Goonsdag: Happy Endings

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Good morning, yet again! I’m doreyg and today's theme is Happy Endings. This theme is all about things finally going right for your characters, about them coming through all the terrible things canon throws at them and finding happiness. This is obviously open to interpretation, but as long as your characters are their definition of happy - be it cheerfully married, eating a cake or even just not having any aliens chasing them - you'll be good.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some cheery examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Star Trek: TNG, Q/Jean-Luc Picard, going endlessly on into the stars
+ Batman (comics), Steph Brown/Tim Drake, years later they get back together and make a proper go of it
+ Jessica Jones, Jessica Jones/Luke Cage, getting that future she pictured with him

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

Have fun!

tag=Happy Endings

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[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes(+/Steve Rogers), there were no aliens/assassins/bad guys chasing them and they finally had time for a road trip

Fill: Round Trip, Sam/Bucky/Steve

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

“This is the first thing you thought of when I said we needed a car with more room?” Bucky’s nose scrunches in a way that makes Steve think of downing castor oil when they were kids.

“What’s wrong with it?” Steve crosses his arms, eyeing the dark red, fresh-from-the-dealership Chevy Traverse with approval. It cost a pretty penny, but it would fit three grown men and enough supplies to keep them occupied from coast to coast. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the flashiest car out there, or the most stylish, but it was practical.

“It’s a dad car,” Sam says bluntly, slinging an arm around Steve’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You tried, handsome.”

“Dad car my ass,” Steve grumbles. “But since I’m the one who drove it home, I’m the one with the keys.” He hops into the driver’s seat, letting his guys squabble about shotgun outside, ignoring the telltale scuffle and bang of them ending in a fight on the ground.

“Cheap shot,” Bucky huffs, curling into the backseat. He’s wearing one of Steve’s old ball caps, a denim jacket, and a faded Star Wars tee shirt that Clint got him for Christmas after introducing him to the series. There’s a Slim Jim in his back pocket and a can of Coke in his hand, and Steve has never seen him look so good, so calm and natural, like he was meant for 2016. “We’re going for round two at the next rest stop, Wilson.”

“Whatever you say, loser,” Sam says, sliding gleefully into the passenger seat. “Rev this bad boy up, Captain, and let’s hit the road.” Steve doesn’t miss the way he reaches into the backseat to twine his fingers through Bucky’s, a small smile curling to his lips. “And wow, round two? Round two came and went this morning with me screwing you through the—“ Sam is cut off by Steve accidentally activating the alarm on the key fob, his cheeks turning red.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “This is going to be a short trip if you keep that talk up.”

There’s a brief round of jeering and chirping with Steve gamely putting up with it. It feels normal, it is normal. This is who they are now, and they don’t try to hide it or justify it. They sit in companionable silence as Steve merges onto the freeway, the wind whistling through the windows.

“Round three, then,” Bucky mutters, and Steve knows this is going to be a good trip.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, T'Challa/Bucky Barnes, staying in T'Challa's palace was not what Bucky ever thought would happen, but he's happy it did

Fill: stay here (and frighten me) 1/2

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

For the third time since the sun rose over the country of Wakanda, Bucky finds himself wandering aimlessly on the palace grounds, wondering what is real and what is not.

He’s heard stories since he’s woken up, places of magic and fantasy, places he’d only ever heard about on the radio or in comics before. He’d heard of Wakanda, sure, but it might as well have been a storybook place for all it was shrouded in secrecy during the war. It’s the same as Asgard—a real place, but a place so different from his world that it was an entirely new reality.

Wakanda is warm, the air heavy and sultry, the sun hot. It’s also a quiet country—the only people walking the streets, taking the chrome-shiny trains and cars, shopping at the beautiful boutiques, are Wakandans. Bucky’s never seen so many beautiful, well-dressed people in one place before, and they use technology not even Stark would mess with. The entire city buzzes around T’Challa’s palace, bursting with an excited radiance, a reverence, a thrum Bucky can feel inside his soul.

