Thursday: Human Monsters

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and today’s prompts have been touched by evil! Today's theme is HUMAN MONSTERS! Prompts can be anything – serial killers, experiments gone wrong, people with good intentions making horrible choices – so long as it involves humans doing bad, bad things, however you want to interpret that.

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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

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...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes, sometimes it’s hard to keep the Winter Soldier under wraps
+ NCIS (any), Any, what happens when the serial killer is one of your own
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Jack the Ripper AU
+ Any, Any, tapping into their dark side
+ Any, Any, Getting to Know Your Archnemesis

We use 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 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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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[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

The Mummy, Evelyn Carnahan, Looking back on it, she's pretty sure the Bembridge Scholars are still more malevolent, as a whole, than the Mummy.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Stranger Things, Any, the MK Ultra experiments had more consequences

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "We're not killing anybody on our wedding day."

Fill (Hannibal, Hannibal/Will)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Will looked over at Hannibal, every line of his body showing how deeply unimpressed he was with his soon to be husband's idea. "We're not killing anybody on our wedding day."

“Will-”

“No,” Will said, cutting Hannibal off. He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the annoyance on Hannibal’s face. “I am putting my foot down on this one. Joint murder is not an appropriate wedding celebration.”

“Of course it is,” Hannibal replied, a little reproachful. “What better way to show our devotion to one another? And provide for the reception as well, of course.”

For a long moment, all Will could do was stare in disbelief at Hannibal, who looked as cool as unconcerned as ever despite what he’d just said. “You do realize,” Will said slowly, “that many people from the FBI will be in attendence. And that not all of them believe you’re innocent despite charges being dropped.”

Hannibal shrugged. “I fail to see how that should affect our wedding.”

“You… You…”

Will stopped trying to come up with any words to reply, dropping his head into his hands as he fought the hysterical laughter bubbling in his throat. He should have known this was how Hannibal would react, he really should have. Subtlety was not one of his particular traits after all.

“A compromise,” Will said after managing to calm himself down. “I will let you plan the bachelor party the night before-” Hannibal raised an eyebrow, clearly interested since Will had been adamant anything he planned would be too oppulant and/or bloody “-but I don’t want more than two bodies. More’ll bring up too many questions.”

Hannibal considered it for a moment, then grinned, dangerous and just a hair too sharp. Will was already regretting everything. “That will be acceptable, Will.”

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, finding something good in all the bad and evil they've done

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, she's just a monster in my head, wearing a blue dress

fill: Harry Potter (First ever fill!)

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

They find her in the library no more than five minutes after the announcement of a discovered corpse in a supply cupboard.

(They say it was a student, children whisper as they are forcefully dispersed down the halls and into their rooms. Scowling teachers guiding them, eyes swimming with the kind of grief that only fuels rumors.

I heard it was a mudblood, whispers an ninth year to her friends, all too young and too pretty, I hear they have the worst tempers.)

She's buried in a book as usual, but they can see right away the situation is wrong. When her eyes shift it isn't because she's reading the page, and the calm look she usually gets from reading holds an air of forced intensity to it.

They both take no time pulling up their own seats on either side of her.

She grasp the book so tightly when they sit beside her that her fingers make imprints.

"What?" She snaps and it's her voice but not at the same time. It's too sharp, too calculated, too empty. It harbors the same intensity written on her face.

"We're a team you know," starts Ron, and Harry nods his head in agreement. The library's empty now, all but for the librarian six shelves down. Ron lowers his voice before he speaks again.

"We're a team and teams are founded on trust."

Her breath sharpens, and its noticeable to them alone because they know how she works, how she thinks, how she breathes, and in this moment it's all wrong.

Harry reaches over, prying one of her hands from the book and then squeezing it's comfortingly with his own. "We won't leave you, you know. Not ever."

Ron takes her other hand and adds, "You can tell us anything and we will always be here. "

The library's silent. Ron thinks the Librarian must have left, he vaguely recalls the sound of clicking heels in the distance, he only prays she didn't see them.

"We're in this together." Harry says and for a moment she just looks at them both and studies, examines.

Hermione sits between them, breaths silenced and eyes empty, and they both squeeze her hands tighter, attempting to bring her back to them.

