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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ Stargate: Atlantis, Radek Zelenka+/any, Coffee Shop AU
+ Killjoys, Johnny Jaqobi + D'avin Jaqobi/Dutch, D'avin runs away from home and takes Johnny with him earlier
+ Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, the Tenth Doctor fixes Jack

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From:

jupiter2932

Stargate: Atlantis, Radek Zelenka+/any, Coffee Shop AU

From:

jupiter2932

Killjoys, Johnny Jaqobi + D'avin Jaqobi/Dutch, D'avin runs away from home and takes Johnny with him earlier

From:

jupiter2932

Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, the Tenth Doctor fixes Jack

From:

jupiter2932

Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Jack never lets go of his brother's hand. He still ends up in the 21st century.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, alternate dimensions AU

From:

vonseal

The first time Dongmin ever traveled was the scariest moment of his life. He had been through a lab explosion once, and a containment leak at another date, but nothing at all could compare to the fear he felt when he traveled to another reality.

“Speak to no one,” one of his fellow researchers warned him, a young man by the name of Minhyuk. He had helped Dongmin into a space suit that would hopefully keep out whatever elements Dongmin might encounter – though they were able to determine the gravitational pull of this planet (another Mars), what the weather was (calm), oxygen levels (normal) and general habitability (sufficient), they were still not certain what it was they were up against. No one had ever traveled through realities before. Dongmin would be the first. And he knew, when he came home in three minutes time, there would be a slew of reporters waiting for him.

“Merely observe what you are able to, take photos if you can, and allow your device to record more data for us,” another scientist chimed in, manning her spot at some computers that could monitor Dongmin’s suit.

“Right,” Dongmin muttered, staring at his holographic phone. All he had to do was press the button to travel – the coordinates were already entered prior to him even donning the suit. He would be traversed into some unknown reality and he would have to leave all that he loved behind.

He would have to leave Myungjun behind.

In a sudden burst of uncertainty, he asked Minhyuk, “If…if I die or don’t come back–”

“Don’t even think like that,” Minhyuk snapped. “We’ve all researched this reality and it is perfectly safe. At most, you might be a bit winded from the travel – but you’ve taken the medications, correct?”

There were a slew of pills and concoctions Dongmin had to swallow the night before, to ensure his body was in prime shape for the extensive travel. If he did not take these correctly, then he could fall unconscious.

He nodded his head. “Yeah. I took them.”

“Then you’re fine.” Minhyuk did a once-over of Dongmin’s suit and then stepped back. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Dongmin hesitated. He had said his goodbyes to his family already. His mother, bless her, had sobbed violently, even as Dongmin assured her he would be gone from their reality for a mere three minutes. His little brother, on the other side of Mars, had taken the trip back home to eat dinner with them all. And Myungjun, skilled with hiding his emotions due to his experience as a world-renowned singer, had beamed and told him, “You’ll see so many cool things – tell me everything!”

But that had been it from Myungjun. Dongmin had tried to express his fears, but Myungjun brushed everything off with a shake of his head and a few kisses. Myungjun had seemed so nonchalant about it all. In fact, he sent Dongmin off with a kiss to his cheek and a little, “Good luck at work today!” as if it was all just another day.

Did Myungjun care? Or was he just so used to acting on stage, playing up his persona, that he didn’t want to show that care?

Dongmin knew he had to push it all out of his mind. He had done research on interdimensional travel for years now. He had put everything he could into his work. He had created a device that had already been tested on inanimate objects, and then (illegally, as animal rights were rampant) on a bird that came back without nary a scratch. Hell, if a bird was fine, then Dongmin, with all the human instincts and intelligence the world had to offer him, would fare so much better.

He reached out a hand to press the button, but then noticed an incoming call from Myungjun.
Minhyuk shook his head. “No,” he ordered. “We’re on a slight time crunch.”

“Yeah, but…it’s my husband.”
“It’s three minutes,” Minhyuk assured him. “You can call him back.”

Dongmin supposed that was true, but he still felt a pang of fear and regret course through him as the call went unanswered.

“Now,” Minhyuk said, “Go.”

He would be fine. Myungjun would be fine to wait. Everything would be fine. He took a deep breath, knowing this is what he had worked for his entire life, and then pressed the button.

In a second, he was standing in the middle of what looked to be a field, though the grass was definitely artificial and the sky was past a large dome. It was reminiscent of his own world, of the Mars where he lived. He had been sent to a world that bordered his own as closely as possible, to minimize the effects of the travel, and he had also been sent as far away from civilization as possible, to minimize the consequences.

