free for all

[tigriswolf]

Time for the weekly 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!

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[tigriswolf]

Pan (2015), author's choice, when the boy who flew returns to Blackbeard's mine

[tigriswolf]

Beauty & the Beast (Disney), author’s choice, if everyone likes Belle, why do they turn on her father so easily?

Part 1 - Beauty & the Beast [Disney version]

[crearealidad.livejournal.com]

Note: It's been years since I've seen the Disney version, so bear with me on the details here. Also, I had no intention for this to go on so long, and this was written in one sitting. Be kind to my typos/grammar problems.

Also, some mild, mostly non-graphic references to violence and murder.

Many years ago, a short bearded man and his wife, a tall dark haired thing with steely gray eyes, arrived in our village. At first they seemed to only be travelers, staying at the inn, stowing their sleek black carriage in the alley near the bakery. The man called himself Maurice and seemed a jolly, if a bit daft type of fellow. But his wife nary spoke a word, only moved silently to their carriage, retrieved various items from their trunk, then returned to the inn. Many remarked on her beauty and her starkly modern dresses, but quickly grew curious about her silence. It wasn't long before a flurry of rumors began to spread that perhaps she was a gypsy or had come here from Italy. Some more fantastic sorts imagined she had come from the far East and imagined that she spoke not a word of English.

They soon purchased the small cottage and bit of land just beyond the edge of village which had once belonged to the Butcher's brother before he passed without any children. Each day Maurice could be seen fixing up the small cottage, trying to tame the brambles and seedlings which had taken over the plot in the intervening years. Several of the men in town offered to lend him tools and assist him with the project, but he insisted on relying on his contraptions. Each one seemed more ridiculous than the next. But in spite of this, if it had not been for the actions of his wife, poor Maurice probably would have been regarded as a bit of a fool, but a harmless one. Everyone quite enjoyed the spectacle of his spinning blades for cutting grasses and other concoctions which always seemed to work momentarily, but would invariably grind to a halt in some spectacular way.

But no, it was Lila, his beautiful but unkind wife, which made their home the source of much fear in our small village. Once they moved into the cottage, she became less of a silent shadow. She went into town to shop and would often visit the merchant for cloth and to take deliveries from the city. Word quickly got around that Lila, while she appeared to be an elegant lady from the city, dressed in the finest fashions from perhaps London or Paris, was a woman without grace or manners. She never went about making calls on Saturdays as the other women did to trade gossip and tea. Indeed the scandal of her disrespect only seemed to grow when she did not begin to attend Sunday mass.

[tigriswolf]

Beauty & the Beast (Disney), author’s choice, why was a teenaged prince the one answering the palace door?

No fill (yet)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

This gives me so many Feels but I'm not sure I can articulate them... Hmmm...

[tigriswolf]

Aladdin, author’s choice, why is Aladdin the only person who can go into the Cave of Wonders?

No fill, but

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

All I can think is it's either genetic or he's a particularly special snowflake :P

[tigriswolf]

Aladdin, author’s choice, the palace guards get what’s coming to them for being loyal to Jafar instead of the royal family

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Simon&Simon, Rick+AJ, Rick learns his brother is gay or bi

Fill 1/2

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

AJ had a secret. Rick could’ve asked him about it, been direct like the adult he was supposed to be, but it was more fun to tail AJ downtown. He kept well back, aware that the Power Wagon wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, but Rick had darkness on his side.

Rick assumed the secret involved a woman, someone AJ probably didn’t want his brother to meet because she was particularly beautiful, or had a choice set of…assets. While it was true that Rick had poached a girl from AJ a time or two in the past, that hardly warranted all the secrecy.

It was a surprise, then, when AJ ended up in Hillcrest.

“What are you doin’ here?” Rick muttered to himself.

Maybe his brother was working a case. But why wouldn’t he tell Rick about it?

AJ pulled his Camaro into the lot adjacent to a bar, and Rick drove past, parking further up the street. It was a nice night, and there were a lot of people out walking, or eating late dinners at streetside bistros. The majority of the couples Rick passed were gay, which wasn’t unexpected given the neighborhood, but he was starting to get a bad feeling.

