TUESDAY : SECRETS

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m emmatheslayerand today's theme is Secrets.Prompts can be Anything having to do with secrets , telling them , keeping them sharing them or having them , spilling them its up to you .


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.

No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...

+ supernatural , Sam Winchester /castiel , sam tells cas a huge secret not even dean knows

+ 1d rpf , Harry styles / Zayn mailk , he was hiding the secret from harry that he was leaving

+ shadowhunters , simon lewis /Raphael , the vampire tells Simon that he has never been in love


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[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

supernatural , Sam Winchester /castiel , sam tells cas a huge secret not even dean knows

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1d rpf , Harry styles / Zayn mailk , he was hiding the secret from harry that he was leaving

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

shadowhunters , simon lewis /Raphael , the vampire tells Simon that he has never been in love

Fill 1/2

[prfctdaze.livejournal.com]

Simon is awake before sunset. He figures it must be a common thing with young vampires, getting used to their new nocturnal schedule. Or maybe he's just anxious about being back at Hotel Dumort since the Camille fallout and reconciliation.

At least Simon thinks he and Raphael have reconciled their differences, now that he's been invited to live there once again.

He exits his room, rather dreary compared to some of the decadent living quarters in the hotel, and slowly winds his way down a long corridor. It's dark but his vampire eyes easily see the path.

Before he realizes what he's doing, Simon finds himself at Raphael's door. There's a nervous energy thrumming through his body when he reaches for the door handle and steps inside the room.

This room oozes Raphael's style; luxurious furniture, art, and sculptures adorn the spacious area. But the focal point is an outlandishly expensive gold casket with intricate designs decorating the ornate box.

Simon leisurely walks alongside the casket and reaches out to touch it, running his finger along the elaborate motif within the precious metal.

In his peripheral vision Simon notices the wide open closet filled with Raphael's stylish wardrobe. He quickly picks out several jackets and begins to try them on, standing in front of a gilded full-length mirror and appreciating Raphael's excellent taste in clothes.

He feels the slightest gust of air on his skin and suddenly Simon is staring at Raphael in the mirror.

"Shit!"

"You are so lucky," Raphael says with a low growl. "No one ever dares to intrude on my sleep. If I hadn't recognized your scent you'd probably be dead right now."

"Well," Simon begins, his nerves absolutely shot to hell, "thank you for not killing me."

"Why are you in my room? Stealing my clothes again?"

"Borrowing. I mean, I'm not here to borrow your clothes. Or steal them. I just..."

Raphael stares at Simon in the mirror. He looks Simon's body up and down and stops to rest on his eyes. "You just, what?"

A strange thought occurs to Simon. Just be honest.

"You just make me...nervous. Sometimes."

"You should be nervous."

Raphael's bravado isn't nearly as impressive when Simon doesn't really believe he'd hurt him.

"Can I talk to you?" Simon asks. "Seriously talk to you?"

A quick roll of his eyes and Raphael dismisses Simon. "Are we not talking now? Do you think I'm not serious?"

"Come here." Simon puts on a brave face and grabs Raphael's arm, leading him to sit on the plush sofa.

Only the slightest resistance is given before Raphael complies and joins him. "What?" he snaps.

His irritation seems almost rehearsed, like Raphael assumes the expectation of his grievance with Simon must be filled regardless of its authenticity. But Simon isn't buying it.

"Why did you let me come back?"

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

supernatural , benny/ samandirel , benny keeps one of samandriel's secrets

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

shadowhunters , alec lightwood/ jace wayland , jace is hurting his parabatai by keeping a secret about his feelings

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Bruce Wayne/Wally West, it was difficult to keep any secrets from Bruce, but Wally wanted to try, because he found a perfect gift for him

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Young Justice Cartoon, Kaldur'ahm/Conner Kent, Kaldur finds out that Conner has feelings for him

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Flash/Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow/Supergirl, any F/F, she wants to surprise her girlfriend who lives in another city and needs the team's help to keep it a secret

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Wally West/Hartley Rathaway, Wally finds out that Hartley is Pied Piper (no sad endings, please?)

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller & Scot Latour, Eric asks Scot to help him prepare a surprise for Sam's birthday

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ any, musician AU, why John stopped playing his instrument for a while.

Fill: John Sheppard + Patrick Sheppard, musician AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Let It Be (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7772110)

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Filled, Jim Moriarty+ Sebastian Moran (Sherlock)

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Jim lays his secrets bare; every dirty thought that has crossed his mind, every wicked urge of violence he's carefully restrained so as to not frighten those he needs to get closer to, every fear and terror that has ever plagued him as he grew. They don't appreciate it, his victims: too caught up in what he is doing to pay any attention to what he is saying.

