pinch hit free for all

[tigriswolf]

Hi, everyone, here's a pinch hit free for all. Y'all know the rules. Have fun!

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Who has the stranger superstition

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, When they go offworld, somehow the Natives think Rodney is the "heavy" and John is the genius.

Fill 1/3 (plus some bastardized Stormlight Archive /o\)

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Teyla was alarmed when the locals separated her and John from Rodney and Ronon as soon as they stepped through the gate. They weren’t angry or threatening about it. A group of women swarmed Teyla and John, chattering excitedly, welcoming them to their world, and began herding them down the stairs and toward the palace. A group of men - tall, broad, strong, and wearing lacquered wood armor - greeted Rodney and Ronon, clapping them heartily on the back and asking about their weapons. They, too, were herded toward the palace.

John tried his best to smile pleasantly, but the women were all over him, poking at his tac vest and trying to smooth down his hair with their hands.

“Hey now,” he said, squirming away when a woman stuck her hands under his tac vest in an attempt to remove it, “personal space!”

“We have heard so much about you from our allies,” the chief woman said. All of the women wore ornate gowns with high collars and, curiously, had their left hands hidden in closed sleeves, though best as Teyla could tell they were not maimed or injured in any way. “We are honored you would dine with us. We wish to learn all about your world.”

John craned his neck to where Ronon and one of the men had fallen into an impromptu grappling match while the other men circled them and cheered them on.

“Don’t your, uh, gentlemen wish to learn all about our world?” he asked.

The women tittered behind their covered hands.

“No, that is not their domain, though we understand your confusion,” the chief woman said. She introduced herself as Marilena, wife of General Hourran, and continued leading them into the palace. Teyla and John were directed to divest themselves of their tac gear and weapons, were both subjected to a floral-scented face scrubbing, and then given little gloves to wear over their left hands. There was much giggling and consternation as the women struggled to find a glove that fit John’s hand, but eventually Marilena tied a handkerchief over his closed fist and secured it at his wrist.

“What’s going on?” John whispered to Teyla.

“I know little of this planet,” Teyla whispered back. “Only that these people are allies and have access to much-needed resources.”

“Are we supposed to eat one-handed?” John asked.

Based on Teyla’s observation, the women felt free to use their covered hands, had a lifetime of practice working around the way their dexterity was decreased due to a layer of cloth. “I do not think so.”

“Great. So, when can we get on with the eating and treating?”

“Patience, John,” Teyla murmured.

Prior to the banquet, Marilena took them on a tour of the palace libraries, which were filled with books made of fine paper and exquisite, colorful writing Teyla couldn’t read. She noticed many women in the library who were copying books, and Marilena greeted them all by name, her smile kind.

“What are Rodney and Ronon doing?” John asked.

The women kept giggling at him, and he looked very frustrated.

“I am sure the men are entertaining them suitably with games of combat and sport,” Marilena said. She patted John’s covered hand. “Have you seen our Ancestral writings? We believe this was actually written on your planet, for the images of the animals contained in it are strange to us. Could you tell us of these animals?” She guided John and Teyla toward a crystal display case where a codex - very unlike the scrolls used natively - was open on a stand.

John peered through the crystal pane. “Well, that right there, with the long nose? That’s a mastodon. Giant. Furry. With tusks. And that looks like a sabretooth tiger. Is that a...giant scorpion? Looks like it. A giant sea scorpion.”

The women gazed at him with wide eyes.

“It is true,” one of the women said. “You are very learned.”

“Thanks,” John said warily.

“I believe,” Marilena said delicately, “that the term you use is ‘genius’?”

John ducked his head. “Well, I did pass the test for MENSA, but - hang on. Who told you I was a genius?”

“Our allies,” Marilena said.

Teyla was immediately concerned. The only people who would know of John’s intellectual prowess would be the Genii, after having seen John solve the mathematical puzzle in pursuit of the ZPM.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, after a night of drinking, Rodney finally gets the real reason John never joined MENSA.

