free for all
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comment_ficHere'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!
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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Date: 2016-04-23 05:06 am (UTC)Despicable Me/Lilo&Stitch, Lilo Pelekai/Edith, Lilo and Stitch learn how Miss Hattie treats children (treated Edith) and decide revenge is necessary
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Date: 2016-04-23 05:06 am (UTC)RPF, One Direction, Lilo&Stitch AU – Louis Tomlinson as the alien, Harry Styles as the little boy in need of a friend, Liam Payne as the stressed older sibling, Zayn Malik as the romantically-inclined friend, and Niall Horan as the social worker
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Date: 2016-04-23 05:07 am (UTC)Cinderella (any), author’s choice, if the Cinderella character is actually rags-to-riches and not riches-to-rags-to-riches
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Date: 2016-04-23 05:07 am (UTC)Jupiter Ascending, Jupiter Jones + Caine Wise, Black Jewels AU
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Date: 2016-04-23 05:08 am (UTC)Dr. Who, Morin Van Hoff/Fon Van Hoff, their backstory
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Date: 2016-04-23 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-23 07:32 am (UTC)Fill MCU Peggy/Steve/Bucky
Date: 2016-04-24 05:02 am (UTC)She looked over at her boys. Their instincts took over in their sleep, silencing the good-natured insults they liked to fling at each other during the day. Steve was curled up next to Bucky, his head resting on Bucky's chest, with Bucky's arm wrapped around his shoulders, his fingers gently resting on Steve's head. She knew that he would stroke Steve's hair whenever Steve made a noise, made some whimper in a dream, without either of the men waking.
Peggy knew what Steve's nightmares were about, and few things gave her more comfort than to see Bucky's hands protecting Steve from his own mind, quelling the anger, the hard pit of pain, before it grew fearsome enough to shake Steve from his slumber. They didn't know what Bucky's nightmares were, not really, but Bucky, like her, was better at hiding them.
She wished, sometimes, that she could keep them here. In the darkness, in the moonlit hush of a thin bed and rough blankets and warm, close bodies, all tangled up. The sound of their breathing, strong and steady, mingling with the chirp of crickets in the distance, the wind tunneling through the drying leaves.
But in the morning, it would be all noise and bustle. The sun would rise, news would come, and she would use the intel to plan a new mission. They belonged to the war, all three of them, and that was as it should be.
But these few, rare moments - these arcs of moonlight bending across muscle and flesh, like white-gray ink drawn across their embrace -- these belonged to her.
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Date: 2016-04-23 07:33 am (UTC)Fill: Star Wars - The Force Awakens, Rey
Date: 2017-08-18 03:09 am (UTC)I want no part of this. I came here for a reason. Go back.
He wouldn't even listen to her, let alone begin to consider training her in the ways of the Jedi. He'd barely even looked at her twice.
As if she hasn't experienced enough rejection in her life. She flashes back to Jakku, her childhood, Unkar Plutt squeezing her arm as she watched the last remains of her family fly away. Abandoned. Neglected. Alone.
She sits in the pilot's seat, hand reaching the the ignition – and freezes.
She was a child back then, a helpless little girl. But she's learned and grown so much since then: now she's a woman who can take care of herself, a fighter in the Resistance, already started down her path to becoming a Jedi.
She stands with determination, tears drying. Chewbacca warbles a question as she leaves the ship.
“I'm going back,” she tells him matter-of-factly.
She controls her own destiny now. She's not going to let Luke say no to her.
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Date: 2016-04-23 07:34 am (UTC)Re: FILL; No fandom, m/f pair, making love
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Date: 2016-04-23 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-23 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-04-23 08:42 am (UTC)He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
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Date: 2016-04-23 08:42 am (UTC)filled (1/2)
Date: 2016-04-24 01:23 am (UTC)He stands there long enough for Bruce’s mouth to fall open slightly, then he’s gone again, all the papers on the desk next to Bruce scattering across the floor in his absence. As soon as Bruce gets the last paper picked up Wally’s back, one of those drink trays in his hand with four different types of coffee from four different coffee shops in it.
“Wasn’tsurewhichkindyouliked,” Wally says, still sparking with electricty. “SoIgotalittleofeverything.”
He sets the drink carrier down next to Bruce on the desk and leans back against it, looking smug.
Bruce picks the one that has boring scrawled across it in Wally’s sloppy handwriting, takes the lid off and blows across the top. He knows Wally’s watching him and yet he still can’t help the obscene noise he lets out when he gets the first sip of bitter, searing hot coffee on his tongue. It’s almost as good as Alfred’s, though Bruce will never be stupid enough to admit that outloud.
Wally pokes his finger into the one with whipped cream and caramel drizzled on top, brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it off, smirking a little when he sees Bruce’s adam’s apple flex when he swallows.
“Well,” Wally says. “I did my part, now how’s about you do yours?”
Bruce takes another sip of coffee. This is a game they play, one they’ve been playing for as long as he can remember. He remembers Kara whispering something to Shayera about gay chicken once and knowing Wally’s level of maturity, Bruce doesn’t doubt that’s exactly what he’s playing at. See how riled up he can get the Bat, see how far he can push until Bruce breaks. What, exactly, Wally’s expecting to happen when he breaks is the curious thing. That’s also assuming Wally thinks things out that far and Bruce is all too aware of how unlikely that assumption is.
“I have monitor duty until midnight,” Bruce says, looking up at Wally as he purses his lips together and blows across the top of his coffee again, then takes a sip. “Any time after that I’ll be in my quarters.”