It doesn't matter though. Inevitably, they die under his skilled fingers and Jim walks out of the building, abandoned and utterly anonymous like it's brethren.

He calls Moran to take him to his current residence and if Jim thinks that Moran is a little quick to arrive, well...

Perhaps it is good to have someone living who knows his secrets: it will make the betrayal much easier to spot. Jim can always kill Moran later.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, A secret is something you tell everybody to tell nobody

Fill: Gravity Falls, Gideon Gleeful+Stan Pines

[healyg.livejournal.com]

“Gideon!” Stan grabbed the rascal by the collar. “The heck are you doing here?”

Gideon struggled in his grasp. “Confound it, Stanford Pines! Your secrets won’t hold out forever!”

Stan chuckled. “Oh, so it’s secrets you’re after? Here’s a good one: I’m not the real Stanford Pines. The real Stanford disappeared thirty years ago. I’m actually his twin brother, Stanley.”

For a moment it looked like Gideon was actually going to cry. Then: “Dagnabbit, if you’re gonna patronize me like that, then fine! I’m gone!” He left the shack in a huff.

Stan opened a can of pop. “Later, sucker.”

(Probably not interpreting your prompt the right way, but oh well.)

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I believe we secretly love each other

FILL: Hit the floor, hurt/comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Sunday mornings are best for staying in bed and cuddling while enjoying a soothing cup of coffee.

But on this morning, Jude is caught up in a nightmare. His breath huffs roughly and his chest clenches, his dimpled cheeks are rosy red and warm and he is thrashing around like a fish out of water. Slumber eludes Jude. Frightening nightmare twist in his mind, his chest profoundly tight whereas he cannot draw in a breath.

It scares Zero sometimes, wondering what in the world has Jude so freighted. He finds himself reaching out, hands gently sliding over every inch of warm, baby-soft skin. Jude calms slightly, no longer thrashing; he murmurs in his sleep, his eyes still tightly closed. Zero slides his hand into Jude’s hair, fingers brushing in the silky-soft strands, and as if his touch is magic, the distraught look on Jude's face soothes out, muscles slowly starting to relax.

Zero leans in and brushes a kiss on Jude’s lips before moving closer and snuggling up with his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Jude's waist. His boyfriend breathes a sigh of relief, calmer now, and a soft, small, sweet smile on his face as he, even asleep, rolls over and snuggles up Zero's chin, hugging him tightly.

Zero shushes Jude softly, lovingly, his fingers combing through Jude’s hair tenderly. He begins to hum a comforting lullaby as he gently rubs his back, his warm palms gliding up the length of the younger man's spine. Warmth spreads through Jude’s body and cocoons him in a cozy blanket of blissful comfort while pink lips kiss his forehead.

Jude sleeps peacefully for the rest of the night, safe and sound in Zero's tender, loving embrace.

♥ END ♥

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (tv), Chloe Decker+/Lucifer Morningstar, She has no secrets except for that tiny tattoo

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

“That’s about all I can tell you.” The burly man behind the counter shrugged.

Chloe nodded. “Thanks, Jessie. I’ll be in touch.”

“Take care, Chloe.” Jessie side-eyed Lucifer, who was busy perusing the flash on the walls and loudly commenting on how ridiculous some of the depictions of “him” were.

Chloe and Lucifer exited the tattoo parlor and approached her car.

Instead of getting in, Lucifer drummed his fingers on the top of the sedan and grinned at his “partner”.

“What.” Chloe knew if she didn’t ask, he would just play smug and mysterious all the way back to the precinct.

“You know that man.” Lucifer said, as if revealing something.

“Yes.” Chloe tried not to sound too annoyed. “He’s an informant whose customers are frequently members of the gang we’re investigating. I explained that to you.”

“No,” Lucifer traced a pattern in the dust on the car’s surface. “He called you by your first name. You know him on a more intimate level.”

Chloe’s eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“Tell me, did he do you?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Your tattoo.” Lucifer clarified. “You do have one?”

Chloe frowned. “None of your business.”

“So you do!” Lucifer’s eyes flashed with triumph. “What is it? Show it to me.”

“No,” Chloe said flatly, pulling open the car door.

“Why not? Is it somewhere naughty?”

Chloe sighed and shut the sedan’s door. She knew she wasn’t getting out of this one. “Here.”

She motioned for Lucifer to come around the vehicle, and put her right foot on the curb. She pulled up her pants leg to mid-calf and scrunched down her sock to reveal a tiny tattoo just behind her ankle bone.

Lucifer studied it for longer than Chloe had imagined his attention span to be.

