Tuesday: Love & Hate

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be looking at both sides of the coin, so to speak. Today’s theme is LOVE & HATE, two emotions that are often linked (“I love to hate that character.”) Any interpretation of either is good!

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...

+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John hates how vulnerable loving Rodney makes him feel

+ Lucifer (TV) Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer has to love himself because it’s been so long since anyone else has

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, “I really hate it when you do that!”

+ Any, Any m/m, their love/hate relationship isn’t healthy, but neither one is willing to walk away

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John hates how vulnerable loving Rodney makes him feel

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Loving Rodney McKay was the most dangerous thing in the universe. John Sheppard was an Airman, an officer, was trained to care deeply about the men and women he would one day lead and command, that though he had to be ready to spend their lives, he had to treasure each and every one of those lives.

John carried that training with him, but it never sat right with him. The first time he had to make that choice, to pay that price, he paid it in two of his best friends, Mitch and Dex. They weren’t the pilots he was. They weren’t carrying the key personnel he was. Sending them in advance was the right tactical decision in the short term and the right strategic decision in the long term. John had risen from company-grade to field-grade, and as a result the wreckage of his two best friends - and their choppers - was all over the battlefields of Kandahar.

The second time he was faced with that choice, himself or Captain Lyle Holland, it was easier to make the choice to treasure a comrade’s life instead of spend it.

But he gambled, and he lost, and Holland died, and he was sent to Antarctica to finish his career in a literal freeze-out.

And then he met Rodney McKay, who was all fast talking and waving hands and dramatic tones and endless enthusiasm for science, for discovery. He didn’t care what John had done, he just cared who John was - an incredibly strong gene-carrier, someone who could sit still long enough to try to initiate Ancient tech, and someone who at least half-understood what he was talking about most of the time.

When he learned that Rodney was headed on a possible one-way trip to another galaxy, the choice to go with him on that one-way trip was too easy.

Even though that galaxy was populated with space vampires, life-threatening Ancient experiments gone wrong, nuclear war, and endless other possibilities, the choice was worth it, because Rodney needed protecting, and John was the best choice to protect him.

Somewhere along the way, during the late nights in the lab at White Rock, and then late nights in the labs at the SGC, and then long days in the labs on Atlantis, John fell in love with Rodney, with his bravery and his passion and the way he endlessly gave things his all.

And he hated it, because he loved Rodney so much that everything flew out the window for him - missions, protocols, common sense.

When they went through the gate on what they thought was an uninhabited planet and fell into the clutches of the native population, John was calm, collected, making eye contact with Ford and Teyla, making plans for one of them to get away, to get back to the gate and dial Atlantis for backup.

Rodney was running at the mouth, in turns insisting they were peaceful explorers and also insulting their captors’ stupidity.

The leader backhanded him viciously.

Rodney lifted his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Is that all you’ve got? My mother hits harder than that.”

“Rodney, dammit, stop!” John hissed.

The leader looked at John, and looked at Rodney, and he knew. Knew how John felt about Rodney, knew what Rodney did to him.

A cruel smiled curved the man’s mouth, and he said to the two men holding Rodney, “I’ll take this one. He has a pleasing mouth. Deal with the rest later.”

John saw red. He didn’t know what happened next.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (TV) Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer has to love himself because it’s been so long since anyone else has

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

His Father loved him once.

At least that was what the Book said. (The big Book of stories humans told themselves in order to explain things they didn’t understand or justify actions they wouldn’t be able to otherwise.)

His Father loved him.

Unfortunate that’s not what Lucifer remembers.

As far back as he can make his mind reach, there are only flashes of his fall, memories of the choking stench of ash and burning, and total, terrifying darkness.

His brothers didn’t love him. Not even Amenadiel. Especially not Amenadiel. “God’s Favorite Son” was always too busy competing with Lucifer, or, worse yet, trying to put a damper on his fun. Brother Buzz Kill’s primary concern was licking Dad’s holy bum, not cultivating affection with his wayward sibling.