Wally stares at him for a moment like maybe he didn’t quite hear him right, but then he slips back into the game and gives him another smug grin, reaches over and tugs on one of the ears on the cowl.
“See ya then, Bats,” he says and this time Bruce ignores the typhoon of papers he leaves in his wake.
About half an hour before it’s time for J’onn to take over monitoring duty for him, a distress call comes in and Bruce sends out the call. Something big, ugly, half alien and half cybernetic is tearing apart San Francisco.
It takes them about four hours to fully take the creature down and figure out what it was doing on earth and by then more than half of them are injured; even Clark has a few wounds that are taking longer than usual to heal.
Wally skids into the medical bay while Bruce is stitching up one of the wounds he got when one of the creature’s mechanical tentacles slashed into his side. He has a cheeseburger in one hand and one of the metabolic shakes specifically tailored to him in his other hand.
“Sorry I missed our date,” Wally grins, leaning in the doorway. His cowl’s pushed back and his hair’s sticking up in every direction and Bruce accidentally stabs himself with the needle. “Need a hand with that, big guy?”
“I’m fine.” Bruce grunts. “And we didn’t have a date.”
“Didn’t we?” Wally asks, stuffing the rest of his burger in his mouth and swallowing it whole, reminding Bruce of a python he saw at the zoo once and of...other things. “I mean. That was an invitation, right?”
“It was a statement,” Bruce says, clipping the thread once he’s finished. “Interpret it however you want.”
“A statement,” Wally repeats, then sucks the rest of his shake down and tosses it in the trash, speeds across the room in a blur and lands inches from Bruce’s face. “You should fuck me. How’s that for a statement?”
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Date: 2016-04-23 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-04-23 08:48 am (UTC)Not a fill yet
Date: 2016-04-23 02:28 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Numb3rs (some dialogue straight from the episode)
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Date: 2016-04-23 09:14 am (UTC)filled|1/2
Date: 2016-04-30 05:01 pm (UTC)She knew—for a fact—that the living were just as dangerous as the dead and yet, even with that knowledge, Buffy Summers found herself running through the woods towards the sound of someone calling for help. The desperation in their cries, and that shred of decency that still remained inside of her, forced her head first into trouble.
It wasn’t be the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
A steady pace and pumping arms made her regret the decision to loosen the waist strap of her pack as it beat mercilessly at her lower back. The weight of it hindered her movements, but not her stride as she kicked up the leaves and dirt beneath her boots. The cries became whimpers and she heard their struggles as they pleaded for their life over the hungry groans of the dead.
It’d been a long while since she’d run into someone who wasn’t comfortable with the new world order and in need of saving. Nowadays those among the living were a little too comfy with how the world had tumbled head first into chaos.
The trees gave way and Buffy hesitated before entering the clearing, scanning for hostiles of the living sort before her shoulders rolled and the pack slid down her arms to fall at her feet. She drew the kukri from the sheath at her waist which Faith had acquired the blade during her travels to Nepal. She’d been unwilling to question the how at the time. Now she regretted the not knowing, but it felt right to kill as many of the dead as she could with it.
Buffy stepped forward, towards the massive rock with a frantic man atop it, and the few dead surrounding. She ran a critical eye over the gluttons and hazard they were months old and easy pickings. The kukri was a curved blade made for hacking and so she did. Cleaving the head of what had once been a woman in two with enough ease that Buffy added at least a year to her estimation.
The next stumbled towards her, teeth snapping as a putrid scent permeated her personal space. Once upon a time she would’ve tossed out a mocking turn of phrase at her (not really) opponent, but her quips were lost on these creatures and the living always took them the wrong way. Instead she caught the side of its head, winced at the warm feel of its flesh against her bare skin, before slamming it face first into the rock.
It dropped and she turned to face the creeper coming up from behind as the clearing filled with people and she muttered a curse. The blade flashed, catching the dead across the jaw as it made to take a bite of her. Buffy spun out of reach, her boot finding its knee as she passed and bone cracked with dry sound that wrinkled her nose. It stumbled and she drove the kukri forward into its face. Following it down and using gravity to her advantage as the blade sunk through bone and into brain.
A gunshot drew her gaze up from that ruined face and she saw the overabundance of the living. They’d removed the last two semi-threats and now watched her as warily as she watched them. The man on the rock continued to tremble. Buffy pushed herself up and pulled her blade free with the squelch of congealed blood. The violence level hadn’t lowered with the removal of the dead and Buffy resisted the urge to pull her gun since that would likely turn this scenario bloodier—for all of them.
“Clear!” The shout drew her attention from the many to the one and the order, “Keep watch,” had her guessing tall and lanky was the leader of the group.
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Date: 2016-04-23 09:24 am (UTC)Ladies all across the world / Listen up, we're looking for recruits / If you're with me, let me see your hands / Stand up and salute / Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots / Representing all the women. / Salute, salute!
You think we're just pretty things / You couldn't be more wrong / (We're standing strong, we carry on) / Knock us but we keep moving up (we're moving up, yeah) / Can't stop a hurricane, ladies it's time to awake (yeah!)
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Date: 2016-04-23 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-23 01:22 pm (UTC)(Because now I have twice as many feels about the phrase "the captain and the doctor.")
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Date: 2016-04-23 01:50 pm (UTC)All my prompts today will be Shakespeare quotes.
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Date: 2016-04-23 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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