Monday: AUs

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m adamas, taking the wheel for this week for the first time, and today's theme is Alternate Universes. Prompts can be anything, so long as they relate to a somehow alternate universe for the fandom.

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 examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, Any/Any, hippies in the 1960’s
+ Firely, Mal Reynolds, he’s still a Captain, but of a ship in the Navy!
+ MCU, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, coffeeshop AU

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

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.

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[adamas.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, coffeeshop AU

Fill

[alba17.livejournal.com]

“Who left coffee grounds in the sink again?” Tony Stark stared at the offending substance with a face that said he despaired of the future of humanity. “Come on, people, this isn’t a pig sty. This is gonna be the best goddamn coffeeshop in New York and we better act like it.” He dramatically pulled on plastic gloves in preparation for cleaning.

“Er, that was probably me,” Bruce said, scratching the back of his neck. “Got so wrapped up in trying to perfect my super secret latte recipe, forgot to clean up. Sorry.” He put a hand between Tony’s shoulder blades. “Don’t worry about this. I got it.”

“Oh, it was you.” Tony gave him a quick, affectionate kiss on the mouth. “In that case. Anything for the master barista. I’m serious. You need anything, just let me know. Organic, bird-safe, fair trade, raised by fairies, you got it. Need some puppy dog tails, lizard tongues? Throw that in too.”

Bruce grinned lopsidedly and shoved Tony out of the way with his hip. “Outta here, Stark.” Eyebrow raised, he added, “And I’ll keep that in mind. I got some ideas up my sleeve that call for some pretty exotic ingredients.”

“Fantastic. The more pretentious, the better.” He paused. “So. About that super secret latte. Will it be ready by the time we open?” He looked at his watch. “In about, say, two days?”

Sponge in hand, Bruce froze. “I thought you said next week?”

Tony whistled and looked the other way. “Needed some cash flow for another project. Had to bump up the time table. Hope you don’t mind.”

“To-ny. I’m not ready! We’re not ready! I still have to a train a couple of baristas, we don’t have any cleaning staff…” Bruce ran a hand through his hair. “And the secret latte—no, damn it, it’s NOT ready. Tony, why do you always do this? You run roughshod over everyone’s plans, you think you can go it alone…” Bruce stopped, meeting Tony’s gaze with a frustrated look.

Tony came over to him and took his wrists. “Bruce. You can do it. I have every faith in you. You’re the best and that’s why you’re here.” He put a hand on Bruce’s cheek and adopted his best puppy dog eyes. “And not just ‘cause you’re sleeping with the boss.”

“Aw, fuck you, Tony, really.”

“Seriously, though. Two days is plenty of time. We’ll pull an all-nighter, perfect the super secret latte and everything else on the menu. I’ll bring the confidence, you bring the expertise. There’s a reason I fell in love with you and half of it’s your mind.” He ran his eyes down Bruce. “Well, a quarter. Maybe even an eighth.”

Bruce looked down at the floor and sighed long and hard before raising his head with a resigned expression. “God damn it, Tony. You’re impossible.” He took Tony in his arms and kissed him on the cheek. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They embraced tightly. “To be honest,” Bruce said, “the super secret latte isn’t that far from perfection. I just panicked.”

Tony pulled back to grasp Bruce by the shoulders. “I knew it. That’s why we’re good together. You need someone to push you.” He wiped his hands together. “So. Let’s get to work. What you got?”

“Well, I was trying to figure out a way to incorporate mint…and I really wanted something with a green color…”

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton/Aaron Burr, modern politics.

[adamas.livejournal.com]

UnREAL, Rachel Goldberg/Adam Cromwell, Jane Austen-era England-esque.

no Fill

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

OMFG I LOVE UNREAL!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ any, hooker au

Not a Fill Yet

[aivix.livejournal.com]

But I see this.

[squidgiepdx]

Any, any slash couple, one of them works in an adult 'space' (bookstore, leather bar, etc)

Not a fill either

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But a while back Bru posted something similar, and I did a McShep fill (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/699131.html?thread=92177659#t92177659) for it

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John's a motorcycle cop and pulls Rodney over

Not a fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But John is a cop, and he pulls Rodney over: But I Know Where I Am (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6475513)

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan is a technician that shows up at David's house to install the cable (very gay porn cliché!)

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

David opened the door. "Sorry, running a bit behind today." He was in khakis and an undershirt and had his toothbrush in his mouth and his hair needed to be combed, but he'd been up all night on the phone commiserating with his brother who was going through a divorce and slept through his alarm. At least his boss didn't care what time he made it into the lab.

