free for all

[tigriswolf]

Now it's time for the free for all!

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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

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


Have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Doctor Who/Highlander, Rory Williams + Methos, two very old warriors talk

[tigriswolf]

Merlin (BBC)/The Walking Dead (TV), Merlin/Arthur, a modern-day magical realism AU set in the Walking Dead ‘verse

[tigriswolf]

The Walking Dead (TV), Atlanta survivors, how would things have played out if Glenn had never spotted Rick?

[tigriswolf]

Parks and Rec, author’s choice, Walking Dead AU

So, a libertarian and a bureaucrat survive the zombie apocalypse...

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

The gleaming walls surrounding City Hall loom up from the wreckage of the surrounding town like a mirage, finely painted boards soaring up twice a man's height. A grizzled man looks up from the a support beam half-covered in delicately carved scenes of civilization. He lowers his work knife and cradles his rifle with a suspicious squint. "Who are you?"

You extend your hands slowly away from the sledgehammer at your hip, but before you can make introductions a man and a woman come jogging out of a nearby building. The woman already has her shotgun up. "Should we shoot him, Ron?"

"Woah!" you blurt.

"Hi, I'm Andy! April and I are one of the official welcoming teams. Are you here to join the park?"

"Uh," You look between the frank glares of the others then back to Andy's friendly smile. "Yes?"

"Great! Follow me!"

You hoist your bag further up your shoulder and follow Andy and April, leaving the taciturn Ron to his carving. Andy chatters as you pass over the irrigation ditch to the portcullis -- "Ben's idea, he loves the whole me-evil vibe, I think he saw too many bad guy movies when he was younger."

The single walker in sight is being drawn away by a fast talking man in marathon gear; everyone else within sight of the gates goes about their business with an alert but unstressed demeanor.

Through the gates themselves children play in a broad well-kept meadow under the watchful eye of what may be their teacher. Cows and a strangely small horse graze peacefully in a corral nearby. People with dirt-stained gloves steer wheelbarrows of produce around others in orange safety vests who are carefully sweeping the roads of autumn leaves. They disappear beyond the bulk of City Hall, where you can faintly hear the happy chatter and bustle of townspeople.

It's a callback to civilization that you were almost forgetting, and you have to stop walking to take it all in. As you breathe deeply, trying to keep your emotions reigned in, a woman strides out of City Hall's doors directly towards you.

She greets April and Andy with warm affection, then targets you with a blazing smile. "Hi! I'm President Leslie Knope. Welcome to the independent state of Pawnee!"

[tigriswolf]

The Walking Dead (TV), Michonne + Andrea, their adventures before Woodbury

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Twelve +/ any or Gen,

Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone(Bowie)

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

bbc Sherlock, Gregory Lestrade/+any, wolf whistles

fill

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, when the brass are being officious or Sherlock's being a tit, Greg goes out to the pub on his lunch break and keeps an eye out. There's someone, every time; wolf whistle, lewd comment, a 'polite' request to smile more. Some dickhead who thinks women owe him something for breathing and doesn't like taking no for an answer. Greg doesn't make a fuss; he just sidles up next to the punk, clears his throat, and proceeds to abuse the authority bestowed upon him by the Metropolitan Police.

Sherlock'd probably have words for him-like fascist-and the Chief Inspector would give another one of his frowns and a phrase or two of how it's just a bit of fun and certainly not a job for Lestrade, but Greg doesn't rightly give a fuck. Every time, he comes back to the office, square meal and a pint in his stomach and a lightness in his step that makes the lads in the office take bets on who he's running off to shag.

It's the little things in life, really.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Bombshells (comics), Diana/Mera, you are the girl that I've been dreaming of, ever since, I was a little girl

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Stranger Things, Any,
Something's gotten into my life
Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy, "Having a wonderful time, wish I were here."

[cyanidesympathy.livejournal.com]

Blade, Gen. Abraham Whistler and Blade meet for the first time.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Overworked and overwhelmed.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Brain eating amoeba.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Sleeping in.

Fill - Star Trek AOS [Kirk/McCoy | PG-13]

[morethanmending.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Fic Contains: morning people suck if you're not a morning person, schmoop

Summary: Jim knows just how Leonard doesn't like to be woken.


---

A cold nose touched Leonard's cheek. Lips dragged along the corner of his mouth.

Leonard grumbled a low warning and stubbornly kept his eyes closed.

Jim grinned, stubble rasping where it rubbed along Leonard's jaw. "Morning," he murmured, bare foot hooking over Leonard's.

