Friday: Free For All
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comment_ficHappy weekend, everyone! It's that time again - the Friday Free for All. That means all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are accepted.
All our usual rules apply, of course.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. When someone answers your prompt, you can prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after the original air/publication date. This is especially important now that shows are starting to come back from hiatus! If you have spoilers in the story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember to format your prompts appropriately. For example:
So let's get things rolling! And don't forget, this weekend is one of our Lonely Prompt Challenges. Be sure to tune in. :)
All our usual rules apply, of course.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. When someone answers your prompt, you can prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after the original air/publication date. This is especially important now that shows are starting to come back from hiatus! If you have spoilers in the story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember to format your prompts appropriately. For example:
Firefly, Mal, in all these things we come undone
Burn Notice/Leverage, Mike/Tara, well that was entirely unexpected (... alright, maybe not)
So let's get things rolling! And don't forget, this weekend is one of our Lonely Prompt Challenges. Be sure to tune in. :)
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:10 pm (UTC)Firefly, River/Mal, he can't believe he's obeying her orders.
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:11 pm (UTC)Star Trek XI, Kirk/Pike, Pike publically submissive.
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:20 pm (UTC)Cold night, Roy/Tim, PG
Date: 2010-01-23 08:22 am (UTC)Roy brought his bow around, an arrow already nocked and back at half draw was a soft and dangerously unexpected thump sounded behind him. “Fuck Robin!” He hissed, easing the string down. “Don’t do that! I swear! One of these days I’m going to...”
“Going to what?” Tim grinned, sharp and nasty and all bat.
Roy raised an earnest eyebrow. “Shoot you! And I’m not sure I’d regret it. Sneaking up on a man like that.” He muttered darkly.
“You honestly think you could?” Tim smiled challenging, carefully unslinging a cylinder from his hip. “Coffee?”
Roy’s brow furled. “So you came up here on a freezing ass night the scare nine shades out of me and bring me coffee?”
Tim shrugged, “It’s cold and I know how much recon work sucks without hot caffeine.”
“So this is all just to keep me warm?” Roy caught Tim’s fingers as he took the cup, wrapping his arm around the young man’s waist to pull him close, his breath ghosting Tim’s skin. “You know I can think of a couple of other ways to keep warm on a night like this.”
Tim danced away, resting the thermos on the roof’s edge. “You better watch that. You’re spending too much time around Nightwing. You’re even started to sound like him.” With the whish of a jumpline he vanished into the dark.
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:31 pm (UTC)Babs/Tim, NC-17
Date: 2010-01-22 05:27 pm (UTC)The person who had tied him was good. Tim tried once again to free his hands, but it was vain to even try. All he managed was to hurt the inside of his wrist and feel helpless. He tried to swallow, but couldn’t. He could survive this. He was Robin, trained by Batman himself. He survived his dad’s death, he could survive everything.
“I know what you’re thinking and you.are.wrong!”
Tim tried harder to get free from the chain.
“When are you going to realize that you can’t escape? In fact, you can’t do anything unless I say it so.”
That was so not true! If only he could speak, but he couldn’t thanks to this stupid thing in his mouth. He should have been more careful! This whole thing went downhill so fast Tim didn’t have time to think of a possible way out.
“What should I do with you? Hmm?”
Well, he could think of few things and few of them weren’t so pleas-OH! Throwing his head back he tried to calm his breathing. If he kept breathing like this soon he would be lightheaded and that meant Babs would stop doing what she was doing to his cock and that wasn’t an option!
Not when he was so close to--
God, she was good!
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Date: 2010-01-22 04:59 pm (UTC)beware the second chance - PG, gen
Date: 2010-01-24 10:10 pm (UTC)But it doesn’t hurt. Not where the bullets went in, not the betrayal, nothing. And that doesn’t bother him, but he knows it should.
Is this Wolfram and Hart’s contract at work? Or something—
“Hello, Lindsey,” Cordelia Chase drawls, smirking down at him. “Boy, are you in trouble.”
