Monday - Crossovers

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Hey all! *waves* I'm merry_gentry, and I'll be giving you your themes this week. And today, just to start things off easily, it's going to be crossover day.

So, that's any fandoms, as long as you pick more than two. Leverage, Supernatural, SGA, NCIS, RPS...anything you can think up, slash or het.

Please, please, please remember to make life a little easier for your codemonkeys (because they have a very big job) and code your prompts correctly:

Examples:
--Leverage/RPS, Nate/Chris, don't I know you?
--SPN/SGA, Dean/John Sheppard, road trip

Also? Please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment, otherwise you might not get any fic in return. And that would be bad.

You can leave as many prompts as you want, answer as many as you want - and more than one person can answer a prompt. You can even write your own!
However, if you don't see anything you'd fancy writing from today, please, head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what you can give a home to over there.

Ready? Go!

Comments

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage/RPS, Nate/Chris, don't I know you?

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

It was time for a cold beer, a hot woman, or a even hotter guy, Chris thought, as he signalled the bar tender. A set always made him hornier than hell and Steve?

He wasn't going to think about it.

He tipped his beer back and let it wash the bitterness away. He scanned the room looking and stopped at the dark haired man in the secluded corner.

Well hell, Chris thought, not bad. He reached for his wallet and the bartender waved it away, "The gentleman in the corner paid your tab."

"Well then I should thank him." Chris grinned. He pulled up a chair and turned it backwards. Straddling it he grinned at the older man. "Thanks for the beer."

"Your welcome," The man continued to stare.

Chris looked down at his shirt, "What?"

"Don't I know you?"

Chris smirked, horrible pick up line but it didn't matter.

He was horny.

"No, but you could get to know me a lot better."

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

SPN/SGA, Dean/John Sheppard, road trip

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Dean didn't know why he pulled over that day. With Sam gone, maybe he was lonely. He would just never admit it.

The guy had ridiculous dark hair, a pack slung over shoulder, dog tags around his neck, and haunted eyes. Dean intended to drop him off at the next town.

But it ended up being three more towns down the road when they stumbled across a pissed off spirit. John, his name was John, didn't blink when Dean tossed him a sawed off. He just took in stride, firing at the ghost like a pro until Dean could set the bones on fire.

Post job tension found them on thin motels sheets, with Dean's cock in John's ass. He might have moaned "Sam" so he didn't blink an eye when John jerked off to the repeated "Rodney" over and over again.

And when John slid into the Impala with a slight wince, Dean didn't blink. He just focused on the road with John at his side.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Boa vs Python/Thoughtcrimes, Emmett/Brendan, innuendo

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage/SGA, Eliot/Ronon, what happens after the fight?

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

After the brawl, they don't even make it back to Eliot's hotel room; they're hyped up enough on adrenalin and endorphins that the alley seems like a perfect place to stop.

Still panting, Eliot leans against the wall and looks up at Ronon. He wants to get fucked right now, but there's the height difference to deal with, so maybe it'll just be blowjobs. "How do you wanna do this?" he asks, because who knows, maybe Ronon has a bright idea.

Ronon looks almost as desperate as Eliot feels, but he looks around and then smiles broadly and points at something above Eliot's head. Eliot glances up to see a metal bar set into the brick wall. "Drop your pants and then grab that."

And yeah, maybe it's not the best idea to be bare-assed in an alley, but Eliot doesn't really care; he's just glad his pants are baggy enough that he doesn't have to take off his shoes first. As he strains to reach the bar, he expects Ronon to say something about his lack of underwear, but Ronon just looks him over, grins and grabs his hips. He lifts Eliot the few inches necessary and then Eliot's gripping the bar, held up by his own strength and one of Ronon's big hands.

He hears Ronon's belt being unbuckled and the sound of rubber, and then Ronon's pressed up against him. Wrapping his legs around Ronon's hips, Eliot grins. "Yeah, do it just like this."

