Free For All Friday
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Welcome to another Free for All Friday! You know the rules, be kind and only 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts (until one of yours is filled, of course).
And if you don't find anything that tickles your fancy, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They can always use a bit of love.
Enjoy!
Welcome to another Free for All Friday! You know the rules, be kind and only 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts (until one of yours is filled, of course).
And if you don't find anything that tickles your fancy, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They can always use a bit of love.
Enjoy!
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Date: 2010-01-15 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 05:40 pm (UTC)Hah! I'm so caught up in the help_haiti that I forgot to start the thread...
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Date: 2010-01-16 01:05 am (UTC)Why can't I ever gather the courage to tell him how I feel? Remus thought to himself as he sat under a large beech tree, studiously ignoring the
boy,man, person dozing next to him.I'm a Gryffindor for a reason, dammit! If I can mostly deal with turning into that, monster every month, why can't I just say "I love you" to him? He continued internally ranting in this vein for a few minutes, stopping mid-sentence when his companion snuffled and twitched as a butterfly flew to close for comfort. He finally ended his uncoordinated movements by slumping onto Remus' left shoulder, his right hand flopping onto Remus' left thigh in what would be a passively possessive move if he'd been awake.
The dappled light that managed to find its way through the leaves and onto Remus and his companion, cast a golden halo around them both, creating an odd sense of separation from the rest of reality. Moments passed in quiet reflection, Remus carefully traced the fingertips of his left hand over his companions' right one; James and Lily walked back up to Hogwarts proper, James nodding his goodbye to Remus as they went passed, grinning slightly at the tableau Remus and his companion made; whilst his dozing companion began shifting restlessly again, this time not falling back to his semi-slumber, rather slowly waking up.
As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up straight, wincing slightly at the crick in his neck, Remus' companion turned the hand that was on Remus' thigh over and took hold of Remus' hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment to get his attention.
"D'ya know what the best part of waking up like this is, Moony?" He asked slightly blearily, pausing a moment before barrelling on and ignoring what Remus was about to reply with.
"It's waking up with you, because Remus, I, Sirius Black, love you."
With that, Sirius leant in and gently kissed Remus on the lips, whispering in his ear afterwards all sorts of filthy things that he wanted to do when they were finally alone over the summer.
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Date: 2010-01-15 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 06:22 pm (UTC)Crazifyin' Hormones
Date: 2010-01-16 03:30 pm (UTC)Aside, concerned. “I’m thinkin’ it’s not all that good, runnin’ around the cockpit without nothing on your wife’s feet, Zoe. I’m just sayin’”
Indignant surprise. “You can tell me that. I’m pregnant, not deaf Mal. Zoe didn’t magically become my ears when the baby popped into existence. And I ain’t running around anything. I’m flying this gorram ship!”
Long suffering sigh. “Tried telling her that Captain. No avail. God’s honest truth, don’t know how to manage her now.”
“Hello! Still here! Still can hear!” Waving hands.
Thoughtful frown. “Speaking of manage, spoke to the good doctor and he seems to think that pilotin’ might be a mite too stressful. Don’ want the baby birthed too early, or too paranoid. I can always take the wheel if need be.”
“Gwon nee tze-jee duh shr! This baby will be born with nerves of steel. Like both it’s mamas!”
“I’ll take that into consideration, sir. Don’t rightly know if she’ll listen. Washbournes are apparently quite stubborn.” Open arms of surrender.
Angry waving of hands. Stamp of unshod foot. “Bai duo, an jing yidian! Shut up now! Pregnant! Not Deaf! Not Fragile either! Just Pregnant!"
Suddenly. “A receptacle for fragile minds, bright souls floating in a sea of salt tears and whispered lullabyes.” Tilted head of confusion. A Pause. Sudden happy smile. ”You’re having twins.”
Clattering up the stairs, “Mei-mei! What are you doing in the cockpit?! Come back to the galley!” fading as they leave.
Yelling. “I hate you all!”
“I HATE YOU BACK!” Interjection from the galley.