He ignored the missed call from Myungjun and began to take pictures and record as much data as he could in three minutes. No humans from this reality appeared. No animals appeared. He was alone and snapping as many pictures as he was able to.

Three minutes was up, and he re-appeared in his lab, Minhyuk standing in front of him with a joyous expression.

“You did it!” he exclaimed. “How was it? Tell me everything.”

And so he did. He sat with his scientists and exported his data and images. He helped them to compile more information about that specific reality. Hours passed and then, when he could take it no more, he stood from his seat and gathered his supplies.

“I’m going home,” he muttered. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow.”

They let him go, if only because they believed the travel had likely been exhausting, but Dongmin could only think of what awaited him in his reality, of the Myungjun that he loved so much and had ignored for his own, selfish, scientific pursuits. He pushed his way past the journalists who wanted to know more, and then he was free from the constraints of his job.

When he rounded his corner to get to the subway, he noticed Myungjun standing nearby.

“Myungjun!” he exclaimed, and Myungjun took one look at him before hurrying forward and gathering him in a tight, intimate embrace.

“Junnie?” Dongmin asked, Myungjun’s nickname falling so easily from his lips. “Is…everything alright?”

“I was so scared!” Myungjun sobbed out, and Dongmin was shocked to realize he was crying. “Y-You didn’t answer me – I called Minhyuk, and he said y-you were fine, but I just–”

“I’m so sorry,” Dongmin murmured, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “They told me not to, and then when I returned it was…we had so much data and I didn’t get a moment to myself.”

Myungjun cried for a minute, maybe two, and then drew back with a loud sniff. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were splotchy and red, but he still managed to give Dongmin a small smile.

“Was…was it neat?”

“A bit underwhelming, honestly. But, Junnie, I am so sorry – I thought you were okay with this.”

“I was,” Myungjun responded, and then he choked out a bit of a laugh. “I mean, I thought I was. I forced myself to be. I didn’t want to burden you – I knew you were scared. But then I was at home just staring at the clock and I realized that I might never see you again if something were to go wrong. I lost it. I called you and then I called your coworkers and Minhyuk – he was nice, he texted me when you were beamed into another existence–”

“When I traveled?”

“Traveling is going to visit your mom, it isn’t as extensive as crossing into a whole other reality,” Myungjun argued, and Dongmin was glad that he sounded a bit more like himself.

“Regardless, I should have answered the phone,” Dongmin told him, and then he kissed on top of Myungjun’s pretty, blond hair. “And…did you bleach your hair again?”

“Yeah. Upcoming tour and all.” Myungjun sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to leave. Are they sending you to other–”

“A few of us will be going to a few places,” Dongmin confirmed. “But you have to go. Just…I’ll answer you when you call. Or I can call you right before I travel and right when I return, just so you know I’m safe.”

Myungjun nodded his head. “So…you didn’t catch any weird alien illnesses, did you?”

“Aliens don’t exist.”

“You believe in traveling through different realities but not aliens?”

Dongmin smiled. “Well…we can prove that different realities are real, as I’ve seen one, but aliens?”

“Oh, come on! Aliens totally exist!”

“I’m not convinced.”

“Do you not think there is another universe out there in which humans might have abandoned their home long, long ago and live on some other planet and have no contact with the planet they abandoned? Wouldn’t they be aliens, then?”

Well, that was as solid of an argument as Dongmin had ever heard, so he shrugged and said, “Aliens might exist.”

“I’ll take it,” Myungjun said, and he kissed Dongmin again. “Now, take me home and tell me all about what you saw.”

“It was three minutes of standing in a boring field.”

“Make stuff up. I wanna be entertained. My face hurts from crying, so you have to do whatever I want tonight.”

Dongmin was fine with that. And he realized that no matter what reality he visited, no matter how grand it might be, his home would always be here, with Myungjun by his side.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you so much for this fill! I was so excited for Dongmin and then it was so underwhelming lol. But poor Myungjun! He tried to be strong and it was very sweet. The way Dongmin reassured him was so warm and gentle. And then Myungjun asking to be entertained was just so him.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, bakery AU

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, werewolf AU

From:

smallhobbit

The werewolf crept up silently behind the man the group had left as lookout. He rested his chin on the man’s shoulder, and as he started to turn breathed in his face. The resultant scream was very satisfying. The rest of the group ran out to see what was happening, to meet Section D coming towards them. The lookout sat petrified, not daring to either flee or fight. The werewolf, meanwhile, casually leant down to eat the remains of the ham roll the man had dropped in his fright. As far as he was concerned it was all very satisfactory.

