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Multifandom prompt meme! :D

Leave me a prompt (for a fandom/show/book/whatever that I am actually familiar with) and I'll write a drabble! And if anyone wants to get in on the action too, well, the more the merrier!

Any pairing or non-pairing is fine; just be sensible about what I could write. We all know I'm wonderful, but I'm not that wonderful. ;)

Suggested fandoms:
Inception
Star Trek XI
Glee
NCIS
NCIS:LA
Harry Potter
Leverage
White Collar
Sherlock BBC
Sherlock 2009
Tamora Pierce books (any)
Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America
The Losers
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Robin McKinley books (any)
Heroes
Merlin
Gundam Wing
Law&Order: SVU
Numb3rs
Limited RPF for STXI and SPN
Covert Affairs
His Dark Materials
Brick
(500) Days of Summer
etc.

Go crazy! I'll try to do my best! :D

ETA: Also, feel free to pimp this wherever. :D

Filled:
Untitled, Avengers/Losers xover, gen
'Twas the Season, Protector of the Small, Kel/Dom
Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John
Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto
Untitled Glee/SPN preview/snippet, gen
The Lowering Of; Provost's Dogs, Beka/Rosto
Soup, The Losers, Cougar/Jensen
A Father's Journal, Glee/SPN, slight hints of Puck/Kurt
Untitled, The Losers, celebrating the DADT repeal, J/C
Ready, Aim, Fire; The Losers, girl!C/J
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The Losers/Avengers - one of Max's schemes draws the attention of the Avengers and the two teams bump into each other.

Tamora Pierce (Protector of the Small series)...Kel/Dom and ensemble
Prompt: Midwinter
Thank you!

Tony Stark frowned at the report in front of him. Technically, he shouldn't even have had access to it, but it had been a long time since any one was capable of stopping Tony of finding out what he wanted, and when Steve had pointed out an anomaly in a recent news broadcast, the technical genius and CEO was on the case.

And to be honest, he was surprised that there was a case at all. The news wasn't exactly reliable these days, and the fact that Steve had even noticed that the so-called terrorists that hit Miami had looked familiar and weren't they the soldiers from that Bolivia incident that Fury had ranted about for three days? kind of amazed Tony. Cap was amazing.

(Tony was such a fanboy, it was almost embarrassing. Whatever. Steve was Captain America, and a good man besides.)

Steve read over Tony's shoulder as he went through everything. The report detailed a stop-secret mission gone wrong, but a ten year old could see that it was a load of bullshit. The officer who wrote it tossed around words and phrases like “off the rails” and “deeply disturbed.” He was doing his damnedest to imply that those soldiers had crashed their helicopter and all the kids inside it on purpose. Which didn't match their psych profiles at all.

Mind control was a possible explanation, and the unit – who apparently called themselves the Losers, which the officer claimed via psychobabble was a sign of anti-authority sentiment – certainly had enough enemies, but the idea was too neat. Why would the government – No, scratch that. Why would the CIA try to cover up mind control? It was a common enough occurrence, and there was no shame in it like there had been in the eighties.

Tony dug deeper.

Deep in one of the internal memos that that same officer wrote was a mention of a man named Max. Something about it pinged with Tony's memory. Max. Max. It had to mean something. There was some connection there, and Tony—

Tony thought about the men who were declared dead, their families left to mourn alone. The lies they had been fed. How powerless they must feel.

“Buckle up, Steve,” Tony said. “We're about to get into some deep shit.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way,” Steve smiled.

fandom: SHERLOCK BBC!
Pairing: Sherlock/John <3
Prompt: Holiday fic! :D John is being very secretive; going to the market without letting Sherlock join and one night Sherlock hears a mysterious crumbling of paper from John's room but when he tries to come in John slams the door in his face! Sherlock is completely clueless as to why this is (maybe feeling a bit hurt?) until the puzzle is solved on Christmas day. ^_^
[Long prompt is long... >_> But feel free to bend it to your own will! =P]

Kel wiped her palms on her breeches and tried to calm down her racing heart. The midwinter celebration was in full swing, and Lady Knight Keldary of Mindelan was as nervous as a squire before her first tournament.

She was going to do it. Tonight was the night.

It was the first midwinter since the end of the war with Scanra ended a year ago, and most of their ragtag group of friends were in good spirits. The war was over, the mad mage had been stopped, and the king had recalled all of them to the palace for the winter for some much needed downtime. Kel hadn't wanted to leave New Hope, and Tobe had stubbornly refused to be left, but she had come anyway because—

Because Dom was here, and she was going to do it tonight.

