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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things AMC's The Terror (2018). Go nuts!
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FILL (incomplete): Bad Miracles, Hodgson/Hickey/Tozer, T, implied dubcon
(Anonymous) 2023-01-07 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Oh no, George thought, and then, so is this Hell?
“Open your eyes, lufftenant,” the voice murmured, “here, pet, I can see you breathing…”
George shook his head. It took nearly all of his strength to do so; still, he moved his head from side to side in a pathetic attempt to deny his continued survival. Slowly, gently, a hand touched his cheek. The tears came after that—and water, warm and clean against his lips, water which should not have existed for him to drink but came to him all the same. George does not know how he managed to swallow without drowning. Hickey—the voice—held him up, perhaps, or coaxed the liquid down his throat somehow, or was otherwise entirely responsible for the fact that Lieutenant George Henry Hodgson continued to live. It was when George felt Hickey press something that wasn’t water to his lips when he opened his eyes. “Mm…”
“Oh, good morning,” Hickey teased quietly, beaming at George as if they were old friends, or even lovers; Hickey smiled at George as if they’d been bonded their entire life and he couldn’t imagine another man he’d rather find laying half-dead on the dusty shale. George coughed. Hickey stroked his hair gently, lovingly, as though one might stroke the head of a dog. George did not want to think about dogs. He did not think he was likely to see another dog for however many days he had left to live, but if for some cursed reason he did encounter one, he knew surely he’d burst into tears and try to apologize to the poor thing for what happened to Neptune. Hickey held something up to George’s lips again. “Hafta eat up, lufftenant,” he said firmly, “gonna need your strength back soon, y’know. We’ve got a long walk ahead of us.”
George closed his eyes again, but Hickey sighed, and George found that he was actually quite frightened by the prospect of disappointing Hickey and being left to die here so he decided to not only open his eyes back up but do so with the addition of the closest thing to a smile that his cracked lips could muster. He tried raising his eyebrows rather than asking the question: who is it this time? Poor, sweet Manson? Hoar, because he ran? Tozer? He wouldn’t be the first lover Cornelius Hickey killed and ate. George wondered, as he raised his eyebrows, if that was the reason Hickey wanted to keep him alive. Perhaps George, too, would be a meal. Take of my body, he thought irritably, and then his empty stomach lurched halfway up his throat as he wondered if Hickey’s member was still working. It certainly seemed to be the last night Tozer was alive.
Hickey’s eyes crinkled slightly. “It’s bear meat, lufftenant,” he said in that teasing little voice, “you didn’t think I’d waste another man so soon, did you?”
“Surely thought it were me,” another voice said, and this time when George turned his head it hurt from how fast he moved. Tozer. Sergeant Tozer was alive. “Hullo,” he said sullenly, “how d’ye do, le’tennant. Looks like we’re stuck here a little longer.”
“Oh,” George said somehow, “hello.”
“You’ll greet the Sergeant but not me, lufftenant? Oh, that hurts,” Hickey sighed, pouting down at George as he placed the bear meat on his chest. He took George’s face in both hands and pulled him up, frowning at him as he held his thumbs out to block George’s peripheral vision. “After I’ve made you my second and everything!”
George frowned back at Hickey. “Hmm?”
Hickey’s frown flipped into an unsettling grin. “You’re a first lieutenant now, pet,” he said cheerfully, stretching the word out in a poor imitation of George’s voice, “my second in command! Couldn’t have a Marine for it, after all.”
“Oh,” George said again, “okay.” He closed his eyes again, needing rest, and then opened them, wondering something. “Um. Why?”
“Why don’t I tell you while you eat? After all,” Hickey murmured, stroking George’s hair again, “I saved you a piece.”
(OP this prompt awoke something in me, I have more on this in mind but wanted to post for the fill fest <3)
Re: FILL (incomplete): Bad Miracles, Hodgson/Hickey/Tozer, T, implied dubcon
(Anonymous) 2023-01-09 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)omg all three of my grimy faves just hanging out being dysfunctional together! I adore this, love the way you’ve drawn the tension at each line, Hodgson warily reassessing and readjusting himself to appease, Hickey’s crooked graces and Tozer’s bluntness. The boys! I am delighted to hear you plan to write more and I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for them! 🐀😥🦞