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/The Walking Dead (TV), 9 or 10 or 11 + any companion, they land in the middle of the zombie apocalypse

[tigriswolf]

Doctor Who, Brian Williams, grieving

[tigriswolf]

Doctor Who, 10/The Master, The Drumming Song

[tigriswolf]

Doctor Who, Leo Jones (+ Martha Jones), The Year That Never Was

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt Hummel + author’s choice, Walking Dead AU

Fill 1/2: Plus SG-1 Clone!Jack

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

All Kurt knew about Nathan Jackson before the Zombie Apocalypse was that he was sarcastic, loved The Simpsons, and sang opera like a dream. He’d showed up to Glee Club one day, said, “Last time I was in high school I did a little singing,” and his audition had been a literal tear-jerker (Bring Him Home from Les Mis), but he’d handled the drama (Rachel) for all of two class periods before calling it quits.

And then the Zombie Apocalypse happened.

Kurt hadn’t been able to find his dad or stepmom or Finn, and he thought he’d done pretty all right by himself, grabbing all the ramen and bottled water he could carry and bunking down in the employee restroom at the local Wal Mart. He stuck it out for a week, terrified to go outside until the sounds of, well, death and destruction stopped. And then he poked his head out the door.

And almost got his face chewed off by a one-armed zombie with way too many teeth.

And then the zombie’s head exploded right in front of him, covering him in blood and gore, and his scream could have shattered glass.

When he finished retching (because he caught some zombie brains in his mouth, or maybe that was just the taste of terror) he straightened up, and there was Nathan Jackson, wearing khaki pants, one of those fisherman vests with the pockets bulging, and holding a shotgun.

Nathan Jackson, when he wasn’t being sarcastic or quoting The Simpsons, was like MacGyver. He’d built an honest-to-goodness underground shelter, complete with a cistern for catching rainwater, and booby-trapped the perimeter with explosives.

“Where did you get all those bombs?” Kurt asked, wary, and Nathan showed him the precise path to take to get to the door unscathed.

“Made ‘em.”

“From what?”

“Fertilizer, powdered sugar, gummy bears, whatever I could get my hands on.”

“Has anyone told you that you’re basically MacGyver?” Kurt asked once they reached the bunk.

Nathan had a propane stove, actual dishes, and a bed. Kurt flopped down on the bed with a happy moan.

“All the time.” Nathan was unimpressed with the compliment. “Look, you want to make yourself useful? You help me find help.”

Kurt looked down at his once-fabulous, now tattered outfit (Nathan had raided the hunting section of Walmart and was rocking the Duck Dynasty chic) and then up at Nathan, who was reloading his shotgun with terrifying competence.

“How can I find you help?”

Nathan showed him a contraption that was the mutant child of a typewriter, a walkman, and a new-age crystal shop. “This is my radio. You hit each frequency, you read this message, you wait thirty seconds, you read it again. Ten times on each frequency. All day, every day.”

Kurt stared at the headset and microphone likely stolen from one of those super old phones, like on Mary Poppins. “All day, every day?”

“You have a pleasant voice,” Nathan said. “Use it.”

“What will you be doing?” Kurt asked.

“Getting supplies. You know how to use a shotgun?”

Kurt shook his head.

“All right. I’ll teach you how to use all my weapons eventually. But we’ll start with this one.”

Nathan was like a drill sergeant, and Kurt hated being yelled at, but he also didn’t want to die, so he practiced, and while Nathan was out scavenging (the town had emptied out pretty quickly, he said), Kurt sat at the radio, reciting Nathan’s bizarre message, and keeping one hand on the shotgun. He said his father and stepmother and step-brother’s names on the air, too. He listed off everyone in New Directions. He even asked about Sue Sylvester. There was never an answer.

Day in, day out, he recited, This is Sierra Gulf One Niner, requesting backup to the following coordinates. Please respond. Over.

When his voice got hoarse, Nathan had honey-water on hand for him (he’d stolen someone’s beehive and kept it topside, brought in fresh honey often). Kurt was allowed out only when Nathan was home, and even then it was to drill the path from the perimeter to the door so Kurt could run it blindfolded or in the dark.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

This scene's so hypnotic
Smoking mirrors, lights and magic
Paper faces in gold
There's solider boys, beauty queens
Everyone's a mystery
It's got me losing control

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter/The Walking Dead, Harry Potter /& Hermione Granger, it was just his luck that the first time he was out of the country the zombie apocalypse would break out.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis, any, solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris (it is a comfort to the unfortunate to have had companions in woe AKA misery loves company).

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Walking Dead, Buffy Summers + Faith Lehane, running into the first zombies.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, the multiple uses of a book.

