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..........Now it's time for the free for all!
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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!
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Date: 2018-01-20 05:28 am (UTC)Lethal Weapon (TV)/Leverage, Mr. Quinn + Eliot Spencer, “My brother’s going after a cartel by himself. Will you help me back him up?”
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Date: 2018-01-20 05:41 pm (UTC)“Spencer.”
“What can I do for you?” Eliot asked as he stood aside to allow the other man to enter.
“I have a favour to ask.”
“What kind of favour?” Eliot asked as he guided Quinn toward the kitchen. Grabbing a couple beers from the fridge, he popped the tops and slid one across the counter to Quinn as he waited for Quinn to answer.
“My brother’s going after a cartel by himself. Will you help me back him up?”
“You have a brother?” Eliot asked surprised at Quinn’s revelation. But then again, they really didn’t know all that much about one another so who knew what was kept hidden.
“Yeah, he’s a cop and he’s going in alone.”
“How do you know?”
“I have friends in places to know what my brother is doing.”
“Are your sources reliable?”
“Very. He’s going off-book and is being single minded about it. He’s going to get himself killed, which is probably what he wants.”
“But not you?”
“He’s my brother Eliot. Good or bad. He’s my brother.”
“Give me the details.” Eliot took a pull on his beer then set it down on the counter. There wasn’t really any doubt as to what his decision was going to be. Family was family. “Okay so what do we need to do?” He asked, wanting the details of what Quinn’s brother was getting himself into.
Once they went through the preliminaries, Eliot reached for his phone and put a call into Nate to tell him he wouldn’t be around for a while because of a personal thing he had to do. That done he and Quinn sat down with fresh beers and went through all the intel they had.
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Date: 2018-01-24 12:25 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-01-20 05:28 am (UTC)Lethal Weapon (TV), Roger Murtaugh & Martin Riggs, realizing exactly how dangerous Riggs is
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Date: 2018-01-20 05:29 am (UTC)Lethal Weapon (TV)/Leverage, Martin Riggs + Mr. Quinn + Eliot Spencer, Quinn calls in his favor when his estranged twin’s wife is murdered
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Date: 2018-01-20 02:26 pm (UTC)Peter Pan, Wendy Darlin Childhood Memories P1
Date: 2018-01-21 02:36 am (UTC)The nurse turned to the small body laying on the bed, a look of shock on her face. "Ma'am, you'll freeze in this cold air."
"Does it matter at this point? Do as I've asked," Wendy Darling spoke with authority, despite her frailty. She knew her time on this earth was almost up. She was lingering, hoping for one last chance meeting from her childhood.
The nurse did as ordered, left an extra blanket on the bed and backed quietly out of the room.
Wendy lay in the too big bed, waiting, hoping that tonight would be the night. She prayed to whatever God still listened to a little old woman's prayers that he would come. She closed her eyes, thinking back to the first time Peter Pan had flown through that very window. Even as an adult, she refused to move from what was once the nursery. Couldn't in case Peter came for her. This was the only window he would know to come to, to search her out.
She heard movement at the window, something heavier than the window blowing the curtains aside. She looked up to see a darkness filling the window. It slipped in, past the sill and crept toward her. Her eyes widened. Her prayers had been answered.
At her bedside hovered Peter Pan. He was still a young boy, the same age as when she'd first met him. When she and her brothers had been sprinkled with fairy dust. He was still so beautiful. For a moment, he stole her breath away.
"Wendy?" Peter spoke, his voice still musical in it's quality. It brought tears to her eyes to hear that voice again.
He hovered closer to her, looking down at her with a sad smile. "You got old, Wendy Darling."
She barked out a laugh. "Peter, always a way with words. Yes, my eternally young friend. I grew up."
Peter laughed at her words and gave a mock shudder. "Why would you go and do a thing like that?" He asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes before the sadness moved in. "I felt you calling me. You're not long for this world," he said as he settled his body down on the bed next to her. He reached out, fingers caressing her cheek.
"Do you still remember how we met? How my shadow got separated from me?" He tilted his head back and laughed at the memory.
"Yes and I had to sew it back on. It was such a naughty shadow. Just like the boy it belongs to," she said, eyes crinkling up with laughter. "How is that pesky shadow?"
"Stuck to me like it was sewn on," he said. "The Lost Boys miss you. You were supposed to be their mother," he said, turning away from her as the sadness edged into his voice.
