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]

Supernatural/Leverage, Gabriel + the team, he really loves them

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Sophie Devereaux + Maggie Collins ( + Tara Cole), hanging out (and NOT talking about Nate)

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Nate Ford/Jim Sterling & Nate Ford/Sophie Devereaux, soulmark AU where Sterling and Sophie are both Nate’s soulmates (but only each other’s, as well, if author chooses)

[tigriswolf]

Chronicles of Narnia (films), author's choice, Narnia after the kings and queens vanish

[jordannamorgan]

Noragami, Yukine /& Hiyori Iki: Yukine tries to explain to Hiyori what changing into his weapon form is like.

[wrong-song.livejournal.com]

'Come, Sekki!'

It's the first thing he remembers, right before he turned into a weapon capable of protecting a god.

"It's like... uh," he says. "It's kinda like..."

Across the room, Yato snorts.

"Shut up!" Yukine shoots back, and Yato winces. And okay, it's not like he wants to hurt Yato - especially after... that - but sometimes, he really wants to hurt Yato.

Hiyori glares at Yato, then looks encouragingly back at Yukine.

"It's like... I'm me, and then... well, I'm still me, but... um..."

"Come, Sekki!"

"Wait!" he yells, but he's already transformed and in Yato's hand - and he gets what Yato's trying to do, but it's not any easier to put into words now than it was before. Yukine tells him as much.

Hiyori blinks at the two of them. "I already know what it looks like, you know."

Yato sighs. "Never mind. Revert, Yukine."

"Yeah," Yukine says when he materializes. "That's really all I got."

"When I leave my body behind, it's like one second I'm in it, and the next I'm not," Hiyori says.

Yukine blinks. "Right, and then, the new you can do all these things the old you couldn't, but you're still you. I still feel like it's me, even though it's not my body. But, actually being a sword... is kinda hard to explain?"

"Yeah, we got that," Yato says.

Hiyori throws the nearest hard object at him, and Yukine laughs, and maybe falls a little bit more in love with her.

[jordannamorgan]

Noragami, Yukine/Hiyori Iki: fun with Hiyori's spirit-form tail.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia (books): Rilian; Rilian learns something about his mother or one of her parents

[sapphire2309]

any, any, goddamn right, you should be scared of me

Highlander, Methos

[tigriswolf]

So far, Methos muses, hands in plain sight with the rest of the hostages, his life after Adam Pierson has not been that much fun. He'd just popped in to pick up a book order and two minutes later, while he was still waiting for the clerk to locate his book, two armed gunmen stormed in, shouting.

As best he could determine, they were looking for somewhere to hide after a bank robbery down the street went bad. Which is just lovely, truly it is.

The clerk disappeared out the back door, and when Methos went to follow, one of the gunmen had fired at him, and there were already crowds gathering, police and media, and Methos has not been this annoyed since MacLeod's last rant about nobility and forgiveness.

So now he's cowering with the three other patrons of this shop he shall not be returning to: an elderly woman, a teenager, and a child. The teenager and the child are related, and the child has not stopped crying since the first shot was fired. So far, there are no injuries, but the gunmen are steadily losing it.

Wonderful.

Methos' identity this life is as the only heir of a millionaire, who stays out of the limelight while researching whatever catches his fancy. He occasionally publishes anonymously. It's a placeholder, while he restocks everything that was depleted while playing Adam Pierson-as-Methos for MacLeod and Joe (and everyone else who learned his true name [for a given value of true]).

“What do we do?!” the older gunman demands of the younger. The child is still sobbing, wrapped in his sister’s arms. The woman is praying. The teenager is doing her damnedest not to panic and succeeding surprisingly well. But instead of panicking, she’s planning. Methos watches her watch the gunmen and thinks, Oh, fuck no. She’s going to try being a hero. It’s entirely possible she’s been doing martial arts since she was young, or has some relative who trained her in hand-to-hand, but it’s also likely that she has no idea what to do and will simply wing it, which could result in everyone getting shot.

Methos cannot afford to get shot, not with all the media circling out there.

So instead of waiting it out, like he’d been planning to do, he rolls to his feet the moment the younger gunman comes into reach, punches him in the temple, grabs the gun, breaks the idiot’s kneecap, and spins to face the older gunman while everyone stares at him.

“I am not having the best day,” Methos says pleasantly while the younger gunman collapses.

The woman, the teenager, and the child all scoot slightly to the side, so they’re no longer between Methos and the gunman. Methos approves.

The gunman, who is clearly not the best at this job, is about to completely panic, his hands shaking on the gun. His eyes dart to the man on the ground, who seems to mostly be unconscious, and back to Methos.

“You haven’t a chance,” Methos tells him with a smile. “Best surrender.”

The phone next to the cash register rings. Methos drops to his knees as the gunman pulls the trigger on reflex and exasperatedly shoots the fool’s kneecap before lunging back to his feet to grab his weapon, as well.

Methos’ fellow hostages stare at him, somewhere between awe and fear, and he sighs.

[sapphire2309]

any, any, They're not coming for us. They're coming for you.

[sapphire2309]

any, any, you can't wake up, this is not a dream

[sapphire2309]

any, any, remember the taste of my lips

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Diana is good at moving on.

She has Theo to care for, her job to do, her friends. Eventually, she dates again, first casually, then seriously a couple times.

Years pass. She thinks she is over Christie.

When she is driving Theo and several of his first grade classmates to the museum one Saturday, she stops for gas and sees the cherry chapstick near the register as she pays.

She realizes: she has not bought her favorite scent of Chapstick in years. Because it was Christie's favorite first, and for all this time, she's been avoiding those memories.