Fill, "Inside A Book", Fullmetal Alchemist

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

“Why do you love books so much?”

Sceizca raised her head, absently pushing her glasses up on her nose. Alphonse Elric was a sweet young man, if maybe a bit naïve. Not that she had any room to talk, she knew. Still, he seemed to love books as much as she did. Why didn’t he know the answer?

“Well.” Sciezca considered her answer. “First, because of the knowledge in them. You can learn so much from books! From the writers, who have information you don’t know.” Gratified to see Alphonse nodding his agreement, she went on. “And you can travel to different worlds – all from your armchair. And the worlds can be anywhere – from Xing to Aerugo to other planets!” She clutched her hands to her chest, words overwhelming her. “Then there’s the history. You can travel back in time! And humor – books can make you laugh. They can make you cry. They can transport you to the highest mountains and make you fall in love.” Pausing for a breath, Sciezca glanced at Alphonse. He still bobbed his head. Still understood.

Picking up a book, Sciezca caressed its cover. “Books smell good,” she said in a quieter voice. “They have weight and heft – or their little bits of fluff.” She nodded at a yellow book, full of stories from the West, about Milos and the outlying countryside. All probably exaggerated but still fun to read. “You can keep the important but still have fun with them. You can find your heroes and root for them to win. You can hate the villains but maybe understand why they went the way they did, too. You can use those stories to make decisions impacting your life.” She hugged the book to her chest, closing her eyes. This was harder to say but so true. “Books can be your friends when you can’t make real ones. They can keep you sane.”

“I understand,” Alphonse said, and Sciezca opened her eyes at the tone of those two words. From his expression, so easily read, she knew he did, that he wasn’t just saying it.

“And they’re special,” Sciezca said softly. “Your favorites, they mean so much to you. You want to be that girl in the book. The one solving the mysteries or righting the wrongs. So you take a piece of her and make that piece part of you – and maybe that makes you a better person.”

Alphonse’s smile wasn’t mocking or cruel. It spoke of long nights reading, of books he considered his friends. And it made Sciezca smile back. “Books can do that,” she said, “all of it. And even bad books have their uses. You can shove them under an uneven table leg to even them out.”

He blinked in shock at that one – but alchemist, he probably just lengthened the leg or something, not a normal person, one who had to use other ways to even out a wobbly table. “You can use bad books to start fires.” Alphonse’s eyes widened as Sciezca said that. He opened his mouth but Sciezca went on, spotting something out of the corner of her eye. “They have all sorts of uses!” She set down the book she held to grab the yellow book, the flimsy pages and vellum cover rolling in her hand as she raised it up, slamming it down on a mosquito with a yell.

Lifting the yellow book, displaying the squashed, bloodied remains of the insect, Sciezca smiled triumphantly at Alphonse’s shocked expression. “And squish bugs, too.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Hawaii Five-0, Evan Lorne + Any, Evan's enjoying some downtime in Hawaii, but he's not really there for R&R

Finally Filled

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

This took forever to write, but here you go! Recruiting (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8099242) at AO3.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
(Cyndi Lauper)

Fill: Gundam Wing - Quatre Winner/Trowa Barton - Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Trowa stared out through the view port his gaze fixed on the distant stars. It had been a year and three months since the end of the eve wars. Four hundred and sixty days since he had slipped out of Quatre's bed and disappeared, making his way into space where he could be anonymous as he tried to figure out who he was in a world that was no longer in need of weapons of war. No longer in need of him or his particular skill set. But still in need.

For a long time,four hundred and fifty days, he'd thought he had no value, that there was nothing he could do to help or make a difference no matter how hard he drove himself.

It was the dream that had changed his mind. Quatre had been calling out to him just like during the war only this time he wore a Preventers uniform. He'd smiled warmly and promised Trowa a home; a place to make a difference. Every thing he wanted, needed, and nothing he had.

And so, he'd gone, quitting his job and hopping a freighter that would let him work off the price of his ticket to Earth. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe the dream had just been his subconscious reminding him of everything he'd never had, but somewhere in his gut, the part of himself that Trowa always trusted, he had the sense that he was finally going to find his future, right where he'd left it.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, those awkward interactions after a de-aged character has been re-aged.

Filled at AO3

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Chapter Four of Sweet Child O' Mine (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7866010/chapters/19659139)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, “So. I’m cool, you’re cool, we’re cool, thank you, goodnight!”

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, secret lover

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, weechesters, finger painting

Arts and Craft Day at Spring Rock Park!

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

During the summer, when the boys didn't have to be in school, John preferred working quick jobs -- clear culprits, easy solutions, three days in a place max. Summer was good driving weather in the north, and plenty of tourists meant a natural cover for him and the boys. He could send them outside to play with all the other kids when he was researching, and entrust Dean to Sam's care for a night's hunt without a bored desk clerk asking too many questions.

