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And it's time for the regularly-scheduled 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 you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
And it's time for the regularly-scheduled 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 you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:11 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, after Sirius Black dies, Harry Potter automatically becomes Lord Black – and his first act is to kick the useless Order and Dumbledore out of 12 Grimmauld Place
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:12 am (UTC)Harry Potter, Harry + author’s choice, when you’ve mastered the Hollows in one reality, you’ve mastered them in all realities – as Harry learns when he ends up in another reality
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:15 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author's choice, if Petunia Evans had been the witch and Lily Evans the muggle
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:16 am (UTC)RPF, Sebastian Stan + Robert Redford, star-struck
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Date: 2015-03-21 05:17 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers (/Bucky Barnes), Steve saved Bucky on the train, Bucky went down with him in the plane, and when he wakes up in SHIELD’s little time capsule they try to tell him Bucky didn’t make it. (They’re lying. He knows they’re lying. And he’ll tear it apart till he finds Bucky.)
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Date: 2015-03-22 08:11 pm (UTC)And then it all comes back. The last thing he remembers, the crash, the blinding white of the ice, the all-consuming fear but at the same time, a sense of rightness because he was doing the right thing, the thing that would save millions of lives in his home town, with his best buddy by his side. They’d looked each other in the eye with the rumbling of the plane all around them, the horrific sound of it going into a nose dive, and they’d clasped hands at the last moment before the crash.
Steve sits up in bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt, his arms bare. A baseball game’s on the radio, the announcer’s voice is familiar; it’s from Ebbets Field.
Something about this isn’t right, he thinks. He’s not sure why but something is very, very wrong.
A young woman comes in. She looks vaguely like Peggy.
He surges up and demands, “Where am I? Where’s Sergeant Barnes? He should be here. He was with me when we crashed. Where is he?”
The young woman’s eyes widen and she comes closer. “We were hoping to tell you later, after you were a bit more settled. I’m afraid Sergeant Barnes didn’t make it.”
Steve sits back down heavily, the freneticism of the moment before gone like a balloon deflating. In its place, a weighty sense of dread. “He didn’t make it.” he repeated, in shock. “But how is that possible? Why did I make it and he didn’t?” It didn’t make any sense. They were supposed to be in this together, to the end of the line and all that.
“I don’t know the details, I’m sorry.” She gives him a look of pity. “I gather you were close friends?”
“Since childhood.” Steve stares at the white wall, refusing to accept it. It can’t be true. “How did you know that? That we were good friends.”
Her eyes shift to the side and she chuckles a little. “Well, doesn’t everybody? You’re Captain America and he was your sidekick.” Her face settles back into a serious arrangement of features. “Again, I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Just who are you?”
“I was about to get to that.”
Steve’s distracted by the announcement of the plays from the radio. He recognizes them. He knew it! It’s a game that already happened, one he was at. It can’t possibly be on the radio live. “Where am I, really? Because that’s a game from May 1941, one I attended.”
The woman looks surprised. “I’m sorry about that. That’s just to make you more comfortable. You’re in New York, in a recovery room.”
“I don’t believe you,” Steve says. “Where’s Bucky? I want to see him right now.” He has to be alive. Steve would know if he were dead. He would just know. When Bucky was in the hands of HYDRA, Steve never gave up hope that they’d find him, and he has the same feeling now. Bucky isn’t dead. No way. He has to be here. Steve will tear up the whole place until he finds him.
“Captain Rogers, I’m telling you, he didn’t make it. He’s not here.”
“You’ve been lying to me since you came in here.” He strides to the door. “I’m going to find him. I know he’s here somewhere. Wherever this is.” He flings his body against the door and it crashes open to reveal a dark warehouse-type space instead of the hallway he expected. He doesn’t stop to think about what it means because there’s no time to waste. He needs to find Bucky and get out of here. He races to the next door he sees.
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Date: 2015-03-21 06:16 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-03-21 07:11 pm (UTC)There are times when Felicity wonders how this - spending her nights helping a vigilante save the city - became her life, times she wonders if she's cut out for it. It's different for Oliver and John, she thinks, because they chose this type of life, John with his military training, Oliver forged in fire by five years on the island.
