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

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena

Oh, I try out a smile,
and I aim it at you.
Oh, you must have missed it,
you always do

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco/Hermione

You are the risk I'll always take.
The only branch I'll never break.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Spooks, Ros Myers

Well, time will tell you you're just getting older
And fear will teach you to shut your eyes
Well I've made amends with the bones in my closet
I was born alone, but I will not die alone

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Kitty Pryde/Pete Wisdom, the dangerous sports club rides again

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, Caprica Six/Gaius Baltar, You twisted my soul and opened my eyes

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Domino/Cable

In my silence
I am strong
When I'm quiet
I belong
And in this solace
I am born
I built an empire
You tore down the walls

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, Ellen & Saul Tigh, Will I find there's a better way than mine\When I'm sober again?

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, [Katherine, Elena, Caroline, Anna, Rebekah, Vikki --- any, or combination of]

Crawl on me
sink into me
die for me
Living Dead Girl

Blood on her skin
dripping with Sin
do it again
Living Dead Girl

[xx-pinkstar.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF, Gendry/Arya | i fell in love with you the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

[xx-pinkstar.livejournal.com]

Les Miserables Eponine/Marius | it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

This song buried itself inside my head and started making prompt babies. =X

[xx-pinkstar.livejournal.com]

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries Darcy/Lydia | a fond kiss and then we sever, a farewell and then forever

and baby, heaven's in your eyes (mature - mentions of compulsion and drug use)

[pocochina.livejournal.com]

Her first stop after she turns is to look in on Alaric, to watch him squeeze a fist around his ring until his finger turns purple. Then she slips into her office for...nothing anyone would miss. Her favorite earrings, a backup of her research, a pocketful of wolfsbane.

She won't quite let herself run out of excuses that push him to the bottom of her list - her last stop before Thailand will be a at the end seat of the third row of some dusty old bleachers which haven't changed since well before the early nineties - but she knows she won't not go, just as surely as she knows he won't turn her away.

His apartment tells a flavorless tale of impersonal success, with western-facing windows reaching up to a high ceiling and just enough furniture of a dark mahogany set.

God, this could have been my life, she thinks, and only manages to avoid a sigh of relief by virtue of not needing to breathe.

He hands her a glass of bourbon. He's not hostile, but not kind. "What's going on, Isobel?"

Everything. Also, nothing, ever again.

"John, do you love me?"

"I did," he says.

*

She stays in Thailand exactly as long as expected and avoids getting too restless on the Orient Express. She sees Cairo and Johannesburg, and savors the ability to stay room temperature through every month and climate.

Still, she finds herself back in Nashville, knocking dully on a door that hasn't changed. She's only slightly paler than him; he's only a little more alive than her.

He's learned his way around women since they were kids. She doesn't know what she expected, and she'll never need anything again, but this is something she's almost capable of wanting.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course," he says dully.

That's not their agreement, the frosty accord they reached when he let her into this dark, dustless room.

She should let him remember this time. Make him remember. Just out of spite.

He does another line before prying his eyes away from the coffee table. "Are you done here?"

That shit'll kill you, she almost says. But that's not their agreement either, so she just nods.

"Just a tip from an old friend," she does say as she collects her bra from his floor and her image from his brain. "Lay off the cheap stuff."

"Good idea," he scoffs. "Show yourself out."

*

"John, do you love me?"

He runs a thumb across her temple, over the veins that are always hard and tight just beneath her skin, and then down to her open mouth, taking her in with his eyes and his touch.

"Not like this."

"Pretty ballsy for you." Even for you, she thinks, he's always been as hard as ice. As hard, and as unrelentingly, stickily cold. "I could kill you so easily, you know."

He twists up a shrug and curls out a sneer, and means them both. "I don't give a fuck what you do."

"Good." She nods as she takes it all back. "That's good."

(cont'd)

Re: and baby, heaven's in your eyes (mature - mentions of compulsion and drug use)

[pocochina.livejournal.com]

*

He doesn't know about their embarrassing little habit and wouldn't know when to expect her if he did. Still, she keeps coming, until she knows every surface of his place by how it feels against her back. She supposes it was just a matter of time until she spent a Sunday morning in his bed.

Might as well go for broke.

"John, do you love me?"

He rolls his eyes and reaches for his Blackberry.

"Answer me, John."

She has forever, but he doesn't. She walks back across the room and straddles his legs, cool Egyptian cotton chafing her thighs, and leans into his gaze. He looks back at her, all breakable and blue. "Tell me the truth, John."

"I've grown inoculated to your charms, Isobel."

She pushes harder, leans smack into an unfamiliar kind of harshness. "Are you on vervain?"

"Sure," he says. "Or I just don't give a shit."

She almost cares which it is.

*

She leaves him alone after that, until she hears that Damon Salvatore has gone back home to Mystic Falls.

He buzzes her into the building for the pleasure of slamming his door in her face.

An older couple walk past from the elevator. She drops her eyes at the carpet and simpers as they pass, and relishes that she can still make his neighbors judge him a little harder than her before she knocks again.

"Trick or treat, John."

