Woods (Stephen Sondheim)

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From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (William Shakespeare)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, Any, The Tempest (William Shakespeare)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, Any, Into the Woods (Stephen Sondheim)

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nagi_schwarz

Any, any, As You Like It (William Shakespeare)

From:

cozy_coffee

Eddie was hoping to get some rest after a long exhausting day. He was hoping he could catch some zzz’s and then enjoy a nice, peaceful rest, but Venom had more naughty ideas in mind. They kinky fucker.

Eddie barely has time to open his eyes, having been lulled from the dream world by the sensation of Venom playing with his ass, probing his hole, and once he becomes aware of the fact that he is face down and ass up, Venom rumbles like an animal as he pressed forward. The bulbous head of his large tentacle stretched Eddie wide, pushing into him then he slowly and firmly begins to thrust, an inch at a time.

Eddie moans as he is slowly filled, only to gasp when Venom gave one big shove and buried his tentacle deep into Eddie. Eddie quivered as he was suddenly stuffed full, his body woken fully by a wave of pleasure. Thankfully as Venoms tentacles were slick with goo, and Venom doesn’t even greet so much as a “hello, Eddie,” instead he just pounds away, slamming his thick tentacle in and out of Eddie’s ass like a well-oiled piston.

With each thrust he was hitting Eddie’s prostate, and Eddie gets a hand around his cock, jerking off as Venom kept driving his tentacle into Eddie. Eddie was hard and aching, his cock at full mast as Venom speared him with his monstrous cock. He grunted out in pleasure as he felt himself being penetrated, the tentacle slipping its way inside him and rapidly pumps in and out.

Venom thrusts harder, forcing his entire thick length in and out and Eddie's eyes roll back in his head as Venom pounds his ass so hard the bed shakes. Venom exploded into Eddie, so much sticky cum that Eddie can feel the slickness seep from his hole. Eddie arches his back and comes seconds later. He blows his load with a breathless grunt and lay exhausted for a few moments. He floats in euphoric bliss, feeling Venom slide out of him, and he melts into the bed with a smile on his face and Venom's cum dripping out of his ass.

♥ END ♥

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you for the fill!

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, Wicked (Stephen Schwartz)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, Barefoot in the Park (Neil Simon)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any +/ Any, The Odd Couple (Neil Simon)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, The Sunshine Boys (Neil Simon)

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, They're Playing Our Song (Neil Simon)

From:

squidgiepdx

For as unorthodox as Markham and Stackhouse were among the colony of Atlantis, there was something almost normal about their wedding. Lorne was used to trading negotiations being broken up by Stackhouse ogling off-world magistrates or catching Markham butt naked with an AWOL Genii soldier. But with cream-colored invitations pressed into their friends' hands, Markham and Stackhouse stood before all of Atlantis to take their vows.

The occasion was almost normal enough for Evan to block out the last words of the hand-written invitations, which read, "RSVP to the reception requested. RSVP to the post-wedding orgy required."

Evan reached over and took David's hand in his. "Beautiful job on the boutonnieres, Boo," he said.

David smiled back at him, and Evan swore he could get lost in David's eyes. At the front, Elizabeth stepped aside as Teyla got up to do a reading. But as far as Evan was concerned, no one else was around.

"I'd like it if that were us one day," David said, his voice barely loud enough for Evan to hear. There was a flush to his cheeks, and David looked at Evan through long, thick lashes. It was almost enough to take Evan's breath away.

But instead of responding, Evan raised their enclosed hands to his lips and kissed the back of David's hand. He could whisper his feelings against David's lips for a million years and still never convey how much he cared. But with each kiss, he hoped the feeling would absorb through David's skin, seep into his veins, and race through David's heart.

Evan looked back in time for Elizabeth to retake her place up front and couldn't help but smile when Stackhouse started to cry when they exchanged rings.

After passing him a handkerchief, Elizabeth started, "Very well. And now, by the power vested in-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Markham said, and the already silent room suddenly stopped. When Elizabeth turned to Markham, a quizzical look on her face, he added, "You didn't do the speak now or forever...thingy."

