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comment_ficHeya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:
NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.
Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.
Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).
Examples:
Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"
Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."
Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.
Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.
Ready? Prompt!
NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.
Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.
Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).
Examples:
Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"
Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."
Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.
Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.
Ready? Prompt!
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:20 pm (UTC)no fic
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:34 pm (UTC)no fic right now...
Date: 2009-12-11 05:03 pm (UTC)I'll write something tonight bb. promise.
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:35 pm (UTC)SPN, Gabriel/Sam, Wear My Feather 1/2
Date: 2009-12-21 07:43 pm (UTC)-----
It was strange, looking on this creature of God's creation and knowing that even he, tainted soul-deep, was more loved and more cherished, his will beautiful in a way that Gabriel's natural compliance could never truly be. He closed his eyes against the ache of it, knowing far too well how Lucifer could rage at this eternal truth. It didn't really matter, though, his love for his father was greater always than his love of his own pride and he knew now, way deep down, that the current state was not his father's chosen way.
"Sam." He dropped the sarcasm and the play as he opened his eyes, less the trickster and more the angel he was born to be. "Will you wear my feather so that my father will know that I have sent you? So that he'll listen and return?"
Quiet but determined, Sam nodded. "Of course."
Gabriel held his lips tight together for a moment before saying truth that he wished he could just wave away. "It will burn against you for a lifetime, because your choices have been dark."
The flash of rebellion in Sam's eyes sparked as it would always, though the pain and sadness covered it before his mouth could start to sneer. "Fine." His voice wavered, but he straightened it with the setting of his shoulders. "I'll- ... I'll deal."
Gabriel found his fingers seeking Sam's shirt, his jacket-flanked chest, and whispered against the lips he'd caused to tremble with hurt and swallowed self-directed anger. "It doesn't mean I love you any less."
Sam kissed him in earnest, then, devotion as much as passion welling up from his heart to make both of their mouths ache with the intensity. His hand found the angel's nape and pressed him close, which Gabriel allowed until he couldn't anymore.
"Sam ... stop."
"Come with us."
"You know I can't. The sanctuary is for mortals only, all except for God."
"Well ... walk us to the gates then. Or- ..." Sam was back to pleading and it never sat quite right on his face, but the angel shook his head again and waved his partner's voice into the ether until he could say his final peace.
He struggled not to look away, the trickster that he'd cultivated underneath his skin begging to make light of things that required too much gravity. "I can't give you a feather from my wings unless they have been broken, unless my spark has split and ended."
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 12:38 pm (UTC)Sauntering, G - sorry, it's more gen than slash
Date: 2009-12-11 01:00 pm (UTC)In a vaguely downward direction.
When Lucifer fell, he plummeted. A fiery ball that left a crater in the earth that palaeontologists would later attribute to a comet*. Hastur and Ligur and the others fell a little less dramatically, but it was still straight down. No passing go. No collecting £200.
This is different. This is a series of seven steps, new temptations at each level. Pride first, then envy. Greed, gluttony, sloth, anger and finally lust. Moments of resistance, a token effort to not give in, before finally succumbing. Following one individual all the way to the bottom.
He’s standing on the streets of London now. An old bookshop in front of him, a classic car on the curb behind, the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody drifting out of an open window. A voice calls out.
“Hey Angel, how about the Ritz?”
*They never did get the joke about the fossils. Then again, God does have a really odd sense of humour.
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:38 pm (UTC)Sometimes, Castiel (now wingless, but he doesn't mind so much, because he likes the rush of humanity) thinks he might understand how Sam feels, because he misseswants Dean - but then again, Castiel is not the brother. The brother's heart has not broken. It is simply not there.
Castiel, of course, hasn't seen Sam for nineteen months, but Bobby tells him these things.
Bobby holds the needle between his teeth, and pokes at the tightly-sewn gash on Castiel's upper arm. "Don't touch," he mutters around the silver, and then spits it into the med kit.
Castiel doesn't speak, and pulls his sleeve down. Rain lashes at the windows, and the house feels rickety around them.
