Friday: Fear
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is fear. Prompts can be greast fear, what they don't fear, twist it however you want.
The rules still haven't changed:
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
-> Avengers: Bruce Banner: Fear and Anger had become his friends
-> Castle: Castle: His greatest fear
-> Highlander: Methos: he has no fear, or does he?
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is fear. Prompts can be greast fear, what they don't fear, twist it however you want.The rules still haven't changed:
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
-> Avengers: Bruce Banner: Fear and Anger had become his friends
-> Castle: Castle: His greatest fear
-> Highlander: Methos: he has no fear, or does he?
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
tag=fear
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Date: 2013-03-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Fill: BtVS, Willow/Tara
Date: 2013-03-02 06:58 am (UTC)Tara sits cross-legged beside her, book open across her lap and skirt tight at her knees. “What are you afraid of, then?” she asks. She tucks a fallen bit of hair behind her ear and tilts her head to the side to study her girlfriend with a look of patience and quiet curiosity.
Miss Kitty’s eyes are big with questions. Willow stares at the cat as the cat stares back. She releases her lower lip from her teeth after a long moment. “Reincarnation,” she says eventually.
“Why?”
Willow rolls onto her side to look Tara in the eye. Stares into the blue and gives in. She opens her mouth and gives up the words that burrow down inside, unspoken to avoid jinx, unthought to avoid panic.
“Because what if you don’t know me?”
Tara’s fingers find hers and grip, gentle and tight all at once in an action that brings Willow comfort beyond expressing.
“I’ll always know you.”
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:00 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2013-03-03 06:30 pm (UTC)Abby looks sideways at him. "Why are you telling me all this?"
He shrugs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Because I trust you." Because I love you.
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-01 08:19 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV)/Addams Family, Stiles/Derek or gen, Stiles is a Frump on his mother’s side. Chris Argent just about shit himself in fear when he found out.
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)7th Heaven, author’s choice, they really need to learn to lock the doors
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Derek, he's been terrified every day since the fire
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:25 pm (UTC)Heroes, author's choice, the only one who was never afraid of Sylar
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:26 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Harry + Voldemort, (dark AU?) the only one he ever feared
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Date: 2014-06-09 09:28 am (UTC)Vague impressions only, after that. A wet washcloth, cold, wiping down his forehead. Talk of a hospital, but then Bryce had managed to mumble, “No doctors.” Someone pressing a glass of water to his lips, pulling him up, insisting that he try to take a sip.
More pain. Restless sleep. Sharp dreams, stained with blood.
When Bryce wakes up, his mouth tastes like ash and the remnants of sweat cling, cool, to his body.
Chuck is sitting next to the bed.
“You never write, you never call,” Chuck says with a wan smile.
Bryce looks up at the ceiling. “I thought I was dying.”
“That’s why you came?” Chuck says, voice tense. He didn’t seem to be happy it took impending death to bring him here.
Bryce sighs. “There are some things I need to tell you.”
“As usual,” Chuck says softly.
Bryce tells him everything.
The program, the attempt to kill off the Outcome agents. The benefits to his physical and mental prowess, viralling off.
“You almost died so you could stay a spy,” Chuck says. Bryce notes that he tries to keep judgment out of his voice.
“I wanted to see you one more time,” Bryce says. He thinks it must be the lingering fever that makes him say this, so unmasked.
“You need to stop coming back into my life right before you die.”
“Sorry.”
“I mean, next time, just come to hang out or something. We can grab coffee. See a movie.”
Bryce smiles. “I guess I owe you that.”
“Damn right,” Chuck says with a grin, but Bryce can see he’s not entirely kidding about what Bryce owes him.
“So… before the program. I wasn’t the Bryce you know. I probably wouldn’t have had the intellectual ability to learn Klingon. Or any other language. Or get into any college. Or win at laser tag.”
“Okay.”
“What I mean is… the things we bonded over. None of those things are really me.”
“You were pretending to be interested in those things?”
“No. I… you’re naturally smart, Chuck. And a good spy. Without the treatments, I would be in the lower echelons of pretty much everything. We got together by bonding over science fiction and studying for econ exams and strategizing prank wars. But I was only able to do those things because of the treatments, Chuck.”
“You’re talking to the guy who got his job by having a computer downloaded into his brain.”
“That’s not the same Chuck. Your natural abilities allowed you to do that. Don’t tell me you see me the same way.”
Chuck leans back in his chair. “Of course I do. No matter what, you’re still that college boyfriend who turned out to be a total dick.”
Bryce laughs, then winces from the pain of shaking.
Chuck leans forward to grab his hand. “Look, buddy. I know that you’re worried about the people after you. I know you’ll want to run. But I was thinking, with me and Casey and Sarah to protect you, you’re safest here.”
“I don’t think--”
“You do owe me. You broke my heart three times. Once in college, then dying twice. Jerk.”
“Okay. I am sorry about that. All of it.”
“I know. But you need to stick around this time so you can make it up to me.”
“I don’t know, Chuck.”
“We’ll talk about it when you feel better,” Chuck says. “But no sneaking off before then, okay?”
Chuck moves over him then, kisses him gently on the lips.
“Wow, let me get you a toothbrush, buddy,” Chuck says with a smirk, trying not to make a face at the taste.
“Okay,” Bryce says, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Chuck says, pressing on the last words a little.
“Okay. I’ll be here.”
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:34 pm (UTC)Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, ....And Counting
Date: 2013-03-01 11:41 pm (UTC)Ianto watches as another hour ticks by on his stopwatch.
Six hours and counting.
There is no sign that he is making any progress on healing. The gaping hole left in Jack's stomach is as wide as it was when the missile nearly tore him in two. The only difference now is the blood has long dried up and Ianto refused to clean the blood from his hands or clothes. There is not an inch of the Welshman's hands that is not caked in blood.
Bloody John Hart and his vendetta of jealousy.
The missile was meant for Ianto, but Jack pushed Ianto away at the last minute. He should be dead, but now Ianto waits for his lover to revive. It has not taken this lag for Jack to recover since the run in with Abaddon. Ianto does not think he could wait that long and at least this time he is the one sitting vigil.
John's body was now in the vaults with a broken neck courtesy of Ianto's bare hands.
Seven hours and counting.
Owen tries to get Ianto to eat something, but the doctor ends up with the food in his face.
Eight hours and counting.
"This isn't funny anymore, Jack. I know you are made at me but this is just to cruel of a joke to play. Do I have to dress up in that maid costume to get you to react? What will it take for you to come back? Do I have to kiss Owen? If that's what it takes, I'll do it. What about a strip tease? Just come back to me okay. I'll even be your sex slave for a month. " Ianto bit his lip until it bled and tears flowed. "Really, I'm just terrified that this time it will stick and you won't come back."
Nine hours and counting.
Ten hours and counting.
A guttural scream wakes Ianto from his light slumber, the pain of regrowing most internal organs makes Jack plead for death several times over. No amount of drugs can take the edge off the pain but Ianto holds Jack close and tight, promising that he will never leave.
Once the pain ebbs to a manageable level, Jack takes Ianto's hand and holds it tight. "Sex slave for a month, you say?"
Ianto cannot help but to roll his eyes, but he will give in because Jack came back to him when the others started to lose hope.
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