free for all
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comment_ficNow 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!
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: 2017-01-28 03:02 pm (UTC)Since then I've often wondered
What you might have been like
How it would have felt to hold you,
Would you have my eyes?
Don't you think we would've been best friends?
(Yellowcard)
Finally filled this thing
Date: 2017-05-19 11:44 am (UTC)Re: Finally filled this thing
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Date: 2017-01-28 03:04 pm (UTC)You were inspiration
When no one else believed
You showed me strength in my skin
That no one else could see
Let's just keep driving on
All the stars jumping in through the windows
Let's go where we belong
Headed fast as we can for the unknown
(Yellowcard)
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 03:05 pm (UTC)Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
(The Beach Boys)
Filled at AO3 - oppie!verse
Date: 2017-03-24 03:24 pm (UTC)Re: Filled at AO3 - oppie!verse
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 03:06 pm (UTC)Free to do what you want to
Free to open up - and believe
Free to simply ask - and receive
(Stryper)
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 03:11 pm (UTC)There ain’t nothing that I won’t do
Walk a thousand miles on broken glass
It won’t stop me from making my way back to you
(James Morrison)
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 05:04 pm (UTC)Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me
From that day on, I made a vow,
I'll be there when you want me,
Some way, some how.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 05:47 pm (UTC)Now I'm sittin' here
Thinkin' 'bout you
And the days we used to share
It's drivin' me crazy
I don't know what to do
I'm just wonderin' if you still care
I don't wanna let you know
That it's killin' me
I know you got another life
You gotta concentrate baby
Come back...to me
Fill
Date: 2017-01-29 05:20 am (UTC)He knew his Mom and Dad had been praying hard, had rallied all the relatives to pray for him. He knew his Dad, especially, had taken it hard, that Cam had seemingly suffered the exact same fate, injured while piloting a test craft. Cam knew his little brother Ash, fresh off of his promotion to captain, would be looking up to his heroic brother, recipient of the Medal of Honor, and hoping to one day be just like Cam.
Cam knew everyone was wondering how he'd done it, recovered when the prognosis was grim, when for weeks no one had even been sure he'd survive. They all had their theories. Grandma would think it was the power of prayer. Mom would think it was good karma, for all the good Cam had done, protecting his great nation. Dad would think it was hard work and sheer grit, because Mitchells never quit.
He couldn't tell any of them that it had been the promise of wild hair, hazel eyes, and a sardonic smile. Major John Sheppard, who'd sat beside him on the worst night of his life (up till the crash) and shared a beer with him, said not a word, and got him back on his feet with a single kiss.
John, who looked like no one and nothing could touch him, all insouciant charm and slouchy grace, who had let Cam touch him in the dimness of his room (John a major, Cam still a captain).
John, who was there for Cam in the days and months that followed, in small ways that no one else saw - bringing a cup of coffee, offering a pick-up game of basketball, an invitation to video games or watching movies or playing his guitar while Cam knitted.
John, who'd congratulated Cam on his promotion to major and new posting and let him go with a kiss that seemed so much like a promise.
John, for whom things had gone horribly wrong after Cam left him behind in Afghanistan.
John, who'd been shipped off to McMurdo, to finish out his career in a literal freeze-out in the Antarctic wastelands.
John, who'd been picked up for some awful gig at Cheyenne Mountain, babysitting scientists, maybe finally putting his math degree to use in - get this, the other men from Cam's old unit in A-stan had sniggered, deep space telemetry.
John, who'd been sent on a one-way expedition to another galaxy, an expedition which the SGC had finally made contact with after almost a year of silence, of fear, of loss.
John was why Cam woke up every morning, put himself through the pain and struggle and frustration of PT, whose name was on Cam's lips as he fell asleep at night.
You can have anything you, O'Neill had said.
What Cam wanted was John Sheppard.
What he asked for was Atlantis.
A knock at the door startled Cam out of his contemplation.
"Cameron, honey, you ready?"
"Almost." He checked his reflection, made sure his uniform was on right, and rose up from his hospital bed for the last time. Then he pulled open the door and into his family's waiting arms and thought, John, I'm coming to you. Come back to me.
