Tuesday fun with: Numbers

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. Just in case you don't know me: I’m prisca1960 and I'm your host this week. Today's theme is Numbers . Any prompt is welcome, as long as a number is involved; no matter if it is a birthday, a house number or the second date. Come on, play up and let your fantasy run wild.

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...
+ Supernatural, Benny & Samandriel, 101 kisses
+ Sherlock Holmes, young Sherlock, moving into Baker Street 221b
+ Hawai-5-O, Danno Williams, second chance

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Comments

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Any, any, when you have a crush on two people at once life really starts to feel unfair

Idea!!

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Absolutely going to use this... possibly a few times. Fic will happen tho. Yay!

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Threesome.

Fill 1/2: Post-Enemy At the Gate; Lorne/Sheppard/McKay NSFW

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney’s heart felt like it was still racing, hours later, after the champagne bottles had been popped open and drinks had been shared and celebrations begun.

They’d done it. They’d survived. The Wraith had done the nightmare, the unthinkable, come to Earth, done the very thing Atlantis was supposed to prevent - and Atlantis had defeated them. Ronon had died and been brought back by Kenny the Wraith. He was okay. He was fine. Keller was fussing over him in the infirmary. Whatever weirdness had gone on between them was done, and they’d figured out what was going on between them.

And what was going on was kissing.

Ronon was fine.

Teyla was fine. Kanaan and Torren were safe on Atlantis, no harm had befallen them.

All that was left was to check on John. John Sheppard, that stupidly heroic, self-sacrificing bastard, who’d nearly blown himself up with a nuke to take out the Super-Hive. John, who couldn’t be trusted to keep a single hair on his head secure without Rodney there to keep him in line.

While Keller was showing Ronon the California coastline and how it lit up as lights fell, while Teldy was reluctantly letting the Marines have at the moonshine from the chemists’ still on Pier 27, Rodney was making a beeline for John’s quarters, because no one had seen him since he’d stumbled into the Atlantis gate room and assured everyone he was fine, and Rodney had seen how shaky he was, now adrenaline-jittery he was. He wasn’t fine.

Not without Rodney there to make sure, whatever John’s protests to the contrary.

When Rodney walked into John’s quarters - the door opened under his hand with barely a thought; that was gratifying, that John trusted him so much - Lorne was already there.

He was crowding John up against the wall, saying everything Rodney wanted to say, couldn’t say because he was frozen in shock.

He’d known, but he’d never really seen -

Lorne cupped his hands around John’s face, kissing him over and over again. “What the hell were you thinking, John? How could you do that?”

John kissed Lorne back, smoothing a hand over his hair, down his spine, murmuring, “I’m safe, I’m here, I’m fine. Evan -” He ducked his head and captured Lorne’s mouth in a kiss, spun them around so Lorne was pinned against the wall. They were pressed together from shoulder to hip to thigh, rocking against each other, murmuring and moaning, and Rodney really had to get the hell out of there.

Obviously John was fine. John didn’t need Rodney looking after him after all, not when he had Lorne.

Rodney took a step back, and Lorne’s head snapped up, eyes open, gaze locked on Rodney.

Shit. He’d been made. Time go go. Now.

Rodney took another step back, only the door hissed shut, and he stumbled forward to avoid getting squished by it, and Lorne leaned in and kissed John, open-mouthed and filthy, and Rodney felt himself blushing hard, because that was damn hot, but also his heart was breaking, because dammit but Lorne knew how Rodney felt about John, and -

Lorne shoved John back, and John stumbled, muzzy with abruptly-halted passion.

“Evan?”

Lorne crossed the room in a few quick strides, and Rodney backed up, because he knew the heat snapping in Lorne’s gaze, but he had nowhere to go, because the door was closed and it wouldn’t open and -

Oh. Oh. Lorne was kissing him. Rodney could taste John on his tongue, knew the taste the way he knew John’s scent when they were shoulder-to-shoulder in battle. Rodney was rock-hard in an instant, like a teenager, embarrassingly so.

He pulled back from Lorne’s relentless kiss. “I’m sorry,” he muttered hoarsely. “I’ll go, I’ll leave, I -”

Lorne caught Rodney by the jacket and tugged him further into John’s room.

