Here's what I wrote since the first round-up. Not sure if I'll be filling any more since I'm not familiar with most of the fandoms being requested.
Prompt from
lizzie_marie_23: Narnia/Harry Potter, Edmund ~ or / Ginny, hidden corners of the world
It was from a desperate need to escape the world and the embarrassment of her Singing Valentine to Harry Potter that led to the discovery of the mysterious door on the seventh floor.
She had made several trips through the door since then to the kingdom of Narnia and the young kings and queens (barely older than herself) she met there. With every visit, one of the rulers would show her some of their favorite parts of their kingdom and soon, Ginny travelled as far east as where the beautiful castle of Cair Paravel stood, north to the wigwams and marshes that the ever pessimistic Marshwiggles inhabited, and south to the green glades where herds of Centaurs (no different than the ones she heard that lived in the Forbidden Forest) and a clan of cheery Red Dwarfs lived.
On this trip, Ginny met King Edmund in front of an eternally lit lamppost (similar in appearance to the ones found in Diagon Alley) in western Narnia and he took her to a small clearing surrounded by the vast forests that lay between Lantern Waste and the fords of Beruna. To her eyes, it looked no different than any other one could find hidden amongst the caves, streams and tall trees in the magical land but Edmund looked at her with a solemn face and said, "It was at this very spot where I first learned what being a king truly meant."
And as she listened to the story of his very first Christmas in Narnia, where he witnessed a festive gathering go horrifically wrong, Ginny saw there was much more to the moss-covered stones that lay scattered on the ground. She soon wondered what other secrets or forgotten bits of history were out there, invisible to her eyes but waiting for her to find them.
Originally posted
here.
Prompt from
samueljames: Angel, Lindsey MacDonald, didn't start out evil.
He had recently graduated from law school and jumped at the offer of working for such a prestigious firm as Wolfram & Hart - after all, he only needed to stay long enough so it would look impressive on his resume should he wished to move on in the future.
As a newly minted lawyer, he knew the fine print of the employment contract and non-disclosure agreement were important but having been warned that he would start out like all new recruits by working in the mail room before climbing up the ranks, he signed his name with a flourish and skipped through all of the paperwork and so missed the very important information about the clientele and type of cases the firm handled.
After several years and promotions (he was very good at his job and the firm knew it), Lindsey sat behind his large desk and wondered if that was the day where it all went wrong - he had wanted to do good in the world and defend the wronged but never realized he'd end up helping vampires, demons and other criminal enterprises in Los Angeles.
Originally posted
here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Any, any, Well, here we are again - it's always such a pleasure. (River Song and the Doctor, Doctor Who)
It was one of her favorite pranks to play on the Doctor and he fell for it every time: leave a set of coordinates in Gallifreyan somewhere in the universe and then wait to see which of his incarnations would show up.
With her preparations made and a location carefully chosen - a secluded spot along the Tiber, hidden away from any ancient Romans who may live nearby - she knew the TARDIS would bring her husband to her shortly.
River heard the familiar whoosh sound and once her husband stepped out of the blue police box to investigate, she rose out of the river and turned to face him, her long, curly red hair draping across one shoulder while the rest fell down her back with the ends cupped in her hand across her naked body just like Botticelli's famous painting and said with a smile on her face, "Hello, Sweetie."
Originally posted
here.
Crosspost:
http://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/36955.html