Holler “Shut up Jayne!” surprised look, quite hurt. “Wash, baby, you can't mean that!”
Narrowed eyes. “You wanna bet?”
Reassuring smile, “I wouldn’t worry Zoe, my mama was JUST like that. It’s them hormones the doc was talking about. Makes a woman all crazifying.”
Quietly. “I hope these babies gnaw your foot off Mal. I will pray for that every day and I will give birth and train them to one day gnaw it completely off.”
“See? Crazifyin’.”
“COMPLETELY OFF.”
Re: Crazifyin' Hormones
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Date: 2010-01-24 11:06 pm (UTC)"You're good with her. Luke and Jessica got lucky you like to babysit."
Toro turned and smiled at Bucky. "Ann and I used to watch neighborhood kids before-"
"Before you died?"
Toro shook his head. "Before I was outed as mutant. Parents didn't get along with us so much after that."
As he headed to the kitchen, Toro heard Bucky follow him. He poured himself a mug of black coffee and re-heated it in his hands.
"What do you want, Buck." Toro asked, looking at Bucky over the rim of the mug.
"To talk."
Toro gave his old friend a skeptical look. "Really? because if I recall, when you followed me around like this you wanted to fuck."
Bucky grinned in a way that told Toro he had his friend dead to rights. "Fucking is a form of communication."
Toro made a non sound and even he didn't know if it was a laugh or a snort.
"C'mon," Bucky murmured walking over to Toro and putting his hands on Toro's hips. "Don't you want to know if you can still light my fire?"
"From the feel of you poking into me, Buck, I'd say the answer is yes."
"So the bedroom," Bucky murmured.
Toro took a step away and shook his head. "No, Bucky."
Bucky stared "No, what do you mean no."
"I mean I'm not interested right now, my wife-."
Bucky rolled his eyes, "Your wife re-married, pal. She's moved on, so why don't you-" he reached out and took Toro's hand, "Come with me?"
Toro felt anger boil through him and jerked his hand away. "If I say Nyet," he asked as though talking to a child, "do you understand any better?"
He regretted it as soon as the words were said. Bucky stepped away from Toro and stared at him with an wide brown eyes that weren't just hurt, they were devastated.
"Buck," Toro whispered, taking a step forward. But Bucky just backed away more.
"Bucky, I didn't-"
Bucky moved and Toro only registered the fist after it had stopped inches from his face.
They both stared at each other, then Bucky shook his head. "I forgot the other kinds of fires you could light. Want to work in something about my dad being dead, for old times sake, pal?"
Bucky spat at the last word, and when Toro said nothing, he just turned and left, heading back to his own room.
Toro stayed in the kitchen into he heard Dani start to cry.
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Date: 2010-01-15 06:40 pm (UTC)Holding The Bag
Date: 2010-01-16 02:42 pm (UTC)Also, whoa too big for comment box ?!! Link here (http://community.livejournal.com/archeo_allegory/58479.html#cutid1).
Re: Holding The Bag
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Date: 2010-01-15 07:33 pm (UTC)What I'd Do - FRAO (violence, blood, murder, slash implied)
Date: 2010-01-19 02:03 am (UTC)--
There's blood everywhere; he's covered in it. It's in his hair, his eyes, smeared across his cheek from where he wiped away the arterial spatter with the back of his hand. His clothes will have to be burned and for a moment that breaks through the rage with a tiny anger of its own. Hardison bought him that shirt for Christmas last month.
A hand touches his arm at the safe spot, the one they all know about. The one Eliot made sure to teach them when he admitted he wouldn't be running again. We he admitted they had moved far beyond team and well into family. When he admitted he had.
"They're out Eliot. We need to go."
Nate. Of course. But he shouldn't be here. He had already been safe in the van...
Eliot gazes sharply up into blue eyes drawn in a frown and screaming worry and he suddenly wonders how long he's been standing here like this; in the middle of a half dozen broken and bleeding bodies, scattered and thrown like their strings had been violently cut. He's troubled to find he's not even breathing hard anymore.
