Monday: AO3 Tags

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m reeby10, your host for this week, and today's theme is AO3 tags. Prompts can be anything from the AO3 tag generator.

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. 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, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, self-indulgent scientific angst
+ Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter +/ Will Graham, seriously intense breakfast shenanigans
+ Supernatural, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, now with more vampire manpain

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 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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Comments

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Man From UNCLE (film), Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo, "implied danger shenanigans"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Jason Todd/Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson, "angsty vehicular threesome"

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, (SGA AU where Louis is a runner and Harry's a scientist) passionate scientific shenanigans

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any (except Supernatural), any, "your daily dose of velociraptor promposal"

[tigriswolf]

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing, Trowa Barton/author's choice of the other pilots, now with more circus angst

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Clark Kent/J'onn J'onzz, "inexperienced alien love story"

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, rage-fueled library promposal

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Set in Courting Sin 'verse. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 3.

---

"You can't patronize me forever!" Anya shouted, breaking the silence of the library. Buffy and Willow looked up from their History assignment, exchanging a curious look before they turned toward Giles' office.

Poor Giles, he never got any peace when the former demon decided to drop by.

Why Anya blamed him for her troubles was something none of them understood, but watching the man who only rolled his eyes at their drama become so rattled by a teenager (or someone who looked and sometimes acted like one) was too much fun.

In silent understanding, both she and Willow lowered their books, not even pretending not to be taking in the spectacle.

"I can't believe you're not running away!" Anya was screeching. "The world ends, people in the know beat the hell out of it. It's common sense!"

Anya berating someone over their lack of common sense... Would wonder never cease?

Giles said something back, but sadly he did care about not making a spectacle of himself. Not even Buffy's supernatural hearing caught his words.

Whatever it was, it made Anya narrow her eyes. "Oh. I'm going. It's stupid and it's pointless, but it will be fun. And you know what? I won't go alone, and I won't go with some guy who won't appreciate me as I deserve." A pause, and Anya seemed to think something over for a moment before she brightened. "I know. I'll go with the Slayer. Because that's what smart people do on a hellmouth."

Buffy had the wild hope that she was referring to Faith.

But of course she wasn't.

"I...." she started, hating being dragged into this discussion.

Anya focused on her, an entreating grin on her face. "What do you say, Buffy? Just us girls, having fun at the Prom. We'll dance, and we'll drink smuggled alcohol, and I might even make out with you in a backseat."

"Er..."

At her side, Willow shook with the effort not to giggle.

"I'm an excellent kisser," Anya informed them proudly. "And I'm even better at-"

"Anyanka!" Giles cut in, thankfully taking Anya's attention back to him.

Her eyes narrowed further. "I'm not talking to you," she told him, turning on her heel and starting toward the door.

Buffy shook her head in amusement as the other girl stalked off the library, throwing a last despairing glare at the lot of them over her shoulder. "Enjoy that party, because you're all so dead afterwards," she prophesied before finally marching on.

Willow and Buffy looked at each other, biting down their grins. They might not be too fond of Anya, but they were on friendly enough terms that laughing at her antics in her face would be bad manners.

After all, the world was ending. Again. People had a right to fret.

"Wanna know something funny?" Buffy said after Anya's loud footsteps finally drifted away, at last able to give into a chuckle.

Willow gave a little sigh. "That you're kind of tempted to take her up on her offer?"

Buffy's eyebrows shot up. "Well... No."

"Right!"

Buffy eyed her blushing friend, then chuckled. "That she's the only one who's asked."

Willow made a brave attempt not to lose her smile. "It'll be fine," she said consolingly. "We're gonna have so much fun, and we'll start by finding the perfect dress for you."

Buffy thought of her own plans for Prom night, what everyone would learn before the night was over. This might be the last chance to go out with Willow as her best friend. "Sure, Will. Sounds great!"

