Hurt/Comfort Tuesdays
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schweinsty and today's theme is hurt/comfort. Mess up your favorite characters, then patch them back together!
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...
+ The Martian, Mark Watney + Team, Mark's touch-starved, but being around humans all the time again is a little overwhelming
+ Hot Fuzz, Nicholas Angel/Danny Butterworth, Next time it's Nicholas who gets shot and has to be looked after
+ Star Wars, Luke Skywalker + Han Solo, This gifset with Han as the comforter
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schweinsty and today's theme is hurt/comfort. Mess up your favorite characters, then patch them back together!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...
+ The Martian, Mark Watney + Team, Mark's touch-starved, but being around humans all the time again is a little overwhelming
+ Hot Fuzz, Nicholas Angel/Danny Butterworth, Next time it's Nicholas who gets shot and has to be looked after
+ Star Wars, Luke Skywalker + Han Solo, This gifset with Han as the comforter
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 2017 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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Date: 2017-01-17 03:31 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Jedi!John AU, McShep
Date: 2017-01-18 04:59 am (UTC)To nothing.
“McKay,” O’Neill said gently. “C’mon. Beckett needs to look you over.”
Rodney barely registered the gentleness of O’Neill’s tone. (O’Neill was never gentle, not as himself, Nathan, and not as his previous self, Jack.) But he allowed O’Neill to tow him over to the transporter. Rodney clutched John’s empty clothes tightly, his fingers white-knuckled. Right before the transporter doors slid clothes, Ford stuck a hand between them, and they slid back open. He and Teyla stepped into the transporter with them. Beckett and his medical team arrived before the doors closed, with their empty gurney and medical bags.
“We’ll get the next one.” Beckett’s eyes were dark with worry, and he lifted a hand to his radio, no doubt to reach out to Marie the charge nurse and make sure she was ready to receive them.
Rodney submitted to a medical exam placidly. His head was numb, his heart was pounding, and everyone’s voices were distant, muted. Whoever handled the exam did it briefly and without disturbing his grip on John’s clothes. He was fine. He hadn’t been hurt. He hadn’t been like Markham and Stackhouse, trapped in the event horizon. He hadn’t been like John, with an Iratus bug attached to his throat and feeding on him. He was fine. He was totally fine.
“I know you’re fine,” O’Neill said. “Let’s get you back to your quarters.”
Rodney was vaguely aware of Ford, Teyla, and O’Neill shuffling Rodney through the hallways of Atlantis to his quarters. Ford went ahead, clearing out unnecessary personnel so no one would see Rodney in this state (Ford running ahead was his eager irritating puppy self; Rodney would be grateful for his sensitivity later, when he wasn’t reeling from both the realization that he was in love with John Sheppard and John Sheppard was gone). Teyla and O’Neill supported Rodney on either side, because he wasn’t using his arms for balance, was clutching John’s clothes to his chest and refusing to let them go. They still smelled like him. They were still warm like him. They were bundled around his lightsaber.
O’Neill opened Rodney’s quarters with a thought, and he, Ford, and Teyla helped Rodney sit on the edge of his bed.
“Sir?” Ford asked. He still hadn’t wrapped his head around who O’Neill really was.
“Go on,” O’Neill said. “I got this.”
“Nathan,” Teyla began.
“I’ve wrangled scientists before,” O’Neill said. “Including ones who’ve lost the loves of their lives.”
Rodney was vaguely aware of the choked noise Ford made, of Teyla patting him on the shoulder, and then he heard the door to his quarters hiss shut. The bed creaked underneath O’Neill weight as O’Neill sat beside him.
“He’s not dead.”
Rodney let out a sound that was too much like a sob. “He’s gone. You saw it. There was a light and then his clothes were just - empty. And the Iratus bug -”
“He’s Ascended,” O’Neill said.
Rodney had read about it, heard people turned into glowy lights and faded, but the Iratus had been stealing John’s life force, and John had just - dissolved. Succumbed. Not like being fed on by a Wraith. An Iratus feeding was purer, deeper, more total.
John was gone, and all he’d left behind were his clothes, his lightsaber, his stupid Rebel Pilot wristband.
Rodney didn’t even have a picture of him.
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Date: 2017-01-17 03:36 pm (UTC)Fill: Sick Steve, Established Relationship, Pt 1/2
Date: 2017-01-18 03:12 am (UTC)Danny woke up as he felt Steve leaving their bed. He glanced over at the alarm clock and rolled his eyes. "Babe, why the hell are you getting up?"
Steve shrugged as if nothing was amiss, but Danny could tell that Steve's eyes were bleary from the flu he had caught. "I'm just going for my morning swim."
"A morning swim?!" Danny stood up, walking around the edge of the bed and pushing Steve back down. "Are you trying to develop pneumonia or something?!"
Steve shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm not all that sick." The loud, painful-sounding sneeze he let out proved that he was lying.
