Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes

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Hey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.

Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:

Fandom, characters, prompt

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?

And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.

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[modestroad.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Scott/Jean/Logan, a trip to remember

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Friends, Joey/Chandler/Ross, inviting Ross

[summerstorm.livejournal.com]

American Idol RPF, Adam/Kris/Katy, driving

[besottedly.livejournal.com]

Caprica, Zoe/Virtual Zoe/Lacy, an average night at the V-Club

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake, 'balance' isn't just a training term

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Glee, Rachel/Quinn/Brittany/Santana, pretending to be drunk

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

Superman Returns/Batman Begins, Clark/Lois/Bruce, luxury

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

Bruce has lived in luxury his whole life, and he never knew the true meaning of the word. It had started with an unknown reporter insisting on an interview from a well known news station. He’d thought nothing of it at the time, only some news hound trying to make a name, surely. Bruce ought to have known better, for that had been his first sign that Lois was on his trail, determined at burning away all obstacles that got in the way of her and her objective. She was, to say the least, stubborn. Bruce had known, after the third week in a row of day-to-day calls that she was not giving up, so he might as well do so. Bruce had told her she had five minutes to make the interview worthy of his attention, in his own home, and she’d said words he’d never forget.

“Patience is a virtue, Batman.” Lois hadn’t really wanted an interview, it turned out, and neither did she want to blackmail a multi-millionaire. She wanted his help, his, not the Batman, but Bruce. Superman had had a child, and that child was sickly, starving. Jason was small and frail, and it was hard to think that he could be the child of Superman or Lois, but he was, and he needed Bruce in a way that Bruce had never thought anyone would. Jason needed constant one-on-one care, and it seemed the logical move to have him moved in with Bruce, and where Jason went Lois was sure to follow.

News and media raved about it for weeks. Bruce decided to go along with it, to play that Lois Lane was all but his wife, to stop being ‘the playboy’ for the public, because it could not be doubted that Lois would keep his secret of where he went during the night. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being play – if it ever was only playing to start with – and he couldn’t imagine a life without Lois and Jason in it. All of it underlined by the mystery of Superman, because it didn’t matter that Jason was his son, Lois gave him no name, no identity to work with. Bruce would not pry only for his own curiosity, not about his family, and Superman gone – perhaps forever – was not enough of a threat to risk Lois’s fury.

“He’s back, Bruce - Superman.” Bruce knew then the fear that came with a simple phone call. He flew to Lois as fast as a human might, and it didn’t matter that Lois had never told him Superman’s name, because upon entering the Daily Planet like he owned it (which, of course, he did – or some part of it) he knew Superman. Bruce put his bravo to use, slinging an arm over Lois and smiling all the while into the face of Superman, who could break steel with a flick of his finger.

Clark Kent was not what he expected. The man who was Superman flushed, looking away and stuttering a “sorry” to them while fleeing. Lois gave Bruce a look like he’d kicked a puppy, and he realized that despite his wealth and power, Lois was still a little bit in love with Clark Kent the small town farmer raised man who happened to be Superman. So, Bruce did the best he could - and invited Clark over for supper.

It was only natural that Clark never went home, after. It was all that the papers talked about for weeks, and when there was a three-way marriage (because if it could be done, Bruce would have it done, even if it’d never been done before) between Bruce Wayne and Lois Lane and Clark Kent, the papers years afterwards would still speculate to certain individuals sexual prowess in bed (Bruce didn’t mind that Clack had him beat, after all, he was Superman, and never left either Bruce or Lois wanting) why they still worked so together well yet didn’t retire at ridiculously young ages (because Bruce had his business, and Lois would go insane no matter how much she loved them if she didn’t have the Daily Planet which Bruce had given her for her birthday present, and Clark, while Superman, still needed time to be who he was) and what held them together.

The answer, as Bruce would always give into the blinding blinks of cameras with a smile, was the luxury of love.

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Adelle/Echo/Priya, de-stressing

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Hart/DiNozzo, "You should really start doing your homework , Ms. Hart. Then you wouldn't keep getting in over your head."

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/Grant Emerson/Kyle Rayner, training

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DCU, Steph Brown/Cass Cain/Jason Todd/Tim Drake, intertwined

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Clint Barton, glad he's back

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

General Hospital, Jason Morgan/Lucky Spencer/Sam McCall, taking the drink out of his hand

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/Steph Brown/Tim Drake, stalking/watching

[sidneyfireblood.livejournal.com]

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, Tono/Chiaki/Ryuu/Genta, fun after battle

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SPN, Dean/Sam/Cas, he fits

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Monica/Claire/Elle, slumber party

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/Sylar/Matt, mind body and heart

SPOILERS for most recent ep

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Spoilers for 'the Wall'



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They know that there are trapped in Sylar's mind. But they don't know that Matt can see everything they do in there.

