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]

Historical, author’s choice, if Mary I of England had had a child

[tigriswolf]

RPF, One Direction (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson), Cooks vs Cons AU where Harry and Niall Horan are the cooks while Louis and Liam Payne are the cons, and Zayn Malik is the host

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson or Zayn Malik/Liam Payne,

I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now
I was just getting used to living life without you around

filled.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Louis looked at Liam in disbelief as he tried to register the words that Liam had told him. But really he couldn't. How could one register the fact that their soon to be husband had ditched them via a letter? A letter..a fucking letter.

"You've got to be kidding me," Louis said as he shook his head before he went to pacing the church room. "He didn't leave me," he spoke not sure if he was trying to convince himself or convince Liam but he was trying to convince someone, that was for sure. "Zayn...he promised we'd be together forever," he sighed as his voice wavered when a lump formed in his throat. "He knew I had commitment issues and yet he still promised me forever and I believed him because he's Zayn and he's always loved me the most, has ever since grade school."

Liam sighed as he inched towards Louis but Louis once again shook his head as he stopped pacing. "Don't," he told the man who was going to be...had been going to be his best man. "Don't touch me okay," he spat out as his anger finally kicked in. "I don't need your fucking pity."

You can find the rest here at: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6642889

[tigriswolf]

RPF, One Direction (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson), Spring Baking Championship AU where Louis is the host and the others are all bakers; for Harry, everything that could go wrong does with his dessert and Louis marvels as he pulls everything together

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, the Horsemen, Kronos and Silas and Caspian had been the loud war, the bloody war - Methos was the silent war no one realizes is being fought until it's won

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Aya, I chose not to be Rosenkreuz.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1 direction rpf , zayn Malik/ Harry styles, your the only reason to stay

fill

[tigriswolf]

(set before this

...

"I'm so tired of all this," Zayn says after turning off his mobile and dropping it onto the bed beside him. It'd been Safaa, crying about something from the internet, and not for the first time, Harry's glad his sister is older. Louis and Zayn both make being an older brother seem so easy but Harry knows it must be very difficult.

"It'll get easier," Harry says, draping himself along Zayn's back. "It always does."

"Yeah," Zayn murmurs.

.

Harry remembers that, when Zayn sits him down in Zayn's flat (not Harry's, not yet, though they've been talking about Harry moving in soon), and Zayn says, staring down at his clasped hands, "I'm leaving One Direction, love."

“You’re doing what?” Harry asks, somewhere between confusion and disbelief, after a long moment of silence.

“It’s killin’ me, Harry,” Zayn says, looking up at him. “I’m gonna stick it out for our next tour, but I’m leavin’ after that.”

Harry just stares at him.

“Say somethin’,” Zayn begs as the silence drags, grabbing Harry’s hands. “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, Harry exhales. He then says, “Tell me why.”

.

They’ve all known that Zayn has wanted to make other kinds of music; they’ve all wanted to experiment, try new things. They’ve all kicked around the ideas of doing solo albums in the near future, but One Direction is always where they’ll come home.

But Zayn is tired of waiting.

After they shout at each other, Harry folds around him, holding on as tightly as he can.

“Come with me,” Zayn whispers, his breath jostling Harry’s curls. “You’re the only reason I’ve stayed this long.”

“I can’t,” Harry whispers back, body shaking with sobs he can’t contain anymore.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Benny/ samandirel , lets go to the fair

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Let's go to the fair, Samandriel says." Dean, Sam, Samandriel, Benny, and Castiel are all in one cell. Charlie is in another. Dean hopes she managed to get in contact with someone who can spring them.

"I've never been to a fair, Samandriel says. Bats his eyelashes at Benny. Gives Sammy the puppy-dog look. Who cleans house at the carnival games at the fair? The vampire and the angels, with their superhuman reflexes and strength. Who gets in trouble for messing with already-rigged carnival games? The humans." Dean's sporting a black eye and is a little punch-drunk.

The guard at the booth at the end of the hall raises his eyebrows.

"He's been hit a whole lot," Sam says. "In fact, he probably needs some medical attention."

"Remind me again," Dean asks, lolling against Sam, "why the angels don't just zap us out of here?"

"Because we don't want anyone to know we're angels," Castiel says in a low voice.

Rescue comes in the form of Mrs. Tran, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and carrying a leather briefcase and telling the guard she's their attorney. Kevin trails behind her, posing as her paralegal, and carrying some smoke bombs to facilitate their get-away.

Stupid rigged games at stupid fairs.

