free for all

[tigriswolf]

Here's the free for all.

As ever, the rules are:

*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.

Have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

White Collar, Neal Spencer, in New York you can be a new man

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, there’s a million things I haven’t done – just you wait

Fill: Gundam Wing - Quatre Winner/Trowa Barton - Promises, Promises

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Quatre took a deep breath and then another trying to bring his breathing and heart beat back under control. He could feel the post-coital bliss lethargy spreading up from his toes to suffuse his whole body, bringing with it a feeling of satisfaction and a sense that all was right with the world.

Blowing out a breath that made his bangs flutter despite being soaked with sweat he rolled onto his side and lay there grinning at Trowa. Despite their vigorous romp and the endorphins coursing through his veins Quatre wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss the sated smile off of Trowa's lips. It was crazy, but he felt like even if he spent every minute of every day touching, teasing and tasting Trowa it wouldn't be enough.

Maybe it was the newness of the relationship or the post sex high talking, but right now he was willing to commit his life to doing just that.

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers, I’m just like my country - I’m young, scrappy, and hungry

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, author’s choice, (end!verse) they say the devil’s brother is out there somewhere, walking the earth, and one day he’ll come home

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison/Parker, only two people in the world can touch Eliot when he’s sleeping and not wake him up

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, Rodney adopts a little cured!Wraith. Madison Miller doesn't know what to think of her new cousin.

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Madison Miller & Audrey the Wraith

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

This one ran away with me a bit, and it's too long to post here. Madison's POV, with background McShep.

Cousins (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6067759)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: TFA, Poe Dameron/Finn, sleeping in

FILL

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

He knew he should get out of bed and start getting ready. When he was still a stormtrooper he was always up early. There was no sleeping in. Even when he joined the rebellion, he still got up early. It had been ingrained in his head from a young age.

The only thing stopping him from getting out of bed was the warm body next to him. Poe's arm was wrapped tightly around Finn's waist, the pilot still fast asleep and snoring softly in his ear.

Finn couldn't help but to smile and turned towards Poe, carefully so he wouldn't wake the other man up. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair back from Poe's face, the man mumbling something in his sleep and hugging Finn tighter to him.

This right here was what made join the rebellion worth it. Just so he could wake up with wrapped up in Poe's arms. He lay there and watched him sleep, dismissing the thought that they should really get up and ready.

Slowly, Poe began to awaken, blinking his eyes open and smiling when he saw Finn looking at him. He let out a yawn and snuggled closer to Finn. "What time is it?"

"Late," Finn replied. "We should probably get-"

"No," Poe said. "Just a few more minutes." He pushed Finn to lay on his back and rested his head on his chest. "They don't need us right away. I want to be right here anyways."

Finn smiled and wrapped his arms around Poe. "I want to be here too."

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hellblazer, Zatanna Zatara/John Constantine, It's complicated.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, gotcha.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Batman Comics, Harper Row/Cassie Cain, strength

[wrong-song.livejournal.com]

Noragami/Supernatural, author's choice, a case/whatever takes the boys to Japan, where they get tangled up with some gods

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick Grayson/any, (425): The Dick I got last night was so phenomenal that I had to take a fucking personal day today.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Kendra Saunders/Sara Lance, control

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Ray Palmer, seduction tips

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Wicked + the Divine, Baal/Inanna,

Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/any rogue, “we’re enemies, so you don’t actually have to get me a birthday present.”

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Rock the Heart

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Author’s choice, any/any, Entwined with You

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, weechesters, hopscotch

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any.

I've learned to talk with my fingers
The only voice that wakes my ears

Fill; Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, TW; mention of past domestic abuse

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

The past never stays hidden. It finds you in your dreams, claws you apart; rips you into a thousand pieces until there is nothing left. He thought he left his past behind, but he was wrong. There are times the darkness twists Jensen’s dreams. It is a nightmare that wakes him up.

He screams, not hearing his own wails, bolting upright, and shivering from head to toe with fear. The room is dark and cold, freighting. He grabs onto the Hoodie he wears, holds it in a death grip so tightly his knuckles turn white. The Hoodie clings to his skin, the hoodie Jared bought for him for their first Christmas together, to keep him warm while they played outside in the fluffy, white snow.

He whimpers, clinging to the soft fabric and breathing in the sweet scent. Jared’s aroma, the scent of love and safety; he snuggles into the cozy threads, sighing heavily as his heart races and pounds against his ribs.

‘Jensen?’

Even though he cannot hear the groggy voice, he feels the tap on his shoulder, then gentle arms wrap around him, holding him close. Jared; his boyfriend and best friend, his sheltering embrace. ‘Jensen, are you alright?’