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Date: 2010-01-22 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-24 04:35 am (UTC)He always loved what little time they could spend with each other, with out fear of people noticing a lingering touch or stare, but soon that would all change.
Curled around each other in the barn one afternoon they had made plans to travel together. Davenport posing as Rogers man servant, no one would question them sharing a room then, how else was he to serve his master.
"What are you smiling at?" Roger asked fondly, brushing his lips over there joined hands.
"Just thinking about the future, our future."
Roger leaned forward and kissed his cheek, "Soon," He whispered, "We will travel the world, and no one can stop us".
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Date: 2010-01-22 09:45 pm (UTC)But he never does. He never will.
Because, though Eliot is clever and fast and strong -strong enough that there are bars out there where Eliot could pass-, though Eliot is the best at what he does, he’s still only human. And Alec learned centuries ago that falling for humans is more trouble than it’s worth.
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Date: 2010-01-24 04:00 pm (UTC)You just simply don't send a person, who has spent the last three years of their live patching up people attacked by aliens, aliens attacked by people and doing weird-ass postmortems in which results no one would believe, as an undercover on a medical conference. Even if they're a doctor. Because it's just a roaring scream for trouble, that's what it is. Something is bound to go wrong. Especially when you're one Owen Harper.
And of course it does, bloody hell.
He is standing on the podium, finishing his lecture, when some crazy voice inside his head tells him: "Well, so maybe now you'd tell them something 'bout, y'know, those funny fishy-monsters that are not exactly from our planet? Just to, y'know, see what they'll do? 'Cause y'have to be prepared, right? And that means also the civilians should be prepared, yep?"
And it's probably a determinant how tired he is, because he actually finds it a brilliant idea and starts talking about these motherfuckers.
At first, people don't seem to notice anything extraordinary. It probably shows what an avid audience they are.
But after two or three minutes of his alien-babble, the buzzing of the guests becomes more and more audible. There are also more than a few bursts of laughter.
Only one persons sits still and listens intently, his eyes bright, his lips parted. He looks as if he's trying to catch every word and stuff it to his memory, process it, and never forget it.
It is... unsettling.
It makes Owen finish his lecture rather clumsily - on the other hand, how can you finish a lecture about aliens in a great style? - and retreat quickly (but he's not running away) to the wings.
He waits an hour till the speeches are finished and the voices die down, in order to avoid uneasy questions. When he finally leaves the wings and returns to the conference room (the whole thing must have clearly been built by some utter idiot, because you can only leave the wings via the stage), he sees that it really isn't his lucky day, because, of course, his only listener is waiting for him. At the moment he sees him going out from the wings, he stands up, brushes his clothes, fiddles with his hair a little and starts approaching him.
Owen is a one fucking lucky and cornered man, that's what he is.
The doctor pauses in front of him, close, so close, as if he knew nothing about personal space. Closer than Jack usually stands (that is, when he doesn't want to fuck you) and that speaks volumes. Then he licks his lips. His full lips.
Oh, fuck. He managed to attract some male doctor with hair from a shampoo commercial and lips like a porn starlet with his pseudo-scientific alien-babble. Jack will die from laughter when he'll hear that, then come back to life and retcon him. His days in Torchwood are numbered. And they were so nice.
"I'm Doctor Robert Chase, ICU specialist", he hears the thick drawl and snaps back to the reality. "I'm sorry to bother you, but your speech really interested me... And I thought that maybe we could go somewhere and talk a little bit more about, well, the aliens and..."
He tunes the man out for a little bit in order to look at him closely. Young, enthusiastic, pretty. Wants to know more about aliens. ICU, which means he is able to handle violence and, more important, to help people.
He makes the decision almost instantly.
"So" he interrupts Chase, "if you want to know more about it, why don't we go to, let's say, to a pub and talk a little bit?"
The smile he gets is almost blinding.
When they go out together, he thinks that there's a big fat chance Jack won't actually retcon him.
After all, Chase will be a pretty addition to their small family.
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