She faced down stormwings, centaurs, and savage death machines. She should be able to do this.

She straightened her shoulders and put on her best Yamani mask. She wiped her hand against the perfectly fitted breeches again (Goddess bless Lalassa; she could make anyone look wonderful, even Kel) and reached for the door handle. It swung open before she could touch it, revealing a grinning Neal and Owen. They grabbed her and dragged into the party before she could turn tail and run away.

“He's that way,” Neal said slyly, shoving her in the direction of the window. He pointed, and she caught sight of her target. Panic clawed at the inside of her stomach. Why was she even doing this? She could be happy with just his friendship; she didn't need more. She could turn around right now, and only Neal and Owen would know her shame. Would know that the girl who had shattered everyone's expectations and won them a war had chickened out of talking to a boy. Man.

“What are you waiting for?” Owen prompted. He was smiling widely, like he could stop. “Get it, girl!” She made a mental note to stop him from hanging around with the New Hope boys. They were a bad influence. (She thought this fondly, of course, because the New Hope boys were her boys and she loved them like a mother bear.)

Kel swallowed thickly and stepped forward. She could do this. She was doing this. If it didn't work out, well, she was returning North in a month. She wouldn't have to see him again until Raoul came to visit and dragged Third Company with him. That would be awkward.

But it was too late to back out now. She had arrived.

“Hello, Kel,” Dom said with a smile. He was leaning against the wall, watching all of their friends and family eat, drink, and be merry. “Enjoying the party?”

“I have something to give you,” Kel blurted. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks when he raised his eyebrow, but she fought it off. She could do this.

“I have something to give you too,” he said. “I don't have it with me, though. It's in my rooms—”

“I have it,” Kel interrupted. “Uh. Not the gift you want to give me, obviously, but what I want to give you.” Oh gods and goddesses, this was terrible. This was worse than she had imagined.

“Alright—” he started so say, but he didn't get to finish because she kissed him.

Right there. In front of everyone.

But it didn't matter, because he kissed her back.

“I lied,” he said when they broke apart, both of them ignoring the attention their kiss had drawn. “That was just an excuse to get you alone. Looks like I didn't need it.” His eyes sparkled with mirth.

Kel didn't answer; she just kissed him again, making a rude gesture to the room at large when they started catcalling again. 'Twas the season.

Hope you like it!

Hold on; this one is taking me a bit longer. :3

Sorry...? xD

I'm gonna give you two prompts, one not so crazy and one quite crazy, choose the one you like best ^^

Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Prompt: John had always thought that Sherlock didn't do Christmas. Christmas was too illogical, too social, took time Sherlock needed for his experiments. It just wasn't Sherlock's thing. Boy, how wrong he was.

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Fandom: Crossover Star Trek XI/Sherlock BBC
Pairings: Spock/Kirk and Sherlock/John or gen
Prompt: For some reason (malfunctioning transporters? Sherlock solving crimes in space?) Spock, Kirk, Sherlock and John celebrate Christmas together. They all behave like this:
Spock: This is illogical *Spock is not impressed*
Jim: Chriiistmaaaas :D The most awesome thing EVER! *overgrown puppy*
Sherlock: I don't have time for this ... *does some anti-Christmas bonding with Spock*
John: ...*Christmas with two asocial lunatics/geniuses and one drunk playboy? Kill me please*

I want to leave you a prompt...but I need to pack...so I will leave you this comment..and get back to you with a prompt when I think of one.

No prob. :D Plot. It happens. XD

Consider this your placeholder than! :D

Yay! *clings to you* I have no way to keep in touch with you for the next like...week...unless I get to go over to my cousin's and use his wifi.

*cries*

Pinto meets Team Free Will.

Aaaaand GO!

:D

John woke up to the sound of Sherlock cursing downstairs. He groaned sluggishly, not feeling particularly excited about getting up and stopping Sherlock from destroying the living room or setting the flat on fire. But, it had to be done, if only to keep a roof over John's head. No telling when Sherlock would bring it crashing down.

John climbed out of bed slowly, listening to his joints creak in protest. The room didn't have the best heater and was slightly chilly, raising goosebumps across John's arms. There was a bang from below, and he bolted out the door, not even bothering to grab one of his jumpers for warmth. He wasn't even wearing socks.

Sherlock was in the kitchen. Nothing was exploded. Nothing was blood splattered. Nothing showed any signs of having once been alive and possibly a person. He was wearing a Santa apron. It was even lined with white fuzz. He even had a matching hat.