He stared at the man on his doorstep and cursed his pathetic alarm. He yanked his toothbrush out of his mouth and tried to wipe the toothpaste away, ended up swallowing it down (yuck!).

"Good morning. I'm Evan, from Atlantis Cable. I'm here to do an install for David Parrish?" Evan wasn't tall, but he had broad shoulders and bright blue eyes and those coveralls weren't flattering on anyone, but the way the fabric was taut across Evan's chest was delicious. Evan consulted his clipboard and smiled at David.

"That's me." David wiped his hands on his pants. "Come in, please."

"Thanks." Evan had dimples. He turned away and bent down to scoop up a massive metal toolbox, and David sucked in a slow breath, because damn, that ass.

Evan straightened up and hauled the toolbox into the house, and David admired the flex of his arm muscles.

"Where's your television?" Evan asked.

"Here, in the den." David led Evan into the den, which thankfully wasn't terribly messy.

Evan set down the toolbox. "I might need to rearrange some things, if you don't mind."

"Of course. Do what you need to do." David smiled nervously. "Do you need me to hang around, or...?"

"Well, you can't leave me alone in your house, but feel free to get on with your morning routine." Evan smiled. "I'll need you to sign off on the order once the install is done, but this should only take half an hour, tops."

"Great." David could go make and himself presentable and get some food and maybe take a cold shower, because Evan was heaving the entertainment center aside and David really, really needed to stop staring at the cable guy. For reals. This was like a bad porn movie.

"Sure you don't need any help?"

"I assure you, I'm a competent professional," Evan said mildly. "I know how to handle my tools."

David, halfway back to his bedroom, paused. That sounded like a line. He had the sudden notion that this was a prank by the others at the lab. For being such a mild-mannered botanist, Katie had a wicked and sometimes filthy sense of humor, and she would totally send a stripper to his house under guise of a cable install.

Only David really had ordered a cable install - his brother was moving in and needed some entertainment while he moped and looked for a new job - and Atlantis Cable really was the company he'd called. But he'd told Katie about ordering cable, and she somehow knew an inordinate number of exotic dancers and escorts who seemed to have no problems doing outlandish things to embarrass David.

He edged back into the den and peered around the corner. Evan had tools arrayed on the carpet and was wedged behind the television, humming to himself and doing what looked like actual work.

David hurried back to his room and into the ensuite to finish brushing his teeth and combing his hair.

He set the coffee maker going and wolfed down a couple slices of toast and dithered between texting Katie and demanding whether she'd sent a stripper to install his cable or gushing about how hot the cable guy was. He had drunk one cup of coffee and felt more lucid - and very jittery - and was about to start on his second cup when Evan called for him.

"David? I think you're about good to go. Come on over here and let me show you how to use the remote."

David narrowly avoided spilling coffee down his white shirt before he dashed into the den.

"Yes?"

Evan had put the entertainment center back and packed up his tools and was holding the remote. The TV was on and displaying some fancy guide screen with the actual programming in a small window in the corner of the screen. David, who'd had basic cable all his life, was intimidated by the remote Evan held out, which looked more like the control panel for a space rocket than a TV remote.

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Free!, Haruka Nanase, Poetry AU, "I only write free (verse)."

[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Fraser thinks he's going for an administrative position interview, but due to a mixup, ends up in Ray's office who is looking to hire a (your choice).

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, space AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, phone sex AU

Fill 1/2: also college AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John was startled out of a linear algebra problem by a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door inched open, and his unfairly hot roommate Rodney (all of his roommates were unfairly hot) poked his head into the room.

"Hey, can I come study in here?"

John glanced at his room, which was neat but also barely bigger than a monk's cell, with a desk and a bed and a closet all crammed into a ten by fourteen space. He'd managed to cram a mini fridge and microwave under the desk, but there wasn't a lot of room, and he liked to spread out while he worked, so he had his textbooks and binders strewn across his bed.

"Sure, if you think you can find space."

"Thanks." Rodney sat down at the desk with his textbooks and binders. "You shouldn't study on your bed, you know. That'll make it hard to sleep. Beds should be for sleeping and sex only."

Rodney and bed and sex all in one sentence was a bit too much for John's overworked brain to handle. He shifted his binder on his lap as subtly as he could.

"Well, I dream of math anyway, so -"

Rodney rolled his shoulders (he had great shoulders). "I know how that goes."

"So, no offense, but why my room? Usually you take over the couch."

"Evan's on a call," Rodney said.

John raised his eyebrows. "In the den?"

"He's working on a wide landscape for his oils class," Rodney said, "and he needed space to spread out and put down the initial pencil lines."

