TUESDAY: DARK

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

Hi everyone, it's cala_jane again with a fresh theme for your inspiration.

Today we go with dark - dark colors, dark feelings, night, shadows and anything you can think of.

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
BtVS, Spike/Angel, tall, dark and brooding
RPS, Chris/Steve, "Black Black Heart" (it's a song, google it XD)

And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Spike/Angel, tall, dark and brooding

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, "Black Black Heart" (it's a song, google it XD)

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Anyone, Why Eliot doesn't like guns

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Anyone, Nate's in that dark place again

Leverage, Nate/Anyone ?, Nate's in that dark place again

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

When he moved out he took no pictures, no videos, nothing to remind him of his son or his wife--only the images that were forever burned in his brain.

For two years Nathan Ford lived in that dark place in his mind where there was nothing but the words ‘Claim denied!’, the sounds of screaming alarms that said Sam’s heart no longer beat and his own desperate screams of denial.

The scotch seduced him into thinking it was the only thing that could drown out the sounds of the screams, the only thing that turned the nightmares of those last days into dreams of happier times.

After they scattered, Nathan Ford lived in a dark place in his mind where a new betrayal took the new family he’d made.

The scotch seduced him into thinking it was the only thing that could drown out the sounds of fists on flesh, explosions, and bodies crumbled on the pavement.

After orchestrating Blackpoole’s corporate ‘death’, and the crew left Los Angeles, he had pictures and videos of his son and ex-wife so as to not forget the bright days of that part of his life.

Now the dark places where Nathan Ford lived held warm callused hands, full soft lips, coarse whiskers, moans of want, long dark silky hair, hard planes, soft dips, scars old and new, sighs of completion and contentment, and the whispers of demon scotch held little sway.

[atomic89.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, in the black

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Castle, Rick/Anyone, What he discovered about Kate's mother's case wiped the smirk right off his face

[atomic89.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, stay up all night

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Evita, Evita, kept in the dark

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & Sam, never-ending night in a post-apocolyptic setting

[vanseedee.livejournal.com]

It's dark here, in the never-ending night at the end of the world. Dean forgot if 'the end' refers to time or place or maybe both, and when he tries to remember why that should matter, he can't. He forgot that as well.

Dean has given up squinting or narrowing his eyes, trying to focus, trying to make out shapes and outlines. The dark taught him that he sees more when he doesn't look directly at his surroundings. He's given up trying to make a fire as well. Fire was His tool as He raided the world in one endless day and reduced it to ashes. And with Him, the fire went out. They are left in the cold, in the dark, and the night is endless as well.

"Sammy?" he asks, although he knows that 'Sammy' is nothing more than a memory - just like beer and gasoline and fucking after a succulent dinner. Even Sam is dark now, and Dean always hesitates to touch him, as he fears that he'll be cold as well.

Sam moves, and Dean knows what he feels after four hours lying on the ground in the dark. Sam clears his throat, but his voice sounds still scratchy as he speaks. "Time to move," he says.

Dean makes a face that Sam can't see and he snorts. "Where to." It's not a questions, it's something that's as dark as the night and as hopeless as the blackened sun and the burnt soil.

"To find." Sam gets up; Dean hears it. He's shouldering the bag with the gun and the rest of their food, a bottle of water. Maybe they'll find another mall today. One that's not completely burned down.

"Find what?" Dean asks. He knows the answer, though. It's always the same.

"Does it matter?"

Dean shrugs. He doesn't think so, shoulders his bag and starts to walk. Next to Sam. Maybe they'll find something today. Anything.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Jekyll, Hyde & Dr. Tom Jackman, his darker self

[seularen.livejournal.com]

-- and it's come to this, the constant whispers even when he thinks he's most alone, (yes, daddy, yes, oh yes just like that daddy), until he can't even touch himself without knowing he's being watched. it's enough to drive any man mad.

...he longs to carve out the infection inside him...

... the monster. the doppelganger. Him. (him, you, me-- it's all the same, daddy, no matter how you slice it.) worrying over silly little pronouns when there are so many more bigger things. yet Tom still thinks of this as him-but-not-him.

he can't touch himself any more; when he starts, those first tentative fingers, He immediately wakes clamoring for more. and he can't sleep because then he's trapped in his own head, forced to listen as He sings a living lullaby of pain and lust and lions. wherever he wakes up, be it the car or a public park or his flat, Tom is always throbbingly hard and he floats through thoughts of claireloverdarlingclaire until right before he's about to break down and reach out and then:

(does it hurt to know you've caused it all? does it burn, tom, when you count and know I've been out having all your fun? I am You and You are Me and I will end You, just You wait and see)

...and instead of a knife he grabs a bottle and soon slips into darkness...