John's brain stopped all functions for a moment to point how very fucking strange this was.

Most of the kitchen had been cleared of its usual debris. There tiny holiday wreaths hanging from the cabinet doors. There was a Christmas-themed table cloth spread over the table. There was an ancient radio John had never seen before playing “Jingle Bells” in the corner. The chair legs were wrapped in glittery red and green streamers. There was a vase stuffed with candy canes place in the center of the table. Sprigs of fake holly were taped to the door frame. There were Christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling.

It was like a horror movie: Everything slowed down as John tried to process the monstrosity in front of him.

“Oh, hello John,” Sherlock said cheerfully, like he hadn't just woken John up and apparently redecorated the flat in the most tacky way possible. John swore that he could see glitter-covered fake fruit glued to several of the tiny Christmas trees that had forested in their living room over night. “Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”

He didn't sound sorry at all, which pissed John off and if his brain hadn't decided to take a vacation, he probably would have punched his flatmate just to make his sentiments known.

Sherlock finally turned to look at him, and when he did, he froze. A surprised smirk flashed across his face before it was replaced by a carefully blank stare. John felt his hair prickle in warning.

“John,” Sherlock said, putting down the streamer he'd been twisting into a bow. “How interesting.”

“What's interesting?” John said, refusing to step back or look frightened. Not that he was frightened or anything.

“Where your standing,” his flatmate said, taking another long step. He was right in front of John now, close enough that John could almost feel the heat radiating from his chest. This time John did move back, but Sherlock followed him. Then he looked up.

John traced his gaze up, and up, and up, until he saw—

Mistletoe. Sherlock had hung mistletoe in their flat.

Well then.

Never let it be said that John Watson backed down from a challenge.

He reached forward, grabbed Sherlock's shoulders, and tugged him down a little so that John would have better access, and then he snogged him silly.

Girl, you sure work fast!

The thing about you being funny? It's true! I love how you have described John's journey into Christmas Wonderland in the Holmes/Watson household. I like how he goes through this gradient of emotions; how he first just accepts fate and goes to rescue Sherlock from himself, how he then steps into Twilight Zone and then recognises an opportunity when he sees one. And I physically flinch from reading about all the Christmas decorations ... it really is a fine line between cozy and chaos when it comes to Christmas decorations.

My favourite part: Sherlock was in the kitchen. Nothing was exploded. Nothing was blood splattered. Nothing showed any signs of having once been alive and possibly a person. He was wearing a Santa apron. It was even lined with white fuzz. He even had a matching hat.

John's brain stopped all functions for a moment to point how very fucking strange this was.

Thanks for writing this ♥

It was just supposed to be a simple road trip. Just two friends on a road trip through the middle of no where before filming the sequel started and they lost the right to free time. No muss, no fuss, no press.

But of course, that all went to hell, and far too literally for Chris's taste. Zach glanced over at him, terror in his eyes, as the creepy girl with tar-black eyes advanced on them.

“Oh,” she said with a cruel smirk that didn't fit her face. “Well, well, well. I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. Or at least, Annie here is.” There was no one there besides the two actors and the...thing that looked like a person. The thing threw back its head and laughed. “She's screaming at me right now, you know? Wants me to leave you alone. Poor Annie,” the black-eyed thing smirked. “What's going to happen to her when I leave and she's wanted for the murders of her favorite celebrities?”

Chris felt his skin crawl. There was something wrong here, something very, very wrong. He was an actor; he was an expert at reading body language, and there was something off about their attacker's. It – it just felt wrong to call the thing a she, although Chris had no idea why – had stopped their car in the middle of the woods with a wave of its hand, it had pulled them out without even a hint of strain, but its little movements were stiff. Wrong. Unnatural, but not just that. Rusty.

The thing stepped towards them sharply, like it was trying to scare them. It worked; Zach grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him back, away from the thing that looked like a young woman but wasn't.

“Stay away from us,” Zach said shakily. Chris twisted until he could grab Zach's hand, and he held on as if for dear life. The thing sneered at them and stepped forward again.

“Annie's gonna love this,” it said.

“I doubt it, hellbitch.”

A man appeared from behind a tree. His eyes were firmly locked on the woman-that-wasn't, and they were hate filled. He looked kind of like that guy from Dark Angel's hotter older brother. Another man loomed behind him, shadowed by the trees. There was a faint rustling on the opposite side of the road, but when Chris glanced over and back, there was no one there.

