Multi-fandom Ficathon

[lynzie914]

(Created because, well just wishing someone else would do one, didn’t seem to be working. Also upupa_epops convinced me this wasn’t a terrible idea.)

This is free-for-all kind of ficathon, which means everything goes. Any show, any movie, and book, mythology, original, crossovers, new fandoms, dead fandoms, anything.

RULES:

One. As per usual, one prompt per comment. It just makes things easier for everyone. Prompts can be anything (lyrics, a word, a picture, anything) but they should look something like this: fandom, pairing/character, prompt. Or something very close.

Example: TVD, Caroline,in the mirror you’ll find faith, plastic flowers never fade

Two. You don’t have to write anything to prompt, and the same goes the other way. You don’t have to prompt to write. But, of course, I encourage both.

Three. Please feel free to prompt as much as you want. Don’t worry about how much or how little, you’ll find I encourage spamming.

Four. When you fill a prompt, please leave a link to it here. Your header should include a title, the fandom, the rating, the characters/ships, and warnings if there are any.

Five. Leave feedback. Everybody loves comments on their work, they just do. And if someone fills your prompt, really it’s just polite.

Six. Speaking of….Be nice everyone. Just because you don’t like a prompt, doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t have the right to put it out there. Act like the awesome people I know you are. Also, please warn for anything that can be considering triggering. I’m here and around, but I really don’t want to have to be on people for things like this, and I’m hoping that it never reody quired for me to delete anything. But I will.

Seven. There will be spoilers in here for many different fandoms, it’s just inevitable. You’ve been warned.

Eight. GO FORTH AND PROMPT AND FILL PROMPTS AND PIMP THIS THING OUT. Okay, that’s not legit rule. But go forth and do so anyways. Anyone and everyone is welcome, to prompt, fill, and pimp this thing out. Seriously though, please pimp this out. More people is always better.


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Comments

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

Oh. I totally love this.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

All of the Red/Charming prompts are making me so happy. And this is just perfect .

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Caroline/Klaus

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Klaus/Rebekah

That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Sansa Stark

For I myself once saw with my own eyes
the Sibyl hanging in her jar,
and when the boys asked her, 'Sibyl, what do you want?'
she answered 'I want to die.'

[theviolonist.livejournal.com]

n/a: sorry, this ended being more about cassandra...


this is a torch song


i.

Helen rides into Troy with untied hair, scandalous and prophetic. She is what the crowd sees in her: every personified dream, ominous prophecy, divine offspring.

Paris dismounts his horse and for a moment she stands there in peaceful Troy, becoming its queen; then he extends a hand which Cassandra knows is gentle but selfish and she disappears in their mirrored image.

Next to Cassandra on the ramparts her brother heaves a sigh. She slips her hand into his, relieved that someone who will be believed sees just how much blood Helen trails in her wake.

She brings death, Apollo snickers in her ear, his hand closed around her throat, and Cassandra, who is used to it, doesn't scream.

*

Despite all she sees Cassandra warms to the young queen, because she's silent and prone to illness, not at all the arrogant courtesan Cassandra imagined her to be. Paris visits her when he's not too busy running through the marketplace or riding his beautiful horses, but in the end she's just one of many gifts, and he looks upon her as he does them, with the same fleeting, soon-bored glance.

Cassandra brings Helen figs on a tray of silver one night, as the sun dawns red over the horizon. "We are sisters now," she says. "You are become Helen of Troy, and I was born here: I'm the daughter of this town and you're its queen."

Helen looks up. She holds her comb out, and Cassandra takes it dutifully, coming to stand beside her. "I am not a queen," Helen says. "Or if I am, I bring with me the end of my kingdom."

"What do you mean?"

Helen's eyes are molten gold - Cassandra remembers the most beautiful woman in the world and understands in the title another poisonous gift.

"Do you not see the truth, Cassandra?"

Cassandra lifts the comb; as she plunges it in Helen's hair she thinks about nightmares, waking up coated in sweat, screaming silent screams in the stifling night. "I close my eyes," she says.

