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comment_ficHere'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!
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: 2016-05-14 05:08 am (UTC)Marvel movies, author’s choice, acknowledgement from SOMEBODY that Loki was not responsible for the 80 deaths in 2 days at the Pegasus facility
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Date: 2016-05-14 05:09 am (UTC)Marvel movies, Loki/Thor, if instead of letting himself be pushed to the side, Loki had ensnared Thor and together they begin to slowly take over the Realms
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Date: 2016-05-14 05:10 am (UTC)The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010), Becky Barnes + Drake Stone, if Becky had been the Prime Merlinean (and she and Drake were BFFs)
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Date: 2016-05-14 05:10 am (UTC)Historical, author’s choice, if Mary Queen of Scots had not returned to Scotland from France
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Date: 2016-05-14 05:11 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, no one writes songs about the ones that come easy
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Date: 2016-05-14 08:14 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate SG-1, clone!Jack + OMC, midnight feast and heart to heart
Date: 2016-06-06 06:32 am (UTC)Tyler eased his door open wider and then tip-toed toward the kitchen. Sneaking up on any of the guys - except Rodney - was impossible. It was probably a soldier thing.
JD was sitting at the kitchen table with a giant bowl and spoon in front of him. After the meeting with Cassandra and Fiona, Evan had come straight into the kitchen to make dinner and also fancy chocolate pudding. He’d sent Tyler to the grocery store to buy candy bars for it and everything.
“Isn’t that like drinking out of the carton?” Tyler asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
JD shrugged. “We all know Evan made this pretty much for me. If you grab your own spoon I’ll share, though.”
Tyler was never one to pass up free food, let alone a massive share in an Evan-made dessert, so he opened the silverware drawer and selected a large soup spoon and then sat down at the table beside JD. “How’d it go with Fiona and Cassandra? Good, I’m guessing, since I’m still here.”
“There’s a lot of ground between you being still here and you being moved,” JD said. He ate a spoonful of chocolate pudding and made a happy noise, eyes fluttering closed briefly. “I think we’re on the thin ice part of it at the moment.”
“You’re a legal adult, though. I don’t get why they’re mad.”
“But you get why we thought we had to lie to them.”
Tyler had felt pretty bad about lying to Fiona and Cassandra, because he knew he had to be honest with them so they could help him, but he wanted Cammie to adopt him so badly. “Yeah. I - look. Were you really like me? Before they took you in.”
JD snorted. “No. I was emancipated when I was fifteen, and I lived a little - rough, for about a year there. Stuck around school till I was old enough to get board-released, and then I struck out on my own. Was hanging around the college, considering classes - I have my GED, but a high school diploma is still better - and I spotted Evan.”
“And you thought he was cute?”
“I’ve always known Evan Lorne is an attractive man,” JD said. “No, I was just glad to see a familiar face.”
“From your uncle’s work under the Mountain.”
JD’s mouth twisted wryly. “Something like that. So, no, I was never a foster kid. My parents were good people.”
Were. They were dead. Tyler offered a smile. “Your mom’s sugar milk thing is pretty awesome.”
“That it is.” A shadow crossed JD’s face. “My dad died, and she followed pretty soon after. Broken heart syndrome. It’s a real thing. Romantic and all, but both of them in one year was -”
“Yeah,” Tyler said quietly. “You don’t have any brothers and sisters?”
“No, which is pretty unusual, for a catholic family,” JD said.
“You catholic?”
“Not really, not anymore.” JD spooned up some more chocolate pudding. “But, you know, Irish. Catholic.”
“Is Nealson an Irish name?”
JD winced. “Ah, not so much. But my mother. She was an O’Donnell.”
That sounded pretty Irish. Tyler had the sense, though, that JD had said something he shouldn’t have. “What did you do before? That was so classified.”
“You having trouble with the meaning of ‘classified’, kid?”
Tyler met JD’s gaze as confidently as he could. “Your parents died when you were fifteen and you were emancipated. I talked to Cassandra about that. She said it’s super hard to get emancipated, so obviously you already had to be capable of taking care of yourself. I just can’t imagine what’s going on under the Mountain, that they’d need teenagers. I mean, as far as I can tell, the Mountain exists to make Rodney angry.”
JD laughed softly. “That is a pretty apt description. No, Tyler. This is one of things you don’t get to know, not till you get clearance, if ever.”
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Date: 2016-05-14 08:38 am (UTC)Filled: SGA/SG-1 (with a dash of SPN), Jack/Evan
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Date: 2016-05-14 09:35 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-05-14 03:05 pm (UTC)John had been kicked out of Atlantis and was miserable for it. Anyone with eyes could see that (but a good number of the people around John didn't want to have eyes, because if their beloved commander was miserable, how could any of them dare to be happy back on Earth?). No one knew what to do about it. Cam watched John and wondered when he was going to blow.
