I told you about how we need someone to write us some ‘Jack O’Neill becomes the new head of the Avengers after Fury’ fic right? cause we neeeeeed it.

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tygermama:

norcumi:

HAH! Oh that is TERRIFYING and amusing as all get out. 😀

Not it, but I am happy to spread the notion out there!

I typed this all out somewhere before but I can’t remember where but can you imagine the Avengers trying to read Jack in? with Sam, Teal’c and Daniel there for shits and giggles?

Cap: well, I died and came back to life

Daniel looks up at the ceiling

Tony: I am incredibly smart and could probably blow up the Sun

Sam blushes

Thor: I’m actually not a god, I’m an alien

Teal’c suddenly develops an intense cough

Tony: why do I get the feeling you’re not too impressed with all this?

Jack: yeah, well, you see, it’s like this…

HAAAH! ::APPLAUDS::

*blinks* Fuck you both, I already had enough plot bunnies. *adds to things that sound like a lot of fun to play with*

Stargate SG-1: Born a Queen: Returning Home

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Fandom: Stargate SG-1
AU: Born a Queen
Word Count: 543
Characters: Baal, Bra’tac, Daniel Jackson, Lilith (OC)

Lilith leaves Earth to return to her father one final time.

Lilith stands straight as she can, watching the chappa’ai spin, the coordinates familiar as her own name. Not home, but a safe enough place to pass from the hands of the tau’ri to those of her father. A last exchange, a last goodbye to those she has come to count as family, though she still finds Earth wanting compared to home.

“What are you thinking about?” Dan’yel is kind enough to speak goa’uld with her, though he is the only one to do so even now. He’s also taught her other languages, a tactic of diplomacy she has come to appreciate.

“That I will not return to Earth again as hostage.” Lilith tilts her chin up as the wormhole flares before stabilizing in the center of the chappa’ai, a blue welcome that beckons on to home. “If I return, it will be as a Queen treating with allies.”

She pauses, turning to look over her shoulder at the window above the control center. General Hammond, standing at the center among others who have come to see her off on this last journey. Waiting a long moment, words caught in her throat before she manages to speak, voice steadier than she’d expected it to be. “I will miss you.”

Turning back to face the chappa’ai, Lilith takes a deep breath, waiting for the marines who always accompany them to send back the all-clear before she steps onto the ramp, counting the seconds to keep from running like an undignified child to the path to home.

On the other side, her father waits with his own entourage, and the leaders of the planet make a third party to this exchange. J’affa, who have a vested interest in the continuing circumspection by her father, and in what ceremony might accompany this last fraught visit here.

Meeting the gaze of the old man who is the leader of the j’affa, she tilts her head in a greeting of equals. “Master Bra’tac. You have my thanks for offering this place as neutral ground between my father and the tau’ri. I shall not forget your kindness, nor the generosity of the j’affa who opened their home to a great risk in allowing this.”

Bra’tac smiles a little, though it holds no more warmth than is diplomatic. He could act the indulgent uncle when she was younger, and the tau’ri had come before her father arrived. She will miss that closeness, even as she uses the lessons that it had taught her. A sacrifice to the role she had been created to fill, and has looked forward to even as a child.

“You are welcome for the place and the time, Lady Lilith. May our paths never cross in battle.” His smile widens a little at the end, and Lilith nods in silent assent. She hopes it is a promise she can fill, to never bring war to the doorstep of the free j’affa.

Turning away from Bra’tac, she smiles widely, though she keeps her steps measured, counting silently once more. “Father.”

Baal is watching her with pride, his hands clasped behind him as he waits for her to stop in front of him. Taking her hands when she offers them, studying her for a long moment. “Welcome home.”

Stargate SG-1: Born a Queen: Subterfuge

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Fandom: Stargate SG-1
AU: Born a Queen
Word Count: 677
Characters: Baal, Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Lilith (OC), Samantha Carter | Sam

A conversation between Baal and SG-1 about Lilith.

“What do you mean she’s only six?!” Jack knows exactly what the discrepancy in Lilith’s actual age and apparent age means, he just wants to know why the hell Baal had been accelerating her growth in the first place.