The bar AJ had gone into didn’t look different from any other bar Rick had visited in San Diego, unless you took into account the fact that men were dancing with each other. The lighting was dim, the beer was cheap, and a haze of smoke hung in the air. Rick scanned the main room, but he didn’t see his brother anywhere.

There was another room in the back, just past the jukebox, and Rick could hear the clack of pool balls. He edged towards the door as unobtrusively as possible – he probably should’ve left the cowboy hat at home – and there was AJ, playing pool with some young guy.

Hillcrest was pretty far to come for pool, but maybe AJ had a friend who…oh.

Rick’s face heated as he watched his brother kiss the guy he was playing pool with. Since when was AJ into guys? How had he not known?

“Hey,” someone said, and Rick whirled around, automatically going into a defensive posture.

“Whoa! Easy there.” The guy who’d spoken to Rick held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He was Rick’s age, maybe a little older, dressed in a pink polo shirt and khakis. As far as Rick could tell, he wasn’t carrying any weapons.

“Sorry about that,” Rick said, relaxing.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” The guy held out his hand. “Jason Fullton.”

“Rick Simon.”

They shook hands, and Jason held on much too long. Rick jerked his hand back.

“I was just on my way out,” he said, and headed for the door. The last thing he needed was someone trying to pick him up at a gay bar. Not that he had anything against a guy going with another guy, it just wasn’t his brand of coffee.

How had he not known it was AJ’s?

Rick made it halfway up the sidewalk before his brother caught up with him. AJ looked angry, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Rick.”

“I can explain,” Rick said. “Well…no, I probably can’t. Nothing you’d believe, anyway.”

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, James Bucky Barnes +or/ Tony Stark, (no CA:CW please) I'm still breathing

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, Audrey Parker +or/ Duke Crocker (+or/ Nathan Wuornos), you just wanted one safe place

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Scream (tv series), Audrey Jensen/OFC, survivor's guilt

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark + Peggy Carter (+ any?), Missing you

Not a fill

[bringthefate.livejournal.com]

Yes! Oh I may take up the challenge of this. I don't believe for a second that Tony wouldn't have known Peggy. I was so disappointed that they didn't show him at her funeral.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel (any), Tony Stark +or/ James Bucky Barnes, Tony has amnesia (partial, total, knock on head, magic, whatever the reason...)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any soldier (A) +/ any scientist (B)

A: Your first true kill. It changes the color of your blood, paints your conscience. You did that for me.
B: I tell myself I had no choice.
A: There's always a choice.

(Kings)

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any non-RPF, Any

I am the doctor, darlin
who used to operate
but I couldn't stand the pain of healin
only to watch another woman waste away
You trust me, don'tcha baby?
Yeah, you'd hand your life to me

Not A Fill... Yet

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh I have ideas...

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Leonard McCoy/any, what I won't admit to

Fill - Star Trek AOS [PG] - Part 1

[morethanmending.livejournal.com]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, others mentioned
Fic Contains: Mild spoilers for Star Trek: Beyond.

Summary: Post ST: Beyond. Jim and Leonard share a birthday drink.


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The party had ended some hours ago and the lounge was quiet, save for Scotty's off-key crooning from behind the electric piano and Jaylah's startled, hiccupped laughs every time he hit a particularly high note. Chekov was passed out on one of the sofas, head pillowed on a young Ensign's lap, and Hikaru and Ben had taken off some time ago, Demora asleep in Ben's arms.

Spock and Uhura stood near one of the viewports, heads bowed together and words passing quietly between them. Jim watched from his perch near the wide glass doors leading out onto the balcony. Spock murmured something, too soft for Jim to hear, and Uhura smiled.

"Hey," Leonard said, appearing at Jim's elbow with a glass in either hand. "How's the birthday boy?"

Jim stretched, sliding out of his seat and rolling his shoulders. "Not the birthday boy anymore," Jim said, accepting one of the drinks and taking a small sip. "Not for the last hour anyway."

Leonard waved a dismissive hand, following when Jim stepped onto the balcony. "It's still your birthday somewhere in the universe. Drink up."

