pinch-hit: AU

[tigriswolf]

Here is a pinch-hit! The theme is Alternate Universe, however you choose to interpret it.

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!

Comments

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, Lawyer AU

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

But noted

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Atlantis Medical Group

Not a fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

But definitely snagged!

[tigriswolf]

RPF/Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, the mermaid/missionary subplot—Harry’s the earnest missionary and Louis’ the captured merman

[aivix.livejournal.com]

DC/MCU, Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark, Soulmate AU.

Fill 1/2: soulmarks AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Here’s the thing. No one’s supposed to know what someone else’s soulmark looks like. It’s a private thing. Until one’s introduction to society or debut or cotillion or whatever, a soulmark is supposed to be secret.

Which is why Tony hacks into the student records database as soon as the lights are out on his very first night. Excelsior School for Boys is the third fine boarding school for the rich and negligent that the Stark money has gotten Tony into. He’s hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. The key? Break big rules.

But not pointlessly. There has to be a point.

And Tony is curious about what soulmarks his schoolmates have. He knows his own is rare, has heard his mother fretting about it, how hard it’ll be to find a match.

He checks out each of his roommates. John Sheppard is the scion of Sheppard Industries and has a soulmark that looks, well, not like any mark Tony’s ever seen. Kinda blurry and indistinct. Tony bets Sheppard uses that fancy henna some of the girls use to try to get love matches arranged for them. Sheppard has crazy, untameable hair, a tendency to slouch, and a quick mind for numbers that he hides behind sarcastic quips and flirty smiles. Sheppard is totally the kind of guy who’d mess with his soulmark just to be contrary.

Tony likes him already.

Oliver Queen’s mark looks like a cupid firing a bow, which is damn hilarious. Tony files that away for later, prepared for epic harassment when Valentine’s Day rolls around.

Lex Luthor’s soulmark is on his bare scalp for all the world to see, some kind of weird s-shape in a diamond. He’s the only kid in school allowed to wear a hat indoors. Queen teases him mercilessly.

Meredith Rodney McKay is a charity case but some kind of physics prodigy. His mark is circular, with weird braille patterns engraved in it. Maybe his soulmate is blind. McKay’s irritating as hell, snores like a broken buzzsaw, and seemingly allergic to or phobic of just about everything, but if the IQ score in his file is accurate, Tony wants him for a friend.

Oh, the things they’ll blow up.

Tony clicks on the final file, and - oh.

Bruce Wayne. Dead parents. Sent to boarding school by the family butler, who’s trusted enough to be executor of the estate. Smart enough. Quiet. Withdrawn. Has nightmares. Moody. Another sob story.

Then Tony gets to the picture of Wayne’s mark, and his throat closes. Impossible. It’s identical to Tony’s, from the arcing branches to the curling, twining roots. Tony has only ever seen an image of that mark once before, the Norse world tree, and it was in his mother’s journal, because she has the same mark.

Tony erases all traces of his entrance and shuts down the computer, numb. He walks back to his dorm room, head spinning. McKay is snoring like a buzzsaw. Sheppard is crammed into the same bed as him, mouth open, drooling on his shoulder, one arm across his waist. They weren’t like that when Tony left.

Queen and Luthor both have the heavy drapes around their beds drawn tightly.

Wayne - Bruce - has his drapes open. He’s tossing and turning.

A moan passes his lips. “Mama. No!”

Tony reaches out, shakes him awake.

Bruce clamps a hand around Tony’s wrist and twists before he comes fully conscious.

Tony hisses in pain, and then Bruce is awake, blinking blearily. He sees what he’s doing and lets Tony go, stuttering apologies.

“It’s fine,” Tony whispers. “You were having a bad dream. Thought you might want to be snapped out of it.”

“Thanks,” Bruce whispers back.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard +/ any, wings AU

Not a fill yet

[aivix.livejournal.com]

But soon.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, musician AU

Not a fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

I see this!

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

The Librarians, Ezekiel Jones, Maverick FBI Agent

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Ensemble (Steve Jinks/Joshua Donovan would be a plus), Library/bookstore Au

Fill: Warehouse 13, Steve/Joshua + Claudia, Library!AU

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

"Jinksy! You just volunteered to go to the young adult section. We need to find these books," Claudia handed him a piece of paper with a surprisingly long list on it. "Apparently they're not where they’re supposed be and people asked about them today."

"When exactly did I agree to do that?" Steve looked at the list, shaking his head at the titles of some of the books. "And why can't Pete do it?"

"Because he went to get us donuts and smoothies. And he's paying. So it's either you or me, and one of us has to stay here."

