free for all
Jul. 9th, 2016 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolf posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
comment_ficTime for the weekly 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!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:01 am (UTC)author's choice, anyone who didn't get a happy ending in canon, cuddles
FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran Cody/ Adrian (fluff)
Date: 2016-07-09 07:14 pm (UTC)Here in their little slice of heaven, they can be together without any fear of being caught by his family, or judgment of their love. They can be free. Between the whiskey and weed, and the summer sand and surf, things are simple here. Deran tugs him in a little closer, tucks Adrian to his side, he won’t call it cuddling, but that is what they are doing, the sun on their backs and the wind in their faces, the gentle breeze kissing their warm cheeks.
Adrian rests his head against Deran’s chest, holding onto him for a second because he feels light headed and dizzy with happiness, little shocks of happiness and pure joy leaving him grinning like a fool. Warm hands cupped his cheeks and he looks at Deran, grinning even brighter when his boyfriend leans in and presses a soft kiss to his forehead.
Despite the summer heat a shiver surges up Adrian’s spine, leaves him a bit breathless, uneasy, shaken to his core. Something akin to euphoria swarms his belly as he kisses Deran, his boyfriend’s lips are sweet and soft, and they taste like the cherry Popsicle he enjoyed earlier in the day.
Moments like this make Adrian hope for a lifetime lost in their heaven, he doesn’t want to go back to the real world where they are strangers, where they have to hide their relationship and he cannot be without the man he loves. But here, things are very simple and not a day goes by that Adrian doesn’t smile big and bright as he basks in the soft kisses they share and the times they cuddle, the way they get lost in bliss of being together away from the world that would sneer at their love.
Adrian breathes in, exhales softly; smiling fondly, he is grateful for another day in paradise.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran Cody/ Adrian (fluff)
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:02 am (UTC)Marvel, Deadpool + Spider-Man, Peter Parker dies somehow (fighting a bad guy? Random accident? A hit taken out?) and Deadpool exacts his vengeance.
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:03 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson,
And should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it's enough for me
'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need
I'm so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love
You look so beautiful in this light
Your silhouette over me
The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
Is the Tenerife sea
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:03 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, the worst thing you could say
no subject
Date: 2016-07-10 12:05 am (UTC)Steve stared at Bucky. "You mean that?" Steve asked. His voice was tight, confused more than angry, and it made it even harder.
"Yeah. I do, buddy. I'm sorry," Bucky said. He looked Steve in the eyes, kept his voice perfectly steady, his years of being the Winter Soldier enabling him to lie right to Steve's face in a way that Bucky Barnes never could.
Steve nodded, swallowing. "If that's what you want," he said.
"Thanks," Bucky said, softly. He knew what he was asking for, knew that it took everything Steve had to allow it. But he wasn't going to take anything else from Steve, wasn't going to let Steve spend the rest of his life destroying himself to protect Bucky; this one damn time, he'd make Steve let him keep Steve safe.
Steve reached out and they shook hands, grips tight. Steve pretended not to choke up, and Bucky pretended not to notice.
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:04 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, the worst thing you ever said
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-10 12:23 am (UTC)"We won't let that happen," Steve said quickly. "You're an Avenger now, and we've all got your back."
"But we need to talk about this," Bucky said, frowning. "If I do revert, someone needs to take me down."
"No, we'll take you in," Steve said.
"Agreed," Fury added. "We'd do the same for any Avenger." Clint and Natasha nodded, glancing at each other, clearly thinking of when Loki took Clint.
Bucky sighed. "But that might not be possible. It might be too big a risk. And I'm not joining any missions unless I know someone is willing to-"
"I will," Maria said, matter-of-factly.
Nick raised an eyebrow at her.
She shrugged. "He goes HYDRA-boy again, I shoot him in the head. He doesn't, I don't. Everyone's happy."
"I wouldn't be," Steve said.
"Is there a reason for your sudden agreeability, Agent Hill?" Fury said.
She looked at Fury. "My apartment was trashed in the battle on the Potomac. It had great views and an enormous walk in closet."
Fury looked at her skeptically.
Natasha chimed in, "Director, I believe Agent Hill's still mad about that time we had to watch you die."
Maria narrowed her eyes at Natasha. "I really don't like you, sometimes."
Natasha smirked.
"That's very sweet, Agent Hill," Fury said, then promptly added, "Don't kill any Avengers. Direct order."
"What about hitting them really hard in the face, sir?" Maria asked, tone all innocence.
"Wait, if we can hit them in the face, that means Tony too, right?" Clint asked.
Fury sighed, then looked over at Steve. "I know this isn't technically your fault, Rogers, but I'm still going to chalk this one up on my list of ways that you've been a pain in my ass."
"Yes, Director," Steve said.
"Welcome to the team, Barnes," Fury said, reaching out to shake Bucky's hand.
"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to serve."
Fury leaned in and whispered, "But seriously. Try not to get shot by Hill."
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:27 am (UTC)My body is your body
I won't tell anybody
If you wanna use my body
Go for it, yeah
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:36 am (UTC)Cover me with love
no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:41 am (UTC)FILL: SPN< Sam/Dean
Date: 2016-07-10 06:52 pm (UTC)A poke in the ribs and a grouchy grumble “Stop moving, bitch,” was his punishment. Sam pouts, huffing irritably and brushing a hand through his messy sweat slick hair. It is way too hot to sleep; he hasn’t a clue how his brother can do it.