Maze didn’t love him. She followed him from Hell because she’d had to. The demon was sworn to serve and protect him. Only now she didn’t even serve drinks at Lux, having moved on to far more personally rewarding pursuits.

Dr. Linda Martin didn’t love him. She tolerated him because it was her job. She did try to help him, although she wasn’t always good at it. She was no longer petrified of him. That was progress.

The gaggles of other humans he amused himself with were just that – amusement. They for him, and he for them. No one ever spoke of love, and most certainly no one ever felt it.

Detective Decker…well, the detective was his partner. He could admit that there was affection there. But he also knew that any deeper feelings she may have for him were strictly by Dear Old Dad’s design, and therefore didn’t count.

So, Lucifer loved himself. He drowned himself in pleasure and entertainment and good-natured misdeeds. Once in a while he still had to punish a wrongdoer or fulfill his end of a bargain, but these actions only made him even more desirable, at least in his eyes.

And if sometimes, on a rare night when he was alone, sitting at his piano, drink within easy reach, cigarette resting on a nearby ashtray, he felt a little pang of loneliness, the tiniest tremor of regret, he quickly reminded himself that love had its ups and downs, and tomorrow would be another day.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, “I really hate it when you do that!”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, their love/hate relationship isn’t healthy, but neither one is willing to walk away

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "I hate you." "No, you don't." "No, I don't."

Fill (The Flash, Cisco/Hartley)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Cisco was just getting into the groove of things when Hartley came into his lab and just had to ruin everything. Like he did at every opportunity because even though they’d been dating for six months, Hartley couldn’t stand to let anyone else be happy. It was a character flaw.

“You realize you transposed the three and the four in the second line,” Hartley told him casually as he took a seat on a nearby stool, like it was nothing.

“I didn’t-” Cisco started, but then he squinted at the top few lines of equations and groaned. He really had transposed the numbers, and that changed absolutely everything in the rest of it. "I hate you," he bit out, erasing all the work he'd spent the last four hours writing up there.

"No, you don't," Hartley said, sounding far more self satisfied than Cisco thought he should.

If only his boyfriend had just let him go on as he was, Cisco could have been fine. Chances were he… probably would have blown up the device when he tested it. Cisco sighed. He hated it when Hartley was right.

"No, I don't."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any +/ any, "I *hate* [noun]!" "Oh, no, hate is far too strong a word, you can't possibly hate [noun]!" "You're right. I *INTENSELY DISLIKE* [noun]."


An actual conversation I have had.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Crowley/Dean Winchester, He hates that he loves the hunter.

SPN, Crowley/Dean Love & Hate

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

"Don't you dare walk away from me, I'm the King of Hell!"

"Yeah, but you're not my King," Dean yelled at Crowley.

"Bullocks!" Crowley yelled as Dean turned his back and walked away from him, again. It was so infuriating that this human could do that. That Dean could get under his skin.

He watched as Dean threw him a smirk over his shoulder before getting into the Impala and driving away.

He wanted to do bodily harm to the human but couldn't actually bring himself to do it. With a shake of his head, he turned and walked back into the bar they had both been sharing a drink in. He ordered himself another whiskey and returned to his booth. With a flick of his hand, he sent his minions scurrying away from him. He smiled in satisfaction that he could at least do that. Send fear into the blackened hearts of his demons.

He downed the whiskey, feeling the familiar burn as it traveled down his throat. It was almost like the burn he felt when he saw Dean. It got the better of him that he couldn't do anything to hurt Dean. That he wouldn't do anything to Sam because it would cause Dean pain. He slammed the glass down and ordered another.

He sighed in frustration. He knew what was going on and he hated it. He held an affection for that damn human hunter.

He gasped when the realization hit him. He loved Dean. He wasn't sure in what context the love he had for Dean was but it was love all the same.