RE: Peter Pan, Wendy Darlin Childhood Memories P2
Date: 2018-01-21 02:38 am (UTC)"I know. Doesn't mean I had to like it."
"I'm glad you came Peter. I've missed you. Stay with me, until I fall asleep?" Her old eyes pleaded with him.
He smiled at her. "There's nowhere I have to be," he said as he made himself comfortable on the bed. He knew she had precious little time. She would be gone before morning's light and he would stay with her, until the end.
He watched as her lips twisted up into a smile. She closed her eyes, still holding his hand as she let sleep come to her. Her breathing was soft, almost soothing to listen to. His eyes flicked around the room, noticed where he was and smiled. The nursery. He heard her breathing falter and his eyes went back to her.
"Wendy?" He called quietly, knowing she was no longer with him. Not in the body his hand still clasped. But, there was no reason for tears. Wendy was free from the frailty of her body. He gently placed her hand on the bed and stood, looking down at his friend. He leaned down and placed a gently kiss on her cheek before moving away from her and gliding to the open window.
He turned back to the bed, a smile on his face. The mischief back and his eyes danced in the dark. He let out a laugh as he extended his hand. "Wendy Darling, are you ready? Neverland awaits your return."
"I am, Peter," she said as she took his hand. She turned to look at her former self.
"You aren't her Wendy, not anymore. When you passed, I was able to catch you, your essence. You will always be the girl I met all those years ago. Come, such adventures await us!"
Together they silently passed over the window sill, out into the night air and on to Neverland.
Re: Peter Pan, Wendy Darlin Childhood Memories P2
Date: 2018-01-21 10:11 am (UTC)It seems to be a little dusty in here all of a sudden....
This was gorgeous. I could see where you were going to go with it (or at least I hoped so) and then you did it and it was even more beautiful than I thought it would be. Thank you!
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Date: 2018-01-21 06:46 pm (UTC)Re: Peter Pan, Wendy Darlin Childhood Memories P2
Date: 2018-01-21 10:57 pm (UTC)Re: Peter Pan, Wendy Darlin Childhood Memories P2
Date: 2018-01-21 11:43 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2018-03-20 01:24 pm (UTC)WARNING: THIS DOESN'T SHOW PAN IN A GOOD LIGHT, IS DARK, AND INCLUDES CHARACTER DEATH.)
They speak of him as if he is merely another childhood memory, a fabled character they once believed in so strongly that they lost a whole chunk of their time growing up believing that they were in a land where no one grew older, bigger, or wiser. Children still whisper his name, and a mere child’s book has become a play and a movie so many times over. There are grown men now who portray him both on the telly and in plays.
Not too long ago, she read in a paper about a man dressing up as the fabled hero and bringing him to life in a children’s hospital. She scoffed then, retorting that the children should not be made to think that there is any land in which they will not grow up, grow sick, or die, but the truth is that there is such a place. There is a real land that holds such magic, and yet it is a greater horror than the world in which they live in, where one only has to pick up a paper to read about thousands dying and bombs being dropped again out of the skies.
There is such a place. There is such a boy. But he is no hero. They talk about him. They laugh and giggle and write more tales about him. Her brothers claim to barely remember what she has worked hard to convince them was only their wild imaginings when they ran away. She doesn’t want them to remember the truth. It is bad enough that she has to remember the beast, the monster that wears a boy’s face and plays an instrument that beguiles all children to trust him, boys to follow him, and girls to love him.
She loved him once, and then she discovered that her brothers were wasting away. They were fine and dandy as long as they did whatever the Pan asked of them, but when they stopped to remember home, when Michael cried for their mother, a part of them wasted away. A part of their very essence drained from them and went into the monster. But they still never would have died. He kept them alive, just alive enough that they would add to his merrymaking, add to his trickery of convincing more children to fall for him, and continue to help sustain him.
Wendy’s blood boils every time she remembers the beast. He was no creature of fun and love. He was a monster who fed off the children’s energies and kept them alive merely to keep feeding him. The Pirates had been right to fear him, to hate him even, but they had been the only ones in that mystifying land to see the creature, the “Boy Who Lived”, for what he truly was. She doesn’t know how long they stayed there before she herself finally saw what was happening.
She doesn’t want to know. It’s bad enough that she knows what the monster was doing and that he still comes to haunt them every night. That’s why she insists on keeping bolts on the windows and caring for John now that he’s grown older. It’s why she didn’t hesitate to take in Michael’s family when he lost his job. It’s also why she refuses to allow that dreadful book into her home and why the Pan doll her youngest grandchild once came in clutching disappeared soon thereafter.
