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squidgiepdx and today's theme is that great old standby, "Alternate Universes". Why today, you ask? Because in the US, some of us are going to want to escape the full-belly feeling or that crazy uncle that tells everyone conspiracy theories at the Thanksgiving dinner table - so why not go AU? Now there are any number of ways that you can interpret the prompt, like instead of being a SEAL and a Cop, Steve and Danny from H50 are ::shakes magic 8 ball:: flowershop owners. Or maybe you just want to strip a character from one Universe and drop them into another. Whatever it is, if it's got to do with Alternate Universes, let's do this!
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...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, They own a flower shop
+ Any/Stargate Atlantis, Any /or+ Evan Lorne, Drop Evan Lorne into another fandom
+ Letterkenny, Wayne/Darry, AU where they are cops and met on the job
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 2019 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.
tag=alternate universe
squidgiepdx and today's theme is that great old standby, "Alternate Universes". Why today, you ask? Because in the US, some of us are going to want to escape the full-belly feeling or that crazy uncle that tells everyone conspiracy theories at the Thanksgiving dinner table - so why not go AU? Now there are any number of ways that you can interpret the prompt, like instead of being a SEAL and a Cop, Steve and Danny from H50 are ::shakes magic 8 ball:: flowershop owners. Or maybe you just want to strip a character from one Universe and drop them into another. Whatever it is, if it's got to do with Alternate Universes, let's do this!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...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, They own a flower shop
+ Any/Stargate Atlantis, Any /or+ Evan Lorne, Drop Evan Lorne into another fandom
+ Letterkenny, Wayne/Darry, AU where they are cops and met on the job
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 2019 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.
tag=alternate universe
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Date: 2019-11-28 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 03:42 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2019-11-29 02:37 pm (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/17617601/chapters/51504136
Although if this particular fandom is not to your taste, there's another 39 to choose from lol.
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Date: 2019-11-28 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 04:12 pm (UTC)Given (anime), Satou Mafuyu/Uenoyama Ritsuka
Date: 2020-03-08 04:49 pm (UTC)Not this.
Ritsuka's assigned demon is quiet, unassuming, and so damn innocent looking it makes Ritsuka clench his teeth, unable to even look at him some times. When the demon speaks, he doesn't always have the right words. When he finds them though, it's all Ritsuka can do to play damage control. Most of the time he loses, actually. He has a short temper and isn't all that good with words either. It's kind of infuriating.
Two weeks in, he's just finished damage control (successfully, for once) and the demon is ... well. Rituska doesn't want to call it pouting, but there's really nothing else to call it.
"Stop that," Ritsuka mumbles, and realizes it's the first words they've spoken to each other.
The demon looks as surprised as Ritsuka probably does. There was never a rule about not talking. At least, not that he learned. They just... haven't.
"Umm," he says, awkwardly. "I didn't catch your name."
The demon looks confused, and it occurs to Ritsuka, not for the first time, that he really needs to reconsider this assignment.
"Mafuyu," the demon says, soft voice surprising him.
"Okay," Ritsuka says, and damn if he can't feel himself blushing, of all things. "Well, stop that, Mafuyu."
The demon just stares at him, still pouting. It's not cute.
"What?" Ritsuka says.
"You didn't tell me yours," Mafuyu says.
Ritsuka thinks about it. Thinks some more. Bites his lip. "Ritsuka," he finally says.
"Oh," Mafuyu says. Then he reaches over and claps Ritsuka on the shoulder. "Good job, Ritsuka. You're still not very good at this, though."
"I'm getting better," Ritsuka grumbles. He's always suspected he's newer at this than Mafuyu, anyway.
The demon gives him a considering look. "Maybe," Mafuyu finally says.
It's their job, same as before, but now there's this thing where they talk sometimes. It's pretty hard at first, but it gradually gets easier. He learns things and pretends he doesn't. He thinks Mafuyu learns a few things from him, too, and tries not to think about helping the other do his job better.
The falling in love thing totally sneaks up on him. He fights it hard when he realizes it. It's one thing to find the guy interesting, but this is dangerous. This is something that could ruin him.
He fights it right up until the point he pushes Mafuyu against the wall of an alley and kisses him, weeks of frustration finally boiling over.
When he finally draws back for air, Mafuyu reaches up, cups his cheek. "You're really not very good at this," Mafuyu says, and Ritsuka chooses to believe he doesn't mean the kissing.
