Tuesday - Secrets and Lies

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Hello, everyone. I’m dreamsofspike and today's theme is Secrets and Lies. Prompts can be anything related to either a secret or a lie, or both. Perhaps someone has been hiding secret feelings for someone else, or one character has told a lie to another in order to protect them. Little white lies, or big devastating betrayals of trust... insignificant secrets, or the kind that change your whole world... whatever you can imagine...

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...
+ Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - he pretends he didn't see the tears on his face
+ The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor - she discovers he has wings
+ The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - Adam's secret phobia

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 2018 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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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - he pretends he didn't see the tears on his face

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The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor - she discovers he has wings

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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - Adam's secret phobia

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Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Monroe's secret desire to submit

Not a fill..

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...but OMG Grimm prompts! This one and the one yesterday - I need to fill them! :) Just need to finish work first...

Potential trigger: non-con roleplay

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Law and Order: SVU, Olivia Benson/Rafael Barba - he'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew... pretty messed up for the sex crimes ADA to have a secret rape fantasy

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John can only tell his secrets in the dark

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Any, any +/ any, backing up someone's lie with a supporting lie

Fill 1/2 Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, AU

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Danny was a photographer, and as such was always looking at the world around him with a critical eye. He noticed little things, like the slant of light coming through a window or interesting mixes of texture and shape. And he absolutely noticed the hot guy leaning against the wall by the liquor store, looking to the untrained eye like he had nothing better to do. Danny’s eye was not untrained.

He found himself lingering a few feet away, trying to seem like he was window shopping and not admiring the man’s strong jaw, which was shadowed with stubble, and the muscular arms that practically bulged out of the too-tight tee he was wearing. Danny could see subtle tension in the man’s limbs, like he was ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice, and his eyes never stopped scanning the surrounding area.

Danny would give anything to shoot him. The shadows and shapes of his face would look amazing in black and white. Especially if they swapped out the blue tee for a black one. His hands twitched towards his camera bag, but it was bad form to just start snapping pictures of strangers on the sidewalk without asking permission first.

It seemed inevitable that they’d make eye contact, what with the way the guy was being so watchful. It was brief, something that happened probably a hundred times a day, but this time was…different. Powerful. Danny felt something, though he’d be hard-pressed to describe it. And then those stormy gray eyes were looking elsewhere, and Danny had to remind himself to breathe.

He’d just about decided to move along when a second guy came out of nowhere and had the first guy pinned against the brick wall.

“You fuckin’ following me now, McGarrett? That’s harassment!”

Danny had no idea what the dynamic was between the two men – Were they ex-lovers? Enemies? Criminals? – but he found himself stepping forward, getting involved. He was probably going to get killed.

“He’s here with me, actually. I’d appreciate if you’d stop trying to strangle him.”

Both men turned nearly identical expression of incredulity on him, which would have been hilarious under other circumstances. McGarrett’s look of surprise quickly morphed to one of calculation, and he gave Danny a quick once over while his combatant was distracted.

“My boyfriend’s a photographer,” McGarrett said, his voice only a little choked. “We’re scouting locations for a shoot.”

Danny tried not to look surprised himself. Instead he slowly reached for his wallet and pulled out one of his business cards, which he handed to Mr. Aggressive.

“Danny Williams. I do portraits and weddings, too.”

The guy snatched the card out of Danny’s hand, and eased up on McGarrett enough that his face stopped turning red. “You do kids?”

“Not the way I’d phrase that, but yeah. I take portraits of anyone. Families, kids, couples. No glamour shots, though. Or boudoir photos.”

Danny would eat his macro lens if that guy new what a boudoir was.

“You really weren’t following me?” The guy asked McGarrett.

“Really wasn’t.”

“He was just about to buy me a cup of coffee, actually,” Danny added. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

“Man loves his coffee,” McGarrett agreed.

Mr. Aggressive looked between the two of them a few times, and down at the business card, before he let McGarrett go. “I see you around again, your boyfriend’s gonna be a widow.”