"Stop touching me," Leonard mumbled, pulling the comforter tight across his shoulders. "Don't like your cold toes." He rolled onto his side, away from Jim, turning to hide his face against his pillow.

Icy fingers found Leonard's ass and pinched.

Leonard yelped and jerked away, tumbling out of bed to the annoyingly alert sound of Jim's laughter.

---

End.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Playlist.

FILL: Dean Winchester Mix

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

♥ Lyrics; I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife/I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well. No home and a bag of bones and nothin' else left to sell. I know why I'm in this hell I just don't wanna believe/Past that line you just can't tell, but right now there's someone lookin' out for me. I came out of the darkness with a bullet in my hand. I got one more shot at livin'/I'm lucky that I can, cause I got a little roughed up/Yeah I really got fucked up. I came out of the darkness with a bullet in my hand

♥ Art; Dean’s aesthetic (https://66.media.tumblr.com/4f74565fc3d305430ec7f4d48ac43536/tumblr_ocztmx6vh81smzecao1_1280.jpg)

♥ Mix tape; Fan Mix (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7955827)

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay or Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, A mountain of schoolwork.

Fill 1/3: Oppie Verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John looked up when a shadow fell across his desk. Rodney was leaning against the doorframe of his classroom, clutching an armload of binders. He looked exhausted.

“How do you do this every day?” he asked. “Those children are - draining.”

John smiled sympathetically and stood up, crossed the room. “Lots of practice.”

“I thought my scientists were bad, but keeping them under control is a nightmare. And they keep expecting me to do things like Evan, only I’m not Evan.”

“Children - and teenagers - need structure and boundaries to thrive,” John said. “They feel safe when the world is predictable, has clear expectations and rules.”

“The world isn’t predictable.”

“On a cosmic level, no. But it’s not unreasonable for children to find their classroom setting predictable on a day-to-day basis.” John pressed a kiss to Rodney’s cheek. “What’s with all the binders?”

“The only thing I can do to keep them quiet is assign them worksheets. But I’m running out of worksheets. Evan left me some, but I don’t think they’re enough. And they keep the kids quiet, but then I have to grade them, and it’s impossible to grade them all here at school, so I have to grade them at home.” Rodney sighed and pouted and looked ridiculously adorable.

John went to scoop up his bag of assignments to take home and grade. “Be glad summer school’s only half a day, huh? Let’s get home.”

“Home. Where I have to grade a mountain of schoolwork.”

“At least Evan was nice enough to make you an answer key,” John pointed out. He straightened the desks absently on his way to the door, turned off the light, closed the door, and locked it.

He and Rodney headed for the parking lot together, waving at people as they went.

“Oh please,” Rodney said. “I could answer these questions in my sleep.” He always let John drive, because he wasn’t all that fond of driving, and he knew John liked to be in control of whatever form of transport he was taking.

It was a zoomie thing, Rodney said, because he was nice enough not to call John a control freak to his face.

“I’ll say this for the kids, though. When it comes to physics, they’re better than my scientists in that they don’t pretend to know everything there is to know about the universe.”

John flashed him another smile. “That’s the great thing about kids. They’re teachable. They don’t magically turn into lost causes just because they become teenagers.” He guided the car out of the parking lot and on the familiar route toward home.

“Yeah, but the sad part is that half of what they learn in college is bunk. I mean - the basics Evan is teaching them are still all right. Any one of them could go on and learn the physics we know at the SGC without a hitch. But knowing that I’m setting them all up for ignorance is frustrating. Is it frustrating to you?” Rodney glanced at him.

John shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really talk with anyone at the Mountain much about math. I mean, no one’s told me that math as we know it has fundamentally changed. Mostly I’m hoping these kids learn enough math to be able to manage their lives once they graduate and move on. Balance a checkbook. Maybe do their taxes. Figure out how much paint they need to paint a room.”

“Well, Evan’s students will be very good at worksheets when he gets back.” Rodney sighed and tipped his head back, closed his eyes.

John wanted to nibble on his throat, but he knew Rodney. Rodney was the kind of guy who fell asleep almost immediately after sex. If John indulged in his own whims, Rodney’s grading would never get done. They made it back to the house in good time. John helped Rodney carry his grading into the den so he could take piano breaks when the students’ awful handwriting irritated him beyond tolerance, and then he headed into the kitchen to cook dinner.

John didn’t know if he should be offended or touched that Evan had left them a week’s worth of frozen casseroles that were easy to reheat and big enough that they could have leftovers for lunch the next day. Rodney was actually a pretty good cook in his own right, because he had to manage his citrus allergy so carefully. Rodney just didn’t usually care to cook.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Frost/Joe West, “Is there a reason you never say my first name?”