"Bullocks," he whispered to himself.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Batman, Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, She hates that she can not simply push him away.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

X-Men (prefer comics!verse), Scott Summers/Emma Frost, She hates showing any signs of weakness, but he loves it when she lets the cracks in her armor appear.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Generation X, Sean Cassidy/Emma Frost, He loves arguing with the woman he can neither love or hate.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah Williams, She hates having to tell him no.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Alanna/George, little ways to show they love each other

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester hates that he loves Dean so much he can't walk away from him.

fill!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Walk away, run as if the wolves are chasing him. He knows his love for his brother is twisted, sick, yet he desires Dean in every dark way. One kiss is all he wishes, one kiss to cure his illness, and he could walk way. Until then, he hates this love that breaks his heart.

(End)

[tigriswolf]

Z nation, Alvin Murphy/10K, he cares for all of his blends but there's just something special about 10K

(Make it as creepy as you like)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Beauty and the Beast (2017), Gaston/Lefou, I hate that I love you

Fill: "Hate Myself for Loving You"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The pain dragged at his heart like a fish on a hook. It was a positive ache, watching Gaston with those silly, simpering girls. Lefou quaffed some of his beer, watching Gaston out of the corner of his eye. Watching those girls fall all around him like petals off a flower, their eyes turned adoringly on Gaston.

And Gaston, the fool, drank it all down as if he deserved it.

Lefou swallowed more of his beer. It didn't help the pain but it dulled it a little. Let him smile when Gaston turned his way, bellowed his name. The girls simpered as Lefou trotted by them and he wondered if they knew. If they talked about him behind his back, about how stupid he was for falling in love with Gaston, who would never love him back.

Taking his place at Gaston's right, Lefou braced himself for whatever Gaston might do next. His temper was legendary and Lefou bore bruises from it in the past. Even so, he kept coming back for more. Foolish, pitiful, but he did it, kept living and reliving the pain, all so he could be close to this magnificent specimen of a man, even if Gaston would never look his way.

It was the way of this little town and Lefou knew it wouldn't change. So he'd put up with his heart breaking a little more each day until he could stand it no more.

Even then, he shuddered at what he might do next. Leaving Gaston would hurt more than anything but he might not survive anyway, if Gaston ever figured it out.

Why wasn't he the kind of man who loved women? It would make his life so much easier. Instead, he had to moon around like Gaston's lap dog, accepting the scraps and the kicks both.

Lefou took another pull at his beer. He wouldn't think more about it, not while Gaston smiled that way.

Even if the smile wasn't really for him, he could pretend for a minute it was.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Voldemort, sometimes the line between hate and love is a little too easy to cross

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, it's hard to say that I love you

[paperbackwriter.livejournal.com]

Just a quick drabble...

I was thinking Sterek but it could be anyone.

It’s on the tip of his tongue, like a shard of ice that never melts, hard and present. It should be refreshing, life-giving, but it freezes words in his throat, makes him choke. Fills his mouth with saliva and he’s afraid to speak in case he ends up spitting out more than anyone had bargained for. Afraid those three little words might turn into a geyser of emotions and want, that drown everyone around them. So, he keeps his lips pinched tight, an unbreakable seal around his glassy heart. Better to be silent and let his heart keep beating

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Flash (tv), Cisco Ramon/Harry Wells, "I hate you." "Love you too."

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Buzzfeed Unsolved RPF, Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej, one of the family/friends thinks they hate each other after watching an episode

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (+/any), he hates birthdays but loves getting presents

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“What’s this?” Rodney McKay asked as he considered the brightly wrapped box which had appeared beside him on the breakfast table. “It’s not my birthday.”

“I know it’s not; you hate birthdays,” John Sheppard replied. He departed before Rodney had time to open the box.

At lunch-time Rodney found a tube covered with similar paper on his lab bench, and then just as he was finishing work for the day a further brightly wrapped package was delivered to him.

Each time the contents had clearly been carefully chosen. Rodney would have to find out what Sheppard thought he was doing.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex (+/any), he loves food but hates cooking.