"Shut up," Ritsuka says, and Mafuyu laughs, and pulls him down for another kiss.
It feels disturbingly less like falling than it should.
Re: Given (anime), Satou Mafuyu/Uenoyama Ritsuka
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Date: 2019-11-28 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 04:28 pm (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2019-11-28 08:24 pm (UTC)“Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said.
Neither took any notice of him until one of them realised Much was showing them his warrant card.
At that point both attempted to leap up, but Much took a step towards them, saying “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
And DC Dale placed his hands firmly on the shoulders of the two men.
“Inspector Gisborne would like a word with you two.”
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Date: 2019-11-28 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 05:16 pm (UTC)Fill: To Be Continued/MX
Date: 2019-11-29 03:11 pm (UTC)Jinjin swallowed hard and placed it carefully on the briefing room conference table. “It’s Dr. Kim.”
“You’re saying Dr. Kim was transformed into a flower?”
Sanha had never heard Director Kang hit that note before.
Everyone on Jinjin’s team winced. Only Dr. Cha remained impassive.
“We’re pretty sure that’s what happened,” Jinjin said. Since he was the leader of the team, he was responsible for the safety of his teammates and any scientists he was escorting offworld. He really wasn’t to blame, but he had to speak up. Sanha didn’t envy him one bit.
“Either he turned into a flower or the Ancient device that zapped him disintegrated him and gave us this flower as a consolation prize,” Bin said, and Jinjin kicked him in the ankle.
Bin was a Marine through and through and didn’t even flinch. He’d probably have a bruise later, though. He bruised like a peach.
Director Kang went to reach for the bell jar, hesitated. “Eunwoo? Have I lost my mind?”
Dr. Cha said, “I believe Captain Park’s theory is accurate. Based on what I could read on the side of the device, it had transformative properties. It wasn’t an Ancient Device, though, so we don’t know what triggered it. Dr. Kim, like the rest of AR-6, is a natural gene carrier, but none of the other gene carriers affected the device.”
“Dr. Kim is a botanist, though,” Sanha offered.
Bin cast him a look. “So if the machine had zapped me I’d have turned into a gun?”
“I would have said a plate of kimchi,” Sanha said, and Bin kicked him in the ankle.
“Gentlemen!” Director Kang snapped. “What are we doing to do about getting Dr. Kim back?”
“A blue flame,” Rocky said.
Dr. Cha looked appalled. “You want to set him on fire?”
Rocky said, “It was a legend I heard back on Sateda. About flowers submerged in blue fire. They turned into people.”
“Absolutely not,” Director Kang said.
“The blue part of a flame is hotter than the yellow part,” Sanha offered.
Jinjin stomped on his foot.
Sanha wasn’t going to be able to march offworld again anytime soon.
“Wait,” Dr. Cha said. “What if it’s not actual fire? A lot of Ancient technology gives off a blue-scale light when activated. What if it’s an Ancient device that interacts with the technology of this other culture?”
Director Kang looked marginally calmer. “Okay. That’s a good start. Check the Ancient Database. The rest of you - take this flower to Botany. And be careful with it, understood?”
Jinjin nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He rose, tucked the bell jar under his arm, and headed for the door. He radioed Botany as he went. “Im Changkyun, I have a delivery for you.”
“Why isn’t MJ bringing it to me?”
“About that…”
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From:no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 05:19 pm (UTC)mini fill: SGA, gen, a bit crack-y
Date: 2019-11-29 02:57 am (UTC)Aiden paused at the gate. “What? But Dr. Weir said I should -”
“John and Rodney only like Teyla. And if Teyla’s not here, then maybe they like Lorne. Or me. But not you. You’re too new.”
Aiden peered at the two penguins who were hovering over the egg they were taking turns keeping warm. “But you and Lorne started at the zoo a year after me.”
“Yes, but you transferred over to the insect house as soon as we arrived,” Evan said. “We have more experience with them at this point.” He was carrying a bucket of chopped up fish as feed.
“Dr. Weir told me to feed them,” Aiden protested.
Ronon shrugged. “We warned you.”
Aiden sighed and stepped back, raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. But someone has to feed them.”
Ronon bared his teeth in a brief gleam that was too feral to be called a smile. “Let the new guy do it.”
“Todd?” Aiden asked. “He’s even newer than me.”
