Terrifying Tuesday: Deadly Games

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone! I’m sherlockian_syn and this week is full of spooky themes! Today's theme is deadly games. Prompts can be anything related to someone fighting for their life or sanity for the twisted amusement of others. Examples of this would be the Hunger Games series, the Saw movie franchise, or the Zero Escape video game trilogy. Would anybody like to play a game...? ;)

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 above mentioned spoiler cut.

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, Team Sheppard, the team is forced to play a game for their lives after getting captured offworld
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes (+/ John Watson), John has been kidnapped and Sherlock must follow the culprit's every instruction to get John back alive
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ any, Tony is forced to reap what he has sown

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[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

NCT 2020, ensemble, Battle Royale AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stray Kids, Felix Lee + any, Hunger Games AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Weiß Kreuz, any Weiß, human chess again?

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any spook, sent to solve a monster-infested labyrinth with a ball of twine

Fill: Ros Myers (crack)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Ros Myers set off, tying the twine to whatever she could find so she could find her way out again. She turned the corner of the labyrinth and came face to face with a small purple and green monster.

“Out of my way!” she ordered.

The monster bared its teeth and then thought better of it, jumping smartly out of the way.

Ros continued, carefully ensuring her way was marked every time she had to choose a junction. After a while, she found she had returned to an earlier passageway, so set off again in the opposite direction. Shortly after that she encountered an orange and yellow tall thin monster, which didn’t look particularly happy.

“Move!” she said. It stayed where it was, its huge eyes looking downcast. “Please,” she added. The monster gave what might have been a smile and stood to one side.

Ros carried on, and then felt the string behind her tighten. She spun round. Something red, black, and very rotund was pulling at the twine.

“Leave that alone,” she growled. The monster’s paw dropped obediently to its side.

Not much further, she found the centre of the labyrinth. There, she saw an old book, with a pale blue dragon asleep on top of it. She picked up the dragon and unceremoniously put it on the floor. The dragon hissed.

“Mind your manners,” Ros said. She picked up the book and began to retrace her footsteps, rolling the twine up as she did so. She noticed the dragon was following her.

When she arrived at the place where she’d seen the red and black monster it was still there, apparently waiting for her. She passed the roll of twine to it and said, “Why don’t you roll this up as we go?”

The three of them continued until they found the orange and yellow monster, and Ros invited it to join them. They walked past the green and purple monster, which ignored them, until Ros shouted, “Come along, don’t dawdle.”

Finally, Ros, three monster and the dragon made it out of the labyrinth. “Actually,” Ros thought, “that was a lot easier than organising Section D most days.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, gladiator AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Forbidden Game/Any, Julian/Any Ensemble, Julian starts a new game

Fill 1/2: +Astro, Julian/Rocky

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Sanha had bought the video game for cheap, said it was in beta testing and he’d been given the demo for a steep discount. That should have been the first clue that something was amiss. But Myungjun, Jinwoo, and Dongmin had had fun making the cardboard VR headsets, and all of them had made a big deal about keeping the drawings of their deepest fears a secret before they took pictures of them and uploaded them to the game app.

The six of them gathered around the coffee table, and Jinwoo, since he had the best English pronunciation, read the ‘magical incantation’ written in the lid of the game box, invoking runes.

(“Runes?” Bin asked.

“Like the language of Thor, from the Avengers,” Myungjun said wisely.

“Are we going to be playing in Valhalla?” Minhyuk asked.

Dongmin squinted at the lid of the box. “Niflheim, realm of the shadows.”)

They fired up the app, made sure their phones were synced, and then they put on the headsets.

And then -

Then the boy appeared.

He was beautiful.

Myungjun was an idol. He was surrounded by beautiful boys all the time. He lived with Lee Dongmin, whose stage name was literally synonymous with beauty.

But this boy, with the frost-white hair and ice-blue eyes, was too beautiful to be real. He was tall and slender, pale-skinned and sleek-muscled. And he was magic. And he wanted Minhyuk. Myungjun could see it in his eyes, the way he watched Minhyuk whenever he spoke to the six of them.

It took Myungjun a moment to realize that the white-haired figure in his nightmare room was Julian in disguise, and he knew Julian must be moving through the others’ nightmares.

In Bin’s nightmare, Bin was performing to an unimpressed audience of one, a white-haired old man (who was secretly Julian, Myungjun was sure).

Myungjun stood in the wings of the stage and shouted as loud as he could, trying to be heard over the music Bin was dancing to so he would know he wasn’t alone, so he would know his effort was worth it, so he’d know he was loved. But he could see the fear and exhaustion in Bin’s eyes, and Myungjun knew what he had to do.

He had to free the others from their nightmare rooms first.

