free for all

[tigriswolf]

.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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[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis first saw Harry on a rerun of Chopped Junior (at age 15, please) and a quick google search showed that he was working as a sous chef at a restaurant half an hour away

[tigriswolf]

Highlander/Merlin, Methos + Merlin, “And I thought the follies of my youth were bad.”

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any Scooby + Albus Dumbledore, “You know what I really hate? Scheming old men who use children to fight for them.”

[tigriswolf]

The Ref, Chasseur family, what happens after Gus leaves

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger + Neville Longbottom, how they met on the train (and if they'd stayed close after the Sorting)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, why he wears that wristband

Fill: GEN, Dollhouse crossover

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John wore the wristband because what was under it was disturbing. He'd worn the wristband for as along as he could remember, and if he thought about what was under it for too long, he'd get a splitting headache. The worst of it had been after the disaster in Afghanistan. He'd been grounded on base for weeks while they decided what to do with him, and the base doctor who'd checked him over had taken off the wristband.

“What does this mean? I've never seen it in your file.”

Identifying marks were listed in medical files in case dog tags failed.

The doctor squinted at the curves of black ink. “The Dollhouse is real. My name is Joe Flanigan. That's weird. Did you lose a bet or were you just really drunk?”

And John had spiraled into something that was part migraine, part hallucination, and ended in a forty-eight-hour coma while a specialist was called in.

When he’d awoken, the tattoo had been removed, but the scar remained, and he still knew what it had said. He also knew better than to admit he remembered it, and when the specialist asked him how he got the burn scar on his wrist, the pain hit. He could remember the schoolteacher perfect cursive, those strange words. He could also remember fighting with Nancy, reaching for the coffee put, and boiling liquid erupting at him. But he kept his expression neutral, and he told the story about the coffee, leaving out any mention of Nancy.

The specialist dismissed him, and he didn't wait till John was completely out of earshot - John had slowed down as soon as he rounded the corner and was out of sight. The specialist called someone.

“Adele, this is insane. We have to get him a new handler immediately. He almost compromised an entire military operation trying to rescue his handler because we had to put his handler in an oblique position to avoid running afoul of DADT. Get me a female handler the same rank as him who will never be in his chain of command but will always be posted with him! or we could be looking at another composite event. Don’t ’Now Topher’ me. I know the Sheppards are massive Rossum backers, but they won't be getting their money's worth if Foxtrot gets himself killed in action, now will they? And we won't find another one who looks enough like John Sheppard to replace him.”

That was all John needed to hear. When they sent him to McMurdo, he studiously avoided any of the female majors, wary when they were nice to him, because he was a screw-up, and not a particularly nice guy. If they were being nice to him, they had ulterior motives. And then he sat in that chair, and he was offered a position on the Atlantis Expedition, and he ran. So classified and so far away that none of his family’s connections could ever find him.

Atlantis did talk to him in her own way. John didn't like to talk about it, partially because it was hard to explain, and partially because it wasn't always Atlantis talking to him. The first time he'd interfaced with Atlantis in the control chair, she had crooned at him, about how broken his wiring was, and she would fix him. While he worked with her, she worked with him, and he could remember...everything. The Dollhouse. Every imprint he'd ever had (including a physicist who would give Rodney a run for his money or who had maybe been partially based on Rodney). That Nancy was his first handler and Holland his second and now he was alone, and he’d suffered a composite event.

He could pretend none of it was real, because no one had to know. Joe was in there with the others, and John accessed their skills when he needed to and could get away with it (he couldn't get away with doing Rodney's job, not yet, but he’d planted the seeds with the MENSA mention, and if things were dire enough, he'd do what he had to to save his team). But he was John Sheppard, the John Sheppard he had chosen for himself when he’d come to Atlantis. This John Sheppard was as real as Joe, and he was here to stay. A few scarred over lines of ink on the inside of his wrist couldn't change that.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny Williams, fussing with his hair

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, waiting for the ambulance

Fill: (Drabble); Original - I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not really

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Don’t worry, the ambulance is on the way.”

