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]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles Stilinski, you keep what you kill

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, he's been working on a book for centuries called A Biography of Religion and some of the religions included have no one left who knows they ever existed at all

[tigriswolf]

Hamilton (Miranda), Alexander Hamilton/Eliza Hamilton, ten years after Alexander went upstate with his family instead of staying home to work

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Alec Hardison ( + team), he messes up by doing his job too well

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer, fighting without killing is harder than fighting to kill

[cyanidesympathy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gen. Dean can't help but worry that he didn't leave Hell with his humanity fully intact.

[metamorphagi.livejournal.com]

Barry soon realizes the new timeline he created is Not What He'd Envisioned. Only problem is, none of the ways he's tried to fix it are working and he is faced with the reality that, like it or not, he's stuck there for good.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner, what if the Seer hadn't interfered and they had a half-witch/half-demon daughter? What powers would the girl have, and would she have to fight the demonic part of herself like her father?

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate (any), any, that sounds more like a Plan F; as in we're totally...

Not A Fill

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

That is a great prompt.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Walking Dead, Buffy Summers /& Daryl Dixon, they're a deadly duo.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Stargate Atlantis(/any), Freya McAllister, telepathic lookout when they need to get into or out of somewhere with being seen or heard.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, any, someone managed to get a lucky shot and killed the Governor early on.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

shadowhunters , Simon lewis / Raphael , you have become my soulmate

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, duet.

Not a fill...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

..yet. But I see what you did there. ::grins::

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne + Ronon Dex, NASA AU.

Not a fill yet.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

...why, hello, beautiful prompt.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, skinny dipping for the first time.

FILL: Shadowhunters - Alec/Magnus

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

"What-what are you doing?" Alec asked, staring in shock as the warlock started to shed his clothes.

"Going for a swim," Magnus replied with a smirk as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. "Care to join me?"

"Join you? Magnus, someone could see us!" Alec said, looking around wildly. It was late, but someone could still walk by.

"That's half the fun of it," Magnus said, talking off towards the water. "Come on!"

Alec watched his boyfriend as he splashed about in the lake. Magnus realized that Alec was not join him moved towards the pier where Alec was still sitting. "Would you feel better if I glamoured us?"

"I just-I've never done this before," Alec replied, looking at the water a little uneasy.

"Swam late at night or gone skinny dipping?" Magnus asked, walking his fingers up Alec's leg. "Okay, you don't have to get naked. You could keep your shorts on if you want to."

Alec looked at his boyfriend, then glanced around again. They were at a cabin Magnus had rented for them to go on vacation and he knew that the nearest person was miles away. His eyes fell on the water again as he remembered Isabelle pushing him out the door and telling him to have fun.

Finally, he stood up and pulled his shirt off. Magnus whistled and Alec couldn't help but blush. He took a deep breath before pushing his shorts down, shivering slightly as the cool night air hit him. He dared a glance at Magnus who smiled at him.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," He said before jumping into the water. When he came back up, Magnus pulled him in for a kiss.

"See? Not so bad, is it?"

"Someone could still see us."

"Oh Alexander, live a little," Magnus said, splashing him with water and laughing as he swam away. Alec took off after him, the two of them splashing and chasing each other, their laughter echoing.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, clone!Jack +/ Any, finding a new place to get away from things for awhile

Fill: background Clone!Jack/Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jonathan had told himself he’d use this second chance to be everything he wasn’t before, to be all the things he wasn’t allowed to be. So he kept a picture of Evan Lorne in his wallet (maybe or maybe not illicitly downloaded after he hacked the SGC’s personnel database on its server, because if he wanted to blend into this generation, he had to be more computer savvy). And he talked about his feelings.

Not to anyone else, mind you.

Well, not exactly.

One place he’d never frequented Before was the grave of Charles Tyler O’Neill. He’d been there once, for the funeral. He’d ordered flowers to be sent there every year on Charlie’s birthday, but he’d never visited. Till now. It was one place in Colorado Springs he was guaranteed not to run into the Old Guy (Evan hadn’t told him what the Old Guy was up to after his promotion, but after the hack, Jonathan knew he was in DC, but still - no risk of running into him here if he came back to Colorado Springs for a visit). Now Jonathan came whenever he needed to clear his head. He’d sprawl on Charlie’s grave, tuck up against his headstone like it was the worst pillow ever, and just...talk. At the sky. To Charlie. To the universe.

