[five acts; winter 2011]
Jan. 6th, 2011 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kricketsFIVE ACTS
1. Make list of your five favorite themes/kinks etc. to read about (this list can help), with the fandoms you'd like to read about them in.
2. Post the list.
3. Hop over here to share your list with the world.
4. Play as inspired :)
Five Acts/Themes
01. scars, tattoos, freckles, etc.
02. angst & dark themes, but not without some sweetness/hope/positivity
03. post apocalyptic/dystopias/etc.
04. travel, journeys, road trips and old motels, ghost towns, abandoned places, highways, trains, nomads
05. isolation, characters stuck together and forced to deal with thinky thoughts and feelings and urges and tension and such
Fandoms & Pairings
Grey's Anatomy: mark/owen, april/jackson, april/jackson/alex, alex/arizona
Firefly: simon/mal, river/simon, mal/simon/river
Lost: claire/jack, claire/jack/sawyer, alex/richard, claire/richard, sun/michael, jin/michael, jin/michael/sun
Battlestar Galactica: ellen/sam, sam/galen, kara/leoben, sam/leoben, sam/tucker
Being Human: annie/mitchell, mitchell/carl [Have not finished s2 yet!]
Dollhouse: alpha/echo, topher/priya, mag/zone!
Haven: duke/nathan, julia/duke, duke/nathan/julia
Jericho: eric/jake!
Stargate: Atlantis: sheppard/ronon, elizabeth/rodney
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles: derek/allison
Community: jeff/annie, troy/annie
Chuck: awesome/anyone!, awesome/sarah, awesome/chuck [I have only seen s1 but don't care about spoilers.]
Misfits: simon/alisha
The Vampire Diaries: caroline/stefan!, caroline/tyler, caroline/tyler/matt, matt/tyler, tyler/jeremy, stefan/tyler
The Pacific: chuckler/leckie, chuckler/leckie/stella
The Glades: jim/callie
The Hunger Games: Gale/Katniss, Peeta/Finnick, Peeta/Gale, Gale/Prim
Fic Written
the cure; lost, alex/richard; r; prompt-amnesia; for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
bittersweet_ficin the crumbling walls; community, annie/jeff; pg13; prompt-apoc-road trips; for
lenina20Fic Recieved
stargate atlantis; john/ronon; post-apoc; by
somehowunbrokenleave my body for the sky; being human; annie/mitchell; post-apoc; by
lenina20firefly; river/simon; scars; by
toestastegoodlost, claire/jack; ghost towns; by
gemjaman act of faith against the nigh; the vampire diaries, stefan/caroline; prompts - ghost town & isolation by
ozmissageFandom list for reference: Grey's Anatomy, Firefly, Lost, Battlestar Galactica, Being Human, Dollhouse, Haven, Jericho, Stargate Atlantis, Terminator The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Community, Chuck, Misfits, The Vampire Diaries, The Pacific, The Glades
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
found your name in the list! #3 :)
Date: 2011-01-07 03:30 am (UTC)Ronon's less hopeful than John is, but he keeps quiet, keeps searching. He knows how important it is to have something to keep you going.
It's nearly seven Earth months - Ronon knows, because John's been keeping careful track, a notch in a stick every day, a new stick every seven days - before John lies till against him, his back pressed right against Ronon's warm chest, and sighs. "We're not going to find anyone else."
"No," Ronon agrees.
"Rodney, Teyla. Carson. Elizabeth."
"No," Ronon says again, more softly, trying to cushion the blow. John still reels a little, like he's been bracing for the blow but is still shocked by how hard it comes.
It's a few long moments before John's whole body slumps. Ronon's glad they're already lying down. "What do we do now?"
"Keep going," Ronon says simply.
John nods slowly. Ronon throws an arm around his waist and keeps a careful eye open as John slips into sleep.
Re: found your name in the list! #3 :)
Date: 2011-01-07 04:14 am (UTC)Being Human - Mitchell/Annie (post-apocalyptic); leave my body for the sky, pg-13
Date: 2011-01-07 11:23 am (UTC)(of course they do but—
—the scary part: they’re not the only ones.
they were never two of a kind.)
-
when the world is over, the remains are dark and violent and cold despite the brightness.
annie drives (because she can) and michell wears sunglasses because the desert light hurts his eyes. sometimes they speak, sometimes they speak nonstop, but they rarely speak what’s on their mind. sometimes only, when annie is tired and says she needs to rest for a while, and “i never though i’d be this far away from home.”
(there is no home anymore; the desert is everywhere, and in the open it feels safer.)
