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Dean Winchester ([personal profile] righteously) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-03-21 01:46 am

For all your angsty needs.


Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.
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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

castdown: (though the brightest fell)

Lucifer | Supernatural

[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-21 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
tryingitall: (brooding)


[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-24 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[When you're an angel in Heaven's good graces, 'Because I said so' is usually all the explanation you need when given an order. For most of his life, Balthazar has been no exception to this rule. That's what some angels call Faith. But what the hell do they know, really?

Balthazar's always thought of it as loyalty. Devotion to family. And he loves his siblings, every last one, even the ones he never really knew. It hurt when Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven, but he got over that.

Gabriel leaving was harder to accept.

And then there was Anna. He watched her body and Grace streak through the sky, knowing she was lost forever. That hurt enough that he started to ask uncomfortable questions.

Uriel died later on. Traitor or not, that was his brother, and he grieved.
But Castiel, blown to pieces by Raphael the Healer...that was what broke him.

An armful of weapons from the Heavenly arsenal, and a few artful deceptions later, he's hit the surface of the planet as hard as any fallen angel ever did, save one. Coincidentally, that's the one he's looking for, and on the bank of a creek in the Deep South, coincidentally named 'Jordan's Branch', he prays to Heaven's greatest enemy. He's got nothing to lose.]

Lucifer? I know you're out there. You probably don't remember me. But I have...something for you. And I want to see you. [Chances are he won't survive this encounter. But it doesn't matter anymore.]
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[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-24 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucifer didn't receive prayers, not really. Oh, there was the usual summons and chants and watered-down rituals from so-called Satanists, worthless little humans who flattered themselves rebels, but actual, earnest prayers weren't something he was familiar with.

So when a genuine call comes down the line - and from another angel, no less - the small bloom of warmth against his Grace is a shock.

The Morningstar freezes before he even thinks about it, his demons giving him startled, nervous glances while he considers the message. It could be a trap, of course, but any angel loyal to Heaven was, above all else, obedient. They would wait for the proper time and the proper place for the End.

And this angel, this little brother wanted to see him, and that alone is enough to pique his curiosity. The least he can do is oblige.

A flurry of muffled wingbeats later, and Lucifer is standing at the edge of the creek, head cocked. His vessel isn't exactly intimidating - tall, but scruffy and a bit careworn - but his expression is open, patient, and certainly curious. ]

Hello, brother. [ A pause, and his brow furrows. Placing his much younger siblings is sometimes difficult - by the end, he had been spending much more time with the three other archangels - but it comes to him eventually. ] Balthazar, right?
tryingitall: (brooding)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-24 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps it's fitting, then, as Balthazar isn't known for praying. He tried once or twice, but there was no answer. He wasn't about to get in a snit over that; the Almighty must have plenty of better things to do than listen to one angel complain. But he didn't want to become a pest.

So, his voice may come across awkwardly, a mix of uncertainty and misery weighing it down. When Lucifer appears, his posture, likewise, is utterly wretched. Not really kneeling, he's hunched over on the edge of a flat rock, and holding a battered goat's horn in his lap. Lucifer may recognize it as the shofar that blasted the walls of Jericho.]

Hello, brother. [The echoed greeting is quiet, but not without a hint of warmth. Blood is thicker than water, and Grace is thicker than either.] That's right. I've left Heaven. Will you hear me out?
castdown: (to bottomless perdition)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-24 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ It's said instantly, unquestioningly. Given a choice, he'd always hear out his siblings - he'd be offended that Balthazar would even ask, but Lucifer doubts Heaven speaks very fondly of him, any more. (If they even speak of him at all.)

His brother's appearance prompts something very like concern to crease his face - the misery, the exhaustion, the fact that he had one of Heaven's weapons in his lap... Lucifer recognizes the look. ]

I take it things upstairs aren't going well.
tryingitall: (ow)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-24 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer's story has been repeated as a cautionary tale to the younger angels, drilled into them over and over to the point where it's hard to remember anything but his fall. But not everyone has forgotten the bright beauty he was before the rise of humanity. Balthazar remembers, but dimly.