John and Rodney had two other roommates, Evan and Cam. Cam was an engineering major and seemed to spend most of his time in the engineering lab finding new ways to attempt to blow himself up. John was pretty sure he could count on one hand the number of times he'd actually seen Cam. Evan was an art major who was also an independent contract for some 1-900 business. Usually he took calls in his room, but sometimes his artwork required more space.

"Right," John said.

"Not that I have anything against Evan being a sex worker," Rodney said hastily. "It's just -"

"Weird," John said, and Rodney nodded. Evan had been up-front about his job before they'd moved in. It offered him flexible hours and really good cash, and it wasn't like he was bringing potentially dangerous strangers back to their apartment, so John didn't mind. But the first time Evan had come wandering out of his room with his headset on, narrating a frankly filthy scenario about going down on a woman, complete with theatrical moans, and microwaved himself a few frozen burritos, had been downright bizarre. He'd even nodded and smiled at John between sentences, then wandered back into his room with the burritos.

John had seen Evan grading drawing 101 assignments while on a call, eyeing shading exercises of an apple critically while encouraging some guy to jerk himself off faster, and it was - a bit of a cognitive dissonance, really. Evan hadn't looked turned on at all, looked frankly bored with some of the calls, but the things he was saying and the way his voice was pitched made John hot under the collar.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Theater AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Carnival AU

Fill 1/2: SGA, pre-McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When the last patron exited the gates, Rodney heaved a sigh of relief. Richard, the ringmaster, tugged off his top hat and drew his handkerchief across his brow.

"All right," he said. "Lock it up."

Teyla, Ronon, and the rest of the acrobats set about gathering up their ropes and trapezes, and Markham and Ford and the rest of the clowns helped them lock down the big top.

Evan, who did face painting and miniatures and caricatures for money, was also in charge of the kids who ran the game booths. He supervised them locking up their booths and counting at the cash, using the promise of his homemade stew as a reward for swift work. The children loved him. Rodney was glad he didn't have to spend too much time in the children's company.

He was part of the freak show. Unlike some of the actors in the side show, he was a normal human, but his skill in science and engineering allowed him to be the Illuminated Man, who walked in lightning.in a small caged room (supplied with generators Rodney had built and designed himself). Anne was always cold and miserable after a day in a wet tank as a mermaid. Todd spent hours every night getting out of his pale vampire make-up, that he'd have to spend hours getting back into the next morning.

Rodney let himself out of his cage - he had to be able to get out in case of a technical malfunction - and went to help some of the others out of their cages. He released Todd first, because it took two to help Anne back to her tent while she was still wearing the mermaid tail.

And then, like every night, he went to release John.

John remained huddled in the corner of his glass-walled cell, refused to look at Rodney or even talk to him.

John was a genuine freak, had been sold to Richard when he was a teenager. He was featured as the Lizard Man, because of the blue scales that adorned his skin, his one clawed hand and his yellow eyes, but Zelenka, a zoologist who was a fire eater under the big top, said he thought John's non-human features were more insect than reptile.

"Your door's unlocked," Rodney said, like he did every night. "I hear Evan's making stew, if you're interested."

He knew John had to come out of his cell sometime, because Evan set aside a portion of supper for him every night, and every night it got eaten, but John didn't move.

"Hope your day wasn't too bad," Rodney said, which was stupid, because grubby-fingered children pounding on the glass walls and shouting for The Freak to move was thoroughly unpleasant.

John flicked a glance at Rodney briefly, then looked away again. Rodney wondered if he could talk at all. He drew the curtain around John's cage and turned away, headed for the mess tent.

He ate with Evan, Ronon, and Teyla, listened to their tales of stunts almost gone wrong and ugly people who couldn't handle the truth of their own portraits, and he thought about John. John had been with the carnival since before any of them had arrived. Richard was kind to him, paid him, never let any of the crew speak ill of him, but no one knew anything about him, other than his own parents had sold him and he barely seemed human.

After supper the clowns were in charge of washing up - acrobats the next night, freaks after that, carnies after that - so Rodney went back out to his cage to check on his machines, make sure none of them had been too damaged by inquisitive children whose parents failed to control them. He grabbed his toolbox out of his trailer, changed into work clothes, and set to work.

He was adjusting some wires when he heard...music.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters, Raphael/ Simon Lewis, Hogwarts au

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Benny/ samandirel , dog shelter au

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Explain to me again why my baby smells like wet dog." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's all his fault," Benny said, pointing to Sam.

Sam was cuddling the puppy. "Hardly. I was there to make a charitable donation for tax purposes. Benny's the one who got the puppy."