Jim lifted an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Doctor's orders?"

"You bet," Leonard said, clinking his glass to Jim's. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

Jim nodded and the two men turned to face the dry dock, sharing a drink in silence.

"How's the eye?" Leonard asked, setting his glass on a nearby table.

"Fine," Jim said. His skin was still puffed and tender, but the discoloration had faded. "How's the head?"

Leonard tapped a thoughtful finger to the small cut on his forehead. "Probably won't scar," he said. "Guess I can live with that."

"Too bad," Jim said, leaning to brace his elbows on the balcony rail. "Ladies dig battle wounds. It makes us look dashing."

"I'm dashing enough, thanks," Leonard said, turning his back to the dock and the ship sitting within. He settled his hands on the rail and tipped his head, staring up at the dome separating them from the darkness of space.

Something shattered inside the lounge. Chekov shouted as he toppled off the sofa and Jaylah laughed.

Jim stared at the half-finished hull of their new ship. "We'll be out of here soon, Bones," Jim said, turning his eyes to the sky and the stars beyond. "Sooner than we know it."

"God help us," Leonard said, reaching for his glass and taking another drink.

Jim grinned. "You love it," he said, nudging Leonard's hip with his elbow. His smile softened and he dropped his gaze to his hands, clasped them loosely around his glass. "Can't imagine going up there without you," Jim said. "Without either of you."

Leonard glanced at Spock, the long line of his back turned towards them, and said nothing.

"But I don't think I'll have to worry about that anytime soon, huh?" Jim asked, turning his focus to Leonard.

"Unfortunately," Leonard said, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass back on the table.

(continued below)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: Enterprise, Sim/Jon Archer + Trip Tucker/Jon Archer, Sim's memories of Trip and Jon's relationship make everything that much more difficult

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Wars/Star Trek AOS, Rey +or/ Jaylah, two of a kind

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Wicked + the Divine, Baal/Baphomet, “he said he loved you, before...”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Jane Foster/Loki, “I could care less.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (comics), Barry Allen/August Heart, teaching him to control his vibrating

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, (970): definitely good. no good can come from sex in a very full public venue.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batgirl (2009 run), Steph Brown/Nick Gage, (704): Him showing up yesterday was like a giant ego stroke for my vagina.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter &/ Hermione Granger, what if Harry had managed to contact the Muggle Prime Minister and/or the Queen at some point during his time at Hogwarts, or before/during the Horcrux Hunt, and gotten them to help with the obviously corrupt Ministry of Magic and the fight against Voldemort?

Fill + surprise crossover

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You did the right thing, Harry," Hermione said for the hundredth time.

Harry jammed his hands into his pockets. First Hogsmeade weekend, and he and Hermione had made an illegal portkey and come to London. After Harry's illegal letters to 10 Downing Street, disclosing the reality of the magical world and asking for help against Voldemort, who threatened both worlds.

"They have the rule for a reason," Harry said.

"Harry Potter, talking about rules? Are you really Harry? Should I check you for Polyjuice?" Hermione's tone was mild; she wouldn't really pull her wand on him.

"Some rules I am capable of obeying," he said. Umbridge, with her constant piling on of rules designed not to foster safety but Ministry compliance with its burying its head in the sand, was someone he refused to obey. But the magical world had shown him kindness when the muggle world had not, and this felt like betrayal.

"Harry Potter?"

Harry turned, one hand going for his wand. Two men strode toward him. Both wore dark jeans, sensible jumpers beneath stylish dark coats. One was dark, one was blond.

"Who's asking?" Hermione reached for her wand as well.

"Adam Carter and Lucas North, security section," the blond one said. He offered a hand.

"I'm Harry," he said, shaking Adam Carter's hand warily.

Lucas North hung back, watching the proceedings with wary eyes.

"Come along, let's have a spot of tea." Adam smiled pleasantly and started away from their meeting point on Picadilly Circus. "And let's talk about the future of our country."

Harry and Hermione spoke, and the two men listened intently. Adam asked questions; Lucas said almost nothing, just watched the world around them with his sharp gaze, never missing a thing. Both men's expressions turned grim when Hermione described the power of the Killing Curse, of magic in general.