He doesn't look quite the same, now, but he's still, reassuringly, an angel. Some of Balthazar's tension drains away. Lucifer could, like any archangel, crush him with a flick of a finger, but that it's not his first inclination says something. To the younger angel, it says a lot.]
I suppose that depends on your point of view. Maybe some of our leaders feel the losses have been acceptable.

[A handful of dead angels, from a statistical perspective, isn't that bad. There are thousands more. It's just different when you knew most of them. And yet, Balthazar's being cautious, unwilling to accuse Michael or Raphael of coldness in front of their brother.]

I can't take it. We're starting to turn on one another. Anael's dead. Uriel. Haniel. Malikah. [He swallows hard.] Castiel.

Either we're losing control of the Divine Plan, or this is part of it. Either way, I'm done with it. [And he came to Lucifer, because where else can a runaway angel go?]
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[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
And so you came to me. [ The Devil nods. He understands, he really does. The Host had once been united, a family, where scuffles and ruffled feathers could be smoothed over without any true conflict. The Apocalypse is bringing out the worst in his brothers, it seems.

With cautious steps - he remembers that the younger ones were easy to startle, once - Lucifer makes his way over to Balthazar, seating himself on the rock beside him. He's close, but not touching, elbows on his knees and gaze on the sky. ]

Would you like to know the truth, Balthazar?

[ The words are weighty, formal - would you like to accept the truth? It's an out if Balthazar wishes it, a chance to turn away now. The Host could forgive him, perhaps, for seeking out Lucifer in his despair. But Heaven abhors the fallen, and this wasn't so much planting the seeds of rebellion as encouraging it to flower. If Balthazar to return home after, the chances of being tortured into submission and obedience were high, if they forgave his transgressions at all. ]
tryingitall: (looking down)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-26 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I thought if anyone would understand... [Embarrassed, he trails off, but he's less afraid now. If he'd had doubts before, Lucifer's soft-spoken demeanor and careful approach have nearly washed them away.

Maybe Balthazar's naive. So often he's been told 'good' and 'kind' are vastly difference things, and when they converge it's only because of luck. But he needs kindness right now, and responds almost like a child despite being over 500 million years old. He doesn't startle. He's not going anywhere.

Fascinated, he watches the archangel's posture, listens to the tone and cadence of the question. Recognizes it as an out. One last chance to be obedient. He doesn't want to turn back now.]
Yes. Please. Tell me the truth.

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[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-26 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ A nod. Lucifer can respect his brother enough to refrain from asking twice, just to be sure. ]

Father doesn't sit upon His throne. [ He pauses, something undefinable crossing his face. Not the Lord, not God, just... Father. Dad. ] He hasn't since Michael locked me away - perhaps a bit after.

[ He couldn't be entirely certain of when exactly, their father had left - the Cage was a void, the brutal absence of his Father's light and love. When he'd been freed, however, his father's presence was faded, deserted, even on the world he created. He'd left an echo of his light behind, and nothing more. Nothing Lucifer could feel, when before he was never without.

He turns to look at Balthazar now, and his voice is matter-of-fact when he speaks. ]

Heaven started this war. Heaven wants the Apocalypse. They want paradise.

[ The last word is sneered, because Lucifer knows better than any of them what the cost of paradise is: his life, at his brother's hand. ]
tryingitall: (ohno)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-27 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[And just like that, all Balthazar's worst fears are confirmed. The Plan is a lie. There's no benevolent guiding hand, no reassurance that the end of the battle is worth the losses along the way. If angels could feel ill, he would. Even as it is, he can feel the ache deep within his Grace.

There's no doubt in his mind that Lucifer's telling him the truth. Maybe, in a sense, he had an inkling all along.

He meets Lucifer's gaze with unhidden anguish, and gives a slow nod. With no divine purpose behind it, this whole mess is all about one brother killing the other. No wonder there are casualties among the Host. Collateral damage.]

