tuesday: angst

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Hello once again, I am still beckonade and today's theme is angst. What's better than making your favorite characters suffer? Few things, in my opinion, so let's amp up the woe with some super-angsty prompts.

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...

+ Primeval, Helen/Stephen, there are no happy endings
+ Into the Badlands, Tilda, she still has nightmares
+ The Magicians, Quentin/Eliot, doomed


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[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Helen/Stephen, there are no happy endings

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Into the Badlands, Tilda, she still has nightmares

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

The Magicians, Quentin/Eliot, doomed

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any Grey Warden/any non-Warden, dealing with Darkspawn/Archdemon nightmares

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/author's choice, his PTSD keeps sending him down the wrong path

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any TV), any/any, waking up in sickbay with no recollection of how they got there

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age Inquisition, Inquisitor/any, learning to deal with life following the amputation

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, any knight, flashbacks to or reminders from the Chamber of the Ordeal

[ladyjane]

Any, Any, Death of a (canon) pet.
If the canon has slaves, could also be a favored slave.

Fill: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Because it's too long for a comment, I've posted it at Ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9481853

[ladyjane]

Supernatural, Any, Pondering &/or Committing Suicide -- author's option whether (s)he succeeds.

[ladyjane]

NCIS, AU, Gibbs, Franks, Kelly
Kelly survives, but suffers permanent injury (mental or physical. Also, she is placed in a safe house and reported dead - which Gibbs wouldn't find out until he comes out of that coma.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m,

And I love you
Like a broken record plays
But I'm a windowpane, a phantom limb
When I am watching you watch him
(Eric Hutchinson)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

Once upon a time I was falling in love
Now I’m only falling apart
(Bonnie Tyler)

FILL: Now There's Only Love In The Dark 1/2, Warning: Serious Illness, Implied Major Character Death

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Based on spoilers from the season finale. This entire thing is going behind a spoiler cut. Established relationship.


The radiation poisoning, true to what Steve's doctor had predicted, had produced some long-term consequences for Steve. He had eventually informed the others on the team of his condition, and everyone was of course concerned for the future. For about two years, Steve managed it fairly well and only had the occasional symptoms he had first described to Danny.

But lately, those "spells" had gotten more frequent and Steve had lost weight without any explanation. It had worried Danny, who insisted that Steve make an appointment with his doctor. He knew that Steve had gone to his appointment last week, and he was waiting for the results of various tests the doctor had done. He had seen Steve speaking to someone on his cell phone the previous afternoon with a serious expression on his face, but he had seemed cheerful for the rest of the day. It had been their first anniversary as a couple, and Steve and Danny had spent a lovely romantic evening together. But underneath the happiness that night, Danny swore that he could spot momentary flashes of sadness in Steve's eyes

Danny had always had the tendency to see the worst case scenario with things, and that hadn't changed now that he was finally with the man he loved. He never imagined Steve voluntarily leaving him, but he had feared for Steve's life many times over the years. Steve had survived things most people wouldn't, but Danny knew that his partner wasn't immortal.

That was why, when Steve came out of their house to go to work that morning and a shadow passed over his face, Danny felt dread sink into his gut. He knew, down to the bones, that something was wrong, even if he couldn't explain why.

Steve got into the driver's side of Danny's car, and Danny asked the question before he could lose his nerve. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Steve let out a sigh, which was the horrible confirmation Danny hadn't been looking for. "Let's just talk about it at work, okay."

Danny wanted to protest that they needed to talk about this now but Steve had already started the car and turned up the radio to a volume that would easily prevent conversation. Danny frowned, and as he waited to talk, his anxiety only grew. Steve, he noticed, seemed exhausted both physically and emotionally.

When they arrived at the Palace, they were the only ones there. They went into Steve's office, and even though they were all alone, Steve shut the door behind them quietly.

That was a bad sign, Danny knew. He started to feel nauseous, and Steve hadn't even told him the news yet. "What is it?"