"Fine," Steve sighed. "I'll go. You deal with the orders, then. And you're definitely not reading any comic books when I'm searching for misplaced books."

Claudia winked at him and turned to the screen of her computer, closing the window with the comic book she had been reading.

It was a slow day at the library. Not many people came in for the last few hours, but there was still a lot to do. Artie, Myka and Leena went to the conference held by one of Artie's old friends, leaving Steve, Claudia and Pete to deal with all the responsibilities for the next four days. Still, Steve couldn't complain. His job was great.

Looking at the large bookcases, Steve exhaled quietly. This section was big, so he really hoped the misplaced books were not hidden in any other section, because then it would definitely take much more time to find them.

Just as he started to look for the books, he heard Claudia answer her phone.

"Strawberry for me and..."

"Blueberry!"

"...blueberry for Jinksy. Wait. Make that two. He's searching for books in the YA section. Yup, that would be all. Unless you want to surprise us with something tasty and very sweet. I won't say no to that," she said, amused. "Cool. See you soon."

The silence fell in the library after that, but not for long. After finding two books, which sadly took more than an hour, Steve heard the door to the library open.

"Hi, am I interrupting?"

It was a voice he hadn't heard in person for three weeks. Claudia's reaction to the greeting did not surprise him at all.

"What are you doing here?!" Steve heard her get up, so, still holding the books, he went to greet the visitor as well. As soon as he left the YA section he saw Claudia and Joshua hugging each other tightly, before she moved back, still holding Joshua by the shoulders.

"Have you talked to Claire yet? And why didn't you tell us you'll be visiting? Not cool."

Joshua smiled at the amount of questions Claudia asked and Steve couldn't help smiling. He liked seeing them both happy.

"I'm meeting her tomorrow," Joshua said. "I came to talk to one of my professors, actually. He offered to give me books I need for a project, but I had no idea how much time off I'll have, so I thought I'd just surprise you. And maybe get some more books. Is that okay?"

"Just tell me which ones you'll need," she hugged him again. "And, now, do you want to guess who else is here today?"

Claudia turned to look right at Steve, a bright smile on her face widening even more. As Steve approached them, still holding the books in his hands, Joshua kissed him softly, one hand moving to his face, touching his cheek gently.

"Hi," Steve murmured.

"Hello," Joshua kept smiling. "Have you eaten yet? I hoped we could eat lunch together, but if you're busy..."

"Oh, he's free, don't worry," Claudia grabbed the books and the list right away, not giving Steve a chance to react.

"I guess I'm free, then,” Steve hid his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “How about we'll just grab your books and go out for lunch after?"

"Are you sure I wouldn't be interrupting?"

"Don’t worry. Pete should be back soon, so he can handle searching for books for a while," Steve caught Joshua’s hand, running his thumb against the soft skin.

“Just remember to bring me a burger. If I’m staying here all alone, I demand the biggest burger you can find,” Claudia interrupted, making Steve smile.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” he squeezed Joshua’s hand, and Joshua squeezed back.

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, team, One Direction origin AU

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Whitechapel, Emerson Kent/Joseph Chandler, patients in a therapy group (my take is Em suffers from Anxiety and Chandler from OCD)

[tigriswolf]

Tortall, author's choice, if Prince Jonathan hadn't befriended Alan of Trebond

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, prince/princess AU

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, 'Repo! The Genetic Opera'-AU

Not a fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

But a Repo! AU sounds like a great idea.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, if instead of a "love triangle" the two women decide to be friends and the dudebro isn't worth it

not a fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any fandom in mind? All the triangles I'm familiar with have the girl in the middle.

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers +/ Bucky Barnes, What if Steve had caught Bucky so he never fell?

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Cosmetician AU

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, an adult adjacent of the Chosen One decides to take care of things because the Chosen One is a child/teenager

BtVS - No Other Choice

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Giles had never been one to follow the rules, much to his father's disappointment. That he had been the one chosen to be the current Slayer's Watcher had startled his father, though not quite made him proud - America was too far away for his father to influence Giles' choices, for one. For another, an American Slayer? Whatever was the world coming to?

But his father's thoughts were neither here nor there at this point. Giles had managed to get himself hired as the librarian where the Slayer was to attend high school, had managed to connect with the young woman - and her friends - had managed to become a part of their lives and they, his.

And that is why he would be doing this. He could not let Buffy ruin her life; risk her life; doing something that adult men and women were afraid to do.

He picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Hello, Angel? I need your assistance. How do you feel about joining me to take on the Master?"