Dongmin was trapped in a hell where he was sleep-deprived and forced to memorize copious amounts of information and recite it back, but he had no phone and no notebook and pen. Myungjun broke the cycle of mental exhaustion by imagining up a piece of paper and a pencil, and the nightmare room dissolved, and he yanked Dongmin out of the room.

As they ran through the virtual mansion, searching for another doorway to open up, Myungjun explained what he thought was going on, and what they had to do to rescue Bin - and protect Minhyuk.

They climbed a set of stairs, and halfway up a door opened in the wall. Myungjun ducked into it and yanked Dongmin with him.

Jinwoo was standing on a pedestal surrounded by shadowy figures who sounded like management while they yelled at him for letting down his teammates over and over again.

“Hyung!” Dongmin shouted. “We’re here, and we’re fine. You didn’t let us down.”

A white-haired figure wearing a suit just like their old CEO’s drifted among the shadowy figures.

Jinwoo spun, squinting against the spotlight glaring down on him. “Dongminnie?”

Myungjun pushed through the crowd, shuddering at the icy, slimy feel of the shadowy figures, and leaned up, grabbed Jinwoo’s hand. “We’re fine. Come on.”

Jinwoo blinked at him, panting.

But then he jumped.

The pedestal dissolved. The crowd dissolved.

The door reappeared, and they ran.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ Danny Williams, Two men enter, one man leaves (Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "You've been poisoned. You have __ hours to figure out whodunit if you want the antidote."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Wargames AU (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WarGames)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Maze Runner AU (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Maze_Runner_(film))

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard, the team is forced to play a game for their lives after getting captured offworld

Fill: gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What’s that sound?” John demanded.

“Clock ticking down.” Ronon spun, searching.

“How do we get out of here?” Rodney asked.

“You heard our captors,” Teyla said. “We must complete the tasks in the allotted time if we want to escape the chamber alive.”

John took a deep breath. “How much time do we have?”

The death chamber they’d been dropped into after the local leader had decided he was mad at them had smooth black walls and a circular floor. For all that the planet had seemed technologically backward, they had enough technology to have a death chamber with really terrifying acoustics.

A panel in the wall slid back, revealing a series of swaying pendulums, beads on strings, and turning cogs that was the source of the ticking.

“I have no idea how much time we have left,” Rodney said.

Ronon said, “We have three hours.”

“What?” John said.

Ronon pointed to the beads but didn’t touch them. “It’s a math problem.”

“Like an abacus?” John said.

“Sure,” Ronon said. “Miko uses something like that to do math.”

“Three hours isn’t so bad, right?” Rodney said. “Right?”

Only the panel crashed shut, and then another slid open to reveal a pedestal displaying -

“A stick and a string?” John asked.

Teyla scooped them up. “A bow and a string.”

“And an arrow,” Rodney pointed out, though he was careful not to touch it.

John cast about the chamber. “What’s the point of those? No pun intended.”

Ronon pointed above them. “Someone has to make that shot.”

Teyla scooped up the bow and arrow, strung the bow in a single smooth motion and a surprising bulge of her biceps. “I can make that shot.”

“Do it fast,” John said.

Teyla drew, aimed, and fired. Hit the center of the bullseye. The panel with the bow and arrow pedestal slid shut.

Another opened.

“What is that?” Rodney asked.

“It’s a musical instrument,” Ronon said.

As if on cue, a strange melody started to play.

John winced at the discordant sound, but the little melody played again and again, an irritating loop.

“How does the musical instrument work?” Rodney asked.

Ronon handed Rodney the mallet, showed Rodney how to strike the metal parts - and it was the same instrument that had created that weird little melody.

Teyla cringed, her shoulders up around her ears.

“Not your vibe?” John asked.

“I find the sound unpleasant,” she admitted. Her grip on the bow was white-knuckled.

Ronon said, “Tick-tock.”

“That’s my line,” Rodney protested, but he began tapping at the metal keys. After three iterations, he’d recreated the melody -

And the melodic loop stopped.

Rodney barely managed to snatch his hand off of the mallet before the panel slammed shut.

“Now what?” he asked. “Are we free?”

The chamber rumbled, and the ground shook, and the walls slid down. No. The ground was sliding upward. Up high but not quite far enough that they could climb out.

John scanned the walls, the floor, calculated. He laced his hands together. “I’ll boost you up.”

“What?” Ronon asked.

“If you jump a little,” John said.

“I’m stronger than you,” Ronon said.

“And I’ll need you to pull me out,” John said.

Ronon considered, nodded. John crouched, and Ronon got a bit of a running start, and launched himself off of John’s hands. Ronon helped Rodney up, and Teyla launched herself up, and then Ronon pulled John up.

The four of them assembled themselves in front of the local leader’s throne.

The local leader stared at them, then looked at his own timepiece.

