Friday makes a perfect "Ending" for the week

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's the last day of my hosting this week, so let's go out with a theme of "ending". It's a pretty open-ended prompt that can mean just about anything. Maybe you'd like to rewrite the ending to Stargate Atlantis where Sheppard gets McKay. Or maybe Eddie finally asks Buck to move in with him and Chris on 9-1-1. Or maybe it's darker, like the end of a friendship - like would Myka pick Pete or HG if she had to choose? Whatever the case, if it's about endings, 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.
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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...
+ 9-1-1, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz, Packing up Buck's apartment
+ Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, Rewrite the scene on the balcony in the series finale so your character gets who they deserve.
+ Warehouse 13, Mrs. Frederic + Claudia, How did the handover go when Claudia took over as caretaker for the Warehouse?

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[squidgiepdx]

9-1-1, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz, Packing up Buck's apartment

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Any/Any, Rewrite the scene on the balcony in the series finale so your character gets who they deserve.

Fill 1/2: Jennifer/Rodney + John + Ronon + Teyla

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The sense of disparity had John’s stomach in knots.

He’d been prepared to die to save Earth, but his city had swooped in, thanks in no small part to Rodney’s incessant tinkering, and helped destroy the Hive. Everyone was celebrating. They’d won the day, they were all still alive, and they deserved to be happy.

But seeing the Golden Gate Bridge from Atlantis’ balcony was wrong on a deep, marrow-of-his-bones kind of way.

You really think they’re going to let us take it back to Pegaus?

John had promised to get Ronon back home, but there was niggling doubt in the back of his mind. Would the SGC, and the IOA, be all that keen to send the city back now that it was on Earth? Particularly in light of the damage suffered by their three main ships, and the destruction of the control chair at Area 51.

Atlantis was their best defense against any further Wraith incursions. Or any other hostile aliens that wanted to take their shot at one smallish planet that already had depleted a lot of its resources.

Getting the city back where it belonged was going to be a battle. John could feel it.

Keller laughed, and Rodney said, “I’ve got you, what else would I need?”

More knots. Would Keller try and pull Rodney away from the city? John would need allies to convince the powers that be that Atlantis didn’t belong on Earth, and better served back in Pegasus. Keller wasn’t cut out for that life, anyone could see that. What would Rodney do if he had to choose?

There was only one thing to do.

John dodged around Teyla, nudged Rodney out of the way, and scooped Keller up in his arms.

“Sheppard, what the hell –”

“Colonel?”

“Sorry about this,” John told Keller. “You’re all wrong for him.”

He pivoted back on one foot and swung around, flinging Keller over the balcony with all the strength he possessed.

Her scream was surprisingly gratifying.

“Jennifer?” Rodney leaned over the balcony rail, eyes wide. “Do you think there are sharks down there?”

“Dramatic,” Ronon said. “But it’s about time you did something.”

“I do not think that was necessary.” Teyla gave John a disapproving look. “A heartfelt speech would have been just as effective.”

Fuck that. John Sheppard didn’t do speeches. And he’d had a pretty crap-tastic day, regardless of the positive outcome. There was only one thing to do.

He pulled Rodney into his arms and kissed him, with every ounce of love and affection he had for his irascible best friend. Five years John had been denying himself. He wasn’t wasting one more day.

Banks let out a wolf whistle, and Woolsey made a comment about public displays that Carson immediately shushed. More importantly, Rodney kissed John back with abandon.

[squidgiepdx]

Warehouse 13, Mrs. Frederic + Claudia, How did the handover go when Claudia took over as caretaker for the Warehouse?

[squidgiepdx]

Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, How did their last show together go?

[squidgiepdx]

The Losers, Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez/Jake Jensen, "One last op and then we're retiring."

(last line of a fic)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Bagheera knew, as he had known then, that Shere Kahn should have feasted.

(last line of a fic)

[tigriswolf]

any fandom with time travel, author's choice, And when the boy is shouting at him, tears in his eyes, lit up with fire he doesn’t feel anymore, he thinks, Oh, I wish you wouldn’t become me.

(last line of a fic)

[tigriswolf]

Animorphs, Rachel, You know how this story ends.

(last line of a fic)

[tigriswolf]

Highlander (tv), author's choice, So Joe chats with the Old Man, and ribs him like he's just a kid brother, and ignores the apex predator mocking Mac's taste in beer, the shudder working its way up his spine, and those sharp eyes.

