Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Hey, everyone! Welcome to the first full weekend of 2010! As you all know, today is Friday so we have a free-for-all where you can let your imaginations and pairings go wild.

First, brief reminder of the rules:


You may only post 3 prompts per genre

You are free to prompt up to 5 at a time and add more once your prompts start being answered. Just be kind for our codemonkeys and don't go too crazy!

No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.


Please also follow the format as stated below:

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Lazy Fest

Numb3rs/Stargate: Atlantis, Don/Sheppard, "That thing you do."


If none of the posted prompts catch your eye, feel free to look through our Lonely Prompts archive at delicious.

Happy Friday, people! 


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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec(/authors choice) i'm on fire tonight

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth), flirty

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel vs Raphael, Run. Now.

omg i've got a mad on to write this, you have no idea.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

"Well, well."

The human's voice was unrecognizable. But the timbre behind it, the resonance that rattled the windows... that was unmistakable. Gabriel shuddered, all over. Next to him, Castiel froze. The brothers Winchester, who'd been standing patiently huddled around the small table with the angels poring over the latest set of clues, both looked up. Dean swore.

The new arrival ignored them both. "We've been wondering where you got to, brother. Now I see what company you've been keeping, I have to say, everything seems that much clearer."

Sam leaned over to hiss at Dean. "Another angel?"

"Archangel," Castiel said. "Raphael."

"A real son of a bitch, too," Dean added.

Gabriel refused to face him. He kept his eyes fixed on the brothers instead. "Oh boy," he said. "Here we go again. I get an atomic wedgie and get stuffed in a locker. Is this really what gives you your jollies, Raphael? Don't you have something better to do?"

A flash of white teeth. Nothing more terrifying than an angel's smile. "Of course I do," he said. "You think I'm here for you, Gabriel? It's our lesser brother. He invited me to come after him, so here I am." He opened his hands, and lightning and fire crackled along the surface of his palms.

Castiel stepped into a fighting stance, girding himself against an assault yet to come. Raphael raised one hand.

"Cas." Gabriel's voice was low.

"What?"

"Run. Now."

And he whirled, his face suddenly full of rage, and thrust out his hands. A shockwave of energy and heat flew across the room. Raphael recoiled.

"Sorry, Raph," Gabriel said, "but I haven't been able to respect you ever since they named a Ninja Turtle for you." And with another push of his hands, he slammed Raphael backward.

Gabriel looked over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" he screamed to a stunned trio. "Run!"

Dean was the first to take action. As he grabbed Castiel to drag him away, he heard Gabriel's groan as an unseen blow knocked him backward. He redoubled his steps.

They made it out just before the house went up in flames.

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot (/Author's choice or +team), acting his way through life

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Zoe/girl!Wash, discussing who to ask to be their sperm donor among the crew

[clachnaben]

I'm writing this! I'm writing this!

(May I live in your mind? Gender-bender fic is one of my favorites and so is Firefly but it never once occurred to me to put them together!)

Also, Misha finds it hilarious to declare inappropriate things about them at the dinner table.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen & Misha, they're stepbrothers, sharing room and falling in love with each other.

[kelachrome]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Rossi, "When I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing."

Use of actual quote not necessary :)

[innerslytherin]

Dave knew Aaron's scars.

He'd known them before Foyet: the wide pale gash on his hip from when Aaron's mother had pushed him down on a broken glass; the thin streak across his left bicep where he'd been grazed by a stray bullet; the raised part at his hairline from his mother pushing him into the car too fast.

And the scars that weren't physical: rarely showing his emotions because they were proof that you were weak; keeping a stiff upper lip so people wouldn't realize how much you were hurting; the gaping wound of inadequacy from Haley's leaving him.

Dave knew the scars after Foyet as well: the angry marks from Foyet's knife; the need for double locks and a security system on the apartment; the near-paralyzing fear that he would fail his son.

Dave saw the scars differently from how Aaron saw them. Aaron viewed them as proof of the many times he had fallen. They showed how flawed he was. They made him unlovable. But Dave looked at them and saw how strong Aaron was, and yet so compassionate. He saw how much Aaron endured. He saw why Aaron had become the man he was.

Yes, Dave knew Aaron's scars. And he loved them.

