Monday: Abroad

[tattooeddevil.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m tattooeddevil and today's theme is Abroad. Prompts can be anything from travel to foreign languages to alternate universes in a different country to long distance relationships. If it's got to do with something or someone abroad from the country your characters/fandom is set in, you're good.

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...
+ Chuck, Chuck Bartowski/Sarah Walker, their honeymoon to Paris turns into a case
+ The Librarians, full crew, when they finally get the library back it has turned French (or any other foreign language)
+ Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/Phil Coulson, long distance relationship

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Red Hood and the Outlaws, Kori/Jason Todd/Roy Harper, they’ve had a threesome in every country on the planet

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Sensation Comics, Diana/Riley, Diana keeps visiting her from Themiscyra

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Kingsman: the Secret Service, Merlin/Eggsy Unwin, Paris is for lovers

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Wally West/Bruce Wayne, they can be anywhere in the world in five seconds

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Grayson (comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, roman holiday

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Kingsman: Secret Service, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, language kink

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern, Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, Sinestro says things in Korugarian during sex that he doesn't think Hal can understand

Fill: My Light Thou Art [DCU, Hal/Sinestro, R]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

“I love you,” he says in Korugarian, and watches as Hal tilts his head back and groans obliviously. Unaware of what he’s saying, uncaring of anything but their bodies twining together.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered,” he confesses, and continues thrusting. Adopts an expression to suggest that he’s spitting the vilest of insults, just in case Hal decides to pay attention to anything other than writhing on the bed, “the most lovely thing I have ever seen, a jewel beyond compare.”

Hal stills beneath him briefly, panting, and for a moment he occupies his mouth with kisses – tastes Hal’s lips roughly, nipping at them until Hal jerks against him and he gets the slightest tang of blood, “it is a miracle that your tongue has not inspired poetry.”

“But, then, it is a miracle that all of you has not inspired poetry,” he continues thoughtfully, summons a snarl as Hal hooks his ankles around his back and returns to thrusting, “I did not truly believe in perfection until I met you, my heart, but now I think that it is the only word capable of doing you justice. So flawed, so impossible, so utterly complete.”

“I do not think I could live in a universe without you,” he admits, and closes his eyes in pretended irritation as Hal digs his heels in and allows his groans to turn into screams, “and I do not think, my light, that I would ever want to.”

It has always been thus, for as long as they’ve been together. Hal Jordan, he reflects not for the first time as the man eases underneath him, is far easier to talk to when he has no idea what’s going on.

[healyg.livejournal.com]

Earthbound, Ness (+any), "You've come so far, Ness."

[healyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Can I get a ride home?"

Fill: Take Me Home, McShep

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

John scanned the rocky terrain, looking for a relatively flat place to set the ‘jumper down. Most of M55-T43 was covered in old-growth forest, and the narrow strips of land that weren’t consisted of rocky outgrowths, sheer cliffs, and deep gorges.

“One o’clock,” Lorne said.

“Got it.” It was a clearing of sorts, not quite big enough to fit the ‘jumper but John wasn’t too concerned. The stabilizers should make up for the variances in the landing site.

“I have a reading,” Teyla said from behind John. “He is close by.”

John was already pushing up out of the pilot seat, and stopped to look at the LSD. Rodney’s subcutaneous transmitter was broadcasting loud and clear, but until John actually laid eyes on him and saw he was okay there was no cause for celebration.

Ronon opened the back hatch, his pulse pistol in his hand. There was no indication of any other life forms, hostile or otherwise, but there was no sense taking chances. John took the safety off his P-90 and followed Ronon, Teyla and Lorne close behind.

“Straight ahead,” Teyla directed. “Just inside the tree line.”

John nodded, using hand gestures to get everyone to fan out. It was easy to slip into a mission headspace, focusing on Rodney as a package to be intercepted rather than John’s best friend who had been missing for upwards of two weeks. Easier to scan the treeline looking for movement, friendly or otherwise, then worry about what would happen if they found Rodney and he was critically injured. Or already dead.

And then Rodney stumbled out of the forest, looking worse than John had ever seen him but still moving under his own steam. Dried blood and bruising on his forehead, torn pants, skin pallid beneath the dirt and blood. John flicked the safety back on the P-90 and tossed it to Lorne, running to catch Rodney as he started to stumble.

