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.........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!

Date: 2017-11-04 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Any, any, three days

Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood, Counting Down

Date: 2017-11-04 07:55 pm (UTC)
ext_323305: (malec)
From: [identity profile] punk4life1315.livejournal.com
Alec couldn’t help but to look at the clock on his wrist counting down to the day he would meet his soulmate. It had changed a lot over the years, sometimes going as low as four months and sometimes it would be something like ten years, but it had never been as low as it was that day. His wrist showed that he had exactly three days until he met his soulmate.

His heart pounded in his chest, part of him excited about finally meeting the person he was meant to be with, while the other part of him was terrified. His interest in men was not something he could openly advertise, and he was sure that the person he was meant to be with, was a man.

Isabelle knocked on the door to his room before walking into his room, prompting him to yank his sleeve down to cover the clock. He knew his sister would ask questions and want to speculate, but he wasn’t ready for that.

The clock could easily change the next day. It wasn’t set in stone. There were multiple paths a person could take each day and there was no guarantee that in three days, he would actually meet his soulmate.

Re: Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood, Counting Down

Date: 2017-11-04 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Yes!!!!! I am fangirling so hard! I love this AU, one of my favs! This was awesome!!!! Thank you, thank you so much!

Date: 2017-11-04 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Stargate (any), any (no McShep or J/D, please),

We've travelled so far
To explore the mysteries of life
And the reality of our youth
Is overlooked by those who restrict our freedom

Aaron Carter, "Get Wild".

Date: 2017-11-04 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

He's so tall, and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
(Taylor Swift)

Date: 2017-11-04 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, travel show AU

Date: 2017-11-04 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any, any m/m, Cheaper by the Dozen AU

Date: 2017-11-04 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Stargate Multiverse, Any, trying to make holiday plans

Date: 2017-11-04 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Any, any, I'll help you with this if you help me with that.

Suicide Pact (Highlander/Dresden Files) 1/2

Date: 2017-11-05 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplemoon3.livejournal.com
A/N- This prompt planted a seed watered in alcohol, pizza, and much giggling. You have been warned.
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Methos never hears the report, but he does feel the passage of the bullet as the high caliber round shreads the cotton of his shirt like tissue paper and smashes through his ribcage. His coat, enchanted as it was, could have probably blocked the actual penetration but the force behind the bullet would have shattered his spine and left him slowly choking on his own blood. Better that the shooter have a clear shot and Methos the less dragging pain of a through-and-through.

Methos lists to the side as his blood pressure bottoms out from lack of heart, and stares in false confusion at the glistening red deck. His hands grasp reflexively -for his sword, for his staff, for any weapon at all- and come in contact with the battered leather of his duster where he left it dangling on the side of the Water Beetle. The material slides under his grip and he slides with it, tipping over the rail of the boat and into the choppy waters of Lake Michigan.

The cold water fills his broken chest, numbing pain, even as the unnatural cold of his (former) Queen flee's upon completion of their contract. Methos' awareness drifts along with his body, and when he slips into the dark it isn't solely his distance from the lake surface that causes it. It is a good thing heroes die, Methos thinks, because that shit is exhausting.

Eventually, though, he comes to spitting water and fighting off the hands that are dragging him from the drink. His head is pounding and it takes him a moment to recognize the buzz for what it is, and the shadowy form looming over him for what he is. Methos wipes the water from his eyes and grunts a greeting.

“Is that anyway to repay a man who did you a favor?” Connor Macleod huffs, stepping back and breathing heat into his clammy hands.

“I didn't actually think you would do it! At least not like that.” Reviving underwater was a tricky business and repeated drownings always put him in a bad mood. Methos stripped off his ruined shirt and tossed it behind him, back in the water. “Marcone is going to flip his shit when he realizes-”

“Your crime boss is in Italy, and I'm not the one who couldn't manage to die even against a whole vampire army.” Connor scowled as he said the last few words, mocking distaste layered in every syllable. The Headhunter would have been good backup at the pyramid, but then the point of pretending to believe Susan's desperate Hail-Mary claim had been to die. Life as Harry Dresden had been getting increasingly uncomfortable the past few years, even worse than when he'd had Morgan following him around with sword at the ready, and so it was only prudent that he put the name to bed.

“But then,” Connor continued. “I would expect nothing less from Death Incarnate.”