“What -?” Rodney protested. He cast John a wild-eyed look, but John looked just as confused as Rodney felt.

All thoughts of John went out the window when Lorne sank to his knees, his clever hands working at the button fly of Rodney’s pants.

“Lorne, what are you -?”

One swift tug, and Rodney’s pants were down around his ankles, and Lorne’s sure hands were wrapped around his hips, and Lorne swallowed Rodney’s cock to the root.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, 3 words, 8 letters - say it and I'm yours

MCU - Phil Coulson/Clint Barton - Three Little Words

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"Say it." Clint leaned back just out of range for the kiss that Phil had been trying to land.

"What?" Phil's smile was soft, but mischief twinkled in his eyes.

"You know. Three little words. Eight letters."

"I like pie."

Clint blinked, mentally counting the words and letters. "Okay, that works, but its not what I meant and you know it."

"Clint Barton is amazing and sexy."

Clint grinned and batted his eyes then shook his head. "That is true, but it's too many letters and words."

"You and me." Phil brushed a hand up Clint's arm and brought it rest so his palm was cupping Clint's cheek.

"Getting closer." Clint relaxed into the touch feeling a warmth go through him that wasn't entirely sexual.

Phil leaned in, his lips not quite touching Clint's and smiled. "I love you, Clint Barton."

"Still too many words, but I'll..." Clint smiled into the kiss, happy to let the rest of his comment be lost in exchange for something a lot better.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Shame on you if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice

filled. The Walking Dead, Paul "Jesus" Rovia/Daryl Dixon

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Heaving a soft sigh, Paul stood behind the counter of the bar where he worked and as he did, he did his best not to look over at the booth in the back. But of course he failed because how could he not look there? How could his eyes not be trained on Daryl who was sitting back there with another man?

It wasn't like he wanted them to do that though of course, because he shouldn't care what Daryl did with men. But ever since that morning they had woken up in bed together and then had a breakfast of pancakes, Paul found he cared more than he liked, even if he knew Daryl would never fully be his.

Paul had just been someone there to fill the hole in Daryl's life that Rick had left when he had ended things with Daryl and Paul was sure that the man who Daryl was making out with in the back booth was also doing the same because hadn't it been the same song and dance every Friday for the past month?

Daryl would come in after work and find a man to be his prey for the night which really wasn't hard. Not with Daryl's looks, especially when Daryl gave those please come fuck me bedroom eyes that he had.

It was also routine that Paul found he wanted to be Daryl's prey again but if he ever got that chance, Paul wasn't sure his heart could handle it. Handle just being ignored by Daryl because that's what had happened this time and the old saying always went shame on you if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice and Paul didn't want to go down the same road twice with only himself to blame.

But fuck if his heart wasn't screaming at him to do it, especially when he got so damn jealous.

"Hey Paul," Maggie muttered and his co-workers voice brought him out of his thoughts, a blush forming on his cheek as he looked at the brunette who was standing next to him. "You should probably stop glaring daggers at Dixon and his man of the night," she teased before turning her head to look at her father who was the owner of the bar where they worked. "Otherwise I think my dad may fire your ass."

Paul laughed softly but nodded his head before looking away from Daryl and doing his best to get back to work, at least to appease Hershel Greene.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Uniting 2 kingdoms.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I lost my telephone number, can I have yours?

MCU - Wade Wilson + Peter Parker - I Need Your Digits

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"Yo! Parker! Over here!" Wade waved, making a grand gesture when a small one would have sufficed.

Sighing Peter shook his head and made his way across the crowed SHIELD conference room. Pretending he hadn't heard would only make it worse.

"I've lost something and I need your help."

"Your mind?" Peter smirked.

"You cut me to the core." Wade clutched his chest in an almost perfect imitation of someone having a heart attack.

Peter's smirk widened taking on a devilish twist. Some days he wasn't sure about Wade, but the man was always good for some verbal fencing. Peter did enjoying bantering with someone who could take it as well as dish it out. "What did you lose?" He asked

"Something precious."

"The one ring?"

"It is ring related. Ringish? But in a multiple sort of way."

Peter frowned, now seriously confused, but not the least bit surprised. After all it was Wade. "Okay, I'll bite, what did you lose?"