Dean puts up with Sam's squirming for all of ten seconds before he quickly wraps an arm around Sam's waist and tugs him closer, cuddling up to him. Pressed head to toe, Sam would’ve thought the shared body warmth would make things worse; on the contrary, it is sort of nice. Dean is humming softly, a tune Sam can't quite identify and his hand is gentle cupping Sam’s cheek, his fingers lightly brushing over the warm skin.
With their bodies pressed so close together, Sam can feel the vibrations from Dean’s singing shake from his chest and vibrating against his skin, a present buzz that tingles all the way down to Sam’s toes. They lay face to face, sharing the same breath, Sam’s hand lightly resting on his brother’s hip with his thumb lightly brushing over the honey-freckled golden skin.
It must be magic, Sam has no logical explanation for why he is suddenly content and comfortable, cozy even, snuggled up with Dean. Yet he is, and he closes his hazel eyes and his body melts, limbs lax and heavy, his breathing becoming slow and even.
Suddenly Sam doesn’t notice the unbearable heat. Instead, he focuses on the softness of Dean’s skin on his fingertips, baby soft and almost velvety, and warm. The familiar scent of leather and whiskey, and the way Dean’s lips taste sweet like honey when they share a soft, tender kiss.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: SPN< Sam/Dean
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 08:50 pm (UTC)Not a fill.
Cannot create another AU. Cannot create another AU...
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:Filled. TW: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL IDEATION
From:Re: Filled. TW: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL IDEATION
From:Re: Filled. TW: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL IDEATION
From:Re: Filled. TW: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL IDEATION
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 08:02 am (UTC)Fill: Night World, Delos/Maggie
Date: 2016-07-09 03:57 pm (UTC)So when the zombie chasing her vanished in a puff of smoke and Delos was in its place, she smiled, stepped toward him. She knew most of the other Circle Daybreake soulmate pairs couldn't dreamwalk like they could. Sure, with the advent of cell phones and text messages and FaceTime she could see him often, but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person.
Or mind to mind, in dreams.
"Delos." She reached out to draw him into a kiss, but he shook his head.
And then she noticed - he wasn't wearing the jeans and t-shirt Cousin Ash had bullied him into (he was still much more comfortable in hose and a tunic, still living centuries in the past in so many ways). He was wearing a black button-down shirt and black pants, combat boots. His face was smeared with dirt, and his eyes were wide, wild.
"Maggie. You're safe. When is this? What year is it?"
Delos had time-traveled into her dream from the future? He'd done that before they'd first met, but only a few weeks.
"Year? What -?"
"Maggie, please."
"It's 2002," she said.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Have you finished college?"
"Not quite," she said. "What year are you from?"
"I don't have much time. They'll need me soon. I love you, Maggie. Listen, when Sam comes calling, say yes. They'll need you too." Delos turned sharply, like someone had called his name. Then he darted in and kissed her. "Love you." And he was gone.
The spot where he'd been standing was occupied by a zombie once more. Maggie screamed and jumped back.
And there was Delos, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers like royal robes and his old knee-high riding boots, and he was wielding an actual sword. He beheaded the zombie with a single stroke, and then he grinned at Maggie, fierce and beautiful.
"Good evening, my love. What would you like to dream about tonight?"
"Anything but this," Maggie said.
"As my lady wishes."
The world around Maggie shifted, and she and Delos were standing in a wide green meadow, tall grass swaying. Music drifted on the breeze. Delos sheathed his sword and turned to Maggie, offered his hand. When she took it, he guided her into his arms, and they danced.
Re: Fill: Night World, Delos/Maggie
From:Re: Fill: Night World, Delos/Maggie
From:Re: Fill: Night World, Delos/Maggie
From:Re: Fill: Night World, Delos/Maggie
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 08:30 am (UTC)original poem
Date: 2016-07-10 08:46 pm (UTC)I remember sometimes
the years we spent side-by-side
and I wonder what you've been doing
since we went our separate ways.
You left before I did
and it hurt more than I ever told you.
We were friends before I knew how to make 'em
and I haven't learned how in the years since.
We haven’t been friends now for longer than we were—
I can’t believe how quickly the time’s gone by.
I wonder sometimes if you’re happy,
if that little girl is still inside.
I can still recite your phone number,
can still recall how much fun we had
on our adventures, the book we tried to write.
How much of who I am now is because of you?
I know I’ll never know.
You left before I did,
grew past me so fast I couldn’t keep up.
It hurt me so much
and, looking back, I know it wasn’t your fault or mine.
That doesn’t change how broken I was,
or the stupid shit I did to lash out,
or how much I want to call you sometimes
and tell you everything that’s going on now.
Who have you grown into?
Would I recognize you?
Would you like who I’ve become
in the dozen years since you moved on?
I still miss you, sometimes.
I know, though, that who I miss
is a child that grew up a long time ago.
I’m still scarred by how it ended.
Do you even remember me anymore?
It wasn’t your fault any more than it was mine,
but that doesn’t fix the hurt.
It doesn’t matter, really, if you’d like who I’ve become—
But I still wonder, sometimes.
What are the chances I’d like whoever you are now?
I miss a little girl who doesn’t exist anymore,
just like I miss how simple those days were.
I miss an ideal, an idea, a memory.
I wonder who you are now, sometimes.
Is it the lack of closure that haunts me?
We grew apart
because you grew up first
and neither of us knew how to deal with it.
I still have all the things you drew for me;
I still have the drafts of that terrible book we tried to write.
I still have all the notes we passed in class.
I haven’t looked at any of it in a long time.
I guess that what I want to know the most is this:
Do you still think of me, sometimes,
and wonder who I grew up to be?
Re: original poem
From:Re: original poem
From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 12:51 pm (UTC)