"Just a minute," Ronon says. He spits into his hand and then slicks up his dick and Eliot's breath catches in his throat.

This is too fucking good to be real, he thinks, but no, it's not some kind of fantasy. Ronon's pressing into him and he's damn big and it's been a long time since Eliot took it with no prep and it burns and he's sweating and oh holy fuck, but it's good. Eliot tilts his heab back against the brick and moans as Ronon pushes all the way in.

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Eliot gasps. "Do it...do me, c'mon!"

"Pushy," Ronon says, but he grabs Eliot's hips, pulls back and shoves in hard. Eliot grunts and tightens his legs around Ronon and does his damndest to fuck back, to keep up with the hard rhythm Ronon sets up.

It's too good and he's too hyped up for it to last long; between the thick, hot pressure of Ronon's dick in him, the strain on his arms as he grips the bar and the rough brick against his bare lower back and ass, Eliot's gone. It's only a matter of minutes before he shouts wordlessly and comes so hard he sees stars against his closed eyelids.

A few more hard, sharp thrusts and Ronon's coming too; Eliot's wiped out, but he manages to hold onto the bar until Ronon finally sags against him, pressing him into the wall. "Fuck," Ronon murmurs and Eliot laughs.

"Yeah," he says, leaning forward a little. "Anytime," he adds, his lips brushing against Ronon's. As Ronon takes the hint and kisses him, Eliot thinks about all the other bars in town. Or who knows? Maybe we can try it without a brawl first.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human/Leverage, George/Parker, stripped

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Heroes, Merlin/Sylar, muttering

Vaster, G.

[kick-flaw.livejournal.com]

The dark-haired boy was speaking, low and strange under his breath, and Sylar wondered if his power was connected to vocalization, like so many others he'd stolen. He could hear the muttered words, but they made no sense, not in any language Sylar knew. No matter, the boy was dead regardless; Sylar smirked, pleased and hungry. He raised his hand.

Then the boy's eyes flashed gold, and wasn't that a neat trick, except that Sylar was suddenly, completely powerless. He groped within himself, felt the spaces where his collection of powers had been, all gone now. "What," he said, trying to unfurl even the smallest ability, just a touch, but there was nothing, nothing. "What have you done?" He said, trying to sound collected despite the small curls of panic opening in his stomach.

"I've made you normal," the boy said, almost sadly. "You abused your gift, you upset the balance. It had to be corrected."

Sylar stared at him. "Normal."

The boy nodded, smiling wryly. "You'll get used to it. Or you'll go mad," he shrugged. "I don't really care."

"I--" Sylar looked at his hands, focused and pulled but still nothing came, not even the hunger, and he knew his mind hadn't fully caught up yet, because if it had he wouldn't be able to maintain even this modicum of calm. "I can't be--How? How did you do this? Who are you?"

"Yes, you can, and you are. I willed it, and," the boy answered, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"You willed it?" Sylar yelled. "You willed it? Why?"

"It's my job, now. To keep the balance. My powers are vaster than you can even imagine, to match the responsibility," the boy said, somehow more melancholy than arrogant.

Sylar shook his head. This--it had to be a dream, someone was fucking with his head, this wasn't possible. Everything he'd worked for, gone. "Who are you?" He demanded again.

Suddenly the boy was in front of him, eyes sharp and gold and fierce, pinning Sylar in place, and his voice had a strange, resounding quality, "My name is Merlin."

Merlin. It echoed in Sylar's empty, empty mind long after the boy had disappeared.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Primeval/Torchwood, Abby/Gwen, galaxy

[misstitania.livejournal.com]

Abby kept staring that woman with the cute gap in her teeth. All around her both teams were in shock over discovering that their own little galaxies were actually much bigger and might be connected. Yet, still all Abby wanted to do was get the dark haired Welsh woman alone and explore her body. With the exception of Stephen, she had always been attracted to women.

