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Anonymously post a prompt. It could be shippy, porny, weird, fluffy, angsty, gen, or whatever else your heart desires.

If you see a prompt that strikes your fancy, anonymously fill it. Your fill could be 200 words written straight into the comment box, or it could be a multi-part epic. Multiple fills for one prompt are not only acceptable, but awesome. Post a link to the fills thread so people know there's a new fill!

If you want to deanon your fic (deanoning is completely optional!), please give it a week or so to exist anonymously on the kink meme before posting it to AO3 or Tumblr!

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Edit: Just a reminder to be careful to write out "omegaverse" or "alpha/beta/omega" instead of using the letter abbreviations, as it's a very nasty slur in some parts of the world.

It's that easy. Get prompting, you beautiful perverts.

Note: this is a choose not to warn space. That means you might come across anything, and there won't necessarily be advance notice. Please be cautious, and take care of yourself.

If anyone is totally new to HTML, I've written up a quick tutorial here; click to expand.

Basic HTML is pretty easy! This is how you make words bold, italicized, underlined, bigger, smaller, etc. You use what are called "tags", and surround the words you want to be affected.





<i>Like this</i>





<b>Or this</b>





<h1>Or this</h1>

That's the raw HTML. When you post a comment, it will change the text. So when you post, the three HTML tags I'm using there would look:

Like this
Or this
Or this





<i></i> = italics
<b></b> = bold
<u></u> = underlined

That's the very basics, and probably all you need for commentfic. Here is a more in-depth guide, and here is the HTML that is usable on Dreamwidth.

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There was… nothing. That bright, burning feeling he’d become so used to, that he’d learned to rely on–instead of any warmth or comfort (or sense of Buck, that constant, precious piece of him that he’d carried like burning in his chest) there was nothing. A void. A cold, howling lack that left him hollowed out and empty, like a hole had been carved into his chest. It left him aching. And he knew–he knew–no matter how hard he wanted to deny it, that the bond was broken. It was really and truly gone.

“Eddie,” Buck says, grabbing onto his thigh. He takes a deep, gasping breath and presses his wet face into Eddie’s chest. He’s big and bare and warm, so much skin to skin where their bodies are touching. But that’s all he can feel. There’s no bleed through, nothing beyond the physical. Nothing deeper, nothing purer, nothing sublime. He can feel Buck’s fingers pressing bruises into his skin. The hinge of his body where Eddie sits perched above his hips. The softly-furred plane of his stomach where Eddie’s dick rubs hard and wet against him. The press of him, driving hard and hot and desperate, into the clutch of Eddie’s body. He lifts himself up and then bounces back down onto Buck’s cock, and he feels something—he feels something–but it’s not what he wants. Oh God, it’s not what he wants.

“Eddie please,” Buck says, whimpering. His face is sloppy and wet with tears and he’s sad, he must be sad, he must be devastated–but Eddie can’t feel him. He’s empty now, everything good and real drained out of him when their bond broke. All that’s left is wither and rot. Even his own feelings are muted and distant. But what does that matter when he’s lost his heart? When he can’t feel the echo of Buck, vibrant and sparkling and alive, feeling everything so big? So loud? “Please,” Buck says again. He’s thrusting up, into Eddie, out of rhythm and frantic. He sniffles and clenches his teeth and lets out a long whine.

Eddie’s chest is scraped out to the dregs. Eddie feels cold.

“I-it’s not gone, right?” Buck asks, pulling Eddie as close and as tight as he can. “I can… I can feel it. I can still feel it, right Eddie? Yeah? T-tell me. Tell me I can still feel it.”

He’s crying harder now, moving with desperation, and Eddie thinks from very far away that one or both of them might come soon. What little part of them that can still feel resents his body for it. “Buck,” he says, breathy, one hand cupping the back of Buck’s neck. I love you, Eddie wants to say. But he can’t. I feel you. I know you. He can’t. You’re a part of me. The other half of my soul. I love, I love, I love. “Buck. We’re…”

“No,” Buck moans. “No.” He shakes his head, and Eddie can feel the movement against him. Can feel the heat of Buck’s eyes, the messy drip of his nose, the gentle scrap of his cheeks and jaw hours out from his morning shave. “It’s there,” he says, helplessly. He’s still fucking into Eddie, half-hearted, his dick still hard despite himself. “I–I know it’s… it’s there. We’re not broken. We’re not broken. We’re—”

“Look at me,” Eddie says. He lifts Buck’s chin with one careful knuckle. Buck raises his head, mouth open and panting, his eyes shiny and red. Their gazes lock. “Feel it,” Eddie begs silently. They always could before. They could understand each other with just a look. They could feel the other out from the merest shift of an eye. There is nothing there but blankness. Buck’s eyes are blue and bright and empty. “Feel it,” Eddie thinks again, his lips pressed tight together. “We’re not broken, we’re not broken, we’re–”

And then Buck’s face falls and he digs his nails in so hard to Eddie’s side that he breaks skin. His shoulders shake as he sobs, and his chest vibrates as he lets out the long, plaintive crescendo of a scream–agonized, his voice rough and cracking, the sound sending a flash of white-hot ringing through the empty channel of Eddie’s ears.

It’s gone.

Buck cries his pain in his arms and Eddie can’t feel a thing.

fucking hell :( you stepped right into my feels, as we used to say in the old times...
but you manage to write sad/desperate/horrible/wrong soooo good <3

owwww </3

This hurt so much but in such a good way :( great job!

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