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Here's 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 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!
Here's 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 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: 2015-11-07 06:16 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles + Louis Tomlinson, they’re platonic soulmates who always hate each other’s significant others
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Date: 2015-11-07 06:17 am (UTC)RPF, One Direction (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson), It’d be amazin’ to just be remembered, like, even as a mum telling her daughter, “The boy band of my time, One Direction, they just had fun.” D’you know what I mean? “They were just normal guys… but terrible, terrible dancers.”
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Date: 2015-11-07 06:17 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson,
But then I smiled, I heard your voice in my ear
Tellin’ me you wish it could be like it was in the beginning
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Date: 2015-11-07 06:19 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
If I could go back there are things I would change
But meeting you, loving you I would keep the same
We were so young and so in love
So much of who I am I owe to us
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Date: 2015-11-07 10:37 pm (UTC)At AO3 because I went over the comment limit. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5164388
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Date: 2015-11-07 06:20 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, “You don’t need rehab. You need revenge.”
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Date: 2015-11-07 02:51 pm (UTC)Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series, they are the property of Joss Whedon... and I will not accept a single red cent for this.
Pairing: First Evil/Faith Lehane.
Characters: Faith Lehane, The First Evil.
Summary: Faith gets tempted by the Original Villain in history, the very same serpent in the garden who messed up humanity all that time ago.
Now for the story:
Faith was laying awake, trying to fall asleep in her room at 1630 Revello Drive, where "B" as she called her so often, had kindly allowed her to stay until this crisis is over.
When she fell asleep, she began to dream immediately. Her dreams were indeed bizarre, the one that really stood out to her had her mother, or someone she thought was her mother saying to her "You don't need rehab, honey, you need revenge."
Indeed, her mommy had insisted that she stand up for herself, but this seemed bizarre. There were other things too that stood out in this dream, and by the time she woke up she was in a cold sweat, breathing like she had run a mile in a blizzard, naked! Her matabolism was a mess right now, and she was starting to freak out- over and over again her mind replayed the line "She stabbed you in the gut with your own knife... you don't need rehab for that, you need revenge."
Something about this didn't sit right with the brunette, however, and she shouted so loud that her friend, Kennedy, who it appears was sound asleep after spending most of the night making out with Willow, woke up cursing loudly. Faith screamed as loud as she could "Get away from me, you B*tch!". She had no idea the anatomy or biology of this thing that had been harrassing her, but she was frightened by what it was trying to make her do.
As soon as she had yelled this, she heard Kennedy shout "What the *Bleep*?!" and a string of explatives poured out from the mouth of the Latina like nobody's business, that made Buffy cover her mouth in horror, and storm up to confront her about her language.
Faith covered her mouth to stifle her laughing, she had an appatite for chaos, and this certainly fit the bill... despite her continual 'crusade'- as you might call it- to get rid of her wicked traits, namely cruelty.
Something about Faith's crusade against his holdings had set the First off, however, and it had redoubled its efforts in her sector.
The end of this one, maybe more with this idea in later stories.
Please, tell me what you think.
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Date: 2015-11-07 07:24 am (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay. NASA.
Date: 2016-03-24 01:23 am (UTC)“True death occurs when your name is spoken for the last time. But for ARCTURUS, they will experience everlasting life.”
The memorial had drawn a decent number of people onto NASA's public grounds. Civilians in dark clothing were mixed in with the personnel in their suits and dresses; the families of the crew had been given the option to spend the service in a private area, away from prying eyes, but most had rejected it in favor of being among a crowd of astronauts and technicians who'd known their loved ones.
Elizabeth, once she'd finished her speech, had retreated to the rear of it all. She'd spent so many weeks in front of cameras and committees that she needed a chance to sneak off, even if it was just the idea of it over the reality: she hadn't done much sneaking since she'd taken the position as Director five years ago.
Still, it gave her a good vantage point to watch the milling of those around and a few steps below her: John Sheppard was speaking with Ford's grandparents and cousin, retired Flight Director Dillon Everett was speaking with Sumner's widow, Rodney was speaking with Abrams' sister and Gall's mothers.
She sighed as she took in the sight: Rodney hadn't slept in days, Elizabeth could see the truth of it written in dark smudges beneath his eyes, in the drawn corners of his mouth, the slight sloppiness of his clothing. The entry and exit punches for his ID would likely show that even after he was forced to go home, he returned as soon as Elizabeth had gone and resumed his relentless search for the root cause of the disaster.
He couldn't know that JPL had united with NASA's in-house technicians to shift through years of data—requisition orders, raw code, operating parameters, every single transmission from the day ARCTURUS booted up to the day she returned to the Earth—and after weeks of searching, had found it: one line of code in a sea of millions.
Jeannie had been the one to find it, too; she'd been the only person at JPL willing to look over the codes Rodney himself had done, combing through it expecting to find nothing.
“It wasn't intentional. I think he transposed two numbers by mistake and no one in Coding noticed when it went in for secondary and tertiary checks,” she'd told Elizabeth a few days before the memorial, “It allowed for a catastrophic overload to occur in one of the power cells which wouldn't have been a problem if CHARIOT had been docked to absorb it into it's reserves, but without the ship... it overheated the cell to the point of ignition.”
Neither needed to remark on what happened thereafter.
Honestly, there was a reason NASA had a profuse hatred of anything flammable.
But with that knowledge, Elizabeth had sent out a quiet order to a select few people to seal the record from Rodney for the time being. Richard Woolsey had even agreed (shock of shocks) that it had been an error that did no lie solely on their Flight Director/Project Manager: they were NASA, they had departments to check other departments and no less than twelve eyes had gone through that code. Unfortunately, painfully, terribly, things sometimes slipped by.