“maybe the world hasn’t ended,” mitchell says.
annie nods, used to it, and looks away—but lets her fingers find his, because he can touch her, and that helps, feeling okay. she doesn’t speak, though, and she tries not to listen, either.
“maybe we’ve just been here too long, and we’ve forgotten all the thousands of years in between.”
in between now and then, in between now and george, now and feeling human and feeling alive. then was never before they died.
he squeezes her hand. “maybe it’s better this way.”
-
when the world is over, mitchell and annie remain.
when the world is over, the remains are dark and scary and violent.
mitchell and annie drive, hide in plain sight, wait for the sun to run out of heat.
(mitchell could leave. anytime he wants.
but he’ll never leave her.)
-
Re: Being Human - Mitchell/Annie (post-apocalyptic); leave my body for the sky, pg-13
Date: 2011-01-07 03:08 pm (UTC)Re: Being Human - Mitchell/Annie (post-apocalyptic); leave my body for the sky, pg-13
Date: 2011-01-07 11:57 pm (UTC)Firefly, River/Simon, scars
Date: 2011-01-07 11:30 pm (UTC)Simon traces every scar with the tips of his fingers, never daring to press hard, never lingering for more than a split-second. In the wake of his fingers he presses gentle kisses, until River sighs in contentment, and relaxes against his chest. His hand trails over her stomach now, over a deep scar he doesn't recognise, a blast like shrapnel.
"Boom," River whispers, turning her head towards him, twisting so that she can watch as she runs her fingers against his lips. "Sometimes they don't have to shoot you. The scars are all around."
He closes his eyes and feels the ghost of her fingers against his lips. He can't deny her anything; she is his to protect, to surround and comfort. And he belongs to her just as thoroughly - every inch, every line, every scar.
"Mine," River agrees, before she turns to sink against his chest again, her back pressed against him as they lie together. "They gave you to me."
"I've always been yours, River," he reminds her. There was no giving involved. They were born this way.
Together. Bound.
He trails his fingers up and down her bare arms and listens as she hums in contentment. Space speeds by around them, a grand nothingness, and Simon invites it in: he allows it to make them feel small, special, and alone.
Re: Firefly, River/Simon, scars
Date: 2011-01-07 11:33 pm (UTC)Holy crap. I admit that while I do love this pairing it is not always written to my liking but this? This is beyond perfection. (How is this so perfect?) Gah.
*draws hearts all around*
Thank you so much.
Re: Firefly, River/Simon, scars
Date: 2011-01-07 11:59 pm (UTC)Re: Firefly, River/Simon, scars
Date: 2011-01-08 01:06 am (UTC)Ditto to what KC said! This is amazing.
This line in particular really struck me:
"I've always been yours, River," he reminds her. There was no giving involved. They were born this way..
Just beautiful!
Lost, Jack/Claire, ghost towns
Date: 2011-01-08 11:17 am (UTC)He wonders what it was that made everyone leave this place. He doesn’t ask the question out loud. To her, this isn’t about the abandonment, it’s about the beauty that existed before.
She makes up lives as she walks in and out of houses, stores, diners. She knows where all the cool kids would’ve hung out. She knows where she would’ve hung out. It’s not the same place, but she seems pleased with that.
She goes into bedrooms and talks about the passions of imaginary people. She goes into kitchens and talks about domesticity. Jack wonders if she’s telling him about the life she wants, or if her own version would be different again. She seems to enjoy life off the beaten path.
In the final house, she uses her finger to write her name in the dust that lays heavy over a kitchen counter. He’s not sure whether she’s claiming it or simply bearing witness.
Outside, the sun beats down and the world still turns. They climb back into their car and she leans over, kissing his cheek, soft lips catching on stubble. She smiles, a smile that lets him know she feels alive, and then they pull out onto the highway, wind in their hair once more.
Re: Lost, Jack/Claire, ghost towns
Date: 2011-01-08 04:30 pm (UTC)Re: Lost, Jack/Claire, ghost towns
Date: 2011-01-08 11:40 pm (UTC)TVD; Stefan/Caroline, apocalypse, isolation, ghost town, PG-13, an act of faith against the night
Date: 2011-01-09 04:37 pm (UTC)(He had hoped it would never come.)
The world has gone to hell and for the lucky, for the living this is the end.
But Stefan is not alive, hasn’t been for decades, so he persists along with the other monsters, the other devils, he persists along with her.
Caroline takes his hand, knitting her fingers through his, a reminder that he is not alone. Not yet.
“We could go somewhere else,” she says. “I bet the beaches in Miami are totally empty now.”
Only Caroline could find a silver lining in the apocalypse.
Stefan stares at the sign, tipped over and cracked, letters faded---Welcome to Mystic Falls.
