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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[streussal.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri/Shiori, "if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?"

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester, the thing Dean needed most wasn't Mary, it was Emma, his daughter, alive, fully human and in need of her dad (and uncle).

SPN, Dean Winchester, Needed Most

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Amara had given him one of the greatest gifts a child could want. Their dead mother back among the living. He was at least lucky, he had fours years with her. Sam only had six months. No time to form any memories. Dean knows he should be thankful. Not many are given this chance. Amara gave him what she thought he needed. He's greatfull for her gift. Who wouldn't be? He knows that given a choice, there are three people he and Sam would pick to be brought back to them, Mary, John and Bobby.

But, in the dead of night, when he lies in bed, there's one person he wishes for. Aches for, without realizing why. His daughter, Emma. There's only one other person who even knew of her existence, Sam. Her uncle, the man who killed her. He didn't have hate towards Sam for that. How could he? He did what he thought he had to do in order to save his older brother. Dean had only known about Emma for less than twenty-four hours when she showed up, attempting to kill him.

Emma's mother was from a race of mythical (yet all to real) Amazons. Emma was conceived, and matured to what was considered adulthood in her race in less than seventy-two hours. The tradition of the child killing her father when she came of age was part of who the Amazons were.

Dean would never admit it, but he felt like he'd been robbed of the chance at fatherhood. That's why, he found himself sitting on the park bench, watching several children at play. His heart ached at the desire to have Emma here now, fully human. Wanting her there to need him as her father. Needing him there to teacher her about life. Needing him to protect her. Needing him to make her feel safe and comforted.

He never got to hold her when she'd been born.

There were no firsts for him with Emma. No first word, first step, first day of school. First crush and heartbreak.

No, the heartbreak was all his.

He wished for her to be his little girl. To need him to wipe away the tears after scraping her knees.

Sometimes he'd let himself think about what it would have been like to push her on the swings. To teach her how to ride a bike. How to drive.

He can't say if he'd raise her in this life. He'd like to think he wouldn't. It wasn't easy for him or Sam when they were kids. Sam would have been a great uncle. Dean knows Sam would have doted on her. He'd put her above everyone to protect his niece. If she needed her uncle, for anything, Sam would be there. Moving heaven and earth for her happiness, her safety. There's some comfort in that thought.

What would it have been like to have her as his daughter? He didn't even have a picture of her, just a memory. That's the worst part of this. There was nothing to show she had even existed. That she had been born, lived and died. Yet, she held a special part of his heart. He wiped away the tears, closed his eyes and steadied his breath. His phone rang, bringing his attention back. He searched his jacket for it. Finding it, he sighed. "Yeah, I'm on my way." It was time to put the past to rest, for now.

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, three years after their wedding, Danny and Steve found a surrogate to have that McGarrett-Williams baby for them they have been dreaming of.

Hawaii Five-O Steve/Danny Surrogate P1

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

They had talked about it before, having a baby. But, really never made the effort to work out the details. But, after three years of marriage they both felt it was time to add to their family. He saw the longing in Steve's eyes when they were out, around other couples with small children. Steve never said a word, never wanting to make an issue. Even though they had Grace and Charlie, they had to share them with Rachel, Danny's ex. They were a family, Steve loved those kids, there was no doubt in Danny's mind about that. Grace and Charlie called Steve papa and he saw the happy and proud smile on Steve's face when he heard that.

Danny walked into their kitchen, taking a seat and placing a folder on the table. He waited for Steve to give him his attention. "Coffee?" Steve asked over his shoulder. Not waiting for a response, he pored a cup and set it in front of Danny. Steve quirked an eyebrow at the nondescript red folder as he took a seat. "What's that?" Danny simply pushed it closer to Steve. Steve flipped it open, eyes widening in shock when he saw the contents. "Are you serious about this?" He asked in hushed voice.

Danny reached over and laced his fingers with Steve's. "Very. I think she'll be a perfect surrogate to start our family with. She's highly educated, athletic, gainfully employed and willing to meet us. Cassandra has been screened and passed all requirements. If she likes us and we like her, then all we have to do is say yes."

Steve looked over at his husband, tears in his eyes. "When did you have time to do this? Why didn't you say anything?"

Danny shrugged, sipping his coffee. "You know, I am a cop. I know how to be covert, how to do research and acquire a target. And, I didn't say anything until now because I wanted it to be an anniversary gift."

Steve laughed. "All I got you was a watch."

Danny looked down at his wrist, eyeing the watch Steve had given him earlier that morning. "It's a nice watch. I'm very happy with this watch. I also want you to be happy. We've talked about this in passing. I think we're ready for this. We can meet with her tonight if you want.."

Steve stood up, grabbing Danny in the processes. He pulled him in for a kiss. "Yes, when and where?"

Danny chuckled. "Tonight, at seven at the Tiki Hut. I set it up on the chance you'd want to. I told her I'd call only if the answer was no." He felt Steve's lips on his neck, He felt happy, content in thier next step.