On impulse, she buys the stick. In the car, she opens it and smells it, nervous for some reason.

That same comforting fake-cherry smell.

It doesn't hurt.

She smiles and puts the cap back on. She's not ready to wear it today, but she will soon.

She smiles back at her rowdy passengers. "Hey, kids, who's ready to see the dinosaurs?"

[sapphire2309]

any, any, love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Mick Rory/Ray Palmer, (859): I don't want his dick, I want his flame thrower!!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Diana | Wonder Woman +/ Any, thanks to being an Amazon Diana towers over pretty much anyone

crack

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I understand the principle. I just feel like the spikes on the feet would be more effective as weapons if they were attached to wrist bands," Diana said.

The salesperson said, "They're high heels. They don't really have a purpose. Except to make you taller."

"Oh. Well. No, thank you then."

"Of course, ma'am. You don't need any extra height. I mean, no offense!"

"Why would I be offended by that?"

"No reason. Can I show you some purses maybe?"

"Do the purses have any special powers? I don't like carrying stuff around unless it has powers."

"No. But... they're designer."

"Okay. Thanks very much. I think maybe I'll just browse."

"Of course. Please let me know if you have any questions. Or ... don't."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Diana/Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, Diana and Harley start dating. And Bruce gets super jealous until he realizes that neither of them would really mind him being involved

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Deadpool (2016)/Spiderman (comics), Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter takes Vanessa’s role in the movie. His and Wade’s romance is even more epic

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Wally West/Bruce Wayne/Diana, they’re both good at getting Bruce to loosen up a little

[creepy_shetan]

Star Wars, Hux + or / Kylo Ren (+ Phasma), a moment of confusion

[creepy_shetan]

Star Wars, Finn + or / Poe Dameron (+ Rey), a moment of weakness

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

It seems like a missed opportunity having Poe so close and not pull him close and kiss him, despite the chaos around them. Finn acts instead of keep thinking because this could be the last time they can touch before the rebellion falls or one of the sides surrenders. Gives up the fight. They crash together, Poe smiles into his lips, kissing him back with the same need Finn felt bubbling beneath his skin, they’re messy and wounded, but their embrace keeps them safe until Rey runs past them shouting for them to get back in the battle, they have a galaxy to defend.

[creepy_shetan]

Star Wars, any love triangle with at least one unrequited side, a moment of courage (or stupidity)

[creepy_shetan]

Sailor Moon, Michiru Kaiou/Haruka Ten'ou + any, birthday


(Michiru's birthday is March 6th. ^_^ The first episode of SM Crystal s3 will be screened at a special Animate event that day.)

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Jack/Sam/Daniel, getting organised

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Jack managed to pull away from kissing them. As he caught his breath, he said, "Maybe we should talk before we.... I mean this is not... the usual... I mean I don't even know how many positions there are for the three of us."

Sam tilted her head. "Well, at least 27."

"Only 27?" Daniel said.

Sam nodded. "Well, I'm counting total positionings of three people in sexual contact-- obviously if I were to include all permutations of who went where for any given position--"

"That would be six times as many," Daniel agreed.

Jack had to interrupt: "More sex, less math please."

Sam and Daniel looked at each other.

"One second," Sam said, and she and Daniel continued to debate the proper way to determine the most accurate count.

Jack just sighed and lay back on the pillow. He turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (2016), Lucifer, what he dreams of

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, to be loved

Fill. Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo. Love in Quiet Measure.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Tony had washed the mason jars again.

He'd long gotten used to drinking out of sawdust-littered glasses, blowing them clean before pouring his whiskey, but since Tony had shimmied his way into Jethro's life, that had changed. Now, he regularly found the glasses either upstairs in the drainboard or put away—upside down—in the basement.

The latter typically meant Tony had also gone ahead and hidden the bottle of Jack for the night as well, but after three spectacular arguments that Tony hadn't run from, Jethro had gotten used to it. Oddly, he didn't seem to miss the drink when Tony was sitting on the crappy wooden steps, watching him work. (It was not what he had done ahead of tonight.)

Jethro looked down at the glass in his hand.

It was a small thing, a daily chore that somehow he'd forgotten in the to and fro of life, but Tony never failed to make sure they were taken care of, just as he always remembered to make sure there was food in the fridge and clothing in the wash.

“Hey,” Tony called down the stairs, “I don't hear sanding or cursing. You alive, boss?”

He couldn't resist the eyeroll. Hell, after this many years, it was reflexive when it came to DiNozzo and he yelled back for Tony to pull the steaks out for him to season.

“No steak, doctor's orders!”

Cyril was in France or Spain or somewhere European, out of reach of any of his patients to pass down his edicts on diet and exercise, but still, Tony adhered to the orders he'd left before ferrying off on his trip. Another... thing that Tony remembered with remarkable ability.

“Then what the hell are we having for dinner?”

Tony clod down the stairs at that, a plastic carry out bag—the kind with THANK YOU in blocky red letters—in one hand and dinnerware clasped in the other. “I thought maybe pasta and seafood tonight,” he told Jethro, a blush creeping up the back of his neck.

“Seafood.”

“Yeah. From Marchello's.”

Oh.

Tony's comfort food came from Marchello's.

Any opposition he might've had to the change in meal fell away, and he told Tony, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

But as Tony went to set the food down on the counter, Jethro snatched it up himself, took Tony's hand in his own, and pressed a kiss to Tony's closed lips. “Let's eat upstairs. This stuff's not meant for basement eating.”

Tony nodded, a little dazed from the kiss, chaste as it was, and let himself be taken upstairs.