Monday - Games

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Hi, it’s enochia, here for a pinch hit. Today is Monday, and the theme is “game”. As always, take it any way you want: game fandoms, game-inspired fusions/AUs, characters in fic playing a game-be it a board game, MMORPG or a game of basketball, mind games, love games, sex games...


Give your prompts according to these rules:



- No more than three prompts in one fandom

- No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.

- No spoilers in prompts

- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space



Please keep the codemonkeys in mind and obey the formatting rules:



Fandom, Character, Prompt

Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt



Examples:
Welcome To Night Vale, any, the rules of Go Fish are different here

Harry Potter, any/any, a game of Quidditch as foreplay

Chess (the musical), Arbiter + Florence, the true beauty of the game

If there is nothing that catches your fancy, take a look at the lonely prompts.

Comments

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Welcome To Night Vale, any, the rules of Go Fish are different here

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any/any, a game of Quidditch as foreplay

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Chess (the musical), Arbiter + Florence, the true beauty of the game

[enochia.livejournal.com]

Any, any, stranded inside a virtual reality game

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), author’s choice, Hunger Games AU – at the Reaping, Kili Durin’s name is called – so Fili Durin volunteers

[selmak.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, any/any (team? :)), Looking back, Phil wasn't sure what was the worst idea in a series of bad ideas, Simmons' attempts at mixology (it's just a form of chemistry) and Never Have I Ever (Strip Version)

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), pre-fire Hale pack, hide and seek

FILLED!

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

One-two-three; she won’t peek. Four-five-six; her siblings hide quick.

Cora giggles with delight as she counts out loud, her adorable sweet cheeks flushed as a smile graces her lips. Feet quickly shuffle away from as her siblings flee, both of them kicking up leaves of autumn colors as they roam over the hills behind their house.

Seven-eight-nine; any hiding spot is fine. Ten-eleven-twelve; this fun game is swell.

Laura ducks behind a large mossy boulder while Derek cleverly hides in a mound of leaves, and from inside the cozy warm house, their mother smiles fondly as she watches them play.

Higher and higher Cora count and she bounces excitedly as she smiles brightly. Her siblings hide with a whispering hush, hidden as Cora calls out, “nineteen, twenty, twenty one; ready or not, here I come!”

(END)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean&Sam, pre-series - pretending that Dad is coming home tomorrow, and then the next day, and then the next day...

(and Sam goes along with it, because it's so important to Dean)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, angels, tag across the heavens

(Gabriel usually won, but sometimes Castiel was the surprise victor)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,

Character A: Is this all just a game to you?

Character B: Yes.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

MCU, any and all, naked Twister

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Any, any, charades.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, ensemble, games of Monopoly were a lot more interesting when Tony joined in

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio/Leonardo, Leonardo decides to teach Ezio how to play chess - only to discover (the hard way) that Ezio is a chess prodigy

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU (Iron Man), Tony/Pepper + JARVIS, "Tony, why did you allow JARVIS to download Solitaire? Nothing is getting done!"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, ensemble, Pictionary with the two most competitive players in the world.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, "It's only cheating* if one of us cheats. If both of us cheat, it's a real challenge!"


At Naked Hide-and-Seek, obviously!

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+/Winry+Alphonse, Playing 'tag', now that Al's human again

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

MCU (Avengers), JARVIS + ensemble, at Stark Tower "The AI is a cheating bastard!" has a whole other meaning ...

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "Death plays dice with a knucklebone, and the Devil cheats at cards. Ain't nobody sayin' what game God's playin', but it's goin' the whole nine yards."

Teen Wolf (TV), spoilers for up until 3.19; gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

(Just to reiterate - spoilers for everything up through 3.19)

(Also, follows this)

...

Stiles is quiet, in the aftermath. He keeps his head down at school, doesn't really speak at pack meetings, lets his dad eat whatever he wants.

"Stiles is not okay," Scott announces at a pack meeting Stiles never got an invitation to.

"Would you be?" Kira asks.

"No," Scott admits quietly.

.

The sheriff is worried about his son. He talks about it with Melissa and Chris sometimes, and even with Derek once. They reach no conclusions, but the sheriff feels a little better after.

“Just give him time,” Melissa counsels. “What he’s been through – he just needs time.”

So the sheriff does. He waits for Stiles to come to him, and he talks about inconsequential things, and he sits at the table with Stiles as he catches up on his schoolwork.

