free for all

[tigriswolf]

\o/


..........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]

DC TV, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart,



and you,
my winter, i do not believe
i imagined you might leave

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester + or / Sam Winchester,




Murderous, bloody-nosed brother, it was you
Who made me. I don't blame you.
You took what was given and did
What any brother would.

[tigriswolf]

DC TV, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart,



You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

[tigriswolf]

Prison Break, Lincoln Burrows + Michael Scofield,




I would
do anything
to have died, then
with my brother
in my arms.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, any protagonist (or antagonist), I am done with what the world wanted

SPN, Sam/Dean/Cas I am done Part 1

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Dean stalks in, his body vibrating with anger. Not a word is said as he passes by his brother, Sam and the angel, Castiel. They both looked up in interest. Cas' eyes widen as he feels the emotion rolling off him in waves and winces when he hears Dean's bedroom door slam shut. Sam and Cas look at each other, both weary of Dean's mood and what it means. Finally Sam stands to his full height and put his hands out to stop Cas from getting up and getting involved.

"I'll go see what's wrong." He says and disappears down the same hall as Dean. Cas' ears pick up the growl that comes from Dean.

"What!?" Dean yells, not sparing anyone his wrath. Cas can't quite hear Sam as he speaks in a low, even tone.

"Get out!" Dean bellows out at Sam. Then something is slammed down or possibly thrown. A thud is heard followed by the slamming of a door. Sam stomps into the room, sadly eyeing Cas as he reclaims his seat next to the angel. Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. He's proud of his ability to do this since he's tried for so long to mimic Dean's expression.

"It's not good." Sam whispers and Cas places a soothing hand on him. "He's packing, he's leaving." Sam says as Cas only stares at him, open mouthed. Because neither can believe it. "Dean said he's done. Can't take the life any more."

Cas shakes his head at the news. It's not possible. Dean has never given up, even when he wanted to. Even when his loved ones begged him to, he persisted on. Cas raises to his feet and walks to Dean's room. He doesn't bother to knock, just pushes the door open to see Dean packing. It takes a moment for Cas' eyes and brain to catch up to each other. Dean's actually packing!

Dean looks up at him as he tosses his clothes into a duffle bag. "What?" Dean hisses at him through gritted teeth.

"Why?" Cas asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dean turns to him, green eyes flashing in a mixture of anger, hurt and sadness. Something that Cas has never seen in Dean before. He's too good at hiding his emotions. "I am done with what the world wanted." Dean says, his hands clenching into fists. "I've given too much. Lost too much." He says as his voice breaks. He's no longer able to hide his emotions. The weight of the world has always been on his shoulders and he can no longer carry it. He's too broken, too tired. “I just can’t do this anymore. I’m tired Cas.” Dean says as he sinks onto his bed. He rests his head in his hands.

It takes Cas a moment to realize that Dean’s shoulders are shaking. He’s crying. Cas has only ever seen this when it comes to the loss of Dean’s brother or Bobby. He has never seen Dean so broken, so hollowed out from everything the world has thrown at him. The original righteous man is broken and Cas feels panic rising up in him. How can this be? He never thought this could happen. Never even entertained the idea that it was even possible. “What happened?” Cas asks in a soft voice. His own heart breaking at the sight before him.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Man from UNCLE (2015), Illya/Napoleon, bossy

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Celebrity Chef RPF, Anthony Bourdain/Eric Ripert, sour

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Tennis RPF, Federer/Thiem or Federer/Zverev (either) or Murray/any male, seeing the man and not just the hero

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Gotham, Oswald/Jim/Sofia, Sofia and Oswald work together to seduce Jim

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0, Adam/Steve or Adam/any male, lonely nights (prefer open relationship or futurefic/AU where Adam is not with Kono rather than anyone cheating)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any(/any), putting on a movie at 2 am

Fill : Criminal Minds Luke/Garcia

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Apparently I went a little over...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13535784

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Legally Blonde (movie or musical), Elle Woods/Emmet Forrest, three trips to the mall

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Legally Blonde (movie or musical), Elle, Vivienne & Enid, reunion

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/f, the second dance at their wedding,

Question

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Can this be an established 3some?