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

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They were each about six drinks in when Rodney (laying on the ground, staring at the starcover) asked, “Why didn't you join MENSA?”

And John blinked and answered, “My mother died.”

“Huh?”

A bottle of Ruus wine tilted dangerously, nearly splashing Rodney before John got the lip of the bottle to his mouth and took a long pull.

Fuck, yes. Who ever discovered Ruus wine was a genius.

“John?”

He sighed, dropping the now empty bottle near the other discarded ones, then flopped down so his head lay on Rodney's belly. “My mother... she was the one who really, really thought I'd make something of myself. Saw how I liked math puzzles and reading and everything,” he said, reaching for a few blades of grass, “She thought it would be good for me to take the test, said she thought it would open me up to a whole new world of people—“ he smiled there for a minute, fondly “—but by the time I got the test results...”

Rodney waited, waited, waited, knew there would be more.

“I was fucked up after she died. Couldn't be bothered with school and extracurriculars, much less MENSA. So I didn't join.” The grassblades twisted in his hand, the moisture from inside leaking onto his finger tips. “Kinda wonder sometimes if she would have been pissed about that, you know?”

“Doubt it.”

“How so?”

He shrugged, shirt riding up enough that a cool slice of earth touched heated skin, the sensation nearly derailing him. Thankfully, big brain, very good at holding onto elusive trains of thought. “Well, every decision you make has a bearing on where you end up, right?”

“Yeah, like laws of probability.”

“Yes, that. So if you joined MENSA, maybe you wouldn't have joined the Air Force. Maybe you wouldn't have been in Afghanistan...”

“Which kinda sounds like a plus from where I'm sitting, Rodney.”

“Hang on, let me finish,” he grumbled, fingers toying idly with John's hair then, “Maybe if you joined MENSA and was friends with the nerds instead of the jocks, if you went academic, then we might not have met. Or at least, we may not have gotten to Atlantis together.”

The furrowed brows made Rodney add, “I'm not saying the black mark was a highlight, but it got you to the chair.”

“Yeah, true. Still not exactly the best way to have gotten there. But I see your point.”

“Quite logically made, too. Given the amount of wine we've gotten through.”

“I think Teyla was hoping we'd do something obscene when she plied us with it.”

Rodney snorted, “She would.”

“Instead we talked,” John smirked, “like big boys.”

“We should make sure to tell Elizabeth.”

“Hmm, yes, we deserve gold stars.”

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, I will love you until my heart fails, and then I will love you in whatever comes next.

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Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Jr, Dumbledore was wrong — Voldemort could feel love. After all, anyone who hates can love, and Tom Riddle Jr hated quite a lot.

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Avengers movieverse, (ex)Winter Soldier, do you know the way hope burns? hope is the greatest cruelty of all

Fill -- set between CATWS and CACW

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He remembers, eventually, from the cascade of glass shards that are his memory, something his mother used to say: "Don't get your hopes up.". That was about childish wants, impractical in the light of reality. You want s bicycle? Don't get your hopes up, we need to pay bills first. Don't get your hopes up about going to the circus, it's almost time to buy new school clothes. Don't get your hopes up about anything, just be grateful for what you have and if anything good does happen, won't that be nice? They didn't call it the Depression for nothing.

Those long ago wishes--and their often unsatisfactory conclusions--seem almost laughable now. Because how many times was he thawed, and had a glimmer of his past and think that finally this time he was going to remember who he was? That kid who was disconsolate because they couldn't afford a dog and all the expense that went into it--he didn't have an inkling about what disappointment really was.

He has learned that hope can destroy as painfully as despair, and so he has developed the knack of not getting his hopes up. See, Momma? Little Jimmy is a big boy now. He makes plans, A,B and C, neatly labeled, preparing for the worst. Hope for the best? Never.

He isn't unhappy. He continues to elude Hydra's clutches. His memory is returning a little at a time. So, while his expectations for the future are modest, they are at least realistic.

And who knows? Maybe one of these days, he can have a dog.

...

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, once learned, it can never be unknown

Fill

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The Flash, Joe/Caitlin


Caitlin knows, in her heart of hearts, that she and Joe made the right decision. 

