Friday Free For All

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Welcome to Friday, y'all.

You know what that means, no theme today. Any prompt, any fandom, any pairing...it's all good today...so bring it on!

Please do remember to follow the simple rules, no more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 prompts in a row so that everyone gets a chance to play along. No spoilers in the prompt for at least a week after air/publish date, so everyone has a chance to see it first. If the fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces between the warning and the start of the fic.

For the sake of our hard working Code Monkeys, please format your prompts properly:

RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, public appearances
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, long time coming

Crossover:
Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, blood and whiskey

Go have some fun!

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RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, public appearances

RPS | JP/JDM | public appearances

[soldierly.livejournal.com]

[EDIT: Dunno why my code didn't work ff D:]

There are things they can't do in public.

Jared's touchy, handsy, cuddly, inappropriately gropey in the worst of times, and Jeff, more often than not, has to lean in close to him and tell him to back off before TMZ and, subsequently, ONTD get wind of this. The slightest hint and the news whores will be on them like bloodhounds on hapless rabbits, photoshopping and cropping every picture until they're making out or sticking their hands down each others' pants in public.

Not that Jared's really far from that. He's a good kid, has a good head, he's just enthusiastic and more exciteable than a puppy. Jeff doesn't fault him for it; hell, it's part of why he loves the kid, but in the end-all be-all, he's a 45 year old man who played Jared's father and Jared's a 28 year old man-child who played Jeff's son.

It's the taboo of the taboo, and the moment they make a move that's just outside the lines, they'll be slaughtered, slashed across the pages of every gossip magazine. There will be LiveJournal header-images made, banners, new communities. ONTD will explode. spn_gossip will explode.

"Jared," he has to snap at the Upfronts. They're posed together, Jared's arm around his shoulders and their legs pressed a little too close to be PG.

Jared grins at him, ever-sunny. "Yes, Dad?"

The surrounding reporters laugh; Jeff rolls his eyes. Under his breath, low enough that straining ears won't pick it up, he mutters, "Call me that in bed and I'll kick your ass right out the front door."

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, long time coming

Filled: Anticipation

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B/c I fail at short fics, over here (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/16233.html) @ my journal

Preview:

It was while Eliot was kneeling on the floor, with his head down and his hands extended out in front of him that he realized he wasn't afraid. It used to terrify him, thinking about how much power he had given Nate over him, but now it was all different. He was achingly hard, his cock ring on and a pair of clamps on his nipples. When Nate had first put them on him, he had cursed and thrashed, but he found himself looking forward to the pain, and then the pain of taking them off.
So when Nate came in

[tigriswolf]

NCIS, gen, Gibbs killed Ari in season 1

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Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, blood and whiskey

I am NOT writing Eliot/Raylan...this is NOT me doing it...NOT

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When the state police called to tell him a man named Eliot Spencer was in custody, Raylan’s first instinct was to call bullshit, but when the officer started talking about the bar fight that turned into a bloody riot, Raylan started thinking that maybe they had the right man after all.

It was a two hour drive out to the little bar in the middle of nowhere Kentucky, and the whole way all Raylan could think was, what the fuck was Eliot doing telling the Staties to call him instead of using one of his other contacts?

They had cuffed Eliot to the bar itself, having run out of patrol cars with the other insurgents. The cuffs glinted under the harsh lights like a flashing neon sign, beware wild animal.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled lazily, peering up at Raylan through blood matted hair. “You gonna get me out of these damn things?”

“Not just yet.” Raylan slid into the stool next to Eliot, reaching over the bar for one of the few bottles that remained intact. “Johnny Walker Red, nice.”

“You gonna share some of that?” Eliot gestured to the mostly unbroken glass at his wrist.

Raylan poured them both a generous glass, throwing half of his back in one hard swallow. “What the hell am I doing here Eliot?”

Eliot laughed, but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “Who else was I going to call when some gangster wannabe sets me up in small town Kentucky?”