Ronon said, “I know.”
Evan held out a hand with a five dollar bill in it. “I say he gets pecked within the first ten seconds.”
Ronon handed him a ten. “Within three.”
Aiden considered. Todd was strong, fast. “I give him...twelve.”
Evan called over his shoulder. “Chuck, come be our timekeeper.”
Chuck ambled over to them, stopwatch in hand. “Tell me when to start.”
Evan pocketed the money. “Hey Todd, got a job for you.” He held out the feed bucket, nodded at the gate to the penguin enclosure.
Aiden said, in a low voice, “Is this a good idea? Weir told me to -”
“We like you,” Evan said.
Ronon said, “I don’t dislike you.”
Todd opened the gate.
Chuck started his stopwatch.
Ronon held out a hand. “Pay up.”
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Date: 2019-11-28 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 06:20 pm (UTC)Fill: MyungJin
Date: 2020-03-18 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 06:22 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2019-11-29 10:03 pm (UTC)Even months later he couldn’t help looking around for the tablet that wasn’t there. He didn’t have access to any of his data from the lab – there was no wifi, not even any electricity without a gas generator – but the tablet had practically been an extension of his arm at one point in time. Old habits were hard to break.
“I hope he’s serious this time. I know genetics is a slow science, but this is ridiculous. I don’t know how much longer I can stand being cooped up in here.”
Rodney had traveled a long way to get to Carson’s lab. He was fairly sure it was the last operational facility in North America, still working on a cure. It had been a perilous journey. He wouldn’t have made it without John.
“I was thinking the other day how much I miss fresh meat.”
More to the point, he missed the days when he wasn’t the one considered meat. Back before the virus that turned most of the world’s population into mindless, ravening lunatics with a penchant for human flesh. People called them zombies, which was inaccurate because they hadn’t been raised from the dead. But the word universally encompassed all the fear and revulsion associated with the epidemic.
Rodney ate the MRE slowly. Not to savor it, because it wasn’t particularly good, but because he wanted to take the time to visit with John. He didn’t know why felt compelled to do so, because seeing John broke his heart every time.
If Carson didn’t come up with a cure soon, John would be out of time. Rodney didn’t know what else to do. He owed John his life, in every way possible. Failure wasn’t an option.
In the containment room opposite Rodney’s bench, John repeatedly slapped his hands against the thick plexiglass. Drool was running down his unshaven chin and his teeth were bared, gnashing and yellowed from not being brushed. But it was the eyes that gave his condition away, the beautiful hazel green now a translucent blue, a physical sign of the infection.
They’d have to find him something to eat soon, before his organs started shutting down. Something… or someone. Rodney would do whatever it took to keep John alive. Carson needed just a little longer.
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Date: 2019-11-28 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-28 07:32 pm (UTC)Fill: Malcolm + Gil (I may have strayed a bit from the prompt, sorry!)
Date: 2019-11-29 06:00 am (UTC)Finally, after what seemed like hours, the end of the hall was in sight, the door there wide open. And suddenly Malcolm’s fear had a focus: whatever was on the other side of that doorway.
He couldn’t stop himself from running toward it.
His father was waiting for him. Dr. Martin Whitly, looking as he did the day he’d been taken away by the FBSI. Same brown sweater, same pleased grin, same otherworldly blue glow emanating from his eyes.
“We’re the same,” he said to Malcolm. “You and I.”
His smile widened, more than was humanly possible, until all Malcolm could see was teeth.
He screamed.
Malcolm jerked awake, straining at his restraints. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and the blood was rushing in his ears. He lay panting, legs tangled in his bed sheets, and tried to shake off the dream.
The restraints unbuckled with a thought, the fae-strength iron falling away. They were merely a precaution, since Malcolm didn’t have any idea what he was. Just as no-one knew what Dr. Martin Whitly was, despite years of imprisonment and examination and interrogation.
Malcom slipped out of bed and walked over to the window. The sun was just starting to come up, pulling the city out of the shadows. They never really went away, though, did they? Just shifted, collected. Waited. Malcom knew all too well the things that hid in shadows.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Gil.
We’ve got a homicide. Looks like we didn’t get rid of that wraith after all. You coming?
“On my way.”
Malcolm may not know himself, but he was the best paranormal profiler in the city. And he had a wraith to find.
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Date: 2019-11-28 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-29 04:29 am (UTC)