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

(I mangled the prompt a little. Sorry, bad day. Hope it's still ok )


"Thank you."

The look of gratitude on Caitlin's face as he handed her the autopsy reports for the latest meta human made Joe smile; indeed it was almost enough to make him forget how much trouble he'd be in if Singh found out he was passing on official department documents to a third party.

Still though, the risk was worth it - they needed all the help they could get.

He'd told her as much before and did so again now. "Quid pro quo, right?" he quipped and her eyes widened as she nodded quickly.

"Of course, Detective," she said and he cocked his head, lifted one eyebrow. A flush of pink coated her cheeks and she smiled sheepishly.

"We still doing this?" he asked, but he kept his voice light, teasing. He'd long since worked out how the STAR Labs team worked - Wells was a mystery, Cisco an open book, the two men complete opposites. Caitlin though, she was guarded, skittish. He knew why - he'd made it his business to background check everyone when they moved Barry to STAR Labs - just like he knew that she'd opened up a little since Barry had woken up and Joe had no desire to destroy any progress they'd made.

"Apparently." But her lips were twitching and he was surprised by how much he liked the sight.

"There a reason why you won't use my first name?" He kept a close eye on her but her shoulders stayed down, a good sign. "It's real simple... Joe. Just try it."

"This is ridiculous." Her lips pressed into a thin line and for a moment he thought he'd gone too far. But then she took a deep breath, held up the file. "Thank you. Joe."

She smiled then and he did too because his name sounded good on her lips.
Just like hers did on his when he said, "You're welcome... Caitlin."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Frost/Joe West, “i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, “That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it."

Fill: Roses and Chocolate (PART 1 of 3)

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Steve woke with a start at the sound of the elevator door opening. He was disoriented for a moment, trying to figure out why there was an elevator in his bedroom, but then realized he was on one of the couches in front of the big TV on the common floor. He remembered coming up here to watch a movie by himself since everyone else had plans for the night and he must have fallen asleep. After that, Jarvis evidently turned off the TV off and dimmed the lights.

That settled, Steve’s attention returned to the elevator. Only a select few had access to this floor, so he wasn’t worried about an intruder, but he was curious all the same about who was there, not yet ready to reveal his presence. He heard footsteps leave the elevator and move quickly to the kitchen area, lights turning on in their wake. Something small hit the counter island and slid across the surface as it had been thrown. The freezer door opened, only to be closed hard a few seconds later, and something else slammed onto the island, sounding larger yet softer than the first item. Next a drawer opened and the sound of silverware rattling filled the room before that too was slammed shut. A stool shifted on the floor and the person sat down.

The footsteps had been small, probably female, narrowing the list of suspects considerably. He wouldn’t have heard Natasha moving about and Jane was not currently in the Tower, having left with Thor three days before on a brief trip to Asgard. Pepper was with Tony in Malibu finalizing the finishing touches on their new place out there. That left Darcy.

Steve met Darcy shortly after he moved into the Tower. By then, she, Jane and Thor had been in residence for several months, and her reputation preceded her.. He had rarely met a force like Darcy, and considering the people he usually spent time with, that was saying something indeed.

Although mostly acclimated to the 21st century, Steve’s immersion into modern pop culture had been put on hold during and his and Sam’s fruitless search for Bucky, and it didn’t take long for Darcy to realize his shortcomings and she quickly take charge of the situation. Unlike when the others made remarks about his knowledge gaps, Darcy didn’t act like she was patronizing him or making him feel the butt of some joke. Instead, she was genuinely excited to watch him experience various movies and televisions series for the first time. He figured there couldn’t be too many people who didn’t know the twist at the end of “The Empire Strikes Back,” something that, he had to admit, took him quite some time to get over.

Before Steve knew it, he was spending more time with her than just about anyone outside of Sam and considered her a valued friend. He hadn’t understood why Tony laughed the first time he called Darcy his friend in front the billionaire, but as the weeks turned into months, he started to realize the joke. They were great friends, alright, but he found himself hoping that they might become something else, something more.

She was beautiful, of course, everything he dreamed about finding when he was nothing more than a runt with a big heart and decided lack of self-preservation. But it was more than that. The things that made Darcy a good friend also made her someone he wanted to get closer to. She always treated him like Steve, not Captain America, which even within the confines of the tower was a treat. They shared many of the passions, but were different enough to challenge each other, him to try new things and get out of his comfort zone, and her to accept the important role she played in the lives of those around her and that she truly belonged here in the crazy life of the tower. Yes, he was far gone, as Bucky might have said.

