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Happy Monday, folks! I'm [livejournal.com profile] squidgiepdx and have taken over hosting for this week, and we're starting out with a bang. No, not a sexual thing - like a multiverse big-bang that created lots of parallel universes. Like one where John Sheppard is a pastry chef and he accidentally gives Rodney McKay a lemon cake. Or where Ray Kowalski is a mechanic and Fraser, who Ray Vecchio has entrusted his car with, needs to get some wires replaced that Diefenbaker chewed.

Whatever the case, if it's about Alternate Universes, then you're in the right spot - so let's play!

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, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Bakery AU
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Mechanic AU
+ Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, Tractor salesman Daryl

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

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Date: 2023-06-19 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any, any/any, ghost hunters AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any crossover fandoms, Any, meeting at boarding school

Date: 2023-06-19 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
BBC Sherlock, any, Regency AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
MI-5|Spooks, any, schoolteacher AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
BBC Robin Hood, any, magic AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, due South fusion (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Due_South)

Date: 2023-06-19 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, any, angels and demons AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, photographer AU

Date: 2023-06-19 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any K-pop/K-drama fandom, Any, Ancient Astronaut Enthusiasts

Fill:

Date: 2023-06-19 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
“You would think that choosing to take a subject at A-level would indicate a certain interest in the subject, wouldn’t you?” Lucas North moaned.

“That comes of teaching modern languages, ‘should be easy, and you get to go abroad’,” his friend, Adam Carter replied.

“Do I take it that those who take science subjects are much more serious about it?”

“You must be joking. This afternoon was proof of that.”

The headteacher, Harry Pearce, had entered the staffroom during the conversation. “Yes,” he said. “So I gathered. I do hope you have got rid of that unpleasant smell by now. And cleared up. It would be unfair to expect the cleaners to do all that.”

“Mathematics is a much safer subject,” Ros Myers said. “There may be little enthusiasm but at least it doesn’t come with unfortunate experiments.”

Jo Portman groaned, and everyone turned to look at her. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “It’s just the spelling, start A-level English Literature and forget how to spell words that even 10 year olds can get right.”

RE: Fill:

Date: 2023-06-19 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
I loved this so much! Thank you! It was so fun to see what subjects they all taught.

Date: 2023-06-19 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cornerofmadness.livejournal.com
The Owl House, Luz Noceda + any, Star Trek AU

Re: Fill:

Date: 2023-06-19 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
This is so cute! Oh, the woes of being a school teacher. ::grins::

Fill 1/2: SGA/H50/Criminal Minds, X-Men fusion

Date: 2023-06-19 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
“Welcome to Elizabeth Weir’s School for the gifted,” the boy with the spiky hair and red sunglasses said. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and slacks and looked annoyingly preppy.

Rodney kept his grip on his suitcase tight even though with his telekineses no one could take it from him if he didn’t want them to. “The sign on the door says this is the Colorado Springs Chapter of the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Pretty sure they don’t have chapters or schools. They have Kingdom Halls or whatever.”

The boy with the glasses glanced over his shoulder. “Dr. Weir?”

“He wouldn’t have made it past the door if he weren’t truly gifted,” Elizabeth Weir said. She rolled down the hall toward Rodney in her fancy wheelchair.

He itched to take it apart and see why it rolled so smoothly.

He also expected the boy with the shades to ask what his gift was, but he said nothing.

Dr. Weir’s smile was warm and welcoming. “We’re so glad you decided to join our student body, Rodney. John, will you show him to the boys’ dorm?”

John nodded. “Sure. C’mon, Rodney.” He spun on his heel and headed for the nearest set of stairs.

Rodney followed, using his telekinesis to make his suitcase lighter. The house was large and lavish, with lush carpets and heavy wood-paneled walls, chandeliers and stained glass windows.

Up on the second floor — the stairs extended at least one more floor above them — John crossed the landing and headed down another corridor and opened a door.

“Hey, we have a new guy. Make sure you’re decent.”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Unlike you Americans, I’m not a prude.”

The corner of John’s mouth turned up in brief quirk of amusement. “All right.” And he pushed the door open.

Rodney followed him into the room and came up short.

Two boys — one tall and dark-haired and tattooed, one shorter and blond — were having a staring contest on one of the beds. The dark-haired boy also has a smattering of blue scales around his hips —- and all down his legs. The blond boy, in contrast, had giant white bird wings tucked against his body.

He glanced up at Rodney. “New kid?”

“Rodney McKay,” he said, clutching his suitcase like a shield.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Danny Williams. I’m from New Jersey. You like Bon Jovi?”

“You looked away first! You lose,” the dark-haired boy crowed. When he shifted, his scales shimmered green. He looked Rodney up and down. “What’s your mutation?”

Danny smacked at him. “Manners! At least say hello first.” To Rodney he said, “Ignore this fish-brain.”

“You’re one to talk, bird-brain,” was the dark-haired boy’s easy response. Then he said, “Steve McGarrett.”

“Who?” Rodney raised his eyebrows.