It was one night, they'd agreed. One night where her  heartbreak over losing Ronnie and reeling over Jay's betrayal and where his worries over Barry and Iris and Wally had driven them to the same bar at the same time. One night where they were the only two in the bar who could talk to the other unguardedly, each understanding - hell, even knowing - what the other was talking about, going through. One night where talking had lead to not talking had lead to her bedroom and she doesn't regret it. 

Not really. 

Except that it's hard to look at him now in STAR Labs and not admire the strength of his shoulders underneath his suit jacket, when all she can do is remember pushing both jacket and shirt off his body, tossing them carelessly on the floor of her bedroom. 

It's hard to see him smile when she knows what that smile feels like against her skin, to see his lips curve and know what they feel like against hers, remembering how she shivered as they tasted faintly of bourbon and mostly of her. 

She remembers how his breath hitched when he first slid inside her, remembers his worried frown at the little whimper she gave, the twinkle in his eye when she told him she was fine and ordered him to move already, damn it. 

She remembers how, when the world shattered around her, he held her and kissed her and touched her until she came back to herself. 

She hears his voice and she remembers it deeper, lower. Remembers how it sounded when he whispered her name, when he groaned his release against her neck. She remembers lying in his arms, watching the night turn to morning as they traded not talking for talking and kissing and savouring every moment. 

But it was only one night, they'd agreed. There are too many reasons why they could never be anything more than that and most of the time, Caitlin knows they made the right choice . 

She'd just forgotten that there are things that, once learned, can never be unknown and every time she looks at Joe, she wishes she weren't quite such a good student. 

And sometimes, when she sees him looking at her, she wonders if he thinks the same. 

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, “The plan is... to figure out the plan in the car. Let's go.”

fill: kylo ren's horrible idea, kylo ren/armitage hux + han solo, star wars

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"THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA REN!" Hux shrieked as he strapped into one of the passenger seats of the Falcon, "So we're just going to fly away with no plan or do you expect to do it while we're flying."

Kylo didn't answer. He remembered before Snoke took over his mind father taught him how to fly the Falcon. He remembered which buttons to push and which controls to navigate. He didn't have time to argue with Hux, he needed to get the damn ship in the air before the resistance invaded it.

"REN! ANSWER ME!" Hux yelled again.

"Shut up Hux," Kylo grumbled, "this was the plan...to make one as soon as we got into the air.....and besides lazer brain if it weren't for this you would be led to execution by now."

Ren pulled the lever and the Falcon shot up unsteadily towards the sky. Hux's eyes widened as the ship violently rocked beneath them. He found himself reaching for Kylo's arm involuntarily [even though he wanted to smack him] but the moment Hux gripped his bicep, the Knight of Ren growled and shoved it off out of annoyance.

"Well you're going to get me executed you fool," Hux growled, "you have your father tied up behind us, the husband of General Organa....this is considered a war crime."

Ren turned his head. His father, the great Han Solo was sitting in one of the navichairs. His hands were strapped to the armrests of the chair leaving him in place. He did not look amused.

Then again he was being held captive on his own ship by his son the dark lord and his war criminal boyfriend, who would be amused in this situation.

"Turn around and pay attention Ben," Han growled Kylo couldn't help but shudder being called by his birthname, "cause if you crash my ship..."

"SHUT UP OR WE'LL GAG YOU!" Hux and Kylo yelled in perfect unison.

Kylo turned his head and saw they were out of the planets atmosphere and in the vastness of space. Alright they needed a location to hide out for now. Kylo put the coordinates in the navicomputer to a remote location and prepared the ship for lightspeed.

"Where are we going Ren?" Hux questions.

"Tatooine it's run by Hutts," Kylo answered.

"THAT SAND INFESTED ROCK!"

"DO YOU PERFER BEING SENT BACK TO SNOKE IN A BODY BAG EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS WE'RE TRAITORS!" There was a pause and Hux furrowed his brow to the point where the muscles in his face were shaking. "I DIDNT THINK SO HUX!"

