It's a random Wednesday, so let's keep being random! Random AO3 tags, that is.

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is gonna be random. Why? Because prompts can be anything that's chosen from the AO3 - be it a tag that you use all the time, or a random tag generator that can be found by clicking here. It may take you a few times to find the right thing, but maybe there needs to be a story out there about John Sheppard running a 'bakery'. Or maybe Steve and Danny from Hawaii Five-0 have to give Charline "The Talk" about 'sex education'. Maybe Evan and David are stuck in a room in Atlantis after the 'electricity' goes out, and they really get to know each other better. Yes, all of those are tags on AO3. So choose your favorite AO3 tags, or even just select some from the AO3 random tag generator and prompt away!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, bakery
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, sex education
+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any (David Parrish preferred), electricity

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, bakery

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, sex education

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any (David Parrish preferred), electricity

Fill 1/2: Porne + Rodney

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Faith is like electricity. You can’t see it, but you can see its light shining on you. (Antoni Zygmund)

*o*

The moon was full, giant and beautiful in the black velvet of the night sky. It was much closer than the Earth’s moon was, and smaller satellites orbiting around it were just visible with the naked eye. The glittery dusting of stars that was part of the Pegasus galaxy stretched out beside it.

If it was the last sight David ever saw, he wouldn’t be sorry. It was beautiful.

His head was the only part of him he could move. He’d been tied down to the altar stone for so long he’d lost all feeling in his arms and legs, which meant he’d be incapable of mounting his own escape even if the opportunity arose.

David did his best to ignore the numbness in his limbs and the cramping hunger in his belly and the knowledge that lying in his urine. There was nothing he could do about any of those things. So he focused on the unobstructed view that stretched out over his head, and the sounds of night birds and chirping insects, and the rustle of the wind in the nearby trees.

He focused on his faith in his fellow expedition members, who he knew would come for him. Even the easily irritable Dr. McKay, who had nothing but disdain for the Botany department, had gotten a reputation for never leaving a man behind. They would come.

The one person David tried very hard not to think about was Evan. Not because he didn’t also have faith in the Major, which he absolutely did. Blind, unfaltering faith in his character, his sense of duty, and his ability to mount a rescue. But David knew there was a chance rescue would come too late, and he didn’t want Evan to see what might be left of him. What might have been done to him.

David had no idea how long he laid there, ropes cutting off his circulation, before he heard the sound of chanting. The villagers were coming, and the rescue window was rapidly shrinking. His heart started pounding, his ears ringing with it, his breath coming in quick gasps.

Panic. Fear.

Please hurry, David thought, his eyes fixed on that big, big moon. I don’t want them to hurt me.

The villagers gathered around the altar stone, all of them wearing homespun robes with deep hoods that hid their faces. Some things were universal, and the deep, irrational fear that came just from that one piece of cloth was one of those things. Even back on Earth, hooded robes were imbued with fear.

“We come to offer sacrifice,” the village chieftain intoned. He was standing near David’s shoulder. “Blood to the earth, to feed our crops and renew our land.”

“It won’t help,” David said, his voice shaky and thin to his own ears. “Killing me won’t bring your crops back.”

He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten the blame, when all he’d done was try to help them figure out what was going wrong. He’d narrowed it down to a fungus, but more testing was needed before they knew how to treat it. Or even where it came from, since not even the eldest person in the village recalled having a die-off of this magnitude.

“Blood to the earth,” the villagers intoned. “Blood to the earth.”

David cast about frantically in the sky above him, looking for sign of a puddlejumper. Have faith, he reminded himself. Have faith. They’ll come.

[squidgiepdx]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Heroism

[squidgiepdx]

Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, Anticipation

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, The Cake Is A Lie

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ any, Tony No

Fill, "Tony No"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

He's heard those two words all his life.

When he was little, he thought that was his name.

Tony no. Tony don't. An exasperated, drawn out, Tooooneeee.