“But what did you say to them?”

“I said, ‘My partner’s pregnant and I think things are starting. Please can you come quickly?’ And they were very calm and told me everything would be fine and not to panic.”

“No mention your partner is blue with green spots?”

“No!”

“Or whatever I’m about to give birth to will be nothing like what they’re expecting?”

“I thought it better not.”

“Right!”

“I can hear the sirens.”

“And I presume you didn’t tell them of the two of us I’m the most human looking?”

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

leverage ,eliot spencer /harison , I got your six my love

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice; any of the Bennett sisters in old age.

Mary Bennet has the last laugh

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Mary Bennet was content with being old Aunt Mary, spinster aunt to the impressive Wickham, Bingley, Darcy, and even Collins broods as Charlotte Lucas had had no sisters. Her nieces and nephews fancied themselves grown-up and patient for indulging Mary when she played her piano concertos or read them passages from boring books. She always brought nice gifts, and her sisters felt so guilty for her spinsterhood that they didn't question where the money came from, because if she could afford such nice gifts then being a spinster hadn’t been too awful for her. Mary was too old for much excitement now, but she was content in her own knowledge, that her money came from her own work, her own two bands, playing piano in officers’ bars while dressed as a boy until that ploy no longer worked, and then writing penny dreadfuls that she saw in people’s hands all over London when she took a turn around Hyde Park with Kitty or visited Lizzie at Grosvenor Square. Boring though her relatives thought her, she could ride like a man and fight with a sword, and she could write to bring the city to a standstill, and if she took that knowledge to her grave, she would be the one having the last laugh in heaven.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Castiel, stay with me.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, the stars are alive.

Fill: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Han/Luke (TW alcohol/intoxication)

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

"You know what I think?" Han's breath is warm on Luke's cheek, making him feel sweet and melty and not at all like the cantina-going Tatooine boy he was trying to come off as.

"Whattya think?" Luke stumbles in the sand, kicking an arc at an irritated droid.

Han slings his arm tighter around his waist, holding him upright. "I think," Han says, pressing a kiss to Luke's dishevelled hair, "that you're not the experienced drinker you led me to believe, kid."

Luke just laughs, hiding his face in Han's neck, breathing in the musky, natural smell of the man, his man, the only reason he even bothered to set foot inside Cheapside Cantina in the first place. No one would bother him if he was on Han Solo's arm. And, as he figured out all too soon, they'd serve him mug after mug of bitter ale without asking how old he was.

"Maybe I stretched the truth," Luke slurs. "You're probably flying the Falcon tonight."

"As opposed to you? Keep dreaming." Han steers Luke towards the inn they rented a room at half a mile down from the cantina--a somewhat respectable place, which Leia insisted on before allowing Han to take Luke out for a night. "We're not going anywhere tonight. We're getting you into bed."

"Bed is nice," Luke says, and stops, tugging Han into his arms. He moves Han's hands to the small of his back, adjusting the taller man into the position he prefers. He can practically hear Han roll his eyes--bossy, even when you're wasted...you and the princess will put me in the ground. "Want to come to bed with me? I'll do that thing you taught me on Nar Shaddaa."

A gaggle of Durosian girls laughs at them as they pass by on the wood sidewalk, and Han goes red from clavicle to ears. "You can't just say stuff like that," he says, even though the firmness pressing into Luke's hip is saying differently. "Besides, I might be a scoundrel, but there's not a chance on Hoth I'm going to take you to bed like this."

But Luke is already wandering away, his white cotton clothing bright enough that Han can see him as he walks into the dunes. "Look," Luke says, flopping onto his ass on the sand. "At the stars."

Han sighs and sits down next to Luke, tugging the boy until he's sitting in the spread vee of his legs, head resting against Han's chest. "The start look like stars, if you ask me. Bright and hot and not much else."

"They're alive," Luke says softly, curling into Han's embrace. "All of it. Alive." He closes his eyes, his breathing settling.

"No way, we are not sleeping out here," Han says. "The sun will roast us alive in the morning." The cantinas are already dying down, and the sun will be out in only a few hours. Then they're off to the next system, the next task, Leia's next calculated command.