Stiles doesn’t really listen to music anymore, but the sheriff plays some of Claudia’s old favorites.

(The second MRI came back clean. Stiles is in the clear. The nogitsune is gone. No one knows where or why.)

Once, Stiles asks, “Dad, why did you forgive me so easily?”

The sheriff answers honestly, “Because it wasn’t you.”

.

Something’s wrong, Lydia thinks, watching Stiles watch the pack train. The twins are trying to take on Derek and Isaac while Scott tries to take them all down. Kira is trying to ignite Allison’s arrows as she shoots them into the air.

She didn’t see Stiles while the nogitsune was in him. Only Scott and Deaton did, and Scott cried while he talked about it, and Deaton said only, “The shadow is gone.”

Nothing about him sounds different, but she doesn’t trust her senses anymore. She hasn’t mentioned the feeling of wrongness to anyone, not even Allison, the first one to trust her about them.

Stiles meets her eyes with a small grin; Lydia shivers in a sudden cold breeze that no one else seems to notice.

.

Chaos, the nogitsune said. Strife. Pain. Alan sits in his office, running his fingers through rowan ash, and thinks. There is no trace of the nogitsune, all of the oni are gone, and the two kitsunes in town sense the shadow anymore.

But where did it go? What was its purpose in Beacon Hills? Why Stiles Stilinski?

Since he was a little boy, Stiles Stilinski was always playing pranks, getting into trouble. Never anything too dangerous, no one ever came to harm – just little things. Mischievous.

And then he dragged Scott McCall into the woods with an alpha werewolf.

What is it the sheriff always says? Once is an incident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times? A pattern.

Why Stiles Stilinski? Because of his history as a troublemaker? Because of the surrogate sacrifice? Because of his place in the pack, or as the sheriff’s son?

Stiles can still use the ash, which is the only reason Alan hasn’t mentioned his concerns to anyone. He can still use the ash which means that the nogitsune has truly left him.

.

The pack is worried, they think. Dad, too. They turn the page of the biology book, stare down at the fox’s skeleton. Smile.

We’ll just have to do better, they think. But the chaos… it sure does taste good. They laugh and leave the book, going to start dinner for Dad.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+Any, Spanish Train (http://www.metrolyrics.com/spanish-train-lyrics-chris-de-burgh.html)

Fill - Joker is the Name 1/3 (Alias Smith & Jones)

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

[This is one of my favourite songs in the universe, and for some reason I had a yen for Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry vs the Devil. Um. Enjoy?]

Joker is the Name

The engine screeched to a grudging halt, massive and ill-tempered over the tracks, with a good few yards between the front fender and the tree trunk blown down across the line. She was well clear, Kid thought. Had a driver with the good sense to brake in time, leave himself plenty of room. That boded well, maybe. Always nice when the people you were robbin' had some good sense about them. Meant they were less likely to do anythin' rash.

There was something niggling at him, though. Something worrying at the back of his mind as he sat astride his horse, Heyes beside him and practically jigglin' in his seat to get down there and get to business. Whatever it was, it wouldn't shift itself enough in his brain to make itself known, but there was definitely something, an itch he could feel right down to his bones.

There was something wrong. He wasn't sure how he knew, some instinct from someplace deep inside him, but whatever the hell it was it had him antsier than a bear with a beehive on his tail.

Kid twitched uneasily, starin' down at the target, and rubbed a thumb against his chin. They were too long without a haul to risk passin' this one up. The boys would have his head if he tried callin' this off on a hunch. But the itch between his shoulder blades was something that had kept him alive too many times before not to at least mention it. If nothing else, he reckoned Heyes ought to know about it. If trouble was waitin' down there, he wasn't gonna leave his partner without a heads-up.

Mind made up, he nodded to himself, and leaned over to tap Hannibal's elbow gently. His partner swung around in startlement, blinking at him in confusion, and Kid tipped his hat up some to let Heyes see his eyes. He wanted his partner to see he was serious.

"Kid?" Hannibal asked, frown already drawin' down across his features. "Somethin' wrong?"

"Don't know," Kid answered honestly, sittin' back in the saddle and fixin' his eyes down on the hulking black engine waitin' below. "I don't know, Heyes. Could be nothin'. Just ... I got the feelin' there's something wrong here. Don't know what it is, but it's something."

