Friday: Free For All
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comment_ficHappy Friday everyone! I hope the week has treated you well, and the weekend is almost here. Which makes the Free For All perfect right? As usual, all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome today.
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Just remember to follow our normal rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt, you can prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week following the original air/publication date. If your response includes spoilers, warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember to format your prompts correctly. For example:
Invisibles, King Mob, releasing the sigil (well, it could be as dirty as you think)
Dresden Files/Supernatural, Harry/Dean/Sam, the vessel for who??
Nothing striking your interest today? Slide on over to our lonely prompts and see if something there can strike your interest!
Happy writing. :D
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:58 am (UTC)Leverage/The Losers, Both crews, The day all of them first meet.
Date: 2010-06-04 03:58 pm (UTC)Parker keeps stealing Cougar's hat; he keeps retreiving it and no amount of glaring her down seems to dissuade her. In fact -- as it comes to no surprise to the Leverage team -- the glares just make her giggle, and she swipes his hat again.
Nate and Clay are circling each other warily, keeping eyes on their team and eyes on each other. Measures of men are taken, judged, and finally -- grudgingly -- they decide on respect and distance, and settle in to discuss the political weather.
Aisha and Sophie are circling as well, but no one can decide if it will be knives and pointed wit, or if they will take themselves off to a more private place and go for something much more dangerous. Hardison is keeping half an eye on them and hoping he gets to see it if they kiss. He'll freely admit to wanting to see the rest, but he's pretty sure saying so, even to himself, will get him a world a hurt.
He notices Jensen is watching the girls, too.
Over by the van, Pooch and Eliot are leaning back. Pooch has his wallet out and Eliot is shifting, one at a time, through the photos.
"Those are last week," Pooch says, as Eliot works his way down the short stack.
"He looks like Jolene," Eliot says, and Pooch grins.
"She still owes you a cupcake, you know," Pooch tells him, and there's a look on Eliot's face that Pooch hopes means that someday he'll actually collect.
Re: Leverage/The Losers, Both crews, The day all of them first meet.
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Date: 2010-06-04 12:24 pm (UTC)No Fic but...
Date: 2010-06-06 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: No Fic but...
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Date: 2010-07-20 03:01 am (UTC)“Michael, this can’t be.” Lucifer couldn’t breathe for a few seconds until Michael shook his head sadly.
“It isn’t.” He answered: “I’m not from here.”
“But you’re fallen. In what kind of universe could you be-“ But Michael stopped him by embracing Lucifer tightly.
“I know you’re not really my brother but it’s been too long since I saw you.” He whispered roughly. Lucifer wanted to break the embrace, wanted to see Michael’s face but Michael didn’t let go. He clasped Lucifer so tightly as if he feared that he would vanish the second Michael let go of him.
“What happened to you? Why would you fall?” Lucifer asked, curling his fingers into the hollow of Michael’s shoulder blades where his wings had been.
“Because Father lost his faith in humanity but I did not. Could not.” Michael whispered into his ear.
“Why didn’t I stop you?” because if their father had seen reason why wasn’t he back in heaven?
Michael let go of him slightly, only enough to see his face when he said:
“Because in my life you are dead, Lucifer. You did not survive the Fall.” And he sounded so sad, so broken about it that Lucifer wished that this one was his Michael because this one had obviously loved him. He felt Michael tremble underneath his fingers and pressed his forehead against Michael’s cheek.
“I’m here, brother.” He whispered against Michael’s skin: “We are both fallen now. Nothing will ever separate us again.”
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Date: 2010-06-04 12:43 pm (UTC)No fic, but...
Date: 2010-06-04 04:41 pm (UTC)Oh that would just be awesome. A fake ID they've been using maybe tricks the house into sending them the invite...
Erm...shutting up now. Someone grab this one!
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 05:07 pm (UTC)--
"Castiel doesn't eat unless Dean makes him," Sam says.
"That's because Cassy's a traditionalist," Gabriel replies, slurping at the edge of his cake cone where melted ice cream has begun to pool. "Technically we're supposed to be able to subsist entirely on Heaven's inexhaustible Grace."
Sam thinks about this for a minute, watching screaming kids run by and the tilt-a-whirl finish a cycle. "What's that like?"
Gabriel shrugs. "It's okay. Like the way that having oatmeal for breakfast every day is okay. As long as you never have anything else, you think oatmeal's pretty great."
"But one day you found your way into some belgian waffles and never looked back?" Sam grins, stealing a glance at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye.
The archangel lathes his ice cream with his tongue and smirks. "Something like that."
A few yards away a boy who had been trying to steal his sister's midway prize trips over a suddenly-appearing cable, faceplants into the dirt, and lets out a wail. Gabriel's expression of delight leaves Sam pretty certain that he was behind the fall. Sam clears his throat disapprovingly. Gabe has the decency to look a little contrite.
"So..." Sam says after a few more minutes of people-watching at the tiny county fair, "I've yet to figure out why you drag me to the places you do."
Gabriel laughs. "No ulterior motive on this one, Sammy. I just like the homemade butter pecan. They've been making it this way since '48, and nothing else is quite like it."
"Oh," Sam says. He hadn't gotten any ice cream, had been a bit too suspicious. He and Gabriel had reached some sort of uneasy truce not long after they'd both found themselves walking the earth once more, apparently the recipients of divine favor for what seemed to both of them to be the first time in forever. But Gabriel had seemed to take a liking to the younger Winchester, much to the chagrin of Dean and Castiel, and had of late begun whisking him away on various adventures. Sam was starting to find it fun, starting to believe this actually was Gabriel just being nice and not some elaborate trick that'd end in anger and hurt. Sometimes he just couldn't let go of all of that distrust, though, and when Gabe had offered to buy him some ice cream he'd refused on principle.
Although he'd rather die than admit it, he's kind of ruing that decision now. It'd been forever since he'd had a treat, and frankly, if there was anything he trusted Gabriel on, it was that the archangel knew where to find the good stuff. But to cave means to reveal that the reason he said no in the first place was because he'd been suspicious of Gabriel's motives, and for some reason that bothers him.
"You wanna try some?" Gabriel asks, as if on cue, holding out what's left of the cone.
Sam makes a face. "What? No. It's all...covered in your spit and all."
Gabe huffs out a laugh. "Oh, is that all?"
Before Sam has a chance to react, Gabriel's got the fingers of his free hand in Sam's hair and is pulling him down into a quick kiss. His mouth is cold and sweet and slightly sticky, and Sam should reasonably find it a hell of a lot grosser than he actually does.
There's this moment afterward, when Gabriel is looking up at him like he can't believe he just did that, that Sam realizes is a forked path. He's never sure later if he took the easy way or not when he snorts and snags the cone from Gabriel, saying "Well then! I guess it doesn't matter now," and taking a huge lick. (It really is quite good, he realizes.)
Gabriel lights up like it's Christmas. He lets Sam finish the entire cone and doesn't even balk. They walk around the fair for a while longer, and Sam is surprised by how okay he is with this whole thing.
"Hey, Sam, let's go on the tilt-a-whirl!"
"Absolutely not."
"Ferris wheel?"
"No."
"...fun house?"
"Like hell."
Gabriel facepalms. "Oh my god, how did I end up with the most boring human ever?"
Sam pops the last bite of Gabriel's cone into his mouth and smirks.
(They're still a work in progress, that's for sure.)
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