From the safety – at least, according to her, though Jack isn’t so certain – of her father’s arms, Lilith sticks out her tongue at Jack. He restrains the urge to roll his eyes at her only because it would encourage her.

“I have enemies, O’Neill.” Baal is far too amused for Jack’s liking as he points out the obvious. “Surely you would not suggest I leave my daughter helpless.”

“No, but there have to be other ways to ensure her safety.” Daniel is encouraging Lilith, the little brat, smiling at her antics. Jack doesn’t tell him to stop only because it wouldn’t help at this point.

“None would have been as effective as those I used.” Baal is smirking, which makes Jack suspicious. Well, Baal simply existing makes Jack suspicious, but the smirk, and the fact Baal hasn’t let Lilith out of his reach since their arrival only makes the suspicion deeper.

He watches for a moment before something clicks, and he wants to groan. “Not without telling anyone she’s your kid?”

Baal doesn’t say anything, just watches Jack with a frustratingly enigmatic smirk on his face. In his lap, Lilith frowns after a moment’s thought, before twisting around to look up st Baal.

“You couldn’t even tell me, papa?” The hurt and plaintive note in her voice makes Jack wince a little, even as the fact it wipes the smirk off Baal’s face brings a certain amount of satisfaction – though that sours when Baal’s response is in goa’uld, never mind that the tone is one Jack is familiar with using.

“He’s telling her if she tried too hard to act right, she might not have been taken to the best place to keep her safe.” Daniel keeps his voice low so it won’t carry beyond the team. “He’s also saying he wouldn’t have left her on Earth if he didn’t think we could protect her.”

“Yet, you didn’t send even so much as a letter to your daughter for three years?” Sam sounds more than a little annoyed. “You just dump her in the way of one of our teams, and ignore her.”

“I did not dump her anywhere, Major Carter.” Baal’s voice is sharp, almost reprimanding, and Jack sits up a little straighter, wishing he had a zat with him. “Nor have I ignored Lilith’s care in the time she was on your planet.”

Baal smiles, and there’s a shark-like quality to it Jack really doesn’t like. It makes him wonder just what over the three years he’s supposed to have been Lilith’s guardian Baal has had a hand in. The tutor the school system had recommended? The child psychologist the NID had insisted examine Lilith at least every other month?

“Why use Sam’s DNA to make Lilith?” Daniel has a curious expression on his face that never bodes well for Jack’s peace of mind.

“She reminds me of a wife I once had, long ago.” Baal shrugs, though there’s something in his expression that makes Jack wonder about what he’s said – as well as making him certain that asking would be counter-productive.

Lilith makes a face, and pokes Baal in the arm, which only makes him say something quietly in goa’uld that Daniel doesn’t translate for the rest of them.

“Hey, while you’re answering questions – why are you being so helpful?” Jack doesn’t buy that Baal might be helping them to be helpful, but at the moment, he doesn’t have a better answer. And that worries Jack quite a bit,

“Why not?” Baal looks amused again, and Jack wants to wipe the smirk off his face – would probably attempt to, if Lilith weren’t right there. It’s no doubt a large part of why Baal hasn’t let her go the entire time. “You have taken care of my daughter, and that is worth some repayment.”

Stargate SG-1: Born a Queen: Never Stop Wanting Home

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Fandom: Stargate SG-1
AU: Born a Queen
Series: The Travel Collection
Word Count: 682

Characters: Baal, Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Lilith (OC), Sam Carter, Teal’c

She never stops longing for home. For her father, for his stories, for the palace she lived in, for the j’affa who guarded her.

She never stops longing for home, even when she (barely) accepts she’ll never be allowed to see it again. Never stops wanting to see her father’s smirking face again, telling her stories of vanquishing his enemies. To see the rich gardens of the palace, the gleaming armor of the j’affa who guarded her.

The isolated cabin, the lake, the silver-haired warrior who’s been named her new guardian – none of this makes up for everything she’s lost. Some days she misses it with such a fierce ache, she can’t do anything but run as far as she can, kicking and screaming when the warrior catches up to her. Crying herself to sleep, curled around the stuffed toy that is all she has left of her old life.