Fill 1/4: Team Sheppard + Evan

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

The thing was, John saw a little of himself in Ronon. He remembered what it was like, being young and on his own with no family to support him. It hadn't been quite so life or death when his father threw him out, of course, but it still gave him a soft spot for the big guy. That was part of the reason he fought so hard for Ronon to stay. And why he felt compelled to show him the fine art of John Sheppard cuisine.

"The trick to a good grilled cheese is keeping the griddle at the right temperature," John explained. "And to season the butter."

He put action to words, showing Ronon step-by-step how to make it perfect. They had locally sourced cheese and thick slabs of freshly baked bread, and John added a few apple slices as well. He was liberal with the butter and used a mix of Milky Way and Pegasus galaxy spices in just the right proportions.

"I didn't know you could cook," Ronon said, watching avidly.

"This is my best thing," John admitted. "I can cook eggs a couple different ways and make a marinara sauce that doesn't make you want to gag, but that's about it."

"And Earthers like this melted cheese thing?"

"It's universally enjoyed." John plated the sandwiches and cut them in half. He handed one to Ronon. "You must've done a lot of cooking. Before."

Ronon shrugged. He took a big bite of the grilled cheese, and his eyebrows went up. "How is this so good? It's just bread and cheese."

"I know, right?"

They ate together in the kitchen, standing by the stove, a small island of calm in the midst of the controlled chaos that was the KP prepping for lunch. John knew if he was anyone else he'd have been tossed out on his ear. Sometimes it was good being the boss.

"You want to try making one?" John asked once they'd finished. "It's easy."

Ronon shook his head. "Nah. I'm good. Thanks though."

He clapped John on the shoulder and left.

[squidgiepdx]

Schitt's Creek, David Rose/Patrick, David hates it that there're people in the shop when all he wants to do is take Patrick in the back room and make out.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay -and/or- Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Hating to have to get out of bed to start the day

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, Their favorite part of the day is coming home to their loved one

[squidgiepdx]

Any, Any/Any, When someone threatens his/her loved one, the other goes into a white-hot hate-filled rage against the perpetrator.

(I'm not thinking violence, but I am picturing John Sheppard going quiet and threatening, "I will fucking space you if you ever pull shit like that again.")

Fill: Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar(/Chloe Decker) CW for mention of Rape

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"Fucking cop, shoulda fucking raped you when I had the chance," spat the prisoner in the interrogation room.

Chloe's expression was grim. "Well, you didn't get that chance. We'll let you stew in here and consider your life choices."

She left, flanked by the rest of the team, minus a couple of beat cops guarding the suspect. Lucifer paused on the threshold.

"I'll be right out," he said, smiling innocently, sending the guards out ahead. When he was certain they were alone he turned to the suspect, handcuffed to the interrogation table. He gave the man a quick smile that was more terrifying than friendly. The prisoner began to sweat.

"You like being the biggest, most powerful bully in the room, don't you? You like to coerce those weaker than you into doing things they later regret, don't you? No-no, don't speak," he added, wagging a finger, the coldness in his eyes barely masking white-hot fury. "You don't have to tell me, I have a feeling for these things. You, Harvey Weinstein, Zeus, all your raping, bullying ilk, you like to be the biggest, baddest man in town, don't you? Well, believe me when I say that the State of California has nothing on where you're going to end up after you are no longer useful to me as pertaining to this case. And if you threaten Detective Decker in that manner again," Lucifer dropped his voice to just above a whisper, and leaned in, taking hold of the prisoner's throat, "you will beg the demons to end your torment and send you back to Guantanamo Bay, or wherever I convince Detective Decker is good enough for you."

The prisoner's eyes widened and he made a small, distressed noise in the back of his throat. Lucifer's eyes flashed, and he let the prisoner drop back into his seat, having lifted him during their little chat, strongly enough the the cuffs had drawn blood on the villain's wrists.

Lucifer strode out of the interrogation room, waving the guards back in, and dusted his hands off, as if no time had passed.

"Detective Decker, shall we make a coffee run?"