Tuesday: Hurt/Comfort
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drabblewriter and today's theme is hurt/comfort. Today is about hurting our characters, then making them feel a little (or a lot) better.
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 Adventure Zone, Kravitz/Taako, the amount of people killed fighting the Hunger is running Kravitz ragged
+ The Adventure Zone, Taako & Lup, he begs her to forgive him for forgetting her
+ Descendants, any, feeling homesick but not really wanting to go back to the Isle
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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drabblewriter and today's theme is hurt/comfort. Today is about hurting our characters, then making them feel a little (or a lot) better. 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 Adventure Zone, Kravitz/Taako, the amount of people killed fighting the Hunger is running Kravitz ragged
+ The Adventure Zone, Taako & Lup, he begs her to forgive him for forgetting her
+ Descendants, any, feeling homesick but not really wanting to go back to the Isle
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: 2017-09-12 11:34 am (UTC)Any Any/Any Forehead Kiss
Date: 2017-09-12 12:52 pm (UTC)He went into the kitchen a made the coffee. Hopefully, that would appease Magnus' inner beast. Alec shrugged, probably not, but it was worth a shot. He poured two cups of coffee and made his way back into the bedroom.
"Morning." Alec said, trying to sound cheerful. Hoping Magnus would be in a better mood than yesterday.
Alec was greeted with a grunt from the form under the covers. Alec rolled his eyes as he placed the coffee on the nightstand next to him.
He patted the form. "Come one, it's not that bad." The body rolled over and grunted again at him.
"Magnus, it's just a cold. Everyone gets them. You're not dying and it's not the end of the world."
With that, Magnus flung the covers off to glare at Alec. "How would you know?" Magnus demanded as his eyes narrowed to look at Alec.
"Because, I've had the common cold before. Everyone gets it. Yes, you'll be miserable for a few days, but eventually you'll get better." Alec smiled, trying to appease his boyfriend.
Magnus just gave him the response of "Hmm" before pulling the covers back over himself. Alec sighed. "Okay, be that way. I guess you don't want the coffee I brought you. I'll just dump it out." Alec went to grab the coffee but was stopped by the arm that had snaked out from under the covers.
"Touch my coffee and I will light you on fire." Magnus grumbled at him as he pushed the covers down and sat up. He reached for his coffee and took a sip. His lips twitched into a half smile at Alec. "Thank you."
Alec bent down and placed a kiss on Magnus' forehead. "You're welcome and I hope you feel better." Alec said as he went to get himself ready for the day.
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Date: 2017-09-12 02:46 pm (UTC)Re: Any Any/Any Forehead Kiss
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Date: 2017-09-12 11:47 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2019-06-08 01:57 pm (UTC)Two of Dean’s fingers are disengaged and his right ankle is sprained. He spits blood, his bottom lip cut and bleeding. He wobbles like a newborn colt as Dad leads him into the room, John bolsters the vast majority of Dean's weight against his side to keep him upright.
Dean’s breathing hard between his clenched teeth and his eyes are glassy and wet, like he has been crying, or fighting back tears to appear brave in front of his father. Sam lingers by the doorway, big brown doe eyes wide and worried, his fingers fidgeting around the hem of his black hand-me-down AC/DC shirt that hangs huge on his skinny frame. The shirt belonged to Dean until he hit his growth spurt and out grew it.
Three bloody rags douse the table as John patches up Dean, the fabric trickling red against the lively cherry wood. Sam startles when Dean lets out a yowling whimper of torment, heaving between gripped teeth. Dean has never fussed, not ever, and has never whimpered. He generally put on a bold face, even when he is harmed, he smiles and bears it, cocky big brother as ever.
Sam believes they should go to the hospital, but John seems to working some kind of magic with his medical training; stiches are weaved, wounds are patched up with alcohol and gauze. A few pills and some whiskey slightly shush Dean’s broken whimpers.
Sam wants to argue with his father, Dean is injured greatly and needs professional help, yet it seemed like with John’s skill, Dean is cured, as much as possible, that is. Sam moves a little closer when Dad starts in on the ribs, wrapping them with an ace bandage before lightly pressing a homemade ice pack against them. By now, Dean seems a little bit out of it. His head lolls, he is not whimpering any more, and his eyelids are heavy and dropping.
Sam glances at John, questioning and worried. Dad smiles, a little sad but comforting, brushing a hand gently through Sam’s hair. “He will be alright, Sammy. I promise. He just got really bang up. Help me get him into bed, he needs to rest.”
Sam takes Dean’s hand, careful of the two once broken fingers that have been reset by John and held together with a homemade splint. Together, they get Dean settled into bed, and Sam doesn’t care if he is too old to sleep next to Dean; he crawls in bed beside his older brother, laying his head next to Dean’s on the big, fluffy pillow.
John doesn't scold Sam nor advise him that they are much too old to share a bed. Rather, he tenderly tucks the sheets over both his young men and kisses their temples, before leaving on a supplies run. Dean will require more pharmaceutical and a change of gauzes, and some solace nourishment like chicken noodle soup for when he wake. There is a store up the street therefore he won't be gone lone, he does not wish to be far from his children for a really long time.
Dean slips off into a simple rest on account of the medication, yet Sam stays awake, his fingers twisted around the amulet on his sibling’s neck. He doesn’t realize there are tears in his eyes until he whispers “Please, don’t ever leave me, Dean. I...I love you.”
