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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: 2016-06-11 05:03 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, we’ve been the stars of this town since we were 17
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:04 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson,
If I never knew you
I'd be safe but half as real
Never knowing I could feel
A love so strong and true
I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:04 am (UTC)Marvel movies, Loki + Odin,
bruises fade, father, but the pain remains the same
and I still remember how you kept me so afraid
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:05 am (UTC)The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings (Jackson), any hobbit, history has its eyes on you
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:05 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, don’t fight me now ‘cause you might need me later
Fill 1/2: SGA + Night World, Teyla POV
Date: 2016-06-11 02:06 pm (UTC)The Marines didn’t know who was even in command anymore - Woolsey had given that task to Teldy, the official reason being that both the military commander and his 2IC were recuperating from injuries. Teyla knew John was not injured in the strictest sense of the word, but he was obviously in pain. Who was also obviously in pain was Rodney, who wandered the halls pale and listless, poking at his laptop and barely noticing when anyone snapped at him. Zelenka had tried to goad him into an argument more than once to get the old Rodney back, but Rodney was exhausted.
“Rodney,” Teyla said, catching him in the hallway with empty trays of food she had retrieved from Ronon and Evan, “are you all right?”
“He shut me out.” Rodney blinked dazedly. “I can’t reach him. I know he’s in agony, but I can’t get past his wall. I -” He shook his head and shuffled away, prodding his data pad with slow, hesitant hands.
Evan’s physical wound had been healed, but Teyla had seen the bleakness in his eyes when Carson finally deemed him stable enough to be released from the infirmary.
Woolsey put both John and Evan’s gate teams on stand-down until further notice, and Evan’s Marines skulked around the training rooms and commissary, eyeing the Marines who’d arrested Evan and Ronon with thinly-veiled anger.
No one was surprised when Walker, Coughlin, Stevens, and Reed got into a fight with what looked like the entire rest of the Atlantis Marines. Teldy waded into the fray, Vega and Mehra trying to help calm things down, but it wasn’t working. Teyla hovered on the sidelines, unsure of what to do other than to radio for Woolsey, see if he couldn’t shout some sense into them, because they weren’t listening to Teldy.
Teyla saw Rodney huddled with the other scientists in the corner of the commissary, watching the flying fists and cafeteria trays with wide eyes.
Woolsey arrived. “What is the meaning of this?”
The Marines’ answer was a flung cafeteria tray, which Woolsey ducked in a startling display of reflexes. Teyla immediately stepped up to defend him. Which turned out to be unnecessary, because Dr. Kusanagi, a tiny woman from an Earth nation called Japan, rose up, picked up a cafeteria tray, and smacked a Marine over the head with it. He wasn’t expecting it. He went down hard. Kusanagi darted into the fray, laying about her with the tray, and the Marines were so unprepared for attack from such a tiny woman that a good half of them went down before Woolsey managed to yell them into submission.
The Marines and soldiers picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and, at a command from Teldy, arranged themselves into ranks for a dressing down.
Woolsey cleared his throat, prepared to speak, and then the alarm went off.
Teldy lifted a hand to her radio at the same time as Teyla heard Chuck say, “Ronon and Major Lorne have attacked ops and are disabling the shield on the Stargate.”
“What? I haven’t authorized them for gate travel,” Woolsey said.
And suddenly Teyla understood. She cast a look at the Marines, most of whom were itching to go respond to the threat. Walker, Stevens, Coughlin, and Reed stood perfectly still, expressions grim and knowing. Satisfied.
Teyla ran for the nearest transporter. She arrived in Ops in time to see the wormhole open, the rush of blue not-really-water. Ronon had all of the Ops technicians backed into a corner, keeping them in place with threat of his blaster, while Evan typed at the control panel.
“It’s done,” he said. “Address erased from the database. Let’s go.”
He glanced over his shoulder at Ronon, who nodded, keeping his blaster trained on the technicians.
Teyla drew her pistol. “Stop!”