"Abby, I want Gwen Cooper and you to work together on this mission," spoke Cutter.

Abby could scarcely believer her luck. She smiled over at Gwen, who gave her a shy smile back. Maybe she had a shot for once. Abby couldn't wait to find out what Gwen tasted like.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Merlin, Eliot/Arthur/Merlin, stunning

Leverage/Merlin, Eliot/Arthur/Merlin, stunning

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

(Unrepentant crack, implied time travel, possibly a bit OOC, pervy Arthur. so yeah)

Merlin and Arthur are taking a break from very important King and Sorcerer duties to hunt down the wild beast that has been terrorizing some village, taking livestock and food and, according to one red-faced villager, a pair of trousers. Arthur finally tracks the thing to a lair only to find it dead, it's killer standing over the mangled, odd looking corpse. He's wild yes, but no beast: a man, naked but for a ragged pair of trousers (and it seemed that peasant hadn't been lying about the pants) skin sweaty and muscles bunching ready to fight. He's really quite stunning. Arthur decides to keep him.

It's a bit tricky, as Arthur is afraid of hurting him in the attempt to subdue him, so he has Merlin magically bind the man (and gag him, as he keeps talking in some language Arthur simply cannot understand and it's very annoying). Once they have him secured on the horse they head back to Camelot. He eyes Merlin thoughtfully.

"So Merlin..."

"We aren't keeping him."

Arthur does not pout, because he is a king and kings do not pout. He frowns in a kingly way.

"I didn't even say anything. But now that you mention it, he is very pretty..."

"He's not a pet!"

Well of course not as a pet. Though now that's he thinking about it, he suspects the man would look splendid in a red leather collar, gold buckles done up to match the blue one Merlin wears sometimes. Yes, that would do nicely.

"And you aren't getting him a collar, either! We are going to find out where he came from and send him home."

"Oh, alright. You ruin all my fun you know, which isn't at all proper for a servant."

The man struggles, nearly falling off the horse, and Merlin puts a hand on bare calf to steady him. Arthur notes that the hand lingers for a bit longer than is really necessary.

"I don't suppose it would hurt to have a bit of fun before we send him back. If he wants to."

Arthur smiles. Hunts are always so much fun.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Oz/Heroes, Adebisi/Sylar, rage

[staubundsterne.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Ocean's 12, Parker/Isabel, master thieves

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human/Angel, Mitchell/George/Wesley, discouraging

[elebridith]

Torchwood/Angel the Series, Captain John Hart/Lindsey McDonald, strawberry

Strawberry, TW/AtS, Captain John Hart/Lindsey McDonald

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Lindsey strains against the ropes holding him down. Above him, leaning over him, John laughs and holds the strawberry just out of reach.

"Uh-uh. Ask...nicely."

Below him, Lindsey sags back against the mattress and rolls his eyes.

"Please, oh, please," he says, deadpan.

John pouts. "You can do better than that."

Lindsey raises one slow eyebrow. "Well, one tiny lil'strawberry isn't exactly deserving of that much attention."

"Oh, I'm sure I could think of something more...tempting," John says, his voice deepening just enough to give it that bit of an edge. Lindsey laughs, and twists his right hand out of the loosely-tied rope holding it, yanking John down into a kiss.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

SPN/Leverage, Dean/Aldis, But I killed you!

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Hustle/Demons, Ash/Mina, the fixer

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

SPN/Heroes, Dean/Sylar, what sort of demon are you?

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Dean felt himself leave the floor, held up by this man's telekinesis powers and pushed against the wall with such force he thought he heard something crack. He'd been tracking Sylar ever since Walberg, Idaho but still hadn't figured out what he was or how he could kill so well.

He searched his brain for a description this tall man with the bushy eyebrows might fit.

Witch? No. They were usually female.

Shapechanger? Not with the telekinesis thrown in the batch.

Wendigo? No chance.