Though she looked slightly taken aback, Elizabeth gave him an easy smirk. "We're a little past that part, but very well." She cleared her throat and then looked out among the audience members. "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

There was a slight chuckle in the room. But before anyone could open their mouths, Markham turned and practically shouted, "And if even one of you motherfuckers says one word, I'll..." He turned to Stackhouse and shrugged, then again addressed the audience. "Well, I don't know, maybe arrange it for you to get space crabs or something."

"Space crabs?" a voice came from the crowd. A distinctly Scottish voice.

"And Carson," Markham continued, "they have to suffer for, like, a month or something before you agree to treat them."

More chuckles, which only grew when Markham gave Carson his attempt at an evil eye, and Carson responded, "Aye, love. One month."

"Why space crabs?" Stackhouse asked. "Why not just say they can't get laid for like a week or something?"

"Baby," Markham said, the affectation dripping from his mouth like honey, "I can't promise that. I have needs."

"Well, then," Elizabeth said above the laughter. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss now and then do whatever you would like to each other later, in the privacy of your quarters."

The kiss lasted far, far too long. It was only broken up when the crowd stood and clapped for the newlyweds. Evan reluctantly let go of David's hand and then helped move chairs to the nearby tables. He continued to help as the music played and people began milling about, only stopping when David stepped in his path.

"May I?" David asked as he held out a hand.

Evan smiled as the dulcet tones of a slow song filled the room. "I believe they're playing our song."

And they swayed together as the rest of the room fell away.

From:

nagi_schwarz

I haven't read everything in this 'verse but I know that for this 'verse this was downright fluffy. Lovely fill. Thank you!

From:

squidgiepdx

While Markham and Stackhouse reserve all the crack for themselves, I can never resist a bit of fluff for Parrish and Lorne. :)

Thank you!

From:

brumeier

LOL! Of course their wedding wouldn't be a totally sedate affair! Although I wasn't anticipating the space crabs, I have to admit. ::grins:: Love how Markham and Stackhouse's outrageousness is juxtaposed with Evan and David being all sweet together. So good! Thank you so much!

From:

squidgiepdx

I do love me some Markham & Stackhouse outrageousness, but will always be so soft when it comes to Lorne and Parrish. :)

Thank you!!! And thank you again for the prompt!

From:

brumeier

Any, Any, The Good Doctor (Neil Simon)

From:

squidgiepdx

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Rent" (Larson)

From:

squidgiepdx

9-1-1, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Any, "F**king Men" (Dipietro)

From:

cozy_coffee

When Eddie tossed Buck onto the bed like he was a rag doll, all the air within his lungs left him in one big breath. Hands grab onto his hips and jerk him back, and he presses his face into the bed with his ass in the air, eager to get fucked.

“Good boy,” Eddie purrs from behind him, brushing a soft hand over his ass before his hand comes down in a sharp slap. Buck yelps, the skin of his ass already blossoming rosy and red from the single spanking. Eddie does it again and again, each slap becoming harder and more painful. The pale skin heats under the touch, blossoming from light white to bright red, and Buck has to grab his cock and squeeze tightly to stop it from coming.

“You want daddy to fuck you, baby?” Eddie purrs while softly caressing Buck's ass to sooth the sting away, and all Buck can manage as a reply is give a slutty moan.
“Answer me!” Eddie barked, then spanked Buck’s ass hard enough to leave a clear hand mark.
“Yes! Yes, fuck me, daddy!” Buck instantly arched his back and spread his legs open as far as he could; his cheeks part, his tight hole twitching, begging for a hard dicking. Eddie grabs Buck’s ass cheeks and spreads him apart, leaning in to spit into the tight hole, and it’s so filthy and dirty that Buck is not sure he is going to keep from coming before Eddie gets inside him. Somehow, he holds off coming.

Eddie is neither soft nor gentle like he normally is—he’s aggressive, his hips nearly violent as he pounds away, and his fingernails cut into Buck’s skin as Eddie holds him down. The pressures against Buck’s prostate were beyond intense, he was unable to speak and merely moaned and grunted and gasped as his body quivered with delightful pleasure.

