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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: 2016-06-18 05:10 am (UTC)author's choice, any 'forbidden' love,
Is there a world for us,
a could-have-been?
Is there a place for us,
an almost-was?
FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran/Adrian
Date: 2016-07-27 03:25 pm (UTC)Deran gently placed his hand on Adrian’s lower back, little light touches, feeling the soft skin warm under his palm. He rubs circles around each knob of his spine, making his way up Adrian’s back, and it only takes a few strokes before the goosebumps rise on his lover’s skin.
He goes slow, taking his time as he brushes his way up the warm body, caressing over every inch of soft skin he could reach and murmuring quiet praise under his breath. Pretty blue eyes meet his gaze, Adrian watches him closely, soft, pink bottom lip caught between white teeth.
Any other time the touch would have ignited a passionate burn inside Adrian, however, now, the touch is more comforting and soothing than arousing; the air shimmers with gentleness when Deran whispers “I love you”, his voice so soft every whisper holds the grace of deep devotion and tenderness. Adrian felt warm and completely sated after a peaceful sleep last night where he lay safe and loved in his boyfriend’s arms, his mind still a bit hazy, happy as if he were floating somewhere special, a perfect heavenly paradise.
The bed is warm, it is too hot to sleep, yet when his boyfriend’s fingertips graze his freckled skin, a shiver tingle through him. Deran slides a little closer, cupping Adrian’s rosy red cheeks and leaning in to sweetly and gently kiss him. Adrian smiles into the soft kisses, still grinning fondly when he lays his head on Deran’s chest and snuggles up close to him. Deran is warm, soft lips pressing little kisses to his chest in heart shape patterns.
The summer day is too hot to cuddle, and yet Deran still tugs Adrian closer and snuggles him, tickles him even on that little spot under his ribs that makes Adrian belly laugh and holds him tighter, hand flexing on the cut of his hips. Nuzzling under Deran's chin, Adrian breathed in deeply, taking in the aroma of leather and whiskey; something akin to pure bliss fills his heart and brings a bright smile to his soft lips on this sunny summer day.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran/Adrian
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Date: 2016-06-18 05:10 am (UTC)Crisis (2014), author’s choice, who received the last text?
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Date: 2016-06-18 05:11 am (UTC)Crisis (2014), author’s choice, recovery
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Date: 2016-06-18 05:11 am (UTC)Crisis (2014), author’s choice, are any of the parents released? Charges dropped?
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Date: 2016-06-18 05:13 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice,
This is my crying tears into my coffee
So very glad you’re gone
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Date: 2016-06-18 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-19 12:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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From:Second Fill: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Daniel Jackson, doctor!verse
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Date: 2016-06-18 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:42 am (UTC)If I could make it up to you tonight
Would you ever let me love you like you did
Before the fight
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Date: 2016-06-18 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 09:59 am (UTC)Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
Fill
Date: 2016-06-20 10:52 pm (UTC)When Luke sees the man now known as Kylo Ren approaching, he knows he's about to die. He can think of no other reason for the other man to seek him out other then finishing his mission of annihilating the new Jedi. Luke thanks the Force he's sent Rey on a solo training mission and prays she first return until it's safe.
Ren moves toward him, lightsaber undrawn, but of course that doesn't mean he's not dangerous. For all his flaws, Ben had always been a strong Force user.
When drops to his knees some distance from him, Luke is surprised, and warier than ever. He reaches out with his mind, finds Ren's emotions roiling even more than those final days at the academy. He fingers his own lightsaber.
Ren looks up, face utterly torn. "Uncle Luke," he says in a broken tone the man has never heard before. And then the tiny, wild dream Luke has been fanning in his heart all this time comes true: Ben repents. He breaks down, explains what killing his father had done to him, how the knowledge of what he'd done had eaten at him until he finally woke and realized he had chosen the wrong path. He says that he desperately wants to come back. He begs for forgiveness, dropping his gaze again, supplicating himself.
Luke is overwhelmed but won't allow himself to show it. He would be suspicious, refuse to believe this sudden turn of events, but he knows immediately that Ren is telling the truth. Even now, he knows Ben, knows his face and speech and body language. The Force only confirms his sincerity.
Luke moves forward until he's standing right in front of the younger man. "Look at me."
Ren hesitates, then slowly does, barely daring to meet his eyes.
