pinch-hit: crossover

[tigriswolf]

Well, it's half past 7 where I am, so I'll toss a pinch-hit out here: crossovers, however you choose to interpret it.

Y'all all know the rules; have fun!

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[samueljames]

Lost Girl/Teen Wolf, Dyson/Derek, bond.

Fill: "across the hallow'd ground", PG-13, 1/1

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Dyson presses a firm hand to Derek’s chest, keeping him from leaning up for another kiss. Derek is used to being the taller one in whatever kiss he chooses to partake in, but Dyson has at least three inches on him, his arms banded in muscle that Derek knows can only form with age.

He’s an old werewolf, an old soul, and Derek is in awe.

“Why would you think this is a good idea?” Dyson keeps his hand on Derek, words gritted out through his teeth. He’s got a voice like Chris Argent, all deep and wise and filled with the kind of gentle venom that makes Derek want to submit. The milky moonlight makes Dyson’s eyes glow—he’s got yellow eyes, but Derek can tell they’ll burn red when the moon is full.

“I’ve got bad luck with love,” Derek says wryly, looking at Dyson with his chin tilted up. He’s practically a baby next to a werewolf of Dyson’s age, and Dyson’s definitely a powerful wolf—Derek saw him for the first time stumbling around the preserve in full wolf form. “So don’t worry about me falling for you.”

“You must’ve lost her,” Dyson says with half a smirk on his face. “Or him. You must be ready to throw it all away for a quick fuck in the forest, kid.”

Derek bristles, standing his ground, the warmth of Dyson’s palm making him want to get on his knees. “I haven’t bonded yet. I’m just getting started.” He swallows hard, jaw clicking, and raises his hands to rest against the lapels of Dyson’s brown leather jacket. His thumbs wander beneath the fabric, feeling Dyson’s warm skin through the cotton of his tee shirt. “I’m sick of being disappointed. I just need something…”

Dyson growls low in his throat, pulling Derek in so they’re pressed together, his arm wrapped low around Derek’s waist. “Quick? Easy? Fun?” He leans in and scents along the shell of Derek’s ear, pressing his nose into Derek’s dark hair. “God, you smell heavy. Your pack is young, and so is your alpha. No wonder why your world is a shit-storm.”

“So give me a break,” Derek breathes, still looking defiantly into Dyson’s eyes. “Whoever she was, you lost her. You gave her your life’s bond and now you’re here, with me.” He ducks down, biting along Dyson’s throat. He was never good at verbal intimidation; he could never talk his way out of trouble. But he could smell it on Dyson—loss, heartbreak. He wanted to pull that scent out of him; he had too much of his own. “So why don’t you push me in the dirt and make the most out of the moon?”

Dyson’s eyes glow, and his hands curl around Derek’s hips, bringing him to the carpet of dirt and leaves on the forest floor. “You have so much to learn, kid, and I’m not gonna stick around to teach you.” His hands work at Derek’s belt, hot and frenzied—he’ll be in full wolf form but the next night, but his still-bonded body is telling him it’s time to fuck, to rut. It’s been too long for him, Derek thinks.

“I don’t expect you to,” Derek says, sliding Dyson’s jacket off his shoulders. He’s long stopped expecting anything from anyone, anything except sure hands and warm mouths and a steady, heartbroken howl.

[tigriswolf]

What’s Your Number?/The Losers movieverse, Colin & Jensen as twins, hanging with their niece and nephew

[tigriswolf]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)/Lilo&Stitch, Lilo&Stitch + Rocket&Groot, holy shit, think of the chaos

Not a fill, but

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

OMG, this needs to be a thing. I will brain about this....

.

[tigriswolf]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)/Avengers movieverse, Rocket + post WS!Bucky, quite a bit in common (but, “No, pal, you ain’t gettin’ my arm.”)

[tigriswolf]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)/Gundam Wing Mobile Suit, Peter Quill + Duo, two space brats just trying to get by

[tigriswolf]

The Losers movieverse/Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky & Jensen/Cougar, (Jensen is an attempt at recreating the Captain America experiment via cloning) apparently, attracting terrifying, badass snipers is genetic

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Good looking boyfriend you got there, Cougar," Bucky said over the coms. He was positioned east of Steve and Jensen, his sniper rifle covering the area behind them.

