Free for all

[tigriswolf]

Posting from my phone ,- pinchhit free for all, you know the rules.

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[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (AOS), Jaylah + Nyota Uhura + any, Ladies of the Enterprise lunch. Jaylah contemplates her options in terms of her future posting.

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MCU, Natasha Romanov +or/ Pepper Potts, Mending the initial mistrust

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, Audrey Parker + Jordan McKee, Mutual dislike (possibly hate) but unavoidable acknowledgment that they respect each other

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, If you love me, don't let go/Whoa, if you love me, don't let go/Hold, hold on, hold onto me 'Cause I'm a little unsteady/A little unsteady (Unsteady, X Ambassadors)

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean (Or gen), one brother is sick/the other takes care of them

[Fill] Ice Pop

[fairyniamh]

Ice Pop (430 words) by FairyNiamh
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Sickfic, Sick Sam Winchester, Community: comment_fic, Comment Fic, Not Beta Read, No Sex
Summary:

Dean take care of his little brother.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, baby blue sky and raindrops

Fill: Blue, Clear Sky [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: G]

[bk_forever]

It’s a perfect summer morning, the sky is baby blue and the sun is shining brightly. Ianto’s smiling as he scoops up his phone, wallet, and keys, steps outside, locks the door behind him, and heads for his car. Halfway there, a fat raindrop hits him on the nose, which is no mean feat considering it’s not that big a target. A second drop hits the top of his head, and then there are raindrops pattering all around him.

Typical. The sky is still that clear, limpid blue, the sun is still shining, bright and warm, and it’s raining. That’s Wales for you; rain just happens. Ianto shrugs and unlocks his car, still smiling. His suit may be damp, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let a little bit of rain dampen his mood.

He breezes into the Hub, calling a cheery “Good morning!” to Jack.

“You’re in a good mood!” Jack grins back at him; Ianto’s mood is infectious.

“It’s a beautiful day! The sun’s shining, the sky’s blue…” Ianto lets himself be pulled into a kiss, and when Jack releases him, he’d frowning, puzzled.

“You’re all wet!”

“Ah, yes, that would be the rain.”

“You just said it was sunny!”

“It is, there’s just a bit of rain with it, which I’m choosing to ignore. This is Wales, Jack; rain is a given. Sunshine, however, is a much rarer commodity. You should’ve learned by now to make the most of the good weather when we get it, even if it means getting rained on a bit.”

“Good point. Did you have breakfast yet?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Care to join me at that little café across the Plas? We could sit outside and enjoy the sunshine.”

“Excellent idea! We should probably get a table with an umbrella though, just to keep the rain out of our food.”

“That’s my Ianto, practical as ever!”

“I try,” Ianto says with a smirk.

Arm in arm, they take the invisible lift up to the surface amid pattering raindrops from a clear blue sky.

The End

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard,

Imagine a city where everything's pretty
And you sir, you rule the kingdom
You call the shots you can do what you want to
Oh just imagine the freedom
(Plain White T’s)

Fill: The Tower AU, outsider POV

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Buffy knew something was wrong with Father, but she couldn’t begin to explain what it was. Father was King, was blessed by the Ancestors, could light the Throne in defense of the world. Father was kind. He held her hand and walked through the palace with her. He taught her to sing songs (Because you’re mine, I walk the line) and to play ball games (Go long! Go long!). He played with her whenever she asked - until it was time for her to go outside for exercise with the other girls and boys, and Father wasn’t allowed outside. He danced with her instead of Mother at balls, let her stand on his feet and kept her steady while they turned and turned and turned. He told her stories and jokes that she didn’t quite understand but that she learned to laugh at, and he loved her very much.

Every night before bed, he would call all of the children, all of Buffy’s brothers and sisters, and tell them strange tales, like about the princess who could speak to animals and danced with a prince at a ball, or the wizard boy who went to a special wizard school, or the children who found a land of talking animals in the back of a wardrobe. He told them stories of Buffy’s namesake, a brave warrioress who slew the evil undead. He told them stories of Natasha’s namesake, a sly and cunning spy, who always saved the world. He told them of Tony’s namesake, a brilliant scientist who flew in the sky.