“Lovely, er, circle-type-thing.” He said at last, straightening up.

“It’s a halo.” Chloe released her pants leg and yanked open the car door again. “Happy?”

Lucifer went back to the passenger’s side of the sedan and got in, dutifully fastening his seatbelt while Chloe focused on the windshield, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

Lucifer turned to her, taking in a breath as he was about to speak.

Chloe preemptively began her story.

“When Trix was two, she came down with a bad fever. It got so high we had to take her to the ER. No matter what they tried, her fever wouldn’t break. Dan and I were beside ourselves. I didn’t know what to do. So I prayed that Trixie’s guardian angel would help her. Within ten minutes, her fever broke.” She looked toward her companion. “I suppose you don’t think angels are real.”

“I don’t have to think, Detective. I know they’re real. You are speaking to a former one, after all. As far as what good praying to them does, I couldn’t say.”

Chloe exhaled impatiently. Why had she thought she could have a serious conversation with someone who proclaimed himself the Prince of Darkness?

Lucifer studied her for a moment before he spoke again. “I’m pleased you caught Dad in a merciful mood. I know your daughter is important to you.”

Chloe almost laughed. Coming from anyone else, his words would have sounded precious, but she knew Lucifer well enough now – God help her – to tell he was being sincere.

She put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.

The tattoo parlor was still in the rearview mirror when Lucifer piped up cheerfully;

“I’ve been thinking, Detective.”

“No.”

“Since we’re such good partners now – “ 

“No.”

“Perhaps we could get matching – “

“No.”

Chloe cranked up the radio and took a turn so fast she hoped her guardian angel would be able to keep up.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fairy tales or original, F+/M, Tell me no secrets, I'll tell you no lies

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, A child's secret.

Filled. OCs.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Zoe knows instinctively that it's a magic rock. The way it almost glows in the sun when she pulls it out of the water tells her so.

She also knows that Mommy will sigh and throw it away, telling her not to pick up trash. That Zoe doesn't need the bits of plants and rocks and whatever else she finds. The things she knows are magic but somehow Mommy doesn't. She tucks it into her pocket and throughout the day she runs her fingers over the worn smooth edges.

They're at Nana house three days later and Zoe made sure she stuck the rock in her pocket, because Nana knows all about magic things. Shyly, when Mommy and Daddy have gone out on the back porch to help Uncle Jeff set up the barbecue, Zoe pulls the magic rock from her pocket and shows it to Nana.

"It's sea glass." Nana tells Zoe, going on to explain how it became what it was as she carefully wraps it in wire and hangs it on a string. Then she drops the completed necklace around Zoe's neck and presses a kiss to Zoe's forehead before getting up to check on the meat marinating in the fridge.

Zoe touches her new pendant, tucks it away just in case. She knew it was magic, she just hadn't known how magic it was.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, There are a few demons in his childhood.

Fill 1/2: + Night World, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They lay in the darkness, side by side, letting their bodies cool after a round of energetic love-making.

"So," Rodney said, "you never talk about it much. The whole...vampire thing."

"Old habits die hard. Don't tell, or die." John shrugged, his shoulder brushing Rodney's.

"Suddenly 'don't ask, don't tell' seems a lot less barbaric."

John shrugged again. "You keep forgetting we're not human. We have different capabilities. We play by different rules."

"You look human. You seem human."

"I'm half-lamia, half-witch. Witches aren't human. They're stronger than humans, a little faster, senses a little better. Live longer. I swear Grandma Harman's about a hundred and thirty and she barely needs a cane."

Rodney peered at John through the shadows. John was only a couple of years younger than Rodney, was incredibly trim - his job required it - but he didn't look...supernatural. Except for his eyes.

John glanced back at him. "With witches, you can't tell by looking what they are. With vampires and shifters, you can. If you know what to look for."

"Lorne looks normal to me."

"He's very good at pretending to be something he's not."

"What was it like?" Rodney asked. "Growing up as...you are?"

John hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I mean, I went to school, if that's what you're asking. Ridiculous private school. Uniforms that were bully-magnets off-campus."

"What about holidays? Did you get to have Christmas?"

John laughed. "Not all humans celebrate Christmas, you know. This coming from the atheist scientist, no less. Not celebrating Christmas isn't a sign of aberration."

"I'm sorry," Rodney said quickly.

John rolled over, flung an arm across Rodney's waist. "It's fine. I'm not offended. Yes, we celebrated Christmas. Had a tree, exchanged presents, sent cards, the whole shebang. My father was a businessman, dealt primarily with humans, so we had to appear...human. But the biggest holiday in our house, hands down, was Samhain."