As Sylar held up a finger and Dean felt something pierce his skull, he finally asked. "What sort of demon are you?"

"The human kind." Sylar icily grinned and sliced his head open.

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice, Bailey/Sam, told you so

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Bones/Chuck, Booth/Casey, mine's bigger

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck was working with Brennan's team to figure out who was actually found in Fulcrum's dumping site. Booth didn't know why this Chuck needed to be called in, or why he needed special NSA protection, but he knew enough about interagency non-cooperation that he didn't ask. Instead, he made smalltalk - guns, other weapons, the impressive size of Casey's belt buckle. He invited Casey for pie. They spent the night at Booth's place, going through bourbon and condoms with a fast diligence that belied popular opinion of the efficiency of government workers.

The next day, in the lab, Booth made small talk again. Sensing a kindred spirit, he said,"Ever notice that that squints think everyone find science as interesting as they do?"

"Squints?"

"You know, nerds."

Casey laughed, or, actually, he grunted in a laugh-reminiscent manner. "Tell me about it." And they proceeded to compare the hazards of working with nerds - the way they keep asking to be given a gun, the way they never really pay attention to whether something is about to blow up, the way they think you actually care that the software has been updated.

"But still, I know that I'd protect them no matter what," said Booth.

"Of course."

They noticed Chuck and Hodgins walking up to them then. Booth said to Casey, in a low voice, hoping to finally figure out why this Chuck was so special, said, "So what's the difference between your nerd and my nerds, really?"

"Mine's bigger."

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Buffy, Eliot/Dru, prophecy

Baby Prophecies

[jadaryl.livejournal.com]

A/N: I don't think this is exactly what you were thinking of, but it's how this turned out. And it's becoming much longer than I planned...



Eliot fell against the wall, his head spinning. He forced himself to slow his breathing. "Nate, Linds, I don't know what to do." He was panicking. He knew it.

He hadn't seen the dark-haired woman since nine months ago when she'd picked him up at a bar in Romania. He still didn't remember how he'd ended up naked in her bed. She'd been clearly insane, saying something about "he must stay human for the baby. He can't be my white knight." Then she'd slipped away just before the Russian mafia broke down the door.

She'd shown up on his doorstep yesterday, heavily pregnant, claiming he was the child's father. She'd told him the baby was special, he had to protect her, and teach her for when the slayer's witch called her. Whatever that meant. Just an hour ago, she'd driven a piece of wood through her chest before he could stop her. She'd turned to dust around a tiny, blue-eyed baby.

"What do I do? I've got a price on my head. She could get hurt because of me. I don't know how to be a dad. And she won't stop crying and I don't know what's wrong with her! And her mama's dead!"

Nate took the baby from his arms. "She's probably just hungry, Eliot. Let me call Sophie and tell her we need baby supplies. She's definitely your daughter. She's got that face you make right before hit someone."

Eliot was speechless. She couldn't be his. She was too tiny. Too helpless. Too beautiful.

"Don't worry about the legal crap, El," Lindsey added. "I'll get the birth certificate fixed up. What are you going to name her?"

Eliot groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "I don't know. I never thought I'd get to have kids."

"Did Dru say anything about the baby?" Lindsey persisted.

Eliot didn't look up. "She said she was special. Something about I need to protect her and train her. That a slayer witch would call her?" he mumbled into his hands.

"Just don't name her Buffy," Lindsey quipped.

"Then you name her."

"Darla," Lindsey replied. "Darla Aimee."

"Darla? Ain't she one of those two chicks that nearly killed you?"

Lindsey grimaced. "Yeah, and Dru was the other. But it was really my fault. Thing is, Eliot, Dru was a seer. She could see the past, the future... Sometimes things that were happening half the world away. This baby is already special. Vampires can't have children. From what Dru said, she's going to become a slayer. After this, I can't come near either of you. Wolfram and Hart will want the baby. She's meant to fight everything they stand for. Stay with your team. You're gonna need them."

