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]

Alice in Wonderland (1951)/The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977), Cheshire Cat + Pooh Bear, long-lost siblings

(because they’re voiced by the same person and it’s rocking my world)

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, a house is built where it wasn’t before

[tigriswolf]

Homeward Bound: An Incredible Journey, Shadow + Peter Burnford, their first meeting

[tigriswolf]

Homeward Bound: An Incredible Journey, Chance + Shadow + Sassy, Chance’s introduction to the family

[tigriswolf]

The Crow, Eric Draven/Shelly Webster, Shelly is resurrected a year later instead of Eric

Mini Fill (movie not comic)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

On Devil's night, they all die - Top Dollar, T-bird, Tin Tin, Fun Boy, Skank. Slain by a woman in white with her face painted like a weeping clown. Darla Mohr is hysterical when the police interview her.

Fun Boy said, right before the woman drove a fist through his chest and crushed his heart in her bare hands, "I killed you."

And the woman said, "I'm killing you right back." She threw his corpse out the window.

Darla's daughter Sarah calls the woman 'Shelly'.

The only Shelly Sarah ever knew was Shelly Webster, who was murdered a year ago.

The police close the case quietly, because that's a few less thugs and predators on the street.

Albrecht notices the crow perched on Shelly Webster's tombstone and wonders, for a second, if the crow is watching him.

He dismisses the notion and walks away.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay,

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
(Shania Twain)

Fill 1/2: Marks!AU + the expanded Sheppard-Sherman family

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jason sat on the chair in the principal’s office, shoulders hunched, looking very small.

Nancy and Grant sat on one side of him - Nancy on the far side of Grant - and Rodney and John sat on the other side of him - John on the far side of Rodney.

Principal Vickers sat on the other side of her massive desk, gazing at all of them implacably.

“Well?” she asked.

“It’s obvious,” Rodney said. “He’s bored.”

“He’s being disruptive in class,” Principal Vickers said.

Rodney pushed a piece of paper across the desk. “Do you recognize this?”

“He’s been defacing his textbooks.”

“This is advanced physics,” Rodney said. “These are the baseline calculations for making an inter-dimensional bridge.” John nudged him. “All theoretical, of course.”

Principal Vickers raised her eyebrows. “Jason is six.”

“Jason is brilliant, and he’s bored,” Rodney said.

“His tendency to interrupt the teacher and boss the other children around is negatively impacting everyone else’s ability to learn,” Principal Vickers said, though her steely confidence was wavering around the edges.

“Well,” Nancy said to John, “he certainly didn’t inherit your ability to play dumb.”

“You encourage him to be himself, which is a good thing,” John began without looking at her.

“Perhaps,” Grant cut in, “we should excuse Jason while we discuss this.”

Principal Vickers nodded, and Grant and Rodney led Jason out of her office between them.

They sat on the bench outside her office. Jason curled against Grant’s side, swinging his legs desultorily. Grant put a hand on his knee, stilling him.

“Interrupting your teacher and the other students isn’t nice,” Grant said. “Your mom and dad and Rodney and I raised you better than that.”

“They’re all so stupid,” Jason muttered.

“Stupid’s a rude word.”

“Rodney says it all the time.”

Grant shot Rodney a look.

Rodney worked with stupid people. The world would not be saved by stroking their egos. He cleared his throat. “Jason,” he said, “how did you learn that math?”

“I read some of the math books in Daddy’s office, and then I saw the puzzle on your whiteboard. I wanted to try it.”

Grant sighed. “That’s why the sudden interest in my dictionary. You were looking up words from the math textbooks.” He looked at Rodney. “Did you know John was capable of this?”

“John’s always been surprisingly quick off the mark with math,” Rodney said, “and further in our relationship I learned that he qualifies for MENSA and also that he received his master’s degree in combinatorial design theory. But he’s always been good at -”

“Blending in?”

“Playing dumb.”

Grant sighed again. “Jason, just because you’re smarter than the other kids -”

“And the teacher.”

“- And maybe the teacher doesn’t mean you have the right to be rude.”

Jason cast Rodney a questioning look. Rodney slid off the bench and knelt so he was looking Jason in the eye.

