THURSDAY! - THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Well this is my last day as your Guest Host and so I am leaving you with one final prompt:

Through the Looking Glass - this is the ULTIMATE AU

Think mirror!verse, bodyswap!, anything and everything that makes you see how the other side lives.



And the rules one more time –

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, bodyswap! How the hell is he supposed to walk in these heels? And why won't Parker come out of the bathroom?

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, Steve's always been the famous one...Chris is just his back-up singing best friend

Supernatural, Sam+Dean (no wincest please), Sam went to hell in Dean's place and lasted two weeks

Don't forget the Lonely Prompts if there's nothing here that interests you today!

Ready...and...GO!!

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[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, bodyswap! How the hell is he supposed to walk in these heels? And why won't Parker come out of the bathroom?

"This really isn't happening," Leverage, Eliot/Parker, bodyswap

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

"How the hell am I supposed to walk in these damn heels?" Eliot asked, shooting a quick glare at Hardison and Nate who were giggling in a corner.

Sophie's mouth tilted up in a slight smile, which may have been the beginnings of her own giggle, but she hid it well. "I know this isn't your body, but you're supposed to be a fighter, I would expect you to have better balance than this."

Eliot groaned and flicked blond hair out of his eyes. "Forget it, I'm not wearing these things!" He said, sitting on the floor and quickly removing the death traps from his small feminine feet before throwing them towards the still giggling pair of men in the corner.

"Parker, sweetie, are you done in the bathroom yet?" Sophie asked.

There was silence for a few moments before Eliot's voice answered, sounding slightly odd without his usual southern drawl. "Umm... just having a few issues."

Slowly, she opened the door and walked out, her legs spread two feet apart.

Eliot raised an eyebrow, "Why are you walking like that?"

"I'd rather wear heels than walk with this stupid penis between my legs!"

Hardison, Nate, and even Sophie couldn't hold in the giggles any longer.

Eliot covered his face and sighed, wondering how long it would take until they switched back.

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, Steve's always been the famous one...Chris is just his back-up singing best friend

Someone needs to write this so I don't have to!!! Pretty please???

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, Steve's the famous one, Chris is just his back-up singing best friend

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

When I started this it was supposed to be a short fluffy piece. It took a left turn somewhere when I wasn't looking. Hope you like it, darlin'. Split in 2 parts.

Steve Carlson sighed heavily and scrubbed his hands through shoulder length blond hair. He hated getting ready to go on tour, but he’d gotten lucky. Having just finished the tracks for the new CD, most of his regular band had their schedules open.

The only exception was his rhythm guitar player, and backup singer. Jeremy’s wife was near the end of her pregnancy. There was no way he could go on tour.

They only had six weeks to pull this together. His second CD popped platinum on Tuesday’s Billboard charts. Instead of sending congratulation, the record company insisted he do a national tour to pump them even more.

So here he sat with his producer, company suit, and manager auditioning musicians that wanted to ride his coat tails to a music career.

Four hours…four long hours they’d been sitting, listening, and cringing. The last guy seemed promising. His playing was great, but the minute he opened his mouth to sing, Steve had visions of a tail mashed cat.

“Can we take five, guys?” Steve asked.

The record exec frowned at the singer. “We’ve only got a couple more scheduled for today. Can’t you suck it up a little longer?”

Steve bristled at the condescending tone. He stood so fast his chair slammed against the studio wall. Just as he was about to cut lose his temper, a soft drawl cut through the tension in the room.

“I kin come back later, if ya’ll’s havin’ a problem.”

Three heads snapped toward the door. Less than six feet tall, the man standing in the door filled the room with his presence. A battered straw cowboy hat covered long dark hair and hid his face in its shadow. A scarred guitar case sat at his feet.

Steve pulled in a deep breath and released his anger along with his breath.

“No problem, man. Just the usual crap.” Steve threw a glare at the suit.

He held hands up in surrender. “You’re the star, Mr. Carlson.”

With an eye roll, Steve turned his attention to the papers on the table. “You are…?”

“Kane, Chris Kane.” He pulled his guitar out and checked the tuning.

Steve read over his resume while Chris waited.

“Let’s hear what you got.”

What had barely started all those years ago had grown into a highly lucrative business known as Steve Carlson. His music crossed so many genres that it was hard to find a radio station that didn’t play his music.


For five years, Christian Kane gave almost everything to Steve Carlson. Back-up vocals, rhythm guitar, writing partner, best friend.

Five years ago he’d given Steve Carlson everything. His heart, his body, and his soul, but only a select few knew that side of the partners.