Dean never got the chance to buy Samandriel some cotton candy.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (tv), Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios OR Karen Page/Frank Castle OR Foggy Nelson/Matt Murdock, "Nothing can change the way I feel about you. I wish it could." (a softer world)

Fill: and you say (stay), Foggy/Matt

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

“Be safe,” Foggy always says. And it’s never hollow; it’s never forced. He says it like the words get caught in his throat, like he wants to cough them into nothing but can’t. “Don’t do anything stupid, Matty. Please.”

And Matt pauses (in the office doorway, on the sidewalk outside of Josie’s, while slipping into his bedroom), his steps faltering, and he’s glad that his own heart cannot be heard by others. Foggy’s is beating away normally—strong, healthy. A heart that knows what it wants. “You know I’m not going to promise you anything.”

Foggy will usually roll his eyes (while announcing he’s rolling his eyes), or throw a crumpled paper at Matt’s head, or make a joke about being home in time for supper, darling, but this time, it’s different. Matt’s got ghosts of bruises on his waist and hips, he’s got Foggy’s fresh teeth marks on his shoulders (from Foggy trying to take away the Daredevil pain with a different kind, the kind that came with an endless orgasm and hushed murmurings of mine, mine, mine), and he’s half-slipped inside of his costume.

“You need to rest,” Foggy says, sitting up in Matt’s bed on his laptop. They’re still flush with cases—hard cases, cases they want to win for the city they love—and Matt knows Foggy is putting in more work than he is. “You know I’m right. A toddler could wipe you out tonight.”

“I know,” Matt says, one leg still outside his pants. “But…I need to.” It’s his only reason, ever. Even he’s getting sick of it.

“At least you can try to be safe,” Foggy says carefully, voice hesitant. His heart beats on, slow and steady. “Take it a little easy.”

Matt is silent. He walks over to the bed, abandoning the costume, and leans down, asking for a kiss. “I’m not making any promises.”

Instead of giving him the kiss he wants, Foggy swears under his breath, face tilting away from Matt’s. Matt almost flinches from it—Foggy’s never refused him a kiss. He’s never refused him anything, really. “You drive me insane,” he says. “You never move an inch, do you?”

“Foggy, I—“

“You need to. I know.” Foggy doesn’t whine, he doesn’t say it with spite—his voice is calm. Reasonable. For all his jokes and grand gestures, he’s always had reason on his side. “But I need to worry, Matt. I can’t help it.” He inhales sharply, and for the first time since Matt left the bed, his heart rate picks up just a hair. “I can’t help wanting you safe out there.”

Matt doesn’t know what to say, so he leans in again, just a fraction of an inch, and this time, he’s rewarded with a kiss—soft, sweet. Just the kind he craves. He chases Foggy’s lips when Foggy pulls away and allows Foggy to tug him back into bed and into his lap, computer and papers pushed aside. “I wish I could promise you,” Matt murmurs, letting himself be held, practically purring as Foggy cards his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t,” Foggy says, not unkindly. “I don’t want you to say anything you don’t mean.”

Matt curls deeper into Foggy’s warmth. He knows he has to get up soon, has to put on his disguise and save his city, but maybe this time, he can just wait a few more minutes.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Black Sails, John Silver/James Flint, you make me wanna make up the rules as I go so no one can play

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Black Sails, John Silver/James Flint, I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. (Richard Siken, "Little Beast")

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter, when Harry was put on trial for casting the Patronus Charm to ward off the Dementors he chose to give his Wizard's Oath to prove the charges were false, that Voldemort really had returned, and finally that by being forced to participate in the TriWizard Tournament he was legally declared an adult and therefore allowed to do magic. His adult status was enforced by putting him on trial as an *adult* for *underage* magic, which is a contradiction in itself.

No fill, but

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

ALL OF THE YES

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis, Amita Ramanujan/Charles Eppes, I'll show you around.

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The fancy military car drove them to what looked like an abandoned lot and let them all out. Charlie’s mind was spinning with the information overload - Brendan was an NSA agent undercover with the Air Force on super-secret expedition to the lost city of Atlantis, which had been sunk beneath the waves, only in another galaxy, and had been sunk voluntarily through massively advanced technology, and now the city was un-sunk. Ronon and the pretty woman, Teyla, were both human-aliens from the other galaxy, and Rodney McKay was one of the minds behind the McKay-Miller Interdimensional Bridge (still working out the kinks on that, don’t try it).

So Charlie could only blink dazedly when Brendan reached into his pocket, drew out a small cuboid device, and then a spaceship shimmered into existence.

“Pretty nice cloaking tech the Ancients had,” Brendan said. He pressed another button on the device, and a ramp lowered so they could all go in.

“How does it fly?” Charlie asked. Larry would be beside himself with excitement.