It frightens him. This world, this wealth, this beauty, scares him. And for now, he’s stuck here.

“Mr. Barnes,” a woman says, one of the bodyguards assigned to Bucky—she’s young and beautiful, reminding Bucky a bit of Natasha, and T’Challa says she is studying to be a chemist. But first, she serves her king. “Perhaps it is best if you keep away from the veranda for now.”

Bucky nods, cheeks warming, and moves back inside. He is not a guest here—he is a protected prisoner. An asset—no, not an asset. Not anymore. But until his mind is clear again, he will not be free. “Sorry,” he murmurs, and the girl just gives him a kind smile, ducking her head.

“The king will be taking dinner soon,” she says, escorting him through the doors and locking them behind her. “I’m sure he’d love to see you up and moving.”

I’m sure he’d love to see me back where I belong, Bucky thinks, but simply follows her in silence. The palace walls loom high above him, decorated in ornate framed paintings and photographs of the royals and Black Panthers of years before, their faces stern and regal. T’Challa’s is the very last, right next to the door leading to the main dining room. It’s a beautiful black and white portrait. He is very beautiful, Bucky thinks, and pushes the thought (along with so many of his other recent thoughts) deep, deep down.

The table is already laden with heavy trays of food—meat, vegetables, fruits of all sizes and colors. It smells delicious, but Bucky still feels too nervous to eat. T’Challa often takes his meals with his sister and his closest confidants, but tonight, he is alone at the head of the table, a napkin already folded in his lap. He’s dressed for a day of diplomacy in a navy linen suit and a crisp white shirt—he’s not the Black Panther until he needs to be, and he’s not in his royal clothing. He looks like the sort of man Bucky would eye on the Brooklyn streets before hurriedly looking away lest he be caught.

“Do not be shy,” T’Challa says, his voice resonating so deeply in Bucky’s chest that it almost feels like Steve is here, like he’s back. They’re a lot alike, Steve and the king—they’re kind at heart. Kind to the bone. Kind, but carrying heavy, heavy burdens. “Please. Come eat with me. The king’s bodyguard—another beautiful woman with legs and eyes that could kill—raises her eyebrows at T’Challa, but T’Challa shakes his head slightly, giving her a wry smile. “Sit next to me.”

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio, waking up snuggled between Fraser and Vecchio was the best thing ever

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Whitechapel, Joseph Chandler/Emerson Kent, Chandler never thought he'd have a happy ending, but then Kent appeared in his life

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Steve Jinks/Joshua Donovan + Claudia Donovan, Steve and Joshua spending an evening with Claudia in their shared apartment, watching their favourite movies

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Q/Jean-Luc Picard, going endlessly on into the stars

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Steph Brown/Tim Drake, years later they get back together and make a proper go of it

Fill. Steph Brown/Tim Drake. You feel like home

[inkpaws.livejournal.com]

It's the longing looks between Dick and Barbara that finally does it for Steph. Witnessing years of missed chances, heated arguments and endless frustration that she starts to realize with sinking dread where she and Tim are heading.

The destination is more than a little depressing. So without further adieu she hops in ricochet and drives out of the cave, leaves behind it's oppressing air of woulda-coulda-shoud've been and follows the road to Tim's apartment.

She creeps in through his window to find him waiting for her. Steph pulls back her cowl and gives him a winning grin.

Tim raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. 'You couldn't have gotten changed first?'

Steph looks down, yeah well, 'And ruin your adolescent fantasy of having Batgirl crawl through your window? Never.'

This time when she looks at him there's a minute twitching of his lips, he's amused despite himself. Steph's surprised she can still read him, even a little. Considering the statue impression he's so fond of lately.
She crosses the room, noting the laptop sitting open on his bed and untouched sandwiches on the nightstand.

'Did you need something?' He asks when she reaches him.