(last line of a fic)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Azkadelia does not want a throne. She wants only a quiet lake, bright sunshine, and her sister's gentle touch.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, In The End (Linkin Park)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Where’s Lucas?” Adam asked.

“He’s gone out for some fresh air,” Malcolm said. “He’s taken it hard. At a guess he’ll be looking at the river.”

“I know the spot.”

Adam walked down towards the Thames and saw Lucas leaning over the railings staring into the water. Quietly he went to join him. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I did what I could,” Lucas said, “but in the end it made no difference. Vitali still died.”

“It may not help, but when I met his parents, they said how grateful they were to you for all you did.”

Lucas snorted. “It wasn’t enough.”

“Listen to what his father said to me. ‘It was Giuseppe’s decision. Mr North could have done no more. And it has been a comfort to us to know that someone else was doing all they could for our son, please convey our thanks to him.’”

Lucas sighed. “Yes, it’s so much harder for them. Okay, I’ll come back. I suppose if I’ve managed to ease their pain a little it was worthwhile.”

“Indeed. And since it’s Friday I suggest we finish early this afternoon and head off home. Harry won’t mind.”

“Thank you!"

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, any, As If It’s Your Last (BlackPink)

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“What’s the matter, Much?” Friar Tuck asked as Much took another look around their encampment. “You’re looking at the camp as if it’s the last time you’ll ever see it.”

Much gave himself a shake. “Yeah, silly isn’t it.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Just a sudden feeling I had.” He turned and followed the rest of Robin’s gang as they headed into the forest.

It was late that morning when Much became conscious of a hand on his arm. He turned and smiled at Guy. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I’ve just come to tell you I’m off. I can’t take any more of the Sheriff and I’m leaving before anything else happens. I’m heading for the Welsh Marches, I can get work there.”

Much glanced at the gang, who had moved further away, neither noticing, nor apparently caring, if he was keeping up with them. “In which case, I’m coming with you. If you’ll let me.”

Guy smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve brought a spare horse with me, just in case.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, in the end, it’s you (Always You by Astro)

Fill: All For the Game (Nora Sakavic) - Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

[cmk418]

(A/N: I did a little tense change with the prompt, I hope you don't mind)


It could have been the moment that I saw that you could tell me apart from Aaron. People that had known the two of us longer had trouble differentiating between us. Not you. Maybe having layers upon layers of secrets enabled you to see what someone else had hidden.

It could have been at any point during our truth games. I wanted to see you and I wanted you to see me.

It could have been when you kicked in the door at my uncle's house and came to my side to help. No one else would have known, no one else would have figured it out. You saw me at my worst and you didn't run.

You never ran, not even when you should have. You always found your way back. To me.

When exactly it happened, when exactly you found your way into my heart, it didn't matter. All that matters was that in the end, it was you.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Untamed, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, you’re my end and my beginning (All of Me by John Legend)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, it’s the end of the world as we know it and (I feel fine) (REM)

Fill: Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators/Stargate, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie and Jupe didn’t watch a lot of television, generally speaking. They often worked late hours on cases and, on their days off, they spent time helping out at the Salvage Yard more often than not. When they did sit in front of the TV, it was to watch an old movie like Murder on the Orient Express or The Maltese Falcon.

Never the news, which was always so depressing. Until now.

This is an F-302 fighter-interceptor, used for planetary defense by the United States Air Force, the Russian Federation, and the People’s Republic of China. These were the jets seen over Nevada a month ago when Area 51 was attacked by hostile aliens.

“I remember that!” Trixie said, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “They said it was chemical explosion, didn’t they?”

“Makes you wonder about the 1947 Roswell crash, doesn’t it?”

Jupe would normally have scoffed at the very idea of aliens, except they’d shown one of those on TV too. Tall, with a curdled milk complexion and stringy white hair and a mouth full of pointy teeth like a shark. A lot of people said it was a hoax – Hollywood could do amazing things with makeup appliances these days – but a whole slew of doctors had examined the alien and said it was the real deal.

They hadn’t released too much information about the aliens, just that they wanted to take over the world like in one of those cheesy scifi movies.

Stargate Command employs squadrons of these F-302s to help aid planetary defense.

“I wonder where the money comes from,” Jupe mused.