Fill 2/2: SGA + Night World, Teyla POV
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-11 05:41 am (UTC)Fill- Changes
Date: 2016-06-11 02:22 pm (UTC)Walter never really felt comfortable in airports. He hadn't been called “Radar” in almost 30 years, but he still felt that spike of adrenaline when he saw a plane coming in, that gut feeling that blood and pain was coming. Knowing that all the air traffic controllers got fired, and their replacements got thrown in with no training didn't exactly calm him down, either. So his first thought when his saw a guy across the airport bar that looked a lot like Frank Burns was that he was having flashbacks or something, and kept his head down and focused on the drink in his hand.
But a few minutes later, he came ambling up, and sure enough, it was Frank.
Frank clapped him on the shoulder as he approached. “Radar, how the hell are you, man!”
Walter tried to keep the shock out of his voice as he exchanged pleasantries. Frank was so relaxed and friendly, not at all the guy he remembered. Frank even cooed at Walter's latest grandson, which was enough for Walter to forgive anything that happened 30 years ago.
But then conversation turned to why they were there.
“You going to Hawkeye's release party too, huh? It will be good to catch up with the gang, the only one I ever hear from is Margaret,” Frank said.
Walter repllied, “I don't know that I'd exactly call it a party. I mean, I'm glad to see Hawkeye getting home, but his family is all gone and I don't know who's going to get him to take his meds. You haven't seen him since, right? He's pretty good now, with the meds and all, but you know Hawkeye. He doesn't exactly like to follow direction.”
Frank didn't seem bothered, pointing out that they wouldn't release Hawkeye if they thought he was dangerous.
“That's the thing, though. Reagan took away all the money for the hospital, they're all closing down. He doesn't have anywhere to go. I offered to have him come stay with me, and so did B.J. and Peg, but he really wants to go back to Crabapple Cove. And I don't think he really understands what it's like to live alone, after 30 years in that place.”
Frank rolled his eyes. “Reagan is an amazing man, and a truly great president. You should be ashamed of yourself! If they let Hawkeye out, it's because he's ready to go home. Now stop your moping and drink up, we've got a party to go to.”
Walter sipped his drink. Maybe Frank hadn't changed that much after all.
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Date: 2016-06-11 10:19 am (UTC)Dear Friend,
Forebear and cast an eye.
As you now are so once was I,
As I am now, so shall ye be.
Prepare to die and follow me.
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Where'er you are, I wish you well;
Whether in heaven or in hell;
But to follow you I can not consent,
Until I know the way you went!
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Date: 2016-06-11 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-11 10:26 am (UTC)Fill: "On Any Given Day"
Date: 2016-06-11 02:50 pm (UTC)He glances over at Hermione, seeing her red-rimmed eyes as she flipped through that book. Again. Looking for a clue she might've missed. On any given day, they would be back in Hogwarts, attending a class. Hermione would be waving her hand, ready with the answers. Ron would be rolling his eyes and hoping not to be called on. Harry squashes down the ache at Ron leaving them again. Whatever he feels, Hermione has to hurt worse.
Getting to his feet, Harry wanders over to her, taking hold the book and gently tugging it. "You need a rest."
She makes a noise of protest, keeping hold of the book. "Harry, I won't be able to figure this out without reading!"
"You won't be good for anything if you don't sleep." He pulls a little harder and this time, Hermione lets go. Her scowl is almost endearing but it fades the longer Harry looks at her. He closes the book and sets it down, not taking his eyes off Hermione. "Go lie down." He tries for stern but it comes out in a plea.
She huffs and drops her eyes, turning her face toward the table and the lantern on it. "All right. But just for a little while. I need - we need to figure this out." She stands up, too close to Harry, and their eyes meet again.
If this was any normal day, he'd smile and step aside, but today is not like those in the past. This time, Harry cups Hermione's cheeks before she can move. This time, he leans in and presses a kiss to her mouth. This time, there is only the slightest sound from her before she kisses him back and she wraps her arms around him.
This is not any normal day.
