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comment_ficNow it's time for the free for all!
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Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
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Have fun!
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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Date: 2016-09-10 06:09 am (UTC)Marvel movies/Doctor Who, Steve Rogers + Rory Williams,
“I punched Hitler in the face.”
“Me, too!”
Fill: DW/MCU, Rory/Amy+Steve Rogers
Date: 2018-09-26 06:04 pm (UTC)How Rory Williams came to be in a bar with Captain America, he didn't know. It was 1943, somewhere in Europe, and he and Amy were waiting while the Doctor was off...who knew where. Captain America appeared to be having a quiet drink, and space at the cafe was limited, so the three of them shared an outdoor makeshift table.
Rory was having difficulty believing that that was actually Captain America, but Rory had difficulty believing in much of his life, more so in recent years.
"Yeah, who wouldn't want to give old Adolph a little of the get going" Amy said, excitedly, and a bit flirtingly. Rory frowned, unconsciously pressing his thigh closer to Amy's. Beer and jealousy had him quickly answering with a somewhat loud
"So have I!"
At this, it was the Captain's turn to look surprised, but only a moment before he grinned hard.
"I'll take all the help I can get!" he said, raising his glass. They echoed the gesture, Amy began a toast "Here's to everyone out there, all the boys -"
"-and women!" both Rory and Steve cut in, almost in the same voice.
Amy couldn't help but smile. Of course her Rory would also remember there were women, even in this war.
"And women, fighting for us" she finished. All three took deep drinks. Rogers looked ready to make another toast when a roar interrupted him, a bow-tied man on a motorcycle grinding into the street next to their patio.
"Hello lads, anyone fancy a bit of a fight? I believe there may be about twenty nasty Nazi officers who believe I stole their prize..."
Re: Fill: DW/MCU, Rory/Amy+Steve Rogers
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Date: 2016-09-10 06:09 am (UTC)Doctor Who, Amy Pond + Rory Williams, grieving for Melody
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Date: 2016-09-10 06:10 am (UTC)Doctor Who, River Song,
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
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Date: 2016-09-10 06:12 am (UTC)iZombie (TV)/The Walking Dead (TV), author’s choice, “What the fuck kind of zombie are you?”
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Date: 2016-09-10 06:13 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean (or Sam) Winchester,
Mama Mama, can’t you hear?
Your demons are calling my name
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Date: 2016-09-10 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-09-10 08:21 am (UTC)Fill: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger+Luna Lovegood+Ginny Weasley, These Dreams
Date: 2016-09-14 06:41 pm (UTC)Luna's voice surprised her, she hadn't heard anyone approach. There must have been a quieting charm on the library stone floors. The radish earrings were in place as usual, joined today by a small hat that resembled a rabbit pinned into her platinum hair.
"No-o-o. Why do you ask?"
"You seem troubled. Your hair seems troubled." Luna said, reaching out and smoothing a hand across the ends of Hermione's hair.
"I'm...fine."
"Yeah, fine, that's why you spent a good portion of the last week's worth of night's tossing and turning." Ginny appeared, also without being heard, and Hermione frowned. She needed to find out what they used on these floors.
"I have not."
"Yes you have." Ginny said, sitting down next to Hermione and gently but firmly shutting the tome in front of her.
"What's troubling your dreams?" Luna asked with her usual directness.
"Nothing. Dreams have nothing to do with-" Hermione started, but Luna interrupted.
"What are you seeing in your dreams that bothers you so much?" the direct question startled her, as did it's insight.
"How did you know...?"
"I have a little bit of the Gift."
Hermione blinked,first instinct not to tell but then stopping herself. Why not? She needed a tiny mental break anyway, and Luna's eyes were wide with genuine concern,fingering a maddeningly bright yellow charm hanging from her sleeve.
"I don't remember much...flashes.... sometimes I'm standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, looking over the grounds, sometimes I'm standing on a beach, sometimes I'm staring out the glass at an airport-"
"A what?" Ginny interrupted.
"A Muggle travel center. Pixies love hang out there, stealing luggage and coffee and Muggle technology" Luna supplied.
"Um,Yes." Hermione said, glad she never had to fly again. "So..nothing I can recall exactly, nothing to worry about. I've probably got a little cold or-"
"What you have is a choice to make" Luna said, her normally airy voice dropped slightly. "Each of those places are neither one nor the other: the Tower, neither land nor sky, the beach, neither sea or shore but both, an airport is..well..a mess of people going from one place to another, being one person to being another. Transitions. You're struggling with a decision."
Hermione stared a long moment in near horror because it was making sense. It couldn't make sense...there was no possible way for Luna to know how true that was.
"Don't think about it too much. The mind does funny things." Ginny said. "C'mon let's go get something to eat. You'll sort yourself with a bit of time."