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, cuddling for warmth

Shadowhunters, Maia/Isabelle, Cold

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Isabelle threw the comforter over their heads and snuggled closer to Maia. "Of course the heater goes out on the coldest day of the year," She mumbled, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend.

"We could always go to Magnus' or something," Maia said, shivering slightly. "I mean, I'm sure him and Alec wouldn't mind if we showed up."

"They wouldn't," Isabelle said. "But that would also mean leaving the warmth of these covers and I'm not quite ready for that yet."

Maia chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to Isabelle's nose. "Well that tiny space heater isn't going to keep this room that warm."

"I know," Isabelle sighed. "I should call Alec and let them know we're coming." She pulled back enough to reach and arm out from under the covers and groped around for her phone. She found it and brought it under the covers, searching for her brother's number. "Not looking forward to trying to get there."

"Knowing Magnus, there will be hot chocolate waiting for us and the guest bedroom set up."

Isabelle nodded. "True." The phone ran a a few times before her brother picked up. "Hey Alec, our heater died." With how close they were Maia could hear Alec telling them to come over. "Great. See you soon."

"Ready to get out of here?"

Isabelle groaned. "No, but I guess we need to, don't we?" With a sigh, she threw off the covers. "Oh my God, why must it be so cold!" She said, making a beeline for the closet.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any,
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
(Tennessee Whiskey, by Chris Stapleton)

Fill : NCIS, Nick/Ellie

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

It's almost closing time on a weekday night in Washington DC. Consequently, the bar is all but deserted, save for two bartenders who really want to go home and two remaining patrons. Both of whom have left half a drink at their table, the one that's near the dance floor, the one that they're not sitting at.

Instead, they're on the dance floor, bodies pressed close together and Nick is holding one of Ellie's hands in his, has them resting over his heart. His other hand is low on her back, just high enough to be proper, while her hand is between his shoulder blades, tracing little patterns. Nick's eyes are fixed on her face and he's smiling down at her, the same way that she's smiling up at him.

Which does not explain why she tilts her head and says, "We should probably get going."

"What?" Nick drags the word out into at least four syllables. "And there I thought you liked all this cowboy music."

Ellie quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, so this is why you put Chris Stapleton on the jukebox? Trying to charm me?"

"Baby, I don't need music to charm you." He knows he sounds full of himself, just like he knows from the way that she rolls her eyes that she's finding it more funny than annoying.

He also knows it's true.

"Not exactly as smooth as Tennessee whiskey there," she quips, quoting from the song they're currently dancing to.

"Ok, you got me." He shrugs, takes a chance and moves his hand ever so slightly lower. "What can I say... I just wanted to dance with you."

"Well, we're not really dancing... More swaying."

He chuckles at that, because he loves how she never lets him get the last word. "I happen to be excellent at swaying," he informs her archly. "As well as many other moves..."

"Oh really?" Her eyes gleam in the dim light of the bar. "Is that so?"

"It is. If you really want to get out of here, I could show you one or two..."

Ellie's grin is bright enough to dazzle him, and he can't quite blame the light headed feeling that washes over him on the one and a half beers he's consumed. "I thought you'd never ask," she says and hand in hand they make their way off the dance floor and head home.

He shows her more than a move or two but then, he always was an over-achiever.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Castiel, the difference between prayer and mercy is how you move the tongue

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I had no reason to lie.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I love you, but we're not doing this anymore.

"Feelings" (Thor:Ragnarok)

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

When Thor wakes up, after not nearly enough rest, his brother is gone. The comforting weight that had dragged him to bed and whispered stories in remembrance of their fallen comrades until Thor's eye drifted shut is gone. He shouldn't be surprised but a flutter of panic, of need, rouses Thor from the bed that barely fits one, let alone two. It quickly becomes apparent no one knows where the remaining Prince of Asgard is. Most disturbing is the amount of people who honestly believe Loki to be dead-

"...but I remember the funeral feast, both of them!"

