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squidgiepdx and today's theme is unintended or unexpected consequences. Prompts can be just about anything that has to do with the consequences of doing something. Did Rodney McKay press a button on an Ancient console which released pheromones into the air and turn Atlantis' into a breeding frenzy? Maybe Steve McGarrett agreed to be part of a plan to set Danno up with someone, but he ended up being the object of Danno's desires. Or perhaps a slip of the tongue and Casey McCall accidentally outs himself on live air. Whatever the case, if it's an unexpected outcome, today's the day to dig into it!
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, David brings back a fascinating new plant to help supplement Atlantis' food supply, but it has an interesting side effect when eaten.
+ Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, A leftover sprig of mistletoe wreaks havoc on the set
+ Torchwood, Captain Jack/Ianto Jones, What happens during a crisis that strikes while Jack and Ianto play a game of naked hide & seek?
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squidgiepdx and today's theme is unintended or unexpected consequences. Prompts can be just about anything that has to do with the consequences of doing something. Did Rodney McKay press a button on an Ancient console which released pheromones into the air and turn Atlantis' into a breeding frenzy? Maybe Steve McGarrett agreed to be part of a plan to set Danno up with someone, but he ended up being the object of Danno's desires. Or perhaps a slip of the tongue and Casey McCall accidentally outs himself on live air. Whatever the case, if it's an unexpected outcome, today's the day to dig into it!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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, David brings back a fascinating new plant to help supplement Atlantis' food supply, but it has an interesting side effect when eaten.
+ Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, A leftover sprig of mistletoe wreaks havoc on the set
+ Torchwood, Captain Jack/Ianto Jones, What happens during a crisis that strikes while Jack and Ianto play a game of naked hide & seek?
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2018-05-11 01:53 pm (UTC)Fill: crack, temporary gender swap (so kinda het?)
Date: 2018-05-11 09:45 pm (UTC)Lorne had the good grace to look sheepish. “I’m sorry, sir. They happened all the time in the Milky Way. We kept our own wedding register in case our alien allies inquired after the, uh, happy couple at a later date, but it was just a - necessity, sometimes.”
“Well the Milky Way wasn’t littered with Ancient Tech and there wasn’t a concentration of Gene carriers, was there?” Rodney snapped.
Reed said, “If it makes you feel better, Doc, you look way prettier than your sister.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better.” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, noticed all the Marines immediately look at his chest, rolled his eyes and let his arms drop to his sides.
John shrugged out of his uniform jacket and draped it over Rodney’s shoulders.
“Can this be reversed?” Rodney asked.
Teyla said, “Ronon and I will speak to the village chief and find out.” She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned followed her back toward the village.
“In the meantime, Doc, sir, both of you should get checked by Doc Beckett.” Lorne turned, signaled, and one of his Marines dialed the gate.
“I’m never getting married offworld again,” Rodney said. “For that matter, I’m just never getting married!”
“You know,” John said in a low voice, hours later, during a lull in all the medical testing (he hadn’t left Rodney’s side once, left all his duties to Lorne as a kind of punishment), “I was married once.”
Rodney stared at him. “You?”
“Her name was Nancy.”
“...Oh. But you - and me -”
“I’m in it for you,” John said quietly. “Your hot bod is just a bonus.”
Rodney eyed him. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” John said, “if it takes a while for this whole thing to wear off, well, I can still show you a good time.”
Rodney’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Oh.” He cleared his throat and then said, louder, “Look, Carson, is it really necessary to keep me in here? I feel fine.” He actually felt pretty hot under the collar, distracted by the way John was leaning against the infirmary cot and wetting his lips, seemingly casual but every line of his body screaming want.
Carson eyed him. “If you’re sure -”
“I’ll be back the instant I think something’s wrong,” Rodney said, already sliding off of the cot. He tugged on the uniform that Lorne had borrowed from Dr. Biro and followed John out of the infirmary.
A few hours later, after discovering that the rumors of women being able to have multiple orgasms were totally true (and that female personnel’s speculation about how John might be in bed with a woman unfairly underestimated him), Rodney turned back into a man.