Bobby pauses, flicks the box of bandages shut, and says, "I haven't seen Sam for a while." His voice is guarded. "Not since Chicago."
The razing of Chicago, Castiel thinks, because Sam still hadn't said yes after that. After all that death. "Do you think—"
"I don't think," Bobby snaps. "And neither should you, boy."
They're still not like family (like Sam and Dean and Bobby were, because Castiel understands how broken that family is now), but they're getting there.
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:43 pm (UTC)Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome
- Mumford and Sons, Winter Winds
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Date: 2009-12-11 03:21 pm (UTC)Re: no fic
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:01 pm (UTC)(ie. different ways that Tony and Gibbs find out that their friends know about them - eg Abby slips up, or Ducky tells Gibbs straight or whatever - can be serious or can be funny! Up to you!)
Gibbs/Tony Glass Closets 1/2
Date: 2009-12-11 05:25 pm (UTC)It's only once he's hung up that he realizes what he said, and Gibbs winds up having to pick Abby up, because Tony is freaking out, frantically packing up all of his stuff and insisting that it's too dangerous, and he can't come over anymore.
He leaves while Gibbs is getting Abby, and Gibbs winds up spending the rest of the night convincing his second in command to move back in. Somehow, a few extra pieces of clothes becomes half of Tony's wardrobe, and they wind up having to bring more of Gibbs' stuff to Tony's to make room for it all. By the end of the night, they're each keeping about half their stuff in the other's house.
Abby promises the next morning not to tell anyone, although she squeals about it privately and asks both of them questions (ranging from "How did you get together?" to "You guys ever try using your handcuffs?", which gets her a splutter from Tony and a calm, "Not yet," from Gibbs).
A couple of weeks later, they wind up liasoning with the local PD on a case. Gibbs is coming out of the crime scene to put away some evidence when he overhears Ducky lecturing the head detective. "That reminds me of a friend I have, who, quite recently, in fact, realized that he was in love with one of his subordinates. The poor boy followed him around constantly, worshipped the ground he walked on, but he was too afraid to-"
"Duck! Time of death?" Gibbs asks, appearing beside the good doctor and distracting him before he can fill the officer in on any more details of Gibbs' private life.
"I haven't seen the body yet, as you well know, Jethro. I was just telling this lovely young man-" Ducky continues.
"Not now!" Gibbs says, startling even himself. "I want to know when this guy died, and I want to know how."
"Very well, Jethro," Ducky says, completely unruffled, as he heads into the house.
Later, back at headquarters, Gibbs goes down to Autopsy.
"Honestly, Jethro, I'm good, but I'm no miracle worker. Mr. Palmer got us lost on the way back, and I've only just now gotten the body on the table," Ducky tells Gibbs with fond exasperation.
"Not what I'm here about, Duck," Gibbs says. He looks over at Palmer, who disappears before he can say anything.
"Look, Duck," Gibbs begins, strangely nervous. "That story you were telling the LEO down at the scene..." he trails off, not wanting to admit anything.
"You'd rather I didn't discuss you and Anthony, even obliquely?" Ducky asks, his tone mild and not at all accusing, or judgemental.
Gibbs lets himself relax. "Yeah. I know we aren't military, but we're close, and-"
"I understand perfectly, Jethro. I won't say another word about it. Now, about our young man-" And everything is back to normal. Gibbs is surprised, even though he shouldn't be. Ducky is one of the least judgemental people he knows.
A few days later, Gibbs leaves his glasses on his desk when he goes home. They're between cases, so Tony and Tim have been downstairs hanging out with Abby before they headed out. When they get back upstairs, Tim notices the glasses and nonchalantly hands them to Tony. "You'd better bring these to Gibbs," he says, as if there's nothing odd about it at all.
Tony's so shocked that the Probie's already in the elevator before he gathers enough wits to respond. He catches the younger man in the elevator the next morning, and threatens his life if this appears in one of his books. Tim tells him "That's what fanfiction is for," and Tony spends a totally unproductive (but very worthwhile) day surfing the internet, reading stories about he and his lover's alternate egos. He even takes notes on a few of them.
