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]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, law student Harry meets drama teacher Louis at a Script concert

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry is a thief in need of a getaway driver; Louis is a getaway driver who crashes cars a lot (usually on accident)

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson,



I can’t pull you closer than this
It’s just you and the moon on my skin
Oh, who says it ever has to end

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, any canon pairing that ends tragically, there’s a world where we get a happy ending, I know it

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Mentions Season 4 and Major Character Death

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(Takes place during 5.12 (You're Welcome). Allusions to the events of season 4, which may also require a warning in general.)

Of all the alternate dimensions to exist, there must have been one where Cordelia and him could have been together.

It's something Angel believes fervently with his entire soul. That delusion invaded every dream he had down in that metal box at the bottom of the ocean. There was the dream he had of Thanksgiving with his entire family, where he almost got to kiss Cordy, Connor was no longer angry with him, and he had mended his strained relationship with Wesley. The prequel was the dream of actually meeting Cordelia at Point Dume, hearing her say everything he wished she would, and getting to kiss her, finally.

When she asks him if he ever thinks about if they had gotten a chance to meet up that night, he quickly answers "all the time." That was the night that ruined everything, when Cordelia was taken to the higher realms to be possessed by Jasmine, which led to his son's insanity and this devil's bargain with Wolfram & Hart. If that night had happened differently, he couldn't have had everything with Cordy. His curse guaranteed that. But they could have had something.

With her questions and with the way she came so close to saying she was in love with him, Angel starts to think that maybe they could have something now. But just when he's finally starting to feel better about himself than he has since he took that deal with Wolfram & Hart, Cordelia reveals that she must leave him. Of course, Angel protests, tells her that he needs her. He always did, and he will never understand why the powers won't just let them be at least a little happy. Angel doesn't deserve that, but doesn't Cordy, who sacrificed so much and did so much good for him, for everyone?

"We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it," she says. So, that's it, then. This is the best his tragic life has to offer them. She smiles, and she looks just as sad as Angel knows he is. She starts to turn around, and then she rushes back towards him.

"Oh, what the hell. One for the road?"

Angel's entire face lights up before she rushes forward to kiss him. For that brief, shining moment when he's holding Cordy in his arms, Angel forgets everything else. A telephone is ringing in the background, but he doesn't care.

"You know, I don't have to get that." Angel says. Somehow, Angel knows that if he walks away, this will end. Cordy wouldn't be stroking his cheek or nuzzling his noise. Why would he ever want to go?

She straightens his shirt collar, and Angel is reminded of a moment before they went to the ballet, back when there was a chance for him to be happy. Her voice is serious. "That, you have to get." She pats his shoulder and he reluctantly walks off to answer the interrupting phone call.

"Oh, and by the way, you're welcome."

Angel answers the phone, and he can't believe what he hears. The doctor is saying she's dead, but that's impossible because he knows he left her just a few feet away. He turns, and Cordelia is gone. Oh, so this is what she meant about her "off ramp." And then it turns out that she never woke up.

So, this is how it ends. An empty office and a broken heart. In the end, all they got to have was one real kiss. Angel believes more deeply than ever that there must be a reality where Cordy got to live, where the fact that there were no people like them meant that they made it through everything standing in their way. He has to. He owes it to Cordelia to maintain the hope that she renewed in his heart just before she left forever so that he can continue to do good, to honor her legacy.

Despite the sense of loss caving in his chest, Angel is grateful that Cordelia graced his life, even for a few precious, all too short years.

He hangs up the phone, and says one last thing to her, hoping that Cordy can hear him somewhere.

"Thank you."

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, Character A will burn down the world to protect what’s theirs, will rage and tear things apart; Character B will simply stand and not be moved in order to protect what’s theirs, will coldly and calmly destroy whatever comes against them

Fill: Gundam Wing - Trowa Barton/Quatre Winner - Got Your Back

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe it!" Quatre stomped across the floor anger etched in his features and the tense way he held his body; as if ready to fend off an attack. "Why would anyone give a known arms dealer the right to speak about how Preventers is doing their job? Of course he's is going to say we've over stepped the outline of our charter!" He paused in his pacing long enough to glare at the closed door of senate chamber, his hands clenching and unclenching, as he tried to burn a hole through the enforced wood with just the power of his gaze. "There is no way I am going to let everything we've worked so hard for be destroyed so someone can make a dollar creating death and destruction! I. Will. Not. Allow. It!"

"No," Trowa rose from the bench he had been sitting on, quietly watching as Quatre ranted. He radiated a sense of determination that, while less vocal than Quatre's held no less of a commitment. "We won't."

[sapphire2309]

any, any, (Older) Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Fill: Sisters/Dollhouse, the birth of Brian Kohler-Voss

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Girls just want to have fun," Adelle said.

John Whitsig raised his eyebrows. "I'm not sure I'd call the mother of my two sons, one of whom is serving honorably in this country's Army, a 'girl'."

Adelle arched one perfectly sculpted brow and lifted her cup of tea. "Even older girls just want to have fun. But they want to marry respectability, familiarity, steadiness."