Right before Teyla radioed him and told him the effects should wear off.
Also, did he know where John was?
Re: Fill: crack, temporary gender swap (so kinda het?)
Date: 2018-05-12 02:10 am (UTC)Re: Fill: crack, temporary gender swap (so kinda het?)
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Date: 2018-05-11 02:50 pm (UTC)Fic: Long Nights in the Forest - H50 - Steve/Danny - Rated: R - 1/2
Date: 2018-05-11 09:15 pm (UTC)But none of that mattered. For the past few years, Danny had been at his side, through thick and thin. Steve couldn't have asked for a better partner. Yet Steve wanted more. Danny made Steve want to be a better man. And beyond that, Danny caused a thirst in him that parched him more and more as each day passed. A thirst that could only be quenched by lips that had yelled at him thousands of times. But with each argument, Steve's feelings grew.
They had been tracking down a couple of bad guys, but in the process of bringing them down, had gotten separated from the rest of the crew. By the time they decided to hunker down for the night, he was sure Grover and the team had already hauled in their suspects. Probably. But night had fallen, and before they had a chance to get back to civilization, they were still miles deep into the forest with only a few supplies to keep them. So Steve had convinced Danny to stop when they came to a clearing, and they would rest up for the night, then continue in the morning.
Things had gone smoothly after that - or at least Steve considered it smooth. Danny had subjected him to only two rants, so Steve figured that was a win. They put together a small fire pit and decided to sleep under the stars, the flames giving them enough light for their little camp, warmth that they wouldn't need a blanket, and a deterrent to keep any roaming beasts at bay. Steve, ever the light sleeper, woke up several times during the night so he could put more logs on the fire, as Danny slept. He would do anything for Danny, so keeping him safe and warm was the least he could do.
Even with the fire, though, Danny still looked cold. His long sleeves came in handy, but the way Danny's shoulders were hunched, Steve knew his partner had to be cold. And though he couldn't see Danny's face for the dancing flames, he knew that even in sleep, Danny's expression was pinched. So after thinking about it, Steve came up with a plan.
After putting a couple more logs on the fire, making it as large as he dared in the small clearing, Steve scooted closer to his partner. Sure, he'd had years of SEAL training, and he was sure that covert snuggling wasn't exactly what his commanding officers probably meant, but that didn't mean the training wasn't coming in useful. Within minutes, he was kneeling behind Danny.
Carefully, Steve leaned down onto his side as he scooted his body as close to Danny as he could. Then, in one move, fluid enough for a man known as Smooth Dog, he reached over and put his arm around Danny's waist as he pressed himself, chest to legs, against Danny.
Steve smiled at how right it felt to be plastered against Danny without his partner stirring. But all that changed an instant later when he felt Danny tense - and Steve was embroiled in a sudden flail of arms and legs.
First, Danny reached back and connected his elbow with Steve's side, and his fist quickly found the side of Steve's head. Then two more jabs to Steve's stomach. A kick to his ankle followed. And then Steve was forced to his back, as Danny pinned his arms out at the side while he used his knees as pressure points that were somehow doing massive pain to the sides of Steve's chest.
And then, Danny seemed to come to.
Danny gave Steve the most incredulous, most annoyed look of all time. His hair was wild, leaves and dirt plastered against his side. But Danny, wild look still in his eyes as golden flames danced in pools of blue.
"Danno!" Steve said, then bucked his hips.
He expected an apology. But instead, Danny let go of one of Steve's hands, raised it to Steve's chin and leaned forward. Was this it? Was Danny about to kiss him?
"Steven," Danny half yelled, "what the hell's the matter with you?"
"Seriously?" Steve responded. He yanked his other hand from where it was pinned, but Danny made no move from where he sat on Steve's stomach.
Re: Fic: Long Nights in the Forest - H50 - Steve/Danny - Rated: R - 2/2
Date: 2018-05-11 09:15 pm (UTC)"Are you gonna get off me anytime soon, Danno?"