“We’re where we need to be,” he says and Caroline tightens her grip on his hand.
*
It seems wrong for the town to be so empty. Mystic Falls was always teaming with life and death, with people loving, hating, fucking, killing. Stefan misses the chaos.
He watches Caroline closely, waiting for her to break. She never does. He forgets how much she’s changed. There are places she won’t go. The remnants of her house, the Lockwood estate, the school---they’re all off limits. But she makes the rest of the town their home.
They live in the mansion. Stefan can’t imagine living anywhere else. He turns every corner expecting to see ghosts, to hear voices he never thought he’d miss. He finds Caroline instead, sneaking up behind him, covering his eyes with her small hands. It’s not an unpleasant surprise.
*
“Do you want rabbit or Bambi?” she asks, two glasses of fresh blood clutched in her hands.
They could eat like animals now, there’s no one left to pretend for, but she still pours the blood of their kills into tumblers, still makes him sit down at the table like a man.
“Rabbit’s fine,” he says.
She wrinkles her nose and Stefan can’t stop himself from laughing.
“Now that I’ve called it Bambi, I’m kind of over this one,” she says.
Stefan leans forward and takes the glass of deer blood from her hand.
“So you’re okay with drinking Thumper then?” he teases.
“Shut up.”
She smiles brightly and that sight warms him faster than the blood ever could.
*
They lie face to face on a bed he’s shared with too many people before and stare at each other in the darkness. They’re quiet, both listening to the night, waiting for the sound of others. As usual, there’s nothing.
Even the vampires have left Mystic Falls to rot.
It’s just the two of them now. He doesn't mind.
“We don’t have to stay here,” Stefan whispers.
Caroline shifts closer until her head is tucked under his chin, her voice lost against his skin.
“I don’t mind. It’s nice…being home.”
*
They chase each other through the square, past the grill and the offices with their shuttered windows and doors. They run and they forget for a moment to worry about the world beyond Mystic Falls, about all the people that will never come back.
He catches her and they fall to the ground, tangled together, laughing and free.
Re: TVD; Stefan/Caroline, apocalypse, isolation, ghost town, PG-13, an act of faith against the nigh
Date: 2011-01-09 11:28 pm (UTC)Re: TVD; Stefan/Caroline, apocalypse, isolation, ghost town, PG-13, an act of faith against the nigh
Date: 2011-01-11 04:32 am (UTC)vampire porn, tyler/caroline, scars, r
Date: 2011-01-13 08:37 pm (UTC)He wonders if Caroline has any scars, too, but who knows. Maybe she also can heal magically and her skin gets to stay flawless. It’s stuff he really shouldn’t be thinking about, but lately he either thinks about Caroline or about the curse, and if you ask him he’d rather think about her.
--
When he sees her at school, he feels a sudden instinct to push her against the lockers and kiss her; at nights he might have dreamed of her teeth scraping on his neck and fuck if it should not turn him on.
Except that it does.
--
Sometimes she looks back at him and then tears her eyes away just after, like she doesn’t want to be caught staring at him because there’s hunger in her stare, and if Tyler has jerked off a couple of times and thought about that look as he did, no one is around to witness it.
--
It happens at her place. He had dropped by just to talk, she had let him in and it had ended with her pinning him against the wall because he kissed her first. The kiss had been brief and possibly half-awkward, but then she had moved and now her hands are pushing his wrists against the wall and he can’t move.
And fuck, he likes that she’s stronger than him, like this. He could and would probably hurt her if it was a full moon, but like this he’s practically helpless, and the way she’s staring at him, he thinks he’ll combust.
“We can’t do this,” she says, and her tone suggests that she wants to do exactly the contrary.
“Bite me,” he answers, and then her leg is pressing against his crotch and she’s covering his whole body with hers (she looks tiny in comparison to him but it doesn’t feel like it right now) and she’s staring at him like he has just asked something very stupid.
Which he probably did.
“You’re insane,” Caroline replies, but doesn’t move. “I could kill you. And sorry but I’m not really sure I should drink your blood.”
“I trust you. And you don’t need to drink it. Just – I want – do it,” he blathers, and damn but there’s so much hunger in her eyes, and he pushes his hips forward against her as her teeth bite on his neck before moving away, careful not to touch his blood with her tongue. He’s barely breathing when she kisses him, hard and merciless, and it might be because she doesn’t want to even see his blood, but Tyler gasps into her mouth and moves against her, his hands clutching at her hips.
It feels too good to stop, and who cares if they shouldn’t.
no subject
Date: 2011-01-15 08:27 pm (UTC)alex/jackson/april, nc-17
for prompts #1 and #2