He could also -- after Sam and Dean had insinuated themselves into an arts and craft activity at the local park and left with half the finger paint materials -- leave abruptly without raising eyebrows, and without the maid seeing the particularly resplendent mural left in their room.

"Maybe next time use paper, Dean-o," John says as they accelerate out of the parking lot. For now, they need to find a public beach with free showers before Sam and Dean are allowed to touch anything besides the tarp they're sitting on.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, “But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles”― Anna Nalick

Not a fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But I love that song and it makes me hurt and that line is my favorite.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Their baby says it's first word(please no Freddie)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, music festival

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, flower crown

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

They're cleaning up the breakfast dishes in the middle of a lazy Sunday morning when Caitlin's phone chimes. She reaches for it right away, which Joe understands - Team Flash and meta human emergencies wait for no one - but when she looks at the screen and smiles, he knows it can't be that. When she glances at him and actually giggles, he gets curious.

"You gonna share with the class?" He dries his hands with a dish towel and turns to Caitlin, who grins as she turns her phone around so he can see the screen.

What he sees there makes his jaw drop and he knows exactly who's to blame, seeing as she's right beside him in the picture. It's actually a nice picture of him and Iris, or would be, if it wasn't for the flower crowns superimposed on both their heads. "How did she send you that?" he asks. "I thought it was supposed to vanish after twenty seconds."

"Except for when you save it," Caitlin explains. "Which Barry obviously did when Iris sent it to him." She studies the picture again, taps the screen of her phone a couple of times. "Don't worry, he promised he won't send it to anyone else."

Joe isn't so sure of that but decides it's better not to protest overmuch. In fact, there might just be a better way of handling this. "You'd better not be saving that," he says and from the quirk of her eyebrow, that's just what she had been doing. "How are people gonna think I'm a big bad police detective if they see me with flowers in my hair?" As he says it, he crosses over to stand in front of her and she smiles up at him as she lays her phone face down on the counter.

"It's not like I'm going to show it to anyone." She pauses, lifts her finger to her chin theatrically as if something has just occurred to her. "Although maybe..."

She lets her voice trail off, actually bats her eyelashes at him and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Caitlin's arms slide around his waist in kind, her hair tickling his forearms as she tilts her head. "But that would be a crime, Detective," she tells him, her hands sliding down his back and slipping into the back pockets of his jeans. "You might have to arrest me." She pressed her body against his, using the position of her hands to bring their lower bodies as close as possible. "Read me my rights." She rose up on tiptoes, brushed her lips over his, catching his bottom lip between her teeth and pulling gently. "Put me in handcuffs..."

"Handcuffs?" Joe's lips find hers again as his hands follow the same path as hers had taken, slowly tracing the curves of her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. "You want me to frisk you too?"

Caitlin smiles against his lips, laughs as he scoops her up in his arms, carries her into the living room and the couch - it is Sunday morning after all and they have the place to themselves until evening. "Is this where I promise to come quietly?"

He laughs as he lays her down on the couch, covers his body with hers. "Oh baby," he says as he leans in to kiss her, "I sure hope not."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, zombie apocalypse au

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

The zombie comes out of nowhere, stepping in front of Joe's path before he can get anywhere near the entrance to STAR Labs. His hand goes to his side arm, even if he knows it's going to be useless and he looks around, trying to come up with an alternative strategy for getting inside. None readily presents itself and Joe's stomach sinks as there's the unmistakable noise of another zombie approaching him from behind.

Then there's the reverberation of a shotgun blast and the zombie in front of him hits the ground with a thud, a smoking hole in his back. Joe looks up in shock, sees Caitlin standing near the entrance, Cisco's super strength anti-zombie rifle cradled in her arms. Her eyes meet his, grow wide. "Don't just stand there," she orders. "Run!"

He runs.

Once he's inside and the door is securely bolted, he breathes a sigh of relief as they make their way to the cortex. "What were you thinking?" she berates him after she presses her finger to the pad and the elevator begins to climb. "Didn't you see the time?"

Joe runs a hand over his face. "I didn't check," he admits, knowing he'd screwed up.

"Sunset wasn't a clue?" She's not going to let him off the hook, he knows because he's seen her like this with Barry and Cisco when they've pushed their luck. He's discovering it's not so easy to be on the other side.

"Caitlin." He lays his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him. Her eyes meet his for the second time tonight, still wide, but this time he can see the fear inside, can feel the tremor running through her body. "I'm sorry I scared you."

Her breath leaves her in a rush and she leans into him, rests her forehead against his shoulder. "Don't do it again." Her voice is muffled against his jacket and he smiles into her hair as he pulls her close.

