Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Legends of Tomorrow, Mick Rory/Ray Palmer, role reversal AU where Mick is an inventor/businessman and Ray is the career criminal

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DCAU, Harley Quinn/Wally West, she meets Wally just before she meets the Joker and they fall madly in love instead

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Star Wars, Kylo Ren | Ben Organa/Luke Skywalker, Ben doesn’t turn to the dark side. He and Luke still have to confront their feelings for each other

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Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, role reversal AU where Sinestro is the rookie and Hal is his teacher

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DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, Harry Potter AU

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x-files; Fox Mulder / Dana Scully; Mulder is worried: Is Scully one of the Aliens he is fighting?

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(notice: sorry, accidentally I've changed the prompt a bit and the mark is only visible after the soulmate died. I hope it is okay anyway)

Zeke noticed his pale face and his reddened eyes the moment he entered the school.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The boy just shrugged and tried to escape him, no willing to talk. But Zeke was determined to stick to his guns. He grabbed for his arm and he noticed it.

The mark! 'Don't forget the milk.' As strange as Casey was but the answer for his behaviour lately. He had lost his soulmate. Casey had had a soulmate? Hard to believe. Zeke had always been sure that the boy was as alone as he was, not willing to share his life, his fate with someone else.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

Casey jerked his hand away and tried to hide it; annoyed he stared at Zeke.
"Why do you care? That's none of your business!"
Tears were sparkling in his eyes and though Zeke usually wasn't a very compassionate guy, he couldn't help it. He pulled Casey into his arms.

"Hey, it's okay. I understand, it's always hard to lose someone who was so close to you, but it will get better. I promise."

"What do you know," Casey sniffed.
"You never had a soulmate. My grandma, she was the only one who was able to understand. She did love me just like a was. I always was a loner, I never had friends, even my parents don't care much about me. My dad called my the 'biggest disappointment of his life' once.

My grammy, though, there was this special bond between us. With her, I felt strong. Now I'm lost. I don't even know how to fulfil her last wish."

"The milk?"

"Where do you ..."
Casey looked surprised first, then he remembered.
"Oh, the mark. The milk was for the kitties. She had three of them. My mom hates cats, she won't allow me to bring them home."

He sniffed again. And suddenly everything fell into place as if this was the moment Zeke had always waited for.

"I like kitties," he said.

Casey frowned.
"What do you mean?"

Zeke smiled at him.
"I will take care of them. I also will have a look at you now and then if you let this happen."

"Why should you? You care about no one but yourself."

"Don't ask me about this."
Zeke grabbed for Casey's arm and pulled him to the parking lot.
"C'mon, let us have a look at the kitties; I guess they are waiting for their milk."

He knew, it was too early to tell him the truth: that Casey was the one he had always been waiting for. The only one who could be his soulmate.

Edited Date: 2016-03-01 11:56 am (UTC)

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Stargate: Atlantis, any+/any, they encountered [villain choice] before they ever found out about the wraith.

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter+/Draco Malfoy, he never made it to Hogwarts.

Edited Date: 2016-03-01 11:22 am (UTC)

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Person Of Interest, Carl Elias/ Anthony "Scarface" Marconi, Anthony is the Don, Carl is his right hand man.

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Sam Winchester (sort of), He never had a baby brother; Sam is essentially a projection of Dean's own conscience.

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Daredevil, Matt Murdock, He wasn't blinded, he was born blind.

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Stargate/ Stargate SG1, Daniel Jackson/ Jack O'Neill, In a world where DADT never existed, Jack makes his interest in the nerdy scientist abundantly clear long before Daniel is almost married to Sha'uri.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/ John Sheppard, John isn't the only one with the Ancient Gene: Rodney has it too. Unfortunately, Rodney has a nasty reaction every time he attempts to use it.

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Loved the twist on that. Poor Casey. Sweet Zeke.

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Harry's life is weird. He accepts it. Mum has a love-hate relationship with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, mostly hate, but love enough that Harry and Mum have somewhere to go for Easter and Christmas dinner twice a year. Mum never talks about Dad, how he died or why Harry's never met any of his family, and she never lets Harry meet her boyfriend. He's seen the bloke once or twice, tall, dark-haired, hook-nosed, looks pretty rough, always glares at Harry, but they never speak to each other, and Harry knows when Sev comes around, he needs to get out of the way. Harry has broken telekinesis, uses it accidentally when he's upset or tired. Mum's telekinesis is much better, but she never does anything fun with it, only uses it to fix what Harry's accident-ed all over.

Harry tries to make his life as normal as possible. Plays footie with the other lads after school. Buys a guitar from a pawn shop with the money he earns from delivering newspapers early in the morning. He learns to play old songs from The Clash and The Who, the Birds and The Beatles. Mum has a pretty epic collection of old records lying around. The first time he gets into them she goes utterly pear-shaped, but then she gets this look in her eyes, all sad, like she's thinking of Dad, and lets him have them.

There are really only two rules in his life: tell everyone his name's Harry Evan (not that hard, she signed him up for school that way) and never show anyone his scar. His teachers despair over the messiness of his hair, but after the headmaster corralled Harry into his office and attacked his hair with a comb ineffectually for half an hour, the man admitted defeat and unfortunate genetics and let Harry and his hair go.

