Somavar: Cavern
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with_rainfall, bringing an appropriately gloomy topic to start or end your Monday. Caverns are often “places deep, where dark things sleep”, metaphors for primal fears and hidden dangers. But they can also be spaces of great natural and man-made beauty, or provide comfort and shelter.
Which of these ideas will your characters explore?
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No more than three prompts in one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt
Examples:
Any, any, fire and shelter in a cave
Supernatural, Sam + Dean, cavern of the fear (Emily Rodda)
Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Gimli, making Moria whole again
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with_rainfall, bringing an appropriately gloomy topic to start or end your Monday. Caverns are often “places deep, where dark things sleep”, metaphors for primal fears and hidden dangers. But they can also be spaces of great natural and man-made beauty, or provide comfort and shelter.Which of these ideas will your characters explore?
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Remember the rules!
No more than three prompts in one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt
Examples:
Any, any, fire and shelter in a cave
Supernatural, Sam + Dean, cavern of the fear (Emily Rodda)
Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Gimli, making Moria whole again
If you don’t like what you see, delve into the lonely prompts!
tag=cavern
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Date: 2012-08-06 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-08-06 12:26 pm (UTC)Fill: White Collar, Peter/Neal, implied past non-con
Date: 2012-08-06 06:19 pm (UTC)Neal's so guarded, so quick to hide any flash of real emotion behind a long-since perfected stunning smile and a false innocence that suggests Peter's just seeing things. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's ever wrong in Neal Caffrey's world, not even when he's on the run, or facing down the barrel of a gun...
... or in prison.
Those days are the ones Peter most wonders about, though he's afraid to ask, afraid he'll see the mask slide effortlessly into place - and give him the answer he most fears to his silent questions.
How did you survive there?
Why don't you ever mention it?
... What did they do to you?
But there are walls, so thin they're nearly transparent, and yet too powerful for Peter to break through - and Peter's not really sure he wants to.
Because behind those glass walls, behind the brittle, beautiful smile and shining blue eyes, lie dark, deep caverns where deadly dragons sleep. And Peter's afraid that if he pushes, if he keeps prodding and pressing at the wall until he awakens them...
... those dragons might just devour them both.
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Date: 2012-08-06 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-07 04:26 am (UTC)“Phil?”
“Right here Clint, I need you to talk to me, ok?”
“You are not,” deep breath, the ceiling is not falling, deep breath, “allowed to debrief me while,” breath, “I'm fucking trapped in. Where am I?”
“The basement it looks like. The floor fell from beneath you. We're getting you out Clint,” Phil's voice remains steady and he latches onto that. Focuses on the steady rise and fall in pitch. The constant that is Phil.
“Promise?” He grimaces at how pathetic he sounds. He's a trained agent.
“Promise, Clint. Tell me about you. Are you alright?”
Clint ignores the panic twisting in his gut to assess the rest of him. Phil's asking, not ordering. Phil only asks in private. Clint has to answer. “It's dark.” It's not answer but it's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “I can't see Phil. I can't...it's too dark. I can't-”
“Clint! Focus!” Phil's voice cuts through the rising panic quickly. “Are. You. Hurt. In and out, Clint. Breath and help me out here. I need to know.” His voice drops and it's the first sign of his own fear. Clint thought that would make his worse but it makes it easier to collect himself. In and out just as Phil says. He has to get out for Phil.
“My leg is pinned.”
“Is it broken?”
“I don't...I don't think so. Get me out Phil.”
He can hear Phil's sigh of relief and he thinks he can hear people moving through the rubble overhead. “You're going to be ok, Clint. We have plans for dinner remember?”
“I don't think using up the spaghetti you got a month ago counts as plans.”
“Are you telling me finishing that's not event worthy?
“You're lucky I love you.” Phil laughs, it's shaky but that little bit makes Clint smile even in the dark. “I can hear them Phil.”
“Good, good, you're going to be out in a few minutes.” He keeps on talking, sometimes interrupting a flow to remind Clint to breath, to get a response. When they're about to break through to him, Phil tells him to close his eyes, the sun is pretty bright. Clint lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the light but there's no way he's closing them. Not when he can finally see things again. Even the unfamiliar SHIELD agents are a happy sight.
Nothing beats when they finally lift him out of the oppressive hole he ended up in and Phil's waiting at the top and he's more then just a voice in his ear.
“No kissing me, we're on duty,” he murmurs when Clint leans against him, letting Phil direct him to the waiting medics.
“I don't know why you think that's going to stop me.” He grins up at him, taking a seat in the backseat of a car, not even his injured leg can ruin his mood. He tugs on Phil's tie and he knows Phil was as scared as he was when he leans down without any fight.
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:11 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-08-06 05:09 pm (UTC)"Not every time?" Steve protested.
"Almost every time." Danny was willing to concede that at least once they had gone hiking and nothing happened to them even though the time Steve had fallen and broke his arms was fresh in his memory.
"There was that hike around Ka'ena Point."
"In 95 degrees."
"It's Hawaii, it's warm here."
"You're warm," Danny mutters as he leans back in Steve's arms and watches as the rain continues to pelt down outside their little haven.
