Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Heya, 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!

Comments

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, in front of a roaring fire

[jenab.livejournal.com]

The fire had burned down to ashes and a few glowing coals. With a thought Castiel had it roaring again. The sounds of the wood snapping and crackling muffled the roar of the storm battering the cabin. Through the window all he could see was swirling snow and darkness.

They’d taken shelter in an old abandoned cabin once they realized they wouldn’t make it safely back to the motel the Winchesters were staying. Castiel had gotten the fire going, while Dean had called Sam to let him know where they were. The cabin was drafty and cold with no running water or electricity.

Between the sleeping bags from the Impala and the blankets found in the cabin, Castiel had created a nest in front of the fire for them. He didn’t feel the cold, but Dean did. Instead, Castiel lay in the tangle of blankets with Dean, holding him as he listened to the storm and kept the fire going.

Castiel’s fingers stroked over Dean’s bare shoulder, feeling the skin warm and soft under his hand. Dean stirred, but didn’t wake, tired from the hunt earlier that day and their exertions that night. Castiel lowered his head, brushing his lips over Dean’s skin, tasting salt and Dean himself.

In moments like this, holding Dean close like this, Castiel felt at peace with the choice he made to stand at Dean’s side rather than in Heaven.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Nguhguhguh! **flailyhands** I am full of wonderful wonderful squee and it is so nice in this weather and *OH BOYS.* happy sigh...

they are so beautiful. This was so lovely lovely lovely.

Thank you so much for this. <3

[jenab.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. The cold weather had me wanting to write something warm like this.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

*squeals happily* This is so cute and sweet.

[jenab.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah! That's just so romantic.

[jenab.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I was inspired by the prompt.