free for all

[tigriswolf]

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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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[tigriswolf]

DCU, Batfam, you whom the funeral cannot kill ( Anne Sexton)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, wildflowers at the window at breakfast (Anne Sexton)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames (Bruce Springsteen)

[tigriswolf]

DCU, Jason Todd, A field of ghosts & a lifetime ago (Yusef Komunyakaa)

[tigriswolf]

DCU, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, They will wash all my kisses and fingerprints off you and my tearstains (Fleur Adcock)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any +/any, "You can embroider?" "It's just fancy sewing." "You can sew?"

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tale, any princess/heroine, she becomes a fantastic queen

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi, any non-human character(s), humans are weird

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, “We have an elephant in the room, and its name is Sex.” (Dexter)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, an unexpected find at the Salvage Yard

Fill -- Cecil B and the McClellan

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Since she first got to Belden Farms, Trixie has been sighing that she needs a horse. There’s a barn, plenty of pasturage for grazing, its manure would be good for the crops…It doesn’t surprise anyone who knows how determined Trixie is when she goes out for a ramble on nearby roads one afternoon and comes home followed by a horse.

Admittedly, it’s a sorry-looking specimen of horseflesh--its bones are showing like an equine anatomy lesson under layers of filth, but Trixie is just as thrilled as if it was the pride of the Wheeler stables.

Cleaned up, the gelding proves to be mostly grey with black legs, mane and tail. Drawing on her love of movies, she names him Cecil B (as in DeMille). He’s never going to be a beauty, but he’s good-natured. His thick build shows he’s a cow-horse, not a Thoroughbred but Trixie is so thrilled to have her own horse that details like Cecil B’s pedigree don’t matter to her in the least.

“He’s gained enough weight that I can start riding him,” Trixie tells Jupiter, one her on-going progress reports on Cecil B the Wonder Horse. “There’s an old hackamore in the barn, but I need a saddle.”

Jupe hasn’t ridden in about ten years and he was never very interested in horses. Still, he adores Trixie, so he tries to feign a look of polite interest. They’re in the sorting shed at Jones Salvage Yard, going through a load of stuff Uncle Titus just brought back from Pomona. His uncle can’t resist “Everything must go!” sales--so at least half of it is bound to be worthless.

The next cardboard box he picks up almost falls apart as he pries the dove-tailed lid open. A tingle runs up Jupe’s spine. More than once, he’s thought Trixie magical, but this is a little spooky even for her.

“Here’s your saddle, Trixie,” he says, trying to laugh it off. “Too bad it’s busted all to hell.”

Trixie takes it from his with a happy cry. “Perfect!”

“Sweetie, you can’t use that, just look at it, it’s falling apart!”

She exams it with knowledgeable scrutiny. “It needs a girth, of course,” she says absently. “and I wouldn’t trust those old stirrup leathers for five minutes, but that’s easy enough to fix. That and a good saddle soaping and it’ll be good to go!”

“You can’t!” he expostulates, pointing to a missing panel in the leather. “Half the saddle is gone!”

Trixie shakes her head. “That’s a McClellan saddle,” she explains. “It’s supposed to be like that.”

“You’re kidding.” Jupe stares at it dubiously. He’s sure she knows a lot more about horses than he does, but he’s never seen a saddle with a long chunk out of it from front to back.

“Oh, sure,” Trixie warms to her topic. “They were used when the military still had cavalry horses. That section isn’t missing--it was designed that way to relieve pressure on the horse’s backbone. After all, in those days, many horses were being ridden all day, every day for weeks on end, so it was important that they be taken care of. Which makes it perfect for Cecil B!”

“I never knew they had special saddles for the cavalry. I never particularly thought about it.”

“We took a class field trip up to West Point one time,” Trixie recalls. “They had a McClellan saddle on display there and I asked all about it. They’ve been around for a long time--they were invented before the Civil War!”

“Okay,” Jupe surrenders. “Congratulations, you’ve got yourself a saddle. Can we get back to work now?”

…

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Any or Any MCU, any+/any,
‘Cause I’m still a lady
No, I’m not some wench
That falls for your lines
I’m not on the fence
Your routine is fading
Boy, I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
(Caro Emerald)


(And hopefully I did all that right, because this is the first time I've posted a prompt...)

Not a fill...

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

But kudos on your first prompt! You did great!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, Tarzan AU

Fill -- The Jewels of Wakanda

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Let’s say that the Battle of Wakanda happened the day after Steve’s reunion with Bucky. That they had an evening to hang out and have this conversation….