*

Even in Troy, where her proprietor favors other games over her, a trail of suitors follows Helen every time she leaves the castle. She wears laurel in her hair, not in a crown but behind her ear - Cassandra feels like she's the only one who sees it for what it is, the imperious claim, undisputed queen.

"You should come with me sometime," Helen says to her once, disrobing.

"What, outside?"

Helen laughs. "You are beautiful."

Curses don't matter to Helen; she's a god-chosen, almost divine. She comes closer, twisting a strand of Cassandra's hair around her ring-adorned finger. "You should come with me," she repeats. "I get lonely."

Cassandra the foreseer doesn't anticipate the words that come out of her mouth then: "Yes," she says, almost fervently, "I will."

*

And so during the day they walk in the city, dipping their hands in all the fountains, leaning over each other in laughter. Helen leads the chase and Cassandra follows, always follows, except when she brings Helen to the temples. Then they pray side by side: Cassandra to Apollo, her vengeful, vexed benefactor, and Helen to Aphrodite, who made her who she is, damaging goods.

Helen's laugh is as beautiful as her, maybe more; once she climbs on the ramparts, her dress tangling in the leather straps of her sandals, and she opens her arms over the immense sky, says: "You should live, Cassandra."

Cassandra reads what she isn't saying in her sad, burning eyes: You should live - soon life won't look like this at all.

[theviolonist.livejournal.com]

*

Cassandra is a box for secrets: in the confines of her ribcage they accumulate slowly, like lint, sure to never get out. Privately she thinks that Apollo, when he cursed her, was punishing her for that first and final lie: the dutiful I love you she whispered as he detached his body from hers in the cloaked night.

Amongst her collection of secrets is Hector's all-encompassing love for his wife, and his certainty that he would let his city crumble for her; one of Paris' lovers, a young Spartan prince, that he never quite forgot; Apollo's confessions every time she closes her eyes, the knowledge that the gods, like Paris, are fickle and volatile; and Helen's hatred for Troy.

"Why do you hate your city so much, Helen?" Cassandra asks on a starless night as Helen slips into bed next to her, her eyelashes fluttering.

"It's not my city. I don't come from here." And then, quieter: "I don't want to be this woman. I don't want to watch Troy burn."

Of all the things Cassandra could say (you'll develop a taste for fire; you are this woman; rest your head, Helen), she decides on the gentlest one: silence.

*

"Helen! Helen --"

There isn't far to go for her: they were entangled just a minute ago, before the machinery of Cassandra's dreams screeched into motion and the soft warmth of her body became the dreaded fire.

"What is it?" Helen asks, her eyes heavy with sleep.

"It's - there's a horse, and the ships - they're coming, Helen."

Helen is silent for a moment, her face shielded by darkness, her golden shoulder marred by the red sting of Cassandra's hair.

"Well," she says eventually, "it had to happen, didn't it?"

She reaches a hand to bring Cassandra close; Cassandra submits willingly to the embrace.

*

The ships come. They're a high tide, white, armored warriors setting siege to the Trojan shores, ransacking the temples, swarming over the land. Helen watches them from the ramparts, her orange dress like a sun, as if to say, come, I am the one you are searching for.


ii.

Even though she ought to have learnt her lesson by now, Cassandra tries to warn her father: "Don' trust the sun god," she says, and they watch over her with scandalized faces as the whispers rise, the mad girl, it's the mad girl.

"Apollo is on our side," Priam tells her as he locks her into her room, his tall, proud shadow swallowing her. "Don't you know he looks over us?"

"The gods are fickle," Cassandra screams, beating her fists over the wooden door.

*

After the war starts and Cassandra is let out, freed in the night like a loved but rabid dog, she sidles up to Helen and watches with her over the blood-tainted dust.

"They are fighting for you, aren't they?" she asks with something like wonder, but Helen shakes her head, exhales a long, deep sigh.

"No, darling," she says, resting her hand on Cassandra's hip, "they stopped that a long time ago."

[theviolonist.livejournal.com]

*

Helen, Cassandra understands, isn't the foil of this war: if anything, she's a stitcher of wounds, another unheard herald trying to protect her own. When she stands next to Andromaque and Cassandra again her beauty lies and deceits; in reality she's as peaceful as the first and as mad as the second.