And he talked about what he felt. How much it sucked, having been booted out of the life he’d built, painstakingly, for decades, with blood, sweat, and more tears than the Old Guy would ever admit. How much it sucked, being treated like a damn kid. How much fun he had working on engines, and how Dean reminded him of Charlie, sometimes, with his dark blond hair and his cocky little grin. How Dean was a little younger than Charlie would have been, had he lived. He talked about his nightmares - Iraq, Ba’al, all the death and pain in between. He talked about Evan, too.

Sometimes he didn’t talk at all, brought a packed lunch on a sunny day, sat back against the headstone and curled his knees to his chest and listened to the entirety of La Boheme. Or composed long letters to Evan that were half book report, half love song. (He never sent the letters, had nowhere to send them to that wouldn’t get Evan into horrible amounts of trouble, so he kept them under his bed in the box where he kept all the books Evan sent and the rings he only dared wear when he knew he was alone.) One time he brought a baseball and a glove and threw the ball up in the air and caught it over and over and over again.

On the bad days, he knelt beside the tombstone and wept and said he was sorry.

He never, ever saw Sara there.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, the benefits of psychology.

Fill: 1/2, Oppie!Verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney was deeply skeptical of the soft sciences, not because he didn’t understand them but because what they were based on and what they explored was so...fuzzy. He’d relented on them a little bit when he learned about Ascension, how there seemed to be some kind of element to mortal existence that transcended physical form (he refused to call it a soul). He relented more when he saw how much therapy helped Evan, whose visits had decreased in frequency (along with his nightmares and flashbacks). Now that John was going to therapy (he’d refused meds, insisted he wanted to try with just therapy first), Rodney wasn’t sure he was so fond of the practice after all.

Because John wasn’t sleeping well at all. He saw Dr. Robinson at the Mountain, same as Evan, only he went every week. And his nightmares were getting worse. He was sleeping worse. He was getting jumpier and grouchier during the day.

The third night in a row that John got out of bed and went upstairs, enough was enough. Rodney waited till he couldn’t hear John’s footsteps, then he followed. He tip-toed up the stairs, wary about waking anyone else. But there was a light on in the kitchen, and voices.

Rodney paused just beside the door and listened. There was the clink of dishes, and Tyler said,

“Ooh, pass the Black Forest.”

“Age before beauty,” JD said, with that familiar O’Neill air that was part condescension, part sarcasm, all fondness.

“I can’t believe you eat that,” Evan grumbled. “Give me good old-fashioned pistachio gelato any day.”

“You’re a food snob,” John said. “But gelato is definitely better than ice cream.”

“Bite me, White Collar,” Evan returned.

“I would, but I suspect your boyfriends and mine might take issue with that.”

JD said, “As one of his boyfriends, I can only say that I might be open to a -”

“Not in front of the children,” Evan broke in hastily, and JD laughed.

“So,” Tyler said, “still pretty rough?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea.” John sighed.

Rodney listened the clink of spoons on ceramic. They were having a midnight ice cream party.

“You’re at the beginning,” Evan said. “Rapport-building is done. Now you have to talk about the hard things.”

“The hard things are pretty hard,” John said.

“What was it you did for the Air Force?” Tyler asked. “Can you say?”

“I was a chopper pilot for Pararescue,” John said.

“Oh. Those guys are super badass, right? More than, like SEALs or Rangers or anything.”

“I couldn’t say,” John began, but Evan and JD both grunted the Marine ooh-rah! in derision, and John laughed.

“So...what did you do?” Tyler asked.

“I wasn’t Pararescue myself, just one of their pilots. Pararescue guys are certified EMTs on top of all the other stuff they have to do, and I about brought the house down one time when Rodney had a fever.” John sounded chagrined. “When they needed to be transported someplace to do a rescue, I flew them.”

“Was it scary?”

“Very,” John said.

“Did you see a lot of dead bodies?”

“Tyler,” Evan scolded.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah,” John said, quietly.

“We all did,” Evan said.

JD said nothing.

