(ficathon): he told me i was holy...

[clockwork_hart1]

<center><a href="http://clockwork-hart1.livejournal.com/29383.html"><img src="http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/clockwork_hart1/65440480/65251/65251_original.jpg"></a> Gods & Monsters ficathon<br>[click on the picture]</center>

^^promote

(I've been listening to a lot of Halsey and Hozier and reading Gaiman and thus am blaming this ridiculousness on that)

rules!

1. all fandoms/characters/whatevers are up for grabs as long as the prompt is vaguely related to the theme:

Gods + Monsters: anything relating to holyness/monstrousness. Literal monsters. Dragons. Personal demons. Greek/Egyptian/Norse/Celtic etc. God AUs. Religious poetry. Lyrics about finding God in a lover. Fairtytales. The monster under the bed.

e.g. What if Tara makes her spells out to the goddess Nemesis? Is Helena hearing messages from God? What happened when the Bad Wolf decided to go hunting? Could Bellamy and Octavia be Apollo and Artemis?

2. each prompt goes in a new comment
3. when you make a fill, please leave a comment here (link, title, warnings, prompt).
4. feedback is ambrosia
5. tell all your friends + dont let this die on me

Masterlist!

experience the taste || biblical mythology || raphael/azazel || pg ||
Kiss me hard before you go, Summertime Sadness, I just wanted you to know, that Baby, you're the best || by killing_kurare

semblance of touch || greek myth || circe/penelope || mature || no one has imagined us || by clockwork_hart1

antlers || doctor who || amy pond || teen || the girl with antlers || by clockwork_hart1

sweet dreams || fairytales || heroine/evil queen || teen || there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut || by yachiru

your memory lying next to mine || biblical mythology || judas/jesus; judas/lucifer || pg13 || I never betrayed him.
I loved him so much that I set him free with a kiss || by kwritten

secrets and teeth || doctor who || rose tyler || teen || There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth by tardis_stowaway

penance || doctor who || eleven/amy(/tardis) || pg || But do you feel like a young God? You know the two of us are just young gods, And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath, And they're running, running, running || by irishvampire13

the hardest thing in this world (is to live in it) || btvs || willow, giles || teen || Come and fly now with the angels, Rise again now like the phoenix, Your the love that lives forever, In the heart that never dies, never dies || by igrockspock

I'm afraid that someone else will hear me || tvd || caroline/klaus || mature || midas is king and he holds me so tight, turns me to gold in the sunlight || by clockwork_hart1

mad || doctor who || amy/eleven || teen || innocence dies screaming, honey ask me I should know, I slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door by irishvampire13

be healed || biblical mythology || judas/mary magdalene(/jesus) || pg-13 || and since he bids me seek his face, believe his word and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care || by clockwork_hart1

moth to the flame || doctor who || dark!eleven/the master || mature || hell's got my hero, maybe I'll fall in || by irishvampire13

go on and light a cigarette || gossip girl || blair/vanessa || explicit || b & v that one sunny sunday morning when the weather was cold but it was warm under the sheets and that's as close to god as it gets || by clockwork_hart1

know the taste of ashes before the fire's been set || doctor who || amy, eleven, tardis || pg || by fluffyfrolicker

of gods, or falling || gossip girl || jenny, blair || vague bulimia || the awful immortality of the teenage girl || by fluffyfrolicker

fell in love with the moon || revolution/greek mythology || charlie/artemis || mature || i want to tear you apart, and lay your shame bare; // the moon illuminates your flesh, and you will learn, hungry dogs are never loyal || by lynzie914

Comments

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

tvd, caroline/klaus,

midas is king and he holds me so tight
turns me to gold in the sunlight

[clockwork-hart1.livejournal.com]

aaaah no way.

i was telling myself i wasn't allowed to actually write stuff until the weekend but.

hmm.

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

well it's ALMOST the weekend. :D

I'm afraid that someone else will hear me (1/2)

[clockwork-hart1.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that someone else will hear me || mature (?)

The silence of a bedroom, intersecting with the red sheets, counteracting with the lips are her throat, dragging sounds from her chest and into the ether.

His mouth tastes like the sun on her skin.

If she doesn’t breathe, then the moment is solid, then the gold of his hair brushing her collarbones is more than momentary. If she dies now his arms hold her holy.

If he dies now she won’t hold it against him.

*

Caroline wakes up in Paris. The morning is sentient, she feels like cut glass when the sun passes through her. When the streets cannot swallow her, they spit her against the alleyways that divide like labyrinths.

(Her and Bonnie and Elena, fourteen and swallowing stories over hot chocolate and painted nails; the beast was cast into an endless prison and Ariadne was thrown away to appease the beast.)