Methos palmed his face and groaned as they made their way through scrub and brush. Did Duncan not understand discretion? But then, he was the only Immortal to give his own damn name out often enough to have his movements tracked by historical romance authors.

Connor was wearing his customary sneakers -though now mud stained- tanned trench coat, and a sly smirk that Methos recognized from many a bar crawl. Rarely, however, had it been directed at him. “What? Don't tell me you actually want me to pay you the assassination fee!”

“Of course not.” Connor's smirk was still in place. “You're still walking around, aren't you? Any of my other clients would demand a refund. No, I was thinking of something a little more... subtle. How good are your illusions?”

“Better than they were, why?”

Suicide Pact (Highlander/Dresden Files) 2/2

Date: 2017-11-05 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplemoon3.livejournal.com
“Duncan's gotten himself in a rut. I know he's got the skill to beat Kell, but he's been second-guessing himself since Ahriman.” They reached the car, a rental by the looks of it, and Methos shrugged into a blessedly warm sweater bearing unfortunate pom-poms and reindeer. “If he thinks he's taken my head, my quickening, that might put him back on track.”

They got in the car and slammed the doors. Methos turned in his seat to face Connor. “Alright, but if we do this, we do it my way. Duncan's killed a… lot of friends that past decade or so, murdering his mentor might hurt more than help.”

The smirk slid off Connor's face as he turned the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life with a series of coughs, and the icy blue glare the highlander shot him reminded Methos to reel in his quickening aura before he blew the engine. After almost two decades of habitually expanding his buzz range to mimic a mortal wizard's field it was going to take him a while to stop.

They trundled down a beaten dirt road and Connor sighed. “I know, but right now Kell is just playing with him. If he doesn't get his head back in the game soon... he's going to lose it.”
Edited Date: 2017-11-05 01:31 pm (UTC)

Re: Suicide Pact (Highlander/Dresden Files) 2/2

Date: 2017-11-06 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com
....if I read this as a fix-it for Connor's death in Endgame no one's going to fight me on it, right?.... :D

That said, wow what a concept...I can see Methos as Harry, or Methos just borrowing his name while he was unconscious/in another dimension/etc....the humor is the same. Great details-the feel of the water, the body sensation the 'oh no not a *drowning death* dull' that only an Immortal could feel...Connor's smirk....so beautiful. Thank you!

Edited Date: 2017-11-06 11:38 pm (UTC)

Re: Suicide Pact (Highlander/Dresden Files) 2/2

Date: 2017-11-07 11:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplemoon3.livejournal.com
Connor is my favorite Immortal. It makes me sad he went down the way he did - I blame the drugs. Don't do drugs! They make you hallucinate horrible memories and then commit suicide by kinsman!

But Connor's always had the more 'magical' adventures so... ancient!Methos saves the day! And I like the think that Methos grabbed a random baby name ala Movie 1 (newborn!Harry got caught in backwash of the Curse that killed Margaret) Justin recognized it, and shit spiraled from there.

Re: Suicide Pact (Highlander/Dresden Files) 2/2

Date: 2018-02-20 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Thank you for the fill, and I'm so very, very sorry for the late reply.

Date: 2017-11-04 05:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Any, any, Si hoc legere scis, nimis eruditionis habes (If you can read this, you are overeducated).

Date: 2017-11-04 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, fugit inreparabile tempus (it escapes, irretrievable time).

Date: 2017-11-04 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Any, any, “The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” (Albert Einstein)

Date: 2017-11-04 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluegansey.livejournal.com
Stranger Things, Jonathan/Steve/Nancy, domesticity

Date: 2017-11-05 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
MCU, Pepper Potts+Any (/Tony Stark), Making breakfast because you never know who might drop in

Date: 2017-11-08 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
Supernatural,Sam Winchester/castiel saving him from dying

Date: 2017-11-08 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
One direction rpf,zayn mailk/Harry styles ,matching tattoos

Date: 2017-11-08 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
True blood,Jason Stackhouse/Eric northman, a private show

Date: 2017-11-08 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
Supernatural,Jack Kline/ Sam Winchester, bedroom floor

Date: 2017-11-08 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emmatheslayer.livejournal.com
True blood,Eric northman/Jason Stackhouse ,when Jason asked Eric out
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