Friday: Ships of Shame
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comment_ficSo for my last day of guest hosting, I thought we'd explore Ships of Shame*. Prompts should be about ships you have that you're a little embarrassed about (or very very embarrassed of) and maybe hate yourself a bit for having lol. They can be shameful because they are unpopular ships, have an epic squick factor, or they go against the main OTP for a fandom, they're total crack, or whatever reason you might have. Doesn't matter if they're canon or not, lets have fun with them today!
All ships are welcome and you don't have to give your reasons for them. And lets play nice, lets let everyone air their shameful ship laundry in peace :P.
*and this is meant to be fun and totally ridiculous
And the rules (in case you forgot):
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some prompts to get things going
All ships are welcome and you don't have to give your reasons for them. And lets play nice, lets let everyone air their shameful ship laundry in peace :P.
*and this is meant to be fun and totally ridiculous
And the rules (in case you forgot):
- 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.
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some prompts to get things going
- Star Trek DS9, Kira/Dukat, she finally had reason to arrest him
- Teen Wolf, Lydia Martin/Chris Argent, on Allison's wedding day
- Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Leoban, going the wrong way
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Giles, getting caught reading up on Spike in his books
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:05 pm (UTC)Fill: You Handsome Devil
Date: 2013-09-28 09:22 pm (UTC)That is, until Giles stumbles across some passages in a volume from the decline of the Victorian Age. Detailing the shocking exploits of William the Bloody, aka Spike, terrorizing the local high society.
Apparently his victims were not only drained of blood, but showed signs of “sexual congress” with a demonic paramour.
In following records, it seems that some of these victims survived their attacks. Many, in private interviews with Watchers, confessed to having enjoyed the experience, once the terror wore away.
“He bore down upon me in the guise of a tempting devil. I could not resist his onslaught, nor did I particularly care to. He brought me to intense pleasures, again and again, mocking me for my weakness, even as he brought me to the cusp for a sixth time. I did not notice the marks upon my neck, my wrists, my thighs, until the next morning, when he was gone.”
The man seems quite distressed to relay these events to me. Vampires are vile creatures, not only monstrous in their appetites but in their manner of obtaining sustenance, corrupting good Christians with their licentious –
“Watcha readin’ there, Rupert?”
Giles starts, the book slipping from his fingers. Spike is in the room now, and quite close. Giles never heard him appear.
“Ah, research. Of course. And what dry subject are you so engrossed in this time?” Spike leafs through the pages, coming to where Giles left a bookmark.
Giles feels his face flush.
“… bloody hell.” Spike whistles. “Right, I remember this. Figured out it was more fun to do it that way, for a time. Some of the poor bastards even invited me back for seconds!” he shakes his head, laughing slightly. “Hundred years, people don’t change.”
Giles opens his mouth to protest, and then suddenly Spike is on him, straddling, him, pushing him down onto the couch.
“Havin’ a bit of fun, are we?” Spike asks, shifting his hips. “Readin’ nasty, dirty stories about the big bad vampire? You used to play with the dark magics, didn’t ya? Read all those grimories with one hand down your leather pants?”
Giles shakes his head but it’s a lie, and a transparent one at that. They were young and foolish and magic was so intoxicating, especially when mixed with drugs and sex and the most shocking records they could get their hands on.
“Fancy a taste?” Spike leans down and Giles forgets about the chip, all he can feel is terror. There’s a vampire pinning him down, moving towards his neck, oh god he’s going to die and Buffy’s going to find him and …
Spike only grazes his neck, reaches down, jerks Giles off fast and effortlessly, keeping their eyes locked the whole time. Giles comes with a groan and Spike catches his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He tastes like old cigarettes.
Spike gets up and leaves without a word. They don’t talk about it, ever. Giles puts the book away and doesn’t touch it again.
Re: Fill: You Handsome Devil
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-27 01:36 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-09-28 05:25 pm (UTC)A mistake.
A terrible, terrible mistake.
Sighing as quietly as possible, Artie sat down next to the bed, a cup of tea in his hand. Claudia hadn't stirred when he got out of bed. She didn't stir as he sat down. She was dead asleep -- the deep, dreamless sleep of the young. Artie tried to remember the last time he had slept that peacefully.
He was fairly sure President at the time had been Reagan.
This changed everything, of course. He couldn't be a father-figure to her any longer. All of his attempts to steer her away from her more self-destructive habits would have to take a different tack.
It was a mistake. And he had no idea how it had happened. Had he initiated it? Had she? Why hadn't he resisted?
What would the others say? Pete would see it instantly. Myka would be slower -- her tendency to analyze intellectually rather than emotionally would slow her down.
Artie sipped his tea and contemplated Claudia's face. She was beautiful when she slept -- a strange amalgam of younger and more mature. You could see her as the child she had been and the woman she would become.
Leaning forward, Artie ran a finger across Claudia's cheek.
"Devil child..." he whispered.
Still asleep, Claudia smiled.
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:45 pm (UTC)Not a fill but...
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:27 pm (UTC)Yes, I ship a priest and the demon who raped him, sue me!no subject
Date: 2013-09-27 03:55 pm (UTC)the shame-yest of all the shameships!
*applause*
no judgement here. the shameyer the better.
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:36 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Peter/Stiles, I'm ashamed that I don't have a heart you can break
Fill: I wanted to make a serial killer AU but no:(
Date: 2017-04-15 11:28 pm (UTC)Stiles smiles up at him, face nearly completely shadowed in the dark room, all white teeth: shining and sharp and more dangerous than he could ever possibly know, and Peter takes in a silent breath.
