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Hey, y'all, looks like we need a pinch-hit. Therefore, I declare today to be AU day, however you want to AU it.


Y'all know the rules:


*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Have fun!
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Date: 2014-08-18 11:11 pm (UTC)
falkner: (Marvel ☆ Nova)
From: [personal profile] falkner
MCU, any, the Avengers are normal kids/teenagers (whatever you prefer) playing pretend

Date: 2014-08-18 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
X-Men (movieverse), John/Bobby, AU where John never left.

fill 1/3 probably *shakes fist at word limits*

Date: 2014-09-21 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likewinning.livejournal.com
Steve isn't the kind of guy who hits on people in bookstores. Steve isn't the kind of guy who hits on anyone, really. It never ends well – he always winds up stammering or making terrible jokes or just apologizing. It's better for everyone if he just keeps to himself.

And he doesn't talk to the guy, exactly, just because he's hot. He is, with his long dark hair and strong build, but most of that would have Steve ducking in the other direction most of the time.

It's just. He's reading one of Steve's favorite books. So Steve kind of casually stares at him, for a while. He brought his sketchbook with him, so he's able to look like less of a total stalker and more like someone doing work or something.

At least, he thinks so, until the guy approaches Steve's table.

Steve looks up at him. This close, the guy is even better looking. He's still holding the book, his thumb keeping his place. He looks down at Steve, and Steve feels – he's used to finding the quirks and details in people; it's what you do as an artist, but the way this guy looks at him goes deeper than that kind of study.

"Uh," Steve says, "Hi."

The guy blinks at him. His mouth twitches like maybe he wants to smile, but he doesn't quite make it. "You were watching me," he says.

Steve feels himself blush. It's horrible. "It's not –" Steve starts. The guy waits. Steve feels very small, but he carries on, "That book you've been reading. It's my favorite."

The guy blinks again, and he looks down at the book. "Oh," he says, and it's softer than how he spoke before.

"You should get it," Steve says. "I mean, if you've never read it before, it's – you'll like it."

Steve doesn't know anything about what this guy likes, but he doesn't look at Steve like he's totally nuts. He nods at Steve and walks off, and Steve spends the next hour sketching men with dark hair and pretty mouths when he's supposed to be working on an assignment.

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Date: 2014-08-19 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vesca-viridian.livejournal.com
It all would have been different if Zuko had been sorted somewhere reasonable—like Ravenclaw. While Zuko was from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins, Ravenclaw was an acceptable deviation. Mai was a Ravenclaw, and it was perfectly acceptable for her to be friends with Azula, as Ravenclaw and Slytherin were on relatively good terms. Ty Lee got sorted to Hufflepuff, and while a Hufflepuff and Slytherin hanging out were a strange combination, no one had been very surprised with the placement. But of course he got sorted into Gryffindor. The foolhardy goody-goody house that did reckless, brash things.

And, ok, so the placement sort of fit; Zuko did tend to jump before he thought things through. The curse scar on the left side of his face from when he’d accidentally challenged his father to a duel was testament to that… But… But he never felt comfortable with the Gryffindors and he was outcast from the Slytherins because of Azula’s weird grudge against him ‘being a family embarrassment.’

Well, almost all the Slytherins. Zuko didn’t look at the barefoot girl in green and black robes stomping up to him.

“Yo, Sparky.” Toph Beifong grinned with all teeth bared. Every single time it made him want to duck and cover because he never knew when her sense of humor would have her aiming spells at him. “Heard you got a detention for arguing with Sugar Queen.”

“She started it,” Zuko grumbled. He didn’t know what her problem was. Katara was a fourth year half-blood with a scary talent for transfigurations. She’d once swapped all of Zuko’s teeth with needle-sharp snake fangs because if he was going to be a ‘snake sympathizer’ he could have the teeth to match. He’d gone to the hospital wing with puncture wounds throughout his mouth. Thankfully the fangs hadn’t been poisonous, small comfort that that had been. He couldn’t even remember what started the last argument just that it had ended up with him failing to hex her and his wand on the other side of the room from when it backfired. He wished he was better with hexes and jinxes. Or had bonded to a wand that was useful. Fir and unicorn hair—what good was that in dueling or advanced spell work?

Toph, used to his brooding, punched his shoulder. He still didn’t know how she got around if she was blind. A spell? Something learned from childhood uncontrollable magic? “I thought you guys were getting along better.”

“Since when? Since she hexed half my hair off? Or how about the time she called my family murdering scum? I’m not the one with blood prejudice, she is.”

“Yeah, Sugar Queen has her issues. Twinkle Toes is working on that.”

Zuko wrinkled his nose. Aang was almost worse than Katara. The second year Ravenclaw had the annoying habit of being almost as upbeat as Ty Lee. He’d transferred to Hogwarts from who knew where and there were all sorts of rumors flying around about him, including one ridiculous one involving a philosopher’s stone and a drought of the living dead. He was also a pacifist and that naïve mindset made Zuko want to shake him.

Toph grinned wider. “I know, right? But he should wear her down.”