Danny crossed his arms. "Gimme one good reason."
Steve felt his rapidly filling cock coming to life, knowing that Danny's bottom was resting along the shaft. So that was one reason.
And just because his life was hell, Danny seemed to realize exactly what was going on with Steve, too. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said as an evil grin started to cover his face. "I didn't think you liked me like that, Steven."
"Shuddup," Steve said. He bucked again, but Danny's thighs were surprisingly strong. Thoughts of Danny's thick, muscular thighs were suddenly all Steve could comprehend, which made his hard cock even firmer. "Danny..." he said, hoping the pleading sound of his voice conveyed his need to stand up and cover himself, and not the real necessity of wanting Danny's hands on him.
The smile stayed, though Danny's hand wandered. First, Steve felt as Danny's fingers stroked along the inseam of his cargo pants. Then gently over the coarse materials that covered his balls. And finally, Steve let out a groan as he felt two fingers slowly drag up the length of his shaft. "Danny," he said, voice thick with want. He put one hand on each side of Danny's waist, then tried to pull Danny off of him.
In response, Danny said, "Nah ah ah!" and leaned forward. He stopped an inch away from Steve's face, then leaned down and kissed Steve - soft at first. Then deeper. Steve pushed his tongue, licking at Danny's lips until their tongues danced against each other. He was so turned on, if he didn't come right then, he felt like his head was going to explode.
Danny leaned back up as his fingertips danced across the length of Steve's shaft again. Steve bucked against the pressure and tried to pull at the buttons of his pants, needing desperately to be free.
"I'm on top right now, Steven," Danny said, a mischievous look on his face. "And I get to call the shots." He reached out and grabbed Steve's hands, and once again pressed them into the dirt.
"Lets at least get naked," Steve pleaded.
"Not right now, babe," Danny replied with an evil grin. "This time, you get to watch."
Danny let go of Steve and lifted his hands to his shirt. He made quick work of the buttons, then tossed it aside. Steve raised his hands to roam through the muscled flesh of Danny's chest, then groaned as Danny ground his ass against Steve's cock. Finally, Danny pulled at his belt and tossed it aside. And as his fingers came back to unbutton the top button of his pants, Steve actually whimpered. Danny made quick work of his zipper, then pulled out his thick cock and fisted it a few times before pushing up Steve's shirt and rubbing the head of his weeping cock against Steve's belly.
"You know how many times I had to watch you undress? Know how many times I took those images in my head home and beat off, thinking about you?"
Steve shook his head weakly. "No," he said, voice barely above the crackling of the fire.
Danny leaned forward again and licked at Steve's mouth. "Enjoy the show, babe," Danny whispered, then leaned back on Steve's stomach and stroked himself. And even though Steve wasn't allowed to touch himself, watching Danny had been enough. He came just before Danny and didn't care that he'd just filled his shorts with come. He had a show to watch.
Re: Fic: Long Nights in the Forest - H50 - Steve/Danny - Rated: R - 2/2
Date: 2018-05-12 01:50 am (UTC)Thank you for the fill, Squidgie!
Re: Fic: Long Nights in the Forest - H50 - Steve/Danny - Rated: R - 2/2
Date: 2018-05-13 04:29 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2018-05-11 02:51 pm (UTC)Fill -- The Incident of the Hasty Redhead
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Date: 2018-05-11 05:07 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2 (stealth crossover)
Date: 2018-05-12 12:00 am (UTC)“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” John said loftily. He added another bill to the pile that had been accruing since he’d come in first thing that morning.
“If you keep going back every day like that, they’re going to notice.” Rodney glanced up toward the vid projector in the corner, where in addition to the usual mindless drama, a news ticker was scrolling across the bottom with the same warnings as always: Time warp is not allowed; do not take any watches from Elizabeth Weir.
“Like they haven’t noticed you going to visit Jeannie?” John kept acting like he was reading is newspaper.
“I’m just visiting her,” Rodney muttered, defensive. “Not like Teyla, who keeps trying to save her father.”
