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!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Beauty and The Beast AU in which Louis is Belle and Harry is the beast.

[tigriswolf]

The Librarians, Jenkins, what would his worst self be like?

[tigriswolf]

Lilo&Stitch, Stitch + Pelekai sisters, through the years

[tigriswolf]

Lilo&Stitch/Despicable Me, Lilo Pelekai/Edith, introducing her best friend from college to Stitch - and then bringing her home as her girlfriend

[tigriswolf]

Lilo & Stitch, Cobra Bubbles, his backstory

[tigriswolf]

any Disney movie(/any other Disney movie), author's choice, lesbian AU

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Beauty and The Beast AU in which Louis is Belle and Harry is the beast.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, Hopeless romantic.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, Milkshakes during the winter.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any het, first time the man goes down on the woman.

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, NC-17, The Perfect Happiness Work Around Pt 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Cordelia blinked her eyes open and saw a bunch of Romani words dancing in front of her face. She must have fallen asleep at some point during her research into Angel's curse.

She glanced up from the book she had been studying to see Wesley gazing at her sympathetically. "I was just going to tell you that I’m going home for the night."

Cordy yawned and looked down at the book she had been examining and the legal pad she had used to note what spells were in the book. Apparently, she had fallen asleep on a blessing for a prosperous and happy marriage. That was nice, she supposed, but not exactly relevant to Angel.

"I think we'll all be more refreshed and more likely to find something in the morning."

Cordelia closed the book and placed her legal pad on top before turning to face Wesley. "Probably. If there is anything to find." After two weeks with the entire team researching as much as possible, they hadn't been able to find a way to make Angel's soul permanent.

Wesley smiled in an attempt to be reassuring again. Next to Angel, everyone knew that she had the most personal investment in solving this particular issue. "I'm sure we will. Good night, Cordelia."

"Night Wes."

Wesley left the hotel, and Cordelia walked upstairs to Angel's room.

Angel was reading a book when she walked in. "Hey, Cordy." He glanced over at the alarm clock near the bed. "Wow, you were up really late."

Cordelia strode over to Angel's dresser and took out a fresh pair of panties and a set of pajamas that she wore when she slept at the hotel. "Wesley and I were looking into your curse. Kind of lost track of time."

"Find anything useful?"

Cordelia looked over at Angel to see that he had put the book on the bedside table and was sitting up expectantly. Cordy sighed, hating that she was going to have to crush Angel's hopes. Again.

"I found a spell on how to be a better cook. But, sorry, nothing on your curse." She gestured with the clothes she was holding. "I'm gonna go change now."

Angel nodded, and she could tell that he was trying to conceal his disappointment. Cordy entered the adjoining bathroom suite, closing the door behind her.

"You know, that cook thing might actually be useful. Do you think it only works for food in that culture? Because Fred sure eats a lot of tacos. It could save the team a ton of money if you learned to make them by scratch."

Cordy laughed. "I'm not sure. Think Fred would switch over to eating goulash?"

"I'm sure if it was edible, she'd wolf it down."

"Probably. I've never known someone with such a huge appetite."

Cordelia opened the door, dressed for bed, and was glad to see that the conversation about Fred had amused him enough to make him look a little less broody about his happiness clause issue. She lay on the bed next to Angel and kissed him. She giggled when he rolled on top of her to kiss her more deeply.

"Miss me?" she asked.

Angel smirked. "That book was interesting, but not half as interesting as you."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Sap."

Angel grinned. "I love you, too." And then he kissed her again, making Cordy moan and shut her eyes. Even just a kiss from him was ten times as erotic as anything she had experienced with anyone else.

Cordy gasped when one of Angel's hands slid under her top to massage her breast. He moved his kisses from her mouth to her jawline and then her neck. It was difficult for Cordelia to think through the haze of arousal.

"Uh, you know we haven't found a way to give you a permanent soul yet, right?" They rarely went even this far. It was better to avoid temptation altogether.