He got an answer in a way he definitely hadn't expected. He was coming off post-mission adrenaline rush that not even a lengthy debriefing with Landry had fully taken the edge off of, so he decided to put some time in at the shooting range. There was something meditative about shooting, controlling his breathing, trusting his body to do what it was supposed to do.
And then there were hands at his waist, and someone lifting his earmuffs aside, and a low, sultry voice in his ear.
"I know you're a traditionalist, but I switch from an M9 to a P-14, and it's been great. You might have to change up your stance a little, but it's good and reliable. I think you'd like it. Being as traditional as you are, change once in a while is a good thing."
"Sheppard," Cam said, pleased when his voice came out steady. "Startling a man when he has a firearm in his hands isn't the brightest idea, now is it?"
"Who said I was looking for bright ideas?"
Cam took a deep breath, unloaded the magazine from his gun, checked to make sure there was no bullet in the chamber, and set the gun down. "Sheppard -"
"Cameron." John's lips were dangerously close to his ear.
"This isn't flight school."
"I know."
"The stakes here are even bigger."
"I know." John's hands on his hips tightened, and then John was pressed up against the length him, shoulder to hip to thigh, warm and unmoving. "You've been watching me."
"You've been watching me right back." Cam would have set aside the muffs, but if someone just happened to glance at them, it'd look like they were working on stance. He hoped. The range was deserted this time of night, but the SGC ran on stranger hours than most bases.
"How old are we again? You did it because I did it?"
"We're old enough to know better." Cam stepped out of John's space, packed up his gun and his ammo, policed his brass, set aside the ear muffs for the next person to use, cleaning them with a disinfecting wipe as a matter of manners. He turned to leave the booth, and John caught his wrist.
"We've been playing the same stupid game since flight school. Ever wondered what the prize is?"
Cam looked at John, saw that flirty smirk that infuriated superior officers, saw that misery in his eyes.
"It won't make you feel better."
"It'll make me feel good," John said.
Cam searched John's gaze. "Will it make our working relationship bad?"
John shook his head. "I'm not staying here forever, Cameron. Either I'm going home, or I'm going away."
John was flirty and insolent and borderline insubordinate, but he was also a damn good pilot and an even better commander. For the SGC to lose him -
John brought Cam's whirling thoughts to a halt with a single searing kiss, and Cam realized, as he kissed back frantically, he wanted John to stay. For the Air Force. For Stargate Command. For Cam.
So he gave in an took John home and did his best not to look miserable when, four weeks later, John and three of his closest friends stole a jumper and went back to Atlantis.
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Date: 2016-05-14 10:46 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Numb3rs
Date: 2016-05-14 04:55 pm (UTC)So when Marie and Heightmeyer suggested the formation of Ladies’ Night, Freya agreed to join in. She’d had girl friends in high school, but that had ended with her stint in a mental institution. As it turned out, law enforcement was a heavily male-dominated profession, so Freya had been thrown in with Brendan and his cohorts, always the only girl, Smurfette, and she’d learned to be a bit of a tomboy to keep up. But the expedition had plenty of women, and Freya knew she ought to make friends with some of them.
Naturally, the suggestion was Poker Night, and Freya knew she could clean house far too easily at that game, even without her telepathy, just by sheer dint of ability to count cards, so she shot that idea down. Teaching Teyla poker would be long and arduous. Blackjack, on the other hand, would be relatively easy for her to learn, and would require less thinking, so they could talk more, right? The point of Ladies Night was to hang out and be ladies, and the talking was more important than the cards.
It took a couple of sessions of Ladies’ Night before Teyla got the hang of Blackjack, but once she did, she proved to be a shrewd player, hedging her bets carefully but always money up (skittles up) at the end of the night. Enough ladies joined in the endeavor that they split into smaller groups, rotating groups each night so everyone got to know everyone, but somehow Freya’s regular crowd became Teyla, Marie, and Rose (Edwards, a Marine who’d served on SG-11 before shipping out to Atlantis with her husband, also a Marine - though she outranked him).
“So Teyla,” Marie said, “cliff, marry, shag: Sheppard, McKay, Grodin.”
Teyla looked up from her cards. “Pardon?”
“It’s a game we play on Earth,” Rose said. “Of the three men listed, who would you throw off a cliff, who would you marry, and who would you shag?”
Teyla looked puzzled. “Shag?” Apparently the gate’s language interface translator didn’t do so well with slang.
“Have sex with,” Freya said.
Teyla raised her eyebrows. “I see. Who are my options again, Marie?”
“Sheppard, McKay, Grodin.”
Teyla considered her cards. “Rodney tells me he plays the piano, which I understand is a musical instrument which requires great manual dexterity. But he can be - tiresome. So, I would shag Rodney.”
Marie choked on a mouthful of beer, but Rose nodded thoughtfully.