Wendy remembers burning that bloody doll. She remembers feeling a sense of relief and pride surge through her. If only it could be so easy to destroy the real thing! But he still comes. He still comes and peers through the windows and looks at them. How on Earth she ever thought his eyes were fetching is beyond her now. She can see the evil in them now, feel the hatred burning from his gaze for she remembered what she had seen despite all the spells he tried to cast on her and they escaped his clutches, taking with them not only each other, three of his endless meals, but the rest of his “Lost” Boys.
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Date: 2018-03-20 01:24 pm (UTC)That’s why she walks the halls every night. It’s why she has another loyal, Newfoundland dog who never goes on a chain and never will. Nana the Thirteenth is more protection than Scotland Yard will ever be. You can’t shoot something you can’t see, after all, and you have to first believe in the Pan in order to see him. Wendy believes. She’ll believe ‘til her death bed, and even then she’ll be fighting.
She’ll always fight. She’ll fight for the future of the children these old walls surround. They aren’t just hers, but that doesn’t matter. They are all hers to protect, even the ragged munchkins who came in just tonight, hearing that they could get free food and a place to sleep here. She’ll never shut her doors, and she’ll never let that monster in.
Underneath her baggy housecoat, Wendy shifts her gun. She looks up to the windows again, expecting to see those blood-red eyes with green pupils looking at her, watching her every move. But he isn’t there. She can feel him. He’s somewhere near, but she can not yet see him.
Fear starts to flood her. Her old, wrinkled skin pales. Her hands shake but hold tightly to her clattering gun. Quickly, she racks her mind. She remembers locking every window, barricading every door. The children know that the one thing she asks is that they never open a window or door at night. They never risk letting in the wrong kind of element, as she reminds them in the day. They think she’s loony; she doesn’t care. She only cares that she protects them.
She whips around so swiftly that she almost stumbles and falls over her own feet. Pipe music is beginning to play in the very hall with her. The Pan lifts his head, and Wendy’s heart drops. He’s made it to them! After all these years, he’s finally made his way again into her home, into her sanctuary!
“No,” she cries and levels the gun she carries all night every night. The female child holding to the beast’s hand steps in front of him. “But, Auntie Wendy,” the rag girl cries, “you said you’d help us!”
“Help you, yes, but help him, never!” She waves her gun. “Move out of the way, child!”
Already, doors are opening. Children are coming forward as the Pan continues to play his haunting melody. Wendy shakes and suddenly feel so very weak and tired.
“You grown ups are all alike,” Pan says, lifting his head from his pipes with a Demonic smile. “You’re always so tired and full of pain and sorrow, and you always fear what you don’t understand.”
“No!”
“Why don’t you take a rest?” Peter Pan smiles at her, and ice slides through Wendy’s bones and veins. She can’t move. She’s rooted to the spot. “You took my children once. Now I’ll take yours, old woman.” Those are the last words she ever hears as Nana barks in the distance and the gun slips from her hand, crashing to the floor, as she topples backwards.
“You could have had it all. You could have been my Mother. Now you’ll have nothing.” Pan smiles and plays his music as Wendy dies.
The End
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Date: 2018-01-20 02:56 pm (UTC)We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I
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Date: 2018-01-20 02:57 pm (UTC)And I wept to see him suffer
Though I didn't know him well
(Carol King)
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Date: 2018-01-20 07:16 pm (UTC)Fill: Original Fic 1/2
Date: 2018-01-22 12:32 am (UTC)She opened her eyes and rolled over and sure enough beside her was Tina. Tina was facing away but her pink streaked blond hair was unmistakable, as was the large rose tattoo on her shoulder. Her bare shoulder, up from her bare back. Leanne rolled onto her back again as gently as she could. She remembered. She remembered it all. They'd been drinking but not so much she couldn't remember what had happened.
Tina was Leanne's best friend. She had been since kindergarten. All they way up through the years they had been there for each other. Leanne knew she wouldn’t have been able to get through the death of her father when she was twelve without Tina. Leanne had supported Tina all the way when she had come out as gay.
Now they were twenty and at college. They’d never imagined going to different schools and of course were broommates.