There's so much that needs to be said, hurts that need to be mended but she has no idea where to start.
She takes him in, his unwavering, calculated gaze, the dark circles under his eyes. Pale skin and black hair. The faded Green day T-shirt and flannel pajama pants...so very Tim. Her sexy, lovable dork.

'Hi,' she says, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

'Uhm, hello?' He replies uncertainly, face flushed.

'I should probably be making some big speech to you right now,' she blurts out. 'About the mistakes we've made in past, how sorry I am about hurting you and about all the times you've hurt me. But that can wait, all that matters right now is that I love you and I want to be with you.'

Her heart is hammering in her rib cage, she feels exposed and raw in ways she hasn't for a long time. It's thrilling,it's terrifying.

For a long moment Tim just stares at her, Steph tries not to fidget under his scrutiny.

Then, he sighs and looks away,' We're different people now, Steph.'

'That's kind of the point,' She says with a tight smile. 'We've both changed--been through so much, we deserve a fresh start.'

'It's not that simple--'

'It can be, if you let it.'

Tim bites his lip, looking torn, which is just about halfway where Steph wants him. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to his and stares him straight in the eyes.

And goes for the jugular, 'Tell me you don't love me.'

He makes a noise like he's been punched and closes his eyes.

'Of course I love you,' he says quietly.

'Then what's the problem?'

Tim's shoulders drop and Steph does a mental victory dance. Not too long ago, she'd have considered this a very bad idea, but she's in a good place and Tim's getting there. This is their chance.

'Okay, okay...I--let's give it another a try.'

Steph practically bounces up and kisses him, which her returns with equal fever. Oh, she'd almost forgotten how good this part is.

When the pull apart they're both panting for air, Steph notes rather smugly and Tim's face has finally remembered how to smile.

'So fresh start, yes? Just you and me, no bat shaped third-wheel this time.'

He snorts, running his fingers through her hair. 'Ideally.'

'Wow, look how wise and mature we're being. Very adult-like behavior.'

'I give it a day.'

Steph gasps, scandalized, 'You mean the adult part right, not the together part?'

He rolls his eyes and Steph resists the urge to pinch him, 'Obviously.'

'Because that's a shame, there are other adult-like behaviors I would be happy to indulge in with you. Enthusiastically, multiple times and in a variety of positions.'

Steph takes the squeak that follows as a good sign, 'And since we only have a day, we better get started right away.'

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Jessica Jones, Jessica Jones/Luke Cage, getting that future she pictured with him

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Ray Palmer/Mick Rory,

“You want to get married and live in a house in suburbia, or something?”
“I want to try.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, G’Kar/Londo Mollari, nothing goes wrong. Eventually they make up for their past mistakes and fall into bed together

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, author's choice, playing with a Mabari

Fill: Dragon Age, m!Hawke/Fenris & Dog - "Happy"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Garrett patted Dog’s head gently as the mabari dropped a large stick in front of him, clearly proud of himself. He was wagging his tail as he barked once, then twice, and Garrett couldn’t help smiling at him.

“Good boy,” Garrett said, scratching behind Dog’s ears for a while, before he picked up the stick from the ground and threw it as far as he could towards the trees.

“Here.”

Turning around, Garrett saw Fenris handing him a cup of hot tea.

“Thanks.”

Tangling their fingers together, they watched as Dog searched for the stick, barking happily the whole time.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, author's choice, making and/or sharing cookies together

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with a dog, any + dog, cuddling together on the sofa/bed/other

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom without a dog, any, getting a dog

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Paralyzed!John.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

“What about this one?”

Rodney turned to look at Jeannie, his sister kneeling down in front of a kennel with Maddie pushing her fingers through the chain-link. A calm but happy Labrador mix was licking the little girl's fingers, tail wagging away.

The dog was big, but not huge, lean and muscled, and Rodney quickly walked over.

“Hey, boy,” he murmured.

“It's a girl.”

A glance at the cage card confirmed that it was a girl, as well as her name, and he amended, “Hello, Saidi,” before kneeling and watching her for a moment.