“So this was a set up?” Raylan tipped his hat back and turned to eyeball the room. “Quite a thing to set up a riot in a bar just to get one man.”

“Depends on the man.” Eliot had to bend nearly in half to get the glass to his mouth, but he managed. “I don’t think they were counting on me.”

“No,” Raylan let his eyes track from Eliot’s battered, now slightly bloodied, boots to his angry blackened-blue eyes. “I don’t think they were counting on you.”

“So can we uncuff me now?” Eliot jerked on the cuffs in irritation. “Please?”

Raylan felt a small smirk tugging at the side of his lips, too dark to be considered a smile.
“I think we might wait a bit longer on that, you being a dangerous man and all.”

“What the fuck?” Eliot gaped at him for a minute before realization dawned. “Why you kinky sonuvabitch.”


OMG this was the BESTEST prompt EVER

[tigriswolf]

NCIS, gen or Gibbs/Tony, Tony is much better at hand-to-hand than anyone suspected

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, I'm going to California

[zortified.livejournal.com]

God scowled, and put his hands on his hips.

Lucifer pointed at Michael. "He did it." Michael protested immediately, smacking Lucifer, hard, with the flat of his sword.

It was a foam sword, mostly because metal hadn't been created yet.

"It is so!" Lucifer shouted. "You just didn't want to be the robber, but I called 'cop' first so that meant you--" Michael hit him again, and Lucifer whirled on him, grabbing for the sword and trying to wrench it out of Michael's hands; Michael kicked him in the shin -- then God reached forward, grabbing them both by the napes of their necks and dragging them apart.

"I don't care who started it," He said calmly -- as calmly as was possible for a deity who had been dealing with seven bored archangels for what was, technically, all of time. Time wasn't all that old, yet, but it was all that existed so far.

And so far, it was an eternity. At least the other five were more or less doing what he told them to.

God gave them each a shake. "There is an entire galaxy that is now scattered in pieces and I don't even know if I can make the planets form correctly in it. I swear to-- um, crap, I can never think of how that should end. Anyhow," God shook his head and glared at the two, who were, at least, now looking a bit repenent. Or guilty, which was close enough.

Lucifer pointed again at Michael. "It's his fault," he said quickly, as if knowing he had to get his accusation out before God could shout at him to be quiet.

"I don't care whose fault it is,' God repeated. "You two are going to fix it. I want you to go out there, clean up that mess, and if you can actually get a planet to form that can support life -- then you two are going to be responsible for it. And I don't want to hear any more arguing!"

As they left, grumbling, Michael hissed, "I get to be the cop this time!"

"Fine, you big whiny baby," Lucifer pouted. "Won't matter if we don't get dad's stupid galaxy working."

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, team,
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do"

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DCU, Guy/Kyle, he doesn't want this

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The Hunger Games, Katniss/Peeta, blood soaked fury

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It is Katniss rising out of the mist like some ancient Goddess of the hunt, that Peeta sees first. Her bow in one hand and blood across her face. He can't make out what she is saying, but he imagines it's nothing he wants to hear.

He struggles up, tries to cry out to her. He has seen her kill, he can see now as she gets closer, that same stillness to her face. She has killed for him before, he remembers distinctly each death he has seen and those around Katniss with special clarity.

Her clothes are ripped and torn, blood now their most prevalent decoration. Suddenly, the light comes through the mist and hits her eyes. They are not her eyes.

Peeta feels something sordid and sick twisting up in his stomach. He wants to run but he feels as if his feet are anchored to the ground. She opens her mouth and laughs, a wet, catching sound like she's got blood in her lungs. Peeta wants to say he doesn't know the sound from experience, but he does.

She raises her bow, stringing up an arrow to it. Peeta's heart jerks in his chest and he wonders if this is it. But if Katniss is gone, then surviving again seems more daunting than letting go.