“That’s his name,” Danny said. “But I’ve trained him to answer to fish-brain.”

Steve growled and grasped for a wing, causing Danny to recoil.

One of Danny’s wings expanded, almost knocking another boy off a nearby bed.

“Careful now,” he protested.

Danny immediately tucked his wings closer to his body. “Sorry, Derek.”

“It’s fine. Just. Remember I’m here.” Derek turned to Rodney and smiled.

He was gorgeous — brown skin, dark eyes, black curls, abs. Why was everyone here gorgeous?

“Derek Morgan, from Chicago.” He offered a hand.

Rodney accepted it and shook it — and jerked back with a yelp when his hand was suddenly covered with ice.

Derek grinned and held up his hand, and a ball of ice formed, floating over his palm. “Welcome to the madhouse.”

Rodney turned to John. “Is there somewhere else I can sleep?”

Fill 2/2: SGA/H50/Criminal Minds, X-Men fusion

Date: 2023-06-19 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
“Not unless you want to bunk with the younger kids,” another boy said. He had a chess board in front of him and was studying a game in progress. “Spencer Reid. From Vegas.”

He held up one hand, and a fireball burst alight over his palm.

Finally, Rodney said, “I’m telekinetic. So. Don’t touch me or my stuff.”

He wouldn’t tell them about his telepathy, not yet.

To John he said, “Where do I sleep?”

“On this side, next to me. It’s the only empty bed left.” John pointed.

Rodney set his suitcase on the bed, and John showed him which drawers in the dresser were his, and also made some space for him in one of the wardrobes.

John stayed with Rodney for the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening, showing him around the school, introducing him to the other students. The entire time, he wore those red sunglasses, even as it got dark.

That night, right before lights out, everyone changed into pajamas and brushed their teeth.

It wasn’t until John climbed into bed that he took off his sunglasses. He set them on the nightstand within arm’s reach, then lay down.

His eyes were closed the entire time.

It was only then that Rodney noticed the red and white cane propped up in the corner beside John’s bed.

A week later, he still didn’t know what John’s mutation was.
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Aaah! ::flails:: Look at all the peeps you brought together! I love it! Fish-brain and bird-brain especially! LOL! Love the detail of the school masquerading as a place for Jehovah's Witnesses. LOL!

Thank you so much for the great fill!
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
That's totally canon, in at least one version of the X-Men comics. The sign on the door says JWs.

You're so welcome!
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
“Why are we watching Ancient Astronauts?” Yeongmin demanded. But instead of snatching the remote from Seungtak and changing the channel, he plopped down beside Seungtak on the sofa and held out a bowl of freshly-popped popcorn.

“Because it’s fascinating.” Seungtak grinned at him and popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“Go Seungtak, you and I are two of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in this city, if not this entire country, and you believe in…in aliens?” Yeongmin shook his head, sounding exasperated.

Sejin, sitting at the kitchen counter and playing with Yeongmin’s pet sugar glider Dumpling, knew the undercurrent of fondness in his tone, though strangers — and even most of Seungtak and Yeongmin’s colleagues at the hospital — would be hard-pressed to hear it.

“I can see ghosts,” Seungtak said. “Why wouldn’t I believe in aliens?”
Yeongmin paused. “Well —”

Seungtak turned to him. “You believe in ghosts. You were a coma ghost, and you possessed me so I could do life-saving surgeries and also help you uncover a huge plot that involved murder and blackmail and all kinds of corruption at the hospital and even beyond.”

Yeongmin cleared his throat. “After this we’re watching MCountdown so I can see Jessica perform.”

“You’re such an ajusshi fanboy.” Seungtak sighed and shook his head.

Sejin knew his mocking was also only in jest; Yeongmin had performed lifesaving heart surgery on Jessica when she was a child, had possessed Seungtak to perform a second surgery for her ten years later to save her life again.

Yeongmin stole a piece of popcorn off of Seungtak’s palm and ate it himself, causing Seungtak to splutter in outrage.

Sejin said, “Why are you in our apartment watching Ancient Astronauts when you could be out on date with Sujeong?”

Seungtak’s ears turned pink. “I’m still figuring out how to ask her out.”

“Didn’t her grandfather’s ghost give you his blessing before he crossed over? And you know your grandfather likes her,” Yeongmin said.

“I have to deal with Lee Seonho first,” Seungtak grumbled. “He’s been giving her textbooks and showing her surgery techniques.”

“Then help her first,” Sejin said.

But Seungtak just blushed harder and said nothing.

And then the opening voiceover began, and he sat up straighter. Sejin drifted over to sit on the couch and tuck herself against Yeongmin’s side, and she thanked the stars that she had both men in her life.
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Aww! This is super cute! And yeah, if you can believe in ghosts - for obviously good reasons - then aliens are just another step on that path, right? ::grins:: Thank you for this fill, friend!
From: [identity profile] nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com
You’re so welcome! Figured I might as well make my having binged the entirety of Ghost Doctor last week worth something.
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