As Kylo pulled the lever to send the ship into hyperspace Hux turned to face his partner and folded his arms.

"I hate you...and don't say I know..." The general grumbled, "it's getting old."

"Oh yeah lazerbrain?!" Kylo growled, "you say you hate me now....but you will kiss me and let me melt that ice cold heart of yours!"

There was a loud laughter comming from behind them. Kylo and Hux turned their heads to face their prisoner. Han Solo was laughing so loud tears were spilling down cheeks.

Apparently their anger was amusing to him.

"So," Han quipped, "When are you two going to give me grandchildren?"

Kylo only groaned and slammed his head against the controls of the ship.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Why, Steven? Why would you wait until we're in my cramped little car to make a move on me, when you have that ginormous truck!"

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Love Song

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Grimm, NIck Burkhardt/Monroe, Their first kiss

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, “One hell of a morning has turned into a bitch of a day!”

Fill: lawyer!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Jack stepped into the break room for his mid-afternoon coffee, he was alarmed to see Sam, Rodney, John, Daniel, and Cam huddled around the table, hunched over their respective mugs of coffee and looking exhausted. It was only Monday.

“Everything all right?” Jack asked.

“One hell of a morning has turned into a bitch of a day,” Daniel said.

Jack vaguely remembered Daniel’s work cell phone ringing before the alarm clock even went off, Daniel grumbling and fumbling for it and then going tearing into the other room. Jack was pretty sure Daniel had talked nonstop through brushing his teeth, shaving, dressing, and driving into the office. He’d still been locked in his office when Jack arrived at a more human hour.

“How so?” Jack asked.

“Felicia jumped out of a window.” Daniel sipped some of his coffee, barely even seemed to taste it. “She was trying to run away from her mom’s house. Busted her ankle. Took a detour to the ER before ultimately being transported to the county jail. And guess what? She hates it there.”

“Surprise, surprise,” John said. “I just discovered that someone has been embezzling money from the Lantash Estate.” It was a bankruptcy he’d kept even after Anne took over Aiden’s caseload. “Been on the phone all morning with FBI agents from the white collar division. Damn math nerds with badges were no help at all.”

Jack knew John could do incredibly high-level math almost instantaneously, but he said nothing about John possibly also being a math nerd.

Rodney growled. “No better than the CDC. I told them the virus my client was attempting to patent was non-viable, but they shut down that birthday party anyway, and now some B-list celebrity is all over twitter, freaking out about how her toddler had the worst third birthday ever. He’s three. He won’t even remember.”

“The Internet is forever,” Sam pointed out. “And you will forever be the ruiner of toddler birthday parties.”

“You’re not one to talk,” Rodney snapped.

Sam sighed. “I know.”

“What happened?” Jack wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know, though.

Sam smiled tightly. “Nothing, sir. Just, you know, an issue of syllables.”

Jack was confused.

Daniel said, “Naquadah, Naquadriah.”

Jack winced. “Right. What about you, Mitchell? You’re looking like someone peed in your cheerios too.”

“Turns out my client who’s in jail and also going through a divorce - he gave his girlfriend power of attorney over him while he’s inside. I just found out that not only is she cheating on him, she’s cheating on him with more than one guy, and also she moved one of her ex-husband’s into my client’s house and is basically squatting there, and also her son is handling my client’s roofing business while he’s inside, and the kid is barely competent.” Cam stared glumly into his coffee mug.

Jack’s mind spun. “There are evictions to file, injunctions to file, police to call -”

“It’s all on my to-do list, sir,” Cam said. “I’m just, you know, dreading the part where I tell my client that his girlfriend is cheating on him.”

Sam nodded sympathetically. “It sucks when you have to be the messenger on that kind of thing for someone you know. When it’s someone you don’t really know, it’s...awkward.”

Jack stared at some of his best and brightest senior associates for a long moment. Then he said, “Barbecue at my place on Friday?”

“Booze, tonight,” Rodney said, “and lots of it.” The heated glance he cast John was the cue for everyone else to get back to their desks and keep on working.