“It gets better,” Tyler said.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

supernatural . benny /samandirel , true love is hard to find

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

And I won’t say I told you so
And I won’t tell you you were wrong
But you’re gonna miss this when it’s gone

Fill 1/2 - Stargate Multiverse Band AU, multiple POVs

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Richard listened to Elizabeth’s report, her words washing over him. He was more interested in the way Evan stood behind her and a little to her left, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed. For all he’d been up against, he’d done an admirable job keeping the band together, but there had come a point when he should have stopped caring about keeping the band together and keeping its members together instead. Now Jennifer Keller - beautiful, brilliant - was in pieces in the hospital, and the rest of the band was scattered around her, like so much debris.

“John’s prognosis is good,” Elizabeth said finally. “But the tour is getting ready to move on. I haven’t heard from Xiaoyi what the Snakeskinners have decided.”

Richard steepled his hands on the desk.

Evan cleared his throat. “If I may, sir.”

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.

“I spoke to Walter, the Snakeskinners’ PA. He said Cameron Mitchell would be open to a more - stripped-down opening. Acoustic numbers. Covers. Only one or two musicians. No need for a full band. Still with a cover done with a Snakeskinner member. Like in the old days, during intermissions,” Evan said.

Richard wondered how much Xiaoyi liked that idea. But he nodded to Elizabeth, and she stepped out of the office, phone in hand, leaving Evan to hunch his shoulders beneath Richard’s scrutiny.

“I won’t tell you that you were wrong,” Richard said. “You already know that. I will tell you, however, that up to a point you did excellent work, and you can do better.”

Evan lifted his head, blue eyes hopeful.

“Will you do better?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then get out there and do better.”

Evan bobbed his head and scurried out of the office.
Richard sat back and thought of those boys and girls he’d seen on that stage and wondered where it had all gone wrong, and he wondered if it hadn’t gone wrong with John after all.
*

“I hate to say ‘I told you so’,” Vala said.

Cam looked up from his guitar. “What?”

Vala plopped down on the couch beside him, half on his lap. “About John Sheppard and the whole Space Monkeys thing.”

“You never told me anything about them.” Cam continued picking out an easy melody.

“Oh, well, I definitely intended to.” Vala hummed along with a brief harmony. “Don’t get me wrong - John’s a lovely young man, very talented - not quite as talented as myself, obviously - and his band was good. But that thing between you and him was never going to work out. He’s so in love with Rodney.”

“I know that.”

Vala blinked. “Oh. Then why did you -?”

“I like him, he likes me, and we feel good together, have fun together. Not every dating relationship has to be destined for true love,” Cam said. “Sometimes it’s just about companionship and comfort.”

“Well, I don’t know how much companionship you’ll be getting these days, what with -” Vala waved her hand to indicate, Jennifer’s brush with death over her eating disorder, John’s potentially terminal illness, and the frosty silence that was pervading the Space Monkeys tour bus.
*

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

shadowhunters, jace wayland/ alec lightwood , so dangerous mission tomorrow what should we do tonight

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

supernatural , benny/samandirel , meeting the parents

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

supernatural ,sam Winchester /castiel, you saved me from myself

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any (or any/any), It's too hot to sleep/I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me, and I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees

Fill. The Martian, Mark Watney/Beth Johanssen/Christopher Beck.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

“I am roasting,” Mark muttered, dragging himself from the bed with a groan. “What did you set it to? Broil?”

“It's August in Texas. Why would I put the heat on?”

“Why do pregnant women do anything?”

Beck flailed an arm in the air. “Be careful what you say in heat-anger. She'll remember it and make you suffer.”

“She will. Like an elephant, I do not forget.”

Neither man was stupid enough to remark about the elephant portion of that statement. Instead, Mark ripped the thermostat off the wall which instantly had Chris out of bed with a shouted, “What the hell, man!”

“It's set for 68, but I think we can all agree it is certainly not 68 in here. Maybe 68 in Celsius.”

“So you rip it out of the wall?”

“Got a better idea for how I should reach the internal circuitry to fix it?”

“A screwdriver?”

Mark rolled his eyes. “I didn't have a screwdriver on Mars.” Yes, he did. He had all the screwdrivers.

“You lying ass.” Chris stumbled at last from the bed, cursing when his sweaty foot caught on the sheet, and then went off in search of their tool kit.

Beth, meanwhile, turned their table fan onto herself after gathering all the pillows and replaced the sheet over her legs, and reveled in having the bed to herself.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean (or Gen), A Sunday morning in the bunker