"And you think this is the answer?" John gestured at the catalogue in front of him. It was full of photos of beautiful young men, men he couldn't have hoped to hold a candle to in his prime, and he wasn't an unattractive man.

"I think it's an option," Adelle said. "Let her feel empowered with a younger lover. But let her experience some of the strife that springs. Let her miss you without letting her pine. It would be wonderfully therapeutic."

John didn't much like the notion of his Georgie with anyone else, had been broken-hearted over her affair with her therapist, but if this was what it took to get her back, he'd do it. "All right. Where do I sign?"

Adelle reached out, pressed a button, and a moment later a beautiful young woman entered the room, carrying a leather binder. She set it down on the table between John and Adelle, out of the way of the tea set, and then retreated a few steps to wait, at attention.

"You're free to have your attorney review the terms of the agreement," Adelle said, but John was reaching into his jacket for a pen. Georgie had forever been after him to remember to always carry a pen with him.

"And you'll just choose some boy and program him into Georgie's dream man?"

"The active will be given an imprint designed to capture your wife's attention and affection but with the proper humanistic flaws that she will return to you."

Active. Imprint. It was all psychobabble. Programmable people. Was he really desperate enough to do this?

Yes. Georgie was worth this. His family was worth this.

Adelle said, "You can pick an active, if you like. You'd know your wife's aesthetic preferences better than my team would."

John looked at the open catalogue in front of him. The Dollhouse offered all kinds, every race and build and type. None of the boys had names, just titles, like Bravo and Foxtrot and Victor, or Aries and Zeus and Hermes. Georgie would be suspicious of someone too handsome, like Aries, who had rippling muscles and a perfectly symmetrical face. Someone like Bravo, who looked to be about six and a half feet tall, would intimidate her. He had an interesting face, vulpine eyes of some indeterminate color, but his floppy dark hair and still-narrow shoulders made him look too young, and Georgie would never indulge herself with him. Foxtrot, though. He had some promise. Soft, dark hair; bright, intelligent eyes; lean but strong, enough to make Georgie trust his masculinity but not be fraud of him. Elfin ears, which she'd find quirky and cute.

John tapped the photo. "This one."

"An excellent choice," Adelle said. "When would you like the engagement to begin?"

"Georgie's starting school in the fall. Graduate program. Psychology," John said.

"We will have everything in place by then," Adelle said.

John opened the leather binder, found the last page of the contract, and signed it. Then he stood up. Adelle rose smoothly, gracefully, and John wondered if she was a real human. But he shook her hands, and he left the office.

And if, on the first day of school, he was hanging around campus and waiting to see Georgie, that was his business. He hoped she had her fun, and he hoped she came back to him.

[sapphire2309]

any, any, respect what i have done to be the ruler and the killer.

[sapphire2309]

any, any, they used to shout my name, now they whisper it.

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

How do you feel about creepy and dark?

[sapphire2309]

any, any, the fire's found a home in me

[sapphire2309]

any, any, all the voices just burn holes

Fill: Whitechapel - Emerson Kent - Voices

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

It always hits him when he least expects it. He'll hear just the a word or two, something its just the tone of a voice, but that is all it takes to send him rushing back to the moment when he was attacked. It's like being hit by a tidal wave of pure terror and all he can do is go with it and try not to drown.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi show, Any Human Woman + Any Alien, Earth Girls Are Easy

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack Harkness, Hurt by Johnny Cash (https://youtu.be/vt1Pwfnh5pc)

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Batman comics, always-a-girl!Jason Todd/always-a-girl!Tim Drake, She gets what she wants and then walks away / And she doesn't give a fuck what you might say.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/any, (410): He asked if I wanted to "hang out"
(410): A verb which here means "do lines off my dick"

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

DCU, always-a-girl!Tim Drake/Roy Harper +/ always-a-girl!Jason Todd, (301): roommate just walked in on us. two and a half times. the half, she just knocked, sighed, and walked away.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/Dick Grayson, We get drunk so we can say things, often things we’ll want to be able to deny later.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

"I was jealous of you." Dick mutters.

They aren't even on their second drinks yet but Roy knows that this is just the first of many things that they'll conveniently "forget" tomorrow.

Roy doesn't ask what Dick means. He could be talking about just about anything, the way Bruce screwed him up. Not that Roy has any room to talk, what with Oliver and everything, but who even knows how Dick's mind works anyway?

Roy shrugs noncommittally and finishes off his glass. He takes Dick's with him when he gets up to pour himself another. In the end he brings a couple bottles back instead. It's going to be one of those nights.

Later Roy will have his head resting on Dick's knee when Roy says " I hated him, y'know? I mean I loved him, but I hated him."

And Dick will nod as if it's entirely natural a thing to feel. Roy won't even have to say who he means because Dick just knows, understands Roy in a way no one else ever has.

Because of that, when they finally turn their coquettish petting into something with intent Roy'll insist on kissing Dick breathless as the words "I love you" spill from both their lips.

