Déardaoin = H/C

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Good Thursday my doves! I'm still classics_lover and I'm still hosting this week. Thursday's theme is the perennial fan favourite is H/C aka Hurt/Comfort. Go and hurt your fave characters and then comfort them!

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...

+ Dragon Age, anypair, some wounds elfroot doesn't heal

+ Mass Effect, anypair, dealing with PTSD

+ Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Stay with me, dammit!"

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tag=Hur/Comfort

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Stay with me, dammit!"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, anypair, dealing with PTSD

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, anypair, some wounds elfroot doesn't heal

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Voyager, EMH + any, "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Daine/Numair, he hates that he can't heal her when she gets injured

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Ronon Dex, when Evan is injured and hiding offworld he doesn't expect Ronon to come to his rescue

Fill 1/2 preslash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan had gone through more intense SERE training than the majority of the Armed Forces simply because he’d been part of a combat air crew before he’d ended up at the SGC. He’d probably had to rely on his SERE training more often than the majority of the Armed Forces, because apart from Spec Ops guys - and even rarely for them - being captured was a once-in-a-career thing. For some guys it was career-ending.

Being stuck in an alien jail cell was almost a joke at the SGC.

Almost.

Like the number of times Daniel Jackson had died.

The underlying principles for making SERE training effective were to know when he was under stress (stabbed in the side; check), to acknowledge that stress and manage it (his ribs really fucking hurt and breathing hurt and really his whole body hurt, but he’d managed to construct an evasion shelter and unlike SERE training these Pegasus natives didn’t have tracking dogs, so; check), and to understand his limits so he didn’t do anything stupid (he really couldn’t walk far or move fast and it would be best if he hunkered down and hoped and prayed that Atlantis came for him).

They’d taken everything from him but his clothes and his boots, so he was cold, tired, hungry, and very thirsty. They’d taken his watch, which meant he had no way to navigate back to the gate. He didn’t know if this planet had regular or retrograde rotation, so he couldn’t navigate by the suns. He also didn’t know how long he’d been held captive, how long it had been since his team had escaped - if they’d even made it to the gate - and how long it was supposed to be till Atlantis’s next check-in.

Evan had sacrificed his tank top to bandages, because his t-shirt was better protection from the elements.

His little evasion shelter was the only other protection he had. It wasn’t great either. In training he’d had basic supplies, but out here he was pretty much helpless. He’d managed to wrangle some logs and fallen branches into a low shelter, one he could only crawl into, had to lie down in. It was just big enough for him, and it would blend into the surroundings really well if his pursuers even picked up his trail. It was low enough that it’d be below his pursuers line-of-sight, and it was irregularly-shaped because nature didn’t really do straight lines.

They wouldn’t find him before Atlantis did, he was pretty sure.
He’d done everything he could, while he was on the move - purposely altered his gait, made several large and sharp direction changes to make them doubt their understanding of his chosen course, left decoy tracks, doubled back on himself. He hadn’t dared to cross really rough terrain even though that would frustrate his pursuers, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have made it across that terrain.

Damn those bounty hunters who the Genii had hired to capture him and any other Atlantis Gene-carriers. There was still a price on his head, and the Genii weren’t the only people in the galaxy interested in having a human light switch to operate whatever Ancient gizmos they’d dug up.

The locals had had a picture of him. He wanted to find every single copy of that picture and destroy them.

But for now he had to rest. Conserve his energy. Heal up a bit. Gather some strength to find water and food.

Evan curled up in his shelter, dozing and shivering. That was probably from the blood loss. He was pretty sure he’d stanched the bloodflow - or it had stanched itself, blood drying and crusting over the makeshift bandage.

He had no idea how Atlantis would find him, especially if the locals couldn’t (if the locals would even be cooperative about helping find him). If Sheppard’s team came, Sheppard and McKay would be in danger of being captured for the Gene too.

Evan could only hope and pray that McKay had finally tuned the LSDs to locate the subcutaneous tracker every member of the SGC was outfitted with so they could be beamed aboard an orbiting spaceship with an Asgard beam.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams + Grace Williams, When Grace is injured Steve makes sure Danny doesn't spiral out with worry

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Bucky helps Steve through a panic attack

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

He couldn’t, he couldn’t, Steve Rogers tried to take a deep breath but it only resulted in breathing faster than ever. The words, the sensible words which were supposed to ground him at such moments flew out of his mind faster than the breaths flew from his mouth. And then there was an arm round his shoulders and a soothing voice speaking softly in his ear, not that he could make out the words, and Bucky’s hand was stroking the back of his head. Slowly his senses returned and he could hear Bucky say, “It’s okay, I’m here, I understand.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any Sentinel fusion, any m/m, soothing a feral Sentinel

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, getting past the events of Trinity

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

High School Musical, Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans, Chad gets injured during a game

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

DC (any), Tim Drake/Kon-El, sleep deprivation

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

John Wick, John Wick, split knuckles

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, PTSD

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey, recovering from hypothermia