"Sah-wen?" Rodney tested the word.

"Halloween."

"Oh. So, dressing up and getting lots of candy?"

John snorted. "No. Well, yes, dressing up, but not getting candy. Going to circles and casting deep magic."

"What did you dress up as?"

"Oh, anything. Ancient gods - goddesses, for the girls. Incarnations of forces of nature. Dave liked to dress up as Dylan, god of the sea. Since it was Samhain, I usually picked Cernunnos."

"I've never heard of them."

"You don't put much stock in mythology."

“True.” Rodney wondered what a teenage John would have looked like, in golden firelight, dressed as an ancient deity. Delectable, probably. “So...vampires. Witches. Werewolves and shapeshifters are all real. Zombies?”

“Well, someone who doesn’t quite make the Change can become a type of zombie, but one who drinks blood instead of eats brains. It’s - disturbing.” John flinched at the memory.

Rodney scooted closer to him. “You’ve seen one?”

“No, but I have a cousin who did. His nanny. He almost killed her after his parents starved him for three days, so he tried save her by giving her some of his blood, but he was too little, and his parents stopped him, so she didn’t quite make the change. So then they killed her for real.”

“His parents starved him?” Rodney wondered if John’s parents had ever done that to him.

“They thought he was getting too attached to his nanny. Wanted to train some of the ruthless hunter into him. So they starved him and then sent her to him and hoped he’d kill her. But he didn’t.”

Rodney’s parents had been pretty horrible, but not that bad. “Okay. That answers that. What about ghosts?”

[aivix.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Keeping his power secret.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes, Freya McAllister + Brendan Dean, Telepathy is great for talking in secret.

Fill: plus Weiss Kreuz

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

So, you’re a telepath, Freya said.

Beside her, Brendan went utterly still.

An office-wide training on the updated sexual harassment and dating policy was the perfect time to have this conversation. The training was boring and pointless - everyone was thinking up dirty jokes and sharing them with each other as discreetly as possible - but Brendan and Freya’s attendance was mandatory, so they had to be there, and Brendan couldn’t afford to make a scene.

I heard you, the other morning after our stakeout, at the diner. You said you watched a whole lot of Scooby Doo as a kid to keep the voices out.

For one moment, Brendan’s mind was a humming blank of panic. Then he said, Scheisse. He always swore in German. As far as everyone else knew, though, he spoke only Spanish as a second language. Freya had had multiple languages drilled into her to make her more useful at interrogating international suspects.

Why didn’t you believe me when I first told you I was a telepath?

I did believe you, was the first thing that crossed Brendan’s mind. The Scooby Doo theme song blared loudly for a moment, and then Brendan was blocking.

No, not blocking. Welles had taught Brendan blocking, or so he said, but what Brendan was doing was something else. When people around Freya blocked, it was like they’d locked themselves in a soundproof room. Brendan wasn’t just in a soundproof room - his soundproof room was inside a foot-thick cement wall with a steel door. It was a panic room.

Right before the steel door slammed shut, Freya heard, I was afraid you were from Rosenkreuz.

But then Brendan was staring at the presenter, expression intense, like he was actually listening, and it was like the seat beside Freya was completely empty, like no one was there at all. If she wasn’t looking at him, she was completely unaware of him. That was beyond blocking. That was -

What’s Rosenkreuz?

Brendan flinched. No one else would have noticed it, but Freya had been his partner for five years now. She could read every one of his expressions. Or she’d thought she could. She’d thought she knew everything there was to know about him, that he’d been willing to tell her, willing to disclose. His parents were from Nevada. He’d grown up on a ranch, happy, surrounded by animals. Had loved skiing as a kid, back when skiing was cheap. Both of his parents had gone on to become big Nevada, then Washington politicos, movers and shakers. He’d bucked the family tradition and majored in criminal justice, joined the NSA as an analyst - he was one of the math nerds with guns - and then trained to be a field agent. He was a nice guy, had a borderline photographic memory. A little socially awkward at times, but a normal guy.

Or so Freya had thought.

Finally, Brendan said, Not here, not now.

When?

He named a date and a time.

He never showed.

He didn’t show up for work the next day either.

Freya called Welles and asked if he knew about Rosenkreuz, about Brendan.

And then Welles went missing too.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Deathbed Confession.

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Call It (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7248001) at AO3. Marks AU. Sheppard Men.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/any male, repressed desires (secret kink)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Barry/any, AU where Barry thinks that Any doesn't know Barry's the Flash but Any totally knows

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash/Arrow/LoT verse, any slash or Len/any, the secret that almost broke them up (but didn't)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, it's just a bit of secret stress relief (or so they lie to themselves)