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Hello! My name is Drayce and this is my week to cause havoc... erm, post the prompts. Yeah, that.
In fan fiction, we get a lot of stories about the Happy Ever After biteven if they had to crawl over broken glass to get there. But what about when the course of true love ends up in a four car pile-up on the M4?
If you want a more positive bent you could always prompt for the "becomes" part -- how did the recovery happen? Was it a case of once bitten, twice shy?
Of course broken hearts don't have to be the result of love gone wrong. They can also be the result of loyalty betrayed... or even of someone's favourite TV show getting cancelled.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and leave plenty of space.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection (see further notes on this new option here)
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character(+/Character), Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock, Sherlock/John, I went to your wedding
Forever, Henry Morgan, after Abigail left
Sleepy Hollow, any, trust issues
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts and brighten someone's day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ's advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Hello! My name is Drayce and this is my week to cause havoc... erm, post the prompts. Yeah, that.
In fan fiction, we get a lot of stories about the Happy Ever After bit
If you want a more positive bent you could always prompt for the "becomes" part -- how did the recovery happen? Was it a case of once bitten, twice shy?
Of course broken hearts don't have to be the result of love gone wrong. They can also be the result of loyalty betrayed... or even of someone's favourite TV show getting cancelled.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and leave plenty of space.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection (see further notes on this new option here)
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character(+/Character), Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock, Sherlock/John, I went to your wedding
Forever, Henry Morgan, after Abigail left
Sleepy Hollow, any, trust issues
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts and brighten someone's day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ's advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:24 pm (UTC)Sherlock, Sherlock/John, I went to your wedding
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Date: 2015-01-13 10:11 pm (UTC)“I went to your wedding.”
“I went to your funeral.”
“I thought you would have waited for me.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“You could have grieved a bit longer.”
“You could have told me you were alive.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve moved on.”
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:24 pm (UTC)Forever, Henry Morgan, after Abigail left
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:24 pm (UTC)Sleepy Hollow, any, trust issues
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Date: 2015-01-12 08:55 pm (UTC)*
It was something that the doctors had often written on her reports at Tarrytown Psych: "Patient demonstrates extreme trust issues."
Every time she'd seen that, heard it, Jenny had wanted to snort, because seriously? She knew that for damn sure and she didnt have some fancy degree from some big university to tell her.
What other way could she be?
She grew up with a dad who was a drunk, who literally walked out on them one day and never came back.
Mama was crazy, all wild eyes and hair and a family motto that she used to make them chant: "Eyes open, head up, trust no one."
As a child, the only person she trusted was Abbie. Right up until they saw those demons in the woods. That was when she told the truth and Abbie didn't and it was over a decade before they began the long process of finding their way back to one another again.
As an adult, her longest relationship has been with Hawley, and even then, that wasn't a relationship per se. That was sex, with a side of artifact hunting, a smidge of oneupmanship and a smattering of half truths. Trust hadn't exactly come into it.
As an adult, she's only trusted two men and both of them she lost to a Horseman. Corbin, of course, hadn't really been hers to lose, but he'd been there for her, showed her how to hunt for artifacts, rescued her from Ancitif.
Frank, though? That one had hurt. Because she'd only just got him back after his stint in jail, in Tarrytown, and she'd trusted him to meet her on that bridge.
That voice message had stung, until she'd realised that he'd left them a clue of where to find him.
Then she'd trusted him with the sword, with the mission, trusted that he'd come back to her alive.
Seeing him bleeding on that field had been one of the worst moments of her life and she couldn't even grieve for him properly because no-one had known about them, her trust issues telling her that no-one would think they would work together, no-one would think she was good enough for such a fine police captain.
So when she hears the impossible news, that Frank is back, seemingly alive, she doesn't know what to do at first. There are so many things that could have caused this, and very few of them good.
Then she sees him and he takes her in his arms and just this once, she closes her eyes and trusts that everything will work out fine.
She figures the universe owes her this one and she's got no problem collecting.
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 12:48 pm (UTC)Fill (1/2)
Date: 2016-03-19 07:41 pm (UTC)It’s a hot summer’s night, and they’re well on their way to being drunk by the time the sun sinks over the horizon. Barbara watches the skyscrapers reaching up to the sky outside the open window of Renee’s apartment, endlessly tall buildings silhouetted by the glow, the city smog turning the prettiest shades of orange and pink.