“Rodney!” John grabbed hold of him and managed to keep him on his feet.

Rodney stared at him, his eyes glassy and unfocused. His face was crisscrossed with shallow scratches. “Can you take me home?”

The knot in John’s chest finally loosened, though it wouldn’t go away fully until he had Rodney back in Atlantis, under Carson’s care. And God help the Korla, because once Rodney was set to rights John was going to do the same for the people who had kidnapped him and sold him off.

“Yeah, buddy. Let’s go home.”

“John? You’re here?” Rodney blinked at him.

“Where else would I be?” John tipped his head at Ronon, who took hold of Rodney from the other side so that he was supported between them. “You up to taking a ride?”

“I want to go home,” Rodney said plaintively. It gave John a different kind of pain in his chest, and he couldn’t help pressing a quick kiss against Rodney’s temple.

“Then let’s get you there.”

Ronon and John got Rodney back to the ‘jumper, and Lorne piloted them back to P87-Y22 to dial the Gate there back to Atlantis. Later, when Rodney was feeling up to it, they’d find out how he ended up where he had, and what had happened to him in the meantime.

For now, John was content to sit in the back of the ‘jumper with Rodney, coaxing him to sip some water and tucking a blanket around him to make sure he was warm enough. He kept touching Rodney, reassuring himself that his friend was alive.

“Don’t do that again,” John whispered, curling his arm around Rodney’s shoulders and pulling him close.

Rodney rested his head on John’s shoulder, already half asleep. “’kay.”

Lorne remote dialed the Gate. “Atlantis, this is Jumper One. We’re coming home.”

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, Arthur often has to travel across the world just to find him,

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, home is in another galaxy.

Fill: 1/2 Stargate Atlantis; John Sheppard + surprise!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When John abdicated his throne as one of the heirs of Sheppard Utilities, one of the many things he was glad to have escaped was high society. As a teenager he'd been forced to endure an endless stream of business dinners, political dinners, charitable dinners, balls (he remembered dancing at cotillions with horror), and the worst of them all...masquerade balls.

How he'd found himself at one now that he was an Air Force officer and supposed to be an entire galaxy away was a mystery for the ages. He wore a simple domino mask and cape over his suit but had combed his hair down so no one had recognized him so far. The fact that he was hiding in a corner near the end of the bar and had been nursing a single drink for half an hour probably had something to do with that.

When the tall, broad-shouldered man in the tabarro mask and dark blue suit slid onto the barstool beside John, time was up. He had to socialize. For the good of the Expedition, of course.

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself," the man said. He had a pleasant voice, a little rough around the edges, but none of those non-regional accents, like he was an actor. Of course there was an actor at this thing. Washington let in anyone with money these days.

"I miss home," John said, and was surprised at his own candor.

"You far from it?"

"It's practically in another galaxy." John took another sip of his drink to cover his social faux pas. His many nannies and etiquette teachers were spinning in their graves.

"Practically in another galaxy or is actually in another galaxy?" The man arched an eyebrow.

John started, surprised, and then he remembered. The Stargate program had gone public. People knew about Atlantis now. For three days the world had been freaking out, but now John could be honest - mostly - about where he was and what he did.

"Actually in another galaxy," John said.

"I prefer terra firma myself." The man accepted a drink from the bartender and sipped delicately. "I'd be careful about who you say that to, though. Wouldn't want anyone thinking your loyalty was to anywhere but earth. People might suspect you'll run off to that city in the stars and take it over and leave it defenseless."

John's blood ran cold. Was that a threat? A warning? He set down his glass. "You know who I am."

The man raised his hands briefly in a gesture of surrender. "Whoa, easy. Didn't mean to make you all skittish. Just making an observation."

John narrowed his eyes, swept his gaze over the man again. Tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, lean. Fit in a practical way, not the sculpted, cosmetic way Washington politicos liked to show off. A potential threat. But John had the element of surprise.

He grasped the man's wrist and tugged, yanked him off the bar stool, down the side corridor that led past the kitchens. They passed a masked waiter, whose lips curved in an amused smirk. Whatever. DADT was repealed, punk.

"Hey, if you kill me, someone will come looking for me," the man protested, and then they were out in the cold air.

As soon as they hit the alley behind the hotel, John had the man pinned against a wall, his hands trapped above him with an iron grip. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Calm down! Dammit, John."