"It's why muggles are afraid of magical folk," Hermione said. "But most of us mean no harm, and we do our best to prevent harm to muggles. For all our magic, there are more muggles, and the muggles have almost killed all of us outright before."

"Please," Harry said. "You have to help us. Because after he's done with us, he'll be coming for you, and without us, you cannot stop him."

"Sounds like without us, you can't stop him either." Lucas pinned Harry beneath his gaze. He had blue eyes.

"We need to work together," Hermione said.

"Yes, we do." Adam seemed so mild and pleasant. Harry knew that Security Section was spies, though, Spooks. Lucas was obviously dangerous. Harry suspected Adam was moreso, for how unthreatening he seemed.

"We'll keep in touch," Adam said. He paid for the tea and scones they'd shared. "Look out for our owl."

Harry felt the cold knot of terror that had been clawing at his insides since he and Hermione activated their illegal portkey begin to unfurl. They weren't alone anymore. They could win this war.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Stargate Atlantis/Criminal Minds(/Numb3rs), John Sheppard /& Jennifer Jareau, once again they're at an official function and once again Brendan!John is bored out of his mind.

Fill 1/2

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“So,” Jennifer said. “You don’t look all that impressed.” She knew exactly who she was talking to, would have recognized his non-regulation hair a mile away. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, the Hero of Atlantis. For whom this very swanky party was being held.

“Been to more than my fair share of state dinners,” he said. He looked good in his uniform - and also incredibly bored. “This one doesn’t even have the added entertainment value of Alien Mystery Meat or When Will The Natives Start Shooting Because We Smiled Wrong?”

Jennifer sipped from her glass of champagne and scanned the room. Garcia and Reid had cornered Dr. McKay, and all three of them were talking very fast, hands waving. Jennifer suspected it was about Doctor Who.

“Well, no one will shoot you if you smile wrong, but you can still screw things up if you smile wrong.” To prove her point, Jennifer lifted her flute of champagne in salute and smiled at Ambassador Prentiss so show she recognized her, was being friendly, but had no idea where Emily was (hiding somewhere with Teyla, no doubt, talking about weapons and men).

Jennifer glanced at Sheppard. He looked fairly miserable, beneath his easy smile.

“So, where would you rather be?” Jennifer asked.

“Atlantis. Back in the Pegasus Galaxy. Maybe taking some Athosian kids for a jumper ride, or showing Ronon how to surf.” Sheppard’s gaze turned distant. But then he smiled at Jennifer, charming and bright as ever. “So, how did you get dragged into this?”

“I’m with the FBI,” Jennifer said. “Press Liaison.”

“Hence you, over here with me, liaising.”

“I’m with the BAU.”

“Ah. Analyzing under cover of liaising. Being in another galaxy can make you kind of whacky, it’s true.” Sheppard’s smile took on a wary edge. Then he paused, as if something had caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Jennifer tried to follow his gaze, see what it was. But his smile turned downright mischievous, and he began to hum under his breath.

The Scooby Doo theme song.

Emily and Teyla emerged from wherever they’d been comparing their illegally-carried weapons and Teyla said, “I have always been meaning to ask, but none of the other Earthers have been able to adequately explain. Who is Scooby Dooby Doo, and where is he?”

Emily faltered. “Um, well, Scooby Doo is a cartoon dog.”

Jennifer glanced at Sheppard. There was no way Teyla could have heard him. Was there? She was an alien, after all.

A lovely dark-haired woman crossed the banquet room in a few quick strides. A man - presumably her date, with dark curly hair and lovely dark eyes - trailed after her.

“Amita,” he began.

Amita planted herself in front of Sheppard. “I get that you’re bored, but really? The Scooby Doo theme? Are you trying to make me crazy?”

Sheppard’s smile was unrepentant. He stopped humming, but judging by Amita’s expression, the song was somehow stuck in her head. Somehow.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Teyla Emmagan & or Ronon Dex, John "introducing" his alien team mate(s) to cats/kittens.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

I say, can't see
Just close your eyes and breathe.

Not A Fill Yet

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

... I have thoughts.