“Did you ever think we’d be staying in a palace, Stevie?” Bucky strolls into the bedroom of their suite, fresh from the shower, still toweling his wet hair. His new arm, dark metal gleaming with gold tracery obeys him as nimbly as if he’d been born with it.

“It’s good of you to let me share your room, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Ah, it’s not like we didn’t share plenty of crappier digs than this,” Bucky reminds him. “Remember that dump over on Ninth Street? The bedbugs and mice took up most of the space in that crummy bed!”

He remembers. He really remembers. Hearing his friend casually reminisce is almost enough to allay the foreboding he feels about the coming conflict. “At least here we don’t have to share the bathroom with a bunch of sailors on shore leave,” he agrees.

“Besides,” Bucky adds, “I know T’Challa said this was my room, but I only stayed here the first couple nights after they woke me up. I’ve been out there--” He gestures to the wide window overlooking the jungle kingdom, his expression diffident. “This place is too big, too fancy--I just couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Out there? Are you kidding? Aren’t there all kinds of wild animals out there?”

Bucky chuckles. “No, T’Challa has devices installed that emit a frequency that annoys the bigger predators to keep them away from the villages. And even if he didn’t, I’ve spent my fair share of time in assorted jungles over the years. Not to mention, I’m the wildest animal out there.”

For an instant, Steve sees a flicker of him, the Winter Soldier--then it’s just his pal Bucky again.

“It’s like playing Tarzan for real,” Bucky drawls. He has on a short caftan printed with tribal designs--it looks like he’s really embraced the life here. “I step off the path into the jungle, there are weird bird calls overhead--not pigeons, like back in the day!--orchids literally dripping from the trees--it’s great! I love it here. I think I could happily live here for the rest of my life.”

Steve struggles for a moment. Bucky, happy again, enthusiastic--that’s wonderful, he doesn’t want to be a buzz-kill, but he fears tomorrow. “Hey, do you remember that winter I was sick and you read to me--”

“That was every winter,” Bucky reminds him. “Also some springs, autumns and the occasional summer.”

“It was one of the Tarzan books--”

“The Jewels of Opar,” his friend replies promptly. “Tarzan finds a lost kingdom in the jungle…yeah, I’ve thought of that one a lot. I haven’t found any ruined temples out there, though--yet!”

“I never thought we’d find ourselves staying in a hidden jungle kingdom!” Steve says with a rueful grin.

“That makes two of us.”

Stave has to look away, his gaze going to the darkness beyond the window. It’s one thing to laugh about The Jewels of Opar, but those aren’t the jewels he’s worried about. All too soon, they’ll be battling to defend themselves from Thanos and the Infinity Gems--and that’s no joke.

…

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, a long separation

Fill: Star Wars Legends - X-wing series, Tycho Celchu/Wedge Antilles, explicit

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15750240

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, faking a fight turns into a real fight

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

One Direction RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Some killer queen you are.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, Skinny dipping during the winter

Northern Trysts (Game of Thrones/Rise of the Guardians)

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

This, Eddard Stark thinks as Prince Oberyn is brought dripping before him, not how it was supposed to be. It should be Brandon, may he and father rest with the gods, standing as Lord of Winterfell. Not him. Not the Quiet Wolf.

The Fosterling.

The Unbeliever.

(He knows what is said of him, though it is not said with Malice. The South is a godless land, the smallfolk commiserate, and he is Stark. The North believes in him even if he no longer believes in It.)

“Leave us.” Eddard says with a gesture, and the Great Hall empties. There will be talk. It is unavoidable with the Viper’s reputation, said snake’s state of dress, and Eddard’s own lack of marital bliss. “May I ask, Prince Oberyn, why precisely you felt the need to profane the sanctity of the godswood with such… honesty?”

Someone had offered the Dornishman a cloak – presumably to protect some woman’s modesty as it was clear the man had none for himself. Eddard doesn’t let his eyes drift below the darkly tanned man’s chest.

“Lord Stark,” Oberyn smiles generously and bows theatrically, the cloak falling open with the motion, and with his arms spread wide the action becomes more of an offer than obedience. “I simply wished to pay my respect to your gods.”

“Human sacrifices were outlawed by King Jahaerys.” Eddard stated, voice neutral.

“Well, I would not call it a sacrifice as such.” The shameless man is smiling, watching something -someone- beyond the Northman’s shoulder. Eddard sighs and looks up toward the ceiling were frost creeps along old beams and older stone. Loops and swirls of sparkling white bloom into flowers and, Lord Stark sighs at the sight, cocks. The familiar stab of loss beats painfully in Eddard’s chest.