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Date: 2016-06-11 10:34 am (UTC)People tell me, you stay where you belong
But all my life I've tried
To prove them wrong
They say I'm looking for
Something that can't be found
They say I'm missing out
If my feet don't touch the ground
But there are moments
When you can't deny what's true
Just an ordinary day
Like when I met you
It's funny how life can take new meaning
You came and changed what I believe in
The world on the outside is trying to pull me in
But they can't touch me
'Cause I got you
("I Got You" by Nick Carter)
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Date: 2016-06-11 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-11 12:17 pm (UTC)Stargate Multiverse, Any, Hospital AU.
Fill: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: 2016-06-12 07:27 am (UTC)Keep It Professional (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7175687)
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Date: 2016-06-11 12:17 pm (UTC)Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Drinking game.
Fill 1/2: band!AU, more unrequited McShep (sorry! /o\)
Date: 2016-06-11 02:52 pm (UTC)“Because we need to be inspired, and alcohol is a great way to loosen up, free our minds,” Rodney said.
“Why do we need to be inspired, though? You’re our songwriter.” John wasn’t being deliberately obtuse, but the look Rodney cast him told him he had been all the same.
“Look, which song was a hit with The Snakeskinners’ lead guitarist? Ronon’s. Contrary to popular opinion, my ego does not in fact cloud my judgment, and if we want to reach a bigger audience, we need a more diverse sound, so the rest of you need to write songs too.” Rodney unscrewed the cap on the bottle of whiskey and began pouring shots.
“Easier said than done, as you’ve so often pointed out,” John said. “Not every musician is a songwriter.”
“What’s this drinking game we’re playing?” Ronon asked.
“Yes, tell us the rules,” Teyla said, and John felt betrayed. He cast Jennifer a look, but she shrugged helplessly, then smiled fondly at Rodney.
John had done a lot of stupid things in the name of his ridiculous crush on Rodney, but he felt like this was going beyond the pale. He accepted the shot Rodney poured for him, though.
“It is a variant of spin the bottle,” Rodney said.
John made a face. “What is this, middle school?”
“We’re not actually kissing each other,” Rodney said, “which is a moot issue anyway, since we all kissed each other at Kaleb Miller’s house party that one time sophomore year in his puerile game of Spin the Bottle.”
John searched his memory frantically. “I don’t remember kissing you.” He remembered drinking too much at Kaleb Miller’s house party because it had been two days after he’d heard the news about his mother and he’d been under strict orders not to tell anyone till his father’s staff had a press brief written.
Rodney rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it was as repulsive for you as it was for me and you blocked the memory out.”
John flinched.
Teyla winced and cast him a sympathetic look.
Ronon shook his head. He’d been after John to tell Rodney about his feelings for weeks now, ever since The Snakeskinners concert. That was out of the question.
“You’ve told us what the game isn’t, but not what it is,” Jennifer said, and was much as John was fiercely jealous of her, he was grateful for her kindness, even if she was unaware of when she was being especially kind to him.
“Musical quiz!” Rodney said. “I have a pre-selected playlist of songs. Anyone who cannot identify a veritable music legend within the first ten seconds must take a shot. The game’s fold is two-purpose. One: remind us of great music. Two: free our minds.” He waggled his cell phone. “Let’s go!”
“But you’re not going to get drunk at all, because you know all the songs.”
“On the contrary,” Rodney said, “if all of you can identify the song, then I will take a drink.”
“Fair enough,” Ronon said.
John’s phone buzzed. He scooped it out of his pocket it to silence it completely and set it aside, but then he saw the text message was from Dave.
Come home now.
Beneath the text message was a picture. A partially unfolded letter. There was some kind of official logo in the top corner. John unlocked his phone and tapped on the picture, zoomed in on it. He recognized the logo, scanned the letter.
His throat closed.
He stood up. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“Let me guess,” Rodney said. “Family emergency?”
Jennifer reached out to him. “Are you all right?”
John swallowed hard. “Yeah. Well, no, but -”
“You’ve looked really tired lately,” Jennifer said, and damn her perceptive pre-med eyes.
“We all are, I’m sure. I’m sorry. I’ll try and write a song, I promise.” John scooped up his keys and wallet and ran for his car.
Fill 2/2: band!AU, more unrequited McShep (sorry! /o\)
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