His voice is soft and small, like his words are meant to be a secret. Only they are not. It is not a secret he loves his brother. It is not a secret his heart breaks with the thought of his brother dying, and as Dean sleeps, Sam sniffles softly, begging his sibling, “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
Dean sleeps on as Sam cuddles closer to him, holding him as if to never let him go.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL!
Date: 2019-06-08 10:46 pm (UTC)“Don’t go where I can’t follow.” This captures them perfectly.
Re: FILL!
Date: 2019-06-14 12:38 am (UTC)Boy, John giving his fourteen-year-old painkillers and whiskey instead of taking him to a hospital really says something, huh?
Oh, boys. :( This is just so moody and somber. Thanks for writing it for me.
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Date: 2017-09-12 08:44 pm (UTC)FILL: Teen Wolf, Fluff/mates
Date: 2019-06-18 05:11 pm (UTC)Trying to catch his breath, little shudders running through him, the cold air constricts Stiles lungs. Taking a breath, cheeks pink, hair mussed, his chest burns like it’s on fire. He loved the winter wonderland, sledding and having snowball fights with his friends, but good Lord, why does it have to be so bloody cold?!
The blistering wind stings his rosy cheeks, he was trying to shimmy into the house as quick as possible, but due to the ice and snow on the walkway, he was slipping and sliding and flails helplessly. The promise of hot chocolate, a cozy roaring fire and his soul mate tucked away inside the house is within his grasp...just a few more slippery steps.
He makes it to door where Derek greets him with a fluffy soft blanket warm out of the dryer, and he sort of melts, going weak in the knees and wobbling like a newborn colt. Softness wraps around him, heat slowly and sluggishly crawling up his body, and he cuddles into his boyfriend’s arms, into the blanket his soul mate kindly offers him, kicking the front door shut behind him. It feels so good, to stand there in his soul mates arms as the warmth heats him; he takes a deep breath and tries to remember exactly why he went out into the snowy hell when the warmth of heaven was within his grasp.
Teeth chattering like a chipmunk, never in his life has he been so overjoyed with the sight before him. A big soft blanket was spread out in front of the fireplace and even from afar he could feel the warmth swaddling him, the crackling embers of the cols calling to him.
Derek draws him over to the warmth with a hand on his back, offering him a soothing cup of hot cocoa with fluffy white marshmallows. Heaven did exist, even on a miserable, cold day. Stiles grins, he cannot even keep his happiness hidden as he dashes over to Derek and cuddles up beside him, a chuckle in his ear from Derek warms his heart as he accepts the cup of hot chocolate from his beloved boyfriend on this winter day.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Teen Wolf, Fluff/mates
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Date: 2017-09-12 08:45 pm (UTC)FILL: J2, Kiss and Make up
Date: 2019-06-22 09:05 pm (UTC)“You’re an asshole!” The words were more of frustration than anger, and they were met with the sneering retort of, “Go to Hell, you son of a bitch!”
Harley couldn’t take the yelling and fighting anymore. His humans were having an argument and it was getting worse as their anger rose. Harley dashed behind the couch, cowering and whimpering.
“Damn it, Jared!” Jensen hollered, irritated as he ran a hand through his spiky hair. He saw the loveable dog shaking with fright, eyes wide and worried with his tail tucked between his legs, the poor pup scared because of all the yelling. “Do you see what you did to Harley? You scared him!”
“You’re the one scaring him, jackass!” Jared shot back angrily. “Stop yelling!”
“I wouldn’t have been yelling if you...” Jensen suddenly stopped, scoffing to himself. He was an idiot; he couldn’t even remember what the Hell they were arguing over.
Something stupid, he was sure; some ridiculous little thing that meant nothing at all, certainly nothing to get so worked up over. To Hell with the fighting, Jensen thought; make love, not war. “I’m sorry, Jared.” His voice was softer, warm with love in his deep tone. “What were we fighting over?”
Jared was dumbfounded; why had they been arguing? Oh yes, something silly; it was some silly lovers quarrel, not even worth all this fuss. He chuckled to himself, feeling foolish, and Jensen nodded in agreement, smiling at their ridiculous.
Turning their attention to their sweet pup, Jensen and Jared went Harley and wrapped their arms around him, snuggling him with love. “Hey buddy, shh, it’s okay,” Jensen’s voice was gentle and kind as he cuddled the pup.
Jared kissed Harley’s snout and scratched the special spot behind his ears, the one that always made Harley’s tail wag with delight. Sure enough, a second later Harley was wiggling with joy and panting happily, no longer in distress over all the yelling.
“Hey, Jared, what you say we take Harley to the park and let him chase his favorite ball? Then we can come back, maybe kiss and make up.” Jensen winked playfully at Jared, silently implying they were due for some make up sex.
Jared smiled, laughing fondly as Harley began to prance around, the loveable pup clearly eager to go to the park and play. That sounded like a great plan. After sharing a sweet honey kiss, the boys headed out with Harley, walking down the street hand-and-hand, following behind their adorable, happy, prancing pup.
At the end of the walk they returned him, both collapsing onto the bed with a soft huff. Harley and Sadie jump onto the bed and curl up together, Harley gently nuzzling Sadie’s neck as her tail thumps against the bedspread. With gentle hands, Jensen grips Jared and rolled them onto their sides, spooning himself around his boyfriend.
“I love you.” Jensen whispered adoringly, and Jared answers not with words but by titling his head, looking over his shoulder to kiss Jensen, his lips humming and singing with energy as his heart skips a beat, dancing to a tune of pure, devoted love.
♥ END ♥
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