“Dean Winchester,” the thing giggled. It tossed its hair like a high school girl. “And little Sammy too. Aw, reunited once again. How was Hell? Crispy, right?”

“I wouldn't be mouthing off, if I were you,” Dean Winchester said with a sneer of his own. He stepped forward slight, catching himself in the moonlight. “You're not in any position to piss us off any more than you already have.”

“I can do what I want,” the thing snarled. “You can't stop me.”

“We already have,” the looming man said flatly. “Look up.”

The thing did, and so did Chris and Zach, because it wasn't like there was anything else that they could do. It took a second to stop them under the night sky, but then the clouds shifted and they could make out the faint gleam of wiring. Back and forth it went, twisting across the road in a pattern that seemed familiar.

A star. A pentagram. And they (and the woman-that-wasn't) were smack in the middle of it.

The thing shrieked in rage and lunged towards the men on the side of the road. Zach dragged Chris the rest of the way back, until they were out from under the wires and away from the thing. The thing got to the edge of the wires and then stopped, like it had slammed into a wall.

“Do not try it, demon,” a new voice intoned. The actors turned to stare at yet another man, who had appeared next to them in the space of a blink. It was like that trick were the camera turns and the actor has to scramble to get to their mark before it swings back around, except that this was real life and there were no cameras. He was wearing a trench coat. “I can and will fry you where you stand.”

“And then what about poor Annie?” the thing said. It sounded vaguely pleading. “You kill me, you kill her.”

“That's why we're going to exorcize your ass,” Dean Winchester said. He flipped open a ratty leather-bound notebook and began reciting something. The thing – demon? – screamed from inside the pentagram, almost drowning out his words, but the tall man in the shadows joined in and lent his voice. Chris kind of wanted to say it too, since it seemed to be hurting the not-woman, but he didn't know the words. It sounded Latin-y.

Suddenly, the demon threw back its head, and black smoke tore from its throat, reaching skywards. The man in the trench coat waved his hand, and the smoke...froze. Chris edged away from him, even though his eyes weren't black. He had had too many unpleasant surprises already tonight. With another wave, the black smoke was gone.

“Sorry 'bout that,” Dean Winchester said gruffly. “You guys alright?”

“Yeah,” Zach said shakily. “Yeah, we're fine. Our car isn't though.”

“Better than the alternative,” the man in the trench coat said stiffly. “Dean. Sam. Good-bye.” And then, just like that, he was gone.

“I hate it when he does that,” Dean complained. “Look, you guys hold on a second before you call someone to pick you up. We've gotta get these wires down first.”

“Whatever,” Chris said. He sat down, right there, in the middle of the road, and he dragged Zach down with him. They were still holding hands.

“I think we could have died tonight,” Zach whispered.

“I think we almost did,” Chris said. Neither of them let go of the other's hand.

You're welcome sweetie! :D I'll get your other prompt finished when I get off of work tonight. :D

You. You are AWESOME! I mean, like...forreals.

It sounded Latin-y.

I freaking love you *smush*. I bow before you and your insane ability to write stuff like this in like, what did that take you, 20 minutes?

Now I want more. Maybe now I should finish my Pinto/SPN crossover I started a year ago *facepalm*.

Hehehe *facepalm* I just now realized that I didn't give that poor woman any closure. Poor Annie. Also, typos. *bangs head against wall*

*blushes* Thank you!

Pinto/SPN crossover??????????? Yes, please do!

Edited 2010-12-23 19:47 (UTC)

GLEE/SUPERNATURAL!!! ~~WHAT?~~

A poltergeist is running rampant at William McKinley High School! When the Winchester brothers investigate, they have more trouble avoiding the cast of Glee's spontaneous musical numbers and impromptu duets laced with innuendo than they do with apprehending the poltergeist itself.

I loved it, thank you! This was my very first fandom...and you wrote a lovely tribute to it!!!

am so sorry to cut in, but I just wanted to say that this sounds absolutely lovely!

I'll probably have this done by tomorrow! :D I'm so excited! XD You guys are leaving me such wonderful prompts. *makes grabby hands*

Oh, hoho, what's this?

The Losers - DADT being repealed

Feel free to comment on my own prompt post (http://setos-puppy.livejournal.com/278498.html)

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Multifandom prompt meme! :D

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Untitled Avengers/Losers; gen; Steve, Tony; PG

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Tortall fic: 'Twas the Season; Kel/Dom, PG.

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Prompts 1: Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John

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Re: Tortall fic: 'Twas the Season; Kel/Dom, PG.

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