Monday - Fear
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clwilson2006 and I'm guest hosting this week. Todays theme is FEAR. Fears, phobias, little things that scare us - we all have them. Lets see them applied to our favourite characters.
The Rules, as usual.
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
examples
SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Afraid of the dark
Sanctuary, Tesla/Helen, he's only afraid of losing her.
Eureka, Fargo, coulrophobia
oh look - here is a big list of phobia's for you
Not feeling todays prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive
Annnnnnnnnd GO!
tag=fear
clwilson2006 and I'm guest hosting this week. Todays theme is FEAR. Fears, phobias, little things that scare us - we all have them. Lets see them applied to our favourite characters.The Rules, as usual.
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
examples
SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Afraid of the dark
Sanctuary, Tesla/Helen, he's only afraid of losing her.
Eureka, Fargo, coulrophobia
oh look - here is a big list of phobia's for you
Not feeling todays prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive
Annnnnnnnnd GO!
tag=fear
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Date: 2012-11-05 11:05 am (UTC)Filled: Night Wanderings - Lorne/Parrish - PG - 1/2
Date: 2012-11-14 12:53 am (UTC)-----
The moonless nights on Atlantis are always the worst for David when waking up from a sound sleep. It's not so much that he's still afraid of the dark; it's that even after a couple of years, he isn't used to his new surroundings - and the darkness is just one more factor in his discomfort.
It's a sound that wakes David up first. It'd started with what sounded like the door being closed, a shuffling noise bringing David to full alertness. As he lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, he asks, "Is anyone there?", while silently cursing the maintenance crew for not getting to his malfunctioning doorlock. Sure they were safe on Atlantis. But he still liked having that extra level of security.
It's silent for a beat, then David's blood runs cold when he hears the sound of bare feet shuffling along the tiled floor. He almost thinks the lights on, but belays the thought, knowing that both he and whomever is currently in his quarters would both be temporarily blinded.
Another shuffle confirms the presence of someone nearby, so David reaches back and grabs the first thing that his hand grasps - a cactus. "Who's there?" he calls yet again, yielding the cactus like a weapon.
The profile of one of the soldiers comes into focus as David blinks, the man's unseeing eyes glazed over. "Uhh... Major Lorne?" David asks.
Lorne ignores David's questions, walking up to the bed and leaning down on it, grabbing the covers as he climbs into it. "Evan?" David asks, finally calling him by his first name - something David tries not to do, as he doesn't want to give away the feelings he's harbored for the man the last two years. He's never seen the Major like this before. Sure, he'd heard about Evan's sleepwalking incident when the man had been in contact with the crystalline entity Sheppard had accidentally brought back from M3X-387, but in that incident, Evan was awake and semi-coherant.
This Evan Lorne was...snuggly.
"Major?" David quietly asks as Evan pushes him down to the mattress, resting his cheek on David's bare chest, then snuffles quietly.
Physically, and emotionally, pinned, David abandons the cactus and lets Lorne snuggle closer to him, finally draping an arm over Lorne's shoulder, the soldier sighing contentedly in his sleep at David's touch. He lays there for what feels like forever, before succumbing back to sleep.
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Filled: Night Wanderings - Lorne/Parrish - PG - 2/2
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Date: 2012-11-05 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 11:06 am (UTC)I have to stop using this fandom, but...
Date: 2012-11-05 11:14 am (UTC)(Huge amount of bonus points if there is a bogart-style "face your greatest fear" situation)
...or maybe "I need to stop using this character" would be more accurate...
Date: 2012-11-05 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-11-05 11:24 am (UTC)Keeping Him Safe
Date: 2012-11-05 06:45 pm (UTC)"Hey."
When Jim blinked and looked down at him he smiled. Jim was back.
"Thanks Chief."
"No problem Big Guy," he said as he followed Jim from the crime scene. The fear that Jim would zone out and he wouldn't be able to bring him back was very real which is why he always stuck as close as possible in situations like this because losing Jim to a zone out was not an option.
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Date: 2012-11-05 11:30 am (UTC)Not a fill but...
Date: 2012-11-05 11:19 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill but...
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Date: 2012-11-05 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
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From:Fill: Catastrophe In Cardiff
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Date: 2012-11-05 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 12:40 pm (UTC)Not a fill but...
Date: 2012-11-05 11:25 pm (UTC)I actually knew someone--an adult at that--with this phobia. She would faint dead away if a lover stripped or tried to get her to.
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Date: 2012-11-05 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-11-05 12:43 pm (UTC)Not a fill but...
Date: 2012-11-05 11:27 pm (UTC)Sorry for all the random comments. But maybe if I keep mulling over these prompts, something will spark!
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Date: 2012-11-05 12:52 pm (UTC)Know Thyself
Date: 2012-11-06 12:49 pm (UTC)He smiles at her - that charming, wonderful smile. She trusted that smile, once upon a time. This perfectly handsome boy was very precious to her, once upon a time.