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-13 05:25 pm (UTC)"You're one to talk, Bats," she replied.
"And you know what I mean. Don't come back here to just be Oracle. Don't come back to just mentor and hide away. I know you don't have the girls, but you can still live."
"And what makes you think I'm not?" she asked, even as she turned back to the glowing screen of the computer, her eyes doing a quick scan.
"Want to go on a date?"
"With you? Ew, gross," she replied, still watching the computers, but now there was the tiniest smile on her lips. She felt his hands rest on her shoulders, and she relaxed almost instantly.
"I'm just worried about you."
"And I'm worried about you, but the difference here is that I don't make assumptions. I know you feel like the world is crushing down on you. I know you feel you have to prove yourself to Damian, to me, to Alfred, to Tim, and I know you think even Bruce is still around watching and judging. I know that's why you are darker than I ever wanted to see. But, I'll tell you something, Mr Detective, I've been out and about. I've been doing things. I even got a job."
"What?"
"Shocked," she asked, turning around, "angry Babs stops feeling sorry for herself and decides to contribute to society."
"That's not what I meant," he snapped, and she reached a hand out to him, which he took.
"I was teasing, Dick," she replied, placing a kiss on the back of that hand, "and this is why you need to relax. Trust me. I work in the University."
Suddenly, a slightly evil grin spread across his lips, "So that means I have to call you Professor Gordon?"
She snorted with laughter and shook her head.
"But...it'll help me relax," he said in a smoother, more insistent tone, and she grinned.
"Well, Mr Grayson, if that's the case," she said as she dragged him to the bedroom, "I think we need to discuss your performance in class."
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 01:03 pm (UTC)no fic... sorry
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 06:06 pm (UTC)After another moment of staring, she takes the ball and hits him in the head.
Lucky shot.
"You know, you could come and join us if you're not intimidated."
He nearly retorts that he can run circles around her, but he pauses. She would already know that he can run circles around her. Run period. Jump. Dive. But she has challenged him anyway. This is somewhat new. Most opponents underestimate him and do not know that he is more capable than they. Yet she must know. Yet...
Damian realizes he is intrigued.
What is the goal, then, if not to win?
He joins the game to find out.
Grayson watches with that annoying twinkling in his eye.
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 01:05 pm (UTC)sorry no fic :(
Date: 2009-12-11 02:47 pm (UTC)My friend and I used to say that to each other like every time we went out to lunch. :D
it is possible that I have already told you this, and if so, I'm sorry.
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-25 04:11 am (UTC)'It's about you and Spike.' Angel began and Lindsey tensed noticeably.
'I know it doesn't seem always like this and Spike is still the biggest pain in the ass in thw world but there are times and sides of him that I did and still do like.' Angel made a pained face at the last word and Lindsey rolled his eyes.
'Is there a point here?' He asked.
'The thing is', Angel picked up again: 'that Spike can be very devoted when something - or someone - is important to him and that he stuck around when you were in the hospital' He did manage to look slightly guilty at that: ' and that he lives with you tells me that you're important to him and-'
'Angel', Lindsey interrupted him annoyed: 'Get to the point. Some of us aren't immortal.' Angel's head snapped up and his whole posture and voice changed:
'You want me to get to the point? Fine: If you break Spike's heart or hurt him in any other way then I'll use every trick I learned as Angelus on you and believe me I know quite a few.'
Lindsey stared at Angel for a few seconds until the familiar smirk broke out on his face:
'So you do still have a heart, Big guy. I'm impressed.' And left the office.
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Date: 2009-12-11 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 02:35 pm (UTC)Trust and Love [Merlin, Gen, Merlin/Arthur]
Date: 2009-12-16 07:19 am (UTC)That trust makes Merlin feel all the more guilty for what he's doing and what he's hiding. How can he expect Arthur to trust him much less fall in love with him when he can't know anything about the magic Merlin uses?