She sat while she was studied, prim almost, and wagged her tail again when Jeannie whispered, “This is the one, Rodney.”

“Yeah,” he agreed; he pushed his fingers through the cage door to pet her and asked, “Would you go let the volunteer know?”

---

All it took was a few minutes of paperwork, a reference call to the SGC vet, and Saidi was his.

Or, more accurately, John's, after some training.

(The charity woman was kind when Rodney showed up a few days after the adoption, Saidi walking beside him already in heel, and she told him, “I don't usually accept animals that our clients pick out, but, Dr. McKay, she's perfect.”

“I thought so.” He hesitated as she reached for the leash, giving the dog a few comforting pets, and said, “I haven't told John yet. I thought I might bring him down after he's released and have him meet her, if that's all right?”

“Absolutely.”)

And he hoped he'd done the right thing.

---

“Goddamnit, Rodney!” John shouted, punching the wall hard enough to split his knuckles. He was heaving with the anger, his face reddened and lips taut, and Rodney backed away with his hands up.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry,” he got out, “I was just trying to help.”

“Don't try to fucking help! I don't need help!”

“Of course. I'm sorry.”

He retreated to his office, closing the door with a sigh; slipping into his chair, he told himself, Don't cry, even as the moisture started to gather in the corner of his closed eyes. When the rehab hospital had tried to explain to him how badly John was reacting to his paralysis, Rodney had brushed it off—he knew John better than anyone, he could easily handle his husband—but now he desperately wished he'd listened.

God.

A decade in Atlantis, fighting Wraith and Vanir, had nothing on the warzone they were now living in.

“Rodney?” The voice came through the door, contrite; it derailed Rodney's introspection and he looked at the clock to realize he'd been secluded for over an hour.

“I'm here.”

“Can I come in?”

He wanted to say no, say he'd be out soon, only to answer, “If you want,” and braced himself for John to enter his last safe place in the house.

The door, however, did not open.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.”

A pause, and then John choked out, “It's not.”

“For better or worse,” Rodney reminded him, “This is the worse.”

(He didn't bring John to meet Saidi that week.)

---

It was on the way home from their joint therapy session when Rodney decided that it was time.

“I have a surprise for you.”

John blinked at him. “A surprise?”

“Yeah. Are you all right with that?”

“I don't know.”

Rodney said nothing as he checked his mirrors before changing lanes; he told John, “You can ask me about it, if it'll help your anxiety,” after a minute passed.

The only question to be posed: “Was Jeannie involved?”

“Yes.”

And then John resumed his silence, watching the passing stores and homes as they drove. Rodney was confident with the route, well practiced from his visits to Saidi over the intervening two weeks, and reached the charity's facility within an hour.

“Where are we?”

Rodney took a deep breath. “Pups for Warriors.”

John froze at that and murmured, “The service dog people?”

“The service dog people, yes.”

“You got me a service dog?”

He nodded, anxiety rising with each question; from the corner of one eye, he could see Irena opening the front door to the training building, Saidi sitting beside her with a black vest buckled neatly in place.

“Is that my dog?”

“Her name is Saidi.”

And for the first time in weeks, John smiled. “She's beautiful.”

Relief flooded Rodney, all the fear and worry easing back.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed (Renaissance Trilogy), Ezio Auditore +/ author's choice, getting to settle down and enjoy spending time with his family and friends

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner, Cole has a chance to come back and redeem himself.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Prue Halliwell/Andy Trudeau, Prue is able to save Andy in the end.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Rick Grimes/Lori Grimes, Watching Judith take her first steps.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, Beth and Daryl get married in the church in Alexandria.

Fill: only love can enter here 1/2

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

“Damn penguin suit,” Daryl says, yanking at the tie around his throat.

“Come on, man,” Rick says with a grimace, swatting Daryl’s hand away. “I haven’t tied one of those in months. Don’t ruin my handiwork.”

