Monday: grief

[tigriswolf]

Subject: Day of the Week: Theme [including the day of the week and theme is mandatory!]

Hello, everyone. I’m tigriswolf and today's theme is grief. Prompts can be anything about mourning and grieving, anguish and heartbreak.

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.
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
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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



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[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Silent Hill 2, James Sunderland, a grief of his own making

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Supernatural - Sam Winchester - mourning about the death of a vampire

Fill: Supernatural - Sam Winchester - mourning about the death of a vampire

[dunderklumpen.livejournal.com]

Sam looked at the decaptated body at his feet. He was surprised by the sudden grief he felt. Usually it was easier when he thought of them as monsters. Things that were so far detached from humanity that it didn't matter when he killed them; that he was saving people and helping the world.
But the truth was that with every kill he became more like them. He knew what monsters really looked like...

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

any fandom - any character - grief won't last forever

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon - sometimes he doesn't know why he's still fighting

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

any fandom - any character - Missing you comes in waves, tonight I'm, drowning (unknown author)

FILL: SPN, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Fic is too long to post here, so its on A03 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9983219).

Hope you like it, here is a snip-it. Hugs!

(It has been seven days since the fire…since they left Stanford behind in a blaze of heat when Dean pulled Sam out of the burning inferno that consumed Jessica and burned her on the ceiling. The haunting sorrow swells in Sam’s chest, a thicker dread that drills into his ribcage and breaks open his heart. So much sadness and darkness linger in the days following, no sign of sunlight in sight.

Sam throws his mind into hunting in a desperate attempt to keep haunting memories at bay, but when he lays down for the evening, the nightmares return to torment him. He awoke with a startled gasp, hazel eyes wide and frantic, cheeks flushed and chest tight with fear. A flash of Jessica mirrors in his mind, heat scorching her pale, smooth skin as she was ravaged by the flames.

Sam grimace as her memory plays in his mind. Jessica, gorgeous and smiling, mere inches from his touch. She reaches out to touch his cheek and he gasps when he swears he feels her touch. Another night, another nightmare of his loved one dying in front of his eyes and he was powerless to stop it. )

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Lucifer - Lucifer Morningside, Dr. Linda Martin - grief is just word with no meaning

Fill: this is messy I'm sorry:3

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Dr. Linda looks at him, eyes calculating and clinical interest in her smile, and says, "You know, I was told once, that grief is just a word with no meaning."

She states it like a fact, and her posture radiates calm and curious. Her eyes search his face for any sign of a reaction, and he finds pleasure in her disappointment when he gives her nothing.

She stares and he stares back and pushes everything he can't say down deeper inside.

He wants to laugh, to stand and scream in her face. To ask her what she knows of grief, what any mortal knows, could know, have known.

(The first, and one of the only he thinks, mortals to truly know of grief is Cain. The first brother, first murder, first earthly son: the boy who lost everything, cast out of everything known, by God himself.

He doesn't look too closely at the similarities between the two of them, too afraid of what he will find: two cast out sons who wouldn't bow and desired love.)

He wants to say: do you know what it feels like to fall? To wake in your own ashes, still burning and healing all at once because you are alive as much as you are dead: halfway surviving a devastating drop with an agony surrounding you that never completely goes away.

He wants to scream, did you see your brother's and sister's faces as you fell? Raw sorrow ripping through your heart at each look - some angry, some betrayed, some devastated, some hungry, some joyous, some pleased, but in the end they're all the same as they watched him fall fall fall until they couldn't see anymore - nearly as painful as dear old dad's initial blow.

He wants to show her his true face, the one he buries deep deep down. The one he hid from his brothers and sisters, the one God grew to hate, taught humanity to fear. He wants to say: you know nothing of loss, nothing of the agony that first strikes and the numb bitterness it instills in you, buried deep beneath your skin like another layer.

You know nothing of grief; I watched my siblings faces as I fell, fell from the pedestal my father placed me upon and then knocked me from, watched as he created new beings to occupy his time and taught them to hate me. I lost everything but my existence, the one thing I desired to be truly rid of, and you talk to me of grief?

He wants to say it all, screams it, whisper it so long as someone will hear.

(Hear but not listen, that's the trick isn't it?)

But instead he looks her straight in the eye, and smiles when he sees bumps rise on her flesh, "You know, love, I think I've heard that too."

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any, After years of trying to have a baby they finally conceive and end up losing the child during the course of the pregnancy.

Not A Fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

I wrote a miscarriage fic that relates to this prompt, if you're interested:

13 weeks (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9467201)

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Daniel Jackson, The irony is that he outlives them all.

FILL: Stargate, Daniel Jackson (references to Daniel/Vala), Finally At Peace

[switch842.livejournal.com]

It's the rain, of all things, that takes the first of them. A too wet road and tires that should have been replaced 5000 miles ago are the cause of Daniel standing at a graveside on a sunny Thursday afternoon. Sam, Mitchell, Teal'c, Vala, Cassie and General Landry are by his side. The entire Atlantis team a row behind them. Colonel Davis gives a moving eulogy that has everyone discreetly wiping their eyes. Jack's coffin is lowered into the grave and something in Daniel just has to laugh. He's heard enough stories from his teammates about his own funerals that standing here, now.... He just doesn't know what to do. If he doesn't laugh, he'll just completely fall apart and he cannot do that in front of everyone. That he saves for later, at home with Vala. Jack had been the dearest friend he'd ever had, the greatest leader the Stargate program could have ever wished for. The light in the world is now a little dimmer for this loss.

