Friday: Broken Things
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dreamsofspike and today's theme is Broken Things. Prompts can be anything related to something or someone being broken. Maybe someone has broken a promise, or a character has been through so much pain and trauma that they're broken. Maybe someone's trust has been broken ... or maybe their chains have been broken. Take it where you will. :)
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 - broken wings
+ Grimm, Nick/Monroe - he's never seen his friend so broken
+ iZombie, Ravi/Blaine - he looks so vulnerable, Ravi can't resist
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.
dreamsofspike and today's theme is Broken Things. Prompts can be anything related to something or someone being broken. Maybe someone has broken a promise, or a character has been through so much pain and trauma that they're broken. Maybe someone's trust has been broken ... or maybe their chains have been broken. Take it where you will. :) 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 - broken wings
+ Grimm, Nick/Monroe - he's never seen his friend so broken
+ iZombie, Ravi/Blaine - he looks so vulnerable, Ravi can't resist
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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Date: 2018-12-14 02:45 pm (UTC)You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
(James Morrison)
Not a fill but
Date: 2018-12-14 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-14 02:48 pm (UTC)I'm broken
Come and fix me
Fix me babe
(Monsta X)
Fill: Carson/Evan
Date: 2018-12-15 05:52 pm (UTC)Sergeant Billick was sitting up, trying to tug off his oxygen mask, shouting and struggling. Carson directed several orderlies to handle him, then summoned Keller by radio so she could get him calm long enough to get checked over.
Both Coughlin and Reed were lying still, but the nurses assured Carson that they had everything under control, so he turned his attention to Major Evan Lorne.
“Major,” Carson said, ready with his pen light. “What’s happening here?” This he directed as at Nurse Ko.
Evan said, “I’m broken.”
Nurse Ko said, “His teammates report that he has a broken arm, but we need to get his uniform off, get him scanned.”
“His arm is broken,” Reed said. “I heard it snap - hey! I’m holding still. That’s what you wanted, right?”
Evan’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated. He was probably in shock. He tugged on Carson’s sleeve. “Come and fix me.”
Coughlin said, “He and Billick got hit in the face by the gas. Reed and I managed to turn our backs, run off. We didn’t smell anything. They were both kinda loopy when we made it to the gate.”
“Aye, lad,” Carson said gently. “I’ll fix you right up. Now, we need to remove your jacket so we can scan your arm. Which arm?”
“Whatever they gassed him with has made him totally inured to pain,” Nurse Ko said. “I can’t feel for any breaks through his sleeves.”
Evan shrugged his jacket off his shoulders in a startlingly seductive fashion, and then he said, “Fix me, babe,” and pulled Carson in for a kiss.
Nurse Ko said, “Get me someone from Botany and Chem. Looks like we have aerosolized sex pollen on our hands.”
“Billick’s not being very sexy,” one of the orderlies said, fighting to subdue him.
Carson disengaged from Evan gently. “Not here, mo leannan.” To Nurse Ko, he said quietly, “What we probably have is some mild intoxicant, maybe equivalent to a truth serum or a general disinhibitor.”
Nurse Ko darted Evan a look but said nothing, nodded, and got on her radio for Botany and Chem right now.
Evan was pliant under Carson’s hands, let Carson divest him of his jacket, let Carson palpate his arms till he found the break - left forearm. A couple of orderlies brought over the Ancient medical scanner, and Evan let Carson position his arm for optimal imaging.
Evan made no noise when Carson set the bone, just petted Carson’s hair and gazed at him longingly. Carson stepped away from Evan so someone else could cast his arm, so he could check the other patients.
Once all four members of AR-3 were treated and settled, resting, Carson stepped out of the infirmary for some fresh air.
Nurse Ko followed him. “No one will say anything, you know that.”
“Aye, I know. I appreciate it.”
Nurse Ko nudged him, smiled. “Nice catch.” And then she headed back into the infirmary.
RE: Fill: Carson/Evan
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:49 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-12-14 06:47 pm (UTC)Sherlock heard the sound of cupboard doors banging.
“Surely you haven’t!”
The top came off the kitchen bin.
“Sherlock, how could you?”
“It was an accident,” Sherlock said.
“You didn’t tell me,” John replied.
“You weren’t here.”
“You could have told me when I got home. That was my favourite mug. And you know it was.”
“You can replace it. I’m sure they still sell it somewhere.”
“It had memories. You can’t replace those.”
“Of the time you threw the mug at me and the handle came off. Then there’s the chip from when Lestrade knocked a beer bottle against it and the second chip when you dropped it in the sink because Mycroft had annoyed you. Need I go on?”
“All right, those aren’t exactly the most notable of memories. But still, I did like that mug.”