I don't want any of us to die. [Lucifer included. But maybe that's selfish.] What are you going to do?
castdown: (son of the morning)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-27 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Me either, little brother.

[ The sheer despair in Balthazar's face is enough spark something in Lucifer's grace he'd long thought frozen over: the urge to protect his younger brother. It's a stuttering, feeble emotion, but there nonetheless.

He hasn't spoken any words with his brothers that hadn't been threats since his Fall. And while he doesn't feel guilty for telling Balthazar the truth, he does regret that it hit the younger angel so hard. So he loosens his hold on his Grace just a bit, just a fraction of his power, and lets it swell around them. It's not pretty - his Grace is bright and cold and hell-scarred - but it's there as a silent offer of comfort. It's the only way the Morningstar can bring himself to do so, now. ]

I'm going to continue. [ He's back to looking at the sky, as though he can see Heaven through the cloud cover. ] I need to speak to my brother, and this is the only way he'll have.
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[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Those are exactly the words he needed to hear. Even if Lucifer can't fix things, even if they're all doomed and Creation itself is circling the drain, at least one of his siblings understands, and grieves with him.

Cold comfort? Maybe. But better than none.

He looks at the horn in his lap, tentative resolve beginning to harden into determination, despite the sorrow. He'd speak, but the touch of Lucifer's Grace shocks him into silence. Ice and light, it almost prickles against his own, but it's there, and he doesn't shy away. Ofan that he is, his Grace burns and roils, in constant but regular motion, but at least it burns with genuine affection.]

I think I understand, now, a little. [He murmurs. Possibly that's not a good sign, understanding why Satan is up to what he's up to. But he offers out the horn of Jericho anyway, silent as he searches for the words to explain his own actions.]
castdown: (though the brightest fell)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-03-31 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
You would be the first.

[ It's murmured, quiet but not saddened - the Devil doesn't indulge in self-pity - and he curls a hand around the proffered weapon, turns it over in his palm. He doesn't need it, not really; he's an archangel, and he can do far worse to a city than smash its walls. But he understands the gesture. He understands what would drive his brother so far as to seek out the Adversary to throw his allegiance behind.

So his voice is soft, knowing, when he looks again at the angel. ]

And how many weapons have gone missing from Heaven's armory, these days?
tryingitall: (looking down)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-03-31 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He did say 'a little', still aware of the immense divide in power, knowledge and sheer age, between himself and the archangel. And Balthazar has never seen the Father, not even once.

Still, Lucifer doesn't seem offended by the attempt at sympathy, and that's enough.

He looks down again at the question, embarrassed despite his resolve.]
About a third. All the ones I kept in order for my garrison. I've put them in a few safe places. If you want them...I can show you.

[He's more hoping Lucifer might want them to destroy them, but given that he's fighting for his life, and lulled by the unexpected kindness, he's willing to give them up unconditionally.]
castdown: (though the brightest fell)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-04-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucifer makes a low, thoughtful noise - Balthazar is more resourceful than he expected. A third of Heaven's weapons, some of which can even harm him... he doesn't want them. Doesn't need them, and certainly doesn't want them in Heaven's possession. And given that the younger angel's theft is sure to be noticed eventually, it would be best to be rid of them altogether. ]

Yes, I would like to see them. [ A nod, and he idly taps his fingers against a thigh. ] Has the Host discovered their absence?

[ Or Balthazar's, for that matter? Given the turmoil above, Lucifer honestly wouldn't be surprised if they had been completely oblivious to one of their own slipping his leash. ]
tryingitall: (golden)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-04-05 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Balthazar is a relatively low-ranking angel, but he's observant, and he's learned from all of his elder siblings. Ostensibly his varied interests were born from a sense of duty, but there's also a voracious desire to be close to his brothers. To understand them. Maybe that's why the killings have hit him so hard.]

I made it look like I died; blew up a substantial portion of the armory. I'm not sure how long they'll be fooled, but I thought perhaps they had more important things to be interested in just now. [Like Lucifer walking the earth, for example. No doubt Michael and Raphael will be focused on that, and on the building Apocalypse.]