Angel began unbuttoning her pajama top. "I've been thinking."

"Dangerous," Cordy teased.

Angel grinned. "Funny. But, I was thinking there might never be a way to change my curse, and that's not very fair to you."

Cordelia frowned. They had already discussed this several times. "Angel, I told you. I love you, and I'm sticking with you no matter what." She knew the curse was his biggest insecurity, but Cordy hoped that she had made her point about it already.

She could feel Angel's smile as he nipped lightly at her collarbone. "I know. I was just thinking, I can't experience perfect happiness." He parted her unbuttoned top to expose her chest. "But that doesn't mean you can't."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, "I don't want fucking roses."

1/2 fill: Scream 1996, Billy/Stu

[tigriswolf]

It's easy, this thing with Billy, in a way nothing else has ever been. Stu is too much for everyone - too loud, too excited, too clever, too big (until 10th grade, when he shot up a foot in a year). Leslie and Johnny, both older, never had time for him and his parents gave him money just to make him stop bothering them, and the teachers at school only ever spoke to him to scold him.

Except for Billy. Billy sat beside him at lunch one day in 3rd grade, the new kid who didn't know better, didn't know that the Macher boy was trouble and annoying, and he asked if Stu had seen the latest Scooby-Doo (which of course he had, c'mon), and when Dave told Billy that afternoon that Stu was an idiot but he could come play kickball if he wanted, Billy kicked him in the balls, and Stu never looked back.

Stu has always been too much but with Billy to bounce off of, some of his edges smooth down. He learns to channel his wit and charm into a class clown persona, and his interest in the macabre isn't so worrisome to folks when couched in humor.

And Billy, Billy is the best thing that ever happens to Stu; he listens and he laughs and he lets Stu know when he's getting too close to freaking people out instead of entertaining them, and by the summer before senior year, when Billy is dancing around the Prescott girl, Stu knows exactly where he belongs. Billy needs Stu for camouflage, though they never discuss it aloud—the for as dark and frightening he can be, Billy’s the same. Billy always got people’s consideration, their excuses for anything questionable because he was an adorable kid who became a handsome young man, and Stu was awkward and funny-looking until his growth spurt.

But Billy, Stu alone knows, is even more twisted than him, and Stu is the only person Billy is ever himself around.

And it’s easy, since that lunch in 3rd grade. They grow and learn together, how to hide, how to fake, how to blend. They’re gonna get out of Woodsboro together, gonna write (Billy) and design (Stu) scary movies, they’re never gonna come back because they’re the only real things in the godforsaken town.

Stu never questioned that they’d get girlfriends and eventually wives, but they’d always be together, too. Girls were soft and breakable and they usually smelled good, and Stu knew that Casey (simple if good for a laugh) would be easy to fool should he ever need to. Stu liked looking at boys, too, but he would never—

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, "You interfere in my home and I'm the one who is insolent for complaining about it? How does that even work?"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, What you were doing was imposing your idea of help on me, as opposed to ACTUALLY helping me

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, the guest does not determine the running and operation of MY HOME, kindly FUCK RIGHT OFF

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

I'm sensing a theme here.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, anypair, domestic fluff please

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, anypair, cuddling and kissing

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (TV). Mazikeen & Laura Martin. how they spent Maze's first check.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time. Belle/Rumpelstiltskin. holiday

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse. any. setting the example

fill

[tigriswolf]

They remember her for a lot of reasons, but what it really comes down to is this:

At sixteen years old, she went willingly to her death. She was not the first, nor the last. Slayers died violently and they died young.

But when her friend, the boy who fought at her side, breathed life back into her, she rose to her feet and chased the monster.

She was not the first Slayer to battle a council of old men who had forgotten their purpose. Nor was she the last, as all who came after her took up that same scythe.