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:19 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse(/Norse mythology), Odin vs Loki, to the pain
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Date: 2012-08-06 04:43 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill...
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:20 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology, Loki + Jörmungandr, there are things that sleep in deep water
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:23 pm (UTC)Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko, there are legends of sleeping dragons--in the deepest canyon of the ocean, in an empty patch of a desert, in a forgotten cave in far-away mountains, in the heart of a volcano--and they will return, the Great Four, when a true Heir of Agni sits on the Fire Throne
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:26 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology, Clint + Loki, there is a forgotten cave somewhere on Midgard holding a great wolf and Clint's programming triggers when Loki escapes: find the cave and set Fenrir free
FILL: As the fire inside is ignited by bloodshed
Date: 2015-07-13 12:10 pm (UTC)His destination.. His destiny, maybe even... he could still hear the Asgardians silky voice whisper tales of greatness in his ear. He had heard him perfectly, even though his hearing aids had fried minutes before.
The entrance to the cave was hard to reach. Only an able-bodied, fearless man could make it there, sliding down the jagged wall of ice with no margin for error when it came to landing on a tiny precipice above the churning salt water of the bay.
He walked down the icy tunnel by what he assumed was the River Ván until he finally reached the cave where the beast lay. The wolf was gigantic. He had not decayed at all and had it not been for the mighty sword rammed through his jaws and head, Clint would have thought the beast was only sleeping.
He petted the wolf's head, before taking hold of the sword and pulling it from the animal's head in one smooth move.
Loki had been precise in his instructions, so Clint put the sword in the sheath he had retrieved from a locker in Grand Central Station and opened the bag that had come with it.
He mixed a few drops of his blood with an amber liquid from a small bottle and poured it down the wolf's throat, reciting the incantation the God of Mischief had taught him. Three times, Loki had said and so Clint repeated the process accordingly.
He didn't have to wait long to see if he had been successful. Almost instantaneously, one bloodshot eye opened, looking at Clint maliciously.
"Wakey-wakey, my furry friend," he whispered with a nasty smile, " it is time to feast!"
Fic title from Sabaton, Swedish Pagans (immediately sarted playing in my mind as I read the prompt, I'm weird like that)
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:28 pm (UTC)Inception/The Dark Knight Rises/Mysterious Skin, Neil!Arthur/Bane!Eames, in a cave in Arthur's mind he hides his secret; in his own mind, Eames does the same
Fill - Minotaur
Date: 2012-08-08 05:14 am (UTC)Eames' Minotaur.
He sees glimpses, here and there, things the others don't see because the others don't know. They don't know what it's like to have that deep dark corner (hedonism-hate-destruction-desire-danger-sex-need-hunger) locked away. They don't know how vigilant one has to be to keep the Minotaur at bay, how important it is to make sure the walls of the labyrinth are kept pristine and strong and unbreakable. Arthur does. And everything he strives for, everything he tries to accomplish (neat-exact-refined-asceticism,proper-acceptable-intelligent-perfectly clean) is to combat the lure of his Minotaur, to push away the darkness with light.
Eames is the same, and yet different. Eames with his quicksilver smile and teasing warmth, Eames who is always there with his hand out in friendship. Loyal to a fault, in his own way, the quintessential thief-with-a-heart-of-gold. Arthur knows him well, and as such knows his monster; the darkness inside Eames is strong, colossal and unyielding, selfish and black and completely, unsalvageably evil.
He has to be very, very careful around Eames. Because like calls to like, and even the hint of the darkness that lies at Eames' core makes Arthur's Minotaur writhe and surge and undulate with desire, knowing that the darkness in Eames could give him everything he hungers for and more. And Arthur knows that if he ever let himself truly contemplate it, even for but a fraction of a second, that the Minotaur inside him would break free, and that every human part of Arthur would be lost forever.
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Date: 2012-08-06 11:06 pm (UTC)Then the man in white robes came and Goku glimpsed the gold and something from the back of his head stirred and thought Sun. As he travels now, there are flashes sometimes – Wasn’t it the other one who smoked? – but if he tries to think too hard, the circle tightens and his head hurts too hard. He gives up and waits, filling the emptiness in his stomach instead.
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Date: 2012-08-06 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-06 02:42 pm (UTC)heroes; harry potter, harry(/ginny); r
Date: 2012-08-07 12:05 am (UTC)Somewhere, he registers things; Ginny's hand on his arm, squeezing, too-gentle; her soft voice in his ear; her hair, touching his shoulder.
He's still there, though, with Dumbledore, watching his hero (back in the days he had heroes) die, and -
"All my fault," he whispers, mouth cotton-dry, "it's all my fault."
Ginny pulls him in tight, and he rests his head against her chest, sucking in great gasps of air (he can breathe he can breathe). "You're okay, love," she whispers.
It takes a while, but eventually he feels his heart rate slow, his breathing calm completely.
"Tea?" Ginny asks him, when that happens, and he nods, pressing his fingers into his temples.
Ginny stands up, kisses him on the top of the head, and goes to make them tea.