Steve glanced away from Danny for a second, his eyes drifting off to some point beyond him. His voice, when he spoke, sounded far away. "Doctor Yen called yesterday, and it turns out that he did find something with one of those tests." He looked back at Danny, and his eyes reflected the same fear Danny felt. "It turns out I've got leukemia."

Leukemia. Cancer. Fuck. Danny could barely react as he tried to process the news, but his eyes were starting to fill with tears and he struggled breathe as he felt the walls of Steve's office start to close in on them.

"The good thing is that they caught it early, so hopefully, they'll be able to treat it, and I won't--"

"Please, don't finish that sentence," Danny begged. Even the idea of Steve dying... a pained noise escaped Danny's mouth, and he held his hand to his mouth in an attempt to keep it in.

Steve rubbed Danny's arm sympathetically. "Danno, it's going to be okay."

"How can you even say that?!" Danny's vision went blurry as the tears streamed unchecked down his face. "And how the hell did this even happen?"


"Dr. Yen said it was the radiation. Sometimes, cancers can develop later even if the level of exposure wasn't that high. If it's leukemia, it can appear two to ten years later, and well..." Steve trailed off with a miserable shrug.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
(Adele)

Fill: Jedi!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Rodney awoke, John was gone. Rodney cast about for him, but there was no sign of him. Then he checked his watch, and he was two hours overdue to start his shift.

No. No shift. Elizabeth had put the entire team on stand down. Where was John? Not the bathroom. Not the balcony outside Rodney's quarters. His clothes were gone. His lightsaber was gone.

Dammit. Rodney scrambled into his clothes, scooped up his radio. "McKay for Control, I need a twenty on John Sheppard."

"Roger that, McKay. Sheppard is in the sparring halls with Teyla."

Rodney toed on his shoes - he was missing a sock but really didn't have time to fuss about that - and headed out the door. "Thanks." If John was sparring with Teyla, that must have meant his memory was coming back, that he'd realigned himself with the gate translation system on the city.

He'd probably gone running; Jedi were apparently soldier enough that John was incapable of sleeping in.

John hadn't left a note, but he was still learning to write in English, and the gate's translation system didn't include written language, so that he hadn't left one didn't mean anything.

Last night had been incredible, had been amazing. Rodney had known there was something between them, something beyond mere physical attraction. The way John protected Rodney, deferred to him at times, seemed to stretch beyond the prophecy John's previous master had given him. John played chess with Rodney, and brought him coffee even if he hated the stuff himself, and he always made sure to save an extra share of dessert for Rodney at supper.

The way John had recognized Rodney despite the way he was supposed to be a blank slate, the fire in his eyes and the urgency of his kisses told Rodney all he needed to know: John loved him back.

When he got to the training hall, he saw John and Teyla sparring, Teyla with her bantos rods, John with a wooden sword. Both of them moved with breathtaking speed and grace. John was slender and wiry but strong. More than one Marine had tried to get the better of him, and they prevailed against him in terms of brute strength, but John was quick, John was smart, John was -

Yelping as Teyla sent his sword flying.

"You are not concentrating," she said. "Or perhaps you are concentrating too much - on something else."

John curled his hurt hand into a fist, bowed slightly at the waist.
"Apologies, your grace."

Rodney cleared his throat. "John."

He turned, as if just noticing Rodney, and Rodney frowned, because John always knew where he was, through The Force or some inner compass he had that always pointed to Rodney. John had always been tuned to Rodney, even before Beckett's ATA gene therapy worked.

"Master," he said.

Rodney realized that Teyla wasn't alone, that she had an audience of Marines, and they were all staring at him, because he never came to the sparring halls, not to watch and certainly not to train.

"Can we talk?"

"Apologies, Master, but Lady Teyla and I are training."

Rodney frowned. John always answered his beck and call, even if with an eye roll and blatant insolence. This polite, restrained refusal was -

Oh. John had his memory back. Remembered that he and Rodney hadn't been lovers before his forced Ascension. Or maybe he remembered their friendship but not being lovers?