"That... woman... said she killed him. Killed you too, my Prince. KING! My king."

"Perhaps you should see -uh- visit the healers. Ah. Agni has some experince tending battle wounds, King Thor."

"No. I saw the play with mother, and Loki dies at the end. But he can't go to Valhalla - I'm sorry. I don't know where frost giants go when they die."

-Thor had been so exhausted, for a moment he thinks he dreamed Loki coming to his room. Halucinated everything. It isn't until he spots a flash of green in a reflection, a shade that doesn't match with anything in gray, spartan hall of the ship around them that Thor allows himself a sigh of relief. He escuses himself from a report on their food stores (he notices how many faces he doesn't know slide to Heimdall Who-Was-There and away from himself Who-Was-Not) and goes to the room he has claimed.

Loki's double has his shoulder braced against the side of a glass cabinet, and he's frowning. "You can't kill yourself, you know. That's my job."

"What?" He wants to reach out and grab the last of his broken family by the throat. Thor wants to alternately pull him close and pull him apart but ultimately feel him there and know it isn't a trick. "Still want the throne, brother?"

Loki's expression is odd when he answers. "Oh, brother. Even if I did, it would not have me. I sat the throne for less than a day and was betrayed. I had to disguise myself as Odin just to keep the Council from decalring War on Vanaheim. No. Even if you dropped dead this very minute... no one would accept me as king. And for good reason."

It's stupid, but he reaches out anyway. Thor's hand causes ripples of light where the illusion sits. He shakes his head, momentarily missing his warrior's locks. "Where are you, brother? A Prince of Asgard shouldn't hide, our people need to see us. Together."

"I'm no prince." Loki laughs, and there is a quick gleam in his eyes that seems almost crazed before being subsumed by a queer contentment. "I never was. And isn't it, better? This way? I think you were right, back on Saakar."

There is a burst of fear, and a thought of No even as his mouth forms the name, "Loki." Because, why does his trickster of a brother listen to him now? To those words said when Asgard was bright and shining and whole when the rest of the realms were pure chaos? He needs someone who knew Fandral, and Sif, and learned at mother's feet and father's side. Father, who let himself fade.

Father, who spent half his reign lying.

"You don't look like him... but you sound like him."

"I wasn't lying, you know." Loki's double looks away, and Thor's hands are fists. "Before I fucked up your coronation. The first one, I mean. I do love you, Thor. If I didn't, I wouldn't want to stab your perfect face everytime you do something utterly stupid."

"...like picking up an unknown, venomous snake?"

The double is smiling as it vanishes in a pop of light. Thor stares at the empty space and feels a void open up inside of him. He's King, now, and King's cannot be uncertain.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard,

Don’t mean no harm
Please forgive me if I’m causing you alarm
Jussie Smollett & Pitbull, "No Doubt About It".

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, the world has ended, most of humanity is dead, and we're running low on food and water, but I can finally breathe.

Original, "At the Last" /warnings for depressing/dark.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The sun has a different hue now, less bright yellow, more shadowed orange. The pollution and radiation left over from the bombs made everything like looking through a pair of orange-colored sunglasses.

The people - and animals - left alive after all that sport cancerous lesions. Me, too, but that's okay. I figure, we're running out of food and potable water. The less of us around, the more chance the healthier ones will have to survive.

I know it probably sounds crazy, but now, I think we - I mean, humanity - might be able to survive. The worst has happened, and now we're eking out a living and making our way. People have to work together if we're going to survive.

As for me, I'm going to take a walk tonight, head off to someplace where I can finally breathe. There're some kids who could use the supplies more than me.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, all fashion trends come back again at some point, not in the same way as before but in a new way. So when will men start wearing high heels again?

One-line fill, MCU universe, James Rhodes + Tony Stark

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"Tony, what the hell are you wearing?"

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
-"Poker Face", Lady Gaga

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Any, Árstíðir - Heyr himna smiður (Icelandic hymn) (https://youtu.be/e4dT8FJ2GE0?t=6s)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you've gone away
(Seether)