After a while, after his parents' death, he doesn't hear anything. (He won't ever say how much he misses the exasperated, drawn out version of his name coming from his Mom.)

Women, men, occasionally, they'll whine his name ("Tony, no") in bed.

It's never negating consent. He's too conscientious for that.

Then the first suit, then the Avengers, then Pepper and him, then Thanos, then his daughter. His name falls by the wayside.

But he hears it when he reaches for the glove, hears the echo of it in his head, Mom's voice, Pepper's, Rhodey's - and then, suddenly, louder than everything, a yes! - before the world burns out.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Netflix and Chill

Fill 1/2: Netflix and Chill...Western style

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Regardless of the type of day Steve and Danny had – diffusing tensions amongst the locals, investigating a murder, searching for lost (and presumably stolen) cattle – they still had to come home every evening and take care of chores around the homestead. There was wood to be chopped, the cow to be milked, repairs to be made.

Since Grace had come into their lives, Danny and Steve tried to make sure they were home in time to share the evening meal with her. This was normally followed by one of them reading aloud, either from The Bible or one of the books that made up their tiny home library, which included works by Charles Dickens and Jules Verne.

But sometimes everything came together in the best way. The workday was slow and not life-threatening, the chores were few, and Grace was so tired out from a particularly busy day that she went to bed early.

“Leave it,” Steve said when Danny started cleaning up the dinner dishes. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going? If I don’t get to those now, they’ll be harder to clean later.”

“I’ll help.”

“You’ll help clean the dinner dishes. Am I hallucinating right now? Is this some kind of weird dream?”

Steve rolled his eyes and nudged Danny out on the front porch. “I just want to sit with you for a minute, if you can stop complaining long enough.”

Danny bit his tongue. He knew Steve had a softer side, of course. They’d been sharing a home for some time, a bed not quite as long. But Steve was usually a stickler for dealing with the chores and the job before all other things. For him to be the one to suggest delaying the dishes…well. It seemed a small thing, but it was really quite unusual.

They sat together on the wooden bench; the fancy one Steve had commissioned from the local furniture maker. It had a high back and curved arms and was much more comfortable than a slab of wood had any right to be.

“I love this time of day,” Steve said, his voice hushed.

In the distance, the sun was setting over Longfellow, bathing the town in a warm, golden glow. The sky turned red and orange before bleeding off to soft pinks and lavender. It was a rare day that Danny got to sit and enjoy a sunset.

“This is nice,” he said, and was rewarded by Steve’s arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. “Nicer.”

That type of closeness was as rare as sitting to watch the sun go down. Danny and Steve’s so-called bachelor marriage was tolerated by the townsfolk, but as more people (specifically women) were moving West, Danny knew that wouldn’t always be the case. They were careful about publicly showing their affection for each other, though they’d never been given cause to be.

Danny craved that physical closeness more than he would ever admit and felt only slightly shy about resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was suspiciously thick. “New schoolteacher coming. I think Grace is ready.”

“The school may not be ready for Grace,” Danny said half-jokingly. He very casually moved his hand to rest on Steve’s thigh. The muscle twitched under his hand.

“I…um. I think it would be nice, having her in town. We could…we could…”

“Stop talking, Steven,” Danny said softly, and pulled him into a kiss.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, John Is So Done

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Asexuality Spectrum

Fill 1/2: To Be Continued, Soap

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You’re covering which song?” Sanha asked.

Bin nudged the laptop toward him, pressed play on the music video.

Rocky peered over Sanha’s shoulder. “You’ll have to alter a lot of the choreography so it fits your body type.”

“And so it doesn’t make you look like a girl.” Sanha snickered.

Bin nodded. “I know.” He looked exhausted.

Eunwoo peered at him. “Are you all right?”

MJ burst into the practice room. “Have you seen the outfit Bin’s going to have to wear for his solo stage?”

Sanha twisted around to look at him. “No. How have you seen it?”