She pulls the string back, but something catches her attention. It's a mockingbird, whistling a tune that Peeta thinks is familiar but he can't remember. Suddenly it is his own hand jerking forward, knocking the bow from her grip. He pulls a knife from his belt and grabbing her shoulder while she is still surprised, he stabs into her stomach, jerking the blade up to make sure of the kill. She stares at him, those foreign eyes surprised.

She dies without saying anything. Peeta stands over her and feels nothing. He closes his eyes, trying to summon up the sorrow, the pain. All he can feel is anger. How dare someone destroy Katniss, how dare they defile her? He shakes with it, the anger, like a leaf in the wind. He bends down and taking his knife he begins to cut out those eyes, the eyes that are not hers.

When Peeta wakes with a start he realizes, the eyes were his own. He reaches out in the cool bed, but no one is there. He lays for a while, the anger strumming through him even now, holding back for a while the fear that has consumed Peeta's life.

[tigriswolf]

White Collar/Magnificent Seven AU/NCIS/Supernatural, Neal&Ezra&Tony&Dean, tricksters

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Firefly, Jayne, it's a good thing he was never the poetry-writing type

Jayne/Simon

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Simon looked up at him, the pale plane of his bare torso stretched out on Jayne's bed.

Jayne never did get used to how such a sweet looking boy could have such a wicked smile when he wanted.

"Write your name on me," Simon said, more an order than a request.

Jayne grunted but took the brush from Simon's hand, dipped it in the ink.

He paused, the brush hovering over the breathing movements of Simon's stomach. A pair of drops, black ink on skin, fell, slid down into wiggly lines.

Jayne ignored the thin streaks of ink and kept trying to think. Simon was about to inquire if he had forgotten his name when Jayne finally set to work writing. Simon wanted to ask what he was writing, since it was clear it was more than even his full name. But he was patient as Jayne wrote, and patient - even though his breath quickened with anticipation - as Jayne blew air across his stomach, helping the ink dry faster, his lips a controlled O.

Finally, Jayne brought over a mirror, angled it down. Simon saw what his torso said: "I belong to Jayne. Don't believe me, and Vera will pay you a visit."

Simon rolled his eyes. Jayne could be so... uncouth.

"You took five minutes to think of THIS?" Simon said, eyebrow arched.

"You're lucky I ain't the poetry writing type," Jayne said, "You'd have to wait all night to get to the good stuff."

Simon smirked a little as Jayne's palm pressed lightly on Simon's abdomen, smearing his almost-dry name just a little, guiding Simon's body to fall backwards on the bed.

"Next time," Simon murmured as he grabbed Jayne's belt to yank the larger man down on top of him.

"What?"

"Next time, I get a poem," Simon said, smiling as he saw the look of panic and disgust on Jayne's face. He took advantage of the agape mouth and kissed him, hands feeling their way along muscular arms and shoulders.

Jayne just paused for a moment, then said, "Uh... Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'd write anything if I can rut with you?"

Simon just rolled his eyes again and decided to wait until next time to try and make demands on Jayne's literary skills.

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White Collar/Leverage, Eliot & June, family ties

kith and kin - PG, gen

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“How are you, dear?” she asks, offering him a mug of warm tea. “My sister said that you work with a team now.”

His grin is small and shy, a gentle expression she hasn’t seen in… oh, must be years now. Does her heart good to see it. “I do, Aunt Junie. They’re good folk.” His grin widens. “Almost as good as you.”

She pats his hand, grinning back. “Tell me about some of your adventures, Spence.”

He settles back in the chair, and she knows anything he tells her will be heavily edited. The boy doesn’t want to worry her, never has. He’s sweet that way. She still worries, of course. She’ll always worry, and so will her sister, the saint who took in a starving child two dozen years ago.

“Okay, so Hardison has a smart mouth, right?” Spence begins, and she listens. She will always listen to him, because she remembers how silent he was, those first harrowing months. She also soaks up any detail about his team, because she will have them researched. If she can eliminate any threat, she will.