Danny set his mouth in a scowl and stuffed his stupid, irritating boyfriend in the blankets like he was a burrito. "Sure, you're not."
Steve smirked. "You know, if you're gonna shove me on the bed and order me around, there's more fun things we could do." Whatever weird attempt he was making to seduce Danny failed when he let out a cough full of phlegm and spat into a Kleenex that he pulled from the box near the bed.
Danny just shook his head at Steve and threw the used Kleenex in the wastebasket near the bed. "Whatever, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He pointed at Steve. "Do not move."
When Danny returned, Steve was leaning against the wall near the doorway, and his face was flushed. Danny sighed deeply. He hadn't really expected anything different, but it would have been nice if Steve could have complied with Danny's instructions for once.
"What did I tell you about not moving?" He gently began to push Steve back towards the bed.
Steve glanced back at Danny. "I was coming to find you because you were taking so long, but then the room started spinning. We really ought to get that fixed."
Danny rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything as he propped Steve back up against the pillows. Steve was clearly delusional from his fever.
Danny checked Steve's forehead and frowned when he noticed the high temperature. Luckily, he had prepared for this eventuality and put the wet washcloth he had gotten from the bathroom on Steve's forehead. Steve closed his eyes and sighed.
Danny poured out the cough syrup he needed to give Steve. "Come on. Drink this."
Steve opened his eyes and wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, that stuff tastes awful."
"I know, but you still have to drink it."
"Do I have to?" Steve whined.
Danny hadn't been around someone who acted this immature when they were sick since Grace was a toddler. By the time she was five, she was displaying more maturity than Steve was now.
"Just take the damn medicine."
Steve pouted, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the cough syrup. As far as Danny was concerned, that was a victory.
Danny opened the tub of Vick's Vapor Rub. "Almost done," he told Steve. "After this, you can go to sleep." Luckily, Danny had given Steve the night version of the cough syrup. He needed to get some rest.
Steve smiled at Danny as he started to rub the lotion onto his chest. "Is this your way of saying yes to my offer from earlier?"
Danny laughed. "Is this seriously turning you on right now?"
Steve frowned. "Sort of. I feel kind of too exhausted to have sex right now, but I miss it. I miss kissing you, too. I miss getting to do the things I normally would." He let out a longing gaze towards the window, where Danny had drawn the blinds so that the sunshine wouldn't bother Steve.
Danny had been annoyed by Steve's constant attempts to go do things he shouldn't, but he felt sorry for him at that moment. For someone who was as much of a control freak as Steve was, being sick and not having control of everything must have been upsetting.
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Date: 2017-01-17 03:41 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Royalty AU.
Date: 2017-01-18 12:24 am (UTC)In honesty, however, Evan would rather have gone down the carcerem than stand down their soldiers, would rather have seen the traitor executed for her betrayal and done it himself.
But he couldn't and he wouldn't.
No, the right to see her death belonged to their King and their Donem and he would not allow anyone to trample on that right. Not even himself.
“Carson!”
“Rodney... Stercore! What happened?”
“There was a woman!”
“You, get my discipulus! Rodney, what did this woman do?”
“I... I don't know!”
John stepped through the Astria Porta to find his sister waiting.
“What's happened?”
Her chin lifted a bit and Elizabeth told him, “It's Amelia.”
The carcerem was quiet when he arrived, though John hadn't expected otherwise. After all, she'd always been that way—soft-spoken, kept to herself, a loner—even when they were small, toddling around the grounds of his uncle's home on Proculus.
(He pushed those memories down and closed off his heart: he couldn't afford to be emotional nor to show her weakness.)
“Chaya.”
“John.”
“Given present and future circumstances, you will address me as Ioannes Rex.”
She cocked her head to the side, serene in a terrible way. “As you demand, Ioannes Rex.”
“Why?”
No reply.
“Sed damnare, Chaya, why? I can understand if you had come for me, I could even have come to understand if you'd gone after Rodney, but Amelia?”
Her gaze, dull and gone as if she were already dead, caught his at last, but a flash of something bright lit them for only a second and John felt ice in his veins, a sudden horrifying truth slotting into place.
“You sold your soul.”
“I freed it,” she retorted, “Hallowed be the Ori.”
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Date: 2017-01-17 03:51 pm (UTC)Fill (AC: B era)
Date: 2017-06-29 09:56 pm (UTC)"Ah-ah-tchoo! Dammit!" - That one meant that Shaun needed more decongestant and to get away from his computer screen.
"Hey, Shaun?" Desmond asked, keeping his voice studiously neutral. Shaun grunted in reply, partly to show he was listening and partly to show that he was doing something Far More Important. "You want to go to the local Conad with me? I know we need some supplies. Maybe it would be good for you to get some fresh air."