“I know I’m not always the most polite person in the world,” Rodney said, which was an understatement, but Grant managed not to laugh, and Rodney appreciated that. “I was like you in school. I was smarter than everyone else, even my teachers. They gave me work to keep me busy, but I still got bored sometimes. And - it was hard. I had no friends, because I was always showing them how smart I was.”

Jason wrinkled his nose. “You want me to pretend to be stupid so I can have friends?”

“No,” Rodney said, even though he suspected John might have said yes. John had done precisely that. John still did that, to an extent. “But you know how you get bored when me and Daddy and Mom and Grant talk about grown-up stuff?”

Jason nodded.

“And you know how it’s rude when people are around and you don’t talk about things they can talk about too, like people they don’t know?”

Jason nodded.

“When you’re really, really smart, and all you talk about are things only you understand, it’s kind of like you’re talking about boring grown-up stuff.” Rodney swallowed hard. “So when you’re around the other kids doing group activities, be polite. Talk about things they can talk about. There’s a time and a place to talk about what you can do.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse/The Gilmore Girls, Evan Lorne + Sookie St. James, Evan isn't he only one in his family that loves to cook

Fill 1/3: Oppie!verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When the doorbell rang the two nights before Tyler’s adoption, John thought Cam was going to burst a blood vessel, he was so twitchy.

“Tag, you’re it,” he said, swatting John on the knee.

So John abandoned his sudoku book and went to answer the door, wary. If it was Fiona or Cassandra to tell him the adoption was off, he was going to shoot something.

The plump woman on the doorstep with the red-brown pigtails and kerchief tied in her hair beamed at him. “Hi, I’m Sookie St. James. Is Evan Lorne home?” She had her arms full of brown grocery bags.

“Yes, Evan’s home,” John said. “Do you want me to get him for you?”

“I’m his cousin,” she said. “I’m in town for the big day! The adoption’s tomorrow, right?”

“Yes,” John said, relaxing. “Come on in. Do you need a hand with those?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Sookie veritably twinkled at him and then swept past him into the house, made a beeline for the kitchen.

John closed the door and scrambled to follow her. When he got to the kitchen, JD was helping her unload her grocery bags onto the counter.

“Bobbie and Natalia and the kids are flying in tomorrow night,” Sookie was saying. She beamed at JD. “Aren’t you just the politest. Excited for your big day tomorrow?”

“Not a problem, ma’am. And we’re all excited for tomorrow.” JD ducked his head, trying to hide his smile.

John wondered it felt for JD, to be able to have a second chance at something like fatherhood, after the rest of his life had been ripped away.

“It’s so wonderful, that you can finally have a forever family,” Sookie said, patting him on the shoulder, and JD’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, no -”

“Wrong person, Sookie,” Evan said. “That’s one of my boyfriends, JD. Tyler’s in his room doing homework.” He stepped into the kitchen.

She squealed as soon as she saw him. “Bluebell!” She dragged him into a hug.

“Bluebell?” Rodney asked.

Sookie pulled back, frowning in confusion. Evan was bright, bright red.

“Did you not tell them?” she asked.

“Tell us what?” Cam, who’d been slouching on the couch, sat up straighter. He transferred himself into his chair and rolled into the kitchen, offered a hand. “Cam Mitchell, Evan’s other boyfriend. What’s this thing Evan hasn’t told us?”

Sookie’s eyes were wide. “About his soul name.”

JD blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

Sookie turned to Evan with a hurt expression. “These men are your family and they don’t know about your soul name?”

“Pardon me,” Rodney said, “is a soul name like a real name?”

Sookie nodded earnestly. “It’s the name we pick for ourselves.”

Evan groaned and closed his eyes.

John saw JD trying to smother a grin, and he had to bite his own lip to not burst out laughing.

“So this name, is it official?”

“As much as the family’s main interest is sticking it to The Man, yes, we get our soul names appended to our real names legally. But growing up on the commune, everyone went by their soul names,” Sookie said.

Rodney hauled off and punched Evan in the arm. Hard.