"Oooo" Wade a suggestive movement with his hips and leaned in to snap at Peter.

"I said I'll bite not I bite." Peter could feel the blush creeping steadily up his neck. "Either way, What Did You Lose?"

"My heart and later a hot load thinking about spider bites."

"Oh, God." Peter edged away, but Wade followed grinning manically. "Actually, I seem to have misplaced my phone number and I was wondering if I could borrow yours."

Stunned, Peter stopped, mouth gaping open. "All that was for a horrible pick up line?"

"It's not horrible if it works." Wade pulled out his phone wiggling it enticingly. "I've shown you mine now show me yours."

"Nope. If you want it then you're going to have get it some other way. Use your mercenary skills that you are so proud of."

"Oh, a challenge! I love challenges." Wade grinned and flicked a lazy salute with two fingers. "Well played, Spider Bite. Well, played."

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Lucky number

Fill, The 100, Marcus Kane & Abigail Griffin

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

"Four." Abby tells Marcus as he sat reading his book in the corner away from everyone else; or he had hoped away from everyone else.

"Excuse me?"

"My lucky number. What about you?"

"How can you have a lucky number?" Abby shrugs giving him a toothless grin.

"You just do. Least I do."

"And you picked four? Why?"

"Why not?" Marcus rolls his eyes before returning to his book. Abby remains hoovering.

"You should be nicer to people."

"I'm not being mean. I just don't care Abby. Favorite numbers are dumb."

"Lucky numbers, And you're the dumb one Marcus Kane!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: the Clone Wars, Captain Rex +/ Any, not just a number

FILL: Captain Rex / Ashoka - "More than Just a Number"

[pony-express.livejournal.com]

Yoda had told her about the Force, about how it was different in every single person. Even the clones, he said, were different in the Force, but Ahsoka hadn't really felt the difference before.

That was until Rex. Rex was different. It wasn't just that he was loyal, for all Clones were, but he was caring with it, and has he scoops her up in his big strong arms, she feels at home.
She sinks into to his familiar warmth and it's not just the Force she feels. As his lips brush so carefully against hers, she feels all the stress of the day's battles drain away. He's like a sponge, absorbing everything she's willing to give up, and all that that she doesn't know she's giving.

Even after a tough day he's never rough, always takes more time than he's got. She ventures to touch him, ghost over his battle scarred body and careful around his tender skin. He lets her. He allows her to take as much time as she wants, as much as she needs; never pressures her, waits until she's comfortable.

And the truth is she is always comfortable with him. She enjoys absorbing everything he is willing to give her as well.

She realises, somewhat absently, that Yoda was right; the clones are more than just a number.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Totally Awesome Hulk (comics), Amadeus Cho/Bruce Banner, counting to ten

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Darth Vader (comics), Doctor Aphra/Darth Vader, counting the days since they met

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Steph Brown/Tim Drake, lucky number

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay,

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do (Three Dog Night)

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Rodney missed the life he'd lived before: racing around Pegasus with John and Teyla and Ronon, fixing Atlantis' little hiccups, arguing with Radek... talks with Jeannie, chocolate cake in the mess, and the lazy sex he and John had shared on their Sundays, kissing and caressing, taking their time after all the other hurried moments during the weeks before.

(Beside him, a console sparked.

He sighed and reached for his tool kit.)

Mostly he tried not to think about it.

Any of it.

After all, what good did it do him except to make the loneliness that much more painful and his dreams at night that much worse?

(The console began to smolder; his cobbled together instruments were barely reading and he reached up and into the guts of the machine, grasped the control crystal, and yanked.

It's not like they needed this particular unit anyway: the Vanir didn't use the Stargate and even if they did, well, from what Rodney had overheard, the damage done to the system by the power overloads had been significant. Thankfully, a group of people—Rodney had to assume members of Stargate Command from the description—had destroyed the Attero device.

The cost had been their lives.)

Most times his dreams were nothing at all, even his mind too exhausted by his daily labor to come up with something, but if he made the mistake of missing home, missing John, what was conjured was almost more than he could bear.

”Rodney!”

“John?”

“Hey, buddy, time to go.”

