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,




I'm overwhelmed, you smile, I melt
And somewhere inside
Oh baby I

Shiver, tremble, I never
No I never once felt so much
It shakes me how you take me
Deeper than I've ever been
It's to the core, under my skin I
Shiver

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, they meet backstage when they’re both guests on Graham Norton’s show – Harry as a popstar making a comeback and Louis as the star of a reboot of some major franchise

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis is the host of Chopped Junior and Harry is their most frequent judge.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, dusting off his journal about Boudica for publication

[tigriswolf]

The Jungle Book (2016), author’s choice, the people who live in the village closest to the jungle have a legend of a guardian spirit who protects the inhabitants of it

Fill: The Jungle Book (2016) - Bagheera, Mowgli, inhabitants of the Man Village - Garmadevata

[clearly-odd.livejournal.com]

(Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I'd been logged out, so I think I posted this anonymously by mistake and I don't know if that's allowed, so this is the fill with me all properly logged in! I'm sorry again, I hope this doesn't cause problems!)
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It began some time ago with a fire. The villagers began to suspect, then, that someone, something, was there.

No, that wasn’t quite right. They had always known something was there. The jungle was mysterious and dangerous, full of creatures and of spirits alike. But with the fire, the terrible, unseasonable fire, they began to suspect there was someone, something, there for them. To protect them.

After all, how else could they explain the sudden blaze that overtook the jungle, so close to their home, and was then so quickly doused without any visible source?

For a time after that, things were quiet. Not unnaturally so, but in comparison to the flames that licked the treetops and came so close to their village… quiet. And then a child went missing.

He was a young thing, no more than four years old, much too young to in the jungle alone. They had searched for him for two days, to no avail. The jungle was thick and dangerous, even to those who lived so close by it, even to the hunters who knew the trails well. The boy’s mother was inconsolable, his father had to be forced to rest, and it seemed to the villagers that the outlook was bleak. And then the child was returned to them.

The boy was unharmed, though a bit dirty for his two days in the jungle. He babbled in his childish way about a panther of all things, who had found him, and about a boy who had returned him to the gates of the village before disappearing into the trees. Most waved off the child’s talk as nonsense or hysteria; he had just spent two days in the jungle, after all. But some looked out into the trees and wondered.

It was not so long after that a young man, new enough to hunting that trails and landmarks were not so obvious to him, found himself lost among the trees and vines, hopelessly turned around and without a clue where to go. Yet he found his way back to the village. He’d glimpsed a panther through the trees, he said, and in his fright he’d run in the opposite direction. Then there was a boy, he said, just barely visible ahead of him. Thinking someone from the village had found him, he’d followed the boy right out into the open, to the gates of the village. But the boy was nowhere to be seen. Some waved off the young man’s words as nonsense, but still more people looked out into the trees and began to believe.

Soon enough, rumors grew and spread. There was a panther in the jungle, who could take the form of man (or else a boy, who could take the form of a panther), who watched over their village, who returned their own kind to them safe and unharmed. Parents comforted their children with stories of this guardian, who put out fires and saved lost little boys. Villagers reported catching glimpses, just now and then, of their protector watching their homes through the trees. Some dismissed these claims as nonsense, but even they wished to believe that somewhere deep in that terrible jungle, someone, something, cared for them.

And somewhere deep in that terrible jungle, a young man lounged against a tree, comfortable in the shade beside a large brown bear and speaking calmly with a panther.

“I still don’t think it’s wise for you to spend so much time near the Man Village.” The panther grumbled.

“Bagheera, you’re close by nearly as often as I am,” Mowgli replied with a satisfied smile, “Besides, I’m sure they barely even notice we’re there.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan,

When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Maxwell Lord/Kara Danvers, (407): It's one of those "I can't stand you but we're stuck in the same hotel room tonight so let's fuck until one of us passes out" kind of nights.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd,

He has come back to stop the world
from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
so you won’t let him.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Any, (847): Eh, I don't question what my penis likes. It just does what it does.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starman (comics), Jack Knight/The Shade, Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (tv), Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock, AU where they both ended up assassins

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (tv), Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios or Matt Murdock/Frank Castle (or Matt/Elektra/Frank), "This town isn't big enough for both of us. Let's run away together!"

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (tv), Elektra Natchios, (856): I don't have any soul left to be crushed.

[cyanidesympathy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gen. A Shapeshifter tries to download Dean's memories post-Hell. It doesn't go very well.

(Maybe it even literally explodes?? Angst or crack... I don't care which ;p )

[samueljames]

Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, college AU where Alec is revising and for ____ amount of study he earns a treat from Magnus.