Brendan grinned. “Rodney could tell you the physics behind it. But I can fly it with my mind.” And a fancy holographic display appeared without Brendan touching a thing. Then he slid into one of the pilot seats. Rodney sat beside him.

“Are you a pilot too?” Charlie asked.

“No, but I have the gene that allows me to activate Ancient technology,” Rodney said.

“Rodney only gets to pilot if I’m dead,” Brendan said, and Rodney rolled his eyes.

Charlie was highly disoriented when the spaceship lifted off, the view out the front window obviously moving, and he didn’t feel a thing.

“Inertial dampeners,” Rodney said.

Charlie could only watch, awed, as the world sped by below them, and they headed for San Francisco Bay. Brendan was on the radio with both civilian and military air traffic control (his flight call sign for the civilians was Roundhouse Zero Six, and for the military it was The Hair) all the way to the Bay, and one moment there was just a massive circular navy blockade, and Brendan spoke to someone on the radio, and suddenly there was as giant alien city.

Brendan piloted the spaceship into a bay through a door in a roof and landed. Charlie peered through the window at all of the other spaceships, and then he saw -

Amita. Wearing a gray and blue uniform, carrying a datapad and having a conversation with a wild-haired, bespectacled man in a similar uniform.

The rear hatch slid open and Charlie tumbled out, ready with a greeting, and came up short, because whatever Amita and the man were speaking, it wasn’t English.

“Welcome to Atlantis,” Brendan said, clapping Charlie on the shoulder.

Amita turned to them, cutting herself off mid-sentence, and her expression was unreadable. But then she smiled.

“Charlie. It’s good to see you again.”

Brendan was already unbuttoning his fancy jacket. “I’m going to get back into my regular uniform. Teyla, Ronon, will you check in with Lorne? Make sure military muster is going all right. Rodney -”

Rodney had taken Amita’s datapad and was arguing with the bespectacled man in a combination of numbers, formulas, and French.

“Right.” Brendan smiled ruefully. He nodded at Amita. “Why don’t you show our old friend around?”

Amita cast Brendan a look that Charlie couldn’t interpret. Brendan arched an eyebrow, cocked his head, and something unspoken passed between them.

Then Amita stepped forward, hugged Charlie. “Welcome to Atlantis,” she said. “Come see the place.”

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/any, Buffy Summers + Faith Lehane, after the apocalypse they lost everyone. Staying together was a bad idea given their history, but going their separate ways was even worse.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Fill: Gundam Wing - Duo Maxwell - Forgiveness Is Easier

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Sister Helen would be so angry; would have forbid him to go if he had asked. That was why he hadn’t. She and Father Maxwell believed that their faith would protect them in this life or elevate them in death. Life, however, had taught him very different lessons. If you loved someone or something you had to hold on tight and fight to protect it or them. Faith be damned, that was what he was going to do - fight and maybe die, but it would be worth it if he saved Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. All things considered, his immortal soul was a small price to pay for not standing by and watching as belief and trust turned out to be the flimsiest armour ever.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, it was just his luck to accidentally end up in another reality, but a reality where the Wraith were allies and they were allowed to feed off of people as long as they didn't kill them and returned the life force later?

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The thing about the most dangerous alien devices were that they were always the most shiny and attractive. John knew this. He also knew that some of them had built-in psychic lures, so even the most well-seasoned SGC officer, like the military commander of Atlantis, might be tempted to reach out and poke such a shiny and attractive device.

Like a mirror.

He’d heard about quantum mirrors. He didn’t think they were an Ancient thing.

But apparently the Ancients had thought of them too.

Because he touched the mirror - it looked like an ordinary mirror, rectangular, fancy frame - and it flared blue, like things did with his ATA gene triggered them, and behind him Teyla and Rodney shouted, and the world went white.

And John landed on the floor with a grunt.

He stood up, looked around. He was in an identical room to the one he’d been in, only there was no Teyla, Rodney, or Ronon. John peered at the mirror on the wall. He could see - it looked like a painting. Of where he’d just been. Rodney was right up close to the mirror peering at it, Teyla was speaking rapidly into her radio. Ronon was fingering his blaster pistol and looking helpless. Until he pointed and shouted soundlessly, Behind you!

John spun.

A Wraith lunged at him.

Only it pinned him against the wall and clamped a hand over his mouth - not its feeding hand - and it said,

“No, Guide, hush, they’ll hear us.”

It took John a moment to realize, but the Wraith was...young. A teenager. And he was wearing...an Atlantis uniform. With black military patches on it.

The Wraith paused, listening, and then it eased back.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” the Wraith said. “You weren’t answering your radio. I took out the Hostiles at the generator like you asked, and you said to rendezvous at ops, but you weren’t there. It was crawling with hostiles. Lorne’s not answering comms either. What are your orders?”