“Why are you here?” Zuko asked bluntly. The smile was verging on vampiric and it was starting to hit him in the duck and cover instincts.

“Snoozles is out for your blood for getting his ‘sweet baby sister’ into detention again.”

“Great.” Zuko groaned. “How long do I have?”

Toph took a step to the right, ducking into a secret passage Zuko hadn’t even known existed. “About now. See ya, Sparky.” She waved jauntily and vanished down the passage. It looked like a blank stretch of wall. He poked his hand at it and it melted into the wall. Weird.

“ZUKO!” someone yelled at the far end of the hall. The voice yelling cracked at the tail end of the screech and Zuko debated ducking into the passage Toph just used, but he had the feeling she might be waiting for him to do it just so she could jinx him into running to confront Sokka instead.

Sighing, Zuko resigned himself to the confrontation. For a Hufflepuff, Sokka had a lot of dramatics. Weren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be quiet and kind or something? Ok, no, Ty Lee wasn’t quiet. Cheerful then. Sokka was often the opposite of cheerful.

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Date: 2014-08-18 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soledad-moon.livejournal.com
Bones, any of the squinterns, choosing forensic pathology over forensic anthropology

No fill

Date: 2014-08-19 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canonisrelative.livejournal.com
That's the best icon I've EVER seen

Date: 2014-08-18 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likewinning.livejournal.com
DCU, Batfamily, all the kids are in a band (and don't get along very well) and Bruce (and Alfred) is their disgruntled manager

Date: 2014-08-18 11:58 pm (UTC)
scribblemyname: (firefly)
From: [personal profile] scribblemyname
Leverage/Firefly, any, the crew of Serenity as another crew in the Leverage 'verse

Date: 2014-08-19 12:11 am (UTC)
falkner: (DC ☆ man of tomorrow)
From: [personal profile] falkner
DC/Marvel, Clint Barton &/any, after joining the Justice League in JLA/Avengers Clint decides to stay in the DC universe

Date: 2014-08-19 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
Any, any, NBC Revolution!AU

Date: 2014-08-19 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
X-Men (movieverse), John/Bobby, college!AU.

Date: 2014-08-19 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
DCU, Jason Todd/any, Jason has to take care of a kid (possibly a de-aged person he knows) and Jason is very annoyed by the entire situation

fill. no pairings really but a lot of crack.

Date: 2014-08-24 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likewinning.livejournal.com
Against all of his better judgment, Dick answers his phone. "Jason," he says, "it's six in the morning."

"I know," Jason says. He reins in the part of him that would usually say thanks for the fucking tip, genius, there's a clock on my phone, too and actually says, "Sorry."

Dick tries to convince himself to wake up. If Jason's calling him, then someone's probably dead or dying or – well, it must be some sort of emergency. "What's going on?" he asks. "Is everything –"

"Oh, yeah," Jason says. His voice is that kind of high-pitched level of crazy that Dick associates with Jason suddenly deciding that actually he will just go with some dumb plan against everyone's advice. "Everything's great. Except that there's a f –" Jason stops himself from swearing. "There's a kid here."

It's too early for this shit. Or too late. Dick doesn't know which, but he rubs at his eyes, feeling the headache coming on already. "So now you're adding kidnapping people to –"

"Not people, Dick. It's –" but what it is Dick doesn't get to hear, because then Jason's yelling (pleading), "Hey, no, put the knife down, that's dangerous!"

"Oh, sure, now you figure that out," Dick says. He's exhausted, and confused, but he also kind of wants to laugh. Except it's no fun laughing at Jason if it's not directly in his face.

"Shut up," Jason says. "Jesus f – would you just –"

"I don't know what you expect me to do about this, Jay. I'm not the one who takes in stray kids. Why don't you call Bruce?"

There's a pause. Jason lets out a breath. Counts to twenty while he waits for the tiny kid to stop running around his apartment and tire himself out. Then: "Because it is Bruce, Dick."

"Oh," Dick says.

What he means is: Oh, shit. But he thinks language in case the kid – Bruce – can hear him.

*

"Did you call Alfred?" Dick asks, ten minutes later when he's managed to get to Jason's apartment faster than maybe Superman could've. The kid who is definitely a five-year-old version of Bruce Wayne is asleep on the couch, having apparently exhausted himself running wild around Jason's apartment for the last four hours. "We should call Alfred."

"And what? Give him the heart attack that finally kills him? No, we're going to figure this out without the old man."

Dick kind of wants to say that we don't have to do anything, but – he's already here. And it's Bruce. As hilarious as it would be, he's pretty sure he can't just leave Jason to take care of – well, anyone really, but Bruce especially.

"Okay," Dick says. "Explain."

So Jason tells him what he knows, more or less. He and Bruce were arguing, nothing new there, and Bruce told Jason his methods were going to get him killed and Jason called Bruce a child - and then there was a kid pretty much drowning in a batsuit. Jason is tense, waiting for Dick to yell and call him a fuck-up, but when he gets to the end of the story about carrying Bruce back here, Dick is laughing so hard that he's shaking and Jason hates his entire life.