He cleared his throat. “Well. That was - unexpected. Do you still wish to trade?”

“I’d rather go back to Atlantis,” Rodney muttered, but Teyla said,

“We do.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes (+/ John Watson), John has been kidnapped and Sherlock must follow the culprit's every instruction to get John back alive

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Jim Moriarty smiled to himself. Sherlock Holmes had entered the room and now stood on the indicated spot. Jim could sense the tension Sherlock was under; although trying to appear unconcerned, he was clearly desperate to get John back.

Jim leaned into the microphone. “Right,” he said. “Take a jump to the left.”

Sherlock stepped to the left.

“No. I said ‘Jump’. Go back and do it again.”

Sherlock jumped.

“Now, take a step to the right.”

Sherlock jumped back to the starting spot.

“Step, I said, step, not jump. Do it again.”

Sherlock stepped.

“From the beginning. And do try to get it right.”

Sherlock obeyed.

“Now put your hands on your hips. Good! And bring your knees in tight. Ooh, do I see resistance? Naughty, naughty. Just for that you can go back to the beginning.”

Sherlock repeated the movements.

“No, no, no,” Jim screamed. “For a supposed genius, you’re not very good at following instructions, are you? Hands on your hips before bringing your knees in tight.” He sighed. “Do it again.”

Sherlock did.

“And now, finally, do the pelvic thrust. More thrust, try again.”

Sherlock completed the instructions.

“Right,” Jim said, “let’s do the time warp again!” He waited while Sherlock did so, then said, “You’d better let his pet go. Although, no one more time.”

And then, unable to stop laughing, Jim nodded to Sebastian Moran to release John Watson.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ any, Tony is forced to reap what he has sown

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, they can't escape to their next interview until they've played Steal the Princesses

Fill: + OC, more crack than horror oops

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

While none of them had really enjoyed the publicity that came with being the Avengers, they’d all agreed that, in an effort to calm the general public, they would do their best to be friendly and accessible. None of them had considered that they’d be trapped in various hotel rooms around the world for twelve hours at a time, answering the same questions over and over again.

And then a painfully stylish young woman with sleek black hair stepped into the room with a veritable army of cameramen and another army of assistants carrying boxes upon boxes of camping supplies - had her camera team been camping in the hotel room hallway waiting for this interview? She perched in the interviewer’s chair and shook out her waterfall of hair and smiled her blindingly white smile.

“Hello! I’m Nam Minah from Koreaboo Magazine. It’s such an honor to meet The Avengers in person.”

“Thank you,” Steve said graciously. “What’s your question?”

Nam Minah’s smile sparkled. “Our readers would like to know who’s stronger, Sam Wilson or Clint Barton. To that end, we’d like you to play a game of Steal the Princesses. We’ve brought supplies.”

Steve blinked. “Pardon?”

Nam Minah waved a hand, and her assistants sprang into action, unfurling a series of sleeping bags emblazoned with pink crowns.

“Everyone else is a princess,” Nam Minah said.

Two more assistants set out what looked like wrestling mats on opposite sides of the room.

Nam Minah pointed to one. “This is Sam’s castle, and -” she pointed to the other - “and this is Clint’s castle. You must put as many princesses as possible in your castles. You may steal princesses from your opponent’s castle.”

The assistants set the sleeping bags in a neat row in the middle of the room.

“Who are the princesses, exactly?” Peter Parker asked, raising his hand like he was asking a teacher a question in class.

“Everyone else.” Nam Minah smiled another blinding smile.

Thor rose and stepped out of his boots. “I am a King of Valhalla, but today, for Koreaboo Magazine, I will be a princess.” And he crawled into one of the sleeping bags.

After a moment, Peter Parker followed. Bucky arched his eyebrows at Sam, then also kicked off his shoes and followed.

Steve supposed that the challenge was only fair; none of the super-powered people were doing the challenge.

“Seriously?” Sam hissed.

But Clint was rolling his shoulders and shaking out his limbs.

“We can’t move on to our next interview till its done,” Stephen said, unfastening his cloak.

Natasha smirked and said, “Call me princess.”

At first Sam and Clint battled to steal the lightest princesses - Carol, Pepper, Natasha, Peter Parker, Wanda. But then the battle was to steal the bigger princesses - Stephen, Vision, Peter Quill, Scott. The challenge seemed straightforward, but then Sam captured Bucky, and while he was trying to capture Thor, Bucky started inchworming his way across the hotel room to Clint’s castle out of spite, and some of Sam’s other princesses started shouting in protest, but Clint’s princesses started cheering, and chaos ensued.

When Nam Minah called time, Sam and Clint were exhausted, the princesses had started fighting each other, and there was no clear winner.

