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asilvercoininmypocket ([personal profile] maximumhusky) wrote in [community profile] pathologicroundrobin2020-02-03 05:59 pm

Pathologic Prompt Meme!

Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Prompt Meme!

Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!

Some basic rules that were recommended to help out before we get started:

- This is the Pathologic Prompt Meme, and it's SFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills into the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.

- If you're worried about anything being a little too gore-heavy (e.g. certain medical procedures can be), or etc., please post it in the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. This decision is for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...

- Please use tags and content warnings, especially for things that people might be triggered over. For prompt fillers, please put those tags in the beginning of the post so that way people can skip over them if need be. Tags can also attract people to your art if it has content that they're interested in, so it can be a helpful tool for content creators as well.

- No writers of incest (kains which does include aglaya and her relatives, stamatins, olgimskys, etc), underage/adult ships (which DOES include Clara,) or rape. Please don't make anything gross happen to underage characters!

- Multiple fills to a single prompt is not only accepted, but wonderful! It's a win-win for everybody!

- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.

And that's as much as I have in regards to rules! Hopefully these answered answer any questions you might have! Feel free to recommend any rules of your own, or ask me for clarification on the current ones.

AND THAT'S IT! Have fun! :D

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Daniil/Peter, first kiss

(Anonymous) 2020-05-17 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
What it says on the tin! Is it awkward, sweet, both? College days or Gorkhon days? Happy tone, sad tone, bittersweet? Bonus points for that soft “can I kiss you” that always gets me smiling like a doofus at my screen

Re: Daniil/Peter, first kiss

(Anonymous) 2020-05-17 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
aaaaaaaa I'd love to see this too!

FILL: Gorkhon days first kiss

(Anonymous) 2020-05-20 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“Would you mind if I come in?”

Peter is not surprised to find Daniil Dankovsky at his door. The man has been taking charge of the fight against the plague for the past several days, and doing it excellently. He is the General of the town, leading his Executors into battle, wielding only his wit and his carpet bag.

The tell-tale black soot and green-tinted air lies outside, but Daniil has still asked politely to come in, even though Peter would never say ‘no.’ It’s endearing.

“Of course,” Peter says. He opens the door wider to let Daniil inside. “Come in, quickly.”

His shoulders release some of their tension as he enters, and he pulls down the cloth mask covering his face.

Peter moves ahead of him. “Let’s head upstairs.”

They’re silent as the ascend, only the shuffling of their shoes echoing through the lonely chamber of stairs. Daniil takes it slower than usual, though Peter assumes it's because he's surely been running around all day. Once they’ve reached the top, Daniil sets down his bag and pulls off his coat.

Peter leans against one of the many stools in the loft, truly taking his old friend in. Beneath his eyes are dark circles, and his hair is more mussed than Peter has ever seen it. One of his hands is pressed to his left side.

“Is something wrong?” Peter asks, gesturing to where Daniil is clutching.

“Oh, right.” Daniil looks around the space, failing to hide a small tired sigh. “I was stabbed last night. And before you say anything, I’ve already treated and dressed the wound. There’s nothing to do but let it heal.”

Peter frowns. He tries to take Daniil’s reassurance to heart, but it’s hard not to worry over him. After all, Daniil had been the one to check over him not so long ago.

“Was it one of the muggers? They’ve been crowding the streets at night more and more as the days wear on.”

“This town has shown its vicious teeth for certain,” Daniil bites out. “I’ve been dealing with muggers relentlessly. Aut neca aut necare.” Daniil rubs a hand over his face. He looks completely exhausted.

Peter stands and guides him with a gentle hand at his back towards the bed. “Rest, old boy. You look as if you need it.”

Daniil shakes his head, looking backwards to the entrance. He doesn’t stop Peter from leading him, however.

“In my bag,” he says, sitting down on the bed when Peter gives a gentle push on his shoulder. “There are immunity pills. You should take them.”

Peter pauses, looking down at Daniil. He's touched that Daniil would come to immunize him. It wouldn’t be unexpected for one of the town’s few doctors to be too busy for the likes of him.

“I’ll make sure to. First, though, you need to get some sleep.”

As Peter turns away, Daniil grabs his wrist to hold him there.

“Sit with me a moment?” He asks it with such a gentle voice. It would be impossible to say no.

Peter sits beside him, close enough that their legs touch. Daniil leans into him, relaxing even further. He can only imagine how taxing everything must be for Daniil.

“I’m here for you, old boy.” On a whim, he pushes the stray strands of hair from Daniil’s face. “Any time you need me, I’m here.”

“You’ve always been good to me, Peter,” Daniil says. He sits himself upright, his eyes looking upwards into Peter’s own.

There’s a moment of silence, a breath for decisions being made.

“Can I kiss you?” Daniil asks.

Peter chuckles. Always so polite.

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

They only have to lean forward a few inches before their mouths meet. Daniil lets out a stifled gasp at the contact. It’s everything Peter had ever dreamed of having with Daniil, now realized.

Peter reaches for Daniil’s hand, and their fingers take a few clumsy seconds to entwine.