(END)

From:

squidgiepdx

Oh damn... WOOF! :)

Thank you!

From:

squidgiepdx

The Losers, Jake Jensen/Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez, "Unfortunate" (Foxx)

From:

squidgiepdx

Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, "Best of Enemies" (Graham)

From:

nagi_schwarz

(Sort of a sequel to this)

“Look at our fathers.” Merlin was sprawled on Arthur’s massive bed, staring at the news story on his phone, of Uther Pendragon and Balinor Emrys shaking hands and exchanging mutual grimaces at each other.

“The very best of enemies,” Arthur said, peering over Merlin’s shoulder.

“My dad looks like he wants to spell your dad into oblivion,” Merlin said. “See the way his left hand is half-closed in a fist? That’s the precursor to casting a fireball.”

“A fireball?” Arthur echoed. “You’re having me on.”

“Need I remind you that we are called dragonlords?”

Arthur conceded the point with a nod. “But surely the Prime Minister would never do such a thing to the King of England.”

“As if your dad wouldn’t put a bullet in my dad’s foot if he could get away with it.” Merlin pointed to Uther’s left hand. “That right there. That’s the motion you make right as you’re about to draw a pistol. You learned marksmanship from him.”

Arthur winced. “You’re quite right.”

“I’m always right. I’m brilliant. I’m a doctor.”

Arthur smiled and leaned over and kissed him. “Indeed you are, Dr. Merlin Emrys.” He reached for Merlin’s tie, loosening it with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Now, I’d be interested in a bit of playing doctor —”

Merlin shoved him off the bed. “I cannot believe you said that!”

Arthur landed on the carpet, laughing. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” He climbed back up on the bed and curled himself around Merlin again.

Merlin smoothed a hand over him apologetically, checking for injuries.

“You know, if we weren’t dating, they’d probably be screaming at each other on the steps of Parliament ever other week,” Arthur said. “Us being together is the foundation of political unity in this country.”

“The fact that we’ve been together for four years now and the press still hasn’t got a clue is kind of a miracle.” Merlin went to shut off his phone and set it aside, and then he paused and frowned. “What’s this? The press think your secret boyfriend is Cha Eunwoo? That upstart Korean tart —”

Arthur plucked the phone out of Merlin’s hands and put it on the nightstand. “You know the press love to match me up with every handsome bachelor who comes within a stone’s throw of London.”

“Cha Eunwoo is in Milan. That’s not a stone’s throw.” Merlin scowled.

Arthur kissed Merlin on the mouth, softening his expression, and soon they were twined on the bed, kissing and forgetting all else in the world.

On the nightstand, the phone buzzed with incoming alerts.

Breaking news: Crown Prince Arthur’s secret squeeze is son of Prime Minister Balinor Emrys? Exclusive photos.

Prime Minister Balinor accidentally sets antique velvet draperies on fire with magic when asked about possible future royal wedding

King Uther has no comment about possible identities of Prince Arthur’s beau

Lady Morgana impressed at half-brother’s taste in men: “I always thought it was RPattz. A doctor in the family will be lovely”

From:

brumeier

LOL! This is awesome! I love it! Love how you pulled Eunwoo in, too. ::grins::

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you! I had fun with this.

Eunwoo was in Milan recently, so I couldn't resist, especially the way his more intense fans smell a dating scandal if he even looks at someone for more than second.

From:

squidgiepdx

OMG ::snerk:: Now that Uther and Balinor knows, there will be hell to pay! But oh, the boys can stay hidden away a little bit longer. :)

Thank you!!!

From:

nagi_schwarz

You're so welcome! Balinor and Uther are going to have to play nice as in-laws, and it might just kill them...if they don't kill each other first.

From:

squidgiepdx

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, "Mean Girls" (Fey/Richmond/Benjamin)

From:

cornerofmadness

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, Death and the Maiden (Ariel Dorfman)

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cornerofmadness

Any, any, Ride the Cyclone (Jacob Richmond and Brooke Maxwell)

From:

nagi_schwarz

Dongmin, Sanha, and Minhyuk stood several meters away from the entrance to the cave, considering their options.