"If I told you anything, not that I know anything of course," she starts, licking her cracking lips, "you realize you would be considered accessories and carted off."

Ron and Harry smirk a bit at the idea, the chosen one and the golden trio being suspected of anything nefarious is laughable, but nod anyway to appease her.

"Well," says Ron, lying back in his seat, smirk still in place, "I guess it's good that you don't know anything then, hmm Miss Granger?"

Harry stifles a light laugh into his palm. Hermione's tightly pressed lips, slowly expand into a smirk of her own.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. I suppose it is."


(They never do catch the killer. Testimonies are collected and reports filled but nothing ever comes of them. Interviews are scheduled, each student has a turn. No one breaks. No one comes forward.

No more bodies are ever found. But,the golden trio supposes one day, bored and tired of the endless monologues on predetermined destinies, maybe no one ever looked hard enough.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Negan/Rick - "I told you, you belong to me..."

Not a fill yet

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

But ughs I have ideas.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - blackmail

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal - taking advantage of his position of power

Probably not what you wanted - also noncon warning

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I... I should get home," Peter says, pulling away from Neal's lips, his voice cracking a little. He's looking down, and Neal can tell what he means: I should get home to El.

Neal pauses, then calculates. He nods, projecting false nonchalance. He glances over at the in-progress Manet replica on his easel, then smiles a big con grin. "No problem. I have things to work on anyway."

"What things?" Peter says, warning in his voice.

A look of innocence. The one that Peter never buys. "Just some stuff for Moz."

He can see the worry in Peter's eyes, the sense that Neal could sabotage his own life in a moment of weakness, that Peter's desperate attempts to reform him from his criminal ways will turn out to be for nothing.

Peter wants to save Neal more than he wants anything. And Neal knows this.

Peter grabs Neal's arm, clearly wants to demand answers, but he stops himself, reminds himself that confrontation doesn't work with Neal, that cleverness would be required. He smiles at Neal, and he says, "Maybe I can stay a little longer."

Neal smiles back, making sure his face looks surprised, and eagerly goes in for another kiss. Peter kisses back, but before he does, Neal catches the guilt glide over his face.

Neal knows it's fucked up, but he can't help it. The guilt, the reluctance - the fact that Neal has made him do what he doesn't want to do -- it makes it even better.

Peter pulls Neal toward the bed, and Neal submits, making his body pliant, moving easily as Peter throws him on the bed.

It makes Neal feel invincible.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Crowley - slave!AU where supernatural creatures are enslaved to humans

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Ted/Barney - roofies

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Zolf Kimblee+Any, Predator and prey

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes, sometimes it’s hard to keep the Winter Soldier under wraps

Fill -- The Prisoner

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Trigger warning for animal abuse.


Three weeks and four hundred miles away from Washington DC, the traveler isn't sure where he is in terms of geography--western Pennsylvania or West Virginia is his guess. There's something comfortably familiar about living in the woods...not just from his missions--before that. The museum said he was part of a commando force, and he's pretty sure that's it--he doesn't think there are a lot of forests in Brooklyn.

Once in a while, he'll go up to a house and ask to work for a meal. It gets him food he doesn't have to scavenge, and it gets him around people. The clearer his head gets, the more sociable he feels. It's been a long time since been around civilians, and his small talk is rusty. Much as he feels the urge to...chat, he doesn't know what to talk about. There are too many pitfalls: he isn't up to date on the news or sports, hasn't seen a movie in ages, and has big gaps in his memory.

He's approaching a small farm that looks like it could use some work when he sees it. For a moment, he can't process what he's seeing. It's a dog, he realizes, barely recognizable as a Rottweiler. It looks more like a dog's skeleton with dirty black fur stretched over it. A heavy chain runs from its collar to a ring in foundation of the barn.

He's horrified. The creature is still alive; it bares its teeth at him as he gets closer, but he feels no fear, only sympathy for a fellow prisoner.

When the dog snaps at him, it yelps, it nipped his left wrist. He gets his metal hand on the chain and crushes it in his fist.

"Hey! That's my dog!"

He turns to look. The man standing there is not starving by any stretch of the imagination. He's wearing mostly clean clothes, and he's glaring at the dog's rescuer

"This is how you treat your dog?" Anger has given way to cold focus; the dog's so-called owner has no idea that the stranger is cataloging his weak points.

