Friday: Hurt/Comfort
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kryss_delrhei and today is the final day of me guest hosting! Today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything that hurts the characters, let's see some pain and some sweetness!
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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kryss_delrhei and today is the final day of me guest hosting! Today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything that hurts the characters, let's see some pain and some sweetness!Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
- Inuyasha, Inuyasha, sword
- Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang, hospital
- Dragon Age, Inquisitor, last breath
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)Fill: Rough Sheets
Date: 2015-04-12 02:35 pm (UTC)“You’ve slept a long time, Colonel Mustang.” Her voice has the sort of rumpled quality of a bedroom goddess. “How do you feel?”
“Thirsty,” Roy says, and hears the soft glug of water being poured.
“I have a straw next to your mouth,” she says.
Roy opens obediently, feeling the straw against his lip. He sips, sighing in relief when she takes the straw away. “Thank you, nurse.”
“You’re welcome, Colonel. Is there anything else?”
“Yes. I came in with a woman. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Is she all right?”
The warmth of her voice is a relief in and of itself. “She is fine, sir, recovering in the next room. She’s been asking about you. I’ll be happy to pass along a message, if you’d like.”
Roy manages to keep himself under control. “Thank you. Just tell her I’ve woken up and I’ll speak with her soon.”
“I will, Colonel.” The nurse lays a hand on his arm. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake. He’ll want to see you.”
Roy hears her leaving his room. The door swishes closed behind her and he allows himself the relief of a shuddering sigh. Beneath the bandages on his eyes, tears form, the gauze soaking up the liquid before it can fall. There are things he’ll need to say to Hawkeye later. When they aren’t in the hospital any more. But it can wait, now that he knows she’s all right. They’re all right.
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)Fill, Dragon Age Inquisition, pre-M!Trevelyan/Cassandra
Date: 2017-06-29 08:42 pm (UTC)The White Claws were very adept at using the desert sun to blind their targets. In response, Sera was cursing all of them and their questionable ancestry at top volume as she flung vials of fire and ice at them instead of arrows.
Cassandra set to the business of charging and bashing the bandits as best she could, feeling not unlike the person using a hammer and anvil to swat a fly. Vivienne and Maxwell, both mages, were having better luck using area-of-effect spells against their enemy.
Cassandra dimly thought she heard Maxwell cry her name, and felt a barrier go up around her just as a massive maul attacked her blind spot and scored a direct hit. The magical barrier took the force out of the hit, and Cassandra swung around to square off against the berserk warrior. So focused was she on the berserk bandit, that only when she kicked the carcass off her blade did she realise that Maxwell had fallen in battle.
"Inquisitor!" Cassandra shouted, allowing nothing more than dismay to come through in her voice, although internally she felt like wailing in rage and grief at the sight of the vital Maxwell lying lifeless in the sand. Ethereal green light surrounded the Inquisitor - not her love, it was far too soon to call him that, she didn't know what to call this flirtatious thing between them that was somehow far more than Inquisitor and advisor, far more than friends, but far less than lovers - and Vivienne's healing magic raised him and quite literally put Maxwell back on his feet.
As the last bandit fell, he sidled up to her and said with a wink, "never say you were worried about me when I took that last arrow, Cassandra.
"Don't worry, Inquisitor, I won't," she replied dryly, reaching over to catch hold of his hand and squeezing it for a moment before moving on, both acting as though she had done no such thing. Neither quite willing to name what was between them just yet, and neither willing to acknowledge what might have been the Inquisitor's last breath.
RE: Fill, Dragon Age Inquisition, pre-M!Trevelyan/Cassandra
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)Fill, Part 1 - Star Trek AOS [R]
Date: 2015-05-10 11:17 pm (UTC)Summary: Academy Era. One day Jim's allergies are going to get the better of him - and Leonard too, for that matter.
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"You ever think about just whipping it out in public?" Jim asked.
Leonard choked on his beer. He glared at Jim as he set his glass down and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. "By it I assume you mean-"
"Penis," Jim said, his expression a little too serious for the ridiculousness of his question.
Leonard sat back, arms crossed. The bar buzzed with activity, patrons coming and going, music playing over the sound system. They were tucked into a booth near the back, a single light shining above their table, throwing their faces into shadow. "No, as a matter of fact, I haven't given it much thought," Leonard deadpanned.
Jim smirked and looked away.
Leonard frowned. "What?"
Jim shrugged. "Nothing."
Leonard's frown deepened. "You're out right now, aren't you?"
Jim shrugged again. He still didn't meet Leonard's eye. "Maybe."
"Damn it, Jim," Leonard growled. There was a headache forming behind his eyes. "Do you want to be arrested?"
"Wouldn't be the first time," Jim said, eyeing the crowd, a tiny grin curling up the corners of his mouth.
Leonard pointed. "Put that away."
Jim finally turned his gaze back to Leonard, hands dropping to his lap. "If I say no, are you going to come over here and do it for me?"
Leonard stared at Jim, flabbergasted. "The hell's gotten into you, kid?"
"I don't know," Jim said honestly, arms moving below where Leonard could see. "I feel kind of funny."