But she led the way. She defeated the monster that killed her, and she saved the world, and above all, they will remember that--

A scared child who strode into the darkness only because it was the right to do. There will be Slayers who choose to do evil with their abilities, but most will follow her.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any/any. romantic dinner

Fill: BtVS, Buffy/Angel Drabble

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

The plate on the table in front of Buffy contains scrambled eggs, toast and toaster waffles, and sausages straight from the microwave.

Angel slides both a steaming mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice in front of her to complete his presentation and backs off, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. “Sorry it’s all I know how to make,” he says.

Buffy smiles. “I love breakfast for dinner though.”

Angel takes this with his own smile and sits beside her, sipping from his mug.

Through the tinted window over the sink, the sun climbs higher into the sky.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. dark matter

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

Serenity belongs to you, it shines in your eyes
The grasses are greener over there
I'm not surprised

Insanity destroys my life, it's a fever in my veins
Somehow I'm a prisoner of myself, burnin' out again
("Insanity" by 666)

Fill 1/3: MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Flower Shop AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Moonlight puddled on the bedsheets, and washed out the color in the room. Steve had one leg on top of the sheets, one arm under the pillow, and his eyes on Bucky. He couldn’t help the resentment that burned just under his skin.

Bucky padded around the room on silent feet, his movements practiced as he pulled his pants up, leaving them unzipped. Did he really think Steve slept through him leaving every time? Did he think it was easy for Steve to wake up to an empty bed?

As always, Bucky hesitated, one hand on the door. But he never turned around; maybe he could feel Steve’s eyes on him.

Another minute, and Steve could hear the quiet snick of the front door closing. He punched the pillow, the one Bucky’d had his head on just ten minutes ago. It was always the same: kissing led to touching, touching led to fucking, and after it was all said and done Bucky was gone.

He never spent the night.

Steve knew Bucky had his reasons, that it probably wasn’t a reflection on his feelings for Steve. That didn’t make it hurt any less.

*o*o*o*

The work table was littered with roses. Steve ran the thorn stripper down another stem, taking off thorns and leaves in one swipe. He was still frustrated, but working with the flowers helped to center him. In a way, the roses reminded him of Bucky. Beautiful but prickly, and apt to draw blood if a person wasn’t careful.

Steve was willing to admit that he’d been naïve in thinking that finally getting intimate with Bucky would change things. As if Bucky’s anxieties would vanish because Steve was so good at taking his cock. There was something missing, some thing between them like an invisible wall that no amount of physical intimacy could breach.

The intercom squawked to life. Steve?

Steve pulled off the heavy work glove he wore and pressed the response button. “What’s up, Shirley?”

I’m going to grab some lunch. You want me to bring you back something?

“No thanks. I’m brown-bagging it today.”

I'll be back in thirty.

“Have a good lunch.” Steve knew Shirley would leave the intercom on, so that he’d hear if someone came into the shop and needed help.

While he worked, he looked at the sketches that were taped up on the wall. Steve always had an aptitude for art. As a kid he’d draw on any piece of paper he could find, be it notepaper, sketch paper, and even the backs of receipts. Now he kept a pad of art paper in the shop, to work out ideas for new arrangements, and another in his apartment, to sketch whatever random things had caught his eye during the day.

He had a lot of sketches of Bucky.

Steve sighed and had to refrain from throwing the thorn stripper across the room. He couldn’t get Bucky off his mind.

Or out of his shop.

Through the intercom the bell on the front door jingled, and Bucky called out, “Hey, punk!”

Steve debated locking the door and ignoring Bucky, but now he’d become the rose, unable to keep from turning towards the sunlight.

“In the back!”

Moments later the door opened up and Bucky slipped in. “Hey. You busy?”

Steve just sighed and stripped another rose, which Bucky took as a no. He dropped down on the stool on the other side of the counter.

“So. I signed up for some college classes.”

That gave Steve pause. “What?”

“I can’t just sit around all day, watching you play with flowers and collecting disability. I need to do something.”

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, in the end there's only her.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, ensemble, contestants on Survivor: Brains vs Brawn

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
(The Doors)