"Fuck off, Desmond, I need fresh air like I need a hole in the head," Shaun grumbled. I would love to go with you but I'm afraid if I do people will die, Desmond's brain helpfully translated.
Some time later, Desmond made his way over to Shaun's workstation, where the historian/tactician was huddled miserably over his computer, typing feverishly. Silently, Desmond held out a mug of (proper, English) tea that had been boiled the correct, English amount, with the correct, English amount of milk and the correct, Shaun-specific amount of sugar.
"Fuck off, Desmond," Shaun griped, taking the mug and continuing to type one-handed.
"You're welcome, Shaun."
Later that night (or possibly early the next morning, it was impossible to really know so far beneath Monteriggioni) Shaun was tossing and turning in his sleeping bag, shivering audibly.
"Hey, Shaun?" Desmond asked, voice pitched low.
"Fuck off," Shaun sniped, without heat.
"I've, um, been having some really bad Bleeding Effect dreams. Can I zip our bags together for a while? It helps ground me in what's real if there's someone nearby," Desmond lied through his teeth, playing up on the whole you-guys-are-going-to-kill-my-brain-with-the-Animus angle. Shaun was silent and still for about three minutes. Then came the sound of his sleeping bag being unzipped.
"Fine, then, if you must," he groaned, grudgingly.
"You're welcome, Shaun."
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Date: 2017-01-17 04:24 pm (UTC)(and then Kevin and Ray comfort each other*)*Totally optional
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Date: 2017-01-17 06:12 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Royalty AU.
Date: 2017-01-18 03:19 am (UTC)He couldn't.
(“Take them home,” Carson had murmured to John once he'd returned from the carcerem, “Atlantis will let me know if any of her vitals so much as blips.”
“Certus es?”
“I am. I've given her antidotum and all she's going to want to do for the next few days is sleep, it would be better in her own home.”
John nodded, relieved a little though still scared for his daughter. “The fluids...?”
“Ah, that line stays in place until I personally see her able to take in liquids and keep it down.”
“I'll make sure that Rodney knows.”
“Please. I'll not have him teaching her his own poor habits.” Carson gave his King a warm smile, reaching out to squeeze John's shoulder gently, then added, “Take my darling girl home.”)
Understandable, he felt, given how the day had been: he'd woken on Avalon, expecting to spend the day meeting with Praetor O'Neill and the Consilia, but that had all gone to hell when Rodney's request for him to come home arrived. He'd seen flashes of red when he arrived in the Valetudinarium to find his infant daughter seizing, shivering, and Rodney teetering between frantic and hysterical.
It'd taken every ounce of his control not to go straight to Chaya when Evan had come and told him outright the name of the traitor, the one who'd tried and failed to assassinate the Corona Regia.
“I didn't even recognize her.”
John's eyes snapped left, catching Rodney's; between them, Amelia lay on her back, asleep and peaceful. Her skin was flushed from the medicinae circulating through her body, but it would abate in time as it bound the poison into an inert formulation.
“I swear, John. I just saw a woman lean close to her and then she was...”
“Shh, it's all right.” John reached across to grab his husband's hand and thread their fingers together. “You weren't meant to recognize her and even if you had, why would you have doubted a member of our family getting close to her?”
“Even worse, I let a stranger near her.”
“Her people. You were letting her people close,” he reminded, so many conversations in the months of her gestation flooding back that now John regretted—they'd ignored so much of convention in their lives, why had they stuck with that one? “I think they'll understand if we are less hands-on with her in the future.”
“I still...”
John sighed, leaned up on one hand and slung a leg across the expanse. He was skillful in keeping his weight well off of Amelia, but he took his other hand back as he leaned close to Rodney and kissed him warmly. “She's home and she's safe and if Evan has his way, she will not leave the Conclave Regium until Radek perfects the old shield device Elizabeth removed from the museum.”
Rodney nodded shakily and John rolled back to his place on Amelia's other side, laying a hand on her chest. For a few moments, they were all quiet, the two men taking in the reality of how close they'd come to losing the little girl they adored more than they'd ever expected.
Then, in a soft voice and without looking away from her face, Rodney said, “I think for a little while, I want her to sleep in here. With us. Her praesepe will fit by the window.”
“No,” John answered, “dormivit lecto.”
He'd dig his out of his mother's effects if he had to, though he knew Elizabeth had used one with her children and doubted that she'd object if he asked to borrow it.
(Actually, that is almost exactly what would happen the following morning: John would ask to use Elizabeth's and she would promise to lend it to him. Only, she'd tell Laura who'd tell Evan who'd tell Carson who, the busybody he could be, sent word to Caldwell to take a letter to Lady Emmagan...
Elizabeth would tell him, “She deserves better than her cousins' cast offs.”)
“My side of the bed, then. Please.”
“Of course.”
Rodney let out a breath, and finally relaxed against the bedlinens.
John kept watch.
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