But when it was just Buffy, Father would hold her close and whisper to her, about the City.

“Tell me more about the City, Father,” Buffy whispered, curled up next to him.

“Imagine a city, where everything’s pretty.”

Buffy thought the palace was pretty, couldn’t imagine anything prettier. “Are you not happy here, Father? You rule here.”

“I am King,” he said, “but in the City, I got to call the shots, I could do what I wanted to do.” He squeezed Buffy tightly and buried his face in her hair and breathed, “Imagine the freedom.”

Buffy wasn’t sure what freedom was, but she suspected it meant Father could leave the palace and look at the sky once in a while.

And then the Lanteans came, with their colorless uniforms and their crude weapons and demanded kindness where they had given none, and Buffy stood beside Father and watched him be brave and strong, stronger than she had ever seen him, stronger than even Mother. Father defeated the Lanteans, and they left.

But after they left, Father whispered to her, about Meredith’s namesake, and Emma’s namesake, and Dex’s namesake, and Eliza’s namesake, brave men and women who were kind, intelligent, and would save the universe.

“Father,” Buffy whispered, because she could feel his tears in her hair when he held her close, “tell me about the City.”

“Imagine a city,” he breathed, “where everything’s pretty.”

When the Lanteans came again, Buffy was shocked at their impudence, but then the palace shook, and Mother screamed, and Father gathered her into his arms and held her close and whispered don’t look don’t look don’t look, and when the shaking stopped, Buffy and her brothers and sisters and their mothers were sitting in one of the jumpers. Only this jumper, unlike the jumpers in the lower regions of the palace, moved. It flew through the ring of the Ancestors, and on the other side was -

Another palace.

But Buffy saw the light in Father’s eyes and knew this was the City, where everything was pretty. The Lanteans in their drab uniforms took Father away, and when Buffy saw him again, when she was sitting in the infirmary while a kind lady named Jennifer gave her sweets and made sure she was all right, he was wearing the same uniform.

But he didn’t look drab and colorless. He looked handsome and strong and tall, and when he pressed a hand to the wall, Buffy felt the city sing through her blood.

John, welcome home.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay,

My hands tired, my heart aches
I'm half a world away here
(REM)

Fill 1/2: College AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney wasn’t sure what had happened while he’d been away in Canada for Thanksgiving break, but John was - quieter now. Stiller. Distant. Lost in his own head. On the best of days, John wasn’t a very forthcoming person, but now every time Rodney looked into his eyes, he saw walls. Locked doors. Silence. Shut-out.

Rodney had no idea how to confront John about it, though. Because John still showed up to his appointments with Sam after lecture, armed with a piece of chalk and his deadly smirk and his diamond-sharp, diamond-brilliant mind. When Rodney was helping Sam grade things for the 101 glasses, was stuck in her office after hours, was tutoring little 201 students weeping and wailing over calculus, when he had to miss dates or hangouts with John’s crew or Radek and Evan and Ronon, John would appear, with a cup of hot coffee and a little citrus-free snack to keep Rodney’s blood sugar up.

When Rodney stressed out about his own finals, John didn’t offer to do them for him like he might have a few months ago; John sat behind him on Rodney’s bed and rubbed his neck and shoulders and listened to Rodney talk his way through the mind-bending math and physics problems.

There were two weeks till Christmas, one week till finals, and Rodney still needed to buy gifts for his sister and brother-in-law and niece. He still needed to get gifts for Evan and Radek and Sam, and also for John, and he felt like he was flying apart.

He realized he’d been staring blankly at a worksheet for partial differential equations for he had no idea how long when John reached out, plucked the pencil from Rodney’s fingers, and set it aside.

“You need a study break.”

Rodney rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I probably do.”

“You also need to relax.”

Rodney huffed. “Fat chance of that.”

John leaned in, nosed along Rodney’s jaw to that spot that made his spine melt, traced his fingertips meaningfully over the waistband of Rodney’s jeans. “I can help you relax.”

“John -”

John grinned against Rodney’s skin. “I can blow your mind.”