“It’s in my email.” Bin pointed to the laptop.

Sanha clicked over to the tab with Bin’s email inbox. He guffawed. “Really?”

“The president recommended it.”

Eunwoo peered at the picture. “Doesn’t that seem a little bit shameless?” The outfit was a see-through black shirt and skintight leather pants.

Rocky frowned. “Leather pants are the worst to dance in. Being barefoot will be rough too.”

“Beats high heels, though,” Sanha said, clicking back to the tab with the music video.

Bin sighed. “It’s going to be so hard.”

“The choreography’s not so bad,” Rocky said.

Bin scrubbed a hand over his face. “Pretending to be sexy. Is exhausting.”

“You have the best sexy face out of all of us,” Sanha said. “Eunwoo always looks like he’s mad and Rocky looks like he’s about to pick fight. MJ looks sad and I’m not allowed to look sexy because I’m the maknae.” Sanha pouted for a moment. “Jinjin has a pretty good sexy face, though.”

MJ smacked Sanha on the arm. “Yah! I do not look sad. I look sexy.”

Jinjin was the last to arrive. He knelt down beside Bin. “Hey, I heard about your solo stage for the next concert. Are you going to be all right?”

“All right?” Sanha echoed. “If we were American pop stars, girls would be throwing their underwear at him.”

Bin shuddered.

Eunwoo put a hand on his arm. “Are you okay? You look about like you want to be sick. Should I help you up?”

Jinjin said, with quiet authority, “Give us a moment.”

“Why?” Sanha asked, but MJ nodded and stood up, pulled Sanha with him. Rocky went to follow.

Eunwoo remained beside Bin. “Don’t feel like you have to keep secrets from us. We respect your privacy, but we’re a team. We should support and protect each other.”

Bin said nothing.

“Bin?” Jinjin asked.

Bin scrubbed a hand over his face. “I might as well tell them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jinjin looked chagrined. “I didn’t think it was. Rocky and Sanha are still young, though.”

“Not too young to know,” Bin said. He smiled tiredly at Eunwoo. “I appreciate your loyalty.”

Eunwoo nodded and sat back a bit, to give him space.

Sanha tugged free of MJ and plopped back down on the floor, gazed at Bin expectantly.

Bin said, “I’m asexual.”

MJ’s eyes went wide. Rocky nodded calmly. Sanha’s brow wrinkled.

“You mean you can’t have sex?”

Bin sighed. He looked totally drained. “I’m physically capable. I just - don’t want to.”

“With anyone?” Sanha asked.

Bin nodded.

“Ever?”

Bin nodded again.

Sanha hummed thoughtfully. “Were you hit on the head when you were little?”

“Yah!” Jinjin smacked him on the shoulder.

“Oh. Sorry. Did - did someone hurt you?” Sanha’s eyes got big and watery.

Bin tossed his head. “No. It’s just the way I am. Some people are straight and some people are gay and some people are bisexual and I’m asexual. Okay? Okay.”

“No wonder you were always the most virtuous trainee,” MJ said.

Bin shrugged.

“Is it a huge burden?” Eunwoo asked. “Pretending to be sexy?” He might have been the main visual of the group, and Bin might have officially been the main dancer, but he was the sexiest member of the group according to fans.

“When we’re all onstage together it’s not a big deal, because I’m not always front and center.” Bin sighed. “But solo…”

Eunwoo pushed himself to his feet. “Let’s go find Manager, talk to him -”

Bin grabbed his arm. “No.”

“Then - the company president -”

“It’s just one song. I can do it.”

[tigriswolf]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Drusilla + author’s choice, Drusilla is her own warning

Fill: Drusilla & Darla, teen (gore)

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Darla is all a-quiver, like she always is after meeting the Master. But her question is pointed like a stake. Drusilla’s seen a few vampires wield a stake in her time.

She ponders the question, asking her doll. "Have I had a good time? Well, I made some new friends. We had a tea party, and I think it went well. Such lovely screaming, and then it got quiet."