Dean took a deep breath. "I'm going to count to ten. If someone doesn't explain right the hell now why we have a dog, I'm going to start shooting."

Sam said, "Samandriel."

Dean blinked. "What?"

Benny was blushing.

"The volunteer at the shelter. His name was Samandriel. Big blue eyes. Freckles. Benny was smitten. And now we have a dog."

"Benny?" Dean's tone was low and dangerous.

"I have a date on Friday," Benny offered weakly.

Dean threw his hands up. "Fine. Whatever. Just housebreak the thing."

And he walked away.

"So," Sam said, "what are we calling your new dog?"

"Rufus," Benny said.

Sam sighed. Rufus would be pissed when he found out.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (or Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers), library!AU

Fill, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers+cameos, Friendly Wager

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

The life of a librarian is more chaotic than someone on the outside might think. Staff levels were often so low that if two people with the same job title called in sick on the same day, coverage for all the appropriate desks became something of a challenge. Today was going to be one of those days, Steve Rogers mused as he sat down at the reference desk in preparation for the day's opening.

He nodded at their security guard, James (though everyone called him Bucky), and wondered who was going to be manning the front reference desk with him since Peggy and Pepper had called in this morning.

He was very surprised when the door to the backroom opened and Sam Wilson (practically strutted) over behind the desk and dropped into the chair next to him, slacks that were a bit too tight for the Technology Services Supervisor but no one had filed a complaint yet. Steve certainly wasn't about to.

"Boy it must be bad if they're sittin my ass out here"

Steve frowned at the language and Sam leaned back in the chair.

"Told you Pepper would call out, Tony's probably set their house on fire. Pay up" his smile was wide, and widened still when realization hit Steve.

"I can't pay up, we're in public" Steve whispered, horrified, face turning a red that competed with the shade of his sweater. Sam wasn't about to let him off the hook. Steve had a moment's reprieve while Sam was helping a bespectacled man with wild hair find a book on genetics.

Sam was still smiling a gorgeous, teasing smile when he returned. He walked behind Steve to check the printer queue, hip brushing Steve's shoulder and the top of his spine. Steve squirmed in his seat at the intimate contact in the public venue. Steve wasn't comfortable with public affection, especially at work, and Sam had to admit he liked pushing Steve.

"Can't? Oh that means you get to help me with the cataloging software migration Pepper tried to foist off on me, and you still have to fulfill the...other terms. Say, your place 7?" Sam looked entirely too happy and Steve nodded. The dry data entry for the software migration wasn't going to be so bad.

It was the star-spangled spandex he'd promised to wear if he lost that was.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, dog-walker!Clint

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Darcy Lewis/Sif, flight attendant!Darcy AU

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Darcy is measuring teaspoons and water to make coffee when the light blinks...Again. Jane looks up and sighs, she looks tired. It's a twelve hour flight and they've been delayed because of the weather.

"I'll take this. You sit down, I don't want to end up on YouTube once you pass out face down on an unsuspecting passenger," Darcy says.

"Please, you'll be the one shouting flight attendant down."

Darcy shrugs. "You know me too well."

The woman on 12 C, a seat adjacent to the aisle, is looking from the front to the back of the plane, like she's looking for something. This is about the fifth time Darcy has had to come over --although she has to confess she's done it out of her own free will to see what she can do to help her--she straightens up once Darcy is by her side. The guy in the window seat is deep asleep, head reclined against the window, drool forming around his mouth.

"Anything wrong?" Darcy asks with her best professional voice. She blinks green eyes up at her. She's cute and gives the impression of strength.

"I think the port for the headphones is faulty," she says. The accent was the first thing Darcy noticed, she's kind of a sucker for accents.

"Let's see." Darcy leans over to check the port, being careful not to overstep any boundaries. The woman's knees bumping into Darcy's legs every once in a whole. Turns out there's nothing wrong with it, the volume of the small TV-screen playing is on mute.

"I'm sorry I keep bothering you," she says, smiling apologetically. Darcy doesn't know how to tell her she's the best thing about this flight, with her long lashes and soft looking hair and white teeth and...Everything.

For the reminder of the flight Darcy goes back to 12 C two more times and learns that her name is Sif and that she prefers tea. Unique and so fitting.

On baggage claim Darcy makes a decision, her suitcase rolling behind her, she walks to a brisk pace over to where Sif is waiting for her own.

"Here," she says, handing a good old piece of paper with her phone number to a very surprised Sif. "In case you also need some help on the ground."

Sif bites her lip, narrowing her eyes. Darcy almost pumps her fist in the air when she pockets the paper. "I think I am going to need done help. Do you mind showing me the closest restaurant. I'm famished."