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam+Dean (no wincest please), Sam went to hell in Dean's place and lasted two weeks

there's never a winner of the quickdraw - AU(of course), R, gen, spoilers for season 5

[tigriswolf]

No one expected Lilith to look into Sam's eyes, that night Dean's deal came due, and actually agree to a trade.

And when Sam Winchester gets to Hell, the line to carve him up is almost out the door.

o0o

"Now, your daddy," Alistair drawls the first day, tracing the silver dagger along Sam's flank. "He never screamed. And your mama—my, what a mouth she had. Even I'd never heard some’a those curses before."

Sam bites all the way through his tongue but he never makes a sound.

o0o

(Dean Winchester is carving a bloody swath through everything topside and Alistair cackles while Sammy cries.)

o0o

"Poor little Sammy," Alistair murmurs, wrapping himself completely around what's left of Sam's tattered soul. "You only ever tried to do the right thing. The best you could." He licks Sam's skin and it flakes off.

Alistair gives the demons one cut each. Sam begs for the pain to stop.

It doesn't.

o0o

No one expected Lilith to smile and amble over, press her lips to Sam's and whisper into his mouth, A deal's a deal, Sammy-boy. This time, no take-backs.

o0o

No angels come for Sam Winchester. Alistair marks the days on his ribcage and says, “You can make all this pain stop, you know.” He offers the razor, lets the firelight glint off it. “Three little letters. One syllable.”

Sam spits blood on his cheek. Alistair smiles.

o0o

On the day Sam Winchester mutters yes through broken teeth and bleeding gums, it rains topside.

He’s been dead(again) for less than two days. In Hell, it’s been about two weeks. Maybe. No one really keeps score. Just like there was no time in Eden , so there is no time in Hell.

Time’s relative anyway. What matters is this:

Alistair says, stepping back from his pretty painting of Sam’s entrails, “All this can stop.”

And Sam says, though his voice is gone with screaming, “Yes.”

o0o

No angel comes for Sam Winchester. And when Lilith is killed, Lucifer walks free from his cage, clothed in Winchester skin.

His brother meets him at the doorway, clothed in nearly the same.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, Sateda never fell

end of the road - preslash, PG, AU(of course)

[tigriswolf]

In Pegasus, there are a few pockets of resistance to the Wraith left. When the Earthlings get there, they fall right into a galaxy-wide war—replicators versus humans versus wraith, with the humans losing because their numbers are finite and so easy to kill.

Atlantis is at the bottom of the sea without the power to rise or send the explorers back to Earth, so Dr. McKay picks an address at random and sends everyone through.

On the other side, they meet blasters the likes of which they've never seen and hardened warriors with distrustful eyes.

Colonel Sumner steps in front of Dr. Weir and says, "Who's in charge here."

A man strides forward, taller and broader than all the rest. "I'm Dex," he says, gaze roving over the Earthlings, lingering on Sheppard. "Are you with us or them?" He flicks his eyes to the sky before focusing back on Sumner.

Sumner is clearly at a loss for words, so Dr. Weir moves around him. "We were hoping to find the Ancients," she tells Dex quietly. "If we've stumbled into the midst of something, we apologize."

Dex stares at her for a moment then turns back to his soldiers. “Any of you good in a fight?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Yes,” Sumner says shortly. His hands tighten around his gun while the scientists try not to draw attention and the Earthling soldiers shift, preparing for—something.

Dex says, “Fighters go with them,” and half a dozen of his warriors break off. “Rest of you, tell me what you’re good at and we’ll find you a place.”

None of the Earthlings move and Dex bares his teeth. “Or we can kill you where you stand, just to be safe.”

Sumner glares, fingers white around his gun. “I’m not leaving them without protection,” he hisses.

Considering that, Dex’s eyes go back to Sheppard. “Alright,” he says. “Leave a couple.”

Sumner bites his tongue, but turns and barks a few orders. All but five soldiers, including Sheppard, follow Dex’s warriors. Sumner mutters to Sheppard, “Keep them safe” and Sheppard nods.

Dex waits a moment, studying the remaining Earthlings again. “Any of you medical?” he asks. Half a dozen raise their hands. “Go with Melena.” She steps forward with a smile and gestures for them to follow; they do.

Sheppard nods for one of the marines to accompany them.

“Rest of you,” Dex says, “step up and tell me your specialty.”

