comment_fic dump for the week of December 5
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: Inception, team, a surreal dream
Wordcount: 6
Who built the damn love shack?
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: Inception, Arthur, dangerous
Wordcount: 6
They warned of death, not heartbreak.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: love_evil
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer, stars
Wordcount: 24
the morning star, the light-bringer
(and now so full of darkness)
wasn't he right, in the end?
(he did this out of love)
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: mangacrack
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer & Dean, punishment
Wordcount: 6
Seeing not-Sam is punishment enough.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: any, any, love it raw, til tender is far too fierce for us
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; 2014!Dean/2014!Cas
Wordcount: 18
dean finds him when he's hurting-
(rough and raw, filled with need)
-pleasure is enough; kisses, too much.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: oteap
Prompt: any, any, the end
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Dean, Castiel
Wordcount: 6
And Dean finally sees his wings.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: Supernatural, Winchesters, blood
Wordcount: 6
Blood runs thicker than the apocalypse.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: truthwritaslies
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean, It's a classic look.
Wordcount: 6
All swag (but so broken inside).
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: Any, any, you better run, better run/faster than my bullet
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Sam, Madison
Wordcount: 52
"I can't."
"You must."
And after that it's just a reflex: nerves firing one after another, impulses jumping synapses down his spinal cord and to his hands, and before he can blink-before he can even fucking shed a tear and say "I'm sorry"-he's pulled the trigger and she's already dead.
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: author’s choice, author’s choice, you have made me a savage master/because I know how to serve (Brendan Kennelly)
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Bela
Wordcount: 70
And it's not that she wants to do this, that she likes making a career out of backstabbing; it's not that she enjoys seeing the hurt on their faces when they realize her betrayal (and every time she tells herself no, Bela, keep your heart still; you must never show weakness)-it's simply that she has no other choice.
Self-preservation comes first. Her father taught her that much, at least.
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: straydog733
Prompt: Harry Potter, Percy Weasley, the one time he dropped his prefect's decorum
Pairing: Percy/Penelope
Wordcount: 185
The first time they kissed, it was in an empty classroom: She sat with one leg hanging down from a crooked desk and he had his hand on the small of her back; the dusty moonlight made her eyes shine, made her smile so much more secret, made that touch on his cheek linger with a tenderness that weighed on his soul.
Her hand brushed against his when they left the classroom, but he did not return that longing on her fingertips-instead, he straightened his robes and chastised a passing first-year, and, when she said good night to him at the bottom of a staircase, he looked away, blushed, and was silent.
And as she watched him walk away (his robes brushing against the ground with every step; her tears hot as they spilled down her cheeks), her fingers traced the edges of the badge she wore on her breast, and she wondered if he would say anything if she ran up to him and ripped his precious badge off and tossed that piece of his honor into the depths of the Great Lake.
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: Inception, team, a surreal dream
Wordcount: 6
Who built the damn love shack?
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: Inception, Arthur, dangerous
Wordcount: 6
They warned of death, not heartbreak.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: love_evil
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer, stars
Wordcount: 24
the morning star, the light-bringer
(and now so full of darkness)
wasn't he right, in the end?
(he did this out of love)
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: mangacrack
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer & Dean, punishment
Wordcount: 6
Seeing not-Sam is punishment enough.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: any, any, love it raw, til tender is far too fierce for us
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; 2014!Dean/2014!Cas
Wordcount: 18
dean finds him when he's hurting-
(rough and raw, filled with need)
-pleasure is enough; kisses, too much.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: oteap
Prompt: any, any, the end
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Dean, Castiel
Wordcount: 6
And Dean finally sees his wings.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: Supernatural, Winchesters, blood
Wordcount: 6
Blood runs thicker than the apocalypse.
Challenge: 6 words
Prompter: truthwritaslies
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean, It's a classic look.
Wordcount: 6
All swag (but so broken inside).
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: nevcolleil
Prompt: Any, any, you better run, better run/faster than my bullet
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Sam, Madison
Wordcount: 52
"I can't."
"You must."
And after that it's just a reflex: nerves firing one after another, impulses jumping synapses down his spinal cord and to his hands, and before he can blink-before he can even fucking shed a tear and say "I'm sorry"-he's pulled the trigger and she's already dead.
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: tigriswolf
Prompt: author’s choice, author’s choice, you have made me a savage master/because I know how to serve (Brendan Kennelly)
Fandom/Characters: Supernatural; Bela
Wordcount: 70
And it's not that she wants to do this, that she likes making a career out of backstabbing; it's not that she enjoys seeing the hurt on their faces when they realize her betrayal (and every time she tells herself no, Bela, keep your heart still; you must never show weakness)-it's simply that she has no other choice.
Self-preservation comes first. Her father taught her that much, at least.
❧
Challenge: 3 sentences
Prompter: straydog733
Prompt: Harry Potter, Percy Weasley, the one time he dropped his prefect's decorum
Pairing: Percy/Penelope
Wordcount: 185
The first time they kissed, it was in an empty classroom: She sat with one leg hanging down from a crooked desk and he had his hand on the small of her back; the dusty moonlight made her eyes shine, made her smile so much more secret, made that touch on his cheek linger with a tenderness that weighed on his soul.
Her hand brushed against his when they left the classroom, but he did not return that longing on her fingertips-instead, he straightened his robes and chastised a passing first-year, and, when she said good night to him at the bottom of a staircase, he looked away, blushed, and was silent.
And as she watched him walk away (his robes brushing against the ground with every step; her tears hot as they spilled down her cheeks), her fingers traced the edges of the badge she wore on her breast, and she wondered if he would say anything if she ran up to him and ripped his precious badge off and tossed that piece of his honor into the depths of the Great Lake.