Thursday - Alternate Universe

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Good morning, I think.... momma_66 barely alive give you Thursday's theme. Alternate Universe: Let's shake our characters worlds up and see what happens.

Rules:

No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five fandoms at a time
Leave at least three spaces for spoilers


Format for the codemonkeys:

Fandom, Character, prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, prompt
Fandom/Fandom, Character(s), prompt

If nothing catches your fancy here, give a lonely prompt some love.



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[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean & Lucifer/Sam, Castiel is a bit more experienced with interaction, so he courts Dean like Lucifer does with Sam

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony, At the end of Aliyah, Gibbs chose Ziva

No Fill, Just Love

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

This prompt breaks my heart! But I love your icon :) It's beautiful!

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Bones, Brennan & or / Booth, always-a-girl!Booth

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, if Albus Dumbledore would have given him the DADA job

untitled - gen with Tom/Harry leanings, maybe; PG

[tigriswolf]

Professor Riddle is Harry's favorite. Dad and Uncle Sirius had shared all sorts of stories, and even Mum and Uncle Remus had praised his teaching style and the material, and how he made sure even the worst student excelled. Uncle Peter nodded along; he'd done well in Charms and DADA, and had been just behind Dad and the rest in Transfiguration, but he hadn't been at the top of the class like Mum and Uncle Remus.

Uncle Sev, though, was the one who really got Harry excited for Riddle's class. Uncle Sev was actually Riddle's assistant, until he got his Potions Mastery and left Hogwarts, though he still came back for the really big demonstrations.

Riddle was Head of Slytherin, and while Uncle Sirius still complained about that, it really made it neat when Harry was Sorted into his already-favorite teacher's house.

Even the Weasley twins were perfect in Riddle's class, Harry heard. Riddle was just so cool, such an awesome teacher, and Draco followed closely behind Harry in top marks. That Ravenclaw Granger grumbled about it in the library, but books and cleverness didn't get you very far in practicals, which is where Harry beat them all.

By seventh year, Harry sought Riddle's approval over even Uncle Sirius and Dad's, and when he stayed on to be Tom's assistant, no one was surprised.

(Dumbledore's eyes always twinkled at Harry, but they especially twinkled for Tom.

"I'm glad it worked out, Tom," he said once.

Tom simply nodded and agreed.)

[tigriswolf]

DCU, Dick Grayson + Jason Todd + Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne was actually a crimelord; the Robins were all boys who met on the street and were adopted as his ‘sons’; finally, Dick grabs his little brothers and runs

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[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Everything is packed and set to go. They aren't taking much, just enough to get by, and just enough cash taken from their bank accounts not to look suspicious. Tim sits on the bed next to his backpack, reading one of several books that's been handed down to him over the years. Jason is – pacing.

"Hey," Dick says. "You ready?"

Jason stops, scowls at him. He does that all the time now, like it's Dick's stupid fault they're in this mess – and it is.

Jason rolls his shoulders. He's taller than Dick now, broad where Dick is lithe. In the last year he's become one of Bruce's heavy-hitters, while Dick still keeps to the shadows, waiting to strike if –

If.

"You sure you want to do this?" Jason asks him. Tim looks up from his book, but stays silent as ever. Tim –

Jason was thirteen the first time he came back to the manor with someone else's blood on his clothes. He hadn't said a word, just let Dick clean him up and laughed when Dick said, "Well, we're not starving anymore, are we?"

He laughed for too long.

Tim is fifteen now, as old as Dick was when Bruce took them in, and he still hasn't been sent out, hasn't been tested. He's trained as hard as they have, but there's a chance he'd never have to do what Dick and Jason do. "Those brains," Bruce always says, "I could use brains like those. Keep an eye on things."

What Bruce doesn't seem to get is that Tim's been doing that for years.

"Jason," Dick says now. "I can't do this without you."

"Yeah, you can," Jason scoffs. "But that's not what I'm asking. I mean you know this won't end it, right? Even if he doesn't come after us, we're always –"

Dick knows what he means. He knows Jason keeps a knife underneath his pillow, a gun in his bedside drawer. He knows Jason has made himself into a weapon, and Dick would be lying if he said he hadn't done the same.

They're all still Bruce's kids, wherever they go.

But they do have to go. Because food and a roof over their heads or not, he never wanted to know what a gunshot to the temple looked and sounded like. Because Tim can't stay aloof forever. Because when Dick looks at Jason sometimes, after a job, he looks so much like –

"It's gonna be okay," Dick says. When Jason scowls again, Dick pulls him by the arm, drags him in close, cups Jason's face with his hands so that Jason has no choice but to shut his eyes or look at him. He looks. "I mean it, Jay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to us. He breathes out. He can feel Jason steadying underneath him, same as when they were kids and Jason would wake up from a nightmare and Dick would hold him until he stopped shaking.