"You've done horrible things. Betrayed your family and friends. Enslaved, tortured, and killed innocent people." You hurt me more than anyone ever has.
Ren winces like each sin is a blow, his gaze dropping again.
Luke's voice gentles. "So did my father. But he redeemed himself in the end and saved my life. You've shown regret long before he did."
Ren makes a little frustrated sound. "How ironic that I am like him now, after I've chosen not to be."
"We're blood," Luke says calmly. "We don't have much choice but to be like him. But our choices are just as important. And how we follow through on them. If you want to change, you must do so in actions, not solely words and intent. You have much to atone for."
The kneeling man bows his head low in acknowledgement.
"Stand, Ben," Luke says, and the wide blue eyes that look up at him, the fragile spark of hope for redemption they hold, makes his heart twist. He offers a hand, and when the other hesitantly takes it, pulls him up into his arms. Ben crumples into him, tears beginning to fall now, and Luke only holds him tighter.
This is the beginning.
Re: Fill
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Date: 2016-06-18 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-18 10:20 am (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Patrick Sheppard. NASA.
Date: 2016-08-23 01:09 am (UTC)He closed his eyes as he finally relaxed, letting his head loll against the seat back, but he was soon woken by a tap on the shoulder and his father holding a cigar out to him.
Though tobacco had long been outlawed, his father never failed to have a few Stradivarius Churchills stashed in his study. He broke them out only for special occasions and business meetings, and John hesitated as he took it. Patrick only nudged it toward him again, saying, “Rodney survived and you got engaged. It's cigar worthy.”
John couldn't argue that; he took the cigar with a nod, lighting it with the match his father handed over. He took the first puff while thinking that Lam and Beckett would have his head if they knew, then took another and the thought was lost in the contentment of the moment.
He thanked William as a pair of tumblers, filled with well-aged whisky, were set down on the coffee table, and then said, “Thanks for letting us come out here,” once his father had taken a seat.
“It's your home, John. You're always welcome here.”
“Still, Dad... I know Rodney isn't exactly at his best right now, and I appreciate that you're not throwing us out.”
Patrick chuckled and took another puff, then, “You know, he reminds me of your mother.”
“Really?”
“So much,” he took a sip from his drink, putting his feet up on the hassock, and continued, “She had that same spirit before the cancer—a little sarcastic, a little bit of a temper, incredibly intelligent.”
“I didn't know that.” He really hadn't, but then his mother had died when John was all of ten and Dave was twelve, and she'd been sick for years by that point.
His father shrugged, taking another sip; he looked out toward the horse paddock, murmuring, “She'd like him.”
John gave a small smile. “I thought so.”
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Patrick Sheppard. NASA.
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Date: 2016-06-18 11:23 am (UTC)And it seems that every time
We’re eye to eye
I find another piece of you
That I don’t want to lose
Fill 1/3: Evan/Clone!Jack, artist AU
Date: 2016-07-11 04:45 am (UTC)Jonathan rolled out from beneath the Shely Cobra he’d been tuning up, wiped his hands on the rag hanging from his pocket. “I can give you a ride if you wait another thirty minutes.”
Sam beamed. “Thanks, Jonathan. At least someone people around here have some culture.”
But then Dad, elbow-deep in a Ford pick-up, said, “I thought you went by there yesterday.”
“You know me,” Jonathan said easily. “I like to take a long time, looking at art. Didn’t get to see all I wanted yesterday.”
That was true, so Dad shrugged and said, “You should be grateful, Sammy. Most boys Jonathan’s age wouldn’t put up with you.”
“I know,” Sam said. “Dean barely puts up with me.” But he smiled and added, “Thanks, Jonathan.”
“No problem, kid.”
For some reason when Jonathan called him ‘kid’, it was affectionate enough that Sam didn’t protest the nickname. Granted, Jonathan sometimes called people older than him ‘kid’, so maybe he didn’t mean it as an age-based nickname.
“I’ll come along,” Dean said.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You said you didn’t want to go!”
“But there will be hot artist chicks, right? So much more - open-minded and free-spirited than regular high school chicks.” Dean grinned, using the word ‘chicks’ to get a rise out of Sam, who was a staunch feminist.
“Are you sure?” Jonathan asked. “I know it’s not really your thing.”
“It is now,” Dean said, because anything that irritated Sam and made him pout fantastically was his thing.