“Hey!” Evan recoiled, automatically raising his hands in defense.

Sookie looked horrified at the violence that had just occurred. “Now, boys, hang on -”

“You made fun of me because my first name is Meredith and your soul name is Bluebell?”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, teenage detective

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, saving a life while out on a first date

Fill 1/3: SGA + Sisters

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

After all the other dates Rodney had been on with the other imprints, he expected his date with Brian to be bigger, somehow. More dramatic. More...something. But it wasn’t. They went to a movie, and then they had dinner at a diner afterward so they could talk about the movie. Rodney wasn’t too clear on whether Brian was straight. He knew the Brian imprint had been for a long-term romantic engagement with a woman, but that didn't guarantee straightness. Brian had been pleasant enough, was socially savvy enough to keep up plenty of conversation without babbling incessantly or talking over Rodney. He was polite about opening doors and pulling out chairs without being overtly the ‘man’ on the date. He seemed smart enough, although he was a psychologist, and he was well aware of Rodney’s opinions of the soft sciences, so he said little on the subject of psychology.

They were on their way back to their respective car - they’d met at the theater (for some reason Rodney was never allowed to drive to the date with John, always had to meet him at the destination with the imprint already in control) - when Rodney glanced up and happened to notice a person standing at the edge of the very tall building they were passing.

“Brian,” he said, “is it just me, or does that look like a -?”

“Jumper.” Brian went pale, but he wet his lips, squared his shoulders, and marched up to the building. It was some kind of apartment complex with several buzzers. He stabbed one randomly.

“What?” The woman who answered had a nasal voice.

“Hey, I’m here to see my friend. He’s up on the roof.”

“Not gonna be your friend much longer,” the woman said, but the door buzzed, and Brian yanked it open.

For all that Brian was a mild-mannered psychologist, he had John Sheppard’s body, and Rodney was left in the dust as Brian flew up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. By the time Rodney reached the roof, he was out of breath and probably red in the face, and Brian was a few feet away from the young man standing on the ledge.

“ - Just come on down and we can talk.”

“No, I don’t think so.” The man had a soft voice.

“Okay. You stay there. I’m going to stay here. My date is probably on his way up, but he’s less fond of stairs and running than I am.”

The young man turned slightly. He had ordinary brown hair and brown eyes, a forgettable face, the kind of face that belonged to every scientist whose name Rodney couldn’t remember.

“You ran all the way up here?”

“Well, yes.”

“To try to stop me from jumping?”

“Yes.”

Rodney wondered if this was how John had convinced Todd to help him escape from the Genii, with this soothing voice and calm, careful expression.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I could get to know you.”

“You were on a date?”

“Just finishing up, actually.”

“Was it a good date?”

“Good enough.”

The young man darted a glance at Brian. “Your date was with a man?”

“Yes,” Brian said calmly.

“How did your parents take the whole gay thing?”

“That’s complicated.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Brian smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The man turned and looked back at the busy street, and Brian inched closer.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Black Sails, James Flint, "Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway."

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (tv), Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock, "I would kill for you. But then again, I like killing. (I would die for you. But then again, I like dying.)" (a softer world)

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Black Sails, Max, AU: she and Silver were succesful in selling the schedule and Max starts a new life elsewhere (Silver can come too, but only platonicly)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Stargate Atlantis/any, Freya McAllister + Teyla Emmagan, teach me and I'll teach you.

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Does Elizabeth know your real names?” Teyla followed John and Amita back to Amita’s quarters.

“No,” John said, “and it kind of has to stay that way.”

“Do you not trust Elizabeth?”

“We do,” Amita said. “With our lives. But her not knowing our names doesn’t hurt her. It doesn’t change who we are, how we feel about Atlantis and everyone here. Whatever you call us, we’re still part of AR-1, and we still want to fend off the Wraith long enough to find a ZPM and call home for help, and then maybe we can turn the tide on them.”

Teyla watched them warily. Knowing their new names really hadn’t changed much, it was true. Apart from the fact of their names, they seemed no different.

Knowing Amita could read thoughts, however, was disconcerting.

Amita cleared off a space on her floor, found cushions for everyone to sit on.