"I'll kill him myself if I have to," Dick says and Jason laughs – too loud, too long, a sound like choking.

"It's gonna be okay," Dick says again. Jason nods and pulls away, but gently.

"Actually," Tim says. He looks up at them from his book. "If we don't leave soon, there's every chance Alfred will change his mind about driving us to the airport for our so-called vacation."

Jason grins, claps Tim on the shoulder. Even with years of decent meals, Tim is still small for his age. "Good point, little brother. Let's get the hell out of here."

It's easier than it should be. Bruce is out of the country for the week, which gives them at least a few day's head start – and maybe more than that. It's not the first time all three of them have gone off without notice; it's part of the image they're meant to uphold as Bruce Wayne's spoiled, partying kids.

But before, they always came back.

Dick looks at Tim and Jason, his brothers in everything but blood. They've both been brave, and strong, and they need to be that still. "You ready?" Dick asks again, and Jason pulls Tim up, slings his arm around Tim's shoulder. They leave the room together, their shadows as tall as giants as they head down the stairs for one last time.

"You smell that?" Jason asks. "I'm pretty sure Alfred cooked us a last meal. Are you sure we can't take him with us?"

Dick laughs, and the sound echoes through the empty halls. "I'll learn to cook," he promises, and Jason grins and says, "You better."

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel /+ Sam, Sam ran away from home when he was 17. After nearly five years he finds it hard to trust his consultant Gabriel (or anyone besides his dog Ruby) But Sam can't shake the feeling that Gabriel earnestly wants to help him

Not a fill yet

[cynassa.livejournal.com]

Consultant in what? Do you have anything in mind? Or anything goes? And I promised myself I would study now but all your prompts are so cool.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, Petunia Dursley actually thinks about raising a magical child – and realizes that kindness would be better than cruelty, since a boy eventually becomes a man

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[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Her first thought is to hate the boy. His features are all his father's, except the eyes of course, and he is one of them - the thing that made her sister leave home for the last time, the thing that got her sister murdered.

Once, Petunia wished that she didn't have a sister. There may not be any magic in her that they'd recognize, but there is a kind of magic in that.

Vernon argues with her. He tells her that they cannot possibly keep the boy, that the neighbors will talk, that the boy will be a freak just like his parents. And she agrees with him on all the points but the first – they must keep him.

He argues, and he growls, and his face turns red, but he doesn't say no to her. She is Lily's sister and there is a fierceness in her, too.

Her sister's eyes stare back at her from the child, and she wants to despise him. She wants to keep him hidden, away from her family and her own sweet boy, but then she remembers the days before Lily left for school, before Lily left her. She remembers having a friend, always, even when no one else was around.

She could give that to her boy – a gift that cannot be bought or sold, its own kind of magic.

She tries smiling at the boy, who is quiet and never cries. She puts him in Dudley's room, and the two stare at each other through the bars of their cribs.

Once, Petunia wished that her sister would come back home. When she looks at the two boys – her two boys – she knows that for better or worse, she has gotten her wish.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Hawai Five-0/NCIS L.A, Steve/Danny /+ Sam, it was Sam who traveled to Hawai instead of Kensi. But two SEALs might be a bit to much for Danny

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, all the glee kids meet on Face Off; Klaine make it to the finale

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, the kids all meet on The Voice

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, a Castle AU – Eames as the writer, Arthur as the cop

Fill:

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

He's brash, he's British; he's been living on booze and big parties and the comfort of his high-rise penthouse for most of his adult life.

The day Cobb signed off on his working with their department - with Arthur - Arthur packed up all of his N.P. Eames first editions and mailed them home to his mother. Eames is a brilliant author, but he's also a narcissist. If he knew how big a fan Arthur was of his works before the two of them started working together (okay, still is), Arthur would never hear the fucking end of it.

He's also a hopeless mess when it comes to everything but writing, and cards, and - somehow - crime-solving. Eames makes his poor publicist (slash personal assistant, slash miracle worker), Ariadne, manage almost every aspect of his life, and he's a lot to manage.

He's a hopeless flirt. He doesn't let a day go by without coming onto Arthur or Yusef or Fischer, or even Commissioner Saito and the Captain. (Although Arthur can see that coming to an end; Cobb let's Eames's token "darling"s and innuendo slide right off his back, but Mrs. Cobb isn't quite so cool with it, and Mal can be pretty scary for an otherwise proper police captain's wife.)

And he's a bastard. Eames is a real bastard maybe seventy percent of the time. He makes tasteless jokes, he lacks candor, he makes fun of Arthur for using words like 'candor' and he can demonstrate amazing finesse when charming the pants off of someonen but not so much when they've got to question a suspect Eames would really rather slap the cuffs on already and say "fuck all" to due process.