Jack glanced at Daniel and thought of all the places he knew around the office that were more secure and more private than the storage closet.

“See you later, Daniel,” Jack said, but Daniel missed the meaningful waggle of eyebrows entirely.

Jack rolled his eyes. He’d summon Daniel to his windowless soundproofed office a little later.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

I know only time can heal scars
So I’m ready when you are, when you are

Fill 1/2: college AU, Teyla POV

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Teyla knew what Rodney was doing. He thought he was being subtle, and maybe compared to the other scientists around him he was subtle, but John picked up on the subtlest cues, half the time without even realizing it.

“We do not celebrate Thanksgiving in our homeland,” Teyla said. “We do have a post-hunt celebration with lots of food, but it is not connected to any historical sharing of food between two tribes.”

“Canadian Thanksgiving isn’t the same as the American one either,” Rodney said. “But a lot of the traditions have been adopted over time - turkey, stuffing, that kind of thing. I don’t get Canadian Thanksgiving off of school, but my sister and her family are kind enough to hold of celebrating till I can be there.”

They were crammed into what had become Their Booth at Grendel’s Den, sipping beers and eating burgers and sharing fries on another Friday night.

“We always just had a bucket of wings or something at my house,” Ronon said. “Grandpa can’t cook. Evan, though - he’s a really great cook.”

Evan accepted the compliment demurely. “My family never celebrated Thanksgiving either, mostly because they shunned it for its imperialistic and racist overtones. I learned to make all the traditional dishes, though. Now that I’m here at school. Radek had never had Thanksgiving, so we had to teach him. Right, Rodney?”

Rodney nodded.

Aiden made a low noise. “Grandma made the best stuffing you’ve ever had. I miss it all year round. And she only ever makes it once a year.”

Ronon grinned. “That’s the nice thing about Evan. He doesn’t discriminate about when to make stuffing.”

Through the entire conversation, Rodney kept shooting John hopeful looks, but John said nothing about his family or Thanksgiving traditions. Teyla knew John had no Thanksgiving traditions, because John had had no family.

“I have a whole week off for Thanksgiving, which is nice,” Rodney said. He lifted his beer bottle to his lips but didn’t actually drink. “What about you, John? You working that week?”

“I have that Thursday and Friday off because there are no classes.” John reached out to the central fries plate and snagged three fries, dipped them into a little dish of malt vinegar that the waitress always knew to bring them. “But there are classes till Wednesday, and messy college kids to keep after.”

Teyla was pretty sure that Rodney had no clue that John was on probation for multiple offenses and that he was in court-ordered therapy (that seemed to be making no difference). Rodney looked disappointed that John wouldn’t be able to go home with him for Thanksgiving.

Finally, Rodney abandoned subtlety. “What are your plans for Thanksgiving? Going to go see your family?”

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Any, Any,

It may sound absurd but don’t be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed

fill: you're only human, han solo/leia organa, star wars

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Takes place in my Legendary Heroine Verse (http://archiveofourown.org/series/392704)

"Hey you two should be asleep," Leia heard Han say to her, "Ben keeping ya up again?"

She almost jumped and began furiously wiping her tears as her husband made his way beside her towards the window. She didn't want him to know about how much the incident on Cloud City and finding out Vader was her father affected her. Han was still affected from being tortured and frozen in Cabornite for about an hour.

She felt as though she needed to be strong for him. Needed to be strong for their son growing inside of her. She couldn't cry, she was the rebllion's only hope to save the galaxy. She couldn't break down. She hoped she could at least look somewhat decent for her husband, but Han stepped in front of her his hazel eyes looked down in concern.

"You're crying.." Han said as he slipped his hand under her chin and lifted her head gently.

"It's just hormones," Leia lied.

Han's thumb rough started brushing away the tears that slipped from her eyes without notice. His other hand went to rest against her swelling belly rubbing his hand in a gentle circular motion, calming her and possibly Ben, down.

