On Wednesdays we play in Alternate Universes!

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is the always fun Alternate Universe. Prompts can be just about anything, as long as it's not complete canon! So maybe take Lorne out of Stargate Atlantis and make him a baker, where David is a new wholesaler. Or maybe Casey McCall from Sports Night is a news anchor, and Dan Rydell is a guy he's been told is the best suitmaker in Manhattan. Or maybe (in a half-canon AU) Wayne from Letterkenny is having problems with his tractor, and Daryl is a mechanic that they sent from the next town over. If you think you can make an AU out of canon, today's the day!

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 above mentioned spoiler cut.

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, Evan the baker meets David, his new wholesaler.
+ Sports Night, Casey McCall/Dan Rydell, Casey needs a new suit, and finds himself standing in his boxers in front of Dan Rydell, who keeps flirting with him.
+ Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, The tractor won't start, and when his usual mechanic is away, the service sends him Daryl.

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[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan the baker meets David, his new wholesaler.

[squidgiepdx]

Sports Night, Casey McCall/Dan Rydell, Casey needs a new suit, and finds himself standing in his boxers in front of Dan Rydell, who keeps flirting with him.

[squidgiepdx]

Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, The tractor won't start, and when his usual mechanic is away, the service sends him Daryl.

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, Monroe runs a craft beer place and Nick stops by after work one day

[squidgiepdx]

Check, Please!, Any/Any, What if one character never went to Samwell

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any ensemble, crime scene investigators

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, ensemble, Firefly AU

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“This is it,” Minhyuk said, peering through the window in the door that led to the cargo car.

Jinwoo popped up beside him, and sure enough, the metal crates -- guarded by Alliance military -- had red crosses marked on the side. Medicine bound for settlements on the outer planets, marked up to triple their worth, because the Alliance didn’t actually give a damn about people far from the central planets.

“Ready?” Jinwoo asked.

Minhyuk nodded.

Jinwoo tapped his radio. “Sanha, you got in position?”

The radio crackled, then Sanha said, “Just one moment, captain.”

“Binnie, you in position?” Jinwoo asked.

Bin’s reply was an enthusiastic whoop.

“Myungjun-hyung?” Jinwoo pressed.

“We’re in position,” was Myungjun’s sunny response.

“Ready!” Sanha shouted.

Minhyuk opened the door and vaulted over the nearest stack of crates, kicked a soldier in the face.

Cries went up, but Minhyuk was already past another pile of crates and unlocking the massive sliding door in the side of the car.

Jinwoo dashed in behind him, mask covering the lower half of his face, and punched a soldier coming at him.

In a trice, Minhyuk and Jinwoo had shoved all three soldiers out of the moving train car.

“Go!” Jinwoo shouted.

Over the rushing wind from the open train car, Jinwoo heard the familiar thrum of Aroha’s engines, and then there was another whoop as a line dropped and Bin came sailing down. He landed in the train car, and together the three of them lashed the crates to Binnie’s line.

Minhyuk signaled Myungjun, who was operating the winch from the storage bay, and then Bin and the crates disappeared back up into the belly of Aroha, which zipped away, Sanha and Myungjun and Bin all cheering.

Sanha would land Aroha in a canyon on the other side of the planet and power down till Jinwoo and Minhyuk could make their way off the train, and then they’d rendezvous with the ship, and soon Aroha would be offworld and headed for another outer rim planet where they could sell the meds for a more reasonable price, and also maybe get a bit of extra cash with Dongmin’s medical skills.

Jinwoo and Minhyuk made it back into the passenger car just before the hue and cry went up from the rest of the Alliance security patrols: a whole squad unaccounted for, and all the medicine missing.

“Dammit,” the man beside Jinwoo said.

“They were just going to mark it all up anyway,” Jinwoo said.

“Yeah, but we need those meds. This is a mining settlement, and practically every man here has mining sickness,” the man said.

Minhyuk turned to Jinwoo, one eyebrow raised.

Jinwoo discreetly tapped on his radio. “So the meds on this train are needed specifically for the people in this settlement?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. So many people die without it.”

Jinwoo mouthed a litany of curses, then cleared his throat. “Oh no. What are we going to do?”

“We?” the man asked.

Jinwoo offered his most charming and trustworthy smile. “Well, my cousin and I are out here to get jobs at the mine. Obviously we’ll be needing that medicine one day, right?”

The man eyed him. “Oh yeah? Mining jobs? From who?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, captain?” Bin asked over the radio.

Bless Minhyuk and his stone-face, for he gave no reaction.

“I think he is,” Myungjun said over the radio with a sigh. “Sanha-ya, we have to return the meds.”

“But --” Sanha protested.

Jinwoo said, “Ah, a distant cousin of mine. Eric Nam.”

The man nodded, then paused. “Wait, Eric?”

“Yes,” Jinwoo said, still smiling politely.

“Do it,” Bin said. “Myungjun, get the winch. Sanha, steer us back to the train.”

“Who did and made you boss?” Sanha demanded.