But it's a night to forget and in the morning they'll both pretend the alcohol washed their memories clean.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter Burke/ Neal Caffery (/Elizabeth Burke), It was supposed to be one of their working dinners but...

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Jack O'Neill/ Daniel Jackson, Jack's tired of everyone and everything trying to take away HIS science geek: including Daniel's own curiosity.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Jack leans down to kiss at the curve where Daniel's neck met his shoulder.

"Hey Jack," Daniel said absent-mindedly as he continued comparing the two translations.

Jack sighed, annoyed. He grabbed the translations, put them on the table, and spun Daniel's chair around to face him. "Daniel, the translations can still be fawned over the morning. I'm less patient."

Daniel paused, seeming to weigh his options. "Okay. That's a good point."

"Glad the scientist can see reason," Jack said, leaning in for a kiss, hard and wet. He smiled at the sound of Daniel's little moan.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Hibernation

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"What time is it?" Timothy blinked slowly, still sleepy and unwilling to put on his glasses.

Without lifting his head from the pillow Donald pulled his husband closer and nuzzled his neck. "Too early."

"I should get up. We have a lot to do today."
Donald made a sound that was suspiciously close to a whine and burrowed deeper under the covers. Though muffled by the bed clothes his voice held a tone that hearkened back to the days of elementary school. "I refuse to get out of bed until spring."

Chuckling, Timothy stroked the hair on the top of Donald's head, the only part of his body still visible. "It's only December. Don't you think you'll get bored staying in bed for three or four months?"

The blankets shifted and a single blue eye made an appearance followed by the rest of Donald's face. "Not if you stay here with me." He grinned then tackled a now laughing Timothy to bed.

[samueljames]

Haven, Audrey Parker/Nathan Wuornos (past Duke Crocker/Audrey Parker/Nathan Wuornos), Audrey and Nathan are devastated when Duke breaks up with them.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Do you think he was jealous of what the two of us had?" Nathan asked, his hand rubbing softly up and down her hip as they lay in bed.

He didn't need to say who he meant. All they talked about was Duke.

"I don't know, Nathan."

"Should we have done more to make him feel ... loved? To make him feel like he was an equal partner?"

"Maybe he was scared that we were starting to count on him," Audrey pointed out. "Maybe he'd rather not have the responsibility."

"...No. Duke wouldn't do that."

Audrey sighed. She didn't want to fight.

She wanted --

Well, it didn't matter. She wasn't getting what she wanted.

"We don't know why. But we're going to be okay, Nathan."

"I know," Nathan said, kissing her shoulder softly. "It's just..."

"I know."

[samueljames]

Arrested Development, Gob Bluth, he knows he is nobody's favorite.

[samueljames]

White Collar, Neal Caffrey/Sara Ellis, she proposes.

[samueljames]

Life On Mars, Chris Skelton/Sam Tyler, Chris' first time kissing a bloke.

[samueljames]

Person Of Interest, Zoe Morgan/John Reese, fancy hotel.

Fill

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

(Includes a stealth crossover, but it’s not really the focus of the fic)


Reese puts aside his newspaper as soon as he hears the heels. The news is bad, the past few days have been wearing, and she’s a tonic.

Instead of greeting him, Zoe gives an appreciative nod. The hotel is fancy and she approves. Him she’ll put up with. Reese smiles as he rises from his chair.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” she murmurs.

“Even if I were, it’d be worth the wait,” he responds in kind and she laughs indulgently. She’s in holiday mood and so, in a way, is he. They have the whole night ahead of them.

But old habits reassert themselves. As Reese checks in under a fabricated name, he’s aware that Zoe is studying the night manager, who is professional and reassuringly in keeping with the impression the hotel is conveying and charging for. Reese can stand it. He has money and he can’t spend it all on weaponry. This isn’t their city, although it’s only a direct flight away.

John takes the card as quickly as possible and offers Zoe his arm. The elevator is nearby, looking modern and efficient while in keeping with the luxurious decor.

“That was rude,” he chides as soon as the door closes.

“What?” she asks.

“Checking him out like that.” She tosses him a look.

“It’s my job to find out people’s secrets. He has a lot.”

“We’re not on home turf.”

“It’s only a direct flight away,” she counters.

Zoe has a point, so John deflects. “So it wasn’t the British accent?”

“Are you jealous?” she asks, amused.

“No, just pointing out that he was ex-services.” John says, his voice gentle. There were secrets there, too, the kind that he and Finch would look into if the man ever came to their city and his number came up, but they weren’t the first thing that Reese recognized about the man.

“Oh, that explains a little.” Zoe moves her hand in a definite ‘wiping it away’ gesture. “Fine, I’m off the clock.”

“Good,” John says, looking directly at her and grinning.

“I’m here in a fancy hotel with a good-looking fellow American, and the whole evening ahead of us. Whatever will we do?”

“This,” John waves the card “gives us access to a room with champagne and a bed in it. I’m sure we can think of something.”

Zoe takes the card, and when the elevator door opens, confidently leads the way.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starbrand and Nightmask (comics), Adam Blackveil/Kevin Conner, moral core