John blinked, but didn't loosen his grip. That tone was familiar. "...Mitchell?"

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Wade seduces Peter with his linguistic skills.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

The Addams Family, Morticia/Gomez, she likes to provoke him with her French.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve's impressions of New Jersey after visiting there with Danny.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Sentinel fusion, Determining the limits of Sentinel territory.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Han takes her to Corellia.

[creepy_shetan]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Terry Jeffords (+ any), anything about his time studying abroad in Tokyo


(Just rewatched the s1 finale. >:P His Japanese girlfriend's name was Chiaki, if that helps.)

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, enduring long flights (plus train rides, car rides, etc.) to get back home

Fill: Yuri on Ice, Viktor/Yuuri

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Yuuri is always exhausted after a competition. Days straight of practice, performance, and pressure leave him drained, not to mention the lack of sleep his anxiety usually sticks him with. So he almost always crashes on the journey home.

Like now, sitting beside Viktor on the plane back to Hasetsu, lolling onto his shoulder, not quite asleep but almost there. He'll won't wake again until they land and Viktor shakes his shoulder gently, murmurs apologetically, and helps him gather his things, guiding him gently through the airport with a hand on the small of his back.

Viktor hails a taxi, situating a dozing Yuuri by his side before leaning forward to gave the cabbie the address for Yu-topia. “We're nearly home, my love,” he murmurs as he sits back, guiding Yuuri down to rest in his lap. The younger man murmurs contently as his lover runs gentle fingers through his hair.

The ride is short, but for Viktor it seems long. He wants more than anything to see his lover and student comfortable and well-rested after the hard work he's done. At long last, they pull up in front of the inn. Viktor pays for the ride and rouses Yuuri again. Hiroko is there to greet them, gathering their bags from the trunk and gesturing them inside with a gentle smile.

Viktor greets her with a smile in return, Yuuri too out of it to say anything or probably even realize where they are. They make it inside to Yuuri's room, and the skater collapses on the bed, groaning in relief.

“Let's get you all comfy,” Viktor murmurs, and proceeds to undress him and usher him under the covers. Yuuri curls up instantly and begins to snore. Viktor's heart warms to look at him like this “Sleep well, my prince,” he murmurs. “Tomorrow we get back to work.”

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, "I can't pronounce this, but we're going to eat it!"

Fill: Dragon Age: Inquisition, m!Trevelyan & Dorian & Cole & Sera 1/2

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

This ficlet got a bit longer than I expected. Thank you for the prompt!
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Maxwell smiled at the way Cole was looking around the terrace and the buildings of the Val Royeaux’s Summer Bazaar. His mouth was slightly open as he also observed the people, who were not hiding their surprise at seeing the Inquisitor and his companions. Maxwell was nodding his head in greetings, knowing perfectly well how much attention they were getting.

Him, Dorian, Cole and Sera were travelling back from the Hissing Wastes and Maxwell decided that since it would take another few days before they reach the Orlais-Ferelden border, instead of dining in the encountered taverns, they could take a roundabout way and travel to Val Royeaux. As soon as he shared his idea with the rest Sera started to laugh so loud she almost fell from the rock she was sitting on, Dorian was delighted and Cole looked curious, still not used to the idea of eating different foods. As soon as they passed the Sun Gates and the Summer Bazaar, Maxwell could feel dozens, if not more, pairs of eyes following their every move. He suspected that seeing the Inquisitor, who was a mage, accompanied by an elf carrying a bow, a young man who could read people’s thoughts, and an Altus from Tevinter, would never stop surprising Orlesian nobles. It would have been more scandalous only if Maxwell would have brought Iron Bull with him.

“That was a wonderful choice, Inquisitor,” Dorian’s lips twitched in a half-smile as he subtly looked around and Maxwell grinned.

“Don’t tell me you won’t enjoy dining in here, Lord Pavus,” Maxwell replied, as Sera snorted at the comment.

“Shite, if the fancy food you want me to eat tastes like rubbish, I’m shooting you right in the arse, just so you know,” she said loudly, and Maxwell could hear a gasp that came from somewhere behind them. “And you’re buying when we get back to the Herald’s Rest.”

“Noted,” he replied as they stepped inside the Le Masque du Lion Café.

The man working there must have heard Sera’s comment, because a slight grimace appeared on his face, but it quickly changed into a charming smile. “Ah, the Inquisitor and… companions. It is a pleasure to have you here with us again.”