"Of course. I aim to serve."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Alphonso Mackenzie/Joey Gutierrez(/Leo Fitz), spaceship!AU

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne, firefighter!AU

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The last thing Evan remembered was the ceiling collapsing on him.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was...kittens. Lots and lots of gamboling kittens.

“Am I in heaven?”

He tried to talk, only there was a tube down his throat, and as soon as he realized it, he started choking.

The kittens shifted and resolved themselves into scrubs. Scrubs worn by a massive man with a fascinating geometric tattoo on one forearm.

“Easy there, lieutenant,” he said. “Now, what was that?”

Evan blinked blearily up at the man, who had sparkling brown eyes and incredible golden skin and dreadlocks and looked like a man Evan had once seen on a calendar comprised entirely of Hawaiian surfers. Or possible Hawaiian firemen. Evan had posed for a firemen calendar once.

Evan was a fireman.

“Am I in heaven?”

The man chuckled. “What makes you say that?”

Evan batted at the kittens, still a little confused. “Kitties.”

“I’m usually down in pediatrics,” the man said, “but they needed all hands on deck for the aftermath of that fire.”

Fire. Building. Following John. Trying to get those kids. Ceiling falling in.

Evan sat bolt upright. “John!” Agony lanced through his skull, and he started coughing, couldn’t breathe.

The beautiful man pressed a cup of water to his lips, gently urged him to drink. “Easy, easy. Captain Sheppard’s fine. Everyone’s fine. No one died in the fire. No one really got hurt - except you.”

The cold water burned at first, but then it was soothing, and Evan drank it down greedily. Then he sank back, limbs feeling loose and rubbery.

The other man set the cup aside. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Um...my birthday?”

“Is May twenty-fifth your birthday?”

“No.”

“Why would you think today is your birthday?”

“Because you’re my present.” Evan beamed, pleased with this leap in logic. He’d been injured in a fire, he was laid up in the hospital, and Teyla and John and the rest had sprung for a really nice get well gift for him.

The man raised his eyebrows. “I’m gonna go get the doctor, lieutenant. You sit tight.” He turned to go.

Evan pouted. “Wait, what’s your name?”

“Nurse Dex.”

“‘Bye, Nurse Dex,” Evan said sadly, waving.

The beautiful man laughed again and vanished.

And Evan fell asleep.

When he woke up, John, Chief O’Neill, his mom, and his sister were all standing over him.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Lorne,” John said.

Evan blinked. “Where’d the pretty nurse go?”

O’Neill laughed. “He’s going to be just fine.”

Mom stroked his hair. “Evan, sweetie, you gave us quite the scare.”

“Just doin’ my job,” he mumbled, blushing, because his captain and his boss were right there.

“As soon as the doctor says it’s safe for you to go, you’re coming home with me,” Mom continued. “Tally and I will take care of you.”

Tally grinned wickedly. “So, who’s this pretty nurse?”

Evan said, “I think his name is Dex.”

“You mean Ronon?” John raised his eyebrows.

“Did you need something?” The beautiful man appeared in the doorway. He smiled when he saw Evan. “Good to see you awake, lieutenant.”

Evan beamed at him. “Will you go out with me?”

“Maybe ask me again when you’re not suffering from a concussion and smoke inhalation.”

“Okay.”

The beautiful man departed, and Evan watched him go, forlorn.

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Way to carpe diem, lieutenant.”

“Thanks, captain.” Evan yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Hey, where did the kittens go?”

The others laughed, and Evan slipped back into sleep, fading into happy dreams of kittens and beautiful men and blue, blue skies.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki, Hakkai/Sanzo, Victorian AU

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Wars Special: C-3PO, C-3PO/Omri, a world where Omri survives

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Mistborn Trilogy – Brandon Sanderson, Kelsier/Vin/Elend, Kelsier survives

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: TFA, alwaysagirl!Kylo Ren +/ Any, Kylo is born a girl

mini fill: kylo ren + rey

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Rey was shocked when Kylo Ren took off the mask. By the Dark Lord's voice she expected the Knight of Ren to be an old and decrepit looking creature. But the person standing before the scavenger shocked her.

Kylo Ren was a female with delicate looking features. A pale round face. Lush red lips and long curly black hair. And her eyes, dark and mysterious.

Rey always thought that women were gentle and delicate creatures not capable of being so evil. But with the creature standing before her, she was proven wrong.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Hamilton (musical), Aaron Burr/Angelica Schuyler (+ Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton + Angelica Schuyler/Alexander Hamilton), neither of them can have Hamilton so they decide to make an arrangement with each other

not a fill

[adamas.livejournal.com]

I love this!