Eliot frowned. "So now you're spouting prophecy, too?" He glanced desperately at Nate.

Lindsey shook his head. "No. I just know my employers. And, now that I know about the baby, they will know. I can't stop that. Just be careful."

"Don't worry, either of you." Both brothers looked up as Nate intruded on their discussion. "I'm not going to let anything happen to this little girl. If we have to move to the other side of the planet, we'll do that. Little Darla will grow up. She will be happy and healthy. She'll become the woman every girl dreams of being. And Eliot will be the father every daughter dreams of. Take your daughter, Eliot. You won't break her."

Eliot silently accepted his baby girl. As he looked at her face, he recognized his eyes and mouth in her. He'd never been more frightened in his life, not even when he'd been captured that first time. All these prophecies about his child... It wasn't fair to her. She was just a baby. Why couldn't she just be a normal baby? She deserved better than him. But she couldn't have her mother and he was afraid to give her to anyone else. He figured he'd just have to try to ignore it all and do the best for her he could. At least he could count on the team to help. Even if Sophie would take her shoe shopping and Parker would teach her to beat a Sterenko and Hardison would have her hacking into the CIA by the time she turned 10 and Nate would show her that recklessness tended to pay off.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

SGA/Star Trek Enterprise, Rodney/Trip, comfort food

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

SPN/Leverage, Dean/Nate/Werewolf!Eliot, protect

Re: Protect, SPN/Leverage, Dean/Nate/werewolf!Eliot

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

I've got something for this - but it kind of exploded. It's not porny, but...it's here (http://merry-gentry.livejournal.com/50269.html) - hope you enjoy! ;p

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage, Steve/Chris/Eliot, explain

[meredevachon]

I see what you did there. ;) (and again two prompts down) I need to wrangle some weres and weevils for a couple of deadlines, but I'll see what I can do with these boys in between.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

MacGyver/Stargate SG1, Mac/Sam, Chemistry lesson

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage, Steve/Chris/Eliot, getting to know you

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

At first glance, Eliot and Christian are identical. But Steve knows all the subtle differences between them.

Eliot's more muscular, his sense of humour dryer and his temper quicker. He can't hold his alcohol as well as Christian, and his hair's longer, straighter.

Christian's quicker to laugh and everything about him is more open; personality, body language, emotions. He can sing too, and play guitar. And embraces his Cherokee roots

They can both act. And cook. They both love to read, both love sports, both wrestle and ride. They both share a lust for life, they both have a fire burning inside of them that doesn't quit.

Oh, and they both love driving Steve wild, teasing him, taking him to the very edge but pulling back before he tips over. And they do it over, and over... making him arch, buck, thrust, moan, whimper and beg.
They love hearing him beg. And know all the little ways to make him, know all the spots to draw out those little needy noises.

And Steve loves it.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

MacGyver/Stargate SG1, Mac/Daniel, papers clips and/or duct tape


someone pleeeeeeaaaase write me duct tape porn?? *bats eyelashes @ comm*

A Sticky Situation, Mac/Daniel

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

He knows it isn't Jack because Jack is never this easy to please, this laid back, but somehow, in the heat of the moment it doesn't really matter.

Mac's funny and handy and smart and when he tells Daniel that he can get out of almost any situation with a paper clip and duct tape, Daniel believes him as he watches Daniel play with the sticky label off of something.

He's observant, sees that Daniel's a tactile guy, likes to touch things, feel them...and sticky is a favorite sensation. And when he leans in and whispers that he knows lots of interesting uses for duct tape, Daniel raises an eyebrow and can't hide the smirk at the innuendo.

That doesn't entirely explain how he ends up like this though, naked and stretched out on a motel bed, half way to gone and mumbling incoherently in every language he knows as Mac slowly peels strips of duct tape from his over-sensitized back while slowly fucking down into him. Daniel's got tape twined in his fingers, and he pulls and twists at them in an attempt to get them free.