They arrived at the Tiki Hut thirty minutes before they were to meet Cassandra. Steve was full of nervous energy and Danny had to get him out of the house before he imploded. This was a side people rarely got to see of the ex-Navy Seal. He was usually reserved, quiet, always watchful. They had ordered two beers, but neither touched them. At seven, Cassandra arrived and was shown to their table. They both stood, Steve pulled out the chair for her after they all shook hands. They made pleasant, if not awkward small talk for several minutes. Danny's attention was drawn to Steve as he tapped his fingers on the table. Danny reached out, placing a hand over Steve's helping to calm him.

"As you can tell, we're a little nervous. Meeting you, hoping you like us, we like you." Danny smiled at her. He had a chance to really look at her. Sandy blond hair, pale skin, deep blue eyes, lithe build.

She chuckled nervously, clutching the drink she had asked the waiter for. "I get that. I'm feeling the same. I've only done this once before." That broke the ice, allowing them to talk and ask questions without fear.

Steve finally asked one question that Danny wasn't sure about. "Why did you pick us, a same sex couple, if you went through with this?" Danny closed his eyes, bracing for Cassandra to tell them this was a mistake.

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/+ Sam Winchester, the truth about God's statement "Earth will be fine. It's got you. And Sam." So how powerful are the Winchester boys really?

not a fill (yet)

[tigriswolf]

Would you mind if I incorporated this into an ongoing fic?

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The Man From U.N.C.L.E (tv), Illya Kuryakin, Not suave. Not sophisticated. Short.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry Rockbell/Edward Elric+Any of the teenage characters, high school AU

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Fiona Glenanne/Michael Westin, Sometimes it's hard to celebrate with everything they left behind in Miami

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

John Wick, John Wick+Helen Wick, Finding out Baba Yaga is a woman does not necessarily mean his nickname is an insult

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Handmaid's Tale au

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

The Handmaid's Tale; June and Serena Joy; in another life, they might have been friends

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any protag/any LI, Protag is demisexual

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Parks & Recreation, ensemble, Star Trek AU

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

Is Ron the captain? Because oh my gosh, the away missions would be hilarious.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, anypair, snuggling

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Daine/Numair, DAine grows wings, not as part of her wild magic The Graveyard Hag's prank revenge???

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any circle mage/any, touch starved Circle mage needs many full-body-hugs and hug tackles their friends/lover

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, Chuck somehow wakes up in the past and able to change things; he's determined this time around to keep Bryce alive, but it's difficult because he can't hide the fact that he's now a full-fledged spy and the team isn't sure they can trust him

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 (/any male), Peter Quill/any, he retains some of his powers after Ego dies, but he mostly just uses them to scare people with his "vision!eyes" and to turn on his boyfriend

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam (and or /) Dean (and or / Mick, instead of that drawn out mess of a storyline with the British Men of Letters, the brothers started hunting down and taking out the MOL as soon as they realized there was a MOL base on the continent (Mick's POV)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Winchester siblings (and or /) Baines siblings, Alicia didn't die and the boys took the twins back to the bunker with them to grieve their mom; they ended up never leaving

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal (/El), Neal has always been a vampire, and he's trying to break the news to Peter without freaking him out

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

Any thoughts on what flavor of vampire you want him to be?

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Any, any,
How can Midas put his hands on me again?
He said "one day I'd realize why I don't have any friends"
I find myself alone at night
Unless I'm havin' sex
But he can make me golden if I just showed some respect

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

any, any,
And when you start to feel the rush
the crimson headache aching blush
You'll know
I can put on a show
I can put on a show

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Any, any,
I'm standing in the ashes
of who I used to be
but I'm faded away
you know I used to be on fire.

FILL: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, hurt/comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

It wasn’t easy. But then again, nothing about their lives ever was.

Dean Winchester was a determined man; when he set his mind to something he kept at it until he completed the task. This was gonna be no different. The chair scraped against the floor as Dean dragged it closer to the desk. Reaching out, he felt around for the book he left sitting there the night before. His hands found it and Dean opened the book to the page he had earmarked. He slowly ran his fingers along the paper, feeling the tiny bumps lining the pages, each one different from the one before it.

They jumped and twisted; each set spelling out a different word; together all the bumps formed a sentence. Dean had to touch all the small bumps a few times over because he couldn’t understand some of the words; He was trying to learn Braille and he was doing well but he still struggled on account of his fingers having thick calluses.

Years of handling guns, working on the engine of his baby, and occasionally burning his fingers had left his fingertips too rough for comfortable Braille reading. The skin wasn’t smooth and it was blemished with past wounds, which made it difficult to feel the bumps on the pages for what they were. But Dean refused to give up; he may be blind but he wasn’t a quitter.