“As long as we’re out in under fifteen minutes, we pass,” Sanha said. “Right?”

He glanced over at Minhyuk, who was limbering up, stretching and shaking himself out.

“We won’t need the full fifteen minutes,” Minhyuk said, perfectly confident.

Too confident.

Sanha considered. “How long, then?”

“Ten minutes,” Minhyuk said, and Sanha nodded.

Dongmin cleared his throat. “If you want good marks for the mission, you can’t get knocked out.” He had several vials of Phoenix Down in his pockets, but the thought of trying to revive both of them while also fending off those little fireball bombs, hideous three-winged buels, and the annoying little red bats.

Not to mention the fact that there was a full-blown Guardian Force in the deepest depths of the Fire Cavern. If they subdued Ifrit, they could junction him and access his power in battle. But they’d have to fight him first — after fighting their way through the cave.

Instructor Kang hadn’t been available that day, leaving Dongmin to supervise Minhyuk and Sanha’s mission even though he was only a couple of grades above them.

“We won’t get knocked out,” Minhyuk assured Dongmin, gaze solemn.

And then Sanha said, “Hey, I have both Shiva and Quezacotl. It’d be better if you junctioned one of them so we can use both in battle.”

Dongmin cleared his throat again. “Shiva has ice magic, and this is the Fire Cave, so Shiva is more useful.”

“In that case, I’ll take Quezacotl, so you can have Shiva to protect you,” Minhyuk said.

Sanha grinned. “You just want to ride the cyclone, don’t you?”

Dongmin resisted the urge to point out that just because Quezcotl had lightning and thunder and storm magic didn’t mean that being junctioned to him would feel like — like riding the cyclone or whatever else the younger students liked to gossip about when it came to Guardian Forces. Even though summoning a Guardian Force looked the same no matter who was junctioned to a given Guardian, the actual experience differed from person to person, given that the Guardian attached itself to a person’s consciousness, melding with their memory and personality.

“It might not feel like a cycle to me,” Minhyuk pointed out.

He’d studied the literature on Guardian Forces carefully, then. Dongmin made a mental note to tell Instructor Kang.

“I’ll keep Shiva, then,” Sanha said. “Ready?”

Minhyuk nodded. Sanha leaned in, lips parted — and Minhyuk leaned in to meet him.

Dongmin started. He reached out and caught Minhyuk’s shoulder, jerking him back from Sanha. Yes, mingling breath was the fastest and most efficient way to transfer a Guardian, but —

“Here, I have Siren,” Dongmin said quickly. “She doesn’t have a lot of offensive magic, but she has useful defensive and countermeasure magic.”

Minhyuk blinked. “Sunbae?”

“Take her.” Dongmin leaned in and pressed his mouth to Minhyuk’s.

For a moment, Minhyuk didn’t respond, but then he parted his lips and — oh.

Dongmin shivered all the way down to his toes when Minhyuk’s tongue curled against his — and then Dongmin remembered what he was actually supposed to be doing, and he let Siren disengage from his consciousness, let Minhyuk draw her in.

When Dongmin and Minhyuk finally parted, they were both breathing hard. Dongmin’s heart was racing, and not just from letting his consciousness mingle closely with a fallen god’s.

Minhyuk’s eyes were bright, and he grinned. “Awesome! We’re ready for battle.”

“Yeah.” Dongmin’s voice came out hoarse. “Ready for battle.”

Sanha put a hand on Dongmin’s arm. “Sunbae, do you want a Guardian Force? Just in case. Since I have two and now you have none.”

Dongmin blinked at Sanha. “Oh. Right. That’s a good idea. The most efficient distribution of resources is if each of us has one Guardian, so all can be deployed in battle as needed.”

He was aware that he sounded like he was reciting from a textbook.

He probably was reciting from a textbook. He’d read all of them so many times —

Sanha stepped close, and Dongmin instinctively pressed his lips into a thin line. He saw amusement spark in Sanha’s eyes, but then Sanha just pressed his forehead to Dongmin’s, the way instructors usually did with students who were acquiring a Guardian Force for the first time.