“Look, both the captain and the first mate are down there, and they’re hosed -- and we’re all hosed -- if these meds go missing and someone realizes it’s us,” Bin said. “So come on.”

“He’s right,” Myungjun said.

Sua said, “Uh-oh.”

She’d been silent this all time and had popped up to say that?

“Eric died a year ago,” the man said to Jinwoo, whose smile froze.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hamlet, any, Downton Abbey AU

No fill yet

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

But I'm onto it!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, ensemble, actors putting on a theater production

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, treasure hunters

[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Physician!Fraser tends to Cop!Ray after Ray gets injured on a case.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, Copy & Thief AU

Clone Thieves (Gen)

[esteefee]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33188758

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Check, Please!, ensemble, Stargate Multiverse AU

No fill, but...

[squidgiepdx]

I see what you did there... ::grin:: Lemme cogitate! :)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, paranormal investigators AU

Fill 1/2: McShep + Ronon + Evan + Laura + OC (Unexpected Discoveries 'verse

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The cliffs at Cornwall. They call them the haunted shores. Mists gather here, and sea fog. And eerie stories. The team and I are going to follow up on just such a story, about a once-grand house on the edge of the cliffs, and the tragedy that happened here almost one hundred years ago. Do unquiet spirits walk the empty halls of Windward House? We’ll soon find out!

“Are we all set?” Kyle asked.

“Everything’s online,” Rodney replied. “Go do your thing, while I sit here breathing in a hundred year’s worth of mold and mildew.”

“You’re wearing a mask,” Ronon pointed out. “I think you’ll survive.”

It took a lot to get Rodney to wear one, too. He only busted it out for the dankest, moldiest places they went to because he didn’t like his breathing impaired. John personally didn’t think the air inside the house was all that bad. Someone had been looking after it.

“John and I will tackle the second floor,” Kyle said. “Ronon, you and Evan take a quick spin around the grounds and then come back in and hit the first floor. Laura, EVPs.”

“Yes, boss!” Laura replied, snapping out a salute.

Windward House wasn’t the creepiest place they’d been, but John couldn’t fault the place for ambience. The wind was howling around the house, and he could hear the crash of the waves at the base of the cliffs below. Plus, there was just something about an abandoned house that always felt a little sad.

John followed Kyle up the big, curved stairway, camera on his shoulder. The only light to see by was from Kyle’s headlamp and the night vision screen on the camera.

“We’re going to the second floor,” Kyle narrated. “This is said to be one of two hotspots in the house for paranormal activity.”

John was not a fan of the ghost investigations. He’d much rather try and chase down a sasquatch or a lake monster. He hadn’t had any other personal encounters since Turkey, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Okay, seriously?” Kyle was at the first door at the top of the stairs, just past the big, round window, and he was shaking the knob in frustration. “Why is this locked? They told me everything would be open!”

“Since when do any of our investigations go smoothly?” John asked.

Kyle grumbled, but they moved on to the next room. All the upstairs room were bedrooms and bathrooms, and none of them had much to offer. Kyle tried an EVP session anyway, recorder on to see if he might capture a communication from beyond the grave.

Ronon to Rodney.

Yes? What?

We’re picking up some audio out here by the dead tree. Are you getting anything?

Rodney was set up in what might’ve been a living room or parlor back in the day, keeping an eye on the feeds from the trap cameras, and Evan’s and John’s cameras.

Give me a minute.

John tried to remember where the dead tree was. There were French doors off the room he was using as base camp, so it might be easy enough for him to step outside with the parabolic microphone and see if he could capture anything. Then again, the wind was blowing so hard it might be impossible to pick up anything.

“Okay,” Kyle said. He pocked the recorder. “Let’s head downstairs. Maybe Laura is having more luck in the back room.”

That was the other hot spot area, which they’d been told had once been a nursery. But when they got back to the top of the stairs, the locked door was open. John felt a chill run down his spine.

“Kyle to Laura.”

What’s up?

“Are you still downstairs?”

Yes. Why? Where should I be?

“And you haven’t come upstairs at all?” Kyle asked persistently.

No. Do you want me to?

“No. Hold your position.”

Kyle pushed the door all the way open. It was the art studio, denoted by a wall of windows that must’ve offered one hell of a view during the daytime. Right now it was just solid blackness out there, except for a little spot of light that had to be Ronon and Evan down by the cliffs.

“EVP time,” Kyle said, producing the recorder.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Much +/ Guy of Gisborne, coffee shop AU

No fill yet

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

But this is perfect!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, John Watson + Sherlock Holmes, band AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ Danny Williams, schoolteacher AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Untamed, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, law enforcement AU

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, coffeeshop AU

Fill 1/2: Trixie Belden Mysteries/Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

There was a new coffee shop in Rocky Beach, with the improbable name Love Beans. Jupiter had never seen the need to pay for something he could make himself, but then his coffee maker broke, and there was no way he could finish writing the next chapter of his book without caffeine.

“Welcome to Love Bean!” said the girl at the counter. She was cute – messy blonde curls, freckles, big, bright smile – and her name tag said Trixie. “What can I get you?”

“Coffee. Cream and one sugar.”