Heyes frowned, brown eyes turning grim and clouded as he looked back down at the train in rapid reassessment, but Wheat, on the other side of him, wasn't near so impressed. The blond robber spat grumpily to one side, barely missing Heyes' elbow, and sent a glare against the side of Kid's head fit to fry some eggs.

"Don't tell me yer gettin' nervy on us," he groused, his horse shying sideways to bump lightly against Heyes'. "We ain't got nuthin' left, Kid. 'Nother week I'm gonna be eatin' my shoe soles for jerky. We don't got time for this."

It was more plaintive than angry, a touch of a whine in there, and Kid winced faintly. Wheat had a point. There was pretty much nothin' appetising left from their stores. If they didn't get some cash soon, they were goin' to be robbin' grocery stores instead of banks and trains, and that just didn't bear thinkin' about.

But the fact of it was, something about that train unnerved him. In fact, if he let it sit too long, something about that train damn near scared him, and he reckoned that was the kind of instinct a man ought to listen to. The kind that kept him from gettin' killed.

"... Wheat's right," Heyes said at last, looking up from where he'd been lost in contemplation of their target, a wry smile on his face and a confident little shrug in his shoulders. "We can't afford to miss this one. Feelin' or no feelin', we gotta go ahead with it."

It was Kid he looked at, apology in his eyes, but there was a glimmer of something else too. Wariness, the kind that hadn't been there before, and Kid knew his partner had listened to him. All the eager jitters had gone out of him, wiped clean away, and the Heyes beside him now was a man waitin' for trouble, and ready for it too.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

TBBT, Any+Any (Ensemble, what have you), "What if Dungeons and Dragons was real?"

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Caspian, playing the Game

FILL (sort of combined both your prompts)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Methos and Kronos whispered in front of the tent, until Kronos stepped forward and announced that in the morning, they would be raiding the villages to the north.

Caspian and Silas nodded and grinned, anticipating the plunder, the carnage, sweet like heated wine.

Kronos went back to speaking with Methos, and Silas back to his own quarters, while Caspian sat by the fire a little longer, watching. Clearly, it was Methos' idea to go north (everything they did was Methos' idea), but Methos was, as usual, clever enough to act like nobody knew who made the real decisions.

Methos, in Caspian's view, was too clever by half.

Methos didn't rate Caspian's wit very highly, of course; Caspian knew that Methos thought himself better than them, above them, and he disdained Caspian for his coarseness, his willingness to fight in the moment of anger instead of waiting around with patient plans. Of course, Methos liked Silas because he was the right kind of stupid for Methos' tastes: not too witless that he can't carry out tactics, but just witless enough that Methos thought of him as innocent, harmless (not that any of the villages this side of the river would call Silas harmless). But Silas' thoughts surely contained no devious plans, no grand designs beyond fulfillment of greed and lust and blade through flesh.

In this way, Caspian was like Silas: there was no higher purpose than flesh and gold and blood. Caspian knew that Methos had no respect for him, knew that Methos found him too sharp of mind to trust but not nearly clever enough to mean it when he said 'brother.' Methos always had plans -- it wasn't ever enough to burn a village, they had to add theater to it, to spread abject fear, and it wouldn't do to roam around according to the way the wind blew -- how any man with sense would do it -- since Methos' path spread their power, fame, and riches more quickly than such wandering.

That, Caspian thought, was the problem with Methos. He thought that every game, every battle, could be won with a plan. The game of playing with mortals, their little lives like birds underfoot. The game of immortals, the four of them impossible for any lone warrior to challenge (and Caspian is quite sure that despite appearances, that Methos would fare better in the game than Kronos -- Methos would send someone else to kill Kronos, Caspian thinks, since Methos was only happy when a victory is assured.)

Caspian didn't believe that every game could be won with wits. There was strength and there was chance, and a plan could press chance one way or another but never alter it completely. Caspian had his arm and his sword, and he knew that would be enough to live a long, long life. Methos thought him a fool, a brute, but Caspian knew that chance, eventually, would take them all. The game had more power than all of them, together or apart.

Truth be told, Caspian thought Methos a simpleton for believing mere cleverness could change their fates.

Though indeed, Methos was far, far more clever than Caspian would have liked.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+Winry+Ling+Alphonse, Teaching Ling to play poker

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with dog(s), Any, A game of Fetch