free for all

[tigriswolf]

And now it's time for the free for all.

As ever, the rules are:

*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.

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

Have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Leon the Professional/Avengers movieverse, Mathilda!Jane, Dr. Jane Foster’s childhood is not what people think it was – and she can kick a lot more ass than expected

no fic...

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

but this prompt is glorious! My fingers are crossed someone fills :)

[tigriswolf]

DCU/Avengers movieverse, Bucky/Jason or gen, this

fill 1/2

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

--

It's possible Bucky made a bad call ever giving Jason a way to contact him. But Jason's smart as hell; he would've figured it out anyway.

But the 4AM phonecalls aren't exactly his idea of a beautiful friendship.

"What?" he asks, because they're not the kind of people who say hello.

"Your dance card's not full, is it?" Jason asks.

"You know, those places didn't really stay open this late. And it was usually the girls who had the dance cards."

"So maybe I'm calling you a girl," Jason says. "I mean, I could almost get your hair into a braid –"

"What do you want, Jay?" Bucky asks, and Jason gets to the point. "There's a drug bust about to go down on Halsey, but these cops are gonna need our kind of back-up. Meet me in ten minutes."

Bucky gets there in five. Since they're early, and Jason brings out the vigilante in him, they take down the bad guys themselves, leaving them zip-tied and a little bruised for the cops. It's not exactly Steve-approved, but at least no one's dead. There's always that risk.

*

Bucky comes back to their booth with another round of shots and a weird sort of grin. Jason takes the shot and downs it in one. "That girl at the bar thinks I'm your brother," Bucky tells him as he slides back into the booth, and Jason laughs.

"It's the hair," Jason says. "If I ever let it grow out to its real color, she'd be in for a shock."

"What's your –" Bucky starts to ask, but then Jason reaches for his shot, and Bucky angles it away from him.

"Are you even old enough to be here?" Bucky asks. It's an old joke, but it always gets a rise out of Jason.

"Shouldn't you be home in bed, grandpa?" Jason shoots back, and then, "Hey, wanna make out and disturb the hell outta that girl? I mean, if we're supposed to be brothers and all."

"You're terrible," Bucky says. It's not no, Jason notices.

*

[tigriswolf]

Leon the Professional/Avengers movieverse, Mathilda + Bucky, when she finds the guy cowering in the corner of her apartment, she offers him a glass of milk; he flinches like she’d hit him across the face

[tigriswolf]

Norse myth/Greek myth, Fenrir/Persephone, Hel introduced them

No fic

[the-wee-me.livejournal.com]

I want this, so very much.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse/Addams Family movies, Bucky Barnes, he’s an Addams on his mother’s side

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movieverse), John/Bobby, "Just friends" don't kiss like this.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Fright Night (2011)/Teen Wolf (TV), Jerry/Stiles, "This is just starting to get good."

Fill

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

"Just One Bite," PG-13, ~400 words (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2730044)

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Outlast, Father Martin, finger-paint

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Fright Night (2011)/Teen Wolf (TV), Jerry/Stiles, "Not you again."

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movieverse), John/Bobby, playing truth or dare with some of the others.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass + Connor, Connor should really learn to knock before entering his dad's room.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Wallander series - Henning Mankell, Kurt Wallander/Kalle Svedberg, requited

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Wallander series - Henning Mankell, Kurt Wallander/Magnus Martinsson, early to rise

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Wallander series - Henning Mankell, Magnus Martinsson/Kalle Svedberg, first kiss

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Geordi La Forge/Data,

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Avengers movieverse, Loki/Tony Stark,

You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don't like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?

FILLED: Would it kill you to be civil? Pt. 1

[loveinadoorway.livejournal.com]

Picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine
While up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere
And all the fools who lead their foolish lives may find it quite explosive
Well it won't mean half as much to me if I don't have you here

How in the name of all that was holy had he ended up like this?
Tied to a bed, completely nude, with something nasty shoved up his BUTT? REALLY?
The last thing Tony remembered was chatting up a gorgeous redhead and downing his god-knows-how-maniest glass of champagne. When the cutie has suggested going somewhere more private, he had grinned like a jackass and had gallantly asked her to lead the way.
And there endeth the story.

He groaned. Hangover from hell. Or worse. And Jesus, what was that thing inside of him, it felt ginormous.
A tall, thin figure strode into the room, then stood in front of Tony, all poised elegant and lethal grace.