[samueljames]

Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid, things get on top of him sometimes. (Happy to have other team members mentioned if he confides in someone).

Fill: Criminal Minds- Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau - On Top Of Things

[clearly-odd.livejournal.com]

(Brief description of sensory overload, in case anyone finds that triggering) ((I was uncertain as to what sort of things you meant got to Reid, so I kinda ran with it, I hope this is okay))
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Reid hunched over in his chair, leaning down far enough that his forehead touched the surface of his desk. He was tired and sitting at such an awkward angle made him a little dizzy, but it also blocked out the light of the bullpen, which was honestly preferable. He ran his fingers over the hem of his sweater, gripping and feeling and not caring that he was further stretching the distressed fabric; the others could make fun of his ‘ugly’ clothes all they wanted, but they served their purpose on days like today.

Days like today when he was tired and split and his mind was so very, very done with everything. Bulky sweaters provided a weight on his frame that made him feel more secure, and the textures were the safest kind of stimulation he could fathom. He concentrated on the soft-rough-lumpy-smooth feeling of the hem beneath his fingers and on the cool desk against his forehead and on the firm chair he was sitting in and on nothing else. It helped.

It helped that with his head down low and his shoulders near his ears, sound was muffled. There weren’t many sounds left now, it being so late in the day, but there were enough to make things difficult. And he should’ve seen this coming, he knew. He knew things had been building up. And building up. At the beginning of the day, noise had been jarring. By the end of the day, it was piercing his skin like thick needles, every unexpected sound bringing him a special kind of pain he was still unable to articulate to anyone else.

Not that he really had to at this point. If you were going to occasionally succumb to sensory overload, best that you do it around people you’ve known for years and years- better yet, people you’ve known for years and years who have backgrounds in psychology and human behavior. They may not have understood what it felt like, but they understood that it was distressing.
And they understood it didn’t happen all the time and they didn’t treat him differently. And they unfortunately had mostly gone home for the day, so any hopes Reid had of bumming a ride off one of them (because that would have been so, so much easier than cramming himself onto the train, or sitting in an unfamiliar taxi cab) were slim to none.

But he could just take a few more minutes like this and then- and then. And then call a cab and suck it up for the ride home and get some rest and tomorrow would be better. Right. He would do that. Any minute now.

Reid drew a shuddering breath and nearly shrieked it back out at the sound of his name. “Spence?”

Sitting back up quickly, Reid squinted through his swimming vision and found JJ standing at the head of the bullpen. Well he’d thought everyone had gone home. “Are you okay?” JJ’s voice was quiet, like she knew (she probably knew).

Reid blinked. Considered lying. Considered how much he really didn’t want to actually speak right now. Reid shook his head. No, not okay.

“Bad day?” JJ approached his desk slowly.

Reid nodded. He might have felt childish under someone else’s gaze, but his friends- they knew. They understood, in their way. “Do you want a ride home?” JJ’s voice was on the border of sympathetic, but never pitying.

“Yes, please.” Reid finally forced some words out; he figured he owed her that much.

JJ smiled. “Glad I caught you, then. I was just heading out. Need a hand with anything?”

Reid shook his head and grabbed his messenger bag. He liked how it felt beneath his fingers, too. JJ nodded and lead the way to the elevator. She chattered softly at him and it was nice. JJ’s voice wasn’t jarring, just a soothing flow of words Reid knew he didn’t have to follow if he didn’t want to. And maybe later he’d be embarrassed, but for now he was relieved- grateful. More days than not, Reid was on top of things. But some days, it seemed like everything was on top of him. But then there were people like JJ. Or Morgan. Or Hotch. And they understood, in their way, and Reid could just about convince himself that it was okay.

[samueljames]

Teen Wolf, Isaac Lahey/Jackson Whittemore, flying between London and Paris to see one another.

[samueljames]

Shelter, Shaun Andrews/Zach, lazy day with no plans after Cody has gone to college.

Fill: Shelter - Shaun/Zach - Empty Nest

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"Now, this is the life." Shaun stretched out on the warm sand next to his surfboard. "It's been way too long since we spent a day catching waves and soaking up some sun."

"Too true." Zach plopped down on his towel then shook his head spraying water in all directions. "We haven't had much time lately what with checking out colleges, getting Cody packed and moved."

"Yeah." Shaun was quiet for a moment. "It's going to be weird not having him around."

Zach nodded his agreement. "We've never been without him for more than a couple of days."

"He's all grown up now." Shaun smiled fondly. "We did good."

