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..........Now it's time for the free for all!
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..........Now it's time for the free for all!
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
Have fun!
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Date: 2018-07-07 02:04 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean + Sam Winchester, your disasters bred of love (Denise Levertov)
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Date: 2018-07-07 02:04 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, only seeming to cease when we cease to listen (Denise Levertov)
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Date: 2018-07-07 02:05 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Old gods take back their own (Denise Levertov)
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Date: 2018-07-07 02:06 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, He who wields power over time and tide (Beowulf)
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Date: 2018-07-15 05:38 pm (UTC)Assassin's Creed/Highlander. Kronos/Desmond Miles.
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Date: 2018-07-20 01:41 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-07-07 02:07 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, I rode in on a song (George Strait)
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Date: 2018-07-07 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-07-07 05:46 pm (UTC)I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
(Hoobastank)
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Date: 2018-07-07 05:48 pm (UTC)Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
(Fugees)
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Date: 2018-07-07 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-07 05:53 pm (UTC)Baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
(Dire Straits)
Fill -- Tears for Fears
Date: 2018-07-07 11:47 pm (UTC)Today, lunch was pleasant and they’ve just started off down the boardwalk. Mart half-turns to say something to Ben, only to realize he isn’t there. A quick check shows he’s seated on one of the nearby benches, bent over, head between his knees.
When he sits beside Ben on the bench, Ben flinches, quivering with tension. Mart isn’t sure if he’s in pain, cold, afraid of something--although there’s nothing he can see to be afraid of. The Saturday afternoon crowd is peaceable enough, even the lanky biker chatting with two girls about Trixie’s age.
“What’s wrong? Food poisoning? Too much sun?”
Ben’s breath comes in short gasps. He emits a low keening sound. This kind of shutdown…mostly, Ben is cheerful and light-hearted. He hadn’t been, at first, but Mart chalked that up to him never really being part of a family before. This is something else.
He puts his arm gently around Ben’s shoulders, gathering him close, feeling helpless. Whatever’s wrong, he wants to fix it. All he can do is stroke Ben’s incongruously blond hair.
There’s a loud blast of sound and the biker streaks past on a bright orange crotch-rocket. Ben whimpers. His head jerks around to follow the fast-retreating cyclist. After a moment, he straightens up, eyes glassy.
“What was that?” Mart asks in astonishment.
“That guy,” Ben mumbles.
“The biker?” A shame-faced nod. “What about him?”
“I did a stupid thing…I went for a ride with him. I thought he was nice. He wasn’t. He had some friends. They weren’t nice either.”
Mart shudders. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs. “Did you report it?” Dumb question: Ben’s cringing posture is textbook avoidance. “Okay, I understand you don’t want to dwell on it, but those girls--what if he’d coaxed one of them to go for a ride?”
Ben pulls away, leans over the side of the bench and loses his lunch. From the beginning of their relationship, Ben has assumed the role of the submissive partner. Even when Mart asks him to be on top, he’s almost excruciatingly gentle. Now he understands why.
There are tears on Ben’s face when he sits up again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry, Daddy-o. I’m sorry, I’m sorry….” He keeps repeating the words as if he’s the one who’s done something wrong.
“What are you apologizing for?” Mart demands. “They hurt you, not the other way around.”
“I was stupid--”
“Why, because you thought you’d made a friend, and it backfired? Newsflash, kiddo--everybody needs friends. Okay, so you made a mistake, but now you’ve got me. And Trixie. And Jupe, although I know you guys have history--”
“He’s okay. If Jones and I can be friends, anything is possible. Would you mind…” Ben hesitates. “bringing the car around? I don’t think I’m up for the usual. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. I’ll be right back.”
‘Baby’, as they call the powder-blue hearse, is parked two blocks away and Mart hoofs it as quickly as he can. Ben is so freaked out, he probably shouldn’t be alone….
The bench is empty when Mart gets back, and a spurt of panic makes him hit the brakes. Luckily, no one is close behind him. His eyes scan frantically for Ben’s bright green shirt.
There…he’s talking to those two girls.
With relief, Mart eases into a parking spot. A moment later, Ben joins him. He seems calmer.
“Better?” Mart asks.
“I warned them.”
“Good.”
“Can we stop for snacks on the way home? I’m starving.” Ben looks perkier already.
Mart smiles. “Of course. We’ll grab some grub and hit the trail for the old homestead.” Ben eyes him like he’s lost his mind. That’s okay. Those old TV westerns had their drawbacks: The Cartwrights never got to enjoy Netflix and chill.
….
Re: Fill -- Tears for Fears
Date: 2018-07-08 12:38 am (UTC)RE: Re: Fill -- Tears for Fears
Date: 2018-07-08 12:45 am (UTC)Re: Re: Fill -- Tears for Fears
Date: 2018-07-08 12:47 am (UTC)Re: Fill -- Tears for Fears
Date: 2018-07-08 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-07 07:37 pm (UTC)Put your lips on my scars,
and teach me to love.(James Young)
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Date: 2018-07-07 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-07-07 09:43 pm (UTC)(Freya & Amita were both played by Navi Rawat.)
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