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/Tales of the 500 Kingdoms, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, an orphaned craftswoman’s son on the quest for a better life meets a prince fleeing a loveless betrothal and the throne he never wanted

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer(/Alec Hardison/Parker), that time Eliot spent six months not telling his team about Damien Moreau

[tigriswolf]

Historical, author’s choice, if Alexander Hamilton had gone to London instead of New York

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Josie Martin (The Boost Job), how did she fall in with a crew of car thieves?

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, They needed me to be the bad guy. But I needed them to be the good guys. Because if they were the good guys, and I was on their side, then that meant I was a good guy, too. Even if I was different.

Not a fill yet

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

*excited squee*

I have an idea.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: Enterprise, Crewman Cutler/Phlox, he introduces her to his family

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any het pairing. poetry

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse, any. never say never

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any animated movie. any. tenderness

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any book. any. honor

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any supernatural character. blanket.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, emergency contact.

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill + The Boys. Deaged AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The first words Sam heard when she picked up the phone were, “Don't panic. Everyone's all right,” which, to be honest, were exactly the wrong words to say.

“What hospital are you at? What happened? Was it John? Rodney? Daniel?” the rapidfire questions were spit out as she began to cram the papers she'd been looking over into her briefcase and grab for her purse.

Jack was silent, clearly attempting to figure out how to formulate a response.

Sam, of course, figured out exactly what the silence meant in 0.4 seconds. “All three of them?! What the hell happened?”

“Remember when they asked us to go to that concert and we said no?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it turns out that our three space monkeys decided to sneak over there,” Jack paused, telling a nurse he was all right, just speaking to their mother, before continuing, “Anyway... they were tailgating before the show and purchased brownies from some kids walking around with pans of them.”

“Oh, god. They aren't...”

“Higher than kites. Evidently there was more than just pot in them, but I've been assured that they'll be fine. Doctor here wants to keep any eye on them since Rodney is not having a good trip, though.”

She sighed, feeling bad for Rodney after some bad trips herself over the years—getting stoned a sacred rite of far too many off-world tribes—then told her husband, “Springs Gen?”

“I'll let the boys know you're coming.”

“When they're no longer hallucinating, I am grounding them for a decade,” she told him, turning to close and lock her office door.

“Oh, I've already had that conversation with them, although they were flying pretty high at the time. John thought I was the Jolly Green Giant.”

“I wish I could have seen that.”

“Oh, you can—one of the nurses recorded it. Apparently the cops told her that I was not exactly pleased when they called to tell me what was going on.”

Sam shook her head fondly, trying to imagine how that conversation had gone. Jack certainly loved their boys, no doubt there, but she knew he would have been less than pleased when the cops called the ICE contact from one of the kids' phones to tell him how all three were whacked out of their gourds.

“They're stable?” she asked, getting a curious look from the guard by the elevator; she mouthed 'Family emergency' to him, getting a nod in return and a buzz sounded as the doors opened.

“Like I said, Rodney's not having a great time, but they're fine.”

Thankfully the SGC had made sure the encrypted cellphones issued to their people worked from everywhere within Cheyenne, and the conversation continued as she ascended topside. “I'm going to stop at the house on my way, change into civvies before I come over.”

“Bring food. I was just going to start dinner when I got the call, so I'm starving. Also, John has the munchies.”

“To be fair, he has the munchies even when he hasn't been dosed with illicit drugs.”

Seriously, John was a bottomless pit when it came to food: he regularly put away meals that only Olympic athletes could eat, consuming whole pizzas and entire pounds of pasta. The kid was probably just hungry, rather than having a craving.

Still, Sam said, “I'll bring the Doritos,” as she emerged from the elevator and stopped at the checkpoint.

Another hushed conversation took place while her credentials and bags were examined, and only as she finally made it to the car did Jack come back on the line, saying, “I gotta get back in there before Rodney gives himself a stroke. Drive slow, all right?”

“I will,” she promised, lying through her teeth because really, her kids were in the hospital. They were safe and they'd be fine, but she needed to be there. “See you soon.”