“So,” Amita said. “Let’s talk about you reaching into other people’s minds.”

“Not other people - only the Wraith,” Teyla said quickly.

“But the Wraith can see into our minds and affect our perceptions,” Amita pointed out, which Teyla knew to be true. It was how they stalked prey effectively - they made their prey think they were safe.

“I want you to reach out to Shep and figure out what he’s feeling.” Amita nodded at John, who was sitting cross-legged on one of the cushions, his expression completely unreadable.

Teyla closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She thought of the tug she felt in the back of her mind when the Wraith were close, the cold feeling, their anger, their hunger. Could she find anything else?

There it was. A different sensation. Less cold. More - uneasy. Like a warm itch crawling under her skin. It was - worry. Almost fear.

And just like that, Teyla could feel - everything. Every emotion on Atlantis. Exhaustion. Irritation. Lust. Humor. Excitement. Boredom.

She screamed.

Amita was beside her in an instant. “Teyla, snap out of it. Teyla!”

“I’m going to get Heightmeyer and Beckett -”

“Get over here and shield her,” Amita snapped, and then John’s hands were on Teyla’s shoulders, and the world went silent.

Teyla came back to herself, doubled over, hands clamped over her ears, John shaking her and Amita crouched beside him, peering at her anxiously.

“You okay?” John asked, though whether it was aloud or from his brain Teyla wasn’t sure.

And suddenly she was looking at herself, and only it wasn’t like looking into a mirror, because the Teyla she was looking was still doubled over, hands clamped over her ears, and Teyla was patting her own shoulders nervously, only those hands were not hers, were a man’s, were John’s, were -

Teyla’s world went dark.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Walking Dead, Buffy Summers + any, rewrite of early season 6; how would things have gone with herding the walkers in the quarry away if Buffy had been part of that project?

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Jennifer Jareau, shoot to kill.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, by any means necessary.

FILL: SPN< Sam/DEan, fluff/true love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

‘All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.’

For Dean, he had both love and chocolate, and it was the best of both worlds. After a round of love making, he lay in Sam’s arms, snuggling with his brother as they shared a box of Godiva chocolates. Sam was a presence of love and warmth, and passion—all tan skin and strong, toned muscles, so damn gorgeous.

Dean slowly devoured the treat, savoring the rich, sweet deliciousness. Sam found himself captivated by the sight of Dean’s lips, so plush and wet, and soft, and he wanted to kiss him.

When Dean got down to the last piece of heavenly sweet chocolate, Sam couldn’t resist being playful; he snatched the treat out of Dean’s hand then placed it between his lips, and then he leaned in as Dean opened his mouth. Tiny piece by sweet piece, Dean nibble off bites of the chocolate until he reaches Dean’s pouty, soft lips, and he kissed him, hot and passionate and lovely sweet.

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean to hold him close as they kissed, “Love you,” he murmured softly.

Dean smiled brightly, whispering “Love you, too.”

So yes, Dean had both love and chocolate in his life, and it was a good life—it was all he could want or need.

♥ END ♥

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any(/any), any /& any, Can you calmly hand me all my things?
I think I need an aspirin
Better yet, I need to get up outta here
I gotta get my head right
Where the hell am I?
Who are you?
What'd we do last night?

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Borgias (any version). Cesare/Lucrezia. His ghost keeps her company.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead. Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon. Never too late.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy. Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd. I never broke any promises to you.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Jenny Calendar/Rupert Giles. "You'll get used to my strange ways."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time. Emma Swan/Neal Cassidy. Young love.



*extra virtual cookies for those who guess my theme today. ;)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, any, “I’m not saying I caused the Salem Witch Trials, but I caused the Salem Witch Trials.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Unsteady (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15619323) (1240 words) by helsinkibaby (https://archiveofourown.org/users/helsinkibaby)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NCIS (https://archiveofourown.org/tags/NCIS)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres
Characters: Ellie Bishop, Nick Torres, Jethro Gibbs, Timothy McGee
Additional Tags: Romance, Het, Fluff
Summary:

"What happened?" Ellie asks.
"You fainted," Nick replies. "Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”