"Yeah we did. I think we deserve a little reward for a job well done." Zach moved in close wrapping an arm around Shaun. "What do you say we get chili dogs and fries at the surf shack then head home? We could spend some time enjoying having the place all to ourselves."

Shaun grinned. "Grasshopper has learned well from master." His expression softened and he leaned in for a kiss. "I might be able to get used to not having Cody around so much after all."

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan/Mickey Smith, ogling her guys while they're working on a DIY project.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/any, (734): So, got kind of drunk last night, made out with some guy, and somehow stole his credit card. Don't even know.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/the Walking Dead, Buffy Summers/Angel + Sophia, the last thing they expected to find in the woods was a little girl, all by herself.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Stargate Atlantis/any, any, maybe walking into the lab wasn't such a smart idea...

Fill + Numb3rs: The Dating Game

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

It took Sam two seconds to realize that maybe walking into the lab wasn’t a smart idea. All of the desks had been pushed together to form a stage, and the chairs had been arranged to form seating for an audience. Amita, Kusanagi, and Zelenka were seated on three chairs in front of the audience, which was comprised mostly of scientists, but a few off-duty soldiers were in the mix, as well as Teyla and Ronon.

Major Lorne was sitting on the stage on a chair. A whiteboard had been erected as a divider between him and three women who were also seated on chairs on the stage.

Amita spoke into a microphone. “Everyone, welcome to the first ever Atlantis Dating Game!”

There were cheers. Teyla joined in, though she looked puzzled. And Ronon - Ronon looked terribly amused.

“Our first bachelor is Major Evan Lorne, from San Francisco, California, on Earth. Major Lorne joined the Air Force when he was eighteen and entered the Air Force Academy, where he graduated with honors, and he later went on to attain his masters in geophysics. He originally served on SG-11 for a mining operation as a surveyor, and now he serves as second-in-command of the military contingent of the Atlantis Expedition.”

By Sam’s estimation, Lorne looked like a man resigned to his fate - and a grim fate at that.

Sam was still new enough to the expedition that she didn’t know everyone’s names, but she did know that all three women who were game contestants were civilians.

“In his spare time,” Amita continued, in an admirable imitation of a game show host, “Major Lorne enjoys painting, cooking, and long walks on the beach.”

“Tonight,” Kusanagi said, taking up the microphone, “three lovely ladies are competing for the chance to go on a date with this very eligible bachelor. Bachelorette number one, tell us something about yourself.”

Sam felt as horrified as Lorne looked when woman spoke into the microphone and her voice came out sounding like a Goa’uld. A voice modulator to preserve anonymity was one thing, but really?

“I enjoy fine art, and it’s always been my dream to see all the major art galleries in Europe,” Number One said. Then she passed the microphone along.

“Bachelorette Number Two, tell us something about yourself,” Zelenka prompted.

“In my spare time, I like skiing and snowboarding, and I love curling up in front of a roaring fire after a good day on the slopes.”

Sam wasn’t sure if she should run away or find a camera and record some of this.

Amita beamed. “And Bachelorette Number Three!”

“I’m a fun-loving, free-spirited girl, and I’m always game to try anything once.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lorne managed, and Sam thought the man deserved an award.

“Now, Major Lorne will pose questions for each contestant to answer,” Kusanagi said, “and the audience will vote for who gives the best answer. After five rounds of questioning, there will be a final vote, and then Major Lorne will have his date for the next designated Sunday.”

Yep, Lorne definitely deserved some kind of commendation for bravery on the field of battle.

He picked up a little stack of index cards that had been resting on his knee and cleared his throat. “This question is for Bachelorette Number One. The Wraith are coming to destroy your home. You can only take one thing with you. What do you take, and why?”

“My 72-hour kit,” Number One said promptly. “I grew up in tornado country, so I always made sure to have a kit packed and by the door in case of emergency.”

Sam blinked. Huh. That was actually pretty smart. A pretty good, insightful question, too. Judging by Lorne’s expression, the next question was something of a doozy.

“Thanks! Bachelorette Number Two: honey or whipped cream?”

Kusanagi and Amita both reached out and smacked Zelenka on the shoulder.

Sam did an about-face and left the lab. Whatever kept her people sane enough to do their jobs. Next time they should post a sign, though.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Charmed/The Walking Dead, Prue Halliwell + Piper Halliwell + Paige Matthews, they had stopped the world from ending so many times and now a stupid infection were turning people into zombies, and magic could only do so much to keep them safe.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead/The Last Ship, any, trust doesn't come easy.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Under scrutiny in the press/public eye.

Not a fill

[aivix.livejournal.com]

So yeah, when I get a certain other prompt's fill finished, I will likely be second filling this one.