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]

Elementary/Harry Potter, author’s choice, how first year goes if Harry were raised by Jamie Moriarty instead of the Dursleys

Mini-fill: At the end of year 1 at Hogwarts

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"And how did it feel?" Aunt Jamie asked him, leaning in. Curious.

"It felt... I guess... I expected it to feel so good. But instead, I felt like I wanted to throw up."

He looked up, and he could tell Aunt Jamie was just a little bit disappointed. But she was looking at him with compassion, not anger.

"It's all right," she told him, patting him on the shoulder. "It gets easier every time you do it."

Harry's forehead wrinkled. "But... I killed Voldemort. It's done. Why would I ever need to kill again?"

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, tousling his hair. "You have so much to learn."

[tigriswolf]

Ash vs the Evil Dead/The Walking Dead, author's choice, "What the fucking fuck is going on?"

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author's choice, one decision changes everything

Fill

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, please not Slytherin, chants Harry mentally, grasping at the sitting stool beneath him desperately searching for a sense of stability.

Oh you are a determined one, whispers the hat, a strange new voice invading his head, thoughts and memories all at once while pushing his own voice aside. With a sigh it relents, amusement and curiously in its voice as it continues, I suppose we could try something else if you're so sure.

Harry can feel the smile on his face grow as the hat proclaims his house, his new home, to their awaiting audience:

Hufflepuff!

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the outcome of a single battle that changed the world

Fill: Jeremiah (TV) - Mr. Smith

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Smith was lying on his small bed though he knew he wouldn't find much sleep tonight. It was much too quiet in the Mountain. Everyone seemed to prepare for the next day.

The final battle was inevitable. And however it would end, afterward the world wouldn't be the same anymore.

Markus had sent the children to a safe place, the women were ready to defend the Mountain against possible intruders while the men would go outside, to face up to Daniel's army.

Everyone had his own reason to be a part of this.

Markus was sure that this was the only way to ensure the future of the world. When Daniel would come to power he would exploit the earth and all people living on it would end as his slaves.

Jeremiah felt still torn apart between love and hate for Libby. After years of loneliness, he had found her, had opened his heart. And she had betrayed him; had used him and his love and trust to get the information Daniel needed to destroy the Mountain. No one did blame him but himself.

Kurdy had never questioned his position as the leader of the army. When Markus had asked him to take over the difficult task he hadn't hesitated even for a second. Though Smith knew that he hated the thought of mindless blood-shedding.

And Smith himself? He had never had a chance to keep out of all this. Not since God had decided to make him his messenger. He wasn't much more than a hand-puppet anymore.

"You will be by their side tomorrow," God had told him.
"When the day will be over they will need you."

And Smith refused to think about it what this was supposed to mean. When the time was there he would do what needed to be done.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, One Direction (Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles), the moment Louis realized they couldn't trust Simon Cowell at all

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Highlander: the Series, Methos (+any), I worshiped gods I don't believe in, then they bit my ass.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

bbc Sherlock, any rare pair/threesome, one is an unexpectedly good chef

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Doctor Strage{any media}, Stephen Strange, galaxies

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, any+\any,
" we're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor"(Dropkick Murphys)

Not a fill

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

--but thanks for the earworm!

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, going home

FILL: SPN, Sam & Dean, family fluff/brother love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

The hunts are exhausting and the days are tiresome. However, the bright side of the sun, they are together again and that is all that matters. Sam is safe and at his side, riding shotgun where he is meant to be. They left Stanford behind them and all the horrors that created a river of tears.

The past few months have been baby steps to coming home, even with the daunting task of finding Dad and Jessica’s killer, they have found a slice of happiness, if only a little bit. The dark cloud of Jessica’s death and finding their wayward father still looms over their head like a dark cloud, yet what is important is they are family once again.

Relaxing on the lumpy motel mattress, Sam smiles softly as he watches a trail of wispy steam follow his big brother out of the bathroom. He breathes in the aroma of clean soap and aftershave that shudders through his body, the rich, warm scent practically tiptoeing after Dean.