There would come a time, of course, where Elizabeth told him what had led the station's loss. He couldn't be spared the awareness lest the mistake happen again, yet she could give him time to move through his grief before she revealed it.
He just... he needed the time.
So, for the moment, as Rodney stood there, grieving with the families of their fallen crew, he lived in ignorance.
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Date: 2015-11-07 08:51 am (UTC)Fill. Reign, Mary/Francis, Lola/Narcisse. AU; Character Death.
Date: 2016-03-24 01:46 am (UTC)She had not been there when Stéphane had drawn his last breath, a fact for which many were glad. She had been, after all, a newlywed: now she was a widow twice over—for which some had already begun their curiosity over—and like the dutiful wife, she wore black for days, acted the part of a simpering grieving woman.
It was strange though, for Lola: she had not loved him, at least not yet, and while she'd carried respect and affection for him, Stéphane's death had not been devastating. Perhaps if they'd been wed longer, she'd feel it more keenly, but no, unlike Remy's loss, she felt... not unlike she'd only lost a friend instead of a beloved husband.
“Is that wrong, do you think?” she asked Mary, the two of them curled into the balcony in the King's chambers.
Francis was sleeping, as he had done much of since he was brought back to the castle, and even if he'd been awake, he would have been glad to see Mary and Lola spending time together: they needed each other for support, particularly while Mary was shouldering all the duties she could manage and Lola was navigating yet another loss.
“I think it is how you feel. It's neither right nor wrong—it just is.” Mary stroked her cheek with the back of one hand, her lips curved into a sad, fond, understanding smile. “Perhaps you should speak with the Cardinal, seek his guidance.”
“I might, but it's not as if the Cardinal were married to him.”
The two ducked their heads at that, amused with the remark: true, men of the cloth could not understand what it was to be a widow. It was something uniquely feminine and while both had their belief in the church, there were, occasionally, issues that one must convene with God privately over.
“I'll have my private chapel opened for you. Whatever you need, Lola, if I can offer it, I will.”
“Take care of your husband. Make sure that we will not be left to raise John ourselves.”
Mary nodded in fierce agreement, a tone of absolute conviction in her voice as she spoke, “I would go to the ends of the Earth and back again that he would remain with us.”
A curious note that underpinned Mary's words, a surety that surpassed theory to reality, but Lola only assumed that it was that fire in Mary's heart coming forward.
She would never know the truth of it.
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Date: 2015-11-07 12:11 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.
Date: 2016-03-24 08:12 pm (UTC)John sighed.
“A bow. And arrow.”
His blood pressure was starting to increase.
“Merida. I'm calling you Merida from now on.”
“Sure, you can do that...” John shrugged as nonchalantly as he could, “...and next time, I'll just let you sit in the prison cell until you agree to a sex rite instead of, you know, agreeing to whatever form of combat would leave your virtue intact.”
Rodney's face twisted into a glare.
“That's what I thought.”
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Date: 2015-11-07 12:11 pm (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay.
Date: 2016-03-24 10:45 am (UTC)Seriously, Carson's exact words had been, “To bed with you both. No wandering about. No alcohol—I know about your bloody Molson stash, Colonel. And do not even try to eat for the next twelve hours. You'll not like the consequences.”
So... wandering? Check. Beer? Check. MREs from Rodney's stash? Check.
They'd grabbed blankets on the way, too, and for the moment, their dinner picnic was fairly comfortable, New Lantea's summer breeze just perfect for the late evening air.
“Chicken and dumplings? Meatloaf? Mac and cheese?”
“You pick first.” John smiled at him, adjusting the blanket that covered his shoulders. “Wouldn't want to take the one you wanted. Again.”
“Jerk.”
“Shut up and choose what you want to puke later.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Regardless of what Dr. Voodoo said, I still fail to believe that the toxin could be in our systems that long after exposure.”
“48 hours really isn't that long in the grand scheme of this. Also—Pegasus.”
“Yes, yes, this galaxy is patently insane. I know. Still don't believe it.” Rodney pulled the meatloaf to himself and shoved the other two over; John took the mac and cheese.
Beers popped while the FRHs warmed their food, the two leaned back on the pier, then down onto their backs, feet dangling over the edge.
“I missed this,” Rodney announced after a few minutes of starwatching. “I mean, I know I said that a lot when we got back...”
“You said it about everything. Including one of those giant snakes on the mainland.”
He went on, refusing to acknowledge John's statement, “...but I missed this the most.”
John had to agree to that: Earth's nightsky had seemed almost foreign after the years in Pegasus and every moonrise, he'd felt that much more an outsider, always waiting for a second to settle into place only to remember that there was just the one.
“It is a hard view to beat.”
“Yeah.”
Neither needed to mention the first night they'd been home, two years after Atlantis had left, how nearly all of the expedition members had slept on balconies and piers, bundled in survival gear for the New Lantean winter weather. John had counted each one on an LSD while Rodney had curled up beside him, overwhelmed with a turmoil of emotions.
“Still feels like it did then.”
John nodded in agreement, eyes still on the starcover.
“We should eat,” Rodney muttered.
“They'll keep.”
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Date: 2015-11-07 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-08 03:53 pm (UTC)First fill so I'm unsure of the max. length allowed posted in the comments, so it's posted on my journal here (http://bereav.livejournal.com/5217.html).
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Date: 2015-11-07 12:31 pm (UTC)