Thursday: Fantasy

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Hi everyone! adamas here again and today's theme is Fantasy. Prompts can be anything to do with fantasy - fantasy elements, a fantasy AU, the dreams and fantasies and wishes of a character... The field is wide open!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any (non-Harry Potter), Any/Any, one of them got a Hogwarts letter.
+ Star Wars, Han/Leia, he dreams of life after the rebellion.
+ Battlestar Galactica, Lee Adama/Kara Thrace, getting honest about her most secret fantasies.

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Comments

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Charming/Hook or Ruby/Snow or Regina/Charming/Snow, revealing a secret fantasy

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Barry/any male, red leather fantasy

[denyce.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any, Genie in a bottle

Fill: SGA + Forbidden Games (Evan/Julian)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"What is it?" John asked. Behind him, Lorne's marines were fanned out, searching the lab for any useful tech. All of them were natural gene carriers, and John swore Lieutenant Stevens was practically an Ancient Tech bloodhound.

Rodney picked it up. "It looks like a bottle. I think there's writing on it."

John crowded up close to him, peered at the bottle. Something flared inside. Twin blue lights, Ancient blue. Some kind of Ancient tech, then?

But the lights blinked.

Like - eyes.

They were eyes.

"Wait a second," John said, but then Rodney swiped a hand over the bottle to wipe away the dust, make the writing more visible, and for a second time stopped.

John stared as the stopped in the bottle trembled, trembled again. Exploded skywards. Shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

Light emitted from the bottle, some kind of hologram, a circle like a stargate, only instead of constellations there were runes, like the kind the Asgard used.

The Asgard.

The Vanir.

Time kicked back into normal speed.

"McKay, no!" Lorne lunged at Rodney, snatched the bottle out of his hands, but then there was smoke pouring out of the bottle, filling the room, like a smoke grenade, only it wasn't burning in John's lungs and eyes.

He saw again those twin blue lights, those blinking eyes, and then out from the mist a man coalesced. Tall, slender, dressed in white leathers like the Ancients had worn in the Aurora VR program. The man was inhumanly beautiful, with frost-white hair even though he was young, under thirty. Except his blue, blue eyes were ancient. Ageless. Full of lifetimes upon lifetimes of wisdom. His eyes were hypnotizing, black-lashed and heavy-lidded, and the man's mouth was a full, sensual pout, and John knew if he kissed that mouth, he would experience ecstasy beyond measure.

A hand on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. Lorne yanked him back, stepped in front of him, P-90 raised.

"Evan," the man said, and John blinked.

Lorne's voice shook. "Julian."

Lorne knew the man in the bottle?

Julian stretched out a hand, his face writ with sorrow. "Evan, how I've missed you. How beautiful you've grown."

"Sir," Lorne said, "get back to the gate."

"Major," Stevens protested.

"Sir. Go." Lorne's tone was implacable, and he looked terrified, but then Julian stepped toward him, curved his hand against Lorne's jaw, and kissed him.

And Lorne surrendered.

Rodney said, "We'd better go."

"We cannot leave Evan," Teyla protested.

But the shadows on the walls were starting to come alive, and that rune portal was flaring brighter and brighter, and John made a choice.

"Fall back to the gate."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any ot3 or pairing, a couple talk over their fantasy of being joined by a third character that they are both attracted to (up to writer if this is just dirty talk of fantasy or if the couple actually wants to have a threesome for real)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any slash or femslash, Arthurian legend AU

[daria234.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce/Jason or Bruce/Selina or Tim/Jason or Dick/Jason, AU where Bruce is a mysterious wizard with several smartass apprentices or ex-apprentices (or if Bruce/Selina, a powerful thief-magician opponent)

[denyce.livejournal.com]

Any Stargate, any/any, gating to a new planet the team is shock by the similarities to their worlds childhood fairy-tale.

Mini-fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The first time it happened, Sam didn't think much of it. They stepped through the gate and emerged into a lushly forested planet. The canopy overhead was so thick that it seemed the sky itself was dark green. They turned on their flashlights, and they walked. Followed a trail of curiously glowing stones to...

A cottage. Made of gingerbread, with frosting for a roof and what looked like giant candy corn for torch sconces and graham crackers for window shutters and -

"So, that's creepy," O'Neill said.

"I didn't think the Goa'uld were on Earth as recently as the origins of Grimm's Fairy Tales," Daniel said. "Maybe we need to rethink just how old those stories are."

Teal'c said, "Would not such a house be quickly consumed by ants."

The front door creaked open, and an old, withered woman hobbled out into the clearing. She saw them and clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"You're not children."

Sam was not too proud to admit that she turned and ran. O'Neill ordered it, after all.

The second time it happened, Sam was a little wary. One moment they were examining what looked like a very rich vein of naquadah in a mine - why was the planet's stargate in a mine? - the next she was being dragged from her team by tiny ferocious men. She was knocked out. She awoke in a glass coffin, having been practically sewn into a medieval peasant gown. She kicked and screamed and then Teal'c had to give her a kiss before the tiny men would let her go. The fact that the tiny men gave them some naquadah before they went didn't make Sam feel any less dirty.

