free for all

[tigriswolf]

It's time for the free for all. Y'all know the rules; have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter/Teen Wolf (TV), Sirius/Remus & Stiles/Derek, Remus&Sirius move to Beacon Hills after the end of the Second War

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Harry Potter, Arthur/Eames, a world where they raised Harry instead of the Dursleys

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, the summer before her second year, Luna Lovegood finds a half-dead, giant black dog in her backyard.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author's choice, 15 month olds can walk. Harry Potter toddles away from the Dursleys' doorstep and the world is changed.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry + author's choice, Harry doesn't care about the 'Greater Good' - no one ever taught him to

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam; coffee, pie, and Sam’s hoodie

FILL: "Pie"

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

domestic!schmoop good with you?

They settle down in a suburban townhouse, just off the main freeway and so, totally normal that Dean's sure it could never last.

"Stop thinking some demon's gonna attack," Sam tells him.

Dean brushes it off, but the fear never leaves. He watches Sam sleep, curled up on the California King Dean's finally accepted to sharing. It's still weird sometimes, but they introduced themselves as boyfriend and boyfriend and that's the story they stick to.

Sometimes Dean misses them being Winchesters.

All those sleepless nights eventually catch up with him with something so perceptually normal that Dean laughs about it: A cold. A common, garden-variety, run-o-the-mill cold.

He laughs, then he worries. "Can't ghost make you sick?" he asks Sam.

"Sure. So can germs. Go to sleep."

Dean grumbles about how he never gets sick, how sickness means injury and injury means hospital if it's bad enough to stop him hunting. Only they don't hunt anymore. He frowns and shuffles back to bed.

Sam brings him coffee. Real coffee. The kind you need beans and frothy milk and a machine to create. It smells perfect, good enough that Dean thinks he's been completely cured.

Then he starts hacking up phlegm and Sam wrinkles his nose, backing out of the room slowly.

He sleeps most of the day, in and out of dreams. Good dreams, the kind that include Sam. Dean has nightmares almost constantly when he's 100% healthy, so it's only fitting a fever brings about the opposite. Just like he's the opposite of most people.

Dean's really not one to linger, and he grows restless. Throws back the cover as he watches the nuclear-green numbers of their bedside clock change from 8:34 to 8:35 to 8:36, and meanders toward their living room.

It's small, the house; bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen, laundry. He thinks it's perfect, but doesn't tell Sam that. His brother's gotta buy him a freakin' castle to make Dean totally happy. Yeah.

He finds Sam sitting on the overstuffed armchair, book in hand.

"Nerd," Dean mutters.

Sam looks up, a loose frown drawing lines on his forehead. He folds the book over the arm of the chair and stands, walking closer to Dean.

"You think you should be up?" He asks.

"It's a cold, Sam," Dean says, "You said so yourself."

"You should still sleep," he insists.

"Come to bed with me?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

Sam rolls his eyes, then he looks Dean up and down, confusion coating his face. Dean's just as confused.

"Are you wearing my hoodie?" Sam asks eventually.

Dean takes a step back and falls to the couch, wrapping his arms around his chest. "All my clothes are in the wash," he defends. "And it's warm."

Sam grins and comes to sit on the couch. "You really are getting into this apple-pie life, aren't you?"

"You should bake me pie," Dean states, definite.

Sam smiles, kisses him. "Pie it is."

[lastinthebox.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny ( + / any), buried alive.

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

This ended up growing legs so I posted it over at AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/911348

[lastinthebox.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny ( + / any), he was a soldier once.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Elwing, postpartum depression

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Elrond, visions have shown him who he could have been, had Maedhros not been responsible for his education

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Marble Hornets, Jay/Tim, "I don't think we're getting out of this alive."

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Night Vale, Cecil/Carlos, "How can you not believe in mountains?"

Fill: You Can Lead Cecil to a Mountain ...

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

“I just don’t understand, Cecil, how can you not believe in mountains?”