[oteap.livejournal.com]

New Blood, Rash/Stefan, eurovision

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Londo Mollari/G’Kar,

There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (TV), Matt Murdock/Wilson Fisk,

Love doesn't discriminate
between the sinners
and the saints

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Book of Enoch, Raphael/Azazel, But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Demonata – Darren Shan, Juni Swan +/ any,

And if there's a reason I'm still alive
when everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (comics), Hunter Zolomon(/Wally West),

I'm not standing still,
I am lying in wait

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, I don't want your body
But I hate to think about you with somebody else
Our love has gone cold
You're intertwining your soul with somebody else
I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone
And then leaving with somebody else
No, I don't want your body
But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, “Oh, my beautiful idiot.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Tara Chambler, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, thunderstorms.

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Rodney McKay, pre-slash AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

John was ensconced in his recliner, fleece blanket draped over his legs and a steaming mug of hot cocoa on the end table beside him. Outside the storm was really picking up steam, thunder rolling ever closer as it chased the lightning down the valley. It was all background noise as he lost himself in the pages of a Lee Child novel; Jack Reacher was kicking ass and taking names, a one-man A-Team helping random strangers in need. Perfect rainy day reading material.

The bad weather didn’t bother him, aside from a bit of an ache in his left knee. Old war wound, he was fond of saying, but really it was from a football play gone wrong. Changes in the weather always affected it, which made him feel like an old man sometimes. Pretty soon he’d be telling strangers all of his physical ailments and getting bifocals. It was a depressing thought.

There was a particularly loud crack of thunder, followed by some frantic pounding on his front door. John got up as quickly as possible, wincing a bit at the pain in his knee. When he opened the front door he got a face full of rain and his new neighbor, who looked incredibly agitated.

“Well, don’t just stand there! I’m drowning out here!” The guy pushed past John and stood dripping in the very tiny entryway of his apartment. “Do you always get such bad storms here?”

“Make yourself at home,” John said with a frown. He had to push against the wind to get the door closed.

“Thanks.” The guy – John was pretty sure his name was Randy or Roddy or something like that – unzipped his raincoat and let it drop to the floor with a wet splat. No manners as well as an inability to detect sarcasm. Wonderful.

“Was there something you wanted?”

“I’m your new neighbor. Rodney McKay? In 2G?” He rubbed his hand on his shirt to get the water off and then held it out for John to shake. “Paul, right?”

“Not even close.” John gave Rodney a long look and then shook his hand. “John Sheppard.”

“Of course you are. I don’t suppose you have any coffee.”

John couldn’t believe the gall of this guy, busting into his apartment and inviting himself to stay. He moved to block the doorway that led into the rest of his living space. He refused to be invaded.

“Actually, I was in the middle of –”

There was a bright flash of lightning, and a thunder crack so loud it rattled the windows, and it became immediately apparent why Rodney McKay in 2G was standing in John’s entryway. He’d drawn his shoulders up and ducked his head, crossed his arms tightly over his chest and squinched his eyes shut, as tense as a man in front of a firing squad.

John’s new neighbor was terrified.

That put a different spin on things. His first reaction was amusement that a grown man would be so afraid of a storm, but then he reminded himself that there could be a number of reasons for Rodney’s fear. Hell, John had known guys who suffered from PTSD that would lose their shit in a thunder storm because in their head they were hearing mortar rounds.

He felt bad, he really did, but he wasn’t sure that meant he needed to let Rodney into his home and disrupt what was going to be a nice, quiet evening with his book and his cocoa. Although to be honest, most nights were pretty quiet. John didn’t have much of a social life these days.

“Look, Rodney, I –”

But Rodney had taken advantage of John’s momentary distraction to move into the living room and sit on the loveseat. He’d also co-opted John’s hot cocoa, his hands wrapped around the mug.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any het, chocolate covered strawberries

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard + Evan Lorne, John offers to help Evan do his job for a day, and Evan is not appreciative

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But oh dear. When Evan cracks...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, John fails to hide a serious illness from his friends

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

...but well-played.