The third time it happened, they were on alert. They emerged from the gate into a forest and were confronted by a wall of thorns. O'Neill and Daniel immediately moved to protect Sam. While Teal'c didn't immediately recognize the significance of the wall of thorns, he responded to the perceived danger, and he also moved to protect Sam.

Naturally, the witch snatched Daniel.

Sam learned more than she wanted to about her teammates' personal lives when O'Neill kissed Daniel awake, and they agreed to leave some details out of the AAR.

The fourth time, when they stepped into a clearing featuring a tall tower with a single window and no door, Sam turned around and dialed Earth back up, because nope, not again.

[denyce.livejournal.com]

Any, any -3some, unknown to B, while under a truth serum, character A finds out about character B's true feelings and fantasies of character C that involve character A/B and C.

[denyce.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, any m/m, a character letting go to the dark-side and fulfilling their darkest fantasies and desires.

[denyce.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any, A game of I wish is played, unknown to the players a benevolent Fay is observing - after jokingly wishing for love character A, for a briefest moment opens their heart where the fay easily reads character A truest wish and love for character B, and under their breath wishes things were different that character B loved and wanted character A just as badly. The fay's heart breaks for character A and decides to grant the wish (sideways) as she can see into character B’s heart and knows they are unworthy of character A's heart, but character C on the other hand is just right for character A even if character A doesn’t see it at the moment.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Ice Planet Barbarians (Ruby Dixon)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Sam Wilson, searching for a way to break the wizard's curse on Bucky

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, unsuccessfully dropping hints about a sexual fantasy

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Got a moment?" Rodney asked.

John had stolen a whiteboard from the lab and had drawn what initially looked like some kind of football play, vertical lines and circles and x's, but he'd covered it with so many crossings-out and arrows that it made zero sense.

"Sorry. Busy doing...military things." John stared at his datapad intently for a moment, then added another arrow to his indecipherable diagram.

Rodney leaned against John's desk as casually as he could muster. "You have been awful tied up lately. Need some help getting...untangled?"

"Nope. Gotta get this done."

"Can't Lorne help you?"

"Lorne's done what he can. This is strictly a command decision."

Rodney frowned. "You've been impossible to pin down these last few days. I know you've been busy, but you could use a break."

"If I don't get the newest wave of marines assigned to gate teams soon, there's going to be a mutiny not even Lorne can handle."

"Give him some riot cuffs. I'm sure he'll be able to wrangle them into submission."

"Lorne's a fine officer, and we have fine NCOs, but you underestimate the power of creative marines, especially the extra-smart ones they choose for the SGC." John swiped through several pages on his datapad, set his marker aside, picked up a different marker, and made some more vertical lines on his diagram.

Rodney sighed. "John, you've barely slept in the past three days. Take a break."

"No can do."

"John -"

"Can't have mutiny on my watch." John capped the marker and stepped back, studied his scribbles with pride. Then he consulted his datapad again and groaned. "How could I have missed Franklin? Dammit." He picked up yet a different marker and crossed out some of the circles, turned some of them into x's..

"John Sheppard, if I have to tie you up and drag you back to your quarters myself, I will," Rodney snapped. "You need to rest."

John slanted him a sidelong glance. "You? Tie me up? Please." Then he paused, blinked, and his gaze went blank as he replayed their conversation.

He toggled his radio. "Major Lorne? Report to the military command office."

"Right away, sir," Lorne said, and Rodney spun around.

Lorne was standing in the doorway. "Sir, I've made preliminary platoon and gate team assignments. Please look them over in the morning."

John stared at the datapad Lorne was holding out. "Major -"

"I conferred with First Sergeant Walker," Lorne said.

John sighed. "I was supposed to -"

"You did the ground work, sir." Lorne's expression was solemn and respectful. "We appreciate your insight into the effectiveness of long-established teams and have disturbed existing team and platoon formations as little as possible."

John closed his eyes. "Sorry. Just - Ford used to -"

Lorne lowered his head deferentially. "There's a reason the SGC sent you a major instead of another lieutenant, sir. Let me do my job."

Rodney decided Lorne might be all right. He hadn't trusted the man at first, not with his wholesome good looks and broad shoulders and blue eyes and dimples and solid chest, but he did get things done.

And then Lorne handed Rodney a coil of rope.

"It's silk," he said quietly, and winked.

Rodney gaped at him, but then Lorne was politely herding John out of the command office, and before Rodney knew what was what, he and John were in the corridor, staring at a closed door.

"I'm sorry, Rodney," John said quietly.

Rodney knew his promotion back on Earth had been something special, 'below the zone' or whatever they called it, that meant a lot for someone with John's service record, but Rodney also knew that John felt personally responsible for losing Aiden and so many others during the siege.

Rodney reached out and closed his hand over John's wrist, felt him shudder like he always did when Rodney pinned him down in bed.

"Here," Rodney said softly, "let me take the lead for a while."

John studied their joined hands for a long moment. Then he said, "Okay."