"You don't have to tell me what happened," Han said bending forward to kiss her forehead. "But you want to cry you are allowed to."

"No I am not," Leia muttered, "I am supposed to bring balance to the Force and defeat Darth Vader. I can't afford to cry. I am supposed to be strong and crying shows I am-"

Before Leia could finish her sentence Han bent down to kiss her gently on the lips. He sighed and bumped his nose against hers.

"Leia you may have the force but you are a human," Han whispered to her, "You are allowed to be scared. You are allowed to cry. The fact you express yourself like this shows me how brave you are and I couldn't be more proud of you and honored to know you are the mother of our child."

Leia looked up at Han. A smile had curled on her lips as she let the words sink in. The tears were still spilling down her cheeks but they weren't out of sorrow or fear...but happiness. She made a deep and elated sigh and rested her head upon his chest, hearing his heart steadily beat. Han hummed happily and began running his hands against her back and her stomach.

There was darkness but in it she had light. Her wonderful husband and son who would join them soon. And those things would keep her steady no matter how scared she was.

"I'm proud of you sweet Leia," Han whispered, "and I love you more than anything in this universe."

A deep smile formed on her lips as she gently kissed his chest where his heart beat. And with deep breath she whispered:

"I know"

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Any, any, sunny sunshine

The Flash, Barry Allen/E2 Harrison Wells

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Harrison is well aware of the furtive glances he gets, the fear and the hatred his visage elicits, the way the fabulous team at STAR Labs act like he's seconds away from becoming a man he isn't. A man he's repeated endlessly is nothing like him, except for their face they share nothing else. But if he tries he can understand them. They must feel the same pain he felt when Zoom took Jesse. And if it's even remotely like it, then he can deal with the occasional looks Cisco and Caitlin send his way.

Except there's Barry, ever optimistic and willing to trust him. To work with him. Barry who refers to him like the smartest man alive without a hint of irony. Barry who calls him Doctor Wells in this particular tone like he's fond of him or something. As if Harrison has done something extraordinary to earn his respect.

He doesn't know if he should be annoyed or pay more attention to the way his insides tighten when Barry laughs and smiles at him too much like sunshine, all sunny and easy.

He really doesn't know. But he tells Barry he's in charge when they're in the lab working together to mask the fact he's confused and that he's far from being in charge when it comes to Barry. To hide the way he can't really look away from Barry and that he wants to smile too when Barry reads an entire book in seconds. When he blushes if Harrison stares at him for too long.

He does anything to hide and keep Barry right next to him, willing to smile at him because he doesn't think he's bad news. To hear Barry say they're a team.

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Any, any/any, laughter and love

Fill: SG Multiverse, OT3 + Frank/Wendy and Ash/Cynthia

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Laughter and Love (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7265218) - an Oppie!verse Christmas.

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Any, any, "Is this the helpdesk? I need help."

Fill: SG Multiverse/SPN, monster hunter AU-ish

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The Rising and Setting of the Sun (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8264195) at AO3.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, coming clean.

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MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton + Melinda May, Fighting over who's going to pilot the Bus.

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Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Home repair takes on a whole new meaning in Atlantis.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, Singing bad music in the car on the way to school.

Fill 1/2: Oppie!Verse

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Evan would never admit it, but some of the most fun he had was singing in the car on the way to school in the mornings. Partially because JD and Cam, who had fine ears, couldn’t handle how off-key Evan, John, and Tyler were. And partially because their varying tastes in music were a great way to needle each other. Tyler was still pretty flinchy about the way they punched each other, but he’d figured out a new way to demonstrate his rough affection for the men in his life: song lyrics.

And bad song lyrics, to boot.

Whenever something in the house was disturbed and Evan or Rodney had questions about who was responsible, Tyler would sing out, I have a theory that it’s a demon.

When Evan was feeling saucy, he’d add, A dancing demon - no, something isn’t right there.

When it was Evan’s turn to drive, he abdicated his right to pick the music to Tyler (who still didn’t have a car but did have a license and as soon as he’d saved up enough to buy a fixer, he and Cam would be in the garage together at all hours getting it up and running).