So when Harry's on his way to the park one night, skirting past Skinner's End where cranky Aunt Eileen used to live before she died, he's only vaguely surprised when the door flies open and this skinny kid with white-blond hair comes tearing down the steps. He's crying like a girl and is wearing a funny black dress.

Harry tries to step out of his way. Magically, the kid doesn't trip on his dress. Instead he trips over his own feet because he's crying so hard and can't see that the pavement is so cracked it's a broken ankle waiting to happen. The kid sprawls in the dirt and continues to sob.

Harry mostly keeps to himself, but Mum always told him to be nice. He ambles over cautiously, ready to run or take a swing at the kid if the kid proves unfriendly or dangerous. "Hey, kid, you all right?"

The kid heaves himself up onto his knees and glares imperiously, which is impressive, given how his face is streaked with dirt and tears. He's about Harry's age. Sixteen. "I am not a baby goat," he snaps, and he's got an accent. Bloody toff, he is. He looks Harry up and down with disdain. "And you're barely older than me."

Harry raises one hand in a gesture of surrender. "No offense meant. Just...you look like you're in a bad way."

The kid pushes himself to his feet, dusts himself off. Then he looks Harry up and down in a different way, like Harry's fascinating. Maybe he's one of those home-school kids whose parents think they're still in the dark ages. Funny dress-robes would make sense that way.

"I am fine," he says, which is a lie and they both know it, but Harry won't deny the kid the chance to reclaim his dignity. "A Malfoy is composed and dignified at all times."

Harry barely manages not to snort derisively. "Malfoy, eh? That your name?" He offers a hand. "Evans. Harry Evans."

"Draco Malfoy." He takes Harry's hand and, instead of shaking it, actually bows over it.

"Nice to meet you," Harry says blankly, because Mum raised him with manners, but this is downright bizarre. "Look, word of advice, if you don't want to end up with a black eye by the end of your first day here, you might want to see about getting some different clothes. I'm easy-going, but some of the other lads around here don't take too well when someone's...different." He'd tried, once, to tell Kevin Conroy about his telekinesis, back in year two, and it hadn't gone well, so he'd never mentioned it again, and everyone pretended it hadn't happened (least of all Kevin Conroy, because Harry had blackened his eye pretty thoroughly).

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Draco looks down at himself, and his lip curls into a sneer, but then he darts a look over his shoulder at the house he just came from, and he says, "Perhaps you're right. I am not...in the best of circumstances at the moment."

"Listen, I was about to go hang out in the park, practice my guitar, but if you like, I could show you round the charity shops. I can look for new records while you buy some new clothes."

Draco starts to nod, then ducks his chin and blushes. He's so pale that he goes from white to pink in an instant. It's a bit fetching on him. He has fine, delicate features, like a girl. Harry would never actually say that to him, though.

"I don't have any mug – er, any money."

Harry glances at Spinner's End, where he's been forbidden from going since he turned eleven, since Aunt Eileen died. "You know Aunt Eileen?" He doesn't ask about her son, who is maybe sort of dating his mum, because it makes him uncomfortable to think of Mum snogging greasy old Sev the way Harry sometimes likes to snog Lakshmi Parwal behind the bike shed at school.

Draco narrows his eyes. "Eileen who?"

"Eileen Prince. Used to live in Spinner's End. Died when I was in primary school," Harry said. "Bit of a scary old woman, but nice to my mum an' me in the end."

"I never had the pleasure of meeting Madam Prince, but her family is well-known and well-respected in...certain circles," Draco says.

Certain circles where old ladies swear like sailors. Certain circles Harry's sure Draco's never even heard of. "Right. Well, she used to keep this old tin of money –" Harry darts a glance over his shoulder, none of Mum's gossip gaggle of neighborhood mums in sight, and reaches out, nudges aside a loose brick on the doorstep. Beneath the brick is a tin containing money from Harry's emergency stash (originally Aunt Eileen's but spent down and replenished by Harry) and a spare key to the house.

"How do you know that?" Draco asked.

"Like I said. She was nice to me and Mum before she died." Harry replaces the tin and the brick and straightens up, hefts his guitar. "Now come on, before I have to defend your honor in a display of fisticuffs."

Draco looks down at himself once more, then at the door to Spinner's End. "I won't be missed," he says, a sour twist to his lips, and steps up beside Harry. "Lead on, Harry Evans."

"Actually, it's Lay on, MacDuff."

Draco stares at him. "Pardon?"

"Shakespeare. MacBeth. Reading it at school this year."

Draco looks like he's never heard of Shakespeare. Maybe he hasn't. For all of his imperious air and his habit of sneering at things, he's surprisingly pliable about letting Harry buy him new clothes (his black hobnailed boots are kind of gothic and cool and Harry lets him keep those), and he's surprisingly pliable about letting Harry look at his really wicked tattoo, and he's even more pliable when Harry crowds him up against a wall in a back alley and kisses him.