“Best man my ass,” Daryl says in response, still glaring at the full-length mirror in front of him. “A real best man wouldn’t put me in this mess.” The suit doesn’t fit quite right—a bit too short in the legs, a bit too baggy in the shoulders. But the color is nice—a neat navy, with a dark red tie. “Never worn one before,” he says, fiddling with the tie.

“And you’ll never have to again, if you don’t want,” Rick says, hiding a smile. “But today, you’ll wear it and you’ll like it.” He’s dressed in his uniform, but this time, the pants are ironed.

There’s a soft knock on the bedroom door. It’s Rick’s bedroom, half a block down from Daryl and Beth’s own two-bedroom house where the women are getting ready to go to the church, and for half a second, Daryl wonders what Merle would think of all this—the suit, the ceremony, the airiness of it all, especially when the world is still burning around them. But then he remembers that Merle was his brother my blood, but Rick is his brother by choice.

“Almost ready?” Glenn peers in, looking just as goofy and excited as he did when he and Maggie got hitched. “I just saw Michonne take off, so this thing’s setting sail.”

“One more thing,” Rick says, and rummages around in his bedside table. “Take this. Don’t make a fuss about it, either.” He drops something small into Daryl’s palm. “It was Lori’s.” Rick scrubs a hand down his face, but he’s not sad—it’s like a weight has been lifted. He and Michonne are married, or may as well be, but Daryl figures it wouldn’t feel right for Rick to give away his wife’s ring like that.

“You sure?” Two words, that’s all he’ll say, and when Rick nods, Daryl curls his fingers around the ring. “Then let’s go.”

*

The sun is high and the day is warm, but there’s a breeze that ruffles the frayed hems of the ladies’ skirts as they gather in front of the church. Father Gabriel is standing on the church steps, looking just as stiff and grim as ever in his collar, Bible in hand. Since they’ve been stockpiling supplies in the church, the ceremony will be held outside.

“Loosen up, Padre,” Abraham says gruffly, looking just as uncomfortable in a suit as Daryl is. “It’s gonna be a good day.”

“We can never be certain of that,” Eugene says, but when Abraham shoots him a dirty look, he quickly amends it, “but it feels like a good one.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Rose/Ten, Ten finds a way to get Rose out of the other timeline.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

The fun that day
Didn’t start until
We left on our honeymoon

FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

In the eyes of his father, he was a sin. A demon soul from Hell, perverted and wicked. To Oscar, he should suffer in the pit of damnation, torn and shredded, stars exploding behind his eyes as the fire of Hell burn bright.

To his father, he is evil, simply because he is gay. The old, bitter man declared he had no son when Jude showed him his true colors. Oscar spits at him, says his lover for the Blond man is sick, evil.

But when Jude is with Zero, a feeling of peace and grace washes over him as the darkness of his father’s hatred is ripped from him. Lips, sweet and pure, are on his, kissing him kindly. Zero loves him for who he is, for his bravery to live outside the closet without fear or self-loathing.

Cleansed and purified by the power of love, Jude hugs his boyfriend as Zero kisses him passionately, dragging his teeth against Jude’s lips, nipping lightly—a possessive love bite as their souls bonded. Zero’s soft touch lingers on Jude’s skin, and the taste of kisses lingers on his lips. No kiss would be as sweet as wine when Jude smiles this time, a smile of fondness sparkling so brightly.

When it came to matters of the heart, all which was important was forever and ever, amen, lost in pure happiness with the man who owned his heart.

Oscar despises Zero. Thinks he was the demon who corrupted his son and led him down the path of wickedness. But Jude knows better. Zero may come off as the bad boy, but he has a good, kind heart, and when Jude looks into those eyes he can still see a sparkling gaze that is vibrant with adoring love. True, Zero may be cocky and smug, he’s always been, however, when he smiles its beautiful, genuine and breathtaking. He is the light that makes Jude's world shine.

They slip away from the world on their honeymoon, basking in sand and surfing and sun. The smiles are everlasting and joyful, their fingers clasp as they walk on the beach, pure love glowing in their hearts.