---

[tigriswolf]

any fandom with sharks, author's choice, shameless shark-filled cuddling

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, self-indulgent scientific angst

[tigriswolf]

Guardians of the Galaxy, author's choice, naked intergalactic aftercare

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, "blood-soaked supermarket manpain"

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Any, any, 'subtle australian shenanigans'

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, 'accidental garden manpain'

future!fic

[tigriswolf]

ignores epilogue; future!fic

...

She thinks, sometimes, that she wouldn't mind lighting the extended Longbottom family on fire. Neville is perhaps the best person she's ever met, and he's still so uncertain, so sure that he isn't good enough, will never be good enough - for her, for Hogwarts, for himself.

Neville, who stood before Voldemort and killed Nagini, who kept the students as safe as he could.

Truly, if she could just perfect the Time-Travel Potion, she would go back and slaughter them all for what they've done to her Nev.

She finds him in the garden, of course, murmuring a story to the Chokevine he insists doesn't have a crush on him. "Will they bloom tonight?" she asks, as she does every time.

"At dusk," he answers, as always, fingers tracing the plant invisible even to her until the sun begins to set. He's so gifted, but even now, twenty years since they were students, the best-beloved Head of Gryffindor Hogwarts has ever had -

"You, my love, are the best man I've ever known," she says.

"Even when you perfect that potion," he says, "I won't let you go back and change things."

She nods, because she truly understands the dangers of time travel. If she punishes the lot of them, what will happen to the man she loves? He'll never be.

"Can threstrals eat Chokevines?" she asks after a moment, leaning into Neville's strong chest.

He sighs.

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn Nine Nine, Amy Santiago/Jake Peralta, 'accidental breakfast love story'

[talkingtothesky]

Person of Interest (CBS), John Reese(/any), "exhibitionist assassin angst"

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Top class assassins do not sit in their rooms licking their wounds. Therefore John Reese was not sitting on his bed thinking of the events of the early morning. Two excellent shots from a rooftop had incapacitated the two men holding Finch captive. Finch had looked up, caught a glimpse of Reese, gave the briefest of nods and made his escape. Reese hadn’t heard from him since, despite having been injured when Finch was captured.

They were shots even Shaw would have been proud of, so Reese couldn’t understand how Finch couldn’t have appreciated them. He hadn’t killed the captors, surely that should make Finch happy. Reese wasn’t going to check his phone in case he’d missed a call; not at all. He would watch the television. He picked up his phone.

Space AU anyone?

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

any non space-set fandom, any, 'potentially deadly intergalactic shenanigans'

Not a fill, but...

[squidgiepdx]

...for some reason my brain immediately went to Hawaii Five-0, where Steve seems to be privy to something from Area 51, and Danny goes on a rant when whatever it is goes global.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter +/ Will Graham, seriously intense breakfast shenanigans

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Kili/Tauriel, "cringeworthy elfin handjobs"

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, now with more vampire manpain

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Root/Shaw, "implied library smut"

Fill: Root/Shaw, implied library smut (dialogue only, Season 3)

[talkingtothesky]

"So, do you want me to break you out of here, or what?"

"Kind of you to offer, Shaw. But no, I think I'll stay here a little longer. Maybe She really does intend me to wait a while. Learn...patience, I suppose."

"Patience? For what?"

"I don't know yet."

"Ugh, you always say that. It's really annoying."

"Maybe you need to learn some too, sweetie."

"I'm not built for patience. At least let me help you pass the time."

"Oh, honey, you don't have to kneel."

"Be quiet and help me take your pants off."

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Humans, any, 'strictly platonic robot fluff'

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Any, m/m, homoerotic bee-filled barebacking

Fill- Steve/Bucky, M

[alba17.livejournal.com]

OK, couldn't resist.

"Oh fuck, Steve, I thought you said all the bees were gone?" Bucky swatted at the umpteenth bee to buzz by his face, then continued to hump Steve. God, it felt good. Everything was warm and smelled of fermenting apples as they fucked under the spreading branches of an apple tree in an orchard outside DC.