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Bennet/Caroline, her first time

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Caroline's lip gloss had been vanilla, her lips had been plush and yielding when Bennet stole her first kiss. They had been in college, Bennet had been a child prodigy and Caroline was older and beautiful with long dark hair and wild eyes. She seemed hard and distant, but she yielded under Bennet's probing tongue and questing fingers. Caroline always yielded, but much more the first time. The first time was discovering clothing didn't rip as it did in the porns Bennet occasionally watched and buttons were rather attached. The first was sliding a questing hand down tight jeans and rubbing an index finger as best as one possible could against a hardening clitoris. Caroline yielded, tossing her head back so Bennet could lean forward and leave her mark.

Caroline had worn tight jeans and buttoned up sleeveless shirt. The only consolation was she wasn't wearing underwear. "Reward," she had explained to Bennet, dark eyes shining bright.

"Mine," Bennet countered and claimed those lips for the first time and hardly the last.

The last time hurt the worst. Of course it did. How could it not?

It was the first time Caroline betrayed her.

So this is just an empty Echo... didn't matter... this would be the first time Bennet would hurt her.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/Simon, helping Simon relax for once

Relax

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Hey. *waves* I liked this prompt so I decided to try it. Hope you'll like my fic as much as I liked your prompt, haha.
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'You need to relax, Doc.'
'Shen me?' Simon looked up from his book. He was currently reading a journal – in one of his few stolen moments – but Mal had decided to interrupt him. Just great.
'You heard me. Ain't no good havin' a doctor on my Serenity if he's too stressed. Even your hands are tremblin' by now.'
Simon checked. His hands were trembling? Gou shi, Mal was right.
'Bet ya can't even remember the last time you were unwound.'
'I so...' Mal looked at him, eyes seeming to see right through him. Lying was impossible, somehow. 'Okay. You're right.'
Simon tried to turn his attention back to his journal and ignore Mal. He was actually succeeding, which led to him starting when he felt Mal's hands on his shoulders, massaging him.
'Mal? What are you doing?'
'Helpin' you relax for once. Normally I'm what makes you stressed, only fair to do the opposite every once in a while.'
He actually managed to relax slightly under Mal's capable hands, but as soon as he realized what the di yu was happening he was back on his feet in no time.
'No, Captain. This is wrong.'
'I'll tell ya what's wrong. You thinkin' this was a question. It ain't. Now sit down and let me do what I'm good at. Dong ma?'
Simon sat back down again. He didn't really mind it, having Mal worry about him. And who knows, maybe this would lead to something else. If he wasn't relaxed enough for Mal's liking...

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Zoe/Wash, playing dinosaurs with their child.

Firefly, Zoe/Wash, "Tero saves Herby"

[pure-mornings.livejournal.com]

I just cannot let this go unwritten.
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"No Daddy, that ones an 'erbyvore," Talia pointed with her small three-year-old hands.

"Yeah, but, Herby here needs to defend himself against Rex," Wash held up each respectively.

"Herby doesn't bite, his teefs are ownly good for eating leafs," She picked up her favorite, a Pterodactyl, "Tero will save him! Woosh," and she picked up the Triceratops and it flew away with her Pterodactyl.

"Zoey, you have ruined our child with education," Wash said looking over to where Zoey was standing watching her little girl run around her father making "woosh" noises.

"River is the one who told her that," she lied, smiling at her family.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Marauders!Sirius/Remus, they try to keep the relationship from James and Peter. The key word here is 'try'.

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Young Jack Sparrow, Constance the Cat

So my ten year-old cousin got a PotC pop-up book that I stole and read at Christmas and it had mentions that young Jack Sparrow (like, preteen) sailed with a girl who had been enchanted and turned into a cat. Obviously I immediately wrote it down.

Constance The Cat

[clachnaben]

(I just couldn't resist this. Don't know if it's what you want but I loved the idea of Jack knowing a enchanted cat-girl!)