If he'd forgotten, Rodney would just have to teach him again. Neither of them belonged to the military, and if O'Neill's comments the day before were any indication, he'd look the other way to what was happening on his team so long as it didn't have a negative effect.

"Please, it's important." Rodney tried to sound pleading but was pretty sure he'd come off snappish, if the way the Marines winced was any indication.

"If you insist."

"I do."

"Then excuse me, Lady Teyla. Maybe next time I'll be more focused." John bowed politely, went to put up his sword, and then followed Rodney out of the sparring hall.

As soon as they were out of earshot of the Marines, Rodney cast about for a place to have a private conversation.

"Look, about last night -"

"I'm sorry about last night," John said.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, "You'll never get this many people to come to my funeral."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers, "You mocked me once, never do it again! I died that day!"

[scribblemyname]

The Librarians, Eve/Flynn, everybody dies

[scribblemyname]

The Librarians, Stone/Cassandra or Cassandra/Jenkins, unrequited love

[scribblemyname]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Clint/Natasha + Clint/Laura, too late for us

[scribblemyname]

Roswell, any, what might have been

[scribblemyname]

Divergent Trilogy - Veronica Roth, Tobias/Tris, the calculation of loss

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Greek (or other) mythology, Any, You see, this is not love. A god commanding spilled blood become delicate blue flowers is not love.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Unrequited Love

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

"May I have this dance?"

When Joe asked the question, Caitlin's response was automatic. "I'm not much of a dancer, Joe," she told him with a rueful smile.

Joe didn't try to argue with her, just chuckled as he pointed towards the dance floor, where Cisco was trying - and failing in pretty spectacular fashion - to waltz with a friend of Iris's from college, a knockout brunette called Caroline. "Seems to be a lot of that going around," he observed and Caitlin shook her head as she tried to hide her own smile, loyalty to her friend demanding that much. "C'mon," he said, this time holding out his hand. "Father of the bride and chief bridesmaid, I'm fairly sure there's a law that we're required to dance... you don't want to tempt fate, do you?"

His lips were twitching but with the memory of what Iris and Barry had been through to get this far, there was more than a hint of truth to the old maxim that many a true word was spoken in jest. "Well," Caitlin said with a theatrical sigh, "if it's to keep Iris and Barry safe... I suppose I can take one for the team..."

Joe's skin was warm when his fingers curled around hers, almost as warm as his smile when he walked her to the dance floor. He slid his other hand around her waist as her hand moved to his back, between his shoulder blades and he moved her expertly to the rhythm of the music. "See?" he said after a moment. "You can dance."

Caitlin lifted one eyebrow. "I think that's more to do with my partner," she said and it looked like he was trying not to appear smug. He was succeeding about as well as Cisco was with his waltzing.

"Well then..." He let his voice trail off and she blinked as his hand left her back and he took a step away from her. Next thing she knew, their joined arms were moving upwards and he was spinning her underneath before pulling her back towards him again, bringing her back to her original position. She laughed as they pulled off the manoeuvre easily and he looked even more satisfied.

"Show off." But there was no rancour in her words, just like there was no real injury in the narrow eyed glare Cisco shot them as he once again stepped on Caroline's foot.

Joe shrugged. "One more time?"

Caitlin didn't blink, didn't speak, just nodded.

And as he spun her, for just a moment, she let herself daydream. Let herself imagine that her dress was a different colour, that she was adjusting to the weight of a new ring on her finger, that all these people were here, not for Barry and Iris, but for her and Joe. That they were dancing like this because it was their first dance as husband and wife, that this easy banter between them was the start of the rest of their lives together.

It was, she thought, a nice dream.

But, just like every time she'd dreamed it lately - and she'd been as surprised as anyone else would be to realise that her feelings had changed - she knew that it was a futile exercise. Joe didn't see her like that, never would, and Caitlin told herself firmly that that was ok. They were friends, would always be friends and maybe in some ways that was better.


But when he pulled her back to him again, when she caught the whiff of his cologne and the warmth of his body, it was hard to believe that.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, Jesus wants Daryl but Daryl is with someone else.