“The same place they always do, I guess.” Trixie was less concerned with financials and Senate sub-committee hearings, and more interested in what was going to happen next.

Like… was the human race on the cusp of being Star Trek? Would space exploration become a priority again?

Aliens were real. Space travel was real. And the world as Trixie knew it was ending, making way for something completely new.

She was feeling pretty good about it.

“If there are bad aliens out there, surely there’re good ones too, right?”

Jupe nodded. “Odds are. It’s a big universe.”

Trixie had visions of E.T. dropping in for a visit. “I bet they have aliens all over Stargate Command. How else would we have such high-tech spaceships?”

“Just because we don’t put people on the moon anymore doesn’t mean we don’t have the technology. Don’t discount human ingenuity.”

Trixie leaned over and gave him a kiss. “No disrespect to the brainiacs.”

The President of the United States will be addressing the nation in ten minutes time and will be joined by General O’Neill of the SGC. I can’t speculate as to what new bombshells they might be throwing at us, but I can say this will all certainty – we are living in interesting times.

“Aliens are real,” Trixie said. “What else could they possibly have to say? Mothman is real, too?”

“Mothman? Really?” This time it was Jupe who leaned over to steal a kiss. “I’d be more concerned with the repercussions of declassification. Not everyone will take the news with as much equanimity as you have. At the very least, trust in the government is going to plummet. That’s a big secret to hide.”

Oh. Trixie hadn’t thought about that. Still, she preferred to look at the positives of the situation. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the big brains who worked for companies like NASA could start advancing the space program far beyond what it had been.

Trixie was ready to boldly go where no-one had gone before. But first… sandwiches.

“If we’re going to be amazed by more state secrets, we may as well do it on full stomachs.”

“I like the way you think,” Jupe said.

Trixie was glad to have his steadfastness in a world that was changing right before her very eyes.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Steve Rogers, the first time one of them said "till the end of the line"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, the end of the Wraith is the beginning of something new for the Pegasus galaxy

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan, his final death

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Henry wasn’t sure what it was, but this time it felt different. Suddenly he knew he wasn’t going to reappear in water, hoping desperately to be found by someone sympathetic to his needs. The sadness he’d felt at Abe’s death, when only Jo had understood how he was mourning the son he’d loved since he was a baby had been compounded at Jo’s own death in his arms when a series of misfortunes had made them unable to reach medical assistance in time. And now, Henry suddenly felt weary, as if the weariness of centuries has finally taken hold of him. He relaxed and surrendered himself to the sensation. Briefly he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was to see Abigail and Jo both holding out a hand to him. He reached out to grasp them and then Abe’s familiar voice said, “Come on, old man. Time for you to join us youngsters.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, when you're immortal you have to mark time by other people's beginnings and endings

Fill: Goblin, Goblin + Chairman Yoo + Yoo Deokhwa

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Kim Shin stood beside Yoo Shinwoo at Shinwoo’s father’s headstone. Around them, the multicolored leaves of autumn were starting to fall.

Shinwoo, in a somber black suit, glanced at Shin. “I’m the same age my grandfather was when he first introduced me to you,” he murmured. “You haven’t aged a day.”

“I’m nine-hundred years old now,” Shin murmured. “I’ve looked this way to your grandfather, and his grandfather, and his grandfather before him, and every father and grandfather before them.”

The Yoo family had been serving him for generations, starting in his mortality, remaining loyal even after his first death, and they’d been by his side all these centuries while he waited for the fated goblin bride.

Shinwoo gazed at Shin more openly. “As a child, all adults seem old, and then as an adult I was pleased to see you as a peer, and now —”

“You’re not looking too much older than me,” Shin said. The yet remained unspoken.

Shinwoo glanced over his shoulder at his grandson, little Deokhwa, who was kicking at the leaves, having shed his uncomfortable suit jacket and the somberness of the event with it. He’d never been to Quebec before, and he was enjoying himself.

Shin studied the child and knew that soon Deokhwa would be standing at his side to lay Shinwoo to rest, and one day Shin would also lay Deokhwa to rest here in the Yoo family plot.

Shin counted the headstones — already thirty — and sighed. The small plot would be the size of a rainforest before the goblin bride was born, before she fell in love with Shin and freed him from the curse of immortality.

Shin turned back to Shinwoo. “Shall we?”