"This is ridiculous." Constance drawls, sprawled over four rum barrels and some rigging. Jack nods quickly, because Constance is his idol with her blood red lips and her tanned sailor's skin, turned pale in the moonlight. Like the spirits in his mam's old tales, Constance only comes out at night when the moon is bright and she can walk upon two legs again. The crew keep a small pile of clothes in a cupboard under the stairs to the poop deck and she raids it at night. During the day she wears her calico coat with the same force of disdain and superiority that she wears her breeches and shirts with.
"I mean," Constance says, examining her hand in the moonlight. "how does it make any sense to be human at night and cat during the day? Cat's hunt at night!" She shakes her head, her teeth reflecting the moonlight. The ship is asleep, the only reason the Captain kept on an enchanted girl. She looks after the ship at night, along with Jack, cabin-boy and everyone's dogsbody. Jack worships her, this girl, almost a woman, made of magic and, imperceptible to his pre-teen self, casual enthusiasm about sex. Constance looks up suddenly and smiles wickedly at Jack. "Jackie, Jonathan said it was your birthday last week?"
"Me name's not Jackie," Jack mutters darkly. Jonathan and him will always be at each others throats over Constance and he resents Jonathan's age, so much closer to Constance's.
"Well, Jackie" Constance teases in her long drawn out London accent, "I got you a present." She says, with her wicked, animal smile, drawing something from behind the barrels in one long, languid motion. She tosses it to him and he catches it with both hands.
"A blood orange!" He enthuses, grinning his gap-toothed smile up at Constance. She smiles back.
"Knock yourself out, Jackie." She looks up at the moon low in the sky. She sighs and for a moment she looks tired and sad.
"Moon's setting. You better head in." She climbs down from the barrels with her typical grace and tousles Jack's hair before pushing him gently in the direction of the door to the lower decks. "See you in the morning, Jackie."
Jack wants to resist her and stay up all night with Constance, but he's tired and tomorrow will be busy. He stops in the door to look back at Constance checking the rigging knots. She looks like a ghost, in her white shirt and ash blonde hair, barefoot and alone.

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Will Turner/James Norrington, "You saved my life"

[lilfluffykitten.livejournal.com]

Character death. Yeah,this probably isn't really what you had in mind... sorry.

Returned

It’s as if the darkness is all he’s ever known. He’s no longer even sure if his eyes are open or not, it makes no difference to the unrelenting blackness surrounding him. It feels like he’s been here forever and, just as he’s sure he’s about to lose his mind, he finds himself thrown roughly down, still blind, but this time from the painful light. All he can do is scrabble weakly at the wood he’s lying on, head pounding until he remembers to breathe, and the sudden rush of cold air into his lungs makes his chest ache. When he coughs, he can taste blood.

Slowly, painfully, he eventually manages to sit up to find Will standing over him. “Mr Turner,” he rasps, as the taste of blood gets stronger. “You saved my life.”

The new ferryman offers his hand to help him up, “You don’t remember, do you?”

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Vassalord, Charley/Johnny, loss of control

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Firefly, wee!Simon & wee!River and wee!Wash, "The rebellion was using dinosaurs."

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Back to the Future/SPN, Dean/Marty, Wait a minute, what is wrong with my future?

[tokyoblackcat.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel and/or Dean/Castiel, The Holy Land Experience (http://www.holylandexperience.com/)

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel vs Raphael, "We're the only calvary he's got."

OK, OK, just cause I hate to leave someone hanging :D

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

(Continued, per request, from here (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/115327.html?thread=25103999#t25103999).)

The blast shook the ground and nearly drove Dean off his feet. He stumbled forward, and it was only Cas' sudden appearance in front of him that kept him from tasting gravel. "Shit," Dean muttered into the worn cloth of his shirt. "Thanks, Cas. Owe you."

Sam was staring up at the tower of smoke billowing into the sky. "We should help him," he said.

"Help him? Are you nuts?" Dean shouted over the sound of another tree trunk snapping under the weight of the shockwaves. The battle going on just a few hundred yards away was causing the whole area to echo with otherworldly sounds. Flashes of color lit the sky.

"He's not strong enough," Castiel said matter-of-factly. "If Raphael wants to kill him, that's exactly what he'll do."

"So what?" Dean jumped as another loud pop split his eardrums. The sky lit up yellow and then returned to its normal color. "We've been trying to kill him for years. He's got it coming."

"You don't mean that," Sam said, pressing forward to get between Castiel and Dean. "He's been helping us."

"Some definition of help," Dean spat. Then he took another look at Sam's face and sighed. "Look, I know, I don't like that we're just leaving him, either. But he called in the cavalry to save Cas' life, and if we don't get as far away as we can, what's the point?"

"That's just it," said Sam, and again his gaze lifted toward the rising flames. "Gabriel's been protecting us. He's cut all his ties to Heaven. Dean, we're the only cavalry he's got."

Dean looked at Cas. The angel nodded at him briefly.

Together, they turned around and headed back toward the fray.

[foxfic.livejournal.com]

Twilight/Dollhouse, any, Bella is a doll

OMG wintastic prompt! XD

[alcetis.livejournal.com]

Adelle looked incredulously at the active in front of her.

"Am I going to see Edward soon?" Bella asked with wide eyes. "God, I've been away from him for so long, haven't I? I can hardly stand it."

"Actually, it's only been a day," Topher responded, scratching his head in an embarrassed fashion.

"I don't get it," Adelle whispered to him, "she just... loves him a lot? Doesn't she have any other personality traits?"