“You know what?” Dad said. “Go, boys. Have fun.”
“But sir,” Jonathan began.
Dad shook his head. “It’ll keep till tomorrow. I told the guy to come back tomorrow afternoon. I was a teenager once - I understand what summer does to you. Makes you restless. Go, before you blow something up or scare good folk away with your bickering.”
Bobby, Dad’s business partner and one of the senior mechanics - he specialized in diesel engines - grunted his agreement.
“Let me get washed up,” Jonathan said, “and we can take my car.”
“Can I drive it?” Dean asked, a little too eagerly if the way Jonathan laughed was any indication. But he nodded and ducked into the little bathroom to change.
When he emerged, he looked - nice. Clean jeans, not like the dusty kind he wore to work on one of his hobby cars. Polo shirt. Black leather jacket. He’d even combed his hair, like he was -
Like he was going out on a date.
Jonathan hadn’t said a word about Evan since that incident at his apartment a year and a half ago, although Dean knew Jonathan was still buying his artwork, had seen new pieces up on the walls when he went over to hang out and play video games or work on the newest hobby car. Now that Jonathan had his own house, Dean liked hanging out there a little better. There was more privacy, and if he left all of his Academy application stuff - practice essays, fitness requirements, training schedules - there, well, it was just convenient was all. Jonathan had set up a nice little gym in the basement, and he could play drill sergeant even better than Dad. Jonathan was more like a grown-up than a teenager in a lot of ways, but the way he’d gotten taller and bought his own place and started wearing more grown-up clothes was...weird.
And now he looked like he was dressed up for a date, like he planned on meeting up with someone at the Art Festival.
Dean didn’t care if Jonathan liked guys, but he was worried about older guys taking advantage. Jonathan seemed like he was older that so often it was easy to forget he was actually younger than Dean by a few months, but he was still just a kid. Like Dean.
Not that Dean would ever admit that aloud.
So Dean cleaned himself up as best as he could, brushed his hair, and made sure he looked good.
Sam looked supremely unimpressed, but Jonathan let him ride shotgun when Dean took the wheel, so Sam’s mood lightened considerably.
Fill 2/3: Evan/Clone!Jack, artist AU
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Date: 2016-06-18 11:25 am (UTC)Fill: lawyer!AU TW: suicidal ideation
Date: 2016-06-25 06:21 am (UTC)Jack eyed Rodney. “What did you do, wake up this morning and say, ‘Today I'm going to ruin this man’s life’?”
Rodney threw his hands up. “For the last time, no! I know scientists have egos. Usually they're not that fragile.”
Sam pursed her lips and shared glances with Carson and Janet.
“At least he survived,” Daniel offered.
“And he’s not suing,” Cam added.
John put an arm around Rodney’s shoulders. “It's really not your fault. There was no way anyone could have predicted he’d react this way.”
“Eggshell skull rule,” Anne murmured.
John shot her a look.
“I was trying to be personable,” Rodney said. “That's a cool patent idea. Had an idea just like it back in grade five. How was I supposed to know that a, my grade five teacher kept every science paper I wrote, that b, she published them on the Internet or that c, some American inventor would look one up and not realize it was written by a child?”
“Meredith is an old-fashioned name for a girl or a boy,” Jonas said.
“It was written in crayon!”
“You were still using crayons in grade five?” Richard raised his eyebrows.
Rodney crossed his arms over his chest. “I wrote the paper during geography when we were supposed to be coloring maps of Canada.”
“How would you feel if the culmination of your life’s work was based on a ten-year-old’s daydream?” Elizabeth asked.
“Mine is,” Rodney snapped.
“Look, at least he didn't fire the firm,” John said. “Sam can handle the patent. The guy said he'd be back once the psych ward discharged him. I'll make sure Rodney’s not in the office when he comes by, okay?”
Elizabeth turned the newspaper over and his its garish headline about the attempted suicide of a prestigious scientist. “Back to work.”
Everyone turned and shuffled back to their offices. Rodney went into his and closed the door and didn't emerge for the rest of the day.
At four-thirty, John called Lorne into his office.
“Sir?” Lorne stood poised with a notepad and pen, ready to accept his assignment.
“I need you to track down Rodney’s fifth grade teacher and see if there are any more of his scientific papers on the Internet.”
“Just from fifth grade?”
“From any level of schooling, if he didn't authorize its publication.”