For a moment he's horrified by what he's done. But he would do it again, and again if it meant getting them out safe. It's what he did, who he was.
"You don't - "
"We have to go, now."
But he needed to say this. Without the others around. They didn't get it, but he figured...he figured Nate would.
Eliot shook his head, raking his hair back out of his eyes with fingers sticky and stained. It didn't matter; he was covered anyway. "You don't know how far I'd go - "
"I do."
Nate's hand on his arm held him up when the left over anger would have had him charging out of there; sure, despite his earlier certainly, that maybe Nate *didn't* get it. Maybe he couldn't. Maybe it was just Eliot was used to hurting people.
"Eliot, I've never underestimated what you would do to protect them."
He stopped trying to leave, his gaze still too full of blood and violence and death, holding the older man in place. "Not just them."
Even surrounded by the bodies of the men he had just killed, Eliot couldn't miss the way Nate swallowed at the heat he knew would be there. Because they were all family, but Nate was just that little bit more.
"No, not just them."
"How do you know?" Maybe Nate had things he needed to say, too.
"Because I would have done the same, Eliot." Nate held him now with a hand cupped behind his neck, fingers digging in under his hair, and he felt the last of the horror drain from him at the truth he found in the eyes that held his. "Only I wouldn't have been standing after I did."
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Date: 2010-01-15 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 07:54 pm (UTC)No fic yet
Date: 2010-01-22 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 07:57 pm (UTC)Tim/Zat; On the subject of using boyfriends as bait
Date: 2010-01-22 03:53 am (UTC)~
Zat peers cautiously around a corner and hopes there are no ninjas hiding in wait for him. The place is deserted though, so he steps out from his hiding place behind a large crate and makes his way to the centre of the warehouse. Tim is somewhere above him, flitting along the support beams and apparently looking for something in particular. Last time Zat saw him he had a palm pilot in his hand and was tracking some signal.
"You do realize that this place is completely empty right?" Zat comments and then regrets it, his voice seeming far too loud in the warehouse.
Something hisses in the dark, and Zat tries to convince himself that it's just Tim shushing him, but when the hiss is followed by a loud bang all his hopes are dashed. He turns to the sound just in time to see a huge creature break out of a crate. It growls, then stares at Zat.
Zat runs. His dress shoes slipping on the concrete floor and he stumbles more than once, having to steady himself on a crate or with a hand against the floor as the creature chases him.
"Tim! A little help?" Zat shrieks as a claw swipes over his head.
The air is knocked out of him as a strong arm wraps around his waist and pulls him into the air. Zat scrambles to get a purchase on Tim but just ends up with a fistful of cape. He scowls at it.
(http://faile-neume.livejournal.com/74288.html)
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:57 am (UTC)Hope you enjoy!
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“This is daft.”
“I know.”
“No no no. This is extremely daft.”
“I know.”
No I don’t think you do. This is so stupidly daft that it’s a wonder you even thought it up in the first place. Aren’t you supposed to be brilliant or something?”
“Oh, shut up and hand me that bit of piping.”
“Here you are. Doctor?”
“Hhmm? I’m kinda busy.”
“What? You don’t think I am?”
“What I mean is-“
“You mean, thank you Donna, thank you for savin’ the bloomin’ world once again.”
“Oh, I never get thanks.”
“Well, do ya ever ask for it?”
“Well I-“
“Oh God, this is daft. This is a shot of daft with a bad plan chaser. We’re going to die.”
“Enough! We are not going to die. We are just going to…oh you’re right, we are going to die. But at least it’s with a sense of style, yeah?”
“You’re not going to let them hurt anyone else.”
“No. They definitely won’t. Not after this….almost done.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m rather sure I’m about to die of boredom right now.”
“Better to die of stupid than boredom, I always say.”
“Oh that’s comforting.”
“Alright, done! Donna? RUN!!”
“I think I’m gonna kill you!”
“Right! AFTER WE RUN!”
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