John stared at the Wraith, completely baffled.

The Wraith raised its feeding hand, and John flinched back, but the Wraith snapped its fingers under John’s nose. “Atlantis to Colonel Sheppard. Orders, sir?”

“What the hell is going on here?” John demanded.

“We’re under attack by the X Hostiles, sir,” the Wraith said. “They’ve taken Ops but can’t seem to figure out any of the Ancient tech or the Stargate for now. We were too optimistic, thinking we’d seen the last of them after you went after them with the X-302’s and that alternate universe Daedalus showed up. Colonel Lorne’s not answering his comms, but you told him to retreat to the mainland with Teyla’s forces if necessary, so I’m assuming that’s where he went.”

John was pretty sure he’d landed in some kind of whacky dream, because even though the Wraith had creepy Wraith voice, he was talking just like a human. From Earth.

“What’s the plan? Where’s Ronon?”

“Who the hell are you?” John demanded, but he remembered being on the Daedalus, those aliens who’d been damn hard to kill, who’d had a weird X-like insignia on the side of their ship.

The Wraith flinched back, looking hurt. “Sir, it’s me, Starwhite, son of Bonewhite and Queen Starnight.”

John had always assumed because the Wraith were evolved from bugs and had queens that they hatched out of eggs like bugs.

“Bonewhite? Starnight?”

The Wraith rolled his eyes, which was pretty insolent for someone who otherwise called John ‘sir’. And since when was Lorne a colonel?

“You call my father Todd,” Starwhite said. “My human name is John, remember?” Then he peered at John, concerned. “Did you hit your head? Are you all right?”

“I think,” John said, “I fell through a quantum mirror.”

Starwhite blinked at him. “What?”

John pointed to the device on the wall. When he turned and looked at it, Rodney, Teyla, and Ronon were all crowded around it, shouting. Ronon kept pointing his blaster at it, Rodney kept slapping his hand away, and Teyla was beckoning for John to return.

Starwhite prowled closer to it, cautious. He poked it, but nothing happened. Rodney started to touch it, and Ronon slapped his hand away.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tales (or Nursery Rhymes? Not sure), any, anything to do with this (http://chrishallbeck.tumblr.com/post/127722210380/fierce)

Fill: Jane the Giant Killer

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

She's little, and old, and she takes in children from everywhere because her house is big enough to hold kids - babies and toddlers and urchins and preteens and teens. She does know what to do with them - she teaches them to fight. To survive. To do what it takes to make it through each and every day alive.

She's bent and frail-looking until she picks up a sword or a staff or a bow and then all her years fall away and she's straight and strong and dangerous.

Her children know the story of how she killed a giant and turned his shoe into her - their - home. They believe it. They've seen what she can do.

And someday, everyone will see what her kids can do, too.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, Shepard + any(ies), being giant Blasto fanboys/fangirls

[mycenaes.livejournal.com]

Last of the Mohicans (film), Alice/Uncas, nobody knows your heart

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. Welcome to the dark side

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any book. any. "You lost."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, And I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Honestly, why are my clothes out on the street?
Honestly, I think you’ve lost your mind

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, housesitting

Fill: SG-1/SGA AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/43224.html - in which Atlantis was never discovered, Rodney stayed with the SGC as a scientist, and Cassie Fraiser fails at house-sitting while Rodney is at a science conference with Carter and Lee.

Waaaay longer than I intended. Oops.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, (or any/any), peppermint

Shadowhunters - Lydia/Isabelle - Peppermint

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Lydia's hands were shoved in her pockets as she briskly made her way through the crowds. It was an early morning in late November and winter was just starting to settle in. She rounded a corner and spotted the coffee shop that Isabelle had told her about and walked inside, thankful for the sudden blast of warm air as she walked inside.

She could see Isabelle had already ordered and was sitting near the back, a book open on the table. "Isn't that from the institute's library?" Lydia asked as she approached the other woman.

Isabelle looked up and smiled, standing up to wrap her arms around the other woman and kiss her. She could taste peppermint mixed with chocolate on Isabelle's lips. She chased Isabelle's lips as she pulled away and brought her in for another kiss. "Mm, you taste good."

Isabelle chuckled and picked up her drink, handing it over to Lydia. "Peppermint hot chocolate. Try some."

Lydia took a sip, eyes closing and a quiet moan of approval leaving her lips as the drink warmed her. "Well, I think I know what I'm ordering now. I'm sorry I'm so late, the meeting took longer than expected."

"You're here now, that's all that matters," Isabelle said, pressing a kiss to Lydia's cheek, laughing softly and wiping away the lipstick mark she left. "Get yourself something warm and come sit down."