“Yes, sir. Mission objectives?”
“Vengeance.”
Lorne paused before he wrote that down. “Did you perhaps mean equitable redistribution of negative consequences?”
“Yes.”
“Very good, sir.” Lorne tucked his notebook away and produced, from seemingly nowhere, a gourmet chocolate cupcake, Rodney’s favorite. “Please give this to Mr. McKay. From Zelenka.” And he ducked out of John’s office.
If Lorne really was a robot, he deserved some kind of fancy upgrade. Laser eyes, maybe.
Re: Fill: lawyer!AU TW: suicidal ideation
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Date: 2016-06-18 11:25 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse, Family AU, TW: violence
Date: 2017-03-22 03:24 am (UTC)They pulled off at a gas station to refuel and stretch their legs. Even though it was late, they were all a little hyper on caffeine, and none of them felt the need to rest, and they’d set out a little later than intended, so if they wanted to make it to the Mitchell farm in good time to spend as much time as possible with Frank and Wendy, they needed to book it. Tyler, who didn’t often had occasion to drive, what with not having his own car, was pretty eager to take his turn at the wheel - and control the stereo.
Evan and Tyler helped Cam into his chair. Tyler as driver was responsible to fill the van and Cam and JD checked under the hood, made sure all the fluids were topped up and the windows were all clean. He, Cam, and JD were bickering good-naturedly while they worked on the van.
“You drive like an old lady,” JD said. “We’re on the highway. You can open her up a little bit.”
“Not all of us are speed demons and crazy zoomies,” Tyler said loftily.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Cam drawled.
Tyler turned his big brown eyes on Evan. “You’re with me, right? Best to drive safe and dependable. You were a cargo pilot. You get what I mean.”
“I do, but I also get what Cam and JD mean.” Evan smiled.
Tyler pouted. “You never side with me.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Evan said. He glanced at Cam, who was straining to wash the rear window. He nudged Tyler. “Go help your father. Anything in particular you want me to get?”
“Just more caffeine,” Cam said.
Evan nodded, pressed a kiss to his brow, and headed into the convenience store. He stocked up on everyone’s favorite sodas, grabbed a bag of chips and a bag of chocolate kisses to share, and then joined the line at the cash register.
The door opened, and he heard laughter drift in from outside. It was reflexive, to check his exits, check his surroundings, but it was just JD coming in.
“Windshield washer fluid’s running low,” JD said. “Need to top it up.” He headed for the auto supplies, then returned with a gallon jug of blue liquid, joined Evan in line.
The door opened again, and Evan heard Cam’s voice raised. He glanced over his shoulder. Tyler was probably just ribbing him a little. He glanced at JD, smiled. JD was scanning their surroundings too. He was getting taller, was still narrow in the shoulders, but he was definitely coming into some of his adult proportions. Jack O’Neill had been devastatingly handsome as a young man. Evan was looking forward to knowing JD in his prime. He smiled at JD.
And then he heard a howl of pain from outside when the door drifted open again.
He turned, frowning, instinctively reacting to the sound of someone in pain. As a teacher he was a mandatory reporter of physical abuse of a child, and -
Tyler was down on the ground next to the pump, clutching his face and screaming.
Cammie!
Evan’s heart leaped into his throat. He stepped out of line, scanned the filling stations and saw - Cam’s empty chair.
And seemingly half a dozen figures in a cluster. They were moving. Writhing. Thrashing. No, they were hitting. Kicking. Stomping.
Evan couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t -
He dropped everything and ran for the door. People shouted in his wake, but he didn’t care.
And then someone shot past him, a blur.
JD.
“Get Tyler,” JD snapped, and then he leaped into the fray.
Evan made a beeline for Tyler, dropped to his knees and gathered the boy into his arms. Tyler was sobbing, breath hitching. Blood poured from his nose, and his eye was blackening.
“Tyler!”
Tyler was sobbing too hard to speak.
Evan clutched Tyler close and held him, and he heard the sound of fists on flesh, grunts and curses.
A woman was shouting for someone to call 911.
Evan dared to look over his shoulder. JD was on his knees, cradling Cam’s head on his lap. Four bodies littered the ground. Evan knew with a certainty born of combat and war that all four of those young men were dead. JD was rocking back and forth and sobbing Cam’s name over and over again.
Fill 2/2: Stargate Multiverse, Family AU, TW: violence
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