He’s happy, her sister’s boy. Her boy. And this team will watch his back, or they will suffer her wrath.

Neal wanders in, hat at a jaunty angle, and June smiles at him. Spence stands, but she waves him back down. “Neal Caffrey,” she says, “this is my nephew, Eliot Spencer.”

“So you’re her latest stray,” Spence says. Neal smiles. “Try connin’ her,” Spence continues, “I’ll cut you up and bury you in a dozen different places.”

Neal keeps smiling. “Break her heart,” he counters, “I’ll only bury you in one.”

June sighs. “Boys.”

Neal tips his hat and saunters upstairs. Spence watches him go, then turns back to June. “He’s dangerous, Aunt Junie.”

She nods, a small smile twisting her lips. “I know, Spence.” She sips her tea, meeting his eyes. “But so am I.”

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Parks and Recreation, any, it's always Jerry's fault

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Marvel, Tony/Steve, Teddy/Billy, Tony and Steve are giving the two youngster "the talk"

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"Boys, do you have a moment?"

Billy and Teddy glanced up from their movie to see Captain freaking America standing next to Tony Stark. They shared a confused look and Billy clicked the television off. Tony and Steve rounded the couch and sat on the table across from Billy and Teddy. Teddy restrained himself from mentioning the table was bending under the combined weight of the two seriously muscled men.

"Now, I want you two to know that we're proud of you, and we're proud of your choices, and you shouldn't change for anyone," Steve started off. Teddy stared at him. Oh god. They... They were getting The Talk. They were getting The Talk from Captain America. Oh christ...

"There are a few things you should know before, um, trying anything," Steve continued. "You're still young, and it's more than all right if you wait a few more years before you try anything. But if you do want to try, um, things, then you have to make sure you're careful about it." A deep flush was building across his cheeks. Tony glanced at him and grinned.

He took over.

"Okay, boys, here it is. Use lube and condoms. You can't just shove it up into each other without proper preparation. You have to wiggle your fingers up there and give it a good stretch first. Otherwise you'll end up hurting each other." Tony mimed a hole with one hand while pushing two fingers of his other hand through it. Billy looked faintly green, and Teddy wasn't sure if he should be laughing or crying. "And never, never, underestimate the importance of foreplay. It can be quite fun," Tony said, grinning wickedly. Steve continued to look uncomfortable.

"So, any questions? We brought a cucumber and a condom for you to practice on," Tony said, entirely too enthused. He drew out the vegetable and tiny square packet. Billy's eyes went so wide Teddy was afraid they'd bug right out of his poor head.

"I think we're okay," Teddy said swiftly. "We did have sex ed in school..."

"Oh," Tony said, surprised. "They cover gay sex in schools now? That's pretty neat."

"Uh... there's the internet too..." Teddy said awkwardly.

"Fancy that!" Tony glanced at Steve. "Maybe we should check out some positions online!"

"Oh god," Billy choked. He got up and ran out of the room. Tony watched him go, confused.

"Was it something I said?"

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Supernatural, Sam/God John/Gabriel Dean/Castiel, Castiel is Gabriel's son, making Castiel Sam's brother, God his grandfather, and Sam his own grandpa. (The lyrics to the actual song for reference (http://www.whitegum.com/introjs.htm?/songfile/I2MMYOWN.HTM).)

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Glee, Rachel/Quinn + Mercedes, "You two are seriously weirding me out."

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NCIS, oblivious!Tim/horny!Tony, times Tim has done or said something that made Tony hard enough to have to hide behind his desk

NCIS | Tony/McGee

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McGee. McGee is drumming his fingers. Which, okay, isn't exactly some sort of Please come fuck me signal, but McGee's fingers are hot and Tony—Tony, who is shameless and doesn't bother to hide shit—is hiding behind his desk like a thirteen-year-old caught jacking off.