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, Woman!Cam

[sivanshemesh.livejournal.com]

Magnificent 7, Ezra and Chris, Chris got a taste how to be Maude's son & Ezra as a cold gunslinger.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, dark!Nate (mirror verse or evil twin or whatever) has a taste for evil.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, some piece of alien technology forces them to share one body

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

The colonel and the archaeologist had been bickering since they had stepped out of the gate on PX4-888. A constant flow of sarcastic remarks and silly “Daniel?“,“Jack?”-moments followed by “You bet, flyboy” and “Wait until you’re my age, book-boy”-crap.

The team was so used it that Teal’c only sighed when Jack stole food from Daniel’s plate during dinner, and Sam merely rolled her eyes when Daniel slapped Jack’s hand for it. Jack and Daniel would have never thought that somebody could have been offended by their playful banter but they were wrong.

Jack announced, “The last cookie is mine,” and stretched out his hand to get it. Daniel beat him to it, snatched it, popped it into his mouth, and munched happily as he tried to say, “I ffon’t ffink ffo.”

“You ... you ...!”

That was the moment when the patience of their hosts run out. With something that resembled a lot like anger – and this from a people that had been extraordinary phlegmatic so far – the village-administrator rose from the table and turned to Jack and Daniel. “Your belligerent behaviour causes us a lot of emotional pain, and I’m sure, it is merely a reflection of the emotional pain you are both suffering. We are convinced that a better understanding of the other is the remedy to nearly all forms of arguments and misunderstandings. Our children learn this at an early age.”

He fumbled under his richly brocaded waistcoat and pulled out a golden chain with a sparkling green amulet. Turning the pendant at Jack and Daniel he added, “This will help you”. (...)

The rest is here:

http://antares04a.livejournal.com/25454.html#cutid1

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Leverage/rps, authors choice/Eliot + Christian Kane, "Apparently if whatever made Eliot turn into a Hitter hadn't happened he'd have become a country singer with an attitude problem."

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

no fic but...OMG I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, mirror verse!Cam *or* mirror verse!John meets one of "our" flyboys.

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Keith Mars and Clarence Wiedman, they're both happy not to be in the other one's shoes.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible, Billy/Author's Choice, Billy never wore a lab coat... he only thought he did.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney & Ted, Granola!Barney and Manwhore!Ted First Meetings

[ltec.livejournal.com]

'Here's your coffee Mr. Smith'.

'Soy milk, half fat latte?'

'I don't understand what you are saying?'

'Is it a soy milk, half fat latte?'

'Yes', Castiel answers completely confused by what Dean is talking about.

'Are you sure because yesterday I'm sure you gave me full fat'

'Yes I'm sure it's a soy milk, half fat latte'.

'Good', Dean stares at him as he presses numbers into his phone before waving him away.

He closes the door quietly and prays Sam and Dean figure this out quickly because he's not sure he can put up with the douche bag Mr. Smith much longer.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

SGA, straightwriter!Rodney/rentboy!John, Rodney is a struggling journalist living with his friends Teyla and Ronon who both have aids as well as Ford who is a drug addict. Unable to save his friends, Rodney tries to find someone he could save but John doesn't want saving, he just wants sex which is something Rodney can't give him.

sorry for the specifics, this is a Rent AU that has been eating my brain for over a year. If somebody writes it, maybe it'll leave me alone

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Giles/Ethan? /Xander? /Author's Choice? Giles isn't really working for the Watcher's Council...

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, Justin's the one breaking the rules

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

X3 - (X-Men) - Magneto is the one killed, and Jean gets the cure.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, life without magic

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

Twilight - Bella Swan is a hardcore 2nd wave feminist

No fic, but...

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

I really want to read this. The idea sounds hilarious.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Greek, author's choice, the great fraternity/sorority house swap

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Bucky wound up in the ice, Steve wound up with the Russians.

What If Steve had Been the Winter Soldier

[ani-bester.livejournal.com]

Warning Death Fic (because the What if's can be MORBID)

"The only person I am," Steve snarled, "is the man who is going to kill you."

Bucky gasped in pain as Steve's fist slammed against the shield hard enough to knock Bucky off his feet and into the wall.

"He'll do it," Bucky realized as he stared into the blue eyes of what was left of his mentor, his friend.

Bucky swore at the pain in his back and shoulders. He'd been holding back. Already disadvantaged against the Super Soldier, and he'd been holding back.

And this man had to be stopped. The Cosmic cube could not fall into the hands of evil. Not again.

Bucky looked at the face he'd known so intimately, that he'd laid awake in bed begging fate to let him see again.

Fate was a fucking bitch.