The silk rope was incredible, the way John moaned when Rodney tied him down even better, and Rodney decided Lorne was an okay guy after all.

[adamas.livejournal.com]

HAMILTON, Alexander Hamilton/Angelica Schuyler, one or the other fantasizing about the other (up to you if it's dirty or a 'what might have been' type thing).

[adamas.livejournal.com]

HARRY POTTER, Harry Potter +/Hermione Granger-Weasley, both married to others, they meet up to enact a fantasy (sexual or not up to you).

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any --
"We can do it in the white house
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing" (From "What's Your Fantasy" by Ludacris)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi, author's choice, they arrive at/make a holodeck program of/wake up in a world filled with ALL THE fantasy tropes (People are all either Dwarves, Elves or Orcs, dragons and wargs and ents are all over the place, and everyone (including the characters) are some form of D&D character (Rogue, Cleric, Warrior...) and are aligned, etc.)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, modern assassins, Desmond's fantasies are ridiculously mundane/vanilla until it's pointed out that he's been stuck in a fantasy machine since Abstergo kidnapped him

ETA this doesn't have to be sexual fantasies, but more like Des *really* wants a nice gelato or some macaroni and cheese or something

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

A Town Called Eureka, ensemble, because REASONS everyone playing D&D with Fargo turns into their character (except Carter who played a character exactly like himself)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce/&Tony, Sufficiently Analyzed Magic (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SufficientlyAnalyzedMagic)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, author's choice, griffon(s)

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John is the mystical princess of the frozen valley, Rodney is the man who saves him from a life of solitude.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters, simon Lewis/ Raphael tell me your fantasy

Fill 1/2

[prfctdaze.livejournal.com]

Simon squeezes Raphael's hand and glances over to his side of the bed. The beautiful face is fitting for Raphael's angelic name. Simon watches him sleep, peaceful and serene. He smiles and thinks back to three hours earlier.

******

Simon hates vampire night at Hardtail.

Sexual energy flows through the club in waves. The strong scent of blood is nearly overwhelming, particularly to a fledgling.

He's been a vampire for a few months now. Can Simon still be considered a newbie? He supposes so; a baby compared to decades and centuries old vampires.

Across the room Simon spots Raphael in all his finery. A trim fitting jacket and sarcastic sneer upon that delectable mouth.

Delectable?

His feet feel glued to the spot where he stands when Raphael slowly makes his way through the crowd, dark eyes never wavering from drinking Simon in fully. He swallows nervously and sees the glint of victory in Raphael's eyes. Nothing gets by Raphael. Every tiny movement and anxious twitch is like a neon billboard to the perceptive vampire.

"It's good to see you, Simon. I didn't think you'd come. I know how much you detest these nights."

"I don't detest these nights," Simon lies, knowing Raphael knows he's lying. "I just...it makes me a little uncomfortable."

To demonstrate the point, not on purpose, Simon loosens the collar of his shirt (Raphael's shirt) and smiles tensely.

"That color looks good on you."

The speed at which Raphael places his hands over Simon's and gently tugs on the shirt surprises him.

"Uh, yeah. I like this shirt."

Raphael leans in and whispers, "You can have it."

"Ha," Simon chuckles, practically shaking from the closeness. "Just what I always wanted-"

"What else do you want, Simon? Tell me your fantasy."

Fantasy. The word conjures up lust and decadence. And power. Being powerful and being overpowered.

Raphael's been around a long time. He's seen and done things Simon could only imagine.

"Seriously?"

The smirk returns in full force. "Seriously," Raphael says, eyes smoldering as he licks his lips. "You've been a good little soldier since you've returned to the fold. I'll do whatever I can to make your fantasy a reality."

Thoughts swirl through Simon's head. Daring and rebellious thoughts. He thinks of the typical blindfolds and restraints and gags and leather. The image of Raphael tied up and moaning due to Simon's touch or vice versa. Or maybe free reign to raid Raphael's closet any time he wished. He figures that one wouldn't count since that particular fantasy is already a reality.

A sudden ache fills Simon's chest. He glances down quickly and then back up, a small smile pasted on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Wh...What?" Simon stammers. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I'm just not much for fantasies, I guess." His smile widens. "I'm good," he says, attempting to convince himself.

"No, no, no."

Before Simon knows what hit him, Raphael spirits him away from the crowd into a cramped back room. A ratty sofa, side table, and broken television are pretty much the room's only contents. Besides two half-dressed vampires.

"Get out," Raphael hisses and then turns his attention back to Simon. "What's going on?"

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me, Simon. I can read you like a book. What happened back there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

He is suddenly pushed back onto the sofa. The stench of stale blood and sex and Simon didn't want to think of what else is almost nauseating.

"Really, Simon? Are we going to play that game? Something happened back there. Tell me!" His eyes soften. "Please."

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Childhood fantasies and adult realities.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

SeaQuest (1st season preferably), Lucas Wolenczak, the best fantasies play out in VR.

Not a fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

But Lucas! Man, I had the biggest crush on Jonathan Brandis when I was in college.