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]

Star Wars, author’s choice, if the Federation had killed Amidala’s handmaidens, so Sabe had to take Padme’s place for good

Fill. Star Wars, Sabe, Obi-Wan Kenobi. AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

It was night now, the balcony she'd taken to awash in scant moonlight; the rest of the palace was gone into the city and into their chambers, celebrating however they pleased the battle they'd fought and won.

Sabe could hear the joy from the people.

Her people.

The thought made her whimper.

A whispered, “Your Highness,” dragged Sabe's attention to the doorway where Obi-Wan was standing, his face as drawn and sad as her own. She sighed—the Jedi had to know what had happened, had to have felt it—and she nodded at him with a small, wan smile, inviting him to join her as she leaned against the banister.

For a little while, they were both quiet, lost in grief and uncertainty. Then, after Ani shrieked loudly below, Obi-Wan murmured, “So we have both lost our masters.”

“Yes, we have,” Sabe replied, “and it is... unnerving.”

He glanced around before nodding, admitting, “I can feel it, what I must do, but the task is great and I am not Qui-Gon.”

The hand that took his was warm and Obi-Wan squeezed her fingers gently, before Sabe told him, “And I am not Padmé. Her life was spent in service to her people, to Naboo and politics. I am...” she dropped her eyes to glow of the buildings before her and the words fell from her lips. “This is the first time in our history that we have lost our ruler. I was her First Handmaiden. The Council believes that I am an appreciable replacement for her, that so long as I do not reveal my inexperience, the people will remain calm while the advisers determine what it is we must do.”

He squeezed her fingers again; he too was looking out at the city, but he seemed to see so much more than that as well. Or, more likely, the headiness of what they'd lost and what was now happening had failed to be hidden behind his Jedi training.

Either way, Obi-Wan said, “We are both in positions we had not foreseen, but I can promise you that your advisers will guide you well and if you have need of them, the Jedi Council will be there to help.”

“I'm grateful for that offer, but I think what I, what we, will need most are friends.”

“That we will.”

[tigriswolf]

Star Wars, Sabe, she survives all the way ‘til after Return of the Jedi and finally dies at peace – only to wake up on the morning she’s assigned as Amidala’s decoy. Does she attempt to change the future?

Multiple Fills: Everything Changes and Play the Game

[jacquelee]

I realized that I am not going to be able to write this awesome, amazing prompt (that totally got me into the handmaiden fandom which I hadn't even known to be a thing before this) in just one story, so instead, I made it a series on AO3, here: Star Wars AU, Sabé changes history

The first two installments, Everything Changes and Play the Game are already up and I will keep adding to this series, because I have so many ideas for this. :D

[tigriswolf]

Star Wars, author’s choice, how is Padme Amidala remembered in the galaxy?

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Star Wars AU where Harry’s a jedi knight with downtime due to injury so he keeps visiting the younglings and Louis’ in charge of a group of them (or vice versa)

[tigriswolf]

One Direction RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson + Zayn Malik & Liam Payne & Niall Horan, Gundam Wing Mobile Suit pilot AU

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven & Amy Pond, he comes back for when she's a child

Fill

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

It is a pity, future himselves will think, that this one preferred playing benevolent god over caring grandfather.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any/all companions, they meet up to discuss their Doctor(s) and adventures

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, I'm too shy to express my sexual needs except over the phone to people I don't know. (Garry Shandling)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Wedge Antilles, grounded (as in not allowed to fly, not sent to his room, lol)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, any X-wing pilots, modern day fighter pilots au

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, any, X-Files AU

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, what's done in the dark.

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Atlantis. Royalty AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The invasion had been quickly executed, the Aemulae filling Atlantis' walls before the evacuation was half complete, yet John had taken some solace in the idea that his family had been safely spirited to Lapis where the Royal Guard would keep them safe. It would take more time than Rodney had patience to remove the forces and Rodney would likely be furious with the state of Atlantis when he returned, but at least John could apologize to her later for the damage he would inflict upon her.

“Incursus protocol,” John commanded, his fighter alongside the soloturae Caldwell.

Steven answered, “Yes, sir,” with a hint of anger in his voice and John wondered for a spare second if he'd finally gotten the man's respect.

He turned away, his men following and reminded them, “They have been given mercy and shown kindness. In return, they've attacked us and killed our people,” he stared at his HUD, Atlantis shining with her own rage below, “and now they've seen fit to invade our city. Let us remind them who we are.”

A chorus of agreement came through, the entirety of the fleet calling out, and amid it all, as John set himself to dive toward the water, toward the stella coegi, Atlantis herself told him, Still here.

John didn't understand and she repeated, Still here.