Caroline can’t be sure which she is, but it never mattered before, it doesn’t now.

She’s in a white dress. She can taste blood on her tongue, and it isn’t hers and a street artist called her an angel so she flashed him her teeth.

She’s careful; only risky in small doses. It’s hardly a breadcrumb trail.

*

His hands around her wrist like cuffs that kiss her bones until they purple. His mouth traces the bruises and suck more to the surface and they fade fast enough that he can kiss more supernovas into her deadwhite skin, so he does, and she whimpers, and he doesn’t stop to smile.

She could break his fingers if she felt like it.

He’d only thank her.

She stretches under him, lets his angles cut into her softness until their bruises match. He lies between her legs dragging bloody tracks down her left thigh and biting pinpricks in the right, then licks the mess away. She’s quivering before his fingers trail anywhere near they should.

It’s only as painful as she asks for.

*

In Barcelona the sun feels like something divine.

Caroline is an angel on the cobbles. The wild cats and dogs kiss her wrist when they bite venom into tourists.

Sunset falls on her too soon and it feels like it’s dragging her underwater, a place where she can’t breathe and her white wings cannot save her and she knows Barcelona was not her city to claim, as much as she craves it.

She steals a hymn book from every Cathedral she passes through before she melts away.

*

I'm afraid that someone else will hear me (2/2)

[clockwork-hart1.livejournal.com]

He doesn’t fuck her like other boys did. He doesn’t kiss her throat and swear god is hiding between her legs. He doesn’t go fast to chase the high of her. He doesn’t go slow to love her.

He holds her hips like she’s made of steel and he still has to splinter her skin. He presses himself low against her to feel where they touch at every curve, rolling his hips in slow increments. He fucks her like they’re immortal and the closest thing to heaven is:

Her open mouth and the sounds falling through it.

Her neck and the pulse matching his.

Her body clutching him closer and her fingernails dragging him away.

He fucks her like heaven isn’t a place they can get to, so he rides out feeling celestial for as long as he can.

*

Rome says no.

It spits in Caroline’s face.

She never asked to be holy, the damnation tastes like bloody wine.

There are too many other ghosts there.

*

With his fingers on her spine she is sleepless and blessed. Her hair tangles under his touch and he crushes her to gold.

She could turn and count his bruises and know he holds more than her, canvassed and perfectly reflecting the stars outside. She could turn and kiss him and and let him turn her to scripture in post coital whispers.

She could turn and hold her head to his chest and fall asleep with his breath warming her throat as the world ends beyond the window and no one would remember the ashes but them.

She lets him curl around her instead.

*

Caroline almost expects to wake up in New Orleans, drinking the hello off of his lips.

She doesn’t.

New York feels like someone else’s home, her mattress a dirty heap on the floor. Nothing has felt more like the right kind of wild. She wanders the galleries for days hunting for something that feels decadent the way she does. In a moment there’s a painting she notices, something about the paint strokes familiar as the fingers on the back of her neck.

Klaus presses his lips to her ear and says something dangerous like, hello, I’ve been waiting for you.

She smiles and tells him next time he’ll learn to wait longer.

RE: I'm afraid that someone else will hear me (2/2)

[lynzie914.livejournal.com]

I AM SO COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH THIS.

HOW DO YOU DO THESE THINGS?

I LOVE THEM IN SO MANY PLACES AND HOW DIFFERENT THEY ALL ARE, AND HOW THEY TREAT CAROLINE. AND ROME SPIT HER OUT BUT SHE NEVER ASKED TO BE HOLY. THAT WAS NEVER ON HER LIST OF THINGS SHE WANTED. AND SHE CAN'T HAVE BARCELONA BECAUSE IT SMOTHERS HER. SHE GOES TO SO MANY PLACES AND SHE NEVER GETS TO KEEP ANY OF THEM.

AND KLAUS AND HIS POSSESIVE LOVE. HIS HANDS AS SHACKLES. HIS HANDS AS SHACKLES.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS.

AND HE FUCKS HER LIKE SHES HEAVEN HERSELF. THE CLOSEST HE WILL EVER GET. they will ever get.

AND IT ALL TOO PERFECT AND HORRIBLY WONDERFUL!

Re: I'm afraid that someone else will hear me (2/2)

[clockwork-hart1.livejournal.com]

I;M SO GLAD YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH THIS

NO PLACE IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR CAROLINE BUT SHE HAS TO FIND A HOME SOMEWHERE 'CAUSE SHE CAN'T FIND ONE INSIDE HERSELF

SHE'S THE CLOSEST THING ANY OF US WILL GET TO HEAVEN

THIS FIC WAS A BLAST TY BBY ILU