Eames is also one of the bravest bastards that Arthur's ever met. He's constantly throwing himself in harm's way during cases, sheathed in one of his custom-made vests or even completely vulnerable to their perpetrator, and no matter how many times Arthur gives him the cold shoulder, the stink eye, the verbal castigation, Eames grins and swears that Arthur loves him as much as he claims to love Arthur.

One day, Eames actually gets himself shot, and in the middle of "whinging" about the pain to the poor EMTs helping him, pestering Ariadne to tape all of his observations about the experience for use in a new Artie Irons novel later, and posing for cameras, Eames clings to Arthur's hand and laughs when he takes in Arthur's pale face.

Arthur would be pissed but he's concentrating on calming his rabbiting heart.

"Now, now, love. I'll be fine. But you see, don't you? How bad you'd feel if that bullet had been just a bit to the left. Admit it, Artie, you're crazy about me."

Arthur doesn't pull his hand back. He doesn't remind Eames not to call him that name. (Again.) But he does scowl and say, "Sonofabitch."


Because, of all the things that Eames is...

Right is often one.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Thor, people notice that Thor has a Tricksters as brother

untitled - Thor + Loki, semi-crack

[tigriswolf]

When Thor is banished after attacking the jotnar, Loki follows him. Thor is unable to reclaim his hammer, but Loki magics it out for him, and when the jotnar find their way into Asgard (Father's in his OdinSleep, and Baldr is such a nice guy, he didn't even think about welcoming the frost giants into their stronghold), Thor throws himself in front of Loki, taking a fatal blow meant for his little brother.

Loki, of course, curses him for it, but then he blasts the jotnar back and Thor's power is restored, and when Thor joins the Midgardian 'heroes,' Loki decides against returning to Asgard alone. (Father's awake, the jotnar tossed back to Jotunheim, and Baldr banished for his inability to recognize friend from foe. He's sent to Niflheimr to spend time with Hel. It should do him some good.)

It doesn't take long for the Avengers (such a silly name, Loki tells Thor, but Thor likes it) to notice the chaos that follows Thor around, but when they ask, all he does is smirk that 'I'm a superhero alien god, booyah' smirk, and half the time, the chaos saves thier lives, anyway.

[kayim.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Season 1 Team, Victorian AU (preferably set in Emily's timeline!)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, Spiderman!AU: Bryce becomes Spiderman; Chuck thinks Spiderman killed his father, Orion, and takes Orion's place, determined to take Spiderman down.

[iamduvet.livejournal.com]

Madlax, Madlax,Vanessa,Elenore,Margaret,Carrossea,
Magical Girl Madlax and her magical girl squad.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, One of them is a US Marshall and one is the old friend who always ends up on the wrong side of the law.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck + Casey, Terminator!AU: Casey is the cyborg loyal to the human cause who Mary sends back in time to protect her family and he ends up becoming one of them.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Justified, Raylan/Boyd, Boyd is a polished lawyer who butts heads with Raylan as often as Raylan fantasizes about knocking boots with him. (Not that a city boy like Boyd would be caught dead in a pair of worn old boots.)

[thezmage.livejournal.com]

Castle, Beckett, Both Castle and his mother died in that bank robbery (or W/E you want to use) and now Beckett is raising Alexis

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 10/Donna or friendship, if Donna could have gone on to be DoctorDonna.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, Werewolves roam the countryside of Resembool

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

X-Men Movieverse, Rogue/Logan; Rogue is the cagefighter

Those That Stand In My Corner (PG13)

[inkvoices]

He watches as the slim streak of nothing in jeans and a black bra slams her fist into the oncoming punch of her far larger opposition and because he’s got better senses than most he can see that it drains the guy much more than the girl, even though she’s the one that staggers back. There’s just something in the way the colour of the guy’s face seems to fade slightly and a smell of vulnerability.

“That all you got?” the guy demands, laughing.

She kicks out with a bare foot and veins pulse under the guy’s skin briefly where she connects, rising to the surface. He grabs her ankle, wrapping both hands around it, and throws her against the wall of the cage nearest to Logan. A small smile darts across her face as she slams into it.

“Fifty dollars on the kid,” Logan says around the cigar clamped between his teeth, handing his money to the bookie as he wanders past, and proceeds to watch her wear her rival down until a solid hit to the jaw sends him to the floor unconscious.

“It’s unnatural,” he overhears the fight organiser say when she tries to collect the cash she’s owed and is refused the full amount.

“For a bunch of guys to have less stamina than they reckon?” She tosses back a shot of vodka. “Honey, women always outlast the boys.”

“I know what you are,” the organiser insists.