"What do you want?"

"What's the condo board's policy on doors getting ripped off their hinges?"

He swings the door wide open, pressing one hand against either side of the door frame. "Entirely too lenient, I've always said."

"It's good to see you, John." She could make him believe her, but she'd rather have his hate than glassy-eyed obedience. "We need to talk about Elena."

He lets her in.

[pocochina.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries - Isobel/John, tell me i'm your National Anthem - and baby, heaven's in your eyes (http://lynzie914.livejournal.com/59923.html?thread=546579#t546579) - M for drug use and compulsion

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games, Katniss/Gale

Where do you go when you're in love and the world knows?
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down?

[plural-entity.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Elena.

Suicidal is an ugly word. I am just homesick for a better time.

[lusimeles.livejournal.com]

Once, during a moment of weakness, Blair had written in her diary: There is a thin line between love and hate and I walk it like a ballerina on a tightrope. She had been 19 that year and Chuck Bass had just attempted to prostitute her to his uncle in exchange for a hotel, like something out of a late 90’s Mark Wahlberg movie involving dead hookers and cheap motels, as far removed from Blair’s beautiful, polished life as one could imagine.

She had hated Chuck very much for very long after that, and the sheer ferocity of her emotions had made it impossible for her to tell the difference between loving him and hating him. On a different day she had written: Maybe there is no difference between love and hate after all. Either way the body burns and the mouth trembles; the stomach devours itself in terror. The more I hate him the more I cannot stand to be away from him, and the more I long to consume him the way he has consumed me. I do not love unless I hate first.

Then had come the time of resignation, of defeat: she could not stop loving him, Blair knew, but she could numb her love. She could allow it to crystallize and grow cold so that even if it never broke, at least she could freeze it at some point in time so that some secret, potential part of her would remain forever withheld from from. It was a strategy which had appealed to both the romantic and spiteful sides of her.

She had never so much stopped loving Chuck, Blair understands, as she had merely finally succeeded in growing out of herself. Some part of her will always love Chuck Bass, but that part of her bears impossibly little resemblance to the version existing at present. Blair had been surprised to realize, once the present version of her had finally emerged from its cocoon for good, that the experience of letting go of Blair-and-Chuck had, in the end, been only slightly more world-shattering than the experience of letting go of Blair-and-Nate (Henry had not been painful at all; Blair had steeled herself through more onerous facial extractions).

Dan had come back into her life unexpectedly, and yet predictably. Blair had not expected it, at least not precisely; that he had continued to love her despite all her betrayals she had known - he had given away by his eyes, as he always did. Those great, googly eyes of his had probably been responsible for... swaying her in the very first place their first time around; she had gazed into the abyss one too many times and seen blind adoration reflected back at her. You are good, those eyes had said. You are perfect; you were born perfect; don’t change a hair for me, not if you care for me. There had never been a better way to seduce a consummate narcissist, but all it proved was that she had not fallen for him but for herself, and love requires an Object.

[lusimeles.livejournal.com]

Still, she had considered Dan a thing that was Over by the time Blair had reunited with Chuck. She had simply stopped thinking of him - willed her mind to forget (Blair having a talent for that sort of thing) - until the memory of their time together was wiped out of existence. Yet just because she had forgotten did not mean he would as well - this had always been the fatal flaw in Blair’s plan. She had overlooked him when he had not been one to overlook; she can begrudge him that at least, acknowledge her own hubris.

She does not hate Dan, even though they have gone back to fucking (and worse still, cuddling up together to Vivien Leigh marathons); Dan is too much of a bore for Blair to truly hate. At best he irritates her, more like the proverbial ant at a picnic (crawling its way up her thigh) than a spider spinning cobwebs all around her heart. He is dull, sweet; even his cleverness, which others might take to be his most interesting quality, lacks the savagery to make her blood jump. His voice soothes her during even the most vicious arguments, his hair is - surprisingly malleable when she combs it with her fingertips, his clothes are simple and plain and come off easily when she tugs at them. Blair does not feel weakened at the mere sight of Dan smiling at her in the morning; all she feels is peace, cold and quiet like an endless sea.

And yet - yet - Blair thinks, she has never felt more beautiful, more free. It is good what he gives her, this strange well-being, equal parts calming and unsettling as an overdose of Xanax medication. She looks over at Dan, who is sleeping, the sunlight dusting the apples of his cheeks, kissing the side of his mouth. This is the boy who loves me, Blair thinks, and leans down to steal a kiss of her own.

That much, at least, she and Dan have in common.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

Suits, Donna/Harvey,

(At least out loud)
I won’t say I’m in love

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

Smallville, Chloe/Oliver, you feel like home to me

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester,

Takes just a breeze to cause a storm
Takes just a breath to cause a scream
It takes me to cause a tragedy

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Elena, I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

pretty little liars, spencer,

just give me a reason
just a little bits enough
just a second we’re not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

The West Wing, Josh/Donna,

There was a disturbance in my heart
A voice that spoke there and said
“I want, I want, I want”
And when I tried to suppress it,
It got even stronger.