He sees them lonely and cold and hating each other. He sees them as their bodies cling to each other in desperation and self-loathing, long before their hearts learn to repent and forgive.

When he sees them, after they find their way out, he cannot hide the fact that he knows about them, knows that they are not the men he knew hours ago. They assume he read their mind right then, not considering Matt could have been there, with them and yet not, the whole time.

They look at him expecting condemnation, ready to tell Matt that his judgment doesn't matter.

Matt's in no place to judge.

When the three of them are finally alone again, when the battles have been won, at lest temporarily, they fall into each other, easier than they should.

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Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, safe and sound

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this just kind of... popped into my head. hope you like it.

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She’s running and running and running, but it’s not the fun kind of running. There is no joy to this, her hands are empty and there is terror clawing in her throat. Something is chasing her. She dodges and weaves but she just can’t get away. She turns left at the end of a long line of storage containers and is suddenly in the middle of a thick, cold forest. Branches like hands with claws reach out and scratch her, hurt her, make her bleed. But that thing is still chasing her; that thing with the changing face and the changing voice. And she’s all alone and she’s cold and she’s scared. She trips on an exposed root and falls, hitting hard onto a concrete floor. The sound of heavy boots are behind her, dark laughter fills the air. There are walls, walls on every side, it’s a dead end. She can’t get out.

“We’re right here, darlin’,” words whispered in her ear, soft and with a comforting drawl. “Come on out of it now. Hardison, get your ass over here.”

“Man, she kicked me! I’m’a have, like, a bruise.”

It’s the simple exasperation in the voice that finally brings her back. She’s on their bed, wrapped tightly in Eliot’s strong arms. She opens her eyes and sees Alec standing at the side of the bed, rubbing hard at his thigh.

“You back?” Eliot asks.

She just nods, she doesn’t trust her voice yet.

Alec seems to relax. He picks up a water bottle from the bedside table and hands it to her as he sits carefully. “You wanna talk about it?”

“It was just a nightmare,” she says, her voice a cracking whisper. She takes a small sip of the water and forces some of the tension out of her body.

Eliot’s grip relaxes from restraining to comforting. “You’re awake now, darlin’. Safe and sound.”

“I was being chased,” she volunteers. “I was alone and it was dark and it was cold. I was scared.”

Alec lies down and opens his arms to both of them. Together Eliot and Alec sandwich her between them, holding her securely. “You ain’t alone, baby girl. You got your boys here with you.”

“Ain’t never gonna be alone,” Eliot says, kissing her shoulder gently. “And as for cold, damn darlin’, we got a human radiator over on that side.”

She feels herself smile as she feels the last of the fear leave her. She lets the warmth and the safety flow through her and she starts to drift back to sleep.

“She’s going to sleep,” Alec says in half a whisper.

“I noticed,” Eliot agrees.

“But… not even any make-me-feel-better sex?”

“Damn it Hardison, we were having a moment.”

“I know that. Don’t act like I don’t know that. I’m just sayin’, sex makes me feel better after a nightmare.”

Eliot laughs silently. “Go the hell to sleep.”

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

Arthurian Legend, Morgan/Arthur/Guinevere, wish I was drunk

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

The Bible, Jesus/Mary Magdalene/Judas, almost forever

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Ziva/Gibbs/Tony, weakness

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon/Teyla, home

Fill: post-Common Ground

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Carson finally releases John from the infirmary, citing him no worse for the wear despite being fed on multiple times by a starving Wraith, he heads straight for his quarters with every intention of collapsing and sleeping through the entire forty-eight hours of stand-down Elizabeth offered him.

Only when he opens his door, Teyla is waiting there with a mug of hot tea and Ronon is sitting on the bed, barefoot. He allows them to manhandle him onto the bed, Teyla removing his shoes and belt, Ronon removing his shirt.

Ronon places his hand on John’s chest, right where Todd fed, his expression sorrowful, and John knows the Wraith tried to feed on him too, that Ronon knows that pain, and he leans in and kisses Ronon. Then he accepts the tea Teyla offered him, sits back against the headboard and lets Teyla tuck herself against his side, her ear pressed to his heart, while she reassures herself of his presence.

This was what he fought for, this was what he let the Wraith feed on him for, so he could come home. He will always, always come home. Ronon is tucked in beside him and drowsing by the time he finishes his tea, and with a thought John douses the lights, and the three of them arrange themselves on the bed, and John finally feels safe, lets himself sleep.

They can make love in the morning.

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Wizards of Waverly Place, Alex/Harper/Justin, washing clothes

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

Wizards of Waverly Place, Alex/Juliet/Justin, teeth