Then Mac is ripping the long stripe along Daniel's spine, the one that ends just above his hole and it's too much, shoving Daniel over the edge into his third orgasm. Mac follows, pulling out to finish in the condom and standing up to toss it in the trash while Daniel rolls out of the wet spot under him, holding up his hands for help getting out of the sticky trap.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

SPN/Gilmore Girls, Dean/Dean, bus (unexpected meeting)

Through a Glass Darkly Part 1

[kelios.livejournal.com]

This got way out of control. Sorry.
Title stolen from like, a million different things, 'cause I can't think anymore, my brain melted from angst.

For just a split second, Dean thinks it's Sam, thinks his brother came back. He's on his feet, huge smile forming on his face--and then the guy looks right past him.

"Sam?" Dean says uncertainly, his smile fading, and that gets the kid's attention.

"Excuse me?" he says, and Christ, even the voice is the same. All Dean can do is stare, because seriously, what the hell?

"Sorry, I thought you were--" my brother, Dean almost says, then changes it to "a friend of mine. I dropped him off here awhile ago."

"Oh," the guy says politely. He looks around, obviously about to leave, and suddenly Dean can't bear to let him go.

"Hey, you...you want to get a drink? There's a decent bar a couple of blocks down, and the food's not bad." Dean gives the kid his best smile to cover up his babbling, and nods toward the Impala. "I'm Dean, by the way."

The guy smiles for the first time and laughs. "I'm Dean, too," he says. His eyes linger on Dean's face and his smile widens. "Food sounds great, Dean--though maybe you should call me Drew, that's my middle name." He laughs again, and Dean's heart breaks, just a little, because it's Sam and it's not and Dean's afraid it never will be again.

The bar is noisy and crowded, so they sit close, knees touching under the table as they knock back beer and eat greasy bar food and talk about random...stuff. When a pool table opens up, Dean challenges Drew to a game and shows off, making trick shots at impossible angles, and the kid seems genuinely impressed. He asks Dean to help him with a shot, looking at him shyly from under his bangs to gauge Dean's reaction, and Dean sucks in a breath and nods.

He presses up against him, legs and hips and back so familiar and warm and can't help turning his face into Drew's neck and breathing deep. He feels Drew shiver under his hands and rock back against him tentatively, then harder when he feels Dean's reaction. They finish the shot, and by unspoken agreement abandon the table in favor of settling the bill and heading out.

When they get to the Impala, Drew stops, looking at Dean awkwardly. "I, uh..." he starts, blushing a little as he stares at Dean, and Dean takes pity on him and pulls him down into a gentle kiss. The kid melts against him, pushing Dean back against the car and cradling Dean's face in his huge hands, and God, Dean's not sure he can do this without breaking into a million pieces.

They part reluctantly for air, and the dazed expression on Drew's face makes Dean smile. "I've got a room," he offers, and Drew is sliding into the Impala almost before the words are out of his mouth. It's a short drive, thankfully, because Dean's completely distracted by the tent in the kid's jeans and how his eyes are huge and luminous in the dim light.

Inside the room, Dean pushes Drew against the wall and kisses him slowly and thoroughly. The kid groans, head falling back against the wall as Dean opens his jeans and pulls out his cock. It's huge, and beautiful, just like Sam, and Dean can't wait. "Want to taste you," Dean says, voice low and heated, and Drew groans again when Dean drops to his knees.

"Yeah," he breathes, "yeah, been thinking about this all night..." He cups Dean's jaw in his huge hand, thumb running over Dean's lips as he stares down at him. Dean doesn't look away as he opens his mouth, let's Drew guide him to the head of his cock. Drew pushes in slowly, eyes fluttering when Dean makes no move to stop him. Dean let's Drew fuck his mouth, closing his eyes and just feeling Sammy with every thrust and gasp and moan and he damn near comes untouched when Drew gasps his name and shoots hot and sweet down his throat.