The taps flow over his skin, soft and kind. Jared never knew sigh language, not until he rescued Jensen from the man who nearly beat him within an inch of his life. ‘Baby, are you alright.’ The taps melt into his skin, he sighs softly and cuddles into Jared’s arms and snuggles under his chin, nuzzling into his strong chest. He can feel Jared’s heart beating and the rhythm is a tender lullaby. Jared's hand slides under the hoodie, pressing against his back. He soothes a hand down Jensen’s back, cradling him so close that they are press head to toe, legs tangled and arms woven around one another.

Jensen’s mind still flashes of his past life when he was abused, when he was cowering on the floor, his ears bleeding and the only sound able to be heard was the high-pitched ringing in his ears. He is shaking with fear as the nightmare is playing in his head, and he sees the evil man hurting him, screaming at him—the man whose vicious assault was so brutal it left him deaf. He shivers, cowering deeper into Jared's embrace.

Jared kisses Jensen’s forehead, tapping against Jensen’s skin ‘It's alright, sweetheart. He is gone, locked up in prison for the rest of his life. He cannot hurt you ever again. You're with me now, you are safe. I'll always love you and take care of you.’

Jensen snuggles closer, clinging tightly to Jared. Seconds later, Jensen’s eyes close and he drifts off to sleep, a peaceful dream with no nightmares and only beautiful happy images of the man he loves.

Pressing a kiss to Jensen’s forehead, Jared kindheartedly sighs ‘I love you, Jensen. I will always love you, forever.”

(END)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any.

Are you gay for Steve, I think you may be
And that would be alright

Fill: MCU - Clint + Coulson - Can't Compete

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"Do you like him?"

Coulson looked up from the report he was reading and blinked, confused without any context for the question. He tilted his head letting the expression on his face speak for him.

"Steve, you know, Captain American. Mr. Hero of the Century. Do you like him?" Clint's tone was light, teasing, but his eyes told another story.

"Ye~s." Coulson let the word drag out as if he was not sure he was responding to the same question Clint was asking. "It would be impossible not to. Captain Rogers is a genuinely nice person."

Clint sighed his gaze going to the ceiling as he spoke. "He is." He sighed again. "I know you like him, but do you like him?"

Coulson chuckled his attention starting to drift back to the report he had been reading. "Are we in middle school again?"

"Maybe?"

Something about the way the single word was spoken made Coulson jerk his head, his focus now fully on Clint, studying him carefully. When he spoke his tone was serious and carried the weight of sincerity with them. "I admire Captain Rogers and what he stands for. However, I have not known the man long enough to say if I could even consider him a friend. Let alone anything more. Hero worship, absolutely, but dating needs to fit a whole different set of criteria.

"Oh." Clint let his eyes drift down until he was looking at Coulson, reading the truth of his words in his eyes. "Okay then."

Shaking his head slightly, a smile of fond exasperation tugging at this lips, Coulson turned his attention back to his report.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, high school dance.

Fill: High School AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(Sort of sequel to Getting Better)

John Sheppard looked unfairly beautiful in a tux. He wore it comfortably, lounging against one of the pillars in the ballroom, hands in his pockets, watching the rainbow of dresses and cummerbunds on the dance floor.

"Let me guess," Rodney said, talking because he was good at talking and if he was doing something he was good at then maybe John wouldn't notice how uncomfortable he was in his own rented tux, "you're chaperoning Dave's date."

John's smirk was damn sexy. Rodney wanted to kiss it off his face, but this was prom, and it was high school, and he didn't feel like getting the crap kicked out of him.

"Says the guy who's chaperoning Jeannie's date."

"Actually, no, for once," Rodney said. "Elizabeth gave me the night off, insisted I go be a teenager for once. She even set me up with Katie Brown."

John raised his eyebrows in surprise. Everyone knew Katie had a huge crush on Rodney - everyone except Rodney, at any rate - so she'd been overjoyed when she accepted his offer to go to prom with him (that he couldn't remember making but Elizabeth's warning expression over Katie's shoulder meant he went along with it, and because he was an actor, Katie was none the wiser about the truth of the arrangement). Rodney's heart sank. "Are you...did you come stag?"

They'd talked about both coming stag, dancing with girls a few token times, then ditching out and going somewhere for dinner fancy in their tuxes, maybe even the next town over where they were less likely to be recognized, and if anyone asked, well, they were commiserating over their dates ditching them.

"Nope. Came with Teyla. Just as friends, though."

Teyla worked in the control booth at the puzzle room and had, unbeknownst to Rodney, helped facilitate the first time John asked him out. Her boyfriend, Kanaan, had graduated the year before and was in the middle of midterms at college, or he probably would have been her date like he had been for the winter formal.

"It's unfair, how good you look in a tux," Rodney said. He tugged at his bow tie and sighed. "I looked like a penguin."