His brother is barefoot and dressed in baggy sweats and one of Sam’s big, oversized, cozy hoodies; it is so large for his brother’s lean frame it dwarfs him in the ways like a little kid wearing their parents' clothes, it's adorable. His blond hair is spiky-wild while his sprinkled freckled cheeks are warm and rosy red.

A little smile dances on Dean's pink lips, and he looks... happy. Blissful, even. No sign of stress or anxiety written on his young handsome face. A juicy, mouthwatering burger awaits him, they grabbed grub before heading to the motel, and Sam’s anticipating Dean to snatch it up and go to his own bed on the other side of the motel and devour the meal with gusto, but to his surprise, Dean ignores the food and plops down on his bed with him and tugs him closer, cuddling him.

Sam is frozen for a moment in time; Dean never passes up a burger and he certainly doesn’t cuddle. That is not his brother. Only tonight, it is. Dean is exhausted, they have been hunting non-stop trying to find Dad in between daunting cases, and he is worn out not only physically, but emotionally as well. All he wants to do is be close to Sam.

There has been friction between them over how they should handle finding dad—Sam wants to call the law enforcement and put out a missing person report, they have not heard from John in months, but Dean had put his foot down about calling the authorities; he knows John is out there hunting, alive and safe, and flying under the radar.

They haven’t really had the time to bond and just be brothers, be a family again, and Dean would be lying if he said he had not missed spending time with his little brother.

Dean yawns, mumbles something about wanting to stay in bed and watch a movie tonight. He smiles softly, carding his fingers through Sam’s shaggy hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes before his arms embrace Sam tighter, snuggling the younger man to his chest. His hands scratch softly through Sam's hair, earning him a low, blissful groan as Sam melts into his arms.

Never in his life would Sam think Dean would want to cuddle, but it seems like that is what is on tap for the night, and well, Sam is more than a little alright with that. He has missed his brother and he cannot remember the last time he relaxed. Dean is warm and soft, and it feels good to be held, to be close enough to feel safe like something evil and deadly is coming to hurt him.

Kicking off his shoes, Sam wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and lays his head on his chest, sighing softly. The movie is playing on screen, but he doesn’t pay it any attention.

He is too busy listening to the steady beating of Dean’s heart, the sound akin to the gentle hug of coming home.

♥ END ♥

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Harry's soulmate tattoo says "Pass the ketchup," and he's always hated it because who says that the first time they meet someone?

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Soulmate AU

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Conviction, Tess Larson/Hayes Morrison, my new neighbor is smoking hot and i didn’t even like women until now and she has a garden and plants flowers in her bikini and i am dying inside AU

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, “You sell bibles door to door and keep showing up at my house and I’m horribly unreligious, but you look like you’re trying so hard and are kinda cute so I don’t have the heart to tell you to fuck off” AU

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Rick Grimes/Negan, “i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car”

Fill: No Going Back

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

The lord giveth, Negan thinks, grinning into the sun as he revs up to eighty on the highway. And he better not taketh this away. “Tell me, Loverboy, do you like Metallica?” He crams a tape into the dashboard cassette player.

The man next to him doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t said anything since he hopped into the passenger seat of Negan’s glossy black 1967 Chevy Impala, rice still falling out of his hair, his tux a crumpled mess, and gasped, “Get me out of here.”

“If you’re not gonna fill the silence with the undoubtedly dulcet tones of your voice,” Negan continues, “then we’re listening to “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” The tape finishes rewinding and he jams the play button with his thumb. “This was my wife’s favorite album. Hard rock chick, she was, and a real babe. Met her at an AC/DC concert over in Houston.” The zippers on his jacket jangle together when he draws his hand back and begins drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “I swear she would’ve gotten the old Baptist ladies to play “Highway to Hell” on the church organ at the funeral if her momma woulda permitted.”

Talking about Lucille feels good—it’s been too long to let the memories hurt him. Instead, he smiles, looking over at his new friend. The man shakes in his too-big suit, fists clenched at his sides. He’s not wearing a wedding band. “Hell, you ain’t older than twenty if a day,” Negan says. He wonders if this kid knocked a gal up and tried to do right by her before chickening out. It wouldn’t be unheard of. “I woulda ran, too.”

“I prefer country music,” the man yells over the beginning of the song, and Negan is so surprised that he laughs, slapping the man on the thigh. He just stares out the window, gorgeous curly hair whipping in the wind.