It all falls apart when Draco mentions his Uncle Severus, who is the same as Mum's sort-of boyfriend Sev, and Harry and his mum have to flee from their house as it explodes behind them in a sickly green light.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ John Sheppard; Rodney is the loud-mouthed, insubordinate soldier who somehow became military commander of the expedition, and John is the goofily charming, brilliant scientist who somehow ended up on his gate team.

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Well, this has become more something along the lines of "Ben and Luke confronting their feelings for each other so that Ben doesn’t turn to the dark side" but I hope you like anyway. ;)

They're standing in front of each other.

I love you, Ben had said. I-

Ben pressing closer, kissing him.

He shouldn't, Luke thinks. This is wrong, so very wrong.

He stops the boy, puts his hands on Ben's shoulders, pushing him away. Delicately, but firmly.

And then, he's hit by a profound dizziness. Luke's grip shifts so that now he's clinging to Ben in order not to fall down.

Master, he hears distantly, Master!

His vision is swirling. He sees… sees what will happen. Ben, putting on a dreadful black mask, becoming a nightmarish horror. Just like his own father. Sees his students, laying dead on the ground. Han, falling to his death. A wizened figure of a man, half-disfigured and tarnished with hate, laughing.

And, before that, there are his own curt words of rejections, Ben's despair.

Master, he hears Ben's frantic words. Distantly, as if underwater, Master are you well?

Luke closes his eyes, steadying himself against a sudden onset of nausea. Takes a breath.

“Ben,” he says and when he opens his eyes he's relieved to actually see his nephew in front of him.

“Master,” the boy says, worried, still half-terrified.

“I'm fine,” Luke says, “just a dizzy spell.” And then, because he has to, even if he's a coward, he strengthens up, takes Ben's hands into his. He feels corrupt, obscene. But he won't fight his feelings. Not this time, not if the cost is so much suffering and destruction. He looks at him and says: “I love you too, my dear boy. More than anything, more than anyone in this galaxy.” There, he's said it.

For a moment, he feels tempted to simply give in to his selfishness. To put one of his hands on Ben's flushed cheeks and lean in.

“But we can't do this. I can't do this to Han and Leia,” he says. “You're my dear Ben,” he says again, because he has to understand, he has to. “Please, my boy, forgive me.”

Luke grips him into a tight embrace, the temptation of kissing him again is too strong. “Please, try to understand,” he says against his neck. Don't give in into your hate, he thinks. Stay with me.

“I love you,” he repeats. “But I can't. We can't.”

He waits a moment to gather his resolve. Then, he lets go. He looks at the boy. He's still silent but his dark, mobile eyes show a complex tangle of emotion. Wariness, happiness, sadness. There are tears trapped between his lashes. Luke wants to wipe them away. He ruthlessly pushes away the thought. It's hard. After having given himself permission to have this much, it's hard to go back. But he can do it. He must.

“I am,” the boy says. “With you. I'm always going to be with you,” an unsteady smile on his lips. “If you want.”

“Yes.” Luke says, smiling a tentative smile of his own. He feels tears rising to his own eyes. “Yes, I'd very much like that, my boy.”

Edited Date: 2016-03-01 05:34 pm (UTC)

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Rodney tells everyone he doesn't have the gene. Since he was one of the earliest people involved in working on the Ancient control chair in Antarctica and has never sat in it and Beckett's mouth twists oddly whenever someone mentions giving Rodney the gene therapy, everyone thinks it's true.

John knows it's not. He's seen the shudder that passes through Rodney every time he reaches up to initiate a door lock. Rodney hunches his shoulders against the sensation, the gesture ever so minute that most people don't notice it, but John's a soldier is trained to watch the way people move, assess their threat level. Rodney's not a threat. He's on his way to being a friend, because almost dying to save each other is an excellent basis for friendship, and John doesn't want to see him hurt unnecessarily.

Sometimes John shirks his own duties to keep Rodney company in the lab and act as his human light switch. John has noticed that his light switch duties correspond to times when the rest of the science contingent is mad at Rodney and has left the labs to avoid throwing things at him, but he doesn't say anything, just obeys commands like, "Touch this," and, "Touch it again," and, "Think on," and, "Try thinking at it differently."

It all comes to a head when John is failing to initiate an important device that Rodney is sure will help save dozens of lives in the infirmary. Rodney growls, snatches it from him, presses his palm to it, and it comes to life. A shudder runs through his entire body, and John lunges at him, ready to snatch the device back, because it's hurting him, it's –

No. That's not pain. That's...pleasure. Rodney's eyes squeezed tightly closed, lips parted, flush spreading up his throat. That's –

John's dreamed of seeing that. Has a decade and a half in the military to pretend he never dreams of seeing it, because regs.

Rodney's panting, and John thinks, to hell with it, and he leans over, kisses Rodney, and Rodney kisses him back, and they end up on the floor trying to get into each other's clothes, and John mumbled, "The door," between kisses, and Rodney thinks it locked, which results in him bucking his hips against John's, and when they're finally naked and about to seal the deal, every Ancient device in the lab lights up.

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... When I was posting this prompt I was thinking allergic reaction: but you know what? I like your version better. :D

Thank you!

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