Naturally they talked about everything. Leanne had always had a certain curiosity when Tina talked about sex with women. She had occasionally wondered what it would be like to sleep with a girl but she hadn't imagined going beyond little flights of fantasy.
Until last night.
They had gone to a bar with their usual group of friends. When they got home neither Leanne or Tina had been ready to call it a night so they had cracked opened a bottle of wine and sat on the couch. Conversation had turned to bemoaning how long it had been since either of them had gotten laid. Tina had joked “It's a shame you're not gay cause we'd never have that problem if you were.”
Which was when Leanne had blurted out “Maybe we could try it.”
Lying in bed next to Tina she wasn’t sure what it had been that had made her say that. Some combination of tipsiness and horniness and curiosity and affection had come together in that moment. She couldn't think of anyone else she would have trusted to share that kind of sexual exploration with.
As the old story goes one thing had led to another which had led to Leanne waking up in bed naked with Tina.
Leanne was trying to process a lot of different things at once. First was that she had had sex with a woman. Pretty big deal for someone who’s always considered herself straight. Was this just a little experimental thing? Was she a lesbian now? Bisexual? Was there even a label or a box that she could fit herself into? Did she even want to try to define herself in that way? The fact that she had slept with Tina was another layer to it. They were best friends. Leanne loved her as her friend. Did she have feelings that were deeper than friendship for her? Was the friend-love turning into romance-love? What would Tina be thinking? Could their friendship fall apart if they didn’t react the same way to last night?
Leanne knew she didn’t want to lose her best friend. She knew that for sure. She knew too that the sex last night had been fun. She'd liked everything about it and there had been satisfaction on every level. She knew...
Tina stirred. Leanne’s eyes darted to her. Was she waking or just moving her sleep? She held her breath and her stomach fluttered.
RE: Fill: Original Fic 2/2
Date: 2018-01-22 12:33 am (UTC)Tina turned and her eyes were open. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Leanne said, relived that at least Tina hadn’t been horrified to wake up with her.
For a few seconds they just looked at each other. Leanne had never noticed before just how lovely Tina's eyes were.
“So...” Tina finally broke the tension.
“So,” Leanne nodded.
“Any regrets?”
“No. You?”
“None.”
“That's good,” Leanne smiled.
“Yeah,” Tina smiled too. “You don’t feel weird?”
“Not really. A bit...confused I guess.”
“Understandable.”
Leanne looked away, beyond Tina, at the window where soft light was coming in from behind the curtains. “I uh, it was, really nice.” She looked back to see Tina's reaction.
“Nice?” Tina raised her eyebrows.
“Good. Really good.” Really what words could you use to describe how you felt about the veey enjoyable sex you’d had with your friend?
Tina laughed. “It really was.”
“Sorry I was a bit awkward.”
“You weren't, you were amazing,” Tina reached under the duvet and took Leanne's hand.
Leanne couldn't stop smiling. She was excited and nervous. She’d never been afraid that she might say the wrong thing to Tina before but right now she wasn’t sure what the right thing to do or say was.
“I guess we'll probably have to talk about this but I don’t want it to spoil things between us,” said Tina.
“Me neither,” Leanne squeezed her hand.
“Good. We're both adults and we can handle this like two adult friends.”
“Yes."
“Okay let’s talk over breakfast.” Tina made to get out of bed but Leanne kept hold of her hand. “What?”
“I was thinking maybe we don’t have to rush to get out of bed,” Leanne said and gently tugged her closer.
“I think,” Tina settled back down, snuggling in, “that's another amazing idea.”
Leanne kissed Tina, slow and sweet. She was sure whatever happened she and Tina would be best friends for years to come.
Re: Fill: Original Fic 2/2
Date: 2018-01-22 02:21 am (UTC)I think much more realistic than them just falling into bed and suddenly knowing exactly what their future relationship would be like.
Very nice.
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Date: 2018-01-20 11:41 pm (UTC)I'm replaying and I HAVE ALL THE FEELS
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Date: 2018-01-20 11:46 pm (UTC)Not a fill
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Date: 2018-01-20 11:50 pm (UTC)"I believe that no one in this world has the answers for me
But still I hope that someone has heard"
-The Rasmus
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Date: 2018-01-21 04:33 am (UTC)'ve been running with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you
I've been down the darkest alleys
Saw the dark side of the moon
To get to you, to get to you
I've looked for love in every stranger
Took too much to ease the anger
All for you, yeah, all for you
I've been running through the jungle
I've been crying with the wolves
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