Cecil glares at Carlos. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he says huffily, crossing his arms.

Carlos sighs. “Look, Cecil, you said you traveled to Europe, right? You must have seen mountains there?”

Cecil shakes his head. “No. I saw a few rolling hills. A field of violently blue flowers. I saw the inside of the lean-to my traveling companion and I shared,” and here Cecil blushes, because despite having spent many nights in Carlos’s bed without his furry trousers, he’s still a bit shy speaking about such things. “I saw a seaside town full of friendly people who shared their food with me. I saw arches … so many, many arches … but no mountains!”

Carlos drags a hand through his perfect, beautiful hair and tries not to get too frustrated. Out of all the crazy things in this crazy town, why does the fact that his boyfriend doesn’t believe in mountains bother him so much? The invisible clock tower should bother him more than this. Then again, the invisible clock tower isn’t something he’s been able to work on for weeks. Whereas this mountain thing … this he might be able to solve.

“Ok, we’ll never speak of this again, if you go for a drive with me. Right now.”

Cecil reluctantly agrees, and they get into Carlos’s car and drive, heading for the city limits of Night Vale. Cecil gets increasingly more anxious the farther they get from Night Vale, but 30 miles out is far enough for what Carlos has in mind.

He parks the car and gently leads the trembling Cecil outside. They’ve parked at a small lot off of the highway, an observation park with optimistic designers, who put up picnic tables and benches that the sun and sand have weathered to splintery skeletons.

“That,” Carlos says, pointing to the distance, “is a mountain.”

Cecil stares. And stares. He tilts his head. He rubs at his third eye. He cleans his glasses, twice.

Then he nods, turns, and gets back into the car.

He fumes silently all the way home, and Carlos, true to his word, doesn’t bring it up again.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal/Will, it isn't a good thing to be liked by Hannibal.

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Penelope/Derek, "here comes the bride..."

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Queer As Folk (US), Brian/Michael, Brian is superman (whether literally, or taken from the roof scene)

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

South Park, Kenny/(Stan or Kyle), shotgunning.

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, they have a child and finally Ed isn't the shortest person in the house

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC verse), John/Sherlock, living with a socially awkward person sure can be frustrating

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, feet touching under the table

no fill yet

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

But my RP partner have Ed and Winry kick each other under the table regularly in our games. :D

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, overdose

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, there's a case Sherlock can't solve and it drives him crazy

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Doctrine Of Labyrinths; Felix (& or /)Mildmay; Felix finds a way to mend Mildmay's leg

[samueljames]

Chuck, Bryce/Chuck, shared interests.

Fill :)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

They realized during that first conversation - the moment that they met - that they were pretty much ridiculously well matched.

Seriously. Bryce didn't think Chuck's undying love of Tron was pathetic. Chuck took Bryce at his word that the gymnastics team wasn't just a way to pick up chicks. They liked the same movies, the same music, the same television... They'd read some of the same books and enjoyed the same video games. Their friendship was almost like a giant game of chicken with the universe. Chuck and Bryce grew steadily, stubbornly, closer, figuring they'd run out of ways in which to click eventually; but destiny was barreling towards them the whole time, and hit before Chuck could find even one interest that Bryce didn't share. One thing that couldn't remind him of Bryce, in some way, once they had fallen apart.

When Bryce comes back, Chuck's sure that some of that connectedness he'd felt with Bryce at Stanford has to have faded with too much time and too many different experiences.

There's an awkwardness between them during Bryce's first weeks in Burbank. A lack of understanding where either of them stands with the other that Chuck is half-terrified, half-hopeful, will settle into the understanding that they just aren't that compatible anymore.

On the one hand, what Chuck had with Bryce was one of the most defining relationships of his life. But on the other, Bryce's betrayal - however well-intentioned or even necessary it had been - hurt Chuck like nothing in Chuck's life had before. Chuck can't help but wonder if he'd be better off not loving someone, now, the way he'd loved Bryce then; especially now that they seem to have acknowledged the attraction between them that Chuck had been so certain was his problem, and his alone, back in college.