“And I’m just training with Ronon,” John said, perfectly calm. “The training will be worth it, when the Wraith finally arrive on his planet.”
Rodney set down his tray and carafe of coffee, pretended to straighten sugar packets at the table beside John’s. “You think that training will make a difference?”
They’d both watched the crackling and half-erased video of a young man, Ronon Dex, begging for help as the Wraith descended on his planet, an enemy his planet’s defense forces had no way of combating, had no training or experience for.
“I can hope,” John said. He finished his coffee, threw down enough cash to cover the tab, scooped up his bag of training gear, and swept out of the coffee shop. He headed back to his apartment. He lived alone, was left alone by his father and brother so long as he contributed to the company on a regular basis, meaningful contributions by way of mathematics for R&D, because business was never going to be his thing, not after he’d spent so many years in the Air Force.
As soon as he was in the door, he locked it, pushed back his sleeve, spun the dials on his watch - date, time, location - and activated it.
And then he was standing in the back of the training hall where Ronon and his fellow squadron members usually did their combat training. Ronon was by himself, stretching out.
He was beautiful.
The first time John had seen Ronon on the video, he’d been struck by the tattoo on the side of the young man’s throat, the soft line of his jaw, his pretty eyes, and the way his prettiness was hidden by his rough goatee, the raw, furious, desperate note in his voice, the breadth of his shoulders.
In person he was even more beautiful, all golden skin, smooth muscles, mischievous dark eyes, that little amused smirk. Without the terror and exhaustion of battle, Ronon was playful, sarcastic, deadpan.
And he was a force to be reckoned with.
John had researched Sateda exhaustively, spent a lot of time talking to Teyla about what she knew of its culture, spent even more time in libraries, on the net, even talking to Daniel Jackson, much to Rodney’s vast unamusement. He knew Sateda had a sophisticated culture, that men like Ronon were expected to be skilled warriors and artists all in one.
Ronon was a poet, a playwright, and a painter when he wasn’t throwing down with John in the training hall.
But his words were poetry, his hands on John’s skin painting heat and passion when he lowered John to the training mats at the back of the hall.
John went back to train with Ronon every day, then returned to his own time and spent the rest of the day in the present doing “actual work” for Sheppard Industries. He knew his training would pay off, it would.
He was still waiting for the day when someone mentioned, casually, that they’d heard on the news stream, about Sateda, about Ronon Dex, about how he’d helped defeat the Wraith.
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Date: 2018-05-12 12:01 am (UTC)“The Weir timepiece,” they said. “Hand it over.”
There was one of him and a whole bunch of them. Could he fight them off? He’d been training every single day.
But he’d been living two lives for months, on not enough sleep, and -
And then a man John had never seen before - blue-eyed, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, wearing a white shirt and tan paint-stained overalls - appeared in John’s apartment. He had a familiar watch on one wrist.
He scooped up John’s cold cup of coffee, flung its contents in the first agent’s face, kicked the second in the knee, punched the third, and then he was across the apartment, grabbing John’s hand.
“Come on, Ronon’s waiting!”
“Who the hell are you?” John asked, but he pumped his legs faster to keep up.
“My name is Evan.” He dragged John down an alley, pinned him against the wall with one hand, grabbed his wrist with the other.
“Wait, what are you -”
Evan spun the dials on the watch with an expert hand, looked into John’s eyes.
John looked down at his watch, saw a date in the future - no, he’d never dared to, it was impossible to -
And then the alley dissolved, and John was standing in the back of a familiar training hall.
Ronon, Jeannie, Teyla’s father, and Elizabeth Weir were waiting for him.
RE: Fill 2/2 (stealth crossover)
Date: 2018-05-12 12:50 am (UTC)I love the sexy descriptions of Ronon and that John has more than one reason to risk going back in time. And then poor Evan saves everyone. What a guy. Thank you for a lovely fill from your even lovelier brain!
Re: Fill 2/2 (stealth crossover)
Date: 2018-05-12 12:56 am (UTC)I figured John and Ronon would make good training partners.
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