"I'd usually shoot a guy for saying that," Cougar answered from where he was covering them from the west. "But I guess you just got good taste."

"Not appropriate, guys," Steve mumbled over coms, trying to look like he was talking to Jensen; they were pretending to both be clones of Captain America, offering their services to the highest bidder, and they were expecting the buyer to show up at any minute.

"I think they make excellent points," Jensen said, and Steve just rolled his eyes.

Steve and Jensen turned then, instinctively moving back to back, as three teams of HYDRA agents came at them from all directions. Steve didn't have his shield, since they were undercover, but he had his fists and Jensen had two guns.

A few seconds later, though, all 24 agents were on the ground with multiple shots to the shoulders and legs, the conscious ones screaming in pain.

"Sweet," Jensen said, and gave Cougar a thumbs up.

"You said you wanted them alive for questioning," Bucky said, "And most of them are technically alive."

Steve called in for medical backup, then. He had HYDRA agents to round up. So he just tuned out Bucky and Cougar's conversation about his (and Jensen's) various body parts and tried to focus on work.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

How to Train Your Dragon/Brave, Merida travels to Berk and winds up with a dragon of her own

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

DCU/Avengers movieverse, Jason Todd/+Bucky, trying to be one of the good guys again is tricky

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[daria234.livejournal.com]

It started a month after Jason became a probationary agent for SHIELD. HYDRA agents had ambushed him and Bucky couldn’t get a clear shot from his position.

It didn’t matter. Jason had pulled out a knife and single-handedly taken out all four of them.

Bucky, watching through his scope, had just slightly smiled.

Later, as SHIELD was cleaning up the scene and taking a statement from the agents present, Bucky was answering an agent’s questions just a few feet away from where Agent Triplett was debriefing Todd. Jason responded in short sentences; his breathing patterns were unsteady, and his voice and body language made him seem withdrawn, still a bit on edge.

He was faking it, clear as day.

Clear to Bucky, at least. He looked over to Jason, watched him put on a show: Please think I suffer for those men I kill, please think I have nightmares about their faces. Please don’t see what I really am.

Jason noticed him staring, of course (men like them knew when they were being watched). He looked back at Bucky and he knew. Bucky saw right into him. And from there it wasn’t hard for Jason to see right back.

Past midnight, Jason knocked on the door to Bucky’s apartment. The secret one, that he didn’t let SHEILD trail him too.

“You think you can kill me?” Bucky said, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Not here for that. Well, not tonight,” Jason said, cocking his head, then smirked, sucking a little on his own lower lip.

Bucky paused, then stepped aside to let Jason in the door, the scent of him, sweat and gunpowder, heavy in the air.

--

Jason showed up once in a while. It was always fast, always good, teeth and muscle and deep guttural moans. Hands roaming, fingers gliding along skin, then gripping, clinging, tighter than they should.

Then an anti-Captain America domestic terrorist group, who felt that Steve Rogers no longer represented “true” American values, took a shot at Steve. It was at a charity event, and Steve didn’t have a shield, and he took four hollow point bullets in the chest.

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

Dragonriders of Pern/ASoIaF, Dragons + Nightswatch, It is important to concentrate when going between or you might not come out again. Or, in one case, you might come out next to a giant wall.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Angel, Dean/Faith, cigarettes & alcohol

Fill

[antrazi.livejournal.com]