But at least the interview hadn't been boring.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, ensemble, Zero Escape AU

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, any, the killer is stalking the team

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Angel the series, Connor (Steven Holtz)/ Daniel Holtz, in Quor-Toth they are considered prey

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, he's been kidnapped again and knows the team will never let him hear the end of it, if he survives, a big if.

Fill: Malcolm + Dani (Monster Hunters 'verse)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“We talked about this, Malcolm!” Dani shouted mid-leap.

She executed some kind of fancy kick that took down two demons, but there were more waiting. A whole gauntlet of them, in fact.

“I already said sorry!” Malcolm shouted back. It wasn’t easy to be heard over the noise the demons were making, all whipped up in a frenzy to take down a Slayer.

“You have to be –” Dani did a tuck and roll, and another demon went down. “– more careful! You don’t have super powers!”

Malcolm was well aware of that. And it really wasn’t his fault that he was always in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he saw something curious, he couldn’t help but follow, try to learn more, see what was happening. As his mother was always reminding him, curiosity killed the cat.

He could well imagine the ‘I told you so’ look his mother would give him if she could see his current predicament.

The cage he was in dropped about a foot, and Malcolm’s heart was in his throat, his hands clenched around the bars. Below him was a pit filled with some kind of black, viscous goo.

Malcolm bit back the urge to remind Dani that his time was running out. She was well aware of the stakes. He knew she’d get him out of there. If she could.

“Hang in there, Malcolm!” Dani yelled.

“Not funny!” Malcolm yelled back.

His heart was back in his throat when Dani went down and was momentarily hidden from view by scaly, knobby demon bodies. But then several of them went flying over the edge of the pit, landing with wet, sucking splats into the goo, which quickly pulled them under.

The cage shuddered, but only dropped a few inches.

“Dani!”

“I know!”

Sometimes Malcolm wished he had something helpful he could manifest from the demon side of his DNA, which had thus far been completely dormant. As much as he feared being anything other than human, it would be nice sometimes to be able to help Dani instead of always being rescued by her.

The cage shuddered again, there was a metallic screech, and then it dropped for real, plummeting straight down toward the goo.

Malcolm closed his eyes and tensed, waiting for impact. Impact didn’t come. The cage jerked to a stop, and when Malcolm opened his eyes he could see the bottom of it was a mere inch from the goo.

He looked up and saw Dani holding on to the cage chain, her face turning red from the exertion of holding him. Even with Slayer powers it was obviously a strain, but she started pulling him up.

“Get your scaly ass over here and help me,” she grunted.

One of the demons did as requested, adding his strength to hers. Malcolm had a hysterical thought about good sportsmanship, and then he was finally on solid ground again. His legs were shaky, but he managed not to fall down.

“Are you okay?” Dani asked, giving him a critical once-over.

“I’m good.”

“Don’t do that again.”

Malcolm was so surprised when Dani hugged him that he almost didn’t hug her back.

“I’ll try my best,” he promised.

“Good. Let’s get out of here. I need a shower.”

Malcolm belatedly realized that Dani was covered in a variety of foul-smelling demon fluids. He looked down at his shirt in dismay. How could he hide that from the maid?

“Edrisa can help,” Dani said, seemingly reading his mind. “She knows how to get stains out of anything. We’ll stop by her house first.”

That made sense. Edrisa wanted to be a doctor, and she knew all about biology, and how to break things down. Biologically speaking.

As they headed back topside, Malcolm made a vow to himself to be less reckless. It wasn’t fair to his friends for him to take unnecessary risks.

Someday there’d be a challenge Dani wouldn’t be able to meet.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Angel the series, Connor, Faith Lehane (+any if you want), They know the monsters they fight will gladly kill them and they wouldn't have it any other way

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Ensemble (or any+any or canon pairings), The Big One hits Los Angeles, knocking out electricity, water, etc. Now it's survival of the fittest and...

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

The Shadow, Lamont +/ Margo, another psychic traps Lamont in a mind maze where he’s just a man, not The Shadow. Only Margo can save him now.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

The Lone Ranger (2013 Movie): John +/ Tonto; baddies in a saloon have John. If Tonto wants him back, he just has to beat them at cards. Except Tonto has never played before.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Due South, Ray Kowalski +/ Benton Fraser: after the Asylum ep, Ray has a weird dream where the Canadian curling team have taken him hostage and are only going to let him go if Benton wins a match against them.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

The Alienist: Laszlo Kreisler +/ John Moore; a psychopathic genius abducts John. If Laszlo wants him back, he must solve a series of puzzles which will show he is no match for the madman.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Law and Order SVU, Rafael Barba and Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi; The squad go to one of those locked puzzle room places and Sonny and Barba team up. Barba’s a little surprised to find he doesn’t do well with being locked up unable to get out; since the kid watching the rooms has fallen asleep or something, it’s up to Carisi to get them out.