"Well, this one was tailored for me, so I do have an unfair advantage," John admitted, but he blushed faintly with the compliment.

John's family was loaded; that much had been obvious the first time Rodney saw their house, let alone set foot inside, but John wasn't very comfortable about it.

"Are you going to dance at all?" Rodney asked.

"If Teyla wants to. Right now she's talking to Ronon and Jennifer, so I have a moment to myself." John lowered his voice and added, "With you." Then he said, louder, "Say, want to go get some punch, find a spot where we can keep a real eye on our younger siblings?"

Rodney nodded. "That's an excellent plan."

As it turned out, the punch was spiked, so they weren't safe to drive anywhere like they'd planned, which was how they ended up in the back seat of John's incredibly fancy car, panting into each other's mouths and trying to peel each other out of their tuxes. It was a terrible cliché, in the back seat of a car on prom night, but Rodney had been excluded from most high school clichés, and he was just drunk enough to be willing to indulge in this one, because he'd been accepted to MIT, and he knew John had been applied to Stanford, and if this was all Rodney was going to get, he was going to take it.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. vacation's over

Fill: Peanuts - Linus/Schroeder - Back To School

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

The incessant buzzing of his alarm pulled Schroeder from a wonderful dream in which everyone sang instead of speaking. With a sigh he slapped at his nightstand until the sound stopped. Six am was a horrible time, especially in the dead of winter. No one should ever have to get up before the sun. It was a crime against humanity.

For a moment Schroeder considered pulling the blankets over his head and pretending he had forgotten that today marked the end of winter break and a return to the drudgery that was high school. Not that it was likely to work. If he wasn't down to breakfast in the next few minutes his mother would be knocking on his door.

His phone buzzed then played the familiar strains of Heart and Soul and for a moment Schroeder blinked sleepily before realizing where the music was coming from. He patted around then found it on the other pillow where he had left it the previous night. It showed one text message from Linus and Schroeder tapped the icon to open it.

Ugh! Why is it morning? I hate getting up this early!1! I'll be there at 7:30 to pick you up. Need caffeine and kisses to wake up. Miss you.

Schroeder tapped a quick reply then set the phone carefully on his nightstand. Mornings still sucked and he sure as hell would rather stay in bed, but at least now he had someone to commiserate with.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any book. any. Telling the truth is never easy.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

As he traveled the world outside the gates of his graveyard Nobody Owens found it harder and harder to remain true to the truth of who he was and where he had come from.

The first time he had told the adults who had found him that he'd grown up in a graveyard raised by the dead (and whatever Silas was) there had been very serious talks that had excluded him and ended with him sent to a very special school. They required him to talk to a woman who insisted he call her Martha and did her level best to convince him that his memories of the graveyard were his mind's way of helping him cope with the trauma of watching his family be murdered and being raised by the killer. The killer, of course, being Silas: the mysterious central figure of his imaginings. She told him that his childish love and respect for Silas was called Stockholm Syndrome and what the words meant. He ended up in isolation the rest of the day for his reaction to that.

Eventually Bod learned to agree, to say what she wanted to hear until the lies were almost smooth when they rolled off his tongue. He'd cried the first time he'd seen Silas after the first lie. He thought it a betrayal of the highest order but Silas had reassured him, taught him about how to camouflage himself with words and lies until he barely stood out to the rest of humanity.

Bod was tested on his 17th birthday and found to have enough common knowledge to pass. With nothing to do but study or talk to people who made fun of him or forced him to lie, Bod wondered why they had expected him to fail when they kept replacing his books every few months.

Not long after Bod was given a paper that said he was okay for a transfer into the general population and that was the last time he let someone lock him away.

So he traveled, using money he had worked odd jobs for, hoping to find someone else like himself. Someone who knew that there was more to the world then the humans knew. Every time he thought he'd found someone they would end up looking at him with fear in their eyes, making soothing sounds as they went for their phones. He was always gone long before the police arrived.

He found Miss Lupescu once, at a graveyard in northern Russia and she had been as mysterious and aloof as ever. She had indicated that he follow her though and when they had come to where she was staying she had made him borscht for dinner and ordered Bod to sleep on her parlour room rug. having had no place already arranged for the night he was happy to accept her hospitality... and even more so when he awakened later in the night to a howling blizzard.

Bod travels and he tries to tell people the truth about himself but every time he can feel it resisting a little more, nearly choking him because he can already see the disbelief on the face of the one he had hoped would understand.

One day someone asks him about his childhood and the lie just slips out.

"It was pretty normal. The weirdest thing in my life was the presents I got from my Uncle Silas, who was always going to foreign places for business."

And they nod and smiled at him like they didn't notice anything strange about him at all.

Bod felt sick.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Historical RPF. any. exquisite