Rodney groaned at the double entendre, but then John skimmed his fingertips over the front of Rodney’s jeans, and the groan turned into a moan. “I really need to -”

“You’re not getting any studying done anyway. Might as well give yourself an endorphin boost, right? We could work out a reward system,” John offered. He pulled back, gazed into Rodney’s eyes. “For every problem set you complete, you get a reward.”

“I haven’t finished this problem set.”

“Call this a payment in advance,” John said, cupping his hand meaningfully between Rodney’s legs, and Rodney’s eyes fluttered closed.

John stroked, and Rodney’s breath hitched.

“Okay. You’ve convinced me. Study break.”

John leaned in, smiled against Rodney’s skin once more, and proceeded to thoroughly blow his mind.

Afterward, they lay tangled in Rodney’s sheets, skin warm and pleasantly sticky. Rodney curled on his side and John, the taller of them, spooned up behind him, slung an arm around Rodney’s waist.

“So, partial differential equations?”

“In a minute,” John mumbled sleepily. Orgasms always made him sleepy. Rodney thought it was incredibly hot that John could come just from blowing him.

“How come we never go to your place? My dorm bed is tiny.”

“My place is a hell hole,” John said.

“I still want to see it.”

John huffed. “Trust me, you don’t.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to know what I want.”

“And I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen enough of the world to know when there are some things you shouldn’t want.”

Rodney rolled over and slid closer to John, gazed into his eyes. “I hold my own when we’re out there, on the streets of Southie. Running on the rooftops. Basketball games and raves.”

John traced a finger down the line of Rodney’s jaw to his lips, his expression unreadable. Opaque. Walls and locked doors. “You’re tougher than a lot of people give you credit for,” he said. “But some things no man was meant to see.”

“You see them,” Rodney pointed out.

John closed his eyes briefly. “Yes, I do.” And with that he slid out of bed, reached for his clothes. “So, partial differential equations. Call me when you’re done. I promised Teyla I’d swing by the dojo.”

He was dressed and out the door before Rodney realized what was what.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, rodeo AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, a significant change in perspective

Fill 1/4: Stargate Multiverse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Every day for his first year at the Academy, Dean was sure he was in the wrong place, that he wasn’t meant to be one of these fresh-faced cadets, that he wasn’t made to be a warrior and a leader. Every second of the day, he was sure that one of his classmates or instructors would look him and know, cry Impostor! and toss him out on his ear.

But it didn’t happen. So when he started his second year, he doubled down. Jonathan had been right - he had a leg up on a lot of the other students in the marksmanship club. He also joined a club of other gearheads, who liked engines and making things with their hands, and they started running a semi-underground robot fighting ring. (The robot Dean had frankensteined out of an old Walkman was ugly as sin but undefeated so far.)

He was still officially signed up for the fast track into deep space telemetry, but after Jonathan had up and disappeared with barely a phone call during Dean’s first semester, he’d almost changed tracks. Dean could still remember Sam’s terrified phone call, that someone had kicked Jonathan’s door in, that he was gone. He remembered Jonathan’s clipped, angry tone as he told Dean everything was all right, he was just quitting the garage, doing something for the Air Force, and he’d be fine. Dean didn’t believe for one second that Jonathan was actually fine, but apparently all along Dad had been in contact with Jonathan’s uncle Jack, and Jack said Jonathan was fine, so Dad said to let it go.

Dean wasn’t going to let it go, and he was pretty sure the only way to find out what had really happened to Jonathan was to get into the deep space telemetry program. Then he’d have the clearance he needed to know the truth. So he busted his ass to be the best of the best.

Apart from having a slightly bizarre class load - linguistics, negotiation skills, physics and astronomy, an extra combat tactics course, anthropology - he didn’t think he was doing anything special. There were a few other cadets who were on the deep space telemetry track with him, a boy named Ashton (“call me Ash”) Mitchell, a girl named Lynette Hammond, a girl named Lara Ford. Ash came from a long line of Air Force officers. His father had lost his legs crashing a test plane. His brother had almost died crashing a test plane but was awarded a Medal of Honor. Both his father and brother were Academy graduates. Lara’s cousin Aiden was a Marine who’d gone MIA, but she’d had the grades for the Academy, and she wanted to fly.