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers, cuddling during missions with the Howling Commandos

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier + Steve Rogers, relearning how to take care of each other

(I haven't seen anything past Winter Soldier)

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier + Steve Rogers, three times they defended each other and then patched each other up: pre-serum, during WWII, post-WS

(I haven't seen anything past Winter Soldier)

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Cordy patching up Angel after he fights someone/something that hurt her and ends up getting injured himself

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Angel the series, Winifred Burkle, Something bad happens and Fred snaps back into writing on the walls

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve tries to help Danny with his insomnia

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any: The physically bigger character breaks down in the arms of their smaller friend/loved one

Inspired by this scene in Veronica Mars (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyWCpe8s_Ls)

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any, any vampire (canon or AU), A vampire is revolted by the sight/smell of blood because their friend/loved one is severely injured and bleeding out

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angel/Cordelia Chase, He hates to see her cry.

Fill: Early Season 3 Fluff, Part 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(A/N: Mostly a bunch of pining from Angel's POV. Very fluffy take on the prompt.)

When Angel returned from the butcher's shop after restocking his blood supply, he heard a soft weeping noise coming from the next room. He turned his head towards the entertainment room and was confronted with the sight of Cordelia crying with a tissue clenched in her fist.

A familiar helpless feeling stole over Angel as he saw the tears stream down his Cordy’s face. God, he hated seeing her cry.

Angel paused only long enough to place his blood on a nearby counter before he ran into the entertainment room more swiftly than any human could. Gunn’s eyes widened with a hint of apprehensive confusion, but he was smart enough to stand up wordlessly from the couch and get out of the way so that Angel could sit down and gather Cordy into his arms.

Whenever Cordy started to cry, this was really the only thing Angel knew to do. Hold her tightly, run his hand gently over the back of her hair, and wait until she stopped crying long enough to ask what was wrong. He had to suppress the panic building up inside his chest, along with the hot little flame of murderous rage at whatever had enough audacity and stupidity to bring Cordelia to tears. Whatever had hurt her would be meeting the business end of a sword or a stake or his fists, just as soon as Cordy could tell him who the vile culprit was.

Cordy’s sobs softened into quieter sniffles, and Angel dared to press a comforting kiss to her forehead, a touch so delicate that the meaning could hardly be questioned. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, restraining his voice to keep it from turning into a rumbling growl. “Who do I need to kill?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes at Angel. “You don’t need to kill anyone, you big overprotective dork. It’s just Rick and Ilsa.”

Rick and Ilsa? Angel turned the names over and over in his mind, frowning as he didn’t recognize them.

Cordelia pouted. “And Lorne, for making us watch this dumb movie.”

“It’s not dumb,” Lorne protested defensively. “It’s a cinematic classic.”

Angel glanced over to the television, where Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman were exchanging longing looks with each other. Oh, that Rick and Ilsa. Angel’s entire body relaxed as he realized he wouldn’t need to kill anyone since Cordy was just upset over the ending to Casablanca. But he did give Lorne a rather dark glare for convincing the group to watch the film that had made Cordy cry.

Lorne swallowed nervously as he caught Angel’s gaze. “Cordy said she hadn’t seen it before, and you know how I can’t resist the old movie channel, Angelcakes. Besides, I had no idea it would bring on the waterworks like that.”

Fred, who was sitting on Cordy’s other side, crossed her arms over her chest. “You should have, Lorne. It’s really freaking sad. They’re in love, and they can’t be together.”

I know a little something about that myself, Angel thought, glancing down at the top of Cordy’s head, where she had buried her face against Angel’s shoulder.

“They didn’t really have another option,” Wesley argued. “The fate of the entire world was at stake.”

Cordy shook her head. “That’s what makes it tragic, Wes. Rick had to go be all noble and hero-y with his hill of beans speech, and now he’s gonna end up alone and miserable.”

Gunn shrugged as he sat down in front of the couch. “At least they’ll always have Paris, right?” he offered, sounding as if he didn't truly believe his own words.

A fresh round of sobs poured out of Cordelia, and Angel directed an irritated glare towards the back of Gunn’s head. Really, did he think telling her that would actually help?

Cordy only cried harder as Rick lied to Laszlo, letting him believe that Ilsa had truly loved him all along. Ilsa and Laszlo left on the plane together, and Angel tipped Cordy’s chin up and directed her gaze to the television. “He’s not gonna be totally alone, see?”

The television showed Humphrey Bogart and Claude Rains walking away together, exchanging banter. “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Rick said. As the swelling music of “La Marseillaise” played, Cordy smiled up at Angel hopefully, tears shining in her hazel eyes.

“Well, friendship is still good, right?”

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angel/Cordelia Chase, She is his rock.

Post-series fill (so warning for several character deaths, including Cordy's)

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Death Cannot Kill Her Name (https://sunnydalescribe.livejournal.com/42199.html)