Stiles purrs into his chest and after a moment Peter allows himself a small sigh, running a hand gently over the tattered material covering Stiles arms.
Dangerous and beautiful, he thinks, feeling Stiles breathe into his chest, what a potentially heartbreaking combination.
He thinks of blue eyes and bloody fur and the scent of burnt flesh that never really leaves his nose, and has to restrain himself from pulling the boy closer.
He runs a hand through his hair instead.
I'm ashamed, he thinks, the back of his throat dry, that I don't have a heart for you to break. He runs a finger gently across Stiles' cheekbone, listens to the boy's steady breaths, because oh my, you would make it into an art, wouldn't you?
Re: Fill: I wanted to make a serial killer AU but no:(
From:Re: Fill: I wanted to make a serial killer AU but no:(
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:37 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), (Kate/)Derek, you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:38 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2023-08-14 04:02 pm (UTC)Husband, mine king—lord of the land, of the house,
of my body and the children I have birthed for
you—Husband. Love is but a trick of the gods,
a trap and a prison. From an egg laid by
a queen and sired by the greatest I hatched, a
sister and two brothers with me; as the eldest daughter
of two kings and a queen, I knew always what
my duty would be. Husband, have I not been a
good wife? Three children I have carried and borne for
you, healthy and strong and good, obedient, intelligent, and fair
of face and form. Love, I learned as a child,
is naught but a game played by gods. In your
bed, I learned no different. But when the midwife placed
my shrieking daughter in my arms before giving her to
the nursemaid, I felt—I learned, watching our first child
grow, that never before had I truly understood love as
the poets tell of it. You, mine king, lord of
all my world, I thought I might love you, for
you did give me mine children: Iphigenia, the first child
of my heart and my body, and then in turn
Orestes and Electra. I thought all was well, Husband, until
you told me what my sister had done, what you
and your brother had planned. A war for a woman
who chose her own path? Aye, I raged that she
was mad, a traitor, a temptress who deserved naught but
pain. Mine own sister, with whom I played as a
child. The one thing Helen did with which I did
not agree, Husband, was leaving behind her only child. I
have dreamt of running from all the trappings of queenship
but I would never abandon my daughters or son. You
will wage a war to salve your wounded pride, will
raze a kingdom to punish one foolish prince and the
daughter of a god, sister to your own loyal and
obedient wife. Husband, with you against my own family I
would have stood. The family of my girlhood, my parents
and sister and brothers. Against the world, with you I
would have stood. Loyalty and love do not go hand
in hand. Obedience and love do not go hand in
hand. Indifference and obedience and loyalty—aye, together they might
stand. I obeyed you, in your bed and on your
throne, at your feet and by your side. Loyalty of
a god’s daughter, that is no small thing. I am
not blessed as Helen is, neither as beautiful nor brilliant.
But I am loyal. Loyalty, mine husband, is no small
thing. Love, as the poets tell, can shake mountains. Love
and loyalty—you told me our firstborn would marry Achilles,
would bring blessings to our house and name. You told
me my dearest Iphigenia would become a queen, a celebration
to begin a war, and that all must be hurried
before the winds would turn. And so I brought our
children to where you gathered the might of Greece, dowry
following, and Iphigenia dressed in all the finery due a
king’s daughter and future king’s wife. Husband. Against the world
and the gods, I would have stood with you. The
duty of a wife, the burden I accepted. You put
a knife to my child’s throat and spilt her blood
to assuage your pride and offer apologies to the goddess
you alone offended. You bled my daughter dry. Your soldiers
held me in place to watch the sacrifice of the
child I carried and bore, the child who was the
first person for whom I ever loved. The winds turned
and away you sailed, my surviving children too young yet
to understand. I could blame Helen, or the goddess you
so offended. I could blame the priests or your brother
or all the kings hungry for more land and slaves
and riches. I could blame anyone in the world to
save our marriage and myself, the sanctity of our union
and our son and daughter’s birthright. I could blame the
fates. We are but playthings to the mightiest, are we
not? But I know to whom the blame is due.
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:39 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Gerard/Stiles, he did more than beat the shit out of Stiles in his basement
(Yes, it's an idea I've had for months and have done nothing with. *hands*)
Fill:implies non-con, never seen the show.
Date: 2017-04-15 11:43 pm (UTC)You're an odd one, aren't ya?
Punch. Punch. Spit. Punch. The stench of sweat filling his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth.
A real shame, breath on the back of his ear, mind too busy trying to remember how to breathe to think, you're awfully pretty for a boy.
Lungs gasping, ribs feeling like their caving in. Fingers brushing his back and nononono
(Punch. Punch. Strangled scream. Punch.)
A real waste, barley a whisper and a smirk he can feel curving against his ear.
Cold sweat and spotted vision and nononono--
Arms that hurt too much to move and legs frozen in place.
(Fingertips trailing across his neck and his collar and chest and lower and lower and --)
He wakes with a gasp. Shaking, with a dead man's voice in his ear and memories of faded imprints, fingers across his throat and shoulders and --.
A real waste.
He slaps a hand over his mouth, and barley makes it to the trash beside to his bed.
Re: Fill:implies non-con, never seen the show.
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:42 pm (UTC)Snow White (fairytale), evil queen/Snow White, keeping your enemies closer
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:43 pm (UTC)The Little Mermaid (Disney), Ursula/Trident, a lover's quarrel gone entirely too far
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