Chuck's loved and lost enough since Stanford, thank you. He's a spy now - and a good one, in his own right; he is, technically, Bryce's boss.

Would it be so bad if they never recovered that crazy, complete 'in sync'-ness that they had before?

They're in Dubai when Bryce looks at Chuck, over their packed suitcases, and asks, "So... I don't suppose you'd want to check out WeapCon with me before we leave?" There's a look on his face like he fully expects Chuck not to know, or care, what a WeapCon is.

"The weapons expo?" Chuck asks. He completely forgot that that was this week. "Oh, no way."

He doesn't notice the disappointment that crosses Bryce's face.

"Casey'd kill us if he found out we went without him," Chuck says. "Last year I thought I'd have to tranq him to get him out of the desert. He was gonna haggle over a used EM-50 until our helo left without us."

"It'll be our secret," Bryce says, a sparkle of pleasant surprise in his eyes that Chuck can't place.

"Promise," Chuck insists. "I'm not even kidding. He's still mad about the laser scalpel incident during the first expo we went to. This'd just set him off."

Bryce looks way too excited to hear about a story that involves Chuck nearly castrating his spy partner with a pen-sized laser beam four years ago. "The what?" he asks.

"Long story. My hands were tied! And there were Ring agents all over the place."

"Sounds like fun." Bryce grins. "And I promise. Wanna go?"

Chuck does. There's a rightness in finding yet another thing he and Bryce can be nerdy about together, despite his misgivings.

And if Bryce kisses him before they leave the WeapCon presentations floor, in the middle of a knife fight with an Armenian arms dealer (during which they each decidedly kick ass)-

Well. Chuck thinks it's nice to know that he and Bryce are well-matched in two more ways, on top of all the others.

[samueljames]

NCIS:LA, Deeks/Callen, too chatty and too quiet.

Disenchanted

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Deeks smiles to often and can't stop talking, while Callen barely talks at all. Outsiders find them odd.

Even their teammates don't often bother to look deeper. Hetty is aware that isn't weird Deeks antic's aren't Kensi's fault. And Sam is trying, really. She appreciates the effort he puts into grounding his partner, but it's hopeless. Despite everything, Sam has a solid and well structured life. A Wife, a house and two beautiful children.

But her charges are drifters. Both learned to be independent very early in their life. Deeks doesn't excel in the homeless man on the street, because of his acting skills.

Hetty sighes and watches her boys messing around with their paperwork.
While she tries to drink her tea, Kensi is packing up. Sam is long gone.

Deeks and Callen are still here. It's unlikely they will leave anytime soon. Their sleeping places can hardly be called a home. Most likely they are cold, dark and empty with nothing in the fridge. Here there's light, warmth and banter with a friend.

Callen's quiet laugh rings through the hall, when Deeks retorts to the dry comments in equal measure.

If she is correct, Deeks hasn't moved from his spot on Callen's desk for half an hour now.

Hetty hates herself a bit that she simply can't leave and have the boys some privacy. It might start with an evening, but Nate warned her that Deeks and Callen aren't necessarily good for each other. They already life in their own little world. Giving them a person that is as much as socially reclusive as the other, they might drop off the face of earth one day, never to be seen again.

As much as she hates to admit it, Hetty agrees.

Why would they need people? So no, for now they cannot be content with each other. For now she must chaperon two very healthy, sexually interested men, without destroying a potential future. Mixed signals are a dangerous thing to meddle with. Not to mention that it's far easier to bring two people together than trying to keep them apart.

And Nel has a great record, when it comes to matchmaking. Hetty grits her teeth, is begrudging proud of her youngest and formulates a plan to distract some attention on other matters.

Chatter rattles in background and Hetty pretends not to see Callen's hand resting on Deeks' knee.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Oliver/Diggle(/Felicity), sleeping arrangements