That night, when they lay in bed, Zero is possessive in a tender way, holding Jude tight to his chest and kissing him passionately, stealing Jude's breath away. Jude kisses Zero softly, lips kiss sweet and pink. “I love you,” He whispers. “I will always love you. No matter what my father thinks, my heart will forever belong to you.”

Pressing his lips lightly against Jude’s neck, Zero smiles lovingly as he hugs his boyfriend tightly. For all their life, and love, they would be bound until the end of their days, bound by friendship and true love.

♥ END ♥

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne, He can finally let himself go instead of holding himself back.

Fill: + Night World

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(Nagi writes yet another tag to The Return)

“You have to go,” Ronon said.

Evan bit his lip, nodded. “I do. Orders are orders.”

“And I can’t go with you.”

Evan closed his eyes and sighed. “You can’t.”

Ronon reached out, caught Evan’s chin in his hand. “Because my place is here and my war is here. And because I’m not - human.”

Evan cracked a smile. “No more human than I.”

“And because your military has stupid rules.”

Evan swatted at him. “Like your military doesn’t! I’ve seen pictures of the stupid outfits you guys had to wear at your formal functions.”

“Your Air Force blues aren’t nearly as - ruffled, it’s true.” Ronon leaned in, nuzzled at Evan’s jaw, and Evan made a small sound of pleasure. “But,” Ronon whispered, “the Marine uniform looks better.”

Evan swatted him in the chest. “Hey, let’s not get personal here.” But he laughed, and that was what Ronon wanted, to see him laugh. He’d watched Evan for a long time, been intrigued by the blue of his eyes and that undefinable thing he’d sensed beneath Evan’s manners and respect and discipline. And now he got to see it all the time, and better than that, Evan was free to show it to others. Not just his superior physicality, but also this shine in his eyes and the beautiful things he could do with his hands.

Although some of the things he could do with his hands were for Ronon alone. For now.

Ronon leaned in and kissed Evan gently. Evan was energetic and passionate, but Ronon sensed he’d had little enough gentleness in his time, and gentle kisses with Evan were the best.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against Evan’s lips, “and you’re glorious. And when you get back to Earth, you will have the world at your fingertips.”

Evan’s breath hitched. “I’d rather have you.”

Ronon kissed him again. “You will always have me. But you can have more.”

“Thank you.” Evan pressed closer, kissed deeper, and Ronon settled back against the bed, pulled Evan on top of him and reveled in his weight and warmth while they kissed and kissed and kissed. Then Evan pulled back. “Before I go,” he said, “there’s something I want to give you.”

He shrugged off his jacket, peeled off his t-shirt, and started unbuttoning his pants.

“I thought we said our physical goodbyes last night, because you needed to pack today.”

Evan peered up at Ronon through his lashes, coy and downright seductive. “I’m the XO for a reason. I can get anything done if I need to.” Then his expression gentled, and he said, “But no, that’s not what I meant. Ronon, we’ve talked before about me. And you. And what we both are.”

“You’re a shapeshifter, and I’m a baby dragon shapeshifter. I have no animal form. But I’m badass.”

“You can have an animal form if you want one,” Evan said. “I’m offering you mine.”

Ronon stared at him. “You mean -”

“Yes.”

“I’ll become a black jaguar and you’ll be stuck like me?”

“What? No.” Evan laughed, shook his head. “No, I’ll stay a black jaguar. But you’ll be able to turn into a jaguar, too. Not sure if you’ll be a black one, though.”

Ronon’s heart sped up. “You mean you can give me the gift?”

“Not quite the one the dragons had, the ability to become anything. But to become one thing, yes.”

“And that requires you getting naked?”

“It requires me being in my true form, and I don’t want to bust yet another uniform doing an emergency shift on a mission,” Evan said, and wriggled out of his pants, peeled off his boxers. He had miles and miles of smooth, golden skin, was thickly muscled and strong. Ronon almost wished Evan were offering sex instead, but what he was offering was - priceless. Beyond measure.