There were several things wrong with that statement, but Danny opted not to point them out.

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Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Vala Mal Doran, ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, he doesn't know that Atlantis is VR and he's part of a test

Fill: vague McShep

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"I'm s-sorr-ry, C-Colonel."

John blinked. He blinked again. Rodney McKay stood before him but he was somehow...flickering in and out of existence. Parts of his body would fade away, only to return less than a second later.

"McKay, what's happening? Are you - am I -" John struggled for the words he wanted to say, but everything that came to his mind seemed incomprehensible.

"I-it's ending-ing. And it's m-my fault. I'm s-sorry-y." The corners of Rodney's mouth turned down and John saw genuine regret flashing in and out of his eyes - whenever Rodney's eyes were in focus, anyway.

"What do you mean? What's ending?" John saw it then, in his peripheral vision - it wasn't just Rodney that was fading away. Everything was - pieces fell away from the walls and the floor and nothing took their place.

John felt like he was going to burst out of his skin.

Rodney closed the distance between them, his voice now a stuttering whisper. "I b-became t-too st-str-strong. They ma-a-a-ade me t-too smart. N-now I'm an out of c-c-con-control AI."

John blinked, the world of Atlantis disentigrating around him. "AI? Artificial..."

"I'm not real, John."

For some reason, this sentence was crystal clear, piercing through John's heart - if he was real, if his heart was real, if this feeling was -

A robotic voice spoke then, enveloping John. Scenario failure. Atlantis simulation reboot in 10...9...8...

The voice continued to count down.

"J-John, l-listen to me!" Rodney grasped John by the shoulders but it wasn't real, none of it was real -

Then, darkness. Just Rodney standing in front of him, so close John imagined he could feel Rodney's breath on his face.

5...4...3...

"Don't go, Rodney," John whispered. Rodney hugged him close as the countdown finished.

"Never."

Atlantis simulation reboot complete. Subject 001 John Patrick Sheppard reset in 3...2...1.

~

"Good to meet you, Major Sheppard. I am Radek Zelenka, Chief Science Officer for the Atlantis expedition."

John shook the frazzled-looking scientist's hand and smiled politely, ignoring the echoing doubt in the back of his mind that something about this situation was wrong.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, he lies about how well he's doing with his recovery

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Any, any, their child discovers the truth about Santa Claus

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Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Mart Belden/Skinner Norris, it's hard keeping secrets when your sister is a sleuth

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Any, any supernatural creature, hiding their true face from a loved one

Fill: SGA fairy AU, Ronon/Evan

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Everyone in the Unseeleigh Court wore glamours. Everyone in the Seeleigh Court wore them, too. It wasn’t a question of deception - though sometimes playing tricks on people with especially elaborate glamours was fun - so much as vanity. With a glamour, the fair folk could look, well, fair.

Granted, plenty of the fair folk looked fair by sheer virtue of being what creatures they were, but there was a certain freedom in being able to look like whatever they wanted. Ronon didn’t bother with glamours. As an ondine, he was naturally beautiful, muscular so he could use his entire body to speed through the water, his skin decorated with iridescent blue scales that highlighted the cut of his muscles.

Because Evan was an artist, he used glamours effortlessly, changing the color of his hair and his eyes, the shape of his mouth, the color of his skin, maybe even adding patterns or new textures to his skin. That was how Ronon knew a glamour was strong - if he could touch it and it held. Evan never looked exactly the same twice.

Not even when he was in Ronon’s bed. His glamours covered him from head to toe. Unlike Teyla, he couldn’t use a glamour on his voice, so Ronon had confidence that he knew Evan’s voice, the sounds he made during lovemaking, that those sounds were all his.

But there was something discomfiting, not knowing Evan’s true face.

(He didn’t know Evan’s true name. No one knew each other’s true names. That was dangerous knowledge to dispense.)