"So," Dick says, when he catches his breath. "He doesn't remember – I mean, he doesn't know who he's supposed to be?"

"No," Jason says. He shrugs. "I told him it was Halloween and I was his babysitter. Then he kept asking me where all the candy was so I had to buy him a bunch, and then he tried to demolish my apartment – Jesus, Dick, stop fucking laughing," he says, and he tries to keep his voice down, but the kid – fucking Bruce wakes up again at the sound of his voice. His eyes seem huge for his face and it freaks Dick the hell out to see the kid from old photographs looking up at him.

"Are you my babysitter, too?" he asks Dick.

"Um," Dick says. Jason mutters something that sounds like a swear word or several.

"You owe a quarter," the kid says, looking over at Jason.

"Huh?" Jason asks, and Dick can feel himself starting to laugh again because he already knows.

"For the swear jar," the kid explains.

"Oh, for fuck's –"

"That's two quarters!"

Date: 2014-08-19 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Kings/MCU, Steve/Jack, Jack is the politician who is deciding whether to make superheroes register with the government and Steve is lobbying him to say no (but Bucky and Jack do not look identical in this AU)

(Political Animals/MCU with TJ/Steve is fine for this too)

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Date: 2014-08-31 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likewinning.livejournal.com
"Well, you know what I would do," Natasha tells him.

"He's a politician, not a terrorist," Steve says. "I'm not going to tear off his fingernails one by one."

"I was going to say sleep with him, actually," Natasha says. "I've seen the pictures. He's cute, and definitely your type."

"I have a type?"

"I mean he likes men, Rogers."

"That's not a type."

"And he's sort of a tortured soul. You read about his father, right?"

"That's –" he can feel Natasha raising an eyebrow, even over the phone. "Yeah, okay, but I'm not going to sleep with him."

"Fine, do it your way," Natasha sighs. "What is your way?"

Steve clears his throat. "I'm going to be friendly and charming and show him how great superheroes are, and why it's important that our secret identities be kept… secret."

"Smooth," Natasha says. "Let me know how that goes."

Her lack of confidence bothers Steve, but then again, fair enough, because friendly and charming turns into Steve accidentally knocking a drink over on Jack when Jack all but propositions him at the dinner table, and then trying to clean it up by, apparently, knocking a over a full plate of pasta.

"I thought I was having dinner with Captain America, not the Hulk," Jack says. He's grinning, at least, which surprises Steve considering he just ruined a suit that undoubtedly cost hundreds of dollars.

"The Hulk is actually pretty graceful," Steve says, and Jack laughs. It sounds genuine, not the kind Steve's used to from two-faced politicians, and by now Steve's seen enough of Jack on TV not to entirely trust him, but it's – nice.

They leave the restaurant and stop off at Jack's apartment so Jack can change into something less covered in wine and sauce. When he comes back down he has on jeans and a t-shirt, one with a band on it that Steve's sure was famous while he was in the ice, and Jack looks, somehow, even better than he did in the suit. Less like a kid playing dress-up, maybe.

Steve clears his throat and, since he didn't get a chance at their failed dinner, starts in on his argument. If they make superheroes register, they're putting them, and their families, in danger. They're inviting chaos into these people's homes. They're –

Jack stops him by putting a hand on his arm. He's been listening to Steve, glancing over at him as they walk, but he says, "Hey, let's a get a drink."

Steve looks at him. "I don't really drink. I mean, it doesn't really affect me the way it affects norm – other people."

Something flashes in Jack's eyes, and he looks – interested, but he just smirks and says, "So keep an eye on me while I get a little tipsy."

Steve wants to say that's not why he's here, but he intends to see this through, and he doesn't really have much of a choice as Jack pulls him by the wrist into a bar. Jack's skin is warm against his, and he keeps close to Steve as the crowd pushes against them.

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Date: 2014-08-19 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
MCU, Steve/Sam or Steve/Tony or Steve/Bruce or Steve/Clint, aliens (or whatever plot device) send Sam or Tony or Bruce or Clint 50 years into the future and everything he knew is gone -- except Steve, who looks the same

Date: 2014-08-19 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
MCU, Steve/Bucky, modern day AU where one of them is very experienced with kink and the other is totally experienced and asks the first for lessons

Date: 2014-08-19 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot or team, fairy tale AU

Date: 2014-08-19 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
DCU, Hal/Barry, high school!AU

Date: 2014-08-19 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
Revolution, Miles/Bass, the Blackout never happened and Miles and Bass opened a bar.

Date: 2014-08-19 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lynx212.livejournal.com
Marvel Comic Verse - Wolverine/Storm or Wolverine/Gambit/Storm. Any rating will work. Thank you.

Date: 2014-08-19 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marlex.livejournal.com
NCIS, Abby/McGee, steampunk AU

Date: 2014-08-19 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marlex.livejournal.com
Young Wizards, Nita/+Kit, Star Wars AU in which they're Jedi
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