Topher ground his teeth together. "Uhm... she sometimes bites her lip and runs her hand through her hair? And she's clumsy at convenient times so the client can rescue her. He likes rescuing her."

"That's not much," Adelle said.

"I'm looking at the brain map from the previous programmer and it's basically the outline of an empty doll with a couple slight modifications," Topher responded, "I don't know if he was just lazy or if the client really wants this."

"Does she have the 'princess' angle at least? You know, knight in shining armour rescues him and they they have sex?"

"No, he doesn't believe in sex before marriage." Topher flipped through the file absent-mindedly. "And from what I've been reading he doesn't like her going out much- strange for a long term engagement. She actually had to be brought back in a couple times because she was making friends in the reserve near her home and he didn't want that."

"And he likes this?"

"Can I go now? Edward's waiting for me, probably," Bella said from the chair, disdain evident in her voice. "Not that I didn't enjoy my treatment but, you know, he sparkles and everything and if I don't hurry I'll miss the afternoon show."

Adelle looked like she couldn't decide whether to puke or laugh.

"Alright," Topher said, pointing the way to the door. "Don't get lost on the way out!"

The active tripped, flailing, as she got up, and both Topher and Adelle stared.

Bella sighed. It was such a pain, why did everyone have to be in love with her?

[foxfic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bobby & Cas, just hanging out

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Here you are. Enjoy!

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“I acquired you that accompanying text of what you have been transliterating. The Cuneiform is slightly different from what you have been reading. If you need any help in the translation, I gladly offer my help.”

“Yeah? Thanks. Hopefully it ain’t too far a jump for me. Took me a while to handle Assyrian, but Sumerian I’m think I got. I’ll let you know.”

“Of course, Robert.”

“Bobby, please. Only my mother and nuns call me Robert.”

“Of course, Bobby.”

“Where are you off to now?”

“There is a place I have not been to in some time I would like to see.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“I find pleasure in my business.”

“Careful in sayin’ stuff like that in front of the boys, it’s like chum for them.”

“I do not see-“

“O’course you don’t…oh damn, you’re right, this Cuneiform is a bit trickier.”

“There are a few centuries separating this dialect and the one you know. These markings here and here correlate to those you’ve written down there.”

“They look nothin’ alike.”

“No they do not.”

“Huh.”

“Their language is becoming more complicated by outside influences of neighboring cultures.”

“Oh speakin’ of, I got this hunter passing through the other day askin’ for some information on a book he found. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Figured you might want to take a look.”

“Yes, I do have some time before I would like to leave.”

“Great, thanks.”

“Of course, Robert.”

[foxfic.livejournal.com]

Pitch Black, Jack, deciding to be a merc

Whatever it Takes | Pitch Black, Jack, deciding to be a merc

[chibifukurou]

Jack hated New Mecca. She'd hated it since Riddick had dropped her here, but she hadn't been able to find a way off the planet. As far as the majority of New Meccians' were concerned, she was Imam’s apprentice and subject to his whims.

She ends up looking for help in New Mecca's darker places. Among the criminals and mercs' she finds a way out. Joining a merc squad takes less thought than she expected. She'll do whatever it takes to return to Riddick's side, even if it means joining up with his enemies.

[foxfic.livejournal.com]

Twilight/any fandom with vampires, any characters, "sparkle, sparkle"

sparkle sparkle this - BtVS crossover, PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

(Sorry if Edward is totally out of character. *shrugs*)

"You bloody wankers give our whole species a bad name," the intruder hissed, face ugly and wrinkled, his canine teeth protruding from his mouth. "The whole lot of you, prancin' around in daylight, all 'sparkle sparkle this' and 'sparkle sparkle that', like you're bloody tamed or somethin'. It makes me sick."

Edward cocked his head to the side and listened. "You don't have a heartbeat," he noted.

The intruder blinked. “That’s what you pick up on?” he demands after a moment. “You’re a moron. I should kill you just—for slander! That’s it.” He grinned and nodded.

Edward backed up a step. “Wait,” he said. “Surely we can discuss this?”

The fangs and wrinkles melted back into the intruder’s face and he shook his head. “Nope. Gonna have to show you what a proper vampire is like, boyo.”

Edward spun around and ran.

He didn’t run fast enough.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Winchesters, God help the outcasts (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Winchesters, “when you fight for a desperate cause and have good reasons to fight, you usually win” (Edward Teller)

[snow-white.livejournal.com]

True Blood/SPN, Eric/Sam - "In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace" (Sophocles)