“What do I do?”

“When I change, put your hand on me. Your body will know how to do the rest.”

Ronon nodded, swallowed hard.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, A happy ending to what could have been a tragic day.

Fill 1/3: Oppie!verse (this turned out way longer than I expected)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As Rodney was not overly fond of flying and hadn’t ever piloted an aircraft for himself (besides radio controlled helicopters sometimes), he didn’t understand the thrill of piloting a fighter jet at Mach 2 or weaving a chopper through the air. He did understand losing something he loved, so when John asked him to come along to the airstrip to watch JD take his pilot test, Rodney agreed. He didn’t have to say anything, just sit beside John and let John his hand so hard it went numb. Evan and Cam were sitting side-by-side in the observation room with them, Cam grasping Evan’s wrist. John, Cam, and Evan were all focused on the little airplane JD would be piloting for his test.

The instructor, a cheerful woman by the name of Natasha, assured them that JD would pass with flying colors, that he was one of the most gifted natural pilots she’d ever had the pleasure of teaching. JD had stood before them, posture perfect, shoulders thrown back and head held high, and he’d smiled tightly at Natasha’s praise, but there was something shadowed in his gaze Rodney didn’t understand.

And then JD and Natasha were crossing the tarmac, and the plane’s engines began to roar, and it took to the sky.

John, Cam, and Evan took up a running commentary that Rodney couldn’t understand, about climb and altitude, about form and a bunch of other things that sounded made-up but were apparently vital to flying a plane. Rodney knew, in an abstract sense, that the three of them were pilots, had trained as part of the world’s most elite, but he didn’t really appreciate what it meant till he heard them murmuring to each other about all of the things a pilot had to keep track of at once, how JD was doing at it, how his younger, faster reflexes would and wouldn’t serve him, how his old battle reflexes probably baffled Natash.

“Really?” Cam said. “You hit that switch first? I always hit it after I hit the -”

Rodney tuned them out, instead watching the plane climb higher and higher, then level off and begin to soar. He knew JD had to take the plane through several standard maneuvers, some non-standard maneuvers if he could pull them off - like that barrel roll that would certainly have made Rodney puke but had earned applause from the other three men in the room - and then land successfully. It wasn’t a long test.

“They called him Batshit Jack O’Neill for a reason,” Cam murmured. “Look at that. Death-defying.”

“We’re all death-defying in our own way,” Evan said.

John shook his head. “I never would have tried that on my test flight. Natasha’s probably having a heart attack.”

“Nah.” Evan smiled like a proud father. “She’s used to his antics by now.”

John whistled. “See how tight that rotation was? He’s got great control.”

“Pretty sure he was flying while we were still in diapers,” Cam said, and he and Evan both winced.

While Rodney couldn’t begrudge any of the men in Casa Atlantica happiness, he wasn’t sure he understood the emotional dynamics of Cam, Evan, and JD’s relationship, and he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to try.

“All right,” Evan said. “Bring her in nice and easy.”

John lifted his chin, narrowed his eyes. “That’s not good.” He was on his feet, pressed to the window. “Is that smoke coming from the starboard engine?”

There was smoke trailing from the right wing of the plane. “That’s not good,” Rodney said. Evan’s face was ashen.

“How not good is it?” Rodney asked.

Cam opened his mouth to answer, but then the plane shook and shuddered, bouncing erratically in the air.

“C’mon, JD,” John said. “You can handle this. You can handle anything. You can -”

A fire truck burst onto the airfield, sirens wailing and lights whirling. An ambulance was right behind it.

“Dammit, JD, get her steady under you.” Cam’s grip on Evan’s wrist was white-knuckled.

The plane dipped suddenly, and Cam buried his face in Evan’s shoulder with a small sound like a sob.

“He’ll be fine,” Evan said, rubbing Cam’s shoulder and holding him close. Cam’s shoulders were tight with misery, and he scrunched in closer to Evan.

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