Dongmin saw the flash of lightning and felt the roll of thunder in his bones as he drew Quezacotle out of Sanha — and then he was riding the cyclone, tumbling through the air and flying on the wind and dancing on the clouds —

“ — Sunbae? Dongmin-sunbae? Are you all right?”

Dongmin blinked and shook himself out.

It was Minhyuk who was standing right in front of him, peering at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Dongmin said. “Just — it’s been a while since I’ve had Quez. Ready to go?”

Minhyuk and Sanha both nodded. They approached the entrance to the cave, and they agreed that they only needed ten minutes.

Dongmin readied his whip while Sanha drew his gunblade and gave it a few practice swings. Minhyuk had already tugged on his leather gloves, and he flexed his hands. How Minhyuk could go into battle essentially unarmed was a mystery to Dongmin even if all cadets at the Garden mastered basic martial arts.

Minhyuk and Sanha did rock paper scissors to decide who would lead the way, since Dongmin, as their chaperone, was under instructions not to take point. Sanha won, so he stepped into the Fire Cave first, triggering the countdown. The mission was officially on.

Even if Dongmin had trained in basic hand-to-hand, he’d never have imagined just…punching a red bat in the face and ending it in a single blow. Yet Minhyuk dispatched a red bat with a single spinning jumping roundhouse, and the first battle was done.

“I’m gonna get the next one,” Sanha insisted.

Dongmin was probably the fastest out of all of them, but Minhyuk was plenty fast himself, and when an enemy sprang up in front of them, his reaction time was excellent. Wasting a surprise attack on some kind of game or competition was foolish in battle.

But Dongmin remembered being a younger, more inexperienced cadet, desperate to prove himself — and to have fun.

So when Minhyuk ceded the first attack of the next battle to Sanha despite getting a drop on the spinning buel, Dongmin didn’t correct either of them, simply pitched in when it was his turn to strike. Soon they fell into a working rhythm, striking and casting and healing as needed. As all three of them had Guardian Forces junctioned, the final battle — against yet another Guardian Force — went by fast, and when they emerged from the Fire Cave with two minutes to spare, it was with the force of fire magic at their disposal.
Dongmin and Sanha had both agreed that Minhyuk should junction Ifrit first, as he hadn’t had a Guardian Force to himself at the outset of the mission.

Outside the cave, they healed up with potions, downed some drinks and snacks, and caught their breath.

“I don’t know that I want to keep fire magic, though,” Minhyuk said. “Fire isn’t really my vibe. It’s more yours, sunbae. Since you’re hot-tempered.”

“Me?” Dongmin demanded, indignant, and immediately realized he’d just proved Minhyuk’s point.

The corner of Minhyuk’s mouth curved up in a wicked smirk.

“How about you take Ifrit, and I’ll take Quez?” he said.

Dongmin nodded. “All right.” He cleared his throat, then stepped closer to Minhyuk.

Minhyuk kissed him.

The kiss was slow and deep and thorough, and warm tingles spread through Dongmin’s entire body.

When they parted, Dongmin was dazed and breathless. Minhyuk was breathing hard and grinning.

“You like that?” he asked, with unfair boldness, because Dongmin was the sunbae here, the responsible one, the —

“Don’t forget to actual transfer the Guardians.” Sanha sounded terribly amused.

Dongmin’s face heated. “Right. Um —”

“Don’t get distracted by me, sunbae,” Minhyuk breathed.

To Dongmin’s vast disappointment, Minhyuk pressed their foreheads together — but he was gazing into Dongmin’s eyes the whole time, and the intensity of it made heat prickle under Dongmin’s skin, and his face was so hot he was afraid he was going to combust, or maybe that was the fire god in his mind talking, or —

“Let’s get back to Garden,” Sanha said.

“We should get back.” Dongmin nodded his agreement and smoothed down his uniform with nervous hands. He spun on his heel and headed back in the direction of Balamb Garden.

Sanha trotted to catch up to him, his longer legs carrying him fast.

