TERRIFYING TUESDAY: hurt/comfort
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hanorganaas here with another prompt. Today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Sometimes after a trying someone needs some tender loving care. Whether its tending to someone's wounds or giving them a hug. Make it fluffy or make it angsty.
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.
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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...
+ Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Comfort Sex
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Tending to his wound[s]
+ Supergirl, Jimmy Olsen/Kara Danvers, Post battle Shower.
+ Any, Author's Choice, Aftercare.
+ Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Snuggling after a Nightmare.
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hanorganaas here with another prompt. Today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Sometimes after a trying someone needs some tender loving care. Whether its tending to someone's wounds or giving them a hug. Make it fluffy or make it angsty. 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...
+ Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Comfort Sex
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Tending to his wound[s]
+ Supergirl, Jimmy Olsen/Kara Danvers, Post battle Shower.
+ Any, Author's Choice, Aftercare.
+ Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Snuggling after a Nightmare.
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.
tag=hurtandcomfort
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Date: 2016-11-15 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-11-15 03:31 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse, Family AU, TW: violence
Date: 2017-03-25 10:39 pm (UTC)The video of the attack had gone viral online. Skipper had called to explain what was going on, about the video, for Frank and Wendy to be prepared for questions. Wendy, because she was stronger than Frank was, asked how she could see the video. So she could know.
It was horrific. Those men, ganging up on Cam, Tyler stepping in to defend him and getting swatted aside, and then the man dragging a struggling Cam from his chair, Cam who was struggling to get to Tyler, protect him.
And then Evan and JD bursting onto the scene, Evan moving to protect Tyler, and JD -
Cam hadn’t been kidding. Young as JD was, he was no child. The way he moved - Frank had seen those moves. Learned a few of them himself. JD, whoever he really was, had some serious Special Forces training. And his utter lack of hesitation about diving into the fray and laying all those men out, breaking them brutally with his bare hands - that was a trained reflex. People weren’t born with the ability to commit that level of violence upon each other. JD was a soldier.
And he’d saved Cam’s life.
Wendy had wept once the video finished.
Frank had gone to throw up.
As soon as the sun came up, neighbors and relatives would be calling with concerns and condolences and well-wishes for Cam, but now, in the darkness before the dawn, it was just their family and friends.
Vala was asleep in one of the guest rooms. She was some kind of civilian contractor with the military program Cam and Evan had once belonged to, that Rodney and John still worked for. She’d been sent along to facilitate Cam’s medical care, to get him stable enough to move. Major Cartwright, Mr. Woolsey, John, and Rodney had gone along on the Life Flight back to Colorado Springs. Whatever Vala had done for Cam, it had made her pale and exhausted, and she hadn’t been up for travel. She apologized profusely for imposing on them, but Wendy had had hugged her breathless.
JD was, by all reports, still at the hospital, staying with Evan, who’d had a very rough time of things. John, in his phone call from the helicopter, had been very hopeful about Evan’s prognosis, that he’d be released in the morning, and someone from the Air Force would be by to make sure Evan, JD, Tyler, and Vala all returned to Colorado Springs. Cam would be receiving cutting-edge medical care at the hospital under Cheyenne Mountain. Frank and Wendy were welcome to stay at Casa Atlantica once Cam was released, so they could spend time with him. Anyone in the family was welcome. And maybe getting out of Kansas would help them avoid the worst of the press vultures, which the Air Force was also apparently going to handle.
Eventually, after Frank had nodded off a few times, Wendy convinced him it was time to go to sleep.
He lay in bed, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. When both of his sons had made it into the Academy, he’d been so proud, and he’d always been quietly terrified of the day an officer showed up at the door with a letter to deliver. But he’d never contemplated the thought of losing his sons to anything but combat or old age.
He drifted off, woke only after a few hours - still with the military internal clock - and dressed, wheeled himself into the kitchen.
He could hear someone speaking quietly in the den and paused, listened. Tyler. Speaking to his girlfriend, Brenda. Assuring her all was well, his family was all right, they were coming home soon. He sounded calm and brave, and then he said love you too, ‘bye, and there was a pause.
And a sniffle.
Tears.