“You don’t know jack shit.”

Logan follows her out when she leaves. He watches as she yanks on leather gloves and flings up her hood before fastening her coat, covering her skin before protecting herself from the cold.

“Hey, kid,” he asks, dropping the remains of his cigar on the ground with a small hiss as it hits the snow. “You got somewhere to be?”

“What’s it to you?”

Logan pops three claws out of the knuckles of his right hand, slowly extending them to their full length and ignoring the burn as skin splits and metal moves beneath his skin.

She watches him do it, examining him with her eyes.

“I could use a ride,” she says, in the tone of someone granting a favour rather than accepting one and Logan allows one corner of his mouth to twist upwards in reply.

[samueljames]

Dexter, Dexter, Harry never realised what Dexter was doing and therefore never coached Dexter or gave him a code to go by.

Fill: Come play

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Alone in his room, Dexter stares at his shaking hands. He realises this must be how junkies feel when they're in need of their next fix. But he's not an addict - he's never touched drugs - unless you count murder as a drug. Only animals, of course; he's been tempted to murder his classmates but reason has always held him back. Human bodies are a lot harder to hide and their disappearances more difficult to explain away.

He's managed to cope with his...obsession with blood and death for years, but with Harry gone...

The dark passenger is more vocal these days than it's ever been. It tells him animals aren't enough anymore - it's time to move onto bigger and better game. So far Dexter has been able to say No, because that is what Harry would have wanted him to say. Harry would not have approved and even now Dexter doesn't want to disappoint his adopted father. Yet the dark passenger persists. It points out that Harry is dead, that it is time Dexter stepped out of the man's shadow. It tells him to come out and play.

Dexter fights it, but every time he encounters blood he feels his will weaken.
***
Years later Dexter still hasn't given in. He's on the edge of a nervous breakdown, but he has yet to surrender his principles (Harry's principles, really, because every fibre of Dexter's being wants him to just give in and let the dark passenger have its way).

Then he appears. The Ice-truck Killer. Rudy. Dexter's brother.

Rudy holds out his hand and says, "Come play Dexter."

And after years of fighting it, Dexter surrenders. He takes his brother's hand and whispers, "Ok."

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, they were rival assassins, a couple of the best in the business, until they met on vacation; now they're a team, the best in the business

FILL: United Here Somehow [Inception, Arthur/Eames, PG-13]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

“Your technique is flawless, darling.”

He’s unused to being complimented in the middle of trying to kill someone, no matter how true the compliment is. He blinks for a second, sways in an uncharacteristic moment of indecision “…Thank you?”

It’s too long, too indecisive, anyhow. In a second he finds his legs swept out from under him, his knife clattering across the room as Eames grins brightly above him, “no, really, I mean it. You are superb. A pleasure to watch – and, trust me, I don’t say that to all the pretty little assassins that come after me.”

“Thank you,” he feels a surge of relief, doesn’t examine it too closely as he drives his heel into Eames’ ankle. Both of them down on the ground isn’t ideal, but it is a lot better than him being laid out like some sacrificial platter, “again. Are you really supposed to be talking to me at a moment such as this?”

“Sweetie, I talk all the time,” Eames tuts reprovingly, somehow managing to sound only a little winded despite his hard landing. And- oh, yes, he’s already up on all fours. Smoothly, with a turn of speed that he almost admires, “especially to people that I’m interested in.”

He arches an eyebrow, quickly attempts to slam a fist into Eames’ side – inelegant, but he can’t do much more with his knife across the room, “you also aren’t supposed to be flirting with me.”

“Cheeky!” Eames laughs, and blocks him easily. He was expecting that, uses the distraction to land a – hopefully – stinging kick to Eames’ thigh before he can fully brace himself, “I’m not, not at the moment at least. I have a proposition for you, if you’re willing to stop punching and start listening for a few minutes.”

“That still sounds like flirting,” he offers sweetly, as Eames’ thigh buckles under him… But does pause, shuffle back a little on his knees to give them both a little breathing room, “talk.”

“…Well, if you’d prefer the flirting-“

“Talk,” he allows himself a little smile, allows himself to watch the way that Eames’ eyes sparkle in time with the stretch of his smile. He’s surprised to find that he wouldn’t mind the flirting, not really – Eames is just the right level of interesting to hold his attention, “unless you want me to start punching you again?”

“Kinky,” with the flash of his eyes, and his wit, and those arm muscles bulging so interestingly under the cut of his suit… “No, no, stop it! I didn’t mean it! Seriously, Arthur dearest, you really have to get a sense of humour-“

This may just be the start of a beautiful friendship. Or, at the very least, a beautiful murder.

[mute90.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Bones, Neal + any Bones character, Neal is the youngest child of Max Keenan