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Date: 2017-01-28 06:55 pm (UTC)If you must leave,
Leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak,
Speak every word as though it were unique
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 06:58 pm (UTC)If you were here beside me, instead of in New York
In the arms you said you'd never leave
I'd tell you that it's simple and it was only ever thus
There is nowhere else that I belong
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 07:07 pm (UTC)But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:27 pm (UTC)You don't think you're special.
You don't think you're strong.
But when the world is falling, you feel like you belong.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:29 pm (UTC)I filled my own prompt, wow
Date: 2017-03-28 02:24 am (UTC)Jack sits across from him and grins, dark eyed and with an edge and says, “Yes, you should have, Rhodes. But then again,” he stretches out like a cat, back arched against the chair and arms lifted in the air, and has to hold in the laugh he feels bubble up into his throat when he feels Dylan’s eyes on him, “how could you have? We can’t all be geniuses in disguise you know.”
“It’s my job.” Dylan grits out, and sparks run up Jack’s spine because Dylan’s eyes have darkened while his other features have calmed, and Jack’s grin grows to a smirk – excited and seemingly careless – because this is Dylan’s game face; the face he used to convince them all to play his game –deceit and lies and built up hatred with no guarantee of winning: the perfect set of odds – but now its Jack’s turn.
“Well maybe it was.” Jack shrugs, easing out of his seat and closer to Dylan, slow and predatory mixing with the good boy charm he’s been using all this time, and landing nearly in his lap. His breath blows onto Dylan’s lips when he speaks and his smirk grows at the flash of something he sees in Dylan’s eyes, “After all, research is a hard thing to conduct when you don’t have the right file.” Dylan growls and Jack finally allows himself to laugh. “Or I guess I should say a file. Look at me getting cryptic, Atlas must be rubbing off on me after all.”
What flashes through Dylan’s eyes then is much easier to identify and Jack tuts. “Now now, no need to worry about your precious pet project because of me. They’re fine. They don’t know a thing about me. Get your petty revenge, that’s not my problem.” He leans closer, completely in Dylan’s lap now – chuckling silently at the loud swallow he hears him make – and whispers in his ear, “Now do tell me, Rhodes, how did you manage to find me?” His bottom lip runs across Dylan’s ear and he shivers. “I’ve been hiding for years, you know, and I never did enjoy an honest paying job.”
Jack pulls back and lets Dylan see the crooked smirk on his face, tilting Dylan’s face up with his thumb and forefinger, “But you probably knew that right? Oh you do know so much, sometimes it’s all Henley and Merritt seem to talk about. Well that and, in the case of Atlas of course, the Eye.” Dylan’s face stays blank but he stiffens, not much but just enough for Jack to notice, beneath him.
Jack sighs and stands, walking over to seal the doors behind them shut. When he turns he’s smiling and Dylan feels his stomach fall. “Well Mr. Rhodes, I suppose we’ll be doing this the hard way then.”
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:34 pm (UTC)I'll put your poison in my veins.
They say the best love is insane.
I'll light your fire till your last day.
I'll let your fields burn around me.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:37 pm (UTC)I said no one has to know what we do
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:44 pm (UTC)See the girl with the diamonds and the shoes? Yeah...
She walks around like she's got nothin' to lose
Yes she's a go-getter, she's everybody's type
She's a queen of the city but she don't believe the hype
She's got her own elevation, holy motivation
(Stevie Wonder/Ariana Grande, 'Faith')
no subject
Date: 2017-01-28 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 12:02 am (UTC)Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, "No Sleep"
Date: 2017-01-29 03:33 am (UTC)Her skin felt burnt or burning and inside, it seemed like ice ate her up. She clenched her fingers on the edge of the metal table.
"I don't mean that in a fun way," Tony said, glancing at her sideways. "I wish I did." He hesitated in front of her, rocking from one foot to the other. Hands shoved deep into his pockets. Eyes searching hers. He leaned closer.
Pepper jerked back. "No don't!"
The corner of his mouth drew down but he touched her anyway, fingers grazing the line of her jaw, hesitating over her lower lip. "You're not going to hurt me."