Mitchell goes down testing a new fighter jet. Integrated with alien tech and tested for over 6 years before it was deemed ready for its first real test flight in the atmosphere, it had flown beautifully. Smooth and cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter. Mitchell's voice over the intercom was pure joy and excitement. And then it was all gone. A giant fireball in the sky and empty casket are the honor he gets.

Teal'c dies heroically in battle. Off-world, on a mission with another team. They were ambushed by the inhabitants and Teal'c had practically lost his leg in an explosion and bled out before the medic could get to him. Those that survived bring back their fallen teammates, ashen faced and weary with grief. They give him a proper Jaffa burial that is attended by hundreds from dozens of planets. Daniel is pale with heartbreak and despair. Vala is his source of strength upon their return to Earth.

Sam leaves them a few month after Teal'c. Silently battling cancer that had been too aggressive for even the most advanced alien tech they had at their disposal. She had requested a small funeral and those still left kept her wishes. The O'Neill Intergalactic Center, formerly the SGC, renamed the science wing in her honor.

Many years later, Vala dies in her sleep, Daniel at her side. There are few left to mourn her. Sure, there are stories still being told of her exploits and adventures, but no one who truly knows her the way they did. The ceremony is small, but touching. Vala had been through much in her life and Daniel had barely been able to get through his speech before collapsing with grief. Her name is added to the plaque in the Gateroom with all the fallen members of SG-1.

Of all the ways he imagined the end of his life, and all the ways his life had ended in the past, it's much more peaceful than he could have hoped for. Daniel is in his hospital bed, his breath coming short and ragged. A bright light fills the room and Daniel feels a peace and comfort he had not felt for many years. He smiles at the familiar face of his former father-in-law and goes with him. When the nurses check on him later, all they find is an empty bed and a discarded hospital gown.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir/Rodney McKay, Grieving for Elizabeth.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Skyfall, James Bond/Q, When a double oh grieves, someone bleeds.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Reign, Mary Stuart/Francis Valois + Catherine de' Medici + Nostradamus, He'd seen Francis dying, but when Catherine died instead, all his visions of Francis' future changed. Grief is odd to navigate when you know you're alive because someone else died.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Losing a pet.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
(Mary Elizabeth Frye)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, not everyone who ascends comes back

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, The five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney refuses to believe John is gone because he always somehow bucks the odds

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, helping a child through their first loss (pet/relative/friend/etc)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio Auditore + Claudia Auditore + Mario Auditore, mourning Giovanni, Federico and Petruccio while settling into life in Monteriggioni

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, laughing during a funeral

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Major Character Death

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(Set after 5.12 You're Welcome.)

They lower Cordelia's body into the grave, and Angel starts laughing.

He feel's Fred gentle, cautious touch on his arm. She probably assumes that he's lost his mind, which isn't too far from the truth. "Angel?"

Angel shakes his head, hysterical laughter still pouring forth from his body. "She would have hated this. Everybody is all sad and wearing black. She would have hated this so much."

Angel can sense everyone frowning at him, some in confusion, but all he can do is stare at the tombstone and remember Cordelia when she was still alive. She always telling him that he "might think about mixing up the black on black look" and doing anything she could to get him to stop "brooding."

But she isn't around anymore, and now they're having this funeral for her. This funeral that would probably annoy her if she was capable of being annoyed. She isn't capable of being annoyed anymore, and she isn't here to urge him to "snap out of it." The thought sobers Angel again, hitting him with a tidal wave of grief so strong that he's tempted to dive into the grave after her body, if only so that he won't have to be parted from her again.

Fred draws away when the laughter dissolves into sobs, and distantly, Angel can hear Wesley telling Fred to give him some space. He falls to his knees in front of the grave that is being filled with dirt to cover her coffin.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. They had this burial at night so that Angel could come, but Angel wouldn't be too concerned if the sun rose over the horizon right now. At least, that way, he could still be with Cordelia.

Spike grips him by the shoulder and tugs him upward. "Stand up, you git. She wouldn't want you to act like this."

Angel shakes off Spike's hold, but he allows himself to be pulled upward. His grandchilde is right. Cordy wouldn't want him to fall apart because of her.

Angel takes a couple of steps and steadies himself by holding onto her tombstone. Even in death, she's the only thing that keeps him from collapsing.

Once the burial is finished, the others slowly begin to leave. Angel only starts to go with them when Lorne pushes him forward.

"Come on, strudel. You can come back tomorrow."

Angel bites his lip to contain another cry and casts one last, longing look back at her tombstone, where her body rests. Her soul has long since departed, but that's as close as Angel will ever get to Cordy again.

Tomorrow, he thinks. He will come back tomorrow and every night after that until he can see her face again. That idea gives him enough strength to reluctantly leave Cordelia and return to Wolfram and Hart, at least for now.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, Garrett Hawke/any, mourning Leandra

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Alanna/George, missing Faithful and Thom and Liam

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TNG, Data +/ any, trying to understand grief

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any mortal/immortal pairing, the immortal partner dies

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, her father isn't dead, but he might as well have been since he's made such an effort to be unreachable, and she has to accept it and move on.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Carol Peletier, there's no time to mourn for Sophia.