She fell into this by accident and honestly, there are times when she thinks her life would be so much easier if she hadn't.
But there are things, small comforts, that make it easier.
The easy rapport that has sprung up between the three of them.
The way that she catches John looking at her sometimes, when he thinks there's no-one looking or, occasionally, when he knows that someone is and he just doesn't give a damn.
The way that he'll touch her shoulder or the small of her back, a reminder that he's there for her.
His takeout runs when her blood sugar is in danger of dropping dangerously low, how he lets her choose so that he can be sure she'll eat something.
His insistence on driving her home when she's dangerously tired, unable to focus after hours of staring at screens.
The warmth of his body as she pulls her close to him and she falls asleep with her head on his chest, or with his chest pressed snugly against her back.
There are times when she's not sure this life is the best fit for her.
But in the moments when those small comforts make themselves known, she knows that John Diggle is.
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Date: 2015-03-21 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 08:41 am (UTC)minifill, pre-Wally/Bruce
Date: 2015-03-27 02:06 pm (UTC)(Cindra is a catahoula leopard/greyhound mix. I'm at work, so I couldn't link to the picture I actually wanted to.)
"You know they're not going to give up," Satine tells Bruce as she flops down beside his chair.
"They're being stupid," he says, clicking over to another camera: Wally and Cindra are racing around inside an apartment fire.
Bruce doesn't say They could do so much better than us. Satine is his soul and she thinks the same.
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Date: 2015-03-21 08:43 am (UTC)Dick Grayson: You’ve gotta try roleplay like Babs and me.
Bruce Wayne: … that explains the costume.
Dick Grayson: Yeah, like you’re in the Justice League together, and you can’t sleep together because sex is forbidden.
Bruce Wayne: That is our actual situation. (http://incorrectbatmanquotes.tumblr.com/post/113775492514/regarding-bruce-and-wonder-woman-dick-grayson)
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Date: 2015-03-21 08:49 am (UTC)Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? (The Sun Rising - John Donne)
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Date: 2015-03-21 08:51 am (UTC)Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me, but just don't decieve me
And please believe me when I say I love you
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Date: 2015-03-21 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 09:53 am (UTC)not a fill
Date: 2015-03-21 09:07 pm (UTC)filled - bruce + jason (gosh i don't even know with this)
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Date: 2015-03-21 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-03-21 12:37 pm (UTC)Batman/Catwoman Fill 1/2
Date: 2015-03-24 11:17 am (UTC)A deep voice clears behind her. "Oh, give me a break," she purrs, arching again and showing off the curves of her body in its top shape clad in her skin tight, black costume. She scratches the base again, this time bringing her claws down from its top all the way to the very bottom. "A kitty's gotta have some fun."
When no retort comes, she turns in surprise. Her eyes lock with his, and slowly, like a hungry cat just catching her first glimpse of a rat, she smiles. She prowls over to him, enjoying the way his eyes devour her body. She runs the fingers of one gloved hand over his chiseled cheek while draping her other arm over his left shoulder and toying with the back of his cowl with the claws she just sharpened. Her body rubs invitingly against his. "Does the big, bad Bat want to have some find tonight, too?" she purrs, making each syllable more seductive than the last.
He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. Their eyes have been dueling since she first turned around that night. His hard eyes speak two stories: He knows he should be out on patrol, but now that he's found her on his patrol, he doesn't really want to go any further. And she'll be damned if she lets him slip out of her claws easily, tonight or any night.
She leans closer against him until he can feel every inch of her body through the costumes. Only then does her lips touch his. Her claws embed in the leather of his cowl, reaching just deep enough that she can feel his hair but not actually scratch him. Her tongue plows into his mouth, but his is ready and greets her entry with equal demand.
She arches into him, one long leg kicking out and wrapping around his. She lets him back her against the nearest wall, but she is still the cat with the mouse in her claws. Neither of them have any doubt of that. After all, she is exactly where she wants to be whereas he still knows he should be elsewhere, doing better things, but doesn't have the will power to leave her yet this night.