He cannot see. He is Lord of Winterfell but he cannot see-

Because seeing is believing but he does not believe. He knows.

It should be Brandon standing here, defending the virtue of an Old God of Winter from the Desert Prince. Looking at the man, muscled and mirthful and wild, for a moment Eddard thinks his older brother has come back to him. Brandon had slipped into his man’s skin as the stories (history) says wargs slip into wolves. Are there wolves in the desert, or simply wild dogs?

“Am I so unimpressive, Lord Stark? I assure you, the cold may shrink a man but-“

Eddard shakes his head with a rueful smile. He cannot begrudge the man that has become so fascinated with the North and its legends. A Spirit of Winter saved Oberyn’s sister, saved Eddard’s sister, and had nearly unmade itself in the process.

“Perhaps that is so below the Neck.” The Lord of Winterfell bares his teeth and thinks of his first born son, clutched to his southern mother’s breast as windows rattle from the wind that wants, desperately wants, to welcome the newest Stark into the world. “In the North, the cold makes us grow.”

He has never noticed the cold except in the abstract; to Robert’s envy and his estranged wife’s disquiet.

“O-ho?”

He wonders what would have happened if his father had called Ice as his champion as King Aerys did Fire. It would have been a song for the ages, no doubt.

“Next time you wish to visit the godswood let the guards know, please. Most good folk do not care for an audience when they pay respects.”

Most folk don’t look like are possessed and trashing about a pond. In winter.

“As you say, Lord Stark.” Oberyn replies still grinning, still shameless, still naked but for a wolfskin coat.

As he brushes past him for the exit Eddard calls, “Meet me in my chambers after tonight’s feast.”

For a moment Eddard thinks there is another smile floating beside Oberyn’s own, with bared teeth so white they shine like freshly fallen snow.

The moment passes.

He doesn’t believe.

He knows.

(It cannot be a sin to love the man, Eddard thinks that night as his bed is filled for the first time since his wedding, it cannot be a sin to love a man that the old gods themselves love.)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Taylor Swift/Karlie Kloss, Slow dancing

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Buzzfeed Unsolved RPF, Shane Madej/Ryan Bergara, Serial killer AU

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any f/m, "I'm always going to be soft for you."

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, lamb to the slaughter

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Xiaolin Showdown, Jack Spicer/Omi, Omi convinces Jack to join the side of good again

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, every time it rains.

Fill: 9-1-1, Buck/Eddie, emotional hurt/comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

He cannot explain it, surly there has to be a logical reason. Yet he cannot understand why every time it rains he has nightmares. Maybe there is something in the air, like an enemy he cannot see, yet knows is hiding, ready to attack.

He gets this itch under his skin, his heart beats a little faster. His chest night, and when the rain falls he feels ill at ease. His shakes, waking in the night from a harsh nightmare. His fingers knot the sheets, holding tight until a warm, soothing hand brushes tenderly down his back, and he is suddenly able to breathe.

Buck smiles at him, his eyes almost tinkling like stars. His beautiful smile greets Eddie, a kindhearted grin on his face makes his heart flutter, and he feels a calmness around his heart as his chest expands with his deep, even breaths. It is magic how Buck is able to calm him, just one touch and Eddie stops shaking as the rain falls outside their home sweet home.

He pulls Eddie closer to his chest, and he curls up tighter against him. Pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheeks, Buck dearly adores, “I love you. I always will. I promise you.” Buck gives him another little hug, and Eddie melts as he has the biggest smile on his face.

Logically he understands how hugs work, they release Oxycontin in the brain, often called the “love hormone” and it’s released during a hug is why being hugged feels so good. Emotionally, a hug makes him feel like everything will be okay…that he is on the battlefield, in a war, but home safe with the man he loves.

Their bodies fitting snugly and tight as they snuggle, skin on warm skin, not an inch between them. Sleep is slowly coming to him, he cannot keep his eyes open much longer, he is in a cocoon of warmth and love, and Buck's heavenly embrace makes Eddie feel calm and peaceful, even as thunder shakes the sky.

Even if the rain in brings nightmares, Buck is always there for him, hugging him with tender arms to keep him warm and safe.

♥ END ♥

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, SG-1 + Buffy Summers, Buffy end up on another planet somehow.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, your having my baby, its none of your business

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Wallace Fennel /Stosh piz Piznarski, she cant know about us