Like rescue would ever come for him. No, it'd been too long: he was looking down the barrel at years now, and even if they, Atlantis, knew he was alive, he knew they'd never come for him. Not when Pegasus was in ruin.

Still.

Sometimes he missed it.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

20,000 miles to an oasis
20,000 years will I burn
20,000 chances I've wasted
Waiting for the moment to turn
(REM)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, seven deadly sins

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne, when the 2IC has to take over leadership

Fill: Evan/John, Mafia AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan was in the command office triaging requisition files and trying to find a way to conveniently misplace the photograph of Queen Harmony’s special coronation painting when a shadow fell over him.

He looked up. It was John. “Sir?” John was always Sir or Colonel when they were wearing all of their clothes (and sometimes when they weren’t).

John’s face was pale, his expression terribly blank. “My father’s dead.”

Evan was on his feet in an instant. “Was it -?”

“Carter told me it was a heart attack, but I don’t know if it was an actual heart attack or -” John cut himself off. If it was murder. If it was an act of war, or vengeance, or just The Life being the death of yet another person.

John closed the door with a wave of his hand. “I don’t know how Dave even found me to pass the news on. He barely told me when he got married or had children or - I have to go. Home. To pay my respects, and see -”

“John, no.” Evan stepped around the desk. “You can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“We face Wraith out here.” John didn’t even comment on the use of his first name. “It’s just a funeral.”

Evan curled a hand around John’s wrist. “It’s never just a funeral.”

John curled his fingers through Evan’s, squeezed for just a moment. “You’re in command while I’m gone. That’s what I came by to say.”

Evan disengaged his hand from John’s reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”

John took a deep, shuddering breath. Then he stepped into Evan’s space, crowded him up against the desk, and kissed him, deeply and thoroughly. He stepped back when Evan was breathless and aroused and said, “I’ll come back, I promise. Just hold the fort down while I’m gone.”

Evan nodded, unable to speak, and John left the office without a word.

When Evan reported to Control to see John off, he saw that Ronon was going with him.

He turned to Carter. “Why Ronon and not McKay?”

“Rodney has to oversee repairs to the shield on M7G-677.”

“The planet with the kids?”

Carter nodded. “Otherwise, Rodney would have gone with him.”

“Fair enough.” Evan knew Rodney wasn’t fond of kids, but he wasn’t about to hang them out to dry as Wraith food either. Evan watched Ronon and John step through the gate, watched the event horizon vanish behind them. He murmured an Irish blessing under his breath.

Carter looked at him sharply. “What was that?”

“Just something one of my uncles used to say, when someone departed.” Evan eyed her.

“O’Neill used to say something like it, sometimes.” Carter searched Evan’s face, and he pasted on an expression of pure innocence, and Carter finally looked away.

O’Neill was an Irish name. Lorne was an English name, meant forsaken, like forlorn. Lorne wasn’t the name Evan had been born with, but no one knew that, not even John.

“You’re dismissed, Major.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Evan saluted respectfully before he departed.

John would be gone for an entire week, and while he was absent, Evan would keep things running smoothly, so when he returned, he could step right back into command without a hitch. And Evan would sleep in a cold, lonely bed, and he would worry any time he was alone, and he would miss John fiercely, and he would beg the universe to send him home.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
(The Proclaimers)

Idea! So much Idea!!

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Fic will happen. Soonish.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, sam/dean, 1 kiss

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, six rings for six years

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, The concert when they finally sing I have loved you since I was 16 and I have loved you since I was 18

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the clock hits zero

Fill, The 100, Marcus Kane/Abigail Griffin

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

Marcus holds her hand tightly as they made their journey back to home. Every few minutes after her grip has gone limp and he is about to release her she'll squeeze looking up at him. She says not a single word. But he understands. He'll rub his thumb over the surface his way of expressing the same. They both are aware what miracles it is to be here, not just together, but alive. In a day or two after she healed they'll return to Mount Weather and deal with the unfortunate souls whose zero hour wasn't marked by a miracle.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, first

I have ideas

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Might use this one a few times... Yay prompts!

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the last anniversary

Oh wow

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

This is begging for angst... I'll see if something comes, either way, fab prompt.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, the first time Hal realized Sinestro loves him

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Barry Rabe/Roddy Geiger, their second date went much better than the first one

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, third time's a charm