A little Break

Faith looked up when the door opened. She wasn't surprised to see that it was Dean who had fled, the older Winchester brother had looked as bored as she trapped in a discussion between Giles and Dawn about the grammar of Aramaic.
Dean looked to her cigarette and up to her face. “You have another?” He looked like he really needed the nicotine, so she gave him her last one. The look of bliss after he inhaled the first time was familiar.
“It's been a while since your last one?” Dean snorted. “You've met my brother. He's annoying enough without reason, he got so bad about me smoking it was easier to quit.” Faith nodded, she had gotten the same from a number of people. “I know what you mean, but I don't get it. With our job we won't get old enough to get lung cancer anyway.”
“That was my argument as well, didn't help.”
They sat there in silence enjoying their cigarettes, both happy to be away from Giles, Willow and Sam nerdgasming over one thing or another.
“We just need a drink and this would be perfect.” a quiet evening, not having to look after the mini Slayers... Faith loved what she was and what she did, but it was still great to get a break from time to time. She felt something beside her and took the bottle with a little smile. Yes, she would enjoy this little break.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Angel/Supernatural, Charles Gunn (+any or solo), after his sister's death, Gunn ditches LA and hits the road instead to save people and hunt things

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Generation Kill/Avengers movieverse, any, unlucky Charms

idek dude *hands*

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Steve waltzes right up to them, putting on his best I’m Just Like You face, shield strapped to his back and gleaming in the harsh midday sun. The colonel thought it’d be good if the Avengers stopped by, boosted morale a little, which Bucky rolled his eyes at mostly. These are recon soldiers, not punk kids back on home soil. They aren’t going to be starstruck so easily. Still, Steve is probably the best Avenger they could have chosen. He knows exactly how to speak to them so that it doesn’t sound like he’s talking down to them. He doesn’t sound bored listening to their stories of missions gone awry and he’s smart, doesn’t try to pump them up with “cheesy moto bullshit” as one of them puts it, just listens to them mostly, which is probably all they want.

“Mind if I steal one of those?” Bucky asks a kid who looks no older than sixteen really, who’s passing out MRE’s. He can’t remember the last time he ate and his stomach is sounding pretty angry at him for it. He and the kid cop a squat on the sand and lean up against one of the humvee’s back tires as they tear into their dinners. He can vaguely hear Steve telling the same fucking story he always tells and grins as his teeth tear into the plastic wrapper.

“You got Charms,” the kid pokes his finger at Bucky’s MRE, his voice low. “We’re not ‘sposed to eat ‘em. Bad luck or some shit.” Then he leans in and whispers, “But I don’t believe in that stuff. I like ‘em.”

“I’ve never really cared for superstitions either,” Bucky says, ripping into the paper, offering a green disc shaped candy to the kid, then they both pop them into their mouths. “What’s your name, kid?”

“James,” Trombley says. “Just like you.”

Bucky wonders what else they have in common.

“Yeah, how come you’re sitting over here eating contraband candy with a superhero reject and not with your team?”

James shrugs. “They don’t really like me.”

Bucky thinks about Avengers tower, how it always feels like people are talking about him every time he enters a room. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it is, but I don’t care as long as I get to shoot people.”

The way he says it, like it’s just another phrase, just a totally innocuous string of words makes Bucky’s chest tighten. They come across these types a lot now, kids that just can’t wait to get their fingers on the trigger and pull, like lives mean nothing to them, like its all just a fucking game.

Bucky starts feeling queasy, so sets his MRE down. “Uh, thanks kid, but it’s, uh, not really my favorite flavor.”

He gets up and dusts his ass off; James just looks up at him and shrugs. “Mind if I finish it?”

“Go for it,” Bucky says and starts making his way back over to Steve. But not before getting rid of those fucking Charms.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The Avengers/The X-Files, Scully+/Mulder+Any, "C'mon, Scully, even you can't discount there were actual aliens in New York!"

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Archer/any spy fandom, Sterling/any, common goal

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones/Highlander, Kronos, War is only the first

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy/Farscape, Peter Quill & John Crichton, pop culture references

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Generation Kill/Supernatural, Brad/Ray, rock salt

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[likewinning.livejournal.com]

On a hot Sunday morning back in the US, the Lt. hands them all what Ray thinks at first is buckshot. "Oh, awesome," Ray says when Fick gives them a reassuring half-smile and walks off. "We finally get to come back home, but now we're fighting our enemies with the shit that killed Bambi's mom."

"Rocksalt," Brad corrects. He loads up his gun with a sharp click. From behind them, Trombley adds, "Bambi's mom should've known it was hunting season."

