Wednesday: dark
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comment_ficWell, I'm tigriswolf and I'll be hosting the final week of the year. Today's theme is dark. Now, you can interpet that however you like, from nighttime to something painful or violent or depression to something that's just a bit worse than canon (the latter two are what I had in mind, honestly).
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.
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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...
Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers, his reaction to Bucky deciding that the best way to keep Steve safe is to kill himself – and succeeding
Author’s choice, author’s choice, you turned me into a monster and then hated what you’d made
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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...
Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers, his reaction to Bucky deciding that the best way to keep Steve safe is to kill himself – and succeeding
Author’s choice, author’s choice, you turned me into a monster and then hated what you’d made
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.
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: 2015-12-30 06:08 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers, his reaction to Bucky deciding that the best way to keep Steve safe is to kill himself – and succeeding
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Date: 2015-12-30 06:08 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, you turned me into a monster and then hated what you’d made
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Date: 2015-12-31 06:22 am (UTC)Of Gods & Monsters
They see the visage of a monster, the white as snow flesh, the scars keeping him together, the strange color of his eyes, bright irises speaking of something wicked. Created from death and arrogance.
Caliban stands tall, defying the man who refused to show him kindness, to give a bit of love to his first born. Victor Frankenstein doesn't deserve compassion, not even his pity.
“No,” Victor says, voice as shaky as his hands.
“The least I deserve is to share this endless life with someone. An equal,” Caliban counters.
“How could a demon like you be deserving of anything?”
He laughs with derision, a sound which makes Victor’s skin crawl. “I am what I am because of you. You were the first to show me abandonment and fear.”
Victor pushes himself off the wall keeping him upright, his steps faltering. He can’t walk all the way towards Caliban. For a long time he dismissed his existence, seeing him now is a nightmare. “I couldn’t fight what you provoke in me.”
“And yet you wanted me. Played at being God.”
“It was never my intention-”
“But you did it, brought me into this world to learn the hard way the truth about humanity’s heart.”
Something flashes in Victor’s eyes. An acknowledgment.
“I wanted to create life,” Victor explains like that solves everything. Like it will erase the pain inflicted upon Caliban.
“And you did, but never saw it through. You left me, I needed you. I ached for warmth. The true monster in here is you, you turned me into what I am today, you gave me up to the cold. I’ve only come to reclaim the life I should’ve had.”
Victor hangs his head, words barely audible, “I will do it. I’ll give this life to you.”
Caliban laughs.
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Date: 2015-12-30 06:08 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, [character] is smiling; there's nothing pleasant about it
FILL: J2, Dark fic, TW: Physical and sexual abuse
Date: 2016-01-14 04:17 pm (UTC)When night falls and his boyfriend arrives him, they’ll embrace and Jensen will not winces from the unhealed bruises on his back. He will hug his boyfriend tightly, will kiss his soft lips, forgetting momentarily that is life is a mess of beatings, broken bones, a heart shredded. The black eye he once wore is almost healed, skin raw and tender and yellowish, sore to the touch. The way Jared smiles at him make Jensen foolish believe that he is not the fatality of domestic abuse…no, no, he is not broken. He is whole, put together by Jared’s love.
He is a fool to think so, far too terrified to reach out for help.
Jensen is more careful these days not to anger Jared. He makes sure the house is in order—the laundry folded and put away, the kitchen cleaned, and all other chores done correctly. He sees to it that dinner is promptly on the table at six-‘O-clock, not a second sooner nor later. To make a mistake earns him the back of Jared’s hand. He does not make mistakes anymore, doesn’t give Jared a reason to call him vulgar names, to hurt him.
Dusk to dusk, when night falls, Jensen doesn’t deny Jared his body; he gives in, spread his legs, a loud noise of pleasure rippling from him as pleasure-pain singing through every bone, every vein in his still sore body. He submits, to resist would be far worse. He allows Jared to penetrate him, thrust into him roughly with an unrelenting force, hips pistoning quickly. Jared is big enough to hit his prostate with every thrust, and even if Jensen doesn’t want it, the pleasure still comes.
The pleasure he endures, doesn’t not enjoy or want. Jensen’s breath hitched with a pained groan, a sound he masks as a pleasure moan, and Jared smirks smugly, loved the beautiful sounds Jensen made, and when Jared leans down to kiss him, Jensen pours everything into that kiss, love and lust, desire and heat, just to make Jared happy.
Jensen is smiling into the kiss, yet there’s nothing pleasant about it.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: J2, Dark fic, TW: Physical and sexual abuse
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Date: 2015-12-30 06:09 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end
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Date: 2015-12-30 06:09 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, I’m going to die for you
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Date: 2015-12-31 07:47 am (UTC)Achilles green eyes burn with passion, the promise of fame and glory at his feet. Patroclus stares at him, the golden sun bathes his skin, making him look like a God. Like the rightful son of a sea nymph. And though that very flesh has been touched by his lips, heated under his hands before losing all semblance of control, he has never looked more unattainable. Distant.