Ash said his older brother had been assigned to deep space telemetry, and he wanted to work with him one day. Lynette said her Aunt Sam also worked in deep space telemetry, and Aunt Sam was the smartest woman in the universe, and she was going to be just like her. Lara wanted to fly - and she wanted to find out what had happened to her cousin, who’d also been part of deep space telemetry. Dean said he’d heard deep space telemetry was where the best went, and, well, he wanted to be one of the best.

And he was. Top in his class in everything he could manage. Signed up for competitions, stayed up late making crazy gadgets to impress his engineering instructors. He won, and he aced tests, and the commendations piled up, and he heard the gossip in the halls: he was being compared to Jack O’Neill, to Cameron Mitchell, to Samantha Carter, to Jennifer Hailey, who’d been scooped up into deep space telemetry upon graduation. Ash, Lynette, and Lara started looking at him askance.

“You’re relentless,” Ash said one night, while he and Dean were huddled over their Latin texts, slogging through translations.

“I have to be,” Dean said.

“Why?”

“You’re not the only one with family in deep space telemetry,” Dean said.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers +/ any, losing a Captain America look-alike contest

Fill -- Look-Alikes

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

a little too long to fit here, so it's over on AO3. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7780666)

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Staff Meeting Day

Fill!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Go, Hunt, Save (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8197549)

John Sheppard has his first staff meeting at his new posting.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, The Pier.

Fill 1/2: also some John/Evan (just go with me on this) (tag to The Shrine)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Here’s the thing that no one on Atlantis understood: John loved Rodney. Was kind of in love with Rodney, in a way that wasn’t completely romantic, but wasn’t exactly platonic either. Rodney was his best friend. He understood the things John couldn’t say, like the fact that John played stupid to fit in sometimes. He knew when John was playing stupid, and he knew when John genuinely didn’t understand, and he never called John on it where other people could hear. Where John played stupid, Rodney played loud and melodramatic. People expected things of John; people expected things of Rodney, and both of them delivered without fail.

John would die for Rodney, would take a bullet for him, or a knife for him, or endless torture for him. More significantly - and more dangerously - John would kill for Rodney.

Had done it, once, letting a Wraith at a human.

The thing about being a soldier, about being on the front lines of a war, about fighting a war that had never before been fought in the entirety of Earth’s history, was that some lines got blurred. Some lines became stark and clear. There was a line drawn in the sand, for John, and Rodney was behind that line with him, and anything that dared cross that line to take Rodney had to be destroyed, no hesitation, no questions asked.

The thing about Evan was that he understood. Evan was a fighter, a soldier, a tactician. He’d grown up like John had, where there was only one attitude - hunger - and only one way to move forward - violence - and he’d escaped the hunger by honing the other thing he was good at. Evan understood how John loved Rodney because Evan loved Parrish and Coughlin and Reed and Billick and if he weren’t somehow also such a hopeless romantic he’d probably have been fucking them all in his spare time. Because Evan loved, and he loved fiercely and he loved wholeheartedly, and he knew John was capable of the same.

So Evan didn’t ask questions when John rolled out of bed in the middle of the night and went sprinting back to his quarters. Evan had a connection of his own with Atlantis, not quite like John’s but uncannily strong anyway, and he could have found out what was wrong, where John was going, and why.

But the pier belonged to John and Rodney. It was where they went, to decompress after complicated events on a mission that no one else could understand because no one else had been there. It was where they went to celebrate, and to mourn, and sometimes to just shoot the shit. It was where John took Rodney, a pair of beers in hand, to try to bring Rodney some measure of comfort while one of the things that most defined Rodney, his mind, was fading.

Evan never asked what they talked about, or what they did. Evan trusted that it was beer and talk, laughter and rough affection, no matter how tightly John held Rodney in his heart.

It meant something, though, that Rodney had come for John in his deepest distress. He’d been smiling and flirting and surprisingly charming and witty with Keller, but when his demons came calling, he trusted John to banish them.

“Betty,” John said.

Rodney made a face. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it.”

John cast him a look. “It’s Madison. See? At least you remembered what it wasn’t.”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Oh, there’s an underrated skill.”

They bantered back and forth, and Rodney admitted he was fading faster than he was letting on. John’s heart clenched, but he tried to keep it lighthearted.