She leaves scratches on his uniform as he takes her tonight. Their passion is as wild and unbridled as ever. They start against the wall, then slide down to the roof of the building. She rips his cape as he fills her.
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Date: 2015-03-21 12:39 pm (UTC)Fill, Part I - Star Trek AOS [PG]
Date: 2015-05-24 04:54 pm (UTC)Summary: Quasi-Modern Day AU. Jim, Leonard, and Joanna travel to Germany and take in the sights.
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It started as an off-hand comment while they sat together on the couch, Leonard and Jim with Joanna snuggled between them, knobby elbows digging into their ribs. An advertisement flashed on the vid screen, showing images of picturesque mountains and bustling cities and grand, gothic-style castles nestled amid the peaks and valleys of the Alps. "I bet it's prettier in person," Joanna said, a little wistful, small fingers picking at a loose thread on Jim's jeans.
"Yeah," Jim and Leonard said together, soft words overlapping.
There was a pause. Blue eyes met brown-green over Joanna's head. Jim raised his eyebrows. Leonard shrugged.
And two days later they found themselves on a transport bound for Munich.
Finding a hotel hadn't been terribly difficult, though the language barrier proved to be a slight obstacle. For all Jim's bluster that he spoke passable German, he received a suspiciously dirty look when he attempted to ask a passing woman for directions. Joanna had giggled in Leonard's ear and Leonard had sighed and hitched her a little higher on his hip.
Their room was cute, small and quaint but clean. Jim had barely managed to drop their luggage and flop onto the bed when Joanna snatched up a brochure from the end table and flung herself atop Jim's chest, waving the brightly colored pictures before his eyes. Jim simply groaned and rolled, squishing Joanna between the mattress and his belly.
Joanna squeaked, arms and legs flailing, and Leonard plucked the brochure from her hand as she wiggled out from beneath Jim's body. He glanced through the info, checked the time on the chronometer, and shrugged. "Could be fun," he said.
"Yeah!" Joanna cried as she tumbled from the bed to the floor.
Leonard held out a hand and pulled Joanna to her feet. Then he smacked Jim's ass with the brochure. "Come on, Jim," he called, following as Joanna tugged him towards the door. "We'll get some food on the way."
Jim hopped to his feet and ran after them.
Leonard cursed when he realized they'd forgotten their holo imager in the hotel room, cursed again when he saw the prices the tour guides were charging for the disposable imagers. But Joanna pleaded with wide brown eyes and full mouth pulled down into a deep pout and Leonard caved. Jim and Joanna took turns snapping pictures of the exterior of the castle, high turrets reaching nearly to the sky, rows upon rows of ornately painted windows fracturing the sunlight and reflecting rainbows back into their eyes.
"We should live here," Joanna declared when their tour shuttle landed and they stepped out into the main courtyard of the Neuschwanstein Castle.
Jim chuckled. "I think this place might be a bit above my pay grade," he said. Joanna huffed and Jim ruffled her bangs as they followed the group inside.
The castle looked massive from the outside, but it felt even more so once they stepped through the main entryway. There were rooms that extended into forever, hallways so long the trio were nearly out of breath before they turned the corner. Everything was incredibly ornate and impeccably clean. The floors gleamed, the walls glinted, and every bit of glass and marble and silver and gold shone with a mirror finish.
"Daddy, look!" Joanna said, pointing to the massive tile mosaic stretching the length of the throne room's floor. She bent to touch the textured pictures, fingers tracing the curve of a large, abstract design.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Leonard asked, reaching for her hand when she stood. If she wandered off there was a good chance he wouldn't find her again.
"Yeah," she agreed, face bright with her smile. Leonard smiled back.
Jim snapped a picture.
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Date: 2015-03-21 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-21 12:53 pm (UTC)I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
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Date: 2015-03-21 12:54 pm (UTC)So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
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Date: 2015-03-21 12:58 pm (UTC)You got something I need
Yeah in this world full of people there's one killing me
And if we only die once I wanna die with you