He looked at Steve's blue eyes for something, anything of the noble, loving, friend that had been there.

Bucky found nothing but the eyes of a killer. Helet his eyes close for only a second.

A second to remember warm arms around him. A second to remember being chest to chest with Steve, beneath him, safe with him. A second to remember laying wrapped in the same too thin sleeping bag. A second to remember Steve lavishing kisses on him, thanking him for saving them all from the Red Skull's brainwashing.

"I'd have rather died," Steve whispered as he held Bucky close. "I'd rather die then serve the Red Skull."

Bucky had laughed then because after all, he'd saved Steve. Laughed as he'd pulled Steve's shirt off.

He opened his eyes again.

"I know what you'd want Steve," he whispered. He would save Steve again. No matter the cost.

The assassin scowled, and pulled out a knife from his boot.

"I told you, I'm not Steve."

Bucky drew his own knife, "Yeah," he whispered, "I know that. Now."

When Sharon and Sam made it to the lower level of the Bunker that found Bucky cradling Steve's still form, his hands drenched in blood.

"I got your back, buddy," Bucky whispered, looking up and hoping Steve understood.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, prison protection turns into a prison romance

[ladyjax.livejournal.com]

This was started as something different then it turned into an homage to the movie, "Brubaker". Go figure. :)

***
Alec keeps to himself.

He doesn't look up or look around when he walks the main hall, because that only invites the type of trouble that he doesn't want or need. "Six more months," he tells himself. Six months before a space opens up at one of the coastal facilities, before he can be transferred back into direct federal authority.

Alec keeps his head down, doesn't talk back, stays out of the other prisoners' business. Best thing to do, his attorney Nathan Ford counseled, is not to give anyone any reason to notice you. And for the most part this advice works. Alec's fellow inmates aren't particularly interested in why he's there. They're too caught up in their own private hells.

"Hardison."

Startled, Alec looks up and cringes inwardly. Officer Thomas Heckler crooks a finger at him, his lips pulled in a slight smirk. Alec chances a glance at one or two inmates but they turn away, leaving him to his own particular damnation. Except for the guy with the ponytail. They've never spoken; he's supposed to be enough of a bad ass that just about everyone else avoids him. He's watching, something dark on his face and then Alec puts him out of his mind as he draws even with Heckler.

Alec picks a point over the guard's shoulder to train his eyes on. "Yes, officer?"

The business end of a nightstick pokes him the chest. "Eyes on me, son." Heckler's voice is a sibilant hiss. Alec shifts his gaze to meet the other man's and suppresses a shudder. "Time for your weekly check."

Heckler's malevolence is a like a living, breathing thing with eyes that seemed to have found Alec the minute he walked through the doors of CI Mojave. It was a week before the guard made his move, cornering the former hacker in his cell and letting him know the score. Alec fully expected to be raped that night.

As it turns out Heckler's torments were of a different sort, designed to wear Alec down until he was soft and pliant. Willing. "So much sweeter," Heckler had whispered into Alec's ear as he slowly ran a leather gloved hand up and down the younger man's body. Alec would bite his lip and stand with his hands planted on the wall, legs spread as Heckler ordered and endure.

Six more months.

It's the mantra Alec chants as he assumes the position in his cell. It's what he holds on to when he feels Heckler's breath on the back of his neck and the press of his body against his own.

Suddenly, his cell explodes with sound and Heckler's body is wrenched away. Alec flips over, pressing his back against the wall. "What the fuck??"

Two other guards are crammed into the cell with weapons drawn and Ponytail Guy has Heckler down on the floor, one hand in the guard's hair, his knee pressing into Heckler's back. "You just had to go for him again, didn't you, you sick fuck." The words are snarled and punctuated by Heckler's face being slammed into the floor. "I'm gonna enjoy sending your ass to jail. See how you like being someone else's bitch." Heckler's levered up and shoved into the waiting arms of the guards. "Get him out of here."

Alec is shaking his head, watching this all unfold. "This is not happening. I just need to do my time, man. No trouble."

His savior steps over the bloodstain on the floor and Alec cringes even as he curses himself inwardly for doing it. "Hey, hey. It's okay." He's stops just close enough to touch. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him sooner."

Something about the way he says it, slow, gentle, makes Alec straighten a bit. "Who, who are you?"

The other man smiles and holds out his hand. "Eliot Spenser. I'm the new warden."

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - pre-'The Wish' lives of the Scooby gang in the Wishverse.
(I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Ultimate Spider-man, Peter Parker/MJ Watson, what if the spider bit both of them?