It’s as if Patroclus has already lost him.
The night before Achilles had whispered in his ear as they lay side by side, stubbornly keeping their bodies tangled, “I won’t ever leave you or forget you, you’re always with me, even when I can’t see you.” Patroclus chose to believe.
He chose to say, “I’m coming with you.”
And so they’ll lay Troy under siege to reclaim the fair Helen, and Patroclus will stand by Achilles in battle.
He makes an oath, the Gods hearing his prayers. His blood mixed with ocean water and air. Achilles will remain at the core of his heart, at the front of his mind, the ghost on his skin.
Only war can break them apart.
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Date: 2015-12-30 07:28 am (UTC)fill. RPF Crossover, Zac Hanson/Harry Styles
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Date: 2015-12-30 04:04 pm (UTC)Fill: History Repeats Itself (Tycho Celchu & Wedge Antilles, rated G) 1/2
Date: 2018-04-24 10:53 pm (UTC)The streak of destructive red light splits, shatters, destroys an entire system, five whole planets and every single bit of life they hold in seconds.
Tycho staggers, stumbles into a chair whose nearby presence he's distantly grateful for, hands covering his face. He's glad he's alone, no one else in the room to see his reaction.
This was never supposed to happen again. That's the only thought that keeps grinding through his mind. After Alderaan, after his home, was destroyed, when the Rebellion had taken out the first Death Star...they'd all prayed no one would ever try such a thing again. Then they'd all felt the pall of fear when the second superweapon was revealed, but that had been defeated before it had the chance to strike a world.
Then, they'd been certain. Tycho himself had. The Empire was all but defeated, its two most powerful leaders dead, the rest of its troops on the run. They'd never have the resources to attempt such a thing again.
Except he'd been wrong. They'd all been wrong. It had simply taken thirty years of regathering their strength in secrecy, turning into something new and even more dangerous than the Empire.
That's what's different. With Alderaan, with the Death Star, no one knew. There were whispers, rumors of a planet killer among the Rebels. Though there hadn't been time to confirm it, to destroy it before it could be used, that group had long been there, listening, suspicious, ready to act.
The First Order has been ignored by all who could actually do something about it. The New Republic had intentionally buried its head in the sand against all the warnings of Leia's Resistance and like-minded people. Warmongering, they said. As if the common sense of not demilitarizing while one's enemy was still present was an act of violence in itself.
Tycho still can't help thinking the very government he fought to bring into existence, willingly put his life on the line for again and again, had turned it's back on him. Him, and everyone like him. All the sons and daughters and mothers and fathers and friends and lovers of Alderaan and Jedha and everyone else lost in that first war.
Re: Fill: History Repeats Itself (Tycho Celchu & Wedge Antilles, rated G) 2/2
From:Re: Fill: History Repeats Itself (Tycho Celchu & Wedge Antilles, rated G) 2/2
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Date: 2015-12-30 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-12-30 04:10 pm (UTC)Fill -- Preacher, Jesse Custer + Cassidy
Date: 2016-07-08 12:50 am (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/7422808
Fill -- Preacher, Jesse Custer + Cassidy
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Date: 2015-12-30 04:15 pm (UTC)Any Secluded corner SPN Sam/Gabriel
Date: 2017-07-02 04:28 pm (UTC)Sam ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his attention away from the angel standing a few feet away. They were in a diner, waiting for their order when Gabriel had gotten up to speak to someone. Sam had felt the pang of loss when he'd left. Only to be replaced by possessiveness when he saw him talking to the waitress. It didn't matter that Gabriel was with him. Sam wanted everyone to know Gabriel was his and he was Gabriel's. He was off limits. Hands off, and I'll rip your eyes out if you look at him.
Sam watched as she put a hand on Gabriel's arm. He tilted his head back and laughed at something she said. Gabriel flashed a smile on his direction. Sam felt himself returning it. But, no happiness backed it up. He felt his hands clench into fists. The urge to push her hand off was battling with the rational side of his brain. Keep calm. She's being nice. She's only flirting to get a bigger tip. Yeah, he had a tip for her, hands off his man. Well, angel really. But hands off non the less.
He watched as they parted and Gabriel returned to their table. He slid in, reaching for Sam's hand. His eyes searched his face seeing the bitch look passing on Sam's face.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Sam shrugged, leaning back against the booth. He didn't want to get into it. Didn't want to start a fight. Although, make up sex could be pretty hot. His lips twitched as he fought against the smile forming from the idea.
Gabriel gave his hand a squeeze. "That was nothing. Harmless flirting to get a bigger tip. She backed off when I told her I was here with my boyfriend."
Sam's eyes widened hearing the words. Gabriel had never said that before. "Boyfriend?"
Gabriel gave him a shy smile. "Yeah, that's what you are, right?"
Sam nodded. A wicked smile played across his lips. "Where's a dark, secluded corner when you need one?" He licked his lips and smiled as Gabriel's eyes flashed with lust.
Dinner would be over soon enough for them