Rodney looked at John sidelong. “How about we say goodbye now?”

“No.” It was reflexive, stubborn, but John didn’t care.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean I’m not saying goodbye.”

“Well, I’m saying it anyway!”

“Well, I’m not listening.”

“Pretty soon, I won’t even know who you are!”

“Then I’ll remind you.”

Rodney frowned. “I don’t want you to see me like that. I want you to remember me as I am, your genius friend, not some shell -”

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Wrecked, Danny/Owen, Owen confesses what really happened to Danny's Skymall catalogue (which Owen masturbated to in S01E05ish)

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Wrecked, Danny/Owen, As the days go on, they draw closer and closer

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Ray *finally* thinks he's getting the hand of living in Canada

[aivix.livejournal.com]

SeaQuest, Nathan Bridger, Grief.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Beer on the pier

Filled

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

At AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9213218). With additional doses of Evan/John and Rodney/Evan and maybe a threesome as well.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, after a long mission, Evan just wants to find David and drag him to bed.

Fill 1/2: NSFW

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan knew the Pegasus Galaxy hated him, possibly more than the universe in general (though the universe in general did have it out for SGC personnel), so when he finally made it back to Atlantis after an extended incarceration offworld with very smelly alien livestock, he shouldn’t have been surprised that the entire botany department was in quarantine and lockdown until some unknown potentially poisonous plant-based pathogen was contained.

“No one’s hurt,” Carson said when Evan checked in with him about David, “they’re all just very...giggly. A little too giggly to help us sort out the problem. It’s only been a few hours. We’re hoping the effects wear off.”

What had kept Evan going, while he was crammed in that cell with half a dozen cranky marines and a dozen more alien pig-dogs, was the thought that when he got back to Atlantis he’d get to shower, find David, and the two of them could spend quality time between the sheets, and then even more quality time sleeping.

So Evan was back on Atlantis and David was in lockdown and Evan was frustrated, tired, and cranky. He was on his way to the locker rooms when he heard one of the Marines, who was dating another botanist, say Apparently Doc Parrish poked something he shouldn’t have, and that was that. Lockdown.

Evan showered slowly, trying to let his frustration wash away with the blessedly hot water, but by the time he made it back to his quarters he was still cranky and also horny, and he really wanted to forget that he’d ever left Earth.

He threw himself down on his bed and stared at the far wall. If David were there, he could burn off some tension, they could both get some relief from the daily freakshow that was life in Pegasus. But David was in lockdown and Evan was on stand down and he wanted, really wanted, to shoot something.

Heightmeyer had been pretty strict with her orders, though. Down time for the next twenty-four hours. If any one of those just returned from the mission were spotted doing anything the least bit soldierly, she’d call them in for more than a single post-capture review.

Evan closed his eyes and imagined David and the other botanists, sitting around and giggling like college freshmen stoned for the first time. David could have been here with Evan, but no, he’d had to go and poke a flower, and now Evan was alone.

Evan sighed and opened his eyes and sighed. Fine. He was being selfish. Everyone on the expedition got more than their unfair share of peril. He should be understanding and comforting once David was released from quarantine. He was just too wired and jittery and exhausted, and he really was damn horny. He rubbed a hand over the front of his pants absently, and then he had an idea.

Most of the time, no one bothered bringing their cell phones with them, because they didn’t work in Pegasus, but Evan had splurged for a nicer smartphone, mostly because it could be used to record videos or take pictures on other planets, and also he could use his phone to listen to music while he worked out. Sometimes he used his phone to record video messages home to his family on the regular databurst transmissions.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any team, Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU

Not a fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

...and also nothing I needed to have thinky thoughts about, which I now am. ::glares::

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, finding a positive pregnancy test.

Fill, RPF, Val Chmerkovskiy/Zendaya

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

New And Fragile (http://entireoranges.tumblr.com/post/149011492737/new-and-fragile)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, Watching Baby Judith together.

Fill

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http://killing-kurare.livejournal.com/105869.html
Don't let the world take the best of you

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, The life of a touring band can get repetitive.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF Crossover, Harry Styles/Zac Hanson, The age difference makes things even more exciting.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Amy Pond, A fiery soul for a ginger girl.