“You got a name, handsome?”

There’s a long, guitar-filled pause. “Rick,” the man says, turning to face Negan, and good fucking lord, he has the most stunning blue eyes this side of the Mason-Dixon. He’s got a little desperation in there, too, like a lost little puppy looking for a master. Maybe he’s running from something more than a wife, Negan thinks, lips curling into a smile.

“Well, Rick,” he says, one arm resting on the edge of the window frame. “My name’s Negan. And I think we’re going to be good friends.”

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers, Writing 'Dear Abby' (or some other columnist) about his 'weird coworkers'.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files/Leverage, Any(+any)+Any(+Any), That really bizarre con involving aliens.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, 12 days of love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, crossroads

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any (or any/any), Light from the Dark

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, A Way Home

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, Ensemble. Deaged AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The message came to her through the same channels as always.

Only the person sent to deliver it... well, Sam knew more from Evan's appearance at her door than anything he'd say.

For a moment, neither spoke, then, with an infinite terror hidden in the whisper of her voice, did she ask, “Who?”

And he answered, “Daniel.”

---

Elizabeth had retired years ago, but still found herself acting on the city's behalf from time to time: her name had become one that instilled both awe and fear among the people of Pegasus and the SGC was not above asking for her help when necessary.

It was certainly necessary right now with John O'Neill practically sitting on his brother to keep Rodney from taking off to parts unknown; Ronon was standing by, seemingly laconic as usual but Elizabeth could see the simmering anger that was no doubt directed toward Niall Johanssen, the military leader of Daniel's assigned Gate team.

“Well, I've been given a brief summation, but I could use some fleshing out of details. So, who wants to tell me their version of events?”

Johanssen looked right at her, answering, “The problem is none of us have a version of events, ma'am.”

John's mutter was just audible enough for Elizabeth to catch, “Because it's us,” and she had to force herself to not nod at that.

“Then tell me what you know.”

---

She hadn't gone through the 'Gate in years and oh, that was a feeling she'd so missed—feeling pulled apart and whole simultaneously—but she couldn't savor it for long, not with all eyes in the Gateroom on her and on Jack.

“As you were,” she told them, not expecting nor getting a soul to listen to her. Instead, Richard Woolsey announced, “I believe you were given an order,” and activities resumed; he descended the stairs to greet them both, then led them up to the conference room, John and Rodney looking worse for wear as they sat with a handful of the old guard.

They stood though, once they caught sight of their parents. John stayed in his spot while Rodney crossed to Sam and hugged her, saying, “I'm sorry... I was supposed to go with them.”

“Then you'd be missing.” She pulled back some, looking him in the eyes as she added, “This is the dangers I warned you about, okay? This is the program.”

“Yeah. I know.”

She sighed then, taking his hand as she stepped back and went to the table; John was quietly talking with Jack, but stopped once everyone was seated and Sam looked at each of them in turn.

For a moment there was silence.

(A handful of them felt strange, gathered together after so long, the lingering remnants of the program's hayday. They couldn't linger on it long, however, because if there was one thing they'd learned from the Stargate Program, it was that time was never on their side.)

“So,” Sam said, “what's the rescue plan?”

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, Life, Some Assembly Required

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, some days you should've just stayed in bed.

FILL: Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec, fluff/cuddling

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Most nights, Alec collapses into Magnus’ arms that catch him like he is a falling star. He has no trouble finding the dream world when his soul mate holds him tight, the darkness doesn’t knock fearful against his chest and throb within the clutches of his ribcage with the most unpleasant sensation to send shivers down his spine.

He finds peace and grace in Magnus’ embrace. He is bathed in whispering soothing words of comfort and love and escapes into a gentle touch and soothing comfort. Magnus kisses his cheek delicately, softly, and the affection renders Alec breathless as he slips off into the realm of sweet dreams. When he awakens, he doesn’t have a care in the world. His heart is light as a feather, the desire to fly high up in the sky radiating with his joyful soul.