"Tom?" she whispers; both her voice and her legs are unsteady. She thinks that she might be falling, except that she isn't... except that she is, and the hands that catch her are all too real. She feels them on her, completely solid, supporting her as though they belong to a gentleman. In that moment, she cannot but think of him as real.
"You're... dead, you're gone," she chokes out past her seizing throat. She thinks that she should be moving, fleeing disgusted from those graceful hands of his, but she cannot move.
"Dear little Ginny, are you sure?" he whispers, and his breath is caressing her ear. She shudders, although she is not quite sure what she feels. More than everything else, this frightens her.
"I'm sure," she snaps, drawing on a confidence she does not feel. He laughs, and she knows that he does not believe her. As well he might, because it is a lie.
She never saw what happened to Tom. All she has is Harry's word, and she wants to trust Harry, but no one can know all of Tom's tricks. It is possible that Harry cannot trust Harry, just as, for a very long time, Ginny could not trust Ginny.
"What do you want?" She hates the sound of her voice, with all her feelings so damnably obvious within it.
"Don't you know?" he says. "I came for you, Ginny. I'll always come for you."
"No," she gasps, and finally, blessedly, she is able to move. She flings herself away from Tom, and she runs, and she does not stop running until she's all they way at the other side of the castle.
She cannot stop thinking about him. He's invading her dreams again, and she thinks that others are starting to notice the signs - her distraction in class, the dark circles under her eyes. Sometime soon someone will probably confront her about it, and there is no way that she can explain this.
So she goes to the only one she believes will understand. She goes back to the boggart Tom Riddle.
After all, it (he) reads her mind, pulls all of her secret fears and nightmares right out of her head before she even realises she has them. What is that, if not understanding?
Mostly, she wants to understand it herself. So she walks right up to her greatest fear and stares right into his eyes. What are you, really? she silently asks, and refuses to be cowed.
His expression as he gazes back is amused and approving - and that cannot say anything good about her, coming from him. Still, she needs to understand.
"There are things I've been meaning to ask you, Mr. Riddle," she says.
"But of course." He sounds completely unsurprised (of course he's not surprised).
It will not be the last time she visits this boggart that takes the form of Tom Riddle.
Re: Know Thyself
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Date: 2012-11-05 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 12:54 pm (UTC)Fill: Blindness (Warnings: blindfold, kidnapping, psychological torture)
Date: 2012-11-06 05:50 am (UTC)“Ah, you’re awake.”
The voice is distant, robotic, coming from a machine. Reid twists, trying to find the source of the voice, but there must be multiple speakers because the voice seems to be surrounding him, echoing. Reid can’t even tell what kind of room he’s being kept in, a basement, an attic, a bedroom with big bay windows, a shack in the woods … it could be anything and he doesn’t know.
Reid always knows. Reid can always find some clue, some hint, something that the others missed, or hadn’t gotten to yet. Reid can profile and analyze and work things out. Reid is always able to see what most people can’t.
And now Reid is blind.
“I wouldn’t struggle so much if I were you. What if I’ve placed you inside a delicate trap? One wrong move, say, tipping the chair over, and you could fall into razor wire. Or a thirty-foot drop down an elevator shaft. Or set off a trip wire that would set the room ablaze.”
Reid freezes, even stops breathing for a moment.
The robotic voice laughs. Reid can’t even tell if it’s male or female. “Or you could be in a perfectly safe room. Tell me, Doctor Reid, am I the kind of sadist who likes to cause physical pain, or psychological pain? And are you willing to bet your life on your deductions?”
Reid says nothing. His mouth is dry and his eyes are starting to water from behind the thick cloth taped around his eyelids. He knows it’s tape now, at least, he can feel the prickle of the sticky material clinging to his forehead and pulling on his hair. Duct-tape? At least it’s not stretched over his eyelids, that could have been nasty coming off …
“There’s a button five feet to your left, Dr. Reid. In about sixty seconds, it’s going to start beeping. Now, you can either attempt to push that button, potentially triggering a trap, or you can sit there and wait. Maybe it’s a bomb. Maybe you’ll wait and it’ll explode and the last thing you’ll hear is my laughter. Or maybe it’s just a cheap toy I bought to make you squirm. The clock starts … now.”
Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep.
Reid is paralyzed. He doesn’t have enough information, he can’t see anything of the room, he can’t glean anything from the voice, not even the equipment because he can’t see …
Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep.
Should he move? Struggle and survive? Or is that what the unsub wants, to watch him struggle pointlessly and ultimately fail, or end up falling down an elevator shaft or trigger a trip-wire? Or is this a test, should Reid put his life in the unsub’s hands and surrender, wait it out, let the unsub do what they want with him?
Fill: Blindness Part 2, (Warnings: blindfold, kidnapping, psychological torture)
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