There's blood dripping still from the once-white tablecloth down to the wooden floor, there's blood in some cups and saucers - plenty left for Darla if she fancies it. Darla might like to play mother in the empty chair at the head of the table.

"Did the screaming draw any attention?" Darla asks in a controlled voice. She's not thinking about the Master now.

Drusilla giggles.

"The landlord came to enquire about the noise. There was no room for him at the table, so—" she gestures at where his body lies.

"Did he scream?" Darla asks in a more relaxed manner.

Drusilla's eyes glitter.

"Didn't give him any time to," she confides. "Don't pretend you're cross you missed the leaving party. There's some blood left."

"But not much time," Darla complains.

"Tick-tock," Drusilla sings out. "Let me pack. I'll play maid and you can be the lady sipping one last cup of tea before we leave."

Darla sighs, but her eyes betray her, looking at the ruby red blood, perfectly set off by the fine china. It’s not cooled much. Her face changes, and Dru skips off, full of energy now, to play at packing for "mistress".

[tigriswolf]

Highlander(/author’s choice), Methos, Methos being the oldest thing ever because he’s cool like that

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester / or + Sam Winchester, I am not kidding about the codependency

Fill: The Witch is Right - 300 words

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Rowena rolled her eyes at the Winchester brothers. “All this time, I thought my son was kidding. I should have known better, Fergus has never had much of a sense of humor.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Dean muttered.

Sam glared at him for a second. Directing his attention to the redheaded witch pacing circles around them, he asked, “Joking about what, Rowena?”

“This,” she said, waving her pale arms around like they were weapons. “He wasn’t joking about this codependency issue of yours!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean said, with a quick glance at his brother. “We’re not codependent.”

Rowena snorted delicately. It was about the only delicate thing either brother had ever seen her do. “Please,” she cackled. “Neither of you has an identity outside of being a Winchester,” she said. “Without Sam, you’re just a womanizing drunk.” She shook her head again. “And Sam, without Dean, you’re – oh, I don’t know. I guess you’d just be lost.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Dean?”

“You still know that banishing spell,” Dean asked, eyes glancing in Rowena’s direction.

Sam grinned. “Sure do.”

“Never mind,” Rowena said, flicking her fingers at the boys in a manner that could only be threatening from someone like her. “I can take a hint. I’ll be going now, but if you need my help again… well, call someone else.”

And with that, she disappeared.

“I really hate when she does that,” Dean said.

“I hate it even more when she’s more accurate than not,” Sam grumbled.

“Forget her,” Dean said. “I need a burger. And a beer.”

“Please don’t say ‘and a woman’ because, if you do, I’m calling her back.”

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. “You coming?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Sam said, hating that he’d let Rowena get into his brain. Again.

[tigriswolf]

Norse mythology/Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki, you do crazy things when you’ve been chained by your kid’s entrails for a bajillion years

[tigriswolf]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki, Odin does not understand self-fulfilling prophecies because he is a dumbass

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, hijinks & shenanigans

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

MCU or DCU, Any, secret identity fail

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, Guide John

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, demon Danny

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, pirates vs ninjas

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, fluffy snuggle

Fill: Venom, Eddie and Venom

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Eddie dragged himself into his apartment after another exhausting day at work. He flopped down on the couch not able to go another step.

"Eddie?" Venom asked.

"Yeah?" Eddie answered.

"Can we snuggle, watch movies and eat bad take out?"

"Sure, we can, bud," Eddie told Venom before getting up and heading into his bedroom to change clothes.

*&*

Eddie felt Venom wrap himself around him as they snuggled into the couch enjoying bites of Chinnese take out between yelling obscenties at the tv set.

It was a perfect night in for them.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, Hanahaki Disease ()

Fill on AO3

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

An Overabundance of Bluebells (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20342707)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, soulmate-identifying marks

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ Any, Cat Cafés

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes, Cake or death