Sam watched Dean closely, he couldn’t look too closely at his brother’s face—it still hurt way too much. Dean’s face was scarred by three jagged, deep scratches, all of them trailing from his forehead, across his face and over his eyes, down to his cheek. Dean had been blinded by a black dog on a hunt and he lost his sight when the beast’s claw cut across his eyes. There had been more life threatening injuries; it was a miracle Dean didn’t die.

His will to live was strong and he refused to let what happen to him, stop him from living his life. There were daily challenges that Dean learned to accept and overcome, and as time passed, the brothers took it one day at a time; one obstacle at a time. It had been a hard road but they traveled it together.

By now Dean had learned how to get around with a walking stick and he began to adapt to his new world. He would never hunt again or drive his baby, Sam was sure of that, but Dean still believed that one day he would. He still had hope, and Sam didn’t have the heart to crush his brother’s sprit. For now, Dean’s hunting was restricted to learning the words of the bumpy pages before him.

Finally, Dean’s fingers stopped moving. He reached out and took Sam’s hand in his, and then he pressed Sam’s fingers over the sentence that the bumps formed. Sam hadn’t learned how to read Braille yet so he didn’t know what the words meant. But Dean was now smiling and it was clear that he understood the sentence. “What do they say, Dean?” Sam asked.

Dean started at the first set of bumps and pressed Sam’s fingers against them, going all the way across the sentence as he read, “I…love…you…brother.”

Sam’s eyes welled up with tears as the words sank in. Seconds later, Dean was hugging him, his brother’s head resting on his shoulder. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and hugged him as the tears fell down his cheeks. They held onto one another, both of them clinging to each other, the only ones who had stuck by them during such a hellish time. One chick-flick moment never hurt anyone.

(END)

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean + Sam Winchester, at first no one knows what to make of the newcomers. Not with their dark eyes and withdrawn posture. They read dangerous: predatory.

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

Okay. What is the context here? Because I kinda want to incorporate this into that vampire AU where Benny is a hunter.

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, he never asked for any of this.

SPN, Gabriel, He never asked for any of this

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Sam can see the sadness in Gabriel's eyes. It hurts him just to see this angelic creature so sad. He'd give anything, do anything to make him smile again. He reaches across the table to take one of Gabriel's hands in his. "What's the matter?"

Gabriel doesn't answer. He sits in the booth they share in the diner, not meeting Sam's gaze. A tear slides down his cheek before he can stop it. He feels Sam's fingers on his cheek wiping it away. He feels the fingers gently caress his skin before turning his head to meet his gaze. He sees the look of concern mixed with love in Sam's eyes and his heart breaks a little more.

He'd never counted on falling in love. Never thought it was possible for him to do that. But, he had and with a mortal. With Sam Winchester. But, he had and he is. He understood the warnings his father had given so long ago. Watch the mortal's from afar. They are to be protected. But, do not fall in love with them. The lives of mortal's are only a candle flicker compared to an angel's. He'd done so well until Sam. That's when he'd disregarded everything his father had told him.

At first he'd teased Sam. Ok, maybe tortured. But, you only hurt the one you love. Wasn't that the saying? But then, he'd found himself fighting for him. Saving Sam's life. Protecting him. Loving him. Where in hell had that come from? He'd tried to deny it. Even told himself he was delusional. He'd finally gone round the bend. Then the unthinkable happened. Sam kissed him.

Sam kissed him. He knew the moment Sam's lips touched his, he couldn't deny his feelings. Could never be able to look at another. Would never be able to deny Sam anything he wanted. And that was his downfall. Sam knew it, but never used it against him. He smiled, not a true smile. Sam's hand dropped to the table. His fingers began to tap against the wood. Gabriel looked down and then back up at Sam.

"Gabriel, talk to me. What's wrong? What can I do?" He could feel Sam's hand on his still. Comforting him. Urging him to talk to him.

He drew in a long breath before being able to answer him. "I love you."

He watched as a smile spread across Sam's lips, reaching his hazel eyes, making them sparkle. He found himself smiling back when he heard Sam's reply. "I love you, too."

"It's just I never asked for any of this." He shakes his head in confusion. "I never thought this was possible. Any of it. Never thought I could love. Definitely never thought I could love a mortal. Never thought a mortal . . . I mean you could ever love me. It's all so confusing."

Sam chuckled at Gabriel's last sentence. "Yeah, it is. But that's what love is, confusing. No one ever asks for this. But it happens. Just tell me one thing. Are you happy?"

Gabriel's head snaps up at Sam's question. He's answering before he even realizes it. "Yes, I am. I love you. I'm I'm love with you and I'm happy."

Sam leans back in the booth and breaths a sigh of relief. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath. "Good, because I feel the same way. Let's go home."

Gabriel nods, sliding out of the booth. Sam follows him out of the diner and to their car. He feels Sam grabbing his arm, turning him around to face him. He feels Sam's hand tilting his head up, crashing his lips into his. Sam's tongue demanding access to his mouth and he gives in. The kiss only stops when they need to catch their breaths and he leans against Sam. "Yeah Sam, let's go home."