Minhyuk fell into step beside Dongmin — and caught his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“This all right?” he asked softly.

Dongmin swallowed hard. “More than all right.”

“And that’s my cue to go on head. Later, slowpokes!” Sanha broke into a jog, and they watched him go.

“Subtle,” Minhyuk said, amused.

“But now we’re alone.”

Minhyuk slowed to a halt. “Indeed we are. What should we do with ourselves now?”

Dongmin caught the lapel of Minhyuk’s jacket and hauled him in closer. “I know you drew some fire spells from draw points in the cave, but you don’t have any ice or thunder spells yet, do you? I can give you some.”

“I’d love some,” Minhyuk breathed, and after that, there was no more words.

Spells flew between them, and their breath mingled, and together they were fire and lightning — till the rain started to fall, and they were forced to gather up their jackets and shirts and make a run back to the Garden, laughing all the while.

From:

cornerofmadness

Oh this is fun and sweet at the same time with a nice little spice level too. Thank you so very much. I enjoyed this

From:

nagi_schwarz

You're so welcome!

From:

cornerofmadness

any police/detective fandom, any, Murder in the Cathedral (T.S. Eliot)

From:

smallhobbit

“Well, Mr Holmes, what do you make of that?” Inspector Lestrade asked. He seemed on edge, and well he might do, since we were looking at the body of the dean, sprawled before the altar, the blood-stained clothing showing all too clearly what had happened to him.

Holmes peered closely at the body and then said, “Was the dean in the habit of prostrating himself? I can see no signs of him being forced down and the angle of the wound would indicate a downward thrust.”

“He was,” Lestrade said. “It was a well-known fact.”

“Did he have many enemies? He was an ambitious man, so it seems likely.”

“From what I can gather, talking to the cathedral servants, his main enemy was the bishop. But surely you can’t think…”

“You know my methods, it would seem impossible for anyone to approach the dean without being noticed, and therefore, we have to accept the improbable, that the bishop was able to pass by the dean, for no-one would have looked too closely, and stabbed him.”

“But,” Lestrade protested, “someone would have noticed the bishop bending down to stab the dean.”

“I suggest we take a look at the bishop’s crook.”

Without another word, Holmes took off across the cathedral and Lestrade and I hurried after him. He burst into the bishop’s office, ignored the prelate’s objections, and took up his crozier. After running his hand around the upper part of the crook, he gave an exclamation and we saw a sharp stiletto shoot out of the end of the crook.

“And that is how it was done,” Holmes said triumphantly.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you for the fill! This was a fun and quick little mystery. And I learned something new! (In middle school Crozier was just the name of one of the houses).

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you very much - everything is bound to have a posh name!

From:

cornerofmadness

OOoo thank you so much. Love Sherlock (and OMG your Jeremy Brett icon, still my favorite Sherlock) I love the murder weapon in this.

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you very much - I'm delighted you enjoyed it :)

From:

cornerofmadness

I very much did

From:

cornerofmadness

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and/or Angel the series), any, A Woman of No Importance (Oscar Wilde)

From:

cornerofmadness

Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust + any, Fires in the Mirror,(Anna Deavere Smith)

From:

fleethare

_{(I'm not even familiar with the source work the prompt is derived from, but the title as a prompt truly inspired something in me. Sorry to make you see me edit this comment three times.
Warnings: everything canon typical about Angel's breakdowns and abuse, plus desire to self harm.)}

1.

There’s footsteps beyond a closed door. Low voices, laughter. Pleased with themselves, pleased with what they got from him. Not pleased with him.

His hand on the reflective glass, mismatched eyes that stare back at him like a wild thing caught on a leash and shoved into a cage. He feels like it, all fangs and claws desperate to rip every one of the smug bastards to shreds and leave the remains bloody on the floor.

( continued on my journal for the viewing safety of casual browsers )

Edited Date: 2024-06-23 11:23 am (UTC)

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cornerofmadness

Thanks so much. I love it. No worries on the comment editing and truth be told I don't know the source material title either. Found it Googling something that sounded good to me