"They're supposed to be." Bzzzz. "Fuck!" One landed on Steve's ass. "Damn it." Bucky waved it away, breaking his rhythm.

"Oh god, Bucky You feel so good. Nothing between you and me."

"Yes. God. Don't stop." A bee landed on Steve's nose. "Shit."

Sweat dripped from Bucky's forehead. He waved the bee away. 'Guess the world isn't going to shit after all."

Steve sighed and clenched tightly against Bucky's onslaught, enjoying every thrust. Bucky quickened his pace, thwapping against Steve's ass as the pleasure soared and came to a height. He groaned then collapsed on Steve's back. Immediately a bee buzzed in front of his face. "Fucking hell, these bees."

"They're saving the planet, Buck."

"Could they do it more quietly, do you think?"

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy/Steve, "unsolicited breakfast cockwarming"

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Felicity/Sara, "exhibitionist shark-filled femslash"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (or Mass Effect), any/any, accidental zero-gravity smut

Fill: Not As Much Fun As It Sounds (TOS Kirk/Spock)

[lah-mrh.livejournal.com]

Kirk would be lying if he said he'd never fantasised about having sex in zero gravity. When he imagined it, however, it was a lot more… intentional.

His fantasies, for example, never included the feeling of being partway through some truly spectacular sex, thrusting away steadily with Spock's legs wrapped around his waist, and then suddenly finding himself floating a foot off the bed. Worse, the lack of gravity, combined with the momentum of his last thrust sends them skidding into the wall, which Spock's head impacts with an unpleasant thud.

The resulting pain echoes through the bond, and Kirk winces, reaching out automatically to rub the sore spot on Spock's head. "Are you okay?"

"I have been better," Spock replies. "I'm curious as to the sudden lack of gravity."

"Me too," Kirk grumbles. Of course something like this would happen during their first time off in weeks. He reaches out and, with a bit of effort, manages to toggle the intercom. "Kirk to Scotty."

"Scott here, sir. If you're calling about the gravity malfunction, I've got it in hand. Minor issue with the panels in decks four and five. Should have them functional again in a few minutes."

"Any injuries?" Kirk asks.

"None reported," Scotty responds. "Good thing most of the crew is on leave, aye?"

"Hmm," Kirk agrees. "Thank you, Mister Scott. Warn me when you're about to turn it back on."

"Will do, sir."

Kirk cuts the connection and buries his head in Spock's shoulder. So far the reality of zero gravity sex does not bear up to the fantasy in any way at all. Between the shock and the pain, they've both gone limp, and any movement is liable to send them crashing into the wall again.
"And here I thought staying on the ship would be relaxing."

If he'd had his way, they'd be down on Risa right now, making love in a big, fluffy hotel bed. But unfortunately, due to a recent outbreak of Saurian fever, Starfleet have issued a statement that all crewmembers visiting the planet must be vaccinated before beaming down. And since Spock is allergic to the vaccine, he has to stay behind.

"You could have beamed down with the others," Spock points out. Kirk was in fact one of the first to be vaccinated.

"And leave you here alone?" Kirk shakes his head. "Never." He wraps his arms around Spock, pulling him closer, and reaches up to run his fingers through Spock's hair.

"How's your head?" he asks. "It feels like you're going to have a pretty impressive bump here."

"I will be all right," Spock replies. "It is a minor injury."

Kirk smiles. "And you're not just saying that to avoid having to tell Bones how it happened?"

Amusement flickers in Spock's eyes. "Not entirely."

A warm hand strokes down Kirk's spine and he leans into the touch, resting his head against Spock's shoulder.

"Jim?" Spock asks quietly.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you stayed."

Kirk smiles, shifting until he can press a kiss to Spock's jaw. "Me too," he says.

Zero gravity sex might not live up to his fantasies, but, as it turns out, zero gravity cuddling is another story.