One day, she’s taken back to the place she’d first arrived on this wretched planet, where others wait. The shol’va Teal’c, the blond woman who she’s been told is biologically her mother – stolen genetics, combined with her father’s, and she doesn’t believe a word of it – and the scholar-warrior who speaks goa’uld with her when he visits. Dan’yel is the only one who’s tried to understand her, but even he can’t take her home.

“Lilith.” Dan’yel smiles, and she skips over to him, ignoring the exasperated sigh from the silver-haired warrior. “I hear you ran away from Jack’s cabin again.”

She shrugs. “I want to go home.” It’s her answer every time someone asks her why she runs away, or why she spends weeks refusing to talk to anyone, or ends up in the hospital because she’s refused to eat. Looking over at the chappa’ai, she smiles hopefully. “Are you taking me home today?”

“Not exactly.” Dan’yel crouches down, the same way the silver-haired warrior does when he’s trying to talk to her. “We’ve been asked to bring you with us for a ceremony. I need you to promise me something, though, before we go.”

“What?” She watches him suspiciously, her smile fading into a frown. The demand of a promise is not a good sign – has never been a good thing.

Dan’yel smiles again, a strange sadness in his eyes, and reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “Promise me you’ll stay near me or Jack at all times while we’re on the other planet.”

And waste a chance to escape, and return home? She scowls, crossing her arms as she glares at Dan’yel. How can he ask her to do such a thing?

“Why?”

“If you don’t, the general isn’t going to let you go.” Dan’yel holds her gaze, and she wants to scream with rage. So close to a chance to go home, and if she doesn’t make a promise she knows she will regret, she’ll be trapped here forever.

Turning her glare to the bald man in the window, she waits a long moment before she nods once, sharply. “I will stay where you can see me, Dan’yel ibn Jak.” It’s not the concession that any of them really want, but she refuses to stay so close to silver-haired warrior, and if she can explore without them thinking she’s running away, she will take what she can.

It is, though, enough, because the chappa’ai begins to spin, chevrons lighting one by one until the blue that had spelled the end of her idyll shimmers in a circle. The blue that might mean a chance to return home.

“SG-1, you have a go.” The voice is that of the bald general, and she has to restrain herself from bolting for the blue, instead walking docile beside Dan’yel through to another world. It is a hall familiar and welcome, though not home, and there are others waiting for them there.

Among them, a very familiar and welcome face. She ignores the shout of the silver-haired warrior as he comes through, ducking away from the grabbing hands of the woman and the shol’va. Ignoring the men and women in drab who try to stop her, ducking around and through them until she can throw herself into her father’s arms.

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Stargate SG-1: Gate of Morning: An Interesting Argument

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Fandom: Stargate SG-1
AU: Gate of Morning
Word Count: 617
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Dzvedza Durani (OC), Zoran Durani (OC)

It is one of the more entertaining arguments Daniel has heard at the SGC, not the least because of the languages involved.

Notes: Yes, the two of them are deliberately arguing in a multi-lingual format. Dzvedza and Zoran do that on a regular basis, in part because they find it entertaining to see what people try to make of their conversations when they can only understand one of the languages involved.

There are days when Daniel almost regrets some of the more esoteric languages he’s learned. Today is rapidly becoming one of them, if only because coffee is among one of the more unpleasant liquids to snort out his nose when accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation. Though, to be fair, the two arguing outside his office are probably unaware he’s in, and thus an audience to their disagreement. For which he’s at least a little glad, because the mix of languages they’re using is intriguing, to say the least.

Carefully setting his coffee mug out of danger, Daniel digs a box of tissues out of his desk to mop up the mess in lieu of interrupting the argument by leaving his office in search of paper towels. (He perhaps ought to make sure there’s a roll in here, but he’s usually much more careful with anything that might cause a mess.)