Luna nodded and perked up. "I hope they have pie. Oh, and Ginny, I know finals are a terror, but there's no need to dream about putting a Coniforms charm on Professor Snape-he's already scary enough without horns"
Re: Fill: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger+Luna Lovegood+Ginny Weasley, These Dreams
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Date: 2016-09-10 08:24 am (UTC)FILL: 9-1-1 Lonestar, Carlos/TK, hurt/comfort
Date: 2020-11-10 06:51 pm (UTC)Yet TK wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping as he fights to breath past the haunting nightmares that please his dreams. Carlos tucks him into the soft sheets, and TK isn’t a child that needs to be coddled; still, he smiles as his boyfriend swaddles the sheets around him. He is so exhausted from lack of sleep he takes comfort in Carlos's tenderness.
The slightest push urges him back into a cozy bed made of fluffy white pillows and soft warm sheets. Still, he resists sleep. In his nightmares, he sees his own life, his soul, fading and ascending to the heavens, far away from friends, his dad and Carlos, the love of his life.
Every time he closes his eyes, he sees horrors. The anxiety has gotten the best of him. Huffing, he rolls over, reaching to pull up the soft white sheet over his head, as if to block out the black orbs that haunt his mind.
Carlos pulls him in close and hugs him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, arms that promise him everything will be alright so long as they are together. Gentle arms give him peace, keeping the fear away.
His breathing is rough and for a second he cannot find air, but then Carlos whispers to him “Just breathe, sweetheart. You are safe with me,” and suddenly like magic TK's lungs fill with cool air and the tension which filled his body vanishes.
TK smiles softly, feeling more at ease with Carlos so close by. For a while they don’t speak, instead his body relaxes, and sleep comes to him, TK slumps heavy, boneless into Carlos’s arms, laying his head on his chest as Carlos's arms circle his waist to keep him locked in a heaven of love.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: 9-1-1 Lonestar, Carlos/TK, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2016-09-10 08:24 am (UTC)FILL: Supernatural, hurt/comfort
Date: 2016-09-10 04:22 pm (UTC)Rubbing alcohol, gauze, ointment; Dean has all the tools to patch up his brother.
The bright ruby blood on his face almost glows fire red like the flames of hell, and a sick part of Dean realizes the blood adds a splash of color to Sam’s tan, sun kissed cheeks; the blood is smearing down his face in broken, angry streaks. A few specks of blood linger on his throat and would look even lovelier with a razor across the skin, breaking open to spill ruby red and end a precious life.
It is those dark thoughts that knot Dean’s stomach and make him ill; that part of hell that sticks with him and refuses to go away, a puzzle piece of him that is still twisted and damaged from the darkness Alastair carved into him which continue to linger with him well past years and years after he has been topside.
Dean shakes away the hideous thoughts from his mind and focuses on one fact; Sammy is hurt. Sammy is bleeding. Sammy needs him. He dabs at the wound, gently as he can, and Sam hisses, it stings like a bitch damn it, and grits his teeth, but he is a trooper and endures the hurt and doesn’t make a fuss as his big brother patches him up. Slowly the bright bloody splash of color which was once red becomes pink and faded and only leaves pale ivory scratches behind.
Sam’s already slipping into sleep, the pain meds Dean gave him have his head drooping and his eyelashes fluttering and his mind hazy foggy with exhaustion. Dean admired his patch skills, Sammy will be alright, just a few scratches and a bitch of a headache.
Before his little big brother can face plant onto the carpet he palms Sam’s head and puts a hand on his chest, gently urging Sam to lay back onto the bed. Sam squirmed under Dean’s touch for just a second, his hunter instincts still high on adrenaline and resisting the urge to submit, part of him still believes they are in a fight despite the fact they are at the crappy motel. But Dean gentles him with a soft shush and Sam goes easy, laying out on the bed with his head on a soft pillow.
Dean, like the big brother he has always been, tugs off Sam’s shoes and socks, and sets them by the bed before spreading a blanket over him to tuck him in. Sam is out like a light, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths and despite the bitch of a fight they just had, he looks blissful and happy and already dreaming good dreams.
Dean checks the salt lines by the door and makes sure the shotgun is locked and loaded by the bedside before he climbs under the blanket next to his brother. He wraps one arm around Sam’s shoulders and nuzzles the top of his brother’s head before closing his eyes and following Sam off into the world of sweet sleep.
(END)
Re: FILL: Supernatural, hurt/comfort
From:Re: FILL: Supernatural, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2016-09-10 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-10 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-09-10 12:58 pm (UTC)Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud
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Date: 2016-09-10 12:59 pm (UTC)When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
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Date: 2016-09-10 01:29 pm (UTC)“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
(Marilyn Monroe)
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Date: 2016-09-10 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-10 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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