Monday: Opposites
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tigriswolf and today's theme is Opposites. Prompts can be anything to do with opposites, such as frozen and burning or solid and gaseous. Go wild, y'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.
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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
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Date: 2019-06-03 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-06-04 12:08 am (UTC)FILL: Altered Caron, Takeshi Kovacs/Kristin Ortega
Date: 2019-07-12 11:28 pm (UTC)The lie; he cannot stay with her. He can, he could burn all of Hell down to linger in the heaven of her heavenly light. He fought his fight, and he could walk away and never look back, not care what happens to her. Yet it would all be a lie. His heels click and stomp about as he walks away, upwards the stairs, and something is causing him to pause.
She wished him well, pardoned him to go on with his life journey. He shuddered, silent, bond-broken oath to protect her. He turns towards her, and she walks towards him, she doesn’t even realize she has curled into his arms, tuck her into his warmth and she has been a hollow shell for so long, her heart suddenly comes alive, pure bliss rushing to her soul as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
She can see the future with him, chasing one another in the sand, barefoot, laughing carefree. He takes her into his arms under the golden sunset and loving him is the most natural thing in the world, like breathing. Because his arms felt like home for the first time in a long time, and no matter where they may end up, “Please”, her heart whispers to his soul, “take me with you”.
He graces her lips with a sweet and feather soft kiss; a promise that she will forever hold a place in his heart.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Altered Caron, Takeshi Kovacs/Kristin Ortega
Date: 2019-07-15 02:44 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the fill!
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Date: 2019-06-04 02:22 am (UTC)FILL: Split, Casey/The Beast
Date: 2019-06-05 11:19 pm (UTC)He violently claws at the bedsheets, an inhuman wail ripping from his lungs before he mewls, his shoulders shaking with quiet whimpers. Reaching out, slowly so as not to startle him anymore then he already it, Casey gently palms the Beast’s cheek. His chest clenches as he gasps, every muscle in his body coiling tightly, before a soft breath leaves his lips and he melts. Beauty has tamed the Beast.
He wakes up gasping for air, chest constricted so tightly his ribcage shakes. His pupils are so dilated they seem black. He huffs, growling quietly. The he sees her, silk white sheets wrapped around her nude body, hair falling around her like a halo. He moves fast, quickly pulling her to him and hugging her, nuzzling her chest to hear the sound of her kind heart beating.
Casey shushes the Beast, petting him with gentle hands, promising him everything would be alright. His growls and grunts, animistic and primal, are silenced into gentle breathing. He almost seems human, a tiny, fond smile on his lips. Her lovely honeysuckle scent wrapped around him and he purrs like a kitten, he relaxes, breathing her in. No nightmares haunt him for the rest of the night, with Casey close to him, her angelic love and warmth is enough to comfort the Beast to sleep.
♥ END ♥
RE: FILL: Split, Casey/The Beast
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Date: 2024-06-28 12:39 am (UTC)Wandering, he was free. Untethered. No purpose, no mission, no destination. Accountable to no one, seen by no one, corralled by no one. He had memories now, some days more than others; the pain was volatile now, subject to cruel and unexpected variation.
Then Zemo and Steve and Sam, then Shuri and T'Challa and Ayo, then Sam again, and so many others. Still didn't know his purpose. Still didn't know when the pain would hit. Should be the worst of both worlds.
And yet. He had to support Sam (and occasionally give him crap), he had to make occasional trips to be an outside listening ear to Shuri, he had to fix the roof at Sarah's and he promised Sam's nephews he would teach them to pitch baseball, and then somehow he had gotten roped into helping build the new community center. Not to mention that he would hear about it if he didn't make the pancakes exactly right.
It didn't feel like freedom, the way it did when he was wondering lost. But that was its own kind of captivity. Now he was free to choose, even if he had no idea why he was choosing what he was each day.
A home has its own set of locks, ties, and accountabilities, Bucky knew. Halfway between freedom and captivity was probably exactly what Bucky was ready for.
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