From:

nagi_schwarz

Thank you for the delightful fill! Double win for Lucas — a snack and a job well done.

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you. A very happy werewolf.

From:

brumeier

LOL! Yeah, having a werewolf head suddenly propped on my shoulder would be terrifying. Love that Lucas gets to be scary, but also gets the ham roll. Too funny!

From:

smallhobbit

Yes, no wonder the man screamed. Lucas enjoys being the big bad scary wolf, as well as eating whatever he can :) Thank you!

From:

nagi_schwarz

Any, any, vampire AU

From:

vonseal

They did not often spend the day in Dongmin’s apartment. With his little toddler waddling about, Bin was not able to participate in his usual vices – that of smoking and drinking and biting innocent victims to drain them of their blood. Instead, he could only talk, which he did like doing, but an immortal existence meant he talked quite often.

Indeed, he had already grown quite bored of the conversation, and so when he heard his name being spoken, he glanced up and murmured, “What was that?”

Dongmin, with Rose now seated on his lap, sighed heavily. “I asked if you had seen our portrait? We sat for it a couple of weeks ago. I meant to show you, but we’ve been so busy.” He gestured at a shelf, upon which lay a new frame that Bin had not noticed prior. He narrowed his eyes at it, and then realized it was Dongmin, his wife, Angela, and their child.

He pointed at it and said, “It’s blurry.”

“Rose did keep moving a bit,” Dongmin muttered, apologetically. Rose appeared not so apologetic, and she happily clapped her hands as if she somehow understood that she had been at fault for ruining their expensive photograph.

Myungjun looked upon the photograph with interest. “Imagine being immortalized in such a way. Future generations will be able to see exactly what you looked like, Dongmin.”
“Yes, down to his ugly nose and all,” Bin mumbled.

Dongmin frowned and put a hand up to his nose. “My nose isn’t ugly,” he defended.

Both vampires ignored him. Myungjun asked, “Could we get our photograph taken?”

“You could,” Dongmin responded, and he dropped his hand to hold onto Rose, who was wiggling a bit in his grasp. “I can put you in contact with the man who took my own. The photographers are a…less conservative bunch than you might think.” He lowered his voice and then put his hands over Rose’s ears, as if she might be able to suddenly comprehend Korean. “One of the apprentice photographers gave me a calling card. He wishes to photograph me naked.”

“I can do that in your place,” Bin responded. “I look fantastic naked.”

Dongmin looked affronted. “Well, so do I, but it definitely isn’t proper. I’m a family man now, after all.”

Bin chuckled. “You often engage in threesomes still, please do not make me laugh.”

“And please do not be crude in front of my sweet Rose,” Dongmin snapped.

Myungjun, who did not care to join in on the argument, asked, “How are these even made? Does it steal a piece of your soul?”

“Oh, come now,” Bin laughed. “Myungjun, please stop being so superstitious. It is likely…” And then he stopped to think about how photographs were taken, and he realized he would not be able to pose nude in front of some young, handsome photographer. “Ah, it’s made using mirrors, is it not? Or silver, at least, of some sort.”

“Mirrors?” Myungjun blinked. “Really?”

“These daguerreotypes are always made using mirrors,” Bin responded.

“It’s a tintype, actually,” Dongmin corrected. “But I think it does use mirrors. Or silver.”

“If it uses tin, then maybe we would show in the photograph, but the use of mirrors in general –” He sighed.

Dongmin glanced back and forth between Myungjun and Bin. “Do you not have a tin mirror that is able to show your reflection? If it’s tin–”

“They might use tin in the process, but if silver is still an element then we will likely not appear,” Bin murmured, noting with displeasure that Myungjun was now frowning as he stared upon the family photograph. “Regardless, I am not willing to try my luck, for imagine if some poor sod had to develop the photo to find empty seats or floating clothes – that’s how Myungjun found out I was a vampire in the first place.”

Myungjun nodded his head, finally turning away from the portrait. He looked brooding. He looked thoughtful. Bin wanted to know what was going on inside his mind, but he had a few more quips to make at Dongmin’s expense first.

“One of your eyes is looking the wrong way. I think the–”

“Yes, thank you, Bin,” Dongmin snapped, and Bin felt pretty satisfied.