Fill 2/2: Stargate Multiverse, Family AU, TW: violence
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From:Re: Fill 2/2: Stargate Multiverse, Family AU, TW: violence
From:no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:03 pm (UTC)Fill, Star Trek Voyager, Kathryn Janeway
Date: 2016-12-19 09:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill, Star Trek Voyager, Kathryn Janeway
From:no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:04 pm (UTC)Fill, Original
Date: 2016-12-06 02:49 am (UTC)Re: Fill, Original
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Date: 2016-11-15 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:31 pm (UTC)Filled: SGA, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne, OFC, Gen
Date: 2017-08-27 11:49 pm (UTC)Filled: SGA, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne, OFC, Gen
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Date: 2016-11-15 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 04:33 pm (UTC)FILL - The Boondock Saints, Murphy + Connor MacManus
Date: 2016-11-15 10:04 pm (UTC)“Third fucken ambush this month,” he frowned at the fresh blood where one of the goons’ blades had sliced through his jeans.
“We’re gettin’ more famous.” Connor stashed his Glock in his waistband and hissed at the throbbing in his gut. One of those clowns had nailed him pretty good with the butt of a shotgun. “I don’t know about you, but I sure could use a beer.”
“Whiskey,” Murphy countered, as he slowly got to his feet.
“Aye,” Connor agreed, reaching for his brother’s offered hand.
Re: FILL - The Boondock Saints, Murphy + Connor MacManus
From:RE: Re: FILL - The Boondock Saints, Murphy + Connor MacManus
From:2nd Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Jeannie Miller/Kaleb Miller
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Date: 2016-11-15 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 05:42 pm (UTC)(short-ish) Fill
Date: 2017-04-18 03:58 pm (UTC)By the time she stepped inside her quarters, Christine was moving on memory alone, her eyes almost shut. A quick visit of the head later, she was dressed in some comfortable pajamas.
Coming out of the head, Christine moved to the sleeping area. Sensing her girlfriend's presence, she flopped down on the bed. She then moved until her head was next to Nyota's hip.
Opening her eyes, she glanced into her worried girlfriend's face. "Read to me?" Christine requested, flicking her eyes to the old-fashioned book Nyota was holding.
After a searching look, Nyota began to read. It was in a language Christine could not understand. But she didn't care. She closed her eyes and let Nyota's calm voice wash over her.
One of Nyota's hands moved into Christine's hair. With the petting and the soothing voice, Christine drifted off to sleep, her headache forgotten.
Re: (short-ish) Fill
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Date: 2016-11-15 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 07:40 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Ebola Outbreak AU.
Date: 2016-11-16 10:32 pm (UTC)John lifted one eyelid at Rodney, then muttered, “Love you too,” before closing his eye and resumed dozing.
Hey, it took a lot out of a man to fight Ebola and resist the urge to murder their partner. (Rodney was being overly worried which meant overly protective which meant he. Kept. Waking. John. Up. A strict no-no that John had even made Rodney promise in their wedding vows.)
“No, no, this is a good thing! All along we've been trying to reverse engineer a vaccine using the blood of people who'd died and those who've recovered, comparing them in an effort to find how to block it. But you solve it! You're immune, John. Immune.”
“This doesn't feel like immunity.”
Rodney shrugged. “You've been in the middle of an outbreak since before we even knew it was an outbreak, so it is possible that you contracted a mutated form which is a little terrifying to think about after all the work we've been putting in...”
John snapped, “Rodney,” having finally sat up. “Breathe. Oxygen is necessary for life.”
It took a second, but the chatter stopped and Rodney, PPE crinkling as he moved in the thick suit, sat down beside him on the bed. “You know bedside manner is not my forte.”
“Yep. I was pretty sure Dr. Landry was going to skin you alive during our residency.”
“Ha. Ha. But really... you're going to be fine,” Rodney broke into a small, hopeful grin, “and I'm going to use your blood to save the lives of millions.”
“Am I going to get to retain any of my blood for this, because I'm going to need at least a few pints to sustain life.”
Rodney shook his head fondly. “Eh, maybe.”
Re: Fill. Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Ebola Outbreak AU.