“Thank you,” Maxwell answered, focusing on the challenge in the man’s voice, and the way he accented the word ‘companions.’ Well, that could be fun. “Can we ask for a table for four?”

The man bowed slightly, leading them to the table in the back of the room and left the list of dishes on the table. “I will be happy to answer any questions you might have,” he said, although Maxwell had a feeling he really meant ‘will have.’

“We’ll let you know when we decide, thank you,” Maxwell replied and after the man left, Sera and Maxwell started laughing, while Dorian smiled as he started reading.

“Have you seen him?” Sera asked, leaning back, so that the two front legs of the chair were above floor. “He was so pissed off!”

“Is he thinking? Darkness, what would they say, they shouldn’t…” Cole murmured as he still looked at the door behind which the Orlesian disappeared, but before Sera could say anything, Dorian put one hand on Cole’s shoulder.

“Is there anything you would like to try?”

Cole turned to look at him, then at the list in his hands, confusion clear on his face. “I… I don’t know.”

[creepy_shetan]

The Librarians, anyone or everyone, some of the more interesting phrases they've learned to say in other languages


(Like perhaps "My hovercraft is full of eels.")

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, when he was little, Harry made a list of all the places he wanted to go

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney's ability to easily slip into French is a secret turn on for John

Fill: Lawyer!AU; not secret anymore

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Lawyers were not supposed to argue with their paralegals. Lawyers were supposed to give orders, and paralegals were supposed to follow them. That was pretty much how it worked for everyone else. John gave orders, and Lorne followed them. If Lorne disagreed with an order, he addressed it privately to John, usually starting with the words, "Sir, with all due respect."

But then Lorne had been in the military, and so had John, and so had most of the other lawyers.

Rodney had not been in the military, and neither had Zelenka. Rodney was pretty sure this argument had started out about something seriously scientific, such was whether it was worth patenting a process for building an Interdimensional bridge when one was only highly theoretical at this point, but it had devolved into something petty, devolved so far that Zelenka was spluttering incoherently in Czech and turning dangerously red in the face and Rodney, Rodney couldn't handle it anymore.

So he switched to French.

And he let loose with everything he knew.

Most of the other lawyers rolled their eyes, stepped into their offices, and closed their doors. Some of the paralegals clustered together to watch, and Rodney suspected money was changing hands.

Daniel poked his head out of his office, eyebrows raised, and of course he understood French; he understood everything. He probably understood what Zelenka was saying, too, because he looked terribly amused, and finally he shook his head and retreated to his own sound-proofed office and closed the door.

And then John said, "Okay, I can't take it anymore. Enough is enough."

Zelenka and Rodney turned to him at the same time, because this was a serious scientific dispute, dammit! but then John was kissing Rodney, and Rodney flailed for a second, because hello, at work! but then he melted into the kiss, because John was licking the roof of his mouth like he did when he wanted to press Rodney against the wall, slide down his body, and unzip his pants with his teeth.

Lorne whooped. "Pay up, Stackhouse."

There was a groan, and John remembered himself, pulled back. He was breathing hard and blushing but his eyes were bright with delight.

"I can't handle it when you speak French," he said. "I just can't. Do do it at work anymore, all right?"

"Right," Rodney said dazedly. "I'll, uh, get right on that." He blinked at Zelenka. "What were we arguing about?"

"You were about to take a nice long lunch," Zelenka said, smirking, and then he crossed the bullpen to Lorne, who began divvying up his winnings.

"Yes," O'Neill said, "both of you take a long lunch. Or a cold shower."

No one had dared say anything in his hearing about that fight he'd gotten into with Daniel two weeks ago.

"Lunch, sir. Thank you." John grabbed Rodney's wrist and started for the employee stairwell.

"Later," Rodney said weakly.

Lorne was grinning like it was his birthday. Maybe not a robot. Or maybe just really good at impersonating a human. Because that smugness? Was all human.

As soon as they were in the stairwell and the door closed behind them, Rodney began speaking French once more.

They barely made it to John's car.

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, Roadtrip to Canada!

[squidgiepdx]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller, A romantic weekend away in...Syracuse?

[squidgiepdx]

Atlantis (BBC), Pythagoras / or + Jason, Jason tells Pythagoras about the faraway land he's from