“I’ll buy you a new one and you can make more memories. And this time I will remember to duck!”
RE: Fill
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-14 02:52 pm (UTC)The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
Tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
(Lifehouse)
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-14 02:55 pm (UTC)Can you take this broken boy
And put the pieces back as one
Though he has all of his toys
He is never having fun
(Lostprophets)
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:57 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Lorne, stealth crossover
Date: 2018-12-15 10:43 pm (UTC)John was curled in a ball on the ground, facedown and not suffocating only because Evan had propped him up over his bedroll.
“Where are Rodney and the others?”
“I’m still trying to establish radio contact with Rodney,” Evan said. “Teyla and Ronon are at the gate. I need to stay with you -”
“Find Rodney.”
“Sir -”
“That’s an order, Major!”
Evan sighed but tapped his radio. He really didn’t want to leave Sheppard’s side. With Carson gone, there was no one else on Atlantis who understood what it meant to have the Gene as strong as they did. Carson had left extensive notes, but - notes were one thing.
Seeing it was another.
Looking at John’s terribly broken wings made Evan’s shoulderblades itch. But he tapped his radio.
“Lorne for Teyla. Any contact from Rodney?”
“Rodney reports he is stuck on an outcropping several feet below the cliff we fell from, but he is unable to climb back to the cliff or down any further, because the drop is quite sheer.”
When the cliff edge had given way, Teyla and Ronon had been lucky, dirt-surfed their way down the mountain to safety.
“The rest of your team has departed through the gate to assist the medical rescue teams,” Teyla added.
“Thank you.” Evan glanced at Sheppard, who was pale and panting and clearly in pain.
“You are welcome. Teyla out.”
Evan tapped his radio again. “Lorne for McKay. What’s your status?”
“My status is get me the hell off this tiny ledge right now.”
“I’ll be right there. Let me stabilize Sheppard first.”
“John? Is he all right?”
“He will be,” Evan said firmly, even though he didn’t know if that was true or not. John’s right wing was bent at an unnatural angle. His left wing was just crumpled, blood flecking the sleek dark feathers. “Stay calm and hold still.”
“Rodney?” Sheppard asked, panting in pain.
“He’s fine. I’ll go get him. You stay here.” Evan made sure a canteen and a radio were in arm’s reach, and then he stood up. Closed his eyes.
Loosed his wings.
Evan opened his eyes and jumped to get some air, had to flap hard to get some altitude. He climbed higher and higher, and he spotted Rodney clinging to the hillside, perched tentatively on something barely bigger than a bookshelf.
Evan swooped down. “McKay.”
Rodney, who’d had his eyes squeezed shut in terror, looked up and promptly swore. “Lorne? What the hell?”
“No time. Can you hold onto me?”
Rodney stared at him. “Can you carry me?”
“McKay!”
“My limbs are in working order.”
“Good. Then jump.”
Rodney went to hold his arms out like he wanted a hug, but he paused. “What?”
“Hurry up! After I carry you to the gate I have to get Sheppard.”
“What if you drop me?”
Evan tried his best imitation of Sheppard. “Rodney!”
Rodney jumped.
Evan caught him, dipped a little in the air as he fought to keep his altitude and rearrange his grip on Rodney so he was unlikely to fall.
Rodney clung to his neck. “Since when do you have wings?”
“They call us flyboys for a reason,” Evan said. He climbed higher so he could get the lay of the land, and there, a break in the trees. The clearing for the ring.
“Do all Air Force officers have actual wings? Where do you keep them?”
“Only strong gene carriers like me, Sheppard, and O’Neill,” Evan said. “And we don’t exactly keep them. Now shut up. I need my oxygen to fly.”
Rodney shut his mouth so fast his teeth clicked.
Evan landed in the clearing and dumped Rodney on his feet.
“Lorne?” Ronon asked, eyes wide.
“No time for questions,” Rodney said. “He has to go save Sheppard.” Then he eyed Evan. “If Sheppard has wings too, why doesn’t he just fly down here?”
“He broke his wings in the fall,” Evan said. Sheppard had broken his wings saving the both of them. “Moving him will be difficult. But I have to try.”
The gate powered on, and the wormhole initialized, stabilized. A med team, the rest of AR-3, and a team of Marines came spilling through.
Fill 2/2:+ Lorne, stealth crossover
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:59 pm (UTC)'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you've gone away
(Seether)
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:00 pm (UTC)Is this all you have to say
This broken boy would hang on every word
You tell me that you need me
While I slowly fall apart
(Vendetta Red)
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-14 04:08 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Alastair, And every demon wants his pound of flesh/But I like to keep some things to myself
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