As he mops up the coffee he’s spilt, he mentally catalogues the languages used, trying to determine who it could be just from that. Hungarian, Russian, English, Greek, and German – all of those languages he’s heard before in the SGC, and wouldn’t have startled at. Khuzdul, Sindarin, and Black Speech, on the other hand? He hasn’t heard them spoken since college, and then only because he’d learned every scrap of language Tolkien created for his books on a bet. He hadn’t expected to hear them again after that, not even in a multi-lingual argument in the SGC.

An argument that sounds to be about which of the two would apply for a post on Atlantis, though what post, Daniel isn’t certain of. Neither participant has used the other’s name yet, which doesn’t help, but that they’ve both mentioned Doctor Zelenka at least means they’re civilians. It also means – if he doesn’t want to draw their attention by going out of his office to just see who they are – the simplest way of finding out who they are would be to ask anyone who Zelenka had associated with before the Atlantis expedition had snatched him up.

“… impossible little maggot!” The feminine voice rose in volume, though fortunately not in pitch. “You are merely an engineer of computers with some skill in metal, Zoran! I am an engineer of systems, creating and understanding how it all comes together to create a functional whole. The only systems you play with have ones and zeros, or are cars. Better I go; I will understand the city better.”

At least there’s one name Daniel won’t have to dig up, and which gives him another clue to use when searching for their names.

“You think only about the concrete and of fixing what is broken, never about what can be! They need someone with more imagination than an orc like you!”

There is an angry sound that Daniel can only compare to a high-pitched version of the gate rumbling as it starts to spin, before the argument devolves into name-calling that fades off down the corridor, conducted in as many languages as the argument before.

Daniel leans back in his chair, a faintly amused and somewhat bewildered smile on his face. A moment later, he emails Sam to ask if she knew of any engineers in the Stargate program who might be siblings, or at least relatives. He’s never had a sibling to argue with – though there are times when he thinks Jack might well be as close as he’s had to a brother in that respect – but he’s often heard from various colleagues there’s nothing like sibling rivalry to reduce people to childishness and pointless competition (other than Rodney McKay, but there have to be exceptions to every rule).

Stargate SG-1: Children of Fire: Side-Trip

Side-Trip

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
AU: Children of Fire
Series: Fireside Tales
Word Count: 313
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Pele (Original Goa’uld Character), Sam Carter

Daniel raises his chin slightly, a mild smile crossing his face. “I didn’t come to negotiate anything.”

The throne is richly carved wood, stained and painted to emphasize the scenes that scroll along arms and the back towering above the head of the woman who occupies it. Other chairs rest on the dais, but they’re none of them as elaborate as the one Daniel is studying. Two simple chairs the leave the occupants sitting up to the right, and a lounge to the left. Only one of the chairs is empty at the moment, and Daniel is fairly certain it’s meant for Agent Rossi.

“I have already said I will not negotiate with anyone but those who were the best beloved of my son.” The goa’uld on the throne speaks with the familiar overtones, her eyes gleaming faintly gold. “Why do you insist on coming to me?”

Daniel raises his chin slightly, a mild smile crossing his face. “I didn’t come to negotiate anything.” He hadn’t actually properly gotten permission to do this, only memorized the gate address the messenger had come from and returned to, then made an unscheduled side-trip. “I wanted to see Sam.”

He looks over to the chair next to the goa’uld, where Sam is looking uncomfortable. “I thought you might want a few changes of clothes from home, but they took my bag from me when I was ringed up.”

Sam smiles gladly, though she doesn’t speak yet. Not, he thinks, because she’s afraid – that’s never stopped Sam before. But why, he’s not quite certain.

There’s silence, indeed, from all the room for a long moment, before the goa’uld begins to laugh, bright and amused. She watches Daniel for a long moment with a smile curving brightly painted lips.

“You are a bold one, for a history-keeper and scientist.” There’s a moment of silence. “Tell your general that my daughter is well. And tell him to ask the Tok’ra where Jolinar of Malkshur came from.”

Originally Posted: 14 January 2014

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There Is No Such Thing as Chance – Jedi Buttercup (jedibuttercup) – Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Stargate SG-1, Leverage, Firefly
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Balthazar Blake, Rupert Giles, Daniel Jackson, Eliot Spencer, Inara Serra
Additional Tags: Gift Fic, Crossover, N Things, Hope, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000
Summary:

Three times coincidence brought Balthazar to help someone in need, and one time it brought him what he needed instead.