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Date: 2016-11-15 07:40 pm (UTC)Fill: The Untamed/MZDS, gen, the Lans, TW: dead pet
Date: 2020-09-24 01:56 am (UTC)“Excess displays of emotions are forbidden in the Cloud Recesses,” Uncle said.
Lan Xichen strode down the hill as quickly as he could muster.
After all, running was forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.
Several children were gathered on the grassy slope beyond the kitchens and student dormitories where the rabbits lived - the rabbits Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian had found in the Cold Pool Cave.
Uncle stood amidst the children, along with Lan Zhan. It took Lan Xichen a moment to recognize the wailing child - Lan Jingyi, who was the loudest of the children.
“Uncle, Lan Zhan, what is the matter?” Lan Xichen asked, keeping his tone measured and calm.
“Zewu-jun, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” A farmer stood beside Uncle. He held a dead rabbit in his hands.
The rabbit was adorned with a bloodstained white forehead ribbon.
Lan Xichen stared.
Lan Jingyi wailed, “Fei Fei was A-Yuan’s favorite bunny!”
Uncle said, “Pets are forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.”
A-Yuan, standing beside Lan Jingyi, was gazing at the dead rabbit, silent, tears rolling down his little face.
While it was true that pets were forbidden, the rabbits had been living in the Cold Pool Cave with Lan Yan herself, and so they’d been allowed to live on the hillside near the Cloud Recesses, and if children fed them, no one minded.
And if the locals set traps just beyond the borders of the Cloud Recesses, no one minded.
Lan Zhan scooped up A-Yuan, took several deliberate steps so he was beyond the border of the Cloud Recesses, and then knelt down, gathered A-Yuan into his arms.
“I am sorry, my son,” he said quietly. “Fei Fei is gone.”
The farmer, upon hearing Lan Zhan call A-Yuan my son, turned pale. “Hanguang-jun, it ran into my trap, I -”
Lan Zhan lifted his head and cast the man a cold look.
He fell silent.
A-Yuan sobbed into his father’s shoulder.
Lan Xichen knelt and scooped up another rabbit, handed it to the farmer. “I know you must feed your family,” he said quietly. “But we must give Fei Fei a proper burial.”
The farmer surrendered the little rabbit’s corpse and accepted the live rabbit and hurried away.
Lan Jingyi’s mother arrived and scooped him up, apologized to Uncle, and hurried away.
Lan Xichen turned to the other children and told them to go back to the parents.
Uncle remained, frowning. He still didn’t like that Lan Zhan had taken in a child of unknown parentage, Lan Zhan who’d defied the clan elders, Lan Zhan who was still quietly in love with Wei Wuxian.
It was the curse of the Lans - to fall in love once, and to fall deeply, and to never waver.
“Uncle,” Lan Xichen said quietly, “A-Yuan has already lost one set of parents. Perhaps a rabbit is small, in the grand scheme of things, but to his already wounded heart, it is another unbearable wound.”
Uncle nodded.
While Lan Zhan continued to hold his son, Lan Xichen held Fei Fei, and Uncle rolled up his sleeves and summoned a junior disciple to bring a spade, and then he dug a small grave. When A-Yuan was ready, they laid Fei Fei to rest, and they covered her body over, and A-Yuan placed a stone for the marker, and Lan Xichen played a song on his flute to mark her passing.
By the end of it all, A-Yuan had worn himself out, and Lan Zhan carried him back to the Jingshi to put him to bed.
“Will A-Yuan be all right?” Uncle asked.
“Lan Zhan and I turned out all right,” Lan Xichen said.
Uncle glanced at him. “Did you?”
Lan Xichen said, “We turned out well, and A-Yuan will turn out better, because he will have all three of us looking after him.”
Uncle sighed and fell into thoughtful silence.
The next day, he commissioned hutches for the rabbits. Just in case.
Re: Fill: The Untamed/MZDS, gen, the Lans, TW: dead pet
From:Re: Fill: The Untamed/MZDS, gen, the Lans, TW: dead pet
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Date: 2016-11-15 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-15 07:42 pm (UTC)Not a Fill But A Fic That Coincidentally Fit the Prompt
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