(where He takes over and oh daddy if only you'd let yourself enjoy life this much, you'd be so much more fun!, you'd finally be able to fuck Claire like she's always wanted--)

when he wakes, this is his only comfort: He is not a part of Tom. at least, that's what Tom keeps telling himself. Tom can't believe for a minute He has anything to do with Tom's real self. because when he hears that voice (oh please daddy, just one little touch), the horrors it brings, Tom wishes he could shudder out of his own skin.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, In the dark they can hide

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Abandon hope

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

The Tribe Ram/anyone black Techno gloves.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

Lost, Locke/Ben Black rain cloud

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

are you caught up with the finale and everything? I would hate to spoil anything for you.

[itsjustc.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Luke missunderstandings

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Sierra, dark thoughts

draw blood; PG; light victor/sierra

[danniisupernova.livejournal.com]

Sierra had only been in the dark once that she could remember.

It was crushing and harsh, there had been no relief at all. She did not think too much about it though.

*

Once, Sierra had pretended she and Victor were married. It was warm and kind.

Now she sees him and there is only the brief flicker of what used to be there. She doesn't remember him anymore.

*

She looks at her feet. She wiggles her toes. They are there. They help her to stand and walk and swim.

She remembers the edges of things; pain deep in her belly, softness on her lips, someone smiling at her, a man who wants her to suffer. Nothing is any particular thing.

*

Sierra isn't sure what is real and what isn't. The edges slip away from here and every day becomes a swirl of color, a million tiny things that eventually mean nothing at all, until she sits in the chair.

just a question

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I write an evil!AU for this? Like, both Merlin and Arthur dark and ruling Albion together, or do you not read evil!AUs?

(I can always write something else, if you'd like!)

♥

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Dark desires"

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Dark desires"

[jaxon-knight.livejournal.com]

The Arrangement

It wasn't about love; it wasn’t even gentle.

And it damn well wasn't smart, because it wasn't allowed.

"I'm tired of being used, Jack," Daniel ground out through clenched teeth. "I don't wanna play this game anymore."

"Tough. And... stop talking."

"Why? Does that mess with the fantasy you've got running in your head? Huh? Just who is it you're pretending I am?"

"Will you just-- Crap! Just shut the hell up and get on with it!"

"I don't see how you're going to make me," Daniel snorted meanly as he pulled out and stepped back from the padded sawhorse Jack was currently bent over. "I mean, seriously, Jack. Look at you. If you were tied to that thing any tighter, you'd lose the circulation in your hands and feet."

"Okay, y'know what? Just skip it." Jack rattled the padlocks that secured the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles to the specially-made wooden frame. "Unlock these," he demanded.


Entire story here (http://jaxon-knight.livejournal.com/6039.html)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Dark!Peter/Sylar, Sylar actually wants to be redeemed but Peter gets in the way

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Ellen, making it through the night

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Terminator TSCC, author's choice, right before the eyes go dark

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Smallville, Clark/Davis, AU where Clark is the one who "calms" the monster instead of Chloe

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Author's choice (but no wincest, please), I Love the Night - Blue Oyster Cult

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, dom!nate/Eliot, getting carried away and going too far

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nemesis!Eliot/Hecate!Parker/Hardison, we have a long memory - what happened to your mother has not been forgotten

Leverage, Nemesis!Eliot/Hecate!Parker/Hardison, we have a long memory

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

((Continues the Nemesis!Eliot))

Parker has Alec well in hand, so while Eliot fetches a glass of water from the kitchen, he can take a moment to muse on the fact that for a god he'd never figured out that Alec is afraid of the goddamn dark. In retrospect, it adds up though, because with all the TVs and computers and gizmos he not sure if he's ever actually seen Alec in the dark. When Eliot calls up an image of his face, it's always lit by the soft glow of electronics. Eliot's always assumed if Alec had any leftovers from his early childhood, it would be claustrophobia. He mentally berates himself a moment more before walking back out into the bedroom.

Alec is curled up on the bed, still tensed, but seems to have relaxed slightly. Parker is doting on him, touching him and whispering in reassurances at him. Eliot's not sure he should encourage Parker's attachment to Alec, or vice versa, but he doesn't have the heart to tell her to back off now, when Alec so badly needs the comfort.

He sits on the bed next to Alec, placing a hand on his shoulder. Alec flinches for a moment, then relaxes further into the touch.

"When it's dark, I forget. A little bit more each time. Her face that night. Was the first thing to go. If I spend to long." Alec shakes his head, wiping at the tears with the back of his. In that moment he looks exactly like the kid Eliot remembers.

"If I forget entirely, I'll have nothing left of her. I was so far away, I can't afford to forget. I don't want to. "

Parker croons at him softly, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

Eliot takes a moment to compose himself. Alec might not realize the implications of what he's saying right now, but Eliot does, and he's not convinced Alec really wants to go down a road he's been avoiding all his life. Eliot's not willing to deal with it right now, when Alec is so obviously upset, but he can offer some reassurance.

"Hey. Our kind, we have long memories. We won't ever forget, and when you're ready, when it's time, we'll still be here. We'll know."

It seems to do the trick, Alec going limp against Parker, finally relaxing completely. Eliot keeps watch as Alec drifts off in Parker's arms.