Monday's Child is Fair of Face
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evil_little_dog here, and I'll be your host this week.
Today's theme is one of my favorites, Hurt/Comfort. You can also shortcut that and go with just the 'hurt' or the 'comfort' part of the prompt.
The rules remain the same:
evil_little_dog here, and I'll be your host this week.Today's theme is one of my favorites, Hurt/Comfort. You can also shortcut that and go with just the 'hurt' or the 'comfort' part of the prompt.
The rules remain the same:
- 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, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please format your prompts in the following manner:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling:
Burn Notice, Michael+/Fiona(+Charlie), They didn't get to attend Maddy's funeral.
Any, Any, "A cup of tea cures everything." "Everything?"
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry(+Alphonse), Taking care of Winry for a change.
Not feeling any of today's prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone's day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ's advanced search option to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag = Hurt/Comfort
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Date: 2014-08-25 10:49 am (UTC)Filled: Tea and Mummies
Date: 2014-08-25 05:43 pm (UTC)"A cup of tea cures everything," he said as he filled it.
Evelyn leaned against a kitchen table and frowned. "Everything?"
"Well, almost everything," her brother amended, waving a hand airily as he set the kettle to boil over a freshly lit flame.
"Almost?" She was still frowning.
"In the nearest sense, it can help make someone feel warm inside when things seem out of sorts."
"Out of sorts. Is that what you call the mess you've made?"
"I hardly feel my mess can compare with the mess you caused two years ago with that mummy!" he exclaimed. "Now, do you want some bloody tea or not?" he turned back to the kettle and began busying himself with a tray.
Rick entered the kitchen. "You're making tea at this hour?"
"Yes! Yes, I am," said Jonathan. "A cup of tea cures everything."
Rick's eyebrows quirked suspiciously as he moved to stand beside his wife. "Everything?"
"Oh God! Trust an American to take all the joy out of quoting a comforting maxim." Jonathan turned round and noticed the aggresive set to his brother-in-law's wide and muscular shoulders. "No offense," he said in a far nicer tone.
Rick smiled dangerously. "None taken. So, why do you need the comfort of tea?"
"He's made a mess of things," said Evelyn primly. "We have some cleaning up to do."
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Date: 2014-08-25 11:14 am (UTC)Fill: "Night Radio," Teen Wolf, Liam/Scott, PG, 1/1
Date: 2014-08-29 11:20 pm (UTC)“Three packs have gone down between Southwest Minnesota and Colorado…hunters moving quickly…packs gaining ground on the east coast, we’ll try to learn more soon…” The report was chopped apart by bursts of static and unintelligible voices.
Scott cupped Liam’s hands in his, pulling him tighter against his chest. The cot was two small for one person let alone two teenage werewolves, but Liam hated sleeping alone, and Scott hated being away from Liam. “Do what?”
Liam nodded towards the radio before leaning back onto Scott’s sternum. “Fight like this. Start trouble.” He toyed with Scott’s fingers, a childlike motion he never seemed to abandon, like he was still learning every inch of his alpha. “We never wanted to be bad.” He said we, but Scott knew he meant you. Scott was the one who taught him how to be the good monster.
“We’re not bad,” Scott said firmly, and wondered when he got so authoritative. “We’re not going out and slaughtering hunters.”
“No,” Liam said, rolling over so he could rest his chin on Scott’s chest, safe in the cradle of his legs. “But Derek is.”
Scott inhaled sharply at the sound of Derek’s name, like he was revisiting the memory of a long-lost brother, a falling comrade. And in a way he was—Derek wasn’t like them anymore; neither was Malia. Stiles stuck by them with Kira and Lydia, but Derek was gone, gone fighting a war with claws and teeth, gone too far to come back to peace. “Derek’s had a hard life. None of us can really understand that.”
“Now we can,” Stiles’ said from across the room where he woke from his own cot, voice smoky with irritation and exhaustion. “We’ve all lost people due to this war. Don’t martyr him for fanning the flames.”
“Packs joining up in Mexico and moving North to provide rations…attention, werewolves stay away from San Francisco…overcome by hunters…”
Liam pressed his face into Scott’s chest, showing his loyalty to his alpha. After the violence broke out six months before, Liam never once faltered as Scott’s beta. His loyalty was never tested; there was nothing to test. He was Scott’s to the end.
“I’m not martyring him, Stiles,” Scott said gently, cupping the back of Liam’s head and stroking his neck. “But I’m not going to pretend I understand him.”
Stiles exhaled, rubbing a hand over his eyes before rolling over on his cot. “Yeah. Yeah, I know man. I just…” he trailed off, and Scott knew he was thinking about Malia.
“Get some sleep, buddy,” Scott said, pulling Liam in tighter. “You too. We need to take inventory tomorrow and meet up with the others. We might want to get moving again.”
Liam nodded. “Scott?”
Scott closed his eyes. “Yeah?”
Liam leaned up and pressed a shy kiss to Scott’s lips, a kiss that meant nothing but love and affection, a small kiss that said everything Liam was too afraid to say. “I’m glad you’re my alpha.”
Scott held him close, afraid to let go.
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Date: 2014-08-25 12:28 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2014-12-10 05:49 am (UTC)(This is a sort-of fill...I had the prompt tucked away and wrote a fic before I revisited this page, and I realized the theme was hurt-comfort, which this definitely isn't. Hope you enjoy anyways!)
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Date: 2014-08-25 12:57 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky + Steve,
And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way
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Date: 2014-08-25 12:58 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, fever
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Date: 2014-08-25 12:59 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve + Bucky, have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry
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Date: 2014-08-25 01:00 pm (UTC)Guardians of the Galaxy, Drax/Quill, Quill was dosed with a truth serum
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Date: 2014-08-25 01:00 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, Reese was dosed with a truth serum
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Date: 2014-08-25 01:01 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Avengers + Bucky Barnes, (post-Cap2) he’s basically a child who spent the past 70 years being abused
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Date: 2014-08-25 01:02 pm (UTC)Legends, Martin Odum/+ any, septic knife wound