She blinked, and exhaled, and her body relaxed just a little bit. Pepper caught Tony's hand, holding it against her cheek for a second. Hearing his soft chuckle, feeling his arms go around her to cradle her. "You're sure you can figure this out?" She hated how plaintive she sounded. How cold she still felt inside, despite the heat contained within.
"Honey," Tony said, "I promise I will." He rubbed her back. "Even if it takes more than a few missed sleeps."
Pepper laughed, a watery explosion against his chest.
Pulling back, Tony peered into her eyes again. "Okay?"
Nodding quickly because she didn't trust herself to speak.
Tony smiled, the tiniest quirk of his mouth, and kissed her forehead. "Love you."
"Love you," she whispered back.
His smile broadened. "Now. Let's get to work."
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Date: 2017-01-29 12:37 am (UTC)Re: FILL: inception, Eames/Arthur
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Date: 2017-01-29 12:39 am (UTC)Fill: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Sutherland/m!Lavellan – “Close”
Date: 2017-03-19 06:20 pm (UTC)_____
Mahanon ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. He had been reading letters from Leliana's rogues for the last few hours and he still wasn't done, but he really wanted to help her. He knew she was working hard on finding as much as she could about Corypheus’ whereabouts, and he didn't to want to leave everything to her.
However, as much as he didn't mind reading the reports and letters, hours of doing only that could exhaust even the most patient of people.
He opened his eyes to glance at his empty tankard and sighed. He could use another drink, but on the other hand, he didn't want to leave his chambers.
The sun was setting slowly, and Mahanon realized that Sutherland and his team should be back at Skyhold already, at least according to the letter he had received a few days earlier.
Mahanon started to collect the reports from his desk to get back to them later, when he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Come in," he said and soon Sutherland entered the room, holding a tankard in one hand, as if he could read Mahanon’s mind and knew exactly what he needed right then.
"I hope I'm not interrupting, Inquisitor," Sutherland looked at the tankard briefly. "Lord Pavus told me you were here and I thought you might... want to drink something warm."
Mahanon stepped closer to the man and took the tankard from him, touching Sutherland's fingers gently. "We talked about this already. You don't have to call me that, you know."
"I'm sorry, it's a habit," the man's cheeks reddened slightly.
"How was your trip?" Mahanon sat down on the bed and took a sip of warm wine Cabot prepared for him sometimes.
"Good. We brought a lot of herbs and a few notes we had found on the way, and we delivered them all to the Commander," Sutherland replied, still standing in the middle of the room awkwardly. However, when Mahanon smiled at him, the man just smiled back and sat down on the bed as well, licking his lips briefly.
"Would you like some?" Mahanon raised the tankard a bit, but Sutherland just shook his head.
"No, thank you."
Their shoulders were touching and Mahanon leaned against Sutherland a bit more, prompting the man to wrap one arm around him. After he did so, Mahanon turned his head slightly and hid his face in Sutherland's neck, closed his eyes and relaxed against the other man's body, enjoying the comfort his embrace provided.
"Can you stay?" he asked, and felt Sutherland's arm tightening around him.
"Of course."
Later, when they laid in bed, Mahanon wrapped one arm around Sutherland's middle and cuddled closer, pillowing his head on his lover's shoulder. Since neither of them had anything pressing to do that day and Mahanon decided that reading the rest of the reports could wait, they decided to stay in bed and rest.
"Is everything well?" Sutherland asked after a while, breaking the silence in the room. When Mahanon looked up he saw that the man was watching him with a worried look on his face, so he just smiled reassuringly and pressed a kiss to Sutherland's jaw.
"I'm fine. I'm just glad that you're back." A blush appeared on Sutherland's face once again as he smiled gently in reply.
Snuggling closer to the other man, Mahanon closed his eyes again, listening to the calming sound of Sutherland's heartbeat.
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Date: 2017-01-29 12:41 am (UTC)You only seem to care about you
Is there any chance you could see me too?
'Cause I love you
Is there anything I could do
Just to get some attention from you?
In the waves I've lost every trace of you
Where are you?
Woodkid