The cephenes launched, the stella coegi damaged and preventing Atlantis from taking off, John said, Of course you're still here.

An image of Rodney, of Elizabeth, of Evan, flashed on the HUD.

And John's heart seized in his chest.

Are they safe?

A darkened corridor came to John's mind, the one leading to King Janus' private laboratorium.

It was a hiding spot that could not last forever—the damned Aemulae held themselves together with resonance, they would easily find the entrance—and John felt his blood run cold: they could come for him, they could attack him and his home all they wanted, but they could not and would not get Rodney.

And John, steady and contained, ordered, “We give them no quarter,” as his fighter burst from the water.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, any, someone finds a box full of chocolate.

Fill (slightly AU, not completely series conform): Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Part 1

Glenn couldn't wait finally to come home and to see Maggie's wonderful eyes sparkling when he would show her what he had found.

A box of chocolate. He had discovered it in the basement of an abandoned house. An exclusive one, golden with red letters and the emblem of a crown. The plastic sheet covered with dust and ripped at some places, but still intact.

Hard to believe that it still had been there, well hidden between old cans with motor oil and rusted tools. Maybe it had been meant as a gift, a surprise for a birthday or an anniversary. But then the zombie apocalypse had changed all, had turned the world around for everyone, and there was no room anymore to think about celebrating a birthday. It was only to survive the next day. Or to die and to get turned into a zombie.

Glenn refused to think about the fate of the young guy who had bought this box of chocolate once for the girl he loved. He preferred to picture Maggie's eyes, her smile. And her belly which started to show first signs of her pregnancy.

Since she was pregnant, she had developed a hearty appetite for everything sweet. Which wasn't easy to appease; sugar was rare, and Rick wasn't willing to waste it.

:::

He had almost reached the prison when he found her. Hidden among trees and bushes, curled up a like a ball.

Glenn stopped and cowered down, then he slowly pulled the scrubs aside. Two brown eyes stared at him, big and full of fear.

„What are you doing here alone,“ Glenn asked in a soft voice.
„Where are the others?“

He did remember that group of people who had camped near the prison some days ago. They had had a discussion about it if they should offer them a safe place to stay for a night or two. Beth had said it would be human to share, but Rick had insisted that, after the virus had killed the pig and most of the chicken and a lot of them still were suffering in the aftermath of the flu, not able to go hunting, they barely had enough for themselves to survive. As the leader of the group, he had had the last say. And even if Glenn felt pity for the people, it had to be difficult to survive out there, always on the run, without much protection, he actually agreed with Rick.

The little girl, maybe 5 or 6 years old, much too skinny, almost famished, weakly shook her head.
„They are gone,“ she whispered.

Gone!? Caught by the Walker? Very unlikely. He and Daryl had kept watch during the last nights; they had to spend particular attention to the little camp because Rick always demanded special guard when strangers were around. No sign of a zombie attack, not even a single one who was on the hunt alone. This allowed only one conclusion: the girl had been the weak point of the group, and they had decided to leave her behind.

Glenn cursed inwardly. He thought of Maggi and the baby they would have soon and he knew, no matter what Rick would say, he would never forgive himself when he left the girl to her fate. Without any help, she was lost out here.

„You can't stay here,“ he said and stretched out his hand. The girl moved back.
„No need to be afraid. I won't hurt you. My name is Glenn. What's yours?“

She shrugged.
„Sloven. Biach.“

Shit. Glenn swallowed hard. Whatever the group had had to go through, his sympathy was gone, and they could call themselves happy that they weren't around anymore. Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to stay calm.

„Well,“ he said and tried hard not to show his anger, no need to scare her even more.
„I guess, we can find out later. First of all, you should come out there.“

:::

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis, any, slice of life.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Penelope Garcia + Derek Morgan, calling just to hear his voice.

Fill

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

It was still dark outside but the phone didn't stop ringing. Drowsy Derek grabbed for it, inwardly hoping that someone had just dialed the wrong number instead of a new case. He still had to fight with the aftermath of the last one.

"Morgan."

Soft sniffing alarmed him.
"Hello? Who's there?"

"You are still alive."

At one stroke he was wide awake.
"Baby girl? Are you okay?"

A long pause, then barely suppressed sobs.
"Sorry, I needed to call just to hear your voice."

Still not knowing what was going on it tug at his heartstrings to hear her in that state. There was a special bond between them; Garcia was the most wonderful woman he had ever met. A lot of people would call her geeky or slightly eccentric; for him, she was brilliant and warm-hearted; with her happiness and confidence, she did help him even through the hardest cases.

"I will come by," he told her.
"Just give me half an hour."