My Notes: This is one of many fantastic crossovers and short stories that Jedi Buttercup has written, and one of several I’ve prompted. This is an author who is responsible for me actually being interested in a number of movies and shows and things that I otherwise might have given a pass, because the crossovers are fantastic and fascinating – and more than once, have proven better than their source material.

(So, really, I’m not just reccing this story, but this author, because damnit, they deserve it.)

There Is No Such Thing as Chance – Jedi Buttercup (jedibuttercup) – Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

when you see this, share 3 lines from a WIP

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“Do you think I should do it?” Obi-Wan asked, still looking
at Rex. “Cody’s idea, I mean.”

“I think Cody is right about war being unpredictable,” Rex
said, weighing his words carefully. “I know that you have been in situations
before where regular ‘meals’ would not have been an option. If this works, it would provide you with a
larger margin of safety, which I consider a good thing.” Rex looked down at his
hands, then back up to Obi-Wan. “But ultimately, you are the commanding
officer. If you choose not to pursue this, I will support that decision.”

“When Authors Get It Wrong” Harry Potter fans in the States were ecstatic over the the announcement that JKR was writing about the wizarding world in America…until they saw what she’d come up with. Culturally ignorant at best, and blithely disrespectful of Native American religions at worst, fandom was quick to launch much more nuanced headcanons about what magical schooling here SHOULD look like. What do situations like this mean for the long-held belief that a creator’s word is infallible, inviolable law when it comes to the worlds they’ve built?

(…my current work-in-progress is creating panel suggestions for a convention.)

(The above two things sound exciting as hell, man.)

Sidious lowered his hands into the bassinet and lifted the infant out. The boy twitched in his sleep, his budding Force abilities automatically reacting to the Sith Lord’s presence. Sidious could have easily blocked his signature from the child if he so wished, but he was curious to see how the baby would react.

He gave a mental nudge back to the innocent searching that was more than a little forceful, though would not leave any lasting marks. The boy’s eyes flew open.

And Vader’s son began to wail. Loudly.

(Am looking forward to more complete bits of the above fic things!)

I wish you would write a fic where stargate meets jedi dragons

dogmatix:

errrm. Have been staring blankly at this one for a while now. This is probably all you’re ever getting out of me on it.

Daniel’s tired mind was dutifully attempting to sort through the sharp cadence of another new language. It might have some connection with Ancient Egyptian, but then again it might only be convergent evolution, and it had some actual honest-to-god click consonants, like those found in some languages in Africa. Xhosa? Was that one of them?

Daniel caught himself starting to drift off on that mental tangent and brought himself back on track. The medic, or at least Daniel assumed he was a medic from the amount of goop and bandages being slathered onto his blistered arm, was a darker-skinned man with tattoos. Unlike the dragons, Daniel had no idea what the man was saying.

Oh, right, the dragons. That was going to be fun to put into the reports. SG1 all understood the dragons just fine, and the two giant flying lizards seemed to understand them in return. In fact, unless Daniel very much missed his guess, the dragons were in charge around here. Which made sense. Who was going to tell them ‘no,’ after all?

Daniel supposed that SG1 would find out later if this particular wind blew in Earth’s favour or not. He hoped so. He really wasn’t looking forwards to fighting dragons. That breathed ice. And fire.

A young woman burst through the open flaps of the tent, calling out something. An injured soldier, and god, ALL the soldiers were the same soldier, struggled upright even as a second soldier scowled and grumbled at the one sitting up.

A quick, stacatto exchange of words, and then the young woman, who was orange with a weird blue and white crest type formation on her head, turned into a dragon. LIKE IT WAS NORMAL OR SOMETHING.

And flew away to join the fight.

Daniel needed to lie down.

Wait, he already was lying down. Good, that’d save some time.

With a sense that the world was no longer playing to script, and feeling weirdly offended, Daniel passed out.