"I'm sorry," Ray says, ignoring Trombley. "Rocksalt. How stupid of me, to think that as US Marines we might be fighting an evil spirit uprising with something a little stronger than condiments."

"Salt keeps evil spirits away," Walt shouts down from the top of the humvee. "My gramma told me about it."

"Cool," Ray says, his voice starting to reach that Rip-Fuel no-sleep-in-38-hours high pitch. "We're now taking advice from Walt's buck-toothed senile gramma, who's probably one of the ghosts or whatever we're going to have to shoot in the head - assuming she has a head, what with being dead and everything -"

"Person," Brad says. He looks over at Ray, with that wide-eyed intense sort of look he gets when his concern for Ray's wellbeing is just slightly higher than his annoyance at all the shit spewing out of Ray's mouth.

"My gramma's in Arizona," Walt says. "I just talked to her when we got back."

Ray shuts his mouth, even though he and Brad are both mostly ignoring Walt. They look at each other a while, as long as they can while Ray's driving. Ray doesn't freak out, much - not really, not in a way that bitching about the situation won't take care of, but - this whole "ghosts are real and also trying to kill a lot of people because they're bitter fucking dicks about being dead or whatever" thing is - kind of fucking him up.

Brad keep his gaze for long enough that Ray remembers to breathe - he's always wanted to haunt the shit out of someone, but not right now - and then when he turns back to his sector he starts humming a little tune, quiet a first so Ray can only just hear him.

And then, louder: "If there's something strange, in your neighborhood..."

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Lost Girl/Once Upon a Time, Sheriff Graham/Dyson, wild and in charge.

kinkfic mini-fill

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Dyson can smell the wild in him, the miles and miles of untamed forest coursing through his veins, the scent of ancient green pines and ice cold mountain rivers lingering on the Sheriff's skin, on his hair. Yet something else, something foreign, some scent of a place utterly removed from this world.

Graham smells... dangerous.

Dyson pulls him closer, inhales deeply, buries his face in Graham's hair, which is longer than when he saw him last. Dyson' moves his lips down to Graham's jaw, covered in stubble, to Graham's neck, resisting the urge not to bite.

Graham's hand grips Dyson's hip, stronger than a human usually is. Dyson presses him against the wall and covers Graham's body with the wall.

"Want to be the Big Bad Wolf then?" Graham said with a smirk.

"Would that make you Little Red Riding Hood?" Dyson shot back.

Graham laughed. "Believe me, I know Red and she could kick your ass."

Dyson let out a breath of annoyance. He doubted it. But then there was something about Graham that made him not want to test his assumption, so he ignored the comment and went back to kissing a line down Graham's shoulder, slowly tearing his shirt to shreds.

"I'm going to take you right here," Dyson said softly, an order, frightening in its quiet calm. "Against the wall, me behind you. You'll do as I say and try to stay standing."

Graham inhaled sharply and smiled, leaned down to kiss Dyson on the lips, rough, a challenge. "That's the first thing you've said all night that makes any sense at all."

Dyson smiled without intending to, then flipped Graham around and held him against the wall. Graham let out a moan and Dyson smiled wider.

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Orange Is the New Black/Orphan Black, Piper & Alison, bonding over their mutual privilege and secret anger issues in Litch.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movieverse)/Revolution, John/Bobby + Miles/Bass, John and Bobby are hitchhiking due to some mistake on John's part and end up being picked up by Miles and Bass.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

The Prestige/X-Men, Angier/Alfred, they're both mutants: Alfred can duplicate himself and Angier can't die

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow/Suits, Moira &or/Harvey or Moira/Jessica, Harvey is Moira's lawyer

[daria234.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Leverage, any, old friends meeting by surprise on a job

[daria234.livejournal.com]

X-Men movies/Smallville, Lex/Charles Xavier or Oliver Queen/any or Clark/Logan, opposites attract

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU/DCU, Captain America/Wonder Woman or Captain America/Batman or anyone/Hawkgirl or anyone/Jason Todd, first date

no fill (yet), but

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

good god, I want to write all of these.