Rodney took his own car the Mountain every day, so he escaped morning karaoke. Cam, John, and JD arranged themselves in the van, expressions wary, and Tyler claimed shotgun so as to exercise his radio privileges. What was it going to be today? Another dubious musical from a TV show? (Buffy had one. Sanctuary had one. They kept talking about one happening on Supernatural. Tyler adored Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.) Would it be a Disney musical? (John’s level of patience for those was incredibly low.)

Tyler hooked his phone into the van radio, and Evan heard John, JD, and Cam suck in sharp breaths. They probably didn’t even realize they’d done it.

Tyler turned on the radio, pressed a button on his phone, and music flooded the car. Horrible music. Rebecca Black’s Friday. Evan cringed, but he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the other three looking totally horrified, so when Tyler opened his mouth to sing along, Evan joined in.

JD actually whimpered, so Tyler and Evan sang louder.

When the song ended, Tyler thumbed through to another song, as cool and casual as can be. When One Direction flooded the car, JD and John buried their faces in their hands, but Cam - Cam sang along.

Halfway through the song, John lifted his head. “What if a girl did know she was beautiful, though? I mean, some girls do, right?”

“They do,” Evan said, “but a lot of times they’re -”

“Snotty,” Tyler said.

“Any less snotty than guys who know they’re good-looking?” John asked.

Cam paused, expression thoughtful. “I don’t know. I mean, there’s something deplorable about trading on your good looks alone, but being unaware of how good-looking you are can be problematic, too, right?”

Evan squinted at John in the rearview mirror. JD cast John a pointed look as well.

“What?” John protested.

“Never mind,” Evan said innocently.

“What?” John said again, eyeing Evan suspiciously.

“You’re just super oblivious to women sometimes, aren’t you?” Cam said. “I mean, I still don’t know how you even managed to marry one. If you went through the gate, you know you’d get kidnapped by alien princesses way more than Jackson ever did.”

Daniel Jackson was, Evan had to admit, a good-looking man.

Tyler disrupted the abrupt philosophical discussion by turning on what might have been the worst song in the history of the world.

“No!” JD cried. “Not the pon pon wei wei song! I’ll never get it out of my head.”

Just for that, Evan and Tyler bobbed their heads in unison and sang, “Pon pon wei wei wei, pon pon wei pon wei pon pon…”

JD muttered to Cam, “I cannot wait till the day Tyler gets his own car. Are you sure we can’t just buy him one?”

“Pretty sure,” Cam said.

Tyler danced in his seat, singing at the top of his lungs.

“Sort of sure,” Cam amended.

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The Martian, Mark Watney/Beth Johanssen/Chris Beck, PTSD and the paparazzi are not a good mix.

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Coincidentally, I'm already working on something that fits.

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MCU, Any +/Tony Stark, Cuddling Tony.

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DC, Barbara Gordon, seeing the look on little girls' faces when Batgirl tells them she has no super powers

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"Really?" The girl sitting on her lap asks breathlessly, awe obvious on her face. In her hand there is a newspaper clipping with Barbara in her suit after having stopped some robbers.

"Yes, Batgirl is just a regular girl like you all."

"Whoa."

A surge of pride and something warm makes its presence known when Barbara sees the faces of these little girls surrounding her, round cheeks and bright eyes, looking up at her, to her. Because one day they want to be like her. Even if they don't really know she's Batgirl. Their personal heroine.

For a moment she wants to tell them about the dangers of becoming a vigilante, warn them of the pain, of the scars that are more than just flawed skin. But decides it's better to let them dream, to believe they too can make their own decisions and be their own person. In this orphanage dreaming makes the difference between feeling trapped and keeping hope alive.

Maybe one day in the distant future when Gotham no longer has her or Stephanie or Harper or any of them, one of these girls will become one with the night and they'll keep safe everything that they love. Just like Barbara has always wanted.

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Doctor Who/Star Trek TNG, Ninth Doctor + Picard, Wolf 359 is a fixed point in time