But how to manage that jump to something more, he didn’t know. He was still rubbish when it came to talking to women. Darcy was an exception because she had thoroughly broken through his defenses so quickly that they’d become friends before he could find himself tongue-tied.

Not helping matters was the fact that he had no idea if Darcy saw him the same way. Maybe she was perfectly fine with keeping their relationship at current levels. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship, but the longer he waited, the harder it was to ignore his feelings for her.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Imagine your OTP in some kind of apocalypse. At first they travel together, until something separates them and they are unable to relocate each other. They remain alone for several months, both believing the other is dead, until one day they happen upon each other.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, You’re an amateur photographer and I work at a one hour photo in a drug store you go to get quick prints and I’ve fallen in love with your work au

Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse, Cam/Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Cam knows he could be doing better things with his life, but he likes the pace of things at Spring City Drug. Wally, the head pharmacist, is the very model of the good Christian man. He goes to church every Sunday, he’s always home in time for supper with his wife, a retired nurse (they met while they were both serving in The Pacific), his children and grandchildren flock to his house every Saturday to work in his impressive garden and every Sunday for a massive Sunday dinner. He’s always bringing Cam fresh produce from said garden, and leftover baked goods from The Missus. Cam felt welcome from his first day at the shop. Wally is so grateful to have someone who was willing to work the photo station (and who wouldn’t be quitting after one semester) that he treats Cam like another son.

Wally’s kindness and generosity is probably the only reason Cam’s parents haven’t swooped down on him, packed up his house, and dragged him back to Kansas to live with them. After all, the family home is all set up for someone with Cam’s disability, the same disability as his father.

The photo station is tucked into a back corner, carefully arranged so Cam can maneuver his wheelchair around the machines. They have a small digital station, but most of the machines are for good old-fashioned film. The only customers they have are retirees who’ve known Wally forever and are baffled by digital cameras. Most of them don’t even have cell phones. They smile at Cam and call him ‘son’ and ‘boy’, and he prints up their photos, packages them, leaves polite voicemails on their home phones, and smiles at them when they come to pick up the photos.

Mrs. Kinross takes endless pictures of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Mr. Burrows is an avid knitter and takes photos of everything he makes before he gives it away. By the end of three months, Cam knows the names of all of Mrs. Kinross’s granchildren and half of their progeny, and he and Mr. Burrows trade knitting tips (Cam likes to knit while he waits for prints to develop.

And then E. Lorne starts mailing in his rolls of film. The pictures he takes are - breathtaking. Landscapes, sunrises and sunsets, oceans and beaches, mountains and jungles, forests. E. Lorne must be some kind of traveler, given how exotic everything looks. He’s got a great eye for color and form. His pictures of the sky make Cam think of flying, and his heart aches.

When he calls E. Lorne’s number to inform him that his prints are ready to pick up, all he gets is a generic voicemail greeting, but he leaves a message and hangs up.

Cam is out on his day off when E. Lorne comes in to pick up his photos.

Cam is excited when E. Lorne’s next roll of film comes in. This time it’s - people. Mostly men. There’s something military to their haircuts, but Cam doesn’t recognize their uniforms. They’re ordinary folk, but he captures something beautiful about each of them. One of them with a rifle shouldered, eye closed, peering through a scope. Another sparring with a pair of wooden rods - escrima? Yet another sharpening knives, and another cleaning a gun, two of them laughing as one of them tackles the other, who is reaching for - or losing his grip on - a football. A woman, eyes narrowed, with a cigarette dangling from her lips.

E. Lorne is the only person Cam has ever known to pay the extra fee to have his photos sent to him, but Cam packages them up, writes his address - an apartment here in town - and drops the package in the mail.

Cam accepts food from Wally, asks after the Missus, offers to fix Wally’s car, listens to Mrs. Kinross’s tales about her great-grandkids’ antics, learns a new knitting technique from Mr. Burrows, and waits for more of E. Lorne’s photos.

Cam knows there’s something hideously immoral about it, but keeps copies of his favorite prints from each batch. He’d never keep prints of anything personal (because one sneaky teenager brings his naughty photos in to be printed; Cam ‘loses’ the filthiest ones but the kid doesn’t dare confront him), but he kind of adores E. Lorne’s photos. Looking at them makes Cam feel better.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

American Horror Story: Hotel, Sally(/any), I wonder, do I love you or the thought of you?

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

X-Men (Any), Amara (or any is also fine)/Pyro, Looking for some hot stuff Baby this evening

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson,

I bet you want the goodies
bet you thought about it
got you all hot and bothered

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Sansa/Theon, dishonored