Leonard stared at Jim for a second longer before he snatched Jim's abandoned glass, only half empty, and gave the liquid a tentative sniff. He didn't catch anything obvious. Dipping a finger into the violently purple concoction, he tasted the alcohol. It was sweet, almost sickeningly so, with a dark, bitter aftertaste that left his tongue and lips tingling. Nothing unusual for this particular brand, though Jim had always favored the blue variety. He'd never tried the purple.
He glanced back at Jim and found him with his head tipped against the plush red seat, eyes half closed, mouth hanging open. Setting the drink aside, Leonard leaned across the table and grabbed Jim's chin, brought his face into the light. "Open your eyes, Jim," he said, his voice calm but authoritative, his "doctoring" tone Jim had called it once. "Look at me."
Jim gasped, a sharp intake of air hissing past his teeth, and blinked his eyes open, stared at Leonard. His pupils were blown wide in the light, didn't change when Leonard shaded Jim's face with his other hand. "Hot, Bones," Jim mumbled.
Jim's skin was flushed beneath Leonard's palm, clammy and tacky with sweat. "What?" he asked.
"Hot, you're so goddamn hot," Jim said, eyes sliding closed. Leonard felt his own face color at Jim's breathy, hushed words. "You're hot, I'm hot. It's hot in here," he continued, looking up at Leonard in confusion. "Don't you think?" His hand jerked below the table.
(continued below)
Fill, Part 2 - Star Trek AOS [R]
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:48 pm (UTC)Fill, The 100, Marcus Kane/Abigail Griffin
Date: 2016-09-26 10:47 pm (UTC)"Shush. Shush. I'm here." Another voice. Calmer. Soft.
"Don't leave me." She repeats. Almost pleads. There some grumbles and mutters in both English and Trigedasleng.
"I won't. I promise. Never.' There is a pause. Even across the room and attempt at intimate conversation it was heard or rather not heard. 'Never again."
"That's a promise you can't keep Marcus. No one can." His sigh is almost heart breaking.
"I can try though. That's all we can do Abby. Now please go back to sleep."
"I have things I should be doing." She mutters almost unhearable and begins to sit up from her cot. The protest of the spring competing as the loudest sound thus far.
"No. You should be sleeping. We all should be." Nearly every person in the room instantly thinks Marcus is addressing them and guilt seeps in for a second for listening at all and being caught.
"But..."
"I don't want to hear it. You need sleep. We need our doctor rested.' Another pause. 'I promise you'll be safe and I'm not leaving you. Now please go back to sleep."
RE: Fill, The 100, Marcus Kane/Abigail Griffin
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:58 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes, for the eying of my scars, there is a charge
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Date: 2015-04-10 04:59 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, author’s choice/Tony Stark or Clint Barton, you fell in love with a broken heart
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:00 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes, Steve is the prince; Bucky is the whipping boy
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:02 pm (UTC)fairy tales, Cinderella/Briar Rose, leave the pain behind and come with me
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:05 pm (UTC)any Chris Evans movie/Political Animals, any Chris Evans character/TJ Hammond, healing after all the shit TJ's family has put him through
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:09 pm (UTC)The formatting is probably messed up here, but OH WELL...
Date: 2015-04-10 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 05:23 pm (UTC)I'm sorry for everything
Oh, everything I've done
From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 05:31 pm (UTC)filled - clint + katie epic sadness
Date: 2015-09-25 04:52 pm (UTC)Clint forgot how to be a person. Forgot how to eat, how to answer his phone, how to care about anything except the beer in his hand, the case in the fridge that he'd finish off later tonight.
He knows what depression is, knows that in his bones that's what he's been for a long time. He hasn't really felt anything in so long he doesn't even know how to describe what he's feeling now, if words even mean anything.
Without her, nothing really does.
He fucked up and this time, he thinks it's going to stick. His friend is dead, his partner, his -- his Katie, she finally realized he was just a sack of excuses and sadness that wasn't worth anybody's time and she took off. With his dog.
Maybe they're happy.
Clint finishes off another bottle, drops it to the ground and flops over onto his stomach.
He hopes they're happy.
RE: filled - clint + katie epic sadness
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Date: 2015-04-10 06:04 pm (UTC)no fill, but...
Date: 2015-04-10 11:11 pm (UTC)Re: no fill, but...
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Date: 2015-04-10 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 07:06 pm (UTC)Fill: Walking After Dark, Finch/Reese, protective instincts
Date: 2015-04-11 08:10 am (UTC)"John," Harold murmured behind him, resting a hand lightly between Reese's shoulder blades. "It was just a heavy door slamming, a block over. We're safe."
John's keen eyes continued to scan in the darkness, checking for snipers in windows, on rooftops. "You sure?"
Harold kept stroking his back until John was satisfied there was no real threat. Very slowly, he tucked his gun away and turned to face Harold, sheepish. Finch peered up at him, mildly concerned. To cover his embarrassment, John quoted Harold's own words back at him: "Only the paranoid survive, huh."
Harold conceded the point with a sad sigh. "True." Then he clasped John's hand with his, squeezing reassuringly. "Let's go home."
Re: Fill: Walking After Dark, Finch/Reese, protective instincts
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Date: 2015-04-10 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-10 07:07 pm (UTC)