"That dog is worthless! He had one job, guard the place--and he let some assholes in, they got two grand worth of tools."

"Maybe they fed him," replies the ex-assassin with exquisite courtesy.

"That worthless piece of shit doesn't deserve--" He doesn't finish the sentence because it's impossible with his head on backward.

The dog's rescuer looks down at the body. He should feel remorse, he knows. He's been thankful to be free, not to kill at Hydra's whim--but looking from the bloated corpse to the emaciated dog cringing nearby, he can't summon any regret.

When he picks up the dog, it's far lighter than it should be. He can count its ribs and every knob of its spine.

"Don't worry, old man," he says soothingly as it whines. "I'll get you fed and cleaned up. You'll never be chained again."

He strides back into the woods with his burden, as unobtrusively as he'd emerged. Now, though, he isn't alone. He has someone to talk to.

...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

NCIS (any), Any, what happens when the serial killer is one of your own

Not a fill...

[travels-in-time.livejournal.com]

...but you've read this (http://archiveofourown.org/works/565295), right?

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Jack the Ripper AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, tapping into their dark side

Fill: X-men, Eric/Charles, Distraction

[swirlsofblue.livejournal.com]

Their smiles to each other are sly dark things.

They move bridges and stadiums and sentinels.

And let the humans make their plastic bullets and plastic tanks and plastic prisons.

(When they really should be making psy-blockers).

The smiles, whether wide and shark-like, or smooth and subtle, both say 'Made you look'.

As they wind, slow and twining, a usurping foothold into every human mind.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Getting to Know Your Archnemesis

[tigriswolf]

Xena Warrior Princess, Hope, what happened between the basket in Brittania and releasing Callisto?

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, evil winchesters, killing for the fun of it

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, evil winchesters, hunting humans for sport

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, author's choice, Mad Engineers (http://mudbloodedslytherin.tumblr.com/post/152332490335/forgetyeahcomics-most-mad-scientists-in-movies)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Ultron (+ Tony Stark?), why isn't he called Stark's Monster? You know Tony loves the Shelley classic.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Blayce the Gallan + Thom of Trebond, Blayce the necromancer tries to summon Thom from the afterlife to talk about raising Duke Roger. Thom is as cranky as one might expect.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Kel + Alanna, talking about the different monsters they've dealt with, Alanna the literal ones and Kel the human ones

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, the serial killer lives a very quiet life, passing unnoticed among his/her/its victims

Bones, Lance Sweets

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

It's another dark night, another seedy bar, and another young blonde woman with a soft raspy voice who asks him with a sultry smirk, "Do you wanna get out of here?"

It's another ride to an unheard of motel in an unregistered car, with an unknown woman who fills out her dress a little to well for their meeting to be sheer coincidence. She puffs her hair in the passengers seat and resets her lipstick in the mirror, smacking her lips silently and waiting patiently. His hands tighten on the wheel.

It's another trip up steps at three in the morning, and another sixty dollars spent on a room to an employee too distracted by a television show to take notice of their faces. It's another few minutes of walking to the room with his bag in hand and locking the door behind them. Then there is once again another moment of hands and lips and noises reverberating through him that make his skin tingle and stomach recoil.

It's another minute he permits before the moans turn to gasps and hands go from pulling to desperate pushing. It's another last breath and look of terror that does everything for him touching doesn't, this is what seals the beginning to another one of his perfect nights.

(He disposes of every piece of evidence. He's gone through the process enough times before that he's able to finish everything efficiently and timely. No traces are left, no names were given, and no faces can be successfully identified.)

The night is perfect and he arrives home to his apartment with a shine in his eyes and blissed out smile.

The next morning he arrives at work greeted by Booth with a grim look and the usual phrase: "We have a body."

He nods his head, not for a moment considering it could be one of his, he'd done his job much too well to ever be discovered. He's not cocky but confident enough in his skill and work.

It's another day and another case and another evaluation to make of a sloppy killer. He looks at Booth and the rest of the team and nods his head, working an expected small shy smile onto his face.

"Ok. Let's go."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Negan, His first kill with Lucille.