Their three silhouettes on the ramparts, spelling wife-queen-prophet, are like a string of pearls: sometimes they reach powerless fingers as they see the frame of a loved one fall, slain, and they can't do anything but watch as the armies walk over him and meet again and again in the deafening ring of steel.

*

Nine years: what it takes for Cassandra to come to hate love, who took her tongue, her brothers, her father, her city, who will take her life.

Nine years: what it takes to bring Helen of Troy to her knees and cry for the mercy of death.

Nine years: what it takes for the high tide to rise, for the waves to ebb, for the storm to break.

*

Cassandra, better than anyone else, knows what destiny holds: she doesn't lift her head when a herald walks in the throne room and exclaims, "Troy burns," just like she doesn't meet Helen's eyes as she catches her mouth in a kiss and says that they will meet again.

She runs to the temple, forcing herself not to watch her home burn to ashes, and when she gets there, she sinks to the ground.

This isn't over, says the vengeful god.

Cassandra dries her eyes. "I know," she answers the silence, and lays her head against the ground, waiting.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Vala Mal Doran, time staggers on

[theviolonist.livejournal.com]

greek mythology, helen of troy, you trick young lovers that you're wicked and divine

this is a torch song (http://lynzie914.livejournal.com/59923.html?thread=573203#t573203)

[moetushie]

Greek myths, Pandora/Prometheus, so we let our back bones slip / 'til the arc spits from our fingertips / and we'll become a hazard in the rain

[moetushie]

Arthurian legend, King Arthur/Queen Guinevere/Sir Lancelot, stuck in the middle with you~

or something more serious, idk

Damn it, Autocorrect.

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Young Justice, Conner/M'gann

Remember that girl you kissed in the greenhouse,
the way sunlight misted through milky glass,
how her kiss sparked a ripple,
like oil over water, the burning desire to scratch.

[ladymercury-10.livejournal.com]

Young Justice, Dick

For the mind
suffers more than the body, may laugh at

the force of the absurd though at the time
it is no laughing matter.

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel Buffy/Gunn, street fights and makeshift weapons

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Hart of Dixie Lemon Breeland/Zoe Hart, 'If I don't cry, do you think I don't feel? If I look away, it doesn't mean I don't see'

[fikuz.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I sort of hoped you'd take one of the mythology prompts ;)

This is one of my favorite part:

Cassandra is a box for secrets: in the confines of her ribcage they accumulate slowly, like lint, sure to never get out. Privately she thinks that Apollo, when he cursed her, was punishing her for that first and final lie: the dutiful I love you she whispered as he detached his body from hers in the cloaked night.

It's like the story inside the story. Secrets like lint in her chest, viscous and suffocating. Apollo curses her for lying (it makes sense that she wouldn't openly oppose gods, she is no fool) by making sure that no one believes her when she tells the truth. The fact that she sees (hallucinates) Apollo and still pray to him.

I think it's fitting for Helen and Cassandra to unite due to their separation: they are both outcasts and both beautiful and cursed for their beauty (I mean Apollo chose Cassandra because she is the second most beautiful woman in the world).

I wonder why Helen agrees to come with Paris. She does not seem to love him and regrets bringing Troy to ruins, so why?

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Stefan/Caroline,

Opened my skin, made a claim of revolution
Then you let yourself right back in
Look at us now, are you saddened by the way that
I am carelessly unbound and still happy now

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

Smallville, Chloe & Lionel (or Chloe/Lionel)

Don't you mess with a little girl's dream
'Cause she's liable to grow up mean

Surprised you to find that I'm laughing?
You thought that you'd find me in tears
You thought I'd be crawling the walls
Like a tiny mosquito and trembling in fear

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

the vampire diaries, caroline, I might tire myself out from struggling, and drown but I will not sink.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Jeremy, I wonder how many hauntings go unreported because wailing and the sound of chains are still better than an empty house.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Klaus/Caroline, I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Elena -

Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Jane/Lisbon, “maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love”

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The West Wing, Josh/Donna,

love, love is a verb,
love is a doing word