Shinwoo nodded, and he turned, beckoning to Deokhwa. “Grandson, there’s someone you must meet. He’s very important.”

Deokhwa scampered over and bowed respectfully. “Hello, ahjusshi.”

Shin inclined his head in return. “Hello, Yoo Deokhwa.”

Deokhwa glanced up at his grandfather for further direction.

Shinwoo said, “This is Kim Shin. One day, you’ll work for him.”

Deokhwa bobbed his head again in polite acknowledgement.

Shin crouched down to look Deokhwa in the eye. “I hope you’ll work hard for me. Until then, I promise to help your grandfather take good care of you.”

Deokhwa nodded. “Thank you.”

Shin straightened up and turned to Shinwoo. “Come on. We have business to attend to now. And any time you want to come back, let me know.”

Shinwoo nodded. “Thank you, sir. Come on Deokhwa, we’re going home now.”

Deokhwa accepted his hand. “Back to Korea?”

“Yes.”

“Through the magical red door?”

“Yes.”

Deokhwa smiled up at Shin. “Okay.”

Maybe Shin could be patient for another generation or two.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So, finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

(Closing Time, Semisonic)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The Owl House, Luz Noceda + any, with King's dad's power gone from the demon realm, Luz's time as a witch is ending and she's not sure how to deal with it

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, with the death of his father at his hands, Martin Whitly's power over him should be ending but is it?

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

The Owl House, Hunter + any, With Belos gone and the Collector leaving, Hunter has time to realize everything in his life has ended Belos's hold over him, his time as Golden Guard and the life of his best friend, Flapjack

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, It’s Not the End of the World, But I Can See it From Here

Fill: Sweet Home, Cha Hyeonsoo, post-S1

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

*tw for brief mention of canonical past suicidal ideation










Cha Hyeonsoo stood in the doorway of the grimy lab. The walls were blackened with soot and some of the windows were covered over with plastic and tape. He wasn’t the only one of the infected, not by a long shot. Scientists and military personnel in white hazmat suits bustled around, taking temperatures and drawing blood and checking data readouts on the machines the other infected were hooked up to.

Hyeonsoo had no choice when the man who’d driven him here shuffled him over to an exam table. Even if Hyeonsoo was infected and could survive bullet wounds, he couldn’t shake them off the way other infected could, and the lab was crawling with armed soldiers.

Hyeonsoo climbed up on the table and submitted an arm for a blood pressure check and blood to be drawn. His memories were still fractured — a little boy and girl holding hands; an old man in a wheelchair giving him an electrified spear; a girl playing guitar; a bespectacled man holding a sword and a Bible; a solemn-eyed medical student with broken glasses; a ballerina dressed as a high school student. As Hyeonsoo looked around at the other infected, with their inky-black eyes, he had the sense that he was the only one of them who wasn’t truly a monster. Yet.

Hyeonsoo could read the anger and desperation and exhaustion in the motions of the military nurse who was tapping at his arm to find a vein. He blinked at the scar on the inside of his wrist, confused. And then remembered the note on his phone, with the date and the plan: commit suicide.

Maybe it was better that his memories were so fractured.

If he could get out of South Korea, maybe he’d be safe. It was a small country. As long as he kept sane, he would be all right. No one else needed to know what he was.

Someone a few tables over started screaming and thrashing.

Soldiers pounced on her from all sides.

Hyeonsoo glimpsed her blonde hair.

There were a lot of foreigners in Seoul. No reason they’d have been immune to the disease.

But then Hyeonsoo heard the onlooking soldiers murmuring.

She’d been picked up at the DMZ after a wave of infected had swept down from the north.

The north.

Sometimes it was easy to forget that South Korea wasn’t really an island, cut off as it was from the rest of the continent to the north.

It’s not the end of the world,
he thought as the soldiers stepped back from the girl, who had gone limp. Not yet.

Hyeonsoo really looked at the other infected, looked beyond their black eyes and blank expressions and he saw how diverse they were, not all just Korean or Chinese.

The disease had spread far. Maybe it hadn’t even started in Korea, had spread to Korea from the rest of the world.

It’s not the end of the world, Hyeonsoo thought again, remembering a woman crooning at an empty stroller, and a man with burn scars on his face. But I can see it from here.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, life for characters twenty years post-a chosen piece of media