"Not sleeping," Luke murmurs. "Just resting. I can feel them. The stars."

Han wants to make a clever retort, wants to just kiss Luke and distract him from the damn stars, but he knows Luke is only getting drawn deeper into the ideas of the Force, whatever those mumbo-jumbo ideas may be, and he's not going to be the one to take that smile off Luke's face.

"Me too," Han says, even though all he feels is Luke's warm body against his chest.

Luke knows he's lying, but all he does is lean up and press a chaste kiss to Han's lips before promptly passing out in the sand.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, memory lane.

Fill (Original-ish)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

She knows the stars are alive. They sing to her at night with the Moon holding a bass line like you wouldn't believe. The Sun pouts that it can't join in as well as it could, but she can feel the ripples of its own music joining in the orchestra.

As a scientist, she can't share this music with her peers. They wouldn't believe her. They might say she's cracking up. She knows better. She knows what's out there even if she's not sure what, exactly, is waiting.

She knows that it's better than anyone ever expected.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Wade insists they should celebrate work naked day, Peter isn't amused.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood (+/Any), the voices beyond the veil.

Fill

[marlex.livejournal.com]

She knows what she heard, way back on that fateful night when she and her friends faced off against the Death Eaters. She never told anyone, especially her father, but if she closed her eyes and concentrated, she heard the voice clear as she did in the in the Department of Mysteries, before they were attacked and were thrown into yet another fight for their lives.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, she made it her mission to get back there, but even a war hero could only get so far. So she turned her back on what she believed, ignoring her father's horror at what she was becoming, no matter how much it broke her heart to do so.

Being "normal" had its advantages, however, and after three years of hard work and studies, all the while suffocating the parts of herself that made her Luna, she succeeded.

It was two weeks into her job at the Department, the soonest she dared, that she stayed late and made her way to the veil room.

Walking toward the gate, she knew even before she heard the voice, it had been worth all the sacrifice.

Ignoring the somber tone in the voice, knowing despite herself that the sadness was caused by what she'd given up to get to this moment, she sank her to the floor and leaned against the side of the gate.

"Hello, mother," she said.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Alwaysagirl!Kylo Ren +/ Any, what changes when Kylo Ren is born a girl?

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, “the thirst is real.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Kingsman: the Secret Service, alwaysagirl!Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart, (518): I offered to lick your vagina while wearing a suit... Pretty sure chivalry is well alive.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, (727): that was the most beautifully crafted sentence ive ever read that involved the phrase "genitals or whatever"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU/Marvel, Kate Bishop/Clint Barton + Steph Brown/Nick Gage, double dating

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, slay your demons

Fill! McShep, crossover with SPN

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As Always. (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/23897.html) The Atlantis Expedition encounters demons. Rodney needs to get John back. Cuthbert Sinclair's quest for knowledge took him to new planets and eventually new galaxies. There was always something sinister about Evan Lorne's unflappable air and efficiency.

...once again, this ended up much longer than I'd planned. Sorry!

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson/Sam Carter, in the way

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Agent Carter, Peggy Carter, in her dreams

Fill: Agent Carter - Peggy Carter - Dream Lover

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, late at night, when her reserves were worn down to nothing and she wanted to weep from the weight of keeping the world safe, Peggy would lay in bed staring at the ceiling and praying for sleep to take her. It was in those moments of extreme vulnerability that her mind would drift to thoughts of a future she would never have. To dreams that she had let herself believe could really come true. It was then that thoughts of Steve and would might have come from that dance would haunt her.

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

any, any, Survival rules: three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, three weeks without food, three months without hope

Fill! Stargate Atlantis/Dollhouse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Fill (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/24316.html). John Sheppard was kidnapped and held for over three months. Foxtrot's composite status got him home. Warnings for torture and mentions of dub-con.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry potter/Hermione Granger, Harry wakes up on his 16th birthday with an unexpected cat tail and his ears having turned into cat ears over night. Naturally he seeks out Hermione to help him.