“Grodin is very steady, pleasant, and reliable. Good qualities for a husband. I would marry him. So, Major Sheppard must be thrown off a cliff.” Teyla smiled, laid down her cards, and said, “Twenty-one.”
Freya would have defended Brendan’s honor, but apart from his failed relationship with her sister June, she really didn’t know much about his reliability in a romantic relationship. In a partnership, he was, well, he was her everything.
“Interesting,” Marie said. “It’s your turn to ask someone now.”
“Can I even ask Rose?” Teyla asked. “She is already married.”
“That does take some of the fun out of it,” Rose admitted.
“Amita. Cliff, marry, shag: Kavanagh, Ford, Markham?”
“Cliff Kavanagh,” Freya said immediately, and Marie and Rose nodded their vehement agreement. She eyed her cards and reined in the urge to check Rose’s mind; Rose had a formidable poker face. “Ford’s cute but he’s so young. Energetic, though. Markham - he seems like a responsible guy. So...marry Markham. Shag Ford.”
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Date: 2016-05-14 10:48 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse
Date: 2016-06-22 12:17 am (UTC)So he had no clue how Carter had convinced him to host the scientists for the SGC New Year’s Eve party. It made some sense, he supposed. John and Cam were restricted to basically one bottle of beer in a given evening by their doctors, and Evan wasn’t supposed to drink very much with his meds, and Tyler and JD weren’t old enough to drink, and Rodney had never much been for the wholesale slaughter of his own brain cells, so they’d be the perfect hosts, and they had a clean, sizeable house, especially after the engineers had erected a temporary canopy over the back yard and set up some experimental naquadah heaters to keep the place comfortable.
But Rodney was no party host.
Evan was, though. He bought copious amounts of raw ingredients, turned them into copious amounts of food, and strung banners and streamers and balloons all over the house. Rodney knew some of the chemists had mixed their own fireworks, which might or might not have been legal, and Zelenka and Carson - who was a civilian doctor and opted to come to the science party rather than the Air Force or Marine parties - chipped in for all of the booze, so it was shaping up to be a great party.
Except none of them had really thought of the ramifications of Tyler in a house full of inebriated scientists whose heads were full of classified material. It was bad enough that Jack O’Neill’s ex-wife had mentioned the Stargate in front of him. A drunk Zelenka would try to tell anyone who listened about his theories about more eight-chevron addresses and recharging ZPMs with a series of stargates set in a circle and programmed to dial each other, creating an endless wormhole loop. (It was an intriguing but in the end stupid idea.)
None of the men liked the idea of sending Tyler over to Tina’s house with her irresponsible parents, and they didn’t know Sasha’s aunt very well, so in the end it was agreed that Tyler could stay at the party and enjoy the snacks and talk to people he knew - like Sam and Daniel and Carson - and watch the fireworks, but once people started getting really drunk he’d go hide in his room till everyone was settled in cabs on their way home. He was also allowed to hang out with the designated drivers, who included Bill Lee and Cameron Balinsky, but not Vala, who had followed Daniel to the party despite not being a scientist.
Rodney thought Oppie had the best idea, because every time Rodney passed the laundry room, Oppie was there, curled up on his cat bed and ignoring the noisy humans. Zelenka and Grodin were setting up an atomic clock so they could time the countdown to midnight perfectly. Evan was distributing flutes of champagne, John was organizing people into a line past the buffet table in the backyard canopy, and someone had left Cam in charge of the music, not that any of the scientists danced.
Except for Parrish, the botanist, and Kusanagi, the engineer, and okay, lots of them danced. Rodney wasn’t going to dance. Though he’d be very interested in John dancing, now that he thought about it.
Sam had brought some of her famous cheesecake, and rumor was that it was citrus-free, and Rodney definitely wanted some.
And then he heard Zelenka say, “Wave your hands!”
“Radek, no, please, don’t start some wild Eastern European dance,” Rodney said, turning.
But Zelenka wasn’t dancing. He was standing in the den with Tyler, both of them peering at Oppie, who was curled on the back of Cam’s favorite recliner.
Tyler waved his hands again.
The ornament dangling off of Oppie’s collar flared blue.
“See?” Zelenka cried. “It is magic.”
“No, it’s just motion-activated,” Tyler said patiently.
Zelenka was clearly inebriated. “No, it is not.” He waved his own hands over Oppie, who looked unimpressed and offered a delicate little cat yawn. “See? No light. Now you.”
Tyler sighed and waved his hands over Oppie, and sure enough, there it was, a flare of blue.
Zelenka spotted Rodney. “McKay! Come here. Activate this cat collar.”
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Date: 2016-05-14 01:26 pm (UTC)Whatever you do, I'll do it too
Show me everything and tell me how
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Date: 2016-05-14 04:50 pm (UTC)Not a fill. I just now have that song stuck squarely in my head and have started singing it to my coworkers.
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