“Got it! Name?”

“Jupiter.”

Trixie grinned at him again. “What a cool name! You know, I had a friend back home who –”

“Trixie!” one of the other aproned workers said sharply.

“Right. Sorry!”

Jupiter paid for his coffee, then found a table to sit at to wait. He scrolled through his cell phone, checking his emails. When he was writing everything else fell by the wayside, so the messages had been piling up.

“Jupiter!” Trixie called when his coffee was ready.

When he made to grab it, Trixie pushed it too forcefully into his hand. The top popped off and hot coffee went all over the counter and Jupiter’s hand. He hissed through his teeth and grabbed a handful of napkins from the closest dispenser.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Trixie pulled a bar towel from her apron and started swabbing up the coffee. “Are you okay? Did I burn you?”

She had, but it was barely first degree. She looked so honestly distressed that Jupiter didn’t want to make her feel worse.

“No. It’s fine.”

One of Trixie’s co-workers dragged her away and took over. “I’m so sorry, sir. We’ll get you a replacement, on the house.”

Jupiter took his coffee and left.

*o*o*o*

There was no reason for him to back to Love Bean. He’d gotten his coffee maker fixed, he was facing a publishing deadline, and the coffee burn was still fresh in his mind. But so was Trixie, with her exuberance and clumsy enthusiasm.

“Coffee. Cream, one sugar.”

“Jupiter, right? I never forget a face!” Trixie put his order in but refused to let him pay for it. “I owe you. How’s your hand?”

“I’ve regained full use of it,” Jupiter joked, flexing the appendage in question.

“Glad to hear it! How about I bring it to you this time?”

So Jupiter sat and waited, surreptitiously watching as Trixie personally fixed his coffee. One sugar somehow turned into four, and he was pretty sure the coffee was going to be too sweet for him, but he accepted it anyway.

“See? I’m getting the hang of it!” Trixie said with a big grin. “How is it?”

Jupiter took a sip and worked very hard not to make a face. “Great.”

“Next time you should try the biscotti. It’s really good.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jupiter promised.

He took his coffee and left, dumping the whole thing into a trashcan when he was far enough away.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, camp counselors AU

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Disney, Raya/Namaari, MMA AU

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, farmers AU

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, librarians AU

Fill: The Untamed, WangXian

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“They’re back,” Xichen murmured softly, as Wangji penned a new entry for the card catalogue.

Wangji didn’t ask who or turn to look at the main doors of the Cloud Recesses Library, because he knew who it was: Wei Wuxian and his two adopting siblings, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin. They came in every Saturday, Yanli for new cookbooks; Wanyin for books on archery and fishing and cultivating lotuses and other useful skills for where they came from in Yunmeng; and Wuxian for -- anything. Music. Art. Poetry. Origami. Jewelry-making. Smutty romance manhwas. Smuttier BL manhwas.

Wangji always blushed as he scanned those before putting them into Wuxian’s book tote, a reusable bag embroidered with a purple and blue lotus.

As long as Wanyin didn’t get into a loud argument with Jin Zixuan over Yanli -- and she was good at making them keep their distance, or at least their peace -- he would be fine. Yanli was a very sweet and courteous patron.

Wuxian, though.

He was chaos. Books left open and scattered across desks. Photocopies fluttering everywhere. Printers spitting out pages like they were malfunctioning.

He always had a bright smile and a cheery comment when he finally came to the desk to check out his reading selection for the week (silversmithing, pentatonic scales, meditation).

“How are your rabbits?” Wuxian asked.

“They are well, thank you,” Wangji said. He wasn’t sure what had ever caused him to tell Wuxian about his rabbits, as the man could prattle on endlessly without expecting a reply, but it had spilled out of him one time when he’d been desperate to get Wuxian to stop talking and bothering the other patients -- or perhaps he’d been desperate to connect with Wuxian beyond the mere fact of checking books out for him.

“Give them kisses and cuddles for me. See you next week!” Wuxian fluttered his fingers and scampered for the door.

Wangji watched him go and was terribly jealous of his own pets, but that night, after he’d helped Xichen and Uncle close down the library, he hugged and petted his rabbits, and he wondered what it would be like to be a rabbit and for Wuxian to kiss and cuddle him.

The next week, Wuxian was back with his siblings.

Wanyin and Zixuan started to get into a fight, and Yanli managed to herd them out front before they truly exploded, leaving Wuxian to assemble his random assortment of books again (playing the dizi, ancient sword techniques, calligraphy).

“So, Lan Wangji, when are you going to ask me out?” Wuxian asked.

Wangji paused, scanner in one hand, book on calligraphy in the other. “You’re shameless.”

Wuxian shrugged and grinned. “Yeah, but you love me this way.”

Wangji really, really did. “Next week,” he said, before he could stop himself.

He had the distinct pleasure of seeing Wuxian truly surprised -- and delighted.

Then he ducked his head and finished scanning the books and putting them into the tote.

“See you next week,” Wuxian said, and Wangji nodded.

He couldn’t wait.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer, Chloe Decker + any, coffee house au

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, any, Superhero AU