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, College AU

Fill, (R) (1/2)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Wade is quite content with the view he's got from his bed. Peter is bent over picking up the clothes strewn about the floor, and giving him perfect visibility of his great ass. He's truly lucky to be tapping that if he does say so. Peter frowns letting out a disgruntled sound when he realizes his shirt is inside out. Wade could spend the entire day just looking at him. He's kind of a sucker for Peter.

"Do you plan on getting up any time soon?" Peter says, struggling with the leg of his jeans and almost falling over when he misses the hole. He huffs, sitting down on the edge of Wade's narrow bed to do the whole getting dressed thing.

"I can't find in me the motivation to do so," Wade responds crossing his arms behind his head, marveling at the way Peter's hair is sticking up in odd places, making him look like the most adorable, and sexy hedgehog he's seen. He kind of wants to run his fingers through the strands and pull a little just the way he likes. He sits up pulling Peter by the back of his shirt causing him to tumble back and land against his chest, one of his arms going around his middle, his breath is hot when he whispers, "But with the right stimulus..." He nibbles on Peter's earlobe, loving the way Peter fits just right in his arms and his breathing gets lower. Wade grazes the skin peeking below his shirt with his fingertips. Feeling the muscles tense.

"Wade," Peter whines in that breathless way which causes Wade's stomach to drop and tighten. "You're naked."

"Very. You like?"

"I'm gonna be late for class if I don't get a move on," he says not moving even an inch away from him. Wade catches the moment Peter's eyes close, the tip of his tongue poking out and he's almost sure Peter wouldn't oppose the idea of a quickie, until he wriggles out of his grasp to sit beside him. Effectively leaving him disappointed and half-hard.

"Ugh, you're a tease. You're the very worst, Peter Parker. Why would you walk away when you could get with this?" Wade asks throwing his arms up in the air all dramatic like.

Peter bites his bottom lip, stares at him with those big brown eyes and Wade wants to die a little. "Much as I'd love to stay with you, I need to be on the other side of campus in about—oh, twenty-two minutes and I don't know if I can make it. Professor Stark will rib me mercilessly if I have a repeat from last week."

"The grass stains on your lovely outfit were not my fault. I repeat not my fault. Besides, you can make it. You have a wonderful stamina that puts most nineteen-year-olds to shame."

Peter scoffs. "I blame you. You've practically turned me into a sex fiend. Your lose morals have rubbed off on me."

"Baby-boy," Wade sing-songs, taking the chance Peter's distracted to get closer to him, "that's not all I rubbed." He punctuates his words by sneaking a hand inside the front of Peter's jeans, palming him through the fabric of his boxers, sucking a fresh bruise into the skin below his ear, feeling him harden under his palm. Peter groans, pushing his hips up to get more of Wade's touch.

"Did I mentioned I have a class?"

"Uh huh. I think you might, but isn't this much better? We can also learn a few things here, education doesn't end in the classroom. For example what happens if I do this?" Wade manages to pull down the front of Peter's underwear despite the awkward angle, Peter hisses when his hand makes contact with his cock and begins jerking him off, kind of messy and filthy but also kind of perfect. Grip hot and tight.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Any, Ghost AU

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Mafia AU

Fill 1 / 2 : The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Casey glanced at the guy, lying beside him. One arm under his neck, eyes closed; the body still heated from the sex. So beautiful; Casey thought that he never wanted to take his eyes off him.

But Zeke broke the comforting silence with opening his eyes and sitting up.

„Case, we should talk,“ he murmured.

Alarmed Casey narrowed his eyes.
„Okay,“ he answered hesitating; not sure if he wanted to hear what his lover was going to tell him.

Zeke sighed deeply.
„It was a mistake to let you so deep into my life.“

Casey kept quiet for a long while.
„Because I'm a geek and no one around likes me,“ he finally asked bitterly.
He should have known it; this had been much too good to last.

But Zeke shook his head.
„No.“
A sad smile on his lips.
„Because you are a geek and I like you too much.“

That was weird, wasn't it?

„I had no right to pull you into my life. It's so fucked up. And you deserve something better. A boyfriend who can make you happy. Not someone who lies to you and one day will vanish out of your life without a word.“

Weird was an understatement!

Casey blinked confused, but when he tried to put a hand on Zeke's arm, his lover … ex-lover? ... jerked back.
„Don't,“ he said.
„Don't make it even more difficult, please. Just leave me alone. And don't come back.“

„No, I won't,“ Casey protested.
„Not before I can understand what you are talking about. You tell me, that you care for me and in the same moment you want to dump me?“

„I don't want to, I need to. To keep you safe.“

„What are you, a psycho? A serial killer? The truth, Zeke, spit it. I will live with it.“

Zeke couldn't help it but smile. Probably this was true; during the last weeks, he had learned quickly that Casey was not just a good looking geek. He was much stronger than he looked like; a fighter, used to it that others ignored, teased and bullied him. But he stubbornly did move on without complaining.