Ziva's eyeing him from behind her desk, dark eyes narrowed. He sends her a smirk and swiftly returns his eyes to his computer screen. Okay. Tricks.

Grandma. A wet dog. Coffee. Anything unsexy. Gibbs.

Nothing happens. He stops thinking about Gibbs, moves back to his grandmother. Still nothing.

Tim's fingers still. Tony breathes out a sigh of relief, snags a sip of coffee and waits. There. Blessed relief.

And then McGee starts again.

Unfair bastard.

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Glee, Bryan/Will, duet or solo (in sex and in singing)

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I was going to prompt this! Almost exactly!

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RPS, Christian Kane, passion

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If there's one thing that Christian Kane is known for it's putting his heart and soul into his music. There's no wrenching him away from his guitar when he's got a new melody in his head, and he's even been known to stop right in the middle of something and find something to write on when something is catchy in his head.

If there's one thing he's passionate about - it's his music.

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RPS, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Daddy

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Bones, Brennan, heart

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam, This word ain't part of my dictionnary.

Filled: Supernatural, Dean/Sam, This word ain't part of my dictionnary.

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"No."

"Dean."

"I said no, Sam."

"What's the big deal, Dean. It means the exact same fucking thing."

"It creeps me out."

"It creeps you out? What are you, twelve?" Sam thinks about this for a moment. "Okay, mostly you are twelve. But seriously? It's only a word."

"It's a creepy word."

"Fellatio is a creepy word."

"Damn straight."

Sam sighs. "How about if I rephrase it?"

"How about if I do it for you? Want to blow me, Sammy?"

"That's what I've been trying to do for the last half hour."

"No, you've been trying to fellate me. To me, that's a way more disturbing pastime."

Sam laughs and pushes his brother backwards onto the bed. "Just shut up, jerk and let me do this."

Dean grins and tangles a hand in Sam's hair. "Do away, Sammy."

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Supernatural, Dean/Alastair, almost taste it

warnings for helltorture

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In hell, he knew how to be gentle. He knew how to back off, let Dean just linger there. On the brink....

His beautiful boy. Panting, sweat reflecting the flames of hell, muscles bulging with their movement.

The boy was good at cutting. But he loved to pound, thrash, he loved to torture with blunt things, things he could bring down on some poor soul with his full force.

Alastair preferred hooks and scalpels. But it was good for his prized student to develop his own specialty.

Alastair had taught him well. Taught him how to stop, to give the writhing toy time to reflect. Time to feel pain and dread and rage and self-loathing. Time for hell to taunt them, to remind them how much they enjoyed this, how long they would enjoy it. Dean, Alastair almost hated to admit, was perhaps even better than he was at the mocking. And the mocking was important.

But before the mocking, beautiful blood-spattered Dean would stare at the meat before him, would stand, out of breath, looking majestic and exquisitely monstrous. And in those moments, Alastair could almost taste it, the luxurious silken feel every bit as sweet to the tongue as Dean's bruised skin, his cracked lips.

In those moments, Dean would stare down at his victim. Alastair would near him, put his hand on Dean's jaw and look him in his eyes. Eyes that weren't black yet, but would be, give it enough time. And Alastair would say, "Enjoy, my gorgeous boy. I know you like it here with me so much better than you liked it up there."

The boy would look at him with wild eyes. Still, somehow, wishing he could say no. But Alastair would have known a lie from his boy.

So Dean would go back to the meat on the rack. And Alastair would go back to savoring the taste of a soul, beautiful and rotting.

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Snakes on a plane.

[chibifukurou]

Sam really wants to be mad at Gabriel, but he just can't stop laughing. Sam had accidentally let it slip that Dean was terrified of flying and Gabriel in all his trickster glory had decided to take advantage, with a little help from pop culture.

Dean was now attempting to climb on top of Castiel in order to get away from the snakes that were infesting the plane.

Sam so owed Gabriel a kiss for this.