So one day Ronon asked. “What does your true face look like?”

He and Evan were sitting side-by-side in Ronon’s bower, the mossy cave at the edge of a clear pool that led to a river that gave Ronon access to just about anywhere in the Winter Kingdom if he wanted to swim there.

Evan, who was trailing water droplets across the stony bank of the pool, glanced at him. “Why?”

“You’ve seen my true face. I’m curious about yours. You know I won’t care if you’re ugly.”

Ugly was a relative term, among the Fair Folk. Anyone who wasn’t as beautiful as a jewel or a star or a flower or a painting was still captivating, even if they weren’t perfectly symmetrical and smooth and useful.

“I know you won’t care if I’m ugly.” Evan stared down at his hands.

Something akin to hurt curled in Ronon’s chest. “I’m not asking for your true name.”

“I know. It’s just - my true face isn’t like the others’. Not like Carson or John or Teyla or Elizabeth or anyone.”

Ronon said, “I won’t walk away. No matter what you look like.”

Evan looked at him. “You can’t lie, but you’re not capable of ever making a real promise either.”

There was one way to make a true promise, a binding promise.

“I will give you my true name if you show me your true face,” Ronon said.

Evan’s eyes went wide. “Ronon, no! That - if someone else found out I knew. No.”

“Then I could promise you,” Ronon said. “Swear by my true name.”

Evan curled a hand around Ronon’s wrist. “No. You don’t have to. It’s fine.” And he swiped a hand over his face, dismissed the glamour.

Ronon watched, fascinated, as the jewel-tones faded from Evan’s hair, as his eyes went from violet to bright blue, as his skin faded from green to that warm, peach color of typical human flesh.

Evan lowered his hand, and Ronon stared.

“You - you’re a human.”

“Tithe, replaced by a Changeling.”

Ronon studied him. Evan didn’t really alter his appearance much. The shape of his face was the same, the line of his nose and brows. Sure, he changed the colors of his skin, his hair, his eyes, but - Ronon had known Evan’s true face all along.

“But you’re so strong in battle.”

“Because I train hard.”

Tithe were stronger than regular humans, but they were no match for a fae at full power and in a rage. No wonder Evan was so good at being diplomatic, polite. It was a survival tactic.

“Like I said, I’m not leaving,” Ronon said, and leaned in, kissed him.

Evan surrendered to his kiss as he always did, warm and welcoming. Ronon leaned in further, nuzzled his ear - and whispered his true name.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/any,

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Fleetwood Mac)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (/Evan Lorne),

I'm not calling you a liar
Just don't lie to me
(Florence + the Machine)

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/Evan Lorne, Rodney's secret crush on Evan

Fill 1/2: High School AU

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It was easy to have a crush on Evan Lorne, because he was friendly and full of smiles, and he didn’t mind when Rodney hung around him, unlike Sam Carter and Laura Geldar and Katie Brown. Granted, Evan thought Rodney only hung around him for Pokemon Go purposes, and Rodney was going to let him go on thinking that, because it was kind of intoxicating, being around Evan, looking into his bright blue eyes and seeing his dimpled smile and being in on his jokes. (For a boy who could tune out the entire world and work on a drawing for an hour straight, Evan didn’t take anything seriously, was always ready with a dry remark or a witty rejoinder.)

Rodney hadn’t planned on having a crush on Evan Lorne. The first time they’d met, it had been the dead of winter, right before Christmas break. Evan’s family had just moved into the neighborhood, and Evan walked to school on the same route as Rodney. Both of them had been bundled up in heavy winter gear - but both of them had recklessly shed their gloves so they could play Pokemon Go on the morning walk to school, because there were plenty of Pokestops along the way, and also the post office a couple of blocks away from school was a gym. Evan hadn’t made fun of Rodney for playing Pokemon Go, had even traded some Pokemon with him. He’d ask how Rodney was doing, tried to get to know him.