"Don't," she answered quickly; the panic in her voice started to fade away only slowly.
"It was a hard week, you need some time to rest.

I'm fine. Just a nightmare. I will have a glass of wine and then go back to sleep."

Nightmares. That was something Derek knew well; all of them knew. It was a part of the job. They were well-trained, psychologists were there around the clock to support them. But sometimes it just wasn't enough. He thought about the pictures they had sent to Garcia; pictures of unknown children, fouled up beyond all recognition and Gracia had given them a face again, a name.

And there was nothing that could hold him back for longer.
"Just thirty minutes, baby-girl," he said.
"You have the wine, I'll bring the pizza. Sounds like a date."

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, that's sick, as in seek a therapist sick.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, talking about movies or TV

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any m/m or any/Natasha or any/Maria, writing on the body

Fill -- A Girl's Best Friends

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Too big to fit here

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8184898

[daria234.livejournal.com]

NCIS:LA or Hawaii 5-0 or White Collar or Chuck or Burn Notice or Arrow or The Flash, any m/m, determined to break him of the habit

Fill: H50, McDanno

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Steve saw the look on Danny’s face after Kono admitted she’d had sex on her surfboard, the one she’d let Danny use to learn, he knew what he had to do.

If he wanted to break Danny’s habit of wearing a freakin’ tie on the job in Hawaii, he’d have to make sure to utterly ruin ties for Danny.

It was pretty easy to catch Danny unawares as he was headed into his apartment, blindfold him, wrestle him into the bedroom. Danny fought hard until Steve whispered in his ear, It’s me.

“Steve? What -?”

But Danny was a lot more pliant as Steve stripped him out of his clothes, laid him out on the bed. He was even grinning when Steve tied his wrist to the bedpost.

“Silk? Very nice.”

“Only the best for you,” Steve said softly, and Danny submitted to being bound.

When Danny was fully tied down to the bed, Steve undressed himself save one article of clothing, and then he knelt on the bed beside Danny, leaned in, and began nibbling his way down Danny’s throat.

Danny hummed happily, arching into the touch. Steve knew all of Danny’s most sensitive spots, made sure he took his time getting from one to the next and then lavishing attention there, smirking against Danny’s skin when he writhed and moaned.

“You know,” Steve whispered, “when I was stationed in Japan, I picked up a few things about ropes and knots beyond what most sailors know.” He twined a length of silk around Danny’s hips. “Shibari, if done properly, can restrict blood flow in such a way so as to prevent orgasm - until the one in control of the ropes determines his partner is ready. How long do you think you can last?”

Danny’s response was incoherent, and Steve smiled.

For the next hour, Steve drew Danny to the edge over and over and over again with his hands and mouth and cock and the delicate touch of silk, and then, when Danny probably couldn’t take anymore, he unfastened the silk at Danny’s hips, and Danny came, hard. Steve followed not soon after. Instead of pulling out and curling up beside Danny like he usually did, he reached up and unfastened Danny’s blindfold.

Danny, panting, stared at him. “Damn, Steve, that was - are you wearing one of my times?”

Steve grinned at him.

Danny craned his neck. “You - these are my ties? You turned all my ties into sex toys?”

“What can I say? For a cop from Jersey, you have great taste in silk ties.”

“Damn,” Danny muttered. “I’m never going to be able to look at a tie the same way again.”

Steve counted that as a win, the next day, when Danny came into 5-0 headquarters without a tie. Kono and Chin gave him high fives for finally embracing island life. When they asked how he’d finally been ready to make the change, Danny blushed and mumbled something like it’s time, I guess, and shot Steve a sharp look when the other two weren’t looking. Steve, just to mess with Danny, wore a tie to dinner that night.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU or DCU, any two characters who regularly interact in canon, submitting to a very dominant kiss

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Emma/Regina or Charming/Regina or Charming/Hook, sharing a kink and being surprised that the other person likes it too

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with werewolves, any + werewolf, the werewokf is made to wear the Cone of shame following an injury

not a fill, yet

[(Anonymous)]

As soon as this site lets me log in and stay logged in I'm filling this so hard!

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, anypair + any other, (925):
I'M OFFICIATING THIS WEDDING. HOLY SHIT.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson+ ensemble, Sam's First Wedding (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8195632)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN or RPF) any/any (+any?), (714):
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.

(206):
Definitely not.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any superhero or supervillain fandom(s), anypair, Your OTP in a perfectly healthy, happy relationship. Person A is the famous superhero who constantly saves the world. Person B happens to be the super villain who is hellbent on taking over the world. Neither of them know of the other’s secret identity, but are constantly complaining to each other about their respective arch-nemesis.