Zeke still hesitated. He actually wasn't allowed to talk about it; the agents who were responsible for his safety would probably kill him for ignoring this most important rule. But Casey deserved the truth.

„Okay,“ he finally gave in.
„It's up to you, what you are doing with it, but if you talk about it, it can be my death sentence.

My father is working as a counselor for the Mafia. Like his father did before. Like I was supposed to do one day.“

Zeke paused; Casey looked at him full of skepticism; for sure he couldn't blame him.

„I know, this sounds like a bad movie script. Just, it's true. The Mafia is still omnipresent; though working in the underground they are much more powerful than most people know. It's a complex organization with strict rules for everyone who belongs to them.“

Zeke smirked slightly.
„Well, I guess you know that I always have my problems with following regulations. By and by I gained more and more insight into the job of my father. When I was about fifteen years old I realized that it means to give up your own life; you are not more than a handyman for … the Godfather. Even if no one calls him like that anymore nowadays, he is like a God everyone follows blind. A thought I hated more than anything else.“

Casey was sitting like paralyzed; he had almost stopped breathing; though his mind still refused to believe Zeke's story, deep inwardly he could feel it, that it was the truth.

„What did you do,“ he asked with a shaking voice.

(more part 2)

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Sansa/Any, art class AU

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Any, 'Avatar The Last Airbender'-AU

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, 'Sailor Moon'-AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, The Martian AU

Not a fill

[aivix.livejournal.com]

But I am extremely tempted to write something for this.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Vampire AU

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Woolsey had listened, but not carefully enough, to what Carson had told him about the Night World, because he sent a different marine to feed John every day. They were young marines, from the newest wave, who knew him the least and were the least attached to him on a personal level. They weren’t nearly as upset by John’s being removed from command as, say, Teldy and Vega and Franklin were. So they didn’t balk at bringing him food in the brig, didn’t get apologetic, didn’t stay to chat.

They also put little stock in John’s vampirism. They were awed by Ronon and Lorne’s shapeshifting, Beckett’s magic, but John’s being a vampire was still unreal to them. Not to mention the fact they’d had bitter experiences with girlfriends forcing to read or watch Twilight.

So little Corporal Lopez was unprepared when John put the whammy on him. Everyone - even Carson - seemed to have forgotten that when John wasn’t a vampire, he wasn’t just a normal human, he was a witch. Being half-vampire, however, amplified some of his magical powers. What Elizabeth had called his thrall was actually telepathic hypnosis. It was so much easier when a man had Redfern eyes.

At precisely 0700 AST, Corporal Lopez ambled into the brig with a tray of food. John rose up - he did calisthenics every day to stay fit - and placed himself in front of the spot in the force field where a gap opened large enough to hand the cafeteria tray through.

“Morning, Corporal,” John said.

Lopez nodded once, kept his gaze fixed on John. Teldy had given the marines strict orders not to talk to him, not to interact with him, to be on alert. So John was polite, patiently desensitizing the marines to his voice and presence, and today, he caught Lopez’s gaze. Held it. And reeled him in.

Took the food, because it would look strange if he didn’t.

Lopez’s gaze went blank, and his body went lax, and when John ordered him to come closer, he did. John issued several more telepathic commands, and Lopez stretched out one hand, reached into the gap in the forcefield.

John pounced. He had to be careful, only drink a little, enough to start building his strength, not so much that it’d make Lopez weak. When he’d taken enough - it was hard to gauge, now that he was an adult instead of a growing teen - he swiped his tongue over the puncture wounds in Lopez’s wrist, wiped Lopez’s memory, and when he retreated to the other side of the cell, apple in hand, Lopez had no memory and no mark to tell of John’s feeding on him, and he walked away.

That was how it went for days. Every day, John fed a little bit, and every day, he felt his vampire strength returning, his power awakening. His supernatural speed and reflexes wouldn’t get him out of the force field, but once he was strong enough, he could control a marine long-term, get the kid to let him out of the brig. And then he’d go find Lorne. He still knew the gate address to Sateda. Forsaken though Lorne might have been, he was still afraid, still weak. And John wasn’t any old vampire. He was a Redfern, a Redfern with Harman blood in him, and he was preparing. When he wasn’t doing PT or prodding his vampiric gifts to full throttle, he was meditating, was practising what magic he had. He’d always had a gift for wind and air; he’d always been afraid of fire. Water and earth were practical, useful for staying alive or staying cool. He’d read Thea’s email. He could try to learn witchfire.