So that was their relationship, for months, because winter was freezing and when they got to school they went their separate ways and Rodney had no clue what Evan looked like beneath his hood and cap and the scarf that he always had wrapped up over his nose, like a ninja.

“We’re from California,” Evan had explained. “Not used to the cold.”

Walking to and from school with Evan had become part of Rodney’s routine, and the first time he started on his morning Pokemon hunt and Evan wasn’t there, he was startled and confused. Hurt. He didn’t know Evan’s last name or his phone number, and Pokemon Go didn’t have an in-game messaging system, so he had no way of contacting Evan to see what had happened to him.

But the next day Evan was there. His mom had kept him home because he’d had a cold. He wasn’t a hundred percent better, but he was well enough to go to school. Rodney made sure they exchanged phone numbers, but he forgot to ask Evan’s last name.

As winter drifted toward spring, Rodney could cut back on the amount of winter gear he wore, but Evan was always done up like a snowman, because he really didn’t like the cold, had found some pop-over mittens that kept his hands warm but still allowed him to catch Pokemon.

And then one day, on the first truly sunny spring day of the year, Rodney was waiting on the corner next to the first Pokestop of the day, and a beautiful boy walked up to him. He had dark hair and a dimpled smile and bright blue eyes and Rodney instinctively glanced over his shoulder, because surely the boy was smiling at someone behind him.

But they boy said, “Hey, Rodney, ready to go?”

The boy was Evan.

And Rodney was in love.

Now that he knew what Evan really looked like, he could wave at Evan in the hallways, and they could sit at lunch together (and Evan would share his delicious homemade lunches), and Rodney could imagine what kissing Evan would be like, because his mouth.

Rodney was surprised when, after school one day - they both stayed late, Evan for Art Club, Rodney for Chess Club - Evan said, “Hey, you want to go catch the newest Marvel movie over in Kelowna?”

Because Langara didn’t have a cinema of its own.

“Sure,” Rodney said, because why would he say no to two hours in a dar cinema with Evan all to himself? “I know how to get there on the bus, if you want to ride together.”

“Or I could drive,” Evan said.

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, they are unable to keep secrets from one another

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Any, any + any unrequited love, it's better to keep your feelings a secret

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MCU, any character(s), the secret s/he/they should have kept

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Author's Choice, any couple, Character A's reaction when Character B confesses a secret kink

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Author's Choice, any character(s), getting caught in a lie

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MCU, Tony Stark+Any, "Superheroes should have secret lives, right?"

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Supernatural, castiel /Sam Winchester, Sam lying to Cas about his nightmares

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Call me by your name rpf, timothee chalamet /armie hammer, lying to each other about life

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One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, he lies to her about everything

FILL

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Harry lied to her.

Zayn knew this.

He lied about what he did, how much money he made, who his friends were, and especially about the girls he was often caught out and about with when Zayn wasn’t around. And sometimes when she was.

She knew, but she kept quiet.

Because if she ever confronted Harry about any of it, he’d lie.

And he was really good at it. Altercations would start with Zayn in furious tears, and end with her sobbing apologetically in his arms as he promised her that he would never hurt her.

There were presents, extravagant gestures, public declarations of love - everything to make her heart flutter, and convince her to suppress the uneasy feeling in her gut.

After some particularly damning photos appeared on a popular tabloid’s social media accounts, Zayn had had enough. She demanded that Harry tell her the truth about the woman, about everything.

So he lied.

“I…I don’t think you’re being honest with me, Harry.” Even then she didn’t accuse him outright.

Harry looked into her eyes as sincerely as anyone ever had.

“It’s better this way.”

Zayn was too stunned to censor herself.

“Easier. You mean it’s easier. For you.”

Harry shook his head slightly, leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead.

“It’s easier for you, too.” He got up and walked out without another word.

Zayn was left alone to realize that this had been one of the most genuine conversations they’d ever had.

She preferred the lies.

Zayn knew this.

And at least she could be honest with herself.