She’s got Renee’s face between her legs, the back of her head pushing against the wall and Renee’s hands dragging her bare ass across the counter. Barbara’s gasping, twisting her fingers in Renee’s hair, but she can’t take her eyes off the sky, can’t take her eyes off the city: for that one moment, Gotham looks as peaceful as she’s ever seen it.
There are dirty dishes beside her, cracked tiles on the ceiling. The kitchen smells like cigarettes and home-cooked food, and Barbara moans as she comes, the last flash of sunlight seared across the back of her eyelids.
They crawl out on to the fire escape after, passing a joint back and forth. The air’s still humid and smoking just makes the heat worse, but that doesn’t stop them. Barbara’s wearing one of Renee’s old t-shirts; too big on her, the hemline coming down to her thighs, nothing underneath.
“Anyone looks up at you,” Renee tells her, tapping her heel against the open grating they’re sitting on, “they’re gonna get a hell of a view.”
Barbara laughs, pulls her hair back where it’s sticking to her neck. “Oh yeah?” she grins, pushing up on to her knees. She spreads her legs slow, holding Renee’s gaze the entire time, the bottom of the t-shirt rucking up a little. Fucking inviting people to look up, to see her exposed; maybe they’ll even be able to see from the alley below how damn wet Renee makes her.
“Barbara,” Renee growls, and Barbara leans forward, pulls the stretched-out neckline of the t-shirt down, baring her breasts.
Renee’s hand grabs her upper arm in a grip hard enough to bruise, and she hauls Barbara back in through the open window. Throws her facedown against the mattress and fucks her with four fingers while Barbara pulls at the sheets, rocking back against her and shouting Renee’s name over and over.
Barbara spreads across the bed when they’re done, t-shirt pushed up around her neck, legs sprawled out, sweat on her skin. It’s as dark as it’s gonna get outside, because on summer nights like these Gotham’s sky never gets all the way to black. “Fuck me all night,” she begs hoarsely.
Renee sighs, and her kiss tastes like sex. “I can’t,” she murmurs. “I’ve got work in the morning.”
She lets Barbara pull her down, licking salt from her neck. “I’m more important than work,” Barbara tells her, and there’s that frown she hates, creasing up Renee’s face as she pulls away.
“I can’t do this again,” Renee mutters. “I can’t have this same argument, over and over.”
Barbara tugs at the ends of Renee’s hair, leans up to brush her nose against Renee’s cheek. “I know,” she promises. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Renee turns away from Barbara’s kiss, pulls back, and Barbara drags herself up, gets to her feet and wraps her arms around Renee from behind. “Just let me touch you, I want to touch you.” She burrows her face against the curve of Renee’s shoulder. “Please. Then we’ll sleep, I’ll let you sleep.”
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Date: 2015-01-12 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 01:37 pm (UTC)Divergent Fill: Clawing Out of the Hole
Date: 2015-01-12 04:46 pm (UTC)It wasn't really that far from staying up late in his apartment on trumped up excuses of needing help with this or that for their jobs to train new adults in their mixed faction/factionless society to admitting she was watchdogging his access to memory serums and worse to admitting he didn't really want to drown forever in what might have beens to...
Whatever this was.
"Call it comfort."
Four sighed and rolled over in the bed. "I'd rather call it nothing."
She was still too candid and he was still too curt. Somehow they made it work.
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Date: 2015-01-12 01:40 pm (UTC)Not a fill yet
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:18 pm (UTC)Sleeping Beauty (Disney), Phillip + Aurora, their happily ever after isn’t anything like they dreamed – it’s not like they actually knew each other
Sleeping Beauty Fill: Intervention
Date: 2015-01-12 06:28 pm (UTC)"Fauna?"
There is that familiar foot pattering on the front step. Briar Ro—no, Aurora steps inside and hangs her shawl over the hook near the door.
It's not just Fauna who appears, but Merriwether pretends to be focused on dusting as she slides her wand back onto the bookshelf and grumbling keeps to her feet instead of the air, and Flora retreats to the kitchen after a soft greeting for their little girl, now woman.
"Yes, dear." Fauna wraps the unhappy, quiet girl in a warm hug and draws her to the couch.
"I don't know how to be married!"
None of them thought of this, suspected it, even considered it. Royal marriages were arranged all the time. But Ro—, Aurora didn't grow up royal. She didn't plan her whole life on marrying Prince Philip and she'd come dancing in after meeting him with the expectation of a long courtship.
But Fauna didn't exactly know how to be married either. "There, there, dear. We'll figure it out."