Magnus’ beautiful smile greets him when his eyes open, a soft, kindhearted, gentle smile on his face takes the air from his lungs and leaves him breathless. As dawn rises on the horizon, they speak not one word yet communicate with adoring gazes that shimmer like diamonds and adoring smiles that make their cheeks flush rosy red. Their words are left unspoken on the floor with their disrobed closes. They haven’t left the bed all morning… the day has greeted them with a smile and a kiss of golden sun rays, and yet they linger in between the puffy white pillows and soft silk sheets, kissing breathlessly.

Stubble prickles across his sun-warm cheek and Alec giggles; it’s a long moment before his tummy stops shaking as Magus tickles him. He is so overjoyed he can’t help the beaming smile that spreads across his angelic face. He murmurs something about getting out of bed and showering, eating breakfast, an attempt to be a somewhat productive Shadowhunter, but Magnus playfully silences him with a sweet kiss, gently nipping his lips.

With Magnus nestles into his side with an arm tossed across his waist to hold him in a tender embrace, Alec has trouble breathing because his heart is so filled with affection and love. He has not stopped grinning all morning, and the thought of parting from his soul mate nearly makes him writhe in sorrow.

Devotion and pure love have set fire to his soul, the sweet touch of Magus’ lips upon his warm his body, heating his soul to the point he is nearly burning with the flames of desire that blaze up and down his body. He closes his eyes as they cuddle, basking in the warmth, their bodies cocooning together in this heavenly bliss. He hums and grins, his cheeks blossom rosy red as Magnus’s sweet lips caress his.

True, they should rise and shine, but Alec simply doesn’t have the willpower to leave this bed of love. Therefore, he snuggles in close to Magus and gently kisses his forehead, and drowns his soul in Magnus’ warmth and love wrapped around him in an everlasting embrace.

♥ END ♥

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate (any), any, anywhere but here.

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, The Boys. Deaged AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The blessing of the head injury was hallucinations—he knew nothing of what was happening and he never would.

“Danny!”

He looked up from the book he'd been reading, a new biography on his old life, to find John had caught a snow-wave and was casually sliding toward him.

“Not bad,” Rodney shouted at their brother from the dorm window, “A solid five.”

“Five? Seriously? That was worth a seven, minimum!”

Not that they made much sense, mainly a mish-mash of events from childhood and adolescence that his mind somehow weaved together, but as he would later learn, far better than acknowledging what was actually going on.

(When he asked John, a week after his brothers had come careening into the dungeon where he'd been kept, what he'd seen, John had only replied, “Hell.”

Asked the same thing, Rodney would go stony and leave the room.)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, if they could see me now.

FILL: Eyewitness, Philip/Lukas, first love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

The snow has tumbled from the sky all day. Their little town is blanked in pure white and the chilly wisp of winter makes Lukas cuddle in close to the warm body pressed against him. It’s risky to be so openly affectionate in public, their town is not as open hearted as the city, hate still walks the streets, but the neighborhood is nearly deserted on such a freezing day; for now, Lukas feels like he is free...if only for a little while.

He raises his hands and takes a handful of hair as he gently tugs his boyfriend closer, smirking softly when the shorter teen curls up beneath his arm. They walk in silence for a little while, basking in the harmony that has hardly lingered in their life since they began this love dance. It is only when Philip stops and looks up, that Lukas feels his heart kick up a notch.

Gazing up at the mistletoe hanging overhead, Lukas feels a flush running up his neck and settling on his cheeks with a rosy warm touch. His boyfriend steps closer, smiling at him with sweet fondness, and rises up on his tiptoes to kiss him, his hands curling on the curve of his hip. Lukas feels a bit weak in the knees, the taste of his lover’s lips starting a fire-storm in his heart. His legs nearly give out as a tingle settles in his lips as they kiss, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull Philip closer.

His boyfriend showers his face with kisses, so open with his love without fear of judgment from a town of closed minded people, and the freedom to kiss Philip with such passion is nearly intoxicating to Lukas. To be able to kiss the man he loves, to hold him, without worry or fear, is the greatest feeling in the world. Like he has wings, he can fly.

Smiling sweetly, Philip melts against Lukas and lays his hands on his chest, the cotton threads warm under the sensation of a tender heart thumping in against his ribcage, beating to a sweet song of love.

♥ END ♥