They left later that night, as Rose was growing sleepy and as Dongmin himself could barely keep his eyes open. Bin was not yet prepared for rest, however, as it was still not yet close to dawn, and so he asked, “Shall we travel down to the Hudson River, my dearest Myungjun? Or shall you go gobble up one of your tasty cats? Though, I don’t know how tasty they are, I think humans taste better–”

“I want to draw you,” Myungjun suddenly announced, pulling Bin downstairs to their apartment. “Please.”

Bin was confused. Myungjun was very much a skilled artist and had drawn plenty of landscapes before. He had recently been dabbling in paint more and more – but Bin did not think he had drawn portraits too often.

“Well, I would look good on paper,” Bin admitted. “But what is this about?”

Myungjun closed their apartment door behind them and sat Bin on the couch. He didn’t answer – instead, he ran off to get his supplies, and he returned with his easel and canvas and a trunk full of his drawing utensils.

“How…how shall I pose?” Bin asked.

“Sit up straight. Don’t loosen that ascot, it’s very handsome on you.”

“It’s a bit annoying–”

“I bought it for you,” Myungjun pointed out.

Bin sighed and let his hands drop to his lap. He sat up as straight as could be, watching as Myungjun readied his canvas and mixed his paints.

“How long shall this take?” he asked.

Myungjun shrugged his shoulders. “Let me just make the general outline. Then I want to spend a few hours on your expression.”

“A few hours?”

“I’m sure Dongmin sat just as long for his portrait to be taken,” Myungjun argued, and he began to sketch. “Stop complaining so much.”

“I shan’t. I love to complain. And photographs don’t take that long, just a couple of minutes.” He eyed the glass bottle of whiskey on his bookcase. “I want to drink in a bit.”

“I’ll allow it once I get your outline. Please just…” Myungjun sighed. “I don’t like the idea that we will never be remembered in future generations. I understand we’re vampires and thus immortal so it’s not like we will need remembering, and I also understand that we shall have no children so there is no one to remember us by, anyway. But…” He concentrated, quiet for a few seconds, then continued, “Do you not wish sometimes that you can see yourself, immortalized forever on some sheet of paper? Whether it’s by the…what was it, daguerreotype?”

“That’s right, but the one Dongmin has is a tintype.”

“Right. Whether it’s with one of those cursed, soul-stealing contraptions–”

“Honestly,” Bin sighed.

Myungjun continued as if he had not been interrupted, “--or if it’s just a nice drawing on a sheet of paper, I want you to remain in this world forever.”

“And you think I shall not remain here in this physical form?”

Myungjun bit down on his lip. Once again, he didn’t answer for a little bit, and when he did, his voice was quiet. “I am a vampire hunter, despite being a vampire. I have caused the deaths of many vampires. As immortal as they are, something as ridiculous as silver, or wood to their hearts, or water blessed by a priest, or even the sun – we have many painful ways to die. As much as it pains me to say, sometimes I believe we will both die in such a manner. We’ve both had brushes with death before, and…one day, death will catch up to us.” He sketched a few lines and added, “But if I have portraits of us, even if they are drawn, at least we will leave this world not completely forgotten. We’ll leave this world with a little memory of our immortal lives.”

The sentiment was sweet. Bin could not find it within himself to make any rude or sarcastic remarks, as he knew full well his lover was pouring out his heart into his speech, and into his artwork. Besides, Bin did agree. One day, he knew they would die. He was not sure what manner of death it would be, but he knew he would experience a painful demise, as all vampires seemed to.

“As long as I am able, though,” he murmured, and Myungjun glanced up at him, “as long as I am able, I will live and protect you with everything I have.”

Myungjun smiled softly. “You promise?”

“Of course,” Bin responded. “I promise.”

Myungjun took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded his head, then he returned to his sketch. He looked a bit teary-eyed, but Bin did not comment on it and Myungjun did not cry. “Now,” Myungjun said, “I’m only going to do your chest up for today. I am afraid I’m not good yet with the human form to trust myself to draw the rest of you. Just your expression, really. Perhaps later this week, we could do some anatomy drawings.” He gave a little smirk. “So you can pose nude for me, if not for that photographer.”

Bin perked up. “I can pose nude?” he asked.

“I would love to see you pose nude. It would also help me– I said later this week, now put your damn ascot back on,” Myungjun barked, and Bin begrudgingly obliged.

He hoped he could leave this world with plenty of nude portraits.

From:

nagi_schwarz

What a great addition to this ‘verse! I can tell you did your research on old photography. I loved the banter about the ascot but also the deeper conversation about how vampiric immortality is not guaranteed.