“Loki,” Tony growled, groaning inwardly. This was not going to end well.
“Mr. Stark, such a pleasure,” the demigod purred.
“I heard you were dead”, Stark said easily, while surreptitiously testing his bonds.
“Funny, I heard the same about you. Twice, if memory serves me right,” the Asgardian replied.

Loki sauntered over to a cabinet in the corner.
“I have a gift for you, Mr. Stark.”
Strange, the Asgardian’s silky voice was barely above a whisper, yet Tony understood every word. He was trying to slip his left hand from the leather cuff that held him and was trying to make good use of the time Loki’s back was turned.
“You might find this modified suit quite, errm, INTERESTING.”

Tony’s head snapped up. Suit?
Loki threw open the cabinet doors. Tony’s incredulous gaze took in green and gold and horns. Fucking horns, if you believed it.

He snarled: “What the fuck are you playing at? I wouldn’t be seen dead in this… this….. sickening tin can!”
“Pity. I modified your designs, gave you better thrust and more fire power. Asgardian technology, of course. Quite advanced,” came the bored reply.

worse without a nurse (Doctor Who, Martha & Rory gen)

[possibilityleft.livejournal.com]

"What is that?" Rory asks, looking at the organ Martha is holding in her hand with a sort of sick fascinating. He's a nurse, he's been in blood up to his elbows, he has involuntarily tasted other fluids. But every once in a while, something gets to him. Martha is too distracted and professional to care. She puts the thing in the little tray he's scrounged for her, next to the bony plate that had covered it.

The being moans and Rory lets it crush the fingers on his free hand (the other hand holds the stuff Martha is going to need to sew it up again). Non-human or not, everyone needs a bit of comfort.

"I asked the doctor," Martha says, with a lowercase D, and it's funny how he can just tell, even before she shrugs her shoulder in the direction of the being working in the corner on another survivor. Its coat is splattered with gold blood, like Martha and Rory are.

"It said something about non-essential, so I went for it. I think it's something like a swim-bladder. They're really graceful in the water," Martha says. She takes the little tube from him and Rory pulls his hand free so he can help hold the skin together. He makes soothing noises at the being, who repeats the sounds back to him with almost an exact mimic.

"Is it making fun of me?" he says, with disbelief.

"The TARDIS isn't close enough," Martha says, and there's a little line between her eyebrows that Rory doesn't like. Of all the Doctor's friends that he has met so far, Martha has been the most unflappable. She carefully applies the wound-closer to the being's skin.

"She does the translating usually, but since she's not around, it thinks we're speaking gibberish to it," Martha continues. "It's probably trying to thank us."

Rory doesn't look around, because there are way too many beings here for them to help, even with the few native medical professionals that have shown up. If he catches the eyes of someone, he'll have to help them next, and he knows they have to allocate their resources carefully.

"You're really good at that," he says as Martha finishes with this one and stands up straight, scanning the crowd for the next most injured person.

"Experience," she says tersely, picking out someone with their lower half soaked in gold. It is being supported by another being that isn't quite as injured.

Rory wonders where the Doctor and Amy have gone, but he doesn't have much time to contemplate. There are hands to hold and tools to clean and vital signs to monitor. They'll be back. Until then, he and Martha have a job.

"Hi," he says to the conscious being with the injured one in its arms. It blinks double-lidded eyes at him.

"Hi," it says back, and Rory smiles.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU (Avengers/Iron Man/Thor/Captain America/Agents'verses), any + any (+ any) or ensemble(s), Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him Texts From Last Night.

Mini-Fill: "Collections"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Pepper's Starkphone beeping in the night was no surprise, still, it beeping incessantly eventually dragged her out of her nighttime repose. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she tried to slide the bar over to answer, realizing when she mumbled, "Potts," and no one answered that she was getting texts.

Rubbing her eyes and shoving her hair out of her face, she focused on the screen.


With a sigh, she typed in, Coming, Bruce, and rolled out of bed. "I swear, Tony, I'm going to put a leash on you next time."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Iron Man/any fandom, Tony + any, This has to be the weirdest conversation I've ever had sober and in the middle of the day before. Texts From Last Night

[daria234.livejournal.com]

DCU/MCU, Jason Todd/Steve Rogers(/Bucky Barnes), it takes a long time to think of love as something other than a battle

fill 1/3

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Steve reads Jason's file. He doesn't mean to – he might help SHEILD out, but he's not one of them; he's not a spy. He prefers to get to know people over a cup of coffee or a beer – or, as the case is more often these days, over a fight with some out-of-this-world creature.