"Thanks for saving my life." The elevator stops then and they step out into the corridor, his hand finding hers as they fall into step and an easy silence together. "Where is everyone?" he asks when they get into the cortex and find it deserted.

"Iris and Wally went home an hour ago. Before sunset." The last is said pointedly and he squeezes her hand in another apology. "Cisco and Barry are out patrolling - they'll head back to your place straight after, Cisco was planning to crash on the couch."

Joe can feel his eyebrows climbing. "They left you here alone?"

He knows it's the wrong thing to say when Caitlin visibly bristles. "I can take care of myself." She lays Cisco's rifle on the table. "And they left me this." Her lips tighten and a visible shudder wracks her slender frame. "Thank goodness."

Considering what could have happened if she hadn't been there, he's not going to argue. Instead he steps forward and hugs her. "So... you were going to stay here tonight?"

She nods. "I was running tests, they weren't finished... besides, this is one of the safest places in the city after dark." Cisco's been working overtime on various security safeguards and they've never been breached yet. "Looks like we're both stranded here."

The last is said with a look up at him and a twinkle in her eye that definitely wasn't there a few moments ago. One of her hands rests over his heart and he feels himself smile as his arms go around her waist. "Why, Doctor Snow... whatever shall we do?"

She shrugs, brings her body into closer contact with his. "I'm sure we'll think of something to pass the time..."

Sure enough, they do.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any f/m, catching the bouquet and garter at a wedding respectively

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, surprisingly cuddly dragon(s)

Fill -- Harper Hall of Pern (books)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

"Oh my goodness!" Audiva stares at the little blue fire lizard that's just collapsed on her arm. His tiny wedge-shaped head rests in her palm, while his slim body, still damp from hatching, is supported by her forearm. His wings droop. "Is he alright?"

Menolly chuckles. "That's perfectly typical, as you'll soon find out."

All very well for her to say. She has nine fire lizards and knows all about them. Audiva is thrilled to have one of her own, but she knows she has a lot to learn.

"I told you, when they first hatch, they eat themselves senseless. That's the pattern for the first few seven days."

"He's so soft," Audiva marvels. Menolly really is the best friend a girl could have. Imagine giving her a fire lizard egg as a Turn's End gift!

"His hide will toughen up as he grows. His claws will get harder and sharper, too," Menolly adds. "You'll want a padded shoulder guard like I have."

"He's such a pretty shade of blue."

"He is rather darker than my blue. We won't have any trouble telling him and Old Uncle apart." Menolly smiles at her friend. "Any thoughts on what you'll call him?"

Audiva can't resist running her finger down the little blue's back. His tail twitches, but otherwise he doesn't stir. "He's the color the sky turns just as the sun has set. I think I'll call him Nightshade."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Alanna/George, bickering and cuddling

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any tv), anypair, cuddling instead of actually working like they are supposed to be

Fill: Enterprise, Hoshi Sato/Elizabeth Cutler

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Hoshi smiles at Elizabeth as she enters the lab. “You called for me?”

Elizabeth’s answering grin is warm. “I did. When we were on the surface, the locals gave me a book detailing the local entomology.” She waves it. “Some of it’s easy to puzzle out, but because there’s so much specific vocabulary, I’m having a hard time translating it. I thought you might be able to help.”

“Of course. Though I didn’t bring the UT…”

“You can go back for it later. Just take a look?”

“All right.” Hoshi seats herself next to the other woman, who slides the book over in front of her. “What exactly are you having trouble with?”

Elizabeth points to a passage accented by a photograph of a brilliantly purple insect with seven legs, all tipped with wicked-looking claws. “Apparently these are important to the local food chain, but they’re dying off in droves. If I can get some basic information, I can start to try figuring out why.”

Hoshi smiles at her dedication. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Away missions? Getting to actually do something important?” Elizabeth laughs. “Of course! Even if it’s just bugs, I get to be a part of saving the day for once.”

“You always save my day,” Hoshi croons, and wraps her arms around the other woman even as her girlfriend rolls her eyes. “I missed you when you were away, you now.”

“I know. Me too.” Elizabeth leans into her and kisses her cheek. “Hopefully one of these days we’ll get to go together.”

“Maybe…” Hoshi muses, not really thinking about future missions, merely relishing being close to her. It had been a long few days alone.

Elizabeth sighs softly, one hand smoothing over Hoshi’s hair. “We’re supposed to be working, you know,” she says gently.

“Just five more minutes,” Hoshi begs, tightening her grip.

“Two more minutes,” Elizabeth relents, kissing her again. “Then we get to translating this. We can get reacquainted when we’re both off duty.”

Hoshi’s lips curve against her skin. “I like the sound of that.”