Flora gently plied their princess with baked goods until they had heard at least the majority of a long litany of complaints. He left her lonely. He thought governmental decisions should be left to men. He collapsed in bed and turned out the lights when she was still reading or working or at least awake. He didn't really listen to her. He brushed off problems and pretended they'd resolved themselves when she tried to bring them up. And so it went.
Merriwether went to the castle on pretense of stepping out for some berries, procured an audience with Philip, ordered him to sit, and interrogated him much less gently.
At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted but when the humans went home to their royal bedchamber and to bed, the fairies settled down and compared notes.
"Neither of the poor children know how to be married!" Flora concluded aloud.
"Harumph. Philip's father would be no help at all. Nor his mother," Merriwether added.
Fauna agreed with a nod. "We need Rose's mother to intervene."
Her companions looked at her sharply.
Flora gently reminded, "Aurora's mother."
They sighed. Such was the way of life.
The three watched anxiously for any signs their intervention had helped and were pleased when a year later, the kingdom celebrated a rosy-faced happy new mother and a pleased proud father with an arm around his wife's waist.
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:19 pm (UTC)Elementary, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes, The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:22 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes, “I used to pray for you to come back,” Steve confesses. “I begged God – I promised anything, if only you’d come back.” He laughs sadly. “And now you’re back, and I almost – I almost think it’d have been kinder if you’d just died like I thought you had. And I hate myself for that almost as much as I hate myself for letting you fall.”
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:23 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-12 02:30 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers,
I'll always be yours,
But the past is a room with no doors.
There's no second chance, no, there's only regrets
And the ghost of a heart that's not quite broken yet.
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Date: 2015-01-12 02:32 pm (UTC)Once More
Date: 2015-01-12 05:44 pm (UTC)--
“Are you sure?” Kennex’s voice broke slightly on the last word, the only sign of weakness he’d allow himself to show.
Rudy nodded. “Yes, I’m positive. I’ve done everything I can think of, but his neural system is fried, John. Ten thousand volts of electricity would do that to any synthetic, no matter how strong or well-made.”
“You can’t fix him,” he asked, nearly begging. “Maybe not enough to work as my partner, but maybe just enough that he could still be my… friend?”
This time, Rudy shook his head. “I’m afraid not, Detective. I could repair him but he’d never quite be Dorian ever again.”
That wasn’t acceptable. Kennex looked away from Rudy’s devastated face, the loss of Dorian hitting him as much as it was himself. “Then do it,” he said, unable to use the actual word.
Deactivate.
Not Dorian, no that word shouldn’t have ever needed to be used in his presence ever again, but here they were, staring down at his inactive form. John touched his fingers to the DRN’s cheek, caressing the soft skin, wishing he could see that brilliant smile one last time.
Once more, John, he’d asked minutes before the jolt had hit him. Just one more kiss before you go.
No, he wouldn’t think about it, not now. Probably not ever again, even though he knew that was a lie. He’d think about those last minutes forever and never be able to change anything. He traced a small pattern on that cocoa colored cheek again, lifting his fingertips at the very last moment.
“John,” Dorian whispered.
Cocking his head, Kennex leaned down, bringing his ear near to the DRN’s lips. “Dorian? What is it?” The urge to tack ‘baby’ onto that sentence was almost too much. He swallowed the pet name down, feeling harsh and rough in his throat.
“Thank you,” he breathed. “For giving me a chance.”
“You crazy DRN,” he murmured, a hitch in his voice. “It was my pleasure.”
Kennex decides to fulfill Dorian’s last request for one last kiss. Pressing his lips to the DRN’s, he feels the tears well up, the defeat and depression and emptiness filling him. Pulling away, he nods at Rudy. “Please.”
Twining his fingers with Dorian’s, he held on tightly while Rudy did what had to be done. Neither was okay with any of this, but they saw no other alternative. When the last bits of energy had drained, Kennex disengaged himself from the now idle DRN, placing the hand he’d held gently on the synthetic’s abdomen.
“John,” Rudy said, breaking the silence, eyes wet with unshed tears. “I promise you, I will find a way.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he snorted, anger taking the place of the desolation he felt. John left Rudy to tend to Dorian – no, the DRN – on his own. Unable to stay any longer, he left the building and stood on the street, watching the traffic pass. As much as he wanted to have faith, hoping that Rudy could find a way to restore Dorian to him was too much to believe in.
But then, he never believed that he could work with a synthetic like Dorian to begin with, and look where they had ended up? Maybe… just maybe, there was a chance.
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Date: 2015-01-12 04:08 pm (UTC)No fill but
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