But after Natasha walks in on Jason spinning tales to Steve about a fight with something called Two-Face (Gotham has some seriously weird villains), Steve finds a file on his kitchen counter two days later with Jason's name on it.

He knew some of it, of course. No one gets into their line of work without something to prove, without a chip or an anvil on their shoulder. But somehow, for all the times Jason regaled him with stories from Gotham or Hong Kong or outerspace, he sort of failed to mention that he'd been brutally murdered.

It makes sense, in a way, as much as finding out someone was beaten to death by some kind of psychotic clown ever makes any kind of sense. When Jason first started working with them, he was skittish to say the least. He'd show up, do his job with startling proficiency, maybe a little more brute force than necessary, but he wouldn't get close to anyone. The others took it as Jason being stuck up, maybe, some punk from Gotham who thought he was hot shit because he was one of Bruce Wayne's kids, because he was League of Assassins. But Steve waited. Spoke to the kid. Got him talking about weapons, battle tactics, Saturday morning cartoons – anything to keep him from avoiding eye contact, from spending too much time in his own head. Steve had the Jason's skittishness pegged for ex-soldier jitters, maybe, but not – not what it was.

Thing is, now that he knows, it's hard to just go back to joking around with Jason. He thinks he's doing a decent job of not looking at Jason too long, not staring at him and wondering what it must have been like to dig himself out of that grave, but –

"Rogers?" Jason asks. He's staring at Steve like he's waiting for a response. They're in a booth at a diner, waiting for their food to arrive. It's become a sort of after-work ritual for them, since the first time Jason bet Steve he could out-eat him and they both went through three burgers, a plate of fries, and a milkshake each and then called it a tie. Right now, Jason's obviously been talking for at least a minute.

"Sorry," Steve says. "I – what was that?" he asks.

Jason snorts, shakes his head. "Are you okay?" he asks, and Steve means to tell him right there, because even though he doesn't want to freak Jason out, he also figures the last thing Jason needs is someone lying to him, but – "I mean, usually when someone looks at me like that, they either want to kill me or fuck me."

If there's one thing Steve never quite gets used to, it's this special brand of bluntness. Bucky's the same way sometimes, so maybe it's something about coming back from the dead, or being trained as an assassin and sort of brainwashed, or – Steve really doesn't know, but he's blushing, and Jason's grinning at him, and Steve clears his throat and says, "Uh," because he hasn't not thought about it.

Jason's leg touches his under the table. Steve's in civilian clothes, but he knows Jason has at least a knife or two tucked into his boot, anyway, that he's packed and ready to go in case terrorists take over the diner or whatever it is people like him and Bucky seem to assume is going to happen. "We really wouldn't have to make it weird," Jason assures him. "I mean, fucking and fighting are kind of the same thing for me, you know?"

Steve doesn't know, not exactly, but he understands. He means to tell Jason it's not about that, but he finds himself pressing into Jason's touch and saying, "It doesn't have to be."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU or Agents of SHIELD, Jane/Natasha or Melinda/Skye, it's Natasha's (or Melinda's) job to train Jane (or Syke) to defend herself

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Natasha/Clint, they were an established long-term threesome before the events of CA:The Winter Soldier

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Quinn or Eliot/Hardison, hard muscle on cool silk sheets

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Terminator:SCC, Cameron/Sarah, AU where John leaves and Cameron stays behind with Sarah (one-sided with Cameron feeling something for Sarah but not mutual is okay too)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, Of corsets sexy (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/OfCorsetsSexy)

FILLED: Doctor Who, Vastra/Jenny

[loveinadoorway.livejournal.com]

100 words on other things to do with humans than drinking their blood as if it were wine

It had started with her lacing up Madame’s corset.
She recalled the first time with absolute clarity, as it had also been the first time she had seen Madame properly. First, hesitant touches, the way that alien skin had felt under her trembling fingers.
“Do you find me repulsive,” Madame had asked, her face carefully neutral.
“I find you magnificent,” had been her slightly breathy reply.
Things had progressed rather quickly then.
It hadn’t been until the next morning that Jenny had realized Madame Vastra did not actually require a corset.
Her figure was the desired hourglass shape by nature.