Friday - Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Hey, guys!  It's that time of the week for you to let your imaginations go wild with no restraints, other than keeping it legal... and possibly bending a few laws (*winkwink*).  As always, you only need to follow the rules: 

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our awesome code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Like so:

Burn Notice, Michael/author's choice, standing on the edge

White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot, playtime

If you don't see any prompts that tickle your fancy, please take a gander at our lonely prompts section here.

TGIF!


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[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Alice, Alice/Hatter, That was when the alien geraniums demanded the facts

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Oh...it's gonna start in a minute. You just gotta wait."

Try, Try Again

[immortal-jedi.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale first met Gabriel on Earth in the year 750 AD.

Of course Aziraphale recognized him, how could he not? But at the time, Aziraphale just thought that Gabriel was on assignment.

Aziraphale proved, however, that he’d perhaps been on earth for too long when he almost immediately lost his temper at Gabriel.

Therefore, Aziraphale resolved not to lose his temper at the archangel again.

760- Aziraphale lasted 230 days into the year before he blew up and threw Gabriel out of the abbey because he’d been playing tricks on the monks.

800- Aziraphale turned Gabriel’s best coat into a lion when Gabriel defaced a number of scrolls Aziraphale had saved from Alexandria.

972- They went over a century without seeing each other. Then Gabriel destroyed a winery Aziraphale was particularly fond of (it turned out the owner was… less then nice to his daughters, but Aziraphale was not sorry that he’d dumped Gabriel into the middle of what would be the Pacific ocean.)

1066- Gabriel helped the Normans invade. Enough said. (Crowley spent the next several years snickering about the mess to both of them.)

1639- Aziraphale went the entire year without saying anything that wasn’t polite, despite the fact that they were in close quarters, and Gabriel liked to draw on woodcuts. He counted that a win, and finally took that off his New Years resolution list. The next year, he screamed at Gabriel less then 2 hours into the new year. Gabriel had knocked a bottle of wine (the last from that winery from 972) onto the last of the Alexandria scrolls.

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Teyla, But in the furthest place I've ever known // Where even I so rarely roam //There lives a boy who just come back from war // His flesh was wounded but he made it back home

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, While you // Stare at your boots // And the words float out like holograms

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Kate/Will, You live inside the city // You forget how tall the trees can get

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Kate/Will, I would if I could, but I can't so I don't
My heart breaks too easy, my words get all jumbled
And when I wear lipstick, then no one
Understands me at a-a-all

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Gaila, But before I leave the house/I will fill my lips with lipstick

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Kate/Will, I've given you love and I've given you anger as well/and I meant them both/I always knew it was coming this way, it was coming this way

Re: Try, Try Again

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

I love this and you are most awesome for writing it!

Re: Kate/Bucky

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Oh, how much do I love this? So much.

He wants to ask Kate about her perfume, he wants to tell her about this half forgotten memory, but he can't think of a way to frame the words so that it doesn't sound like he's comparing her to a french whore.

:) That is fantastic. And lol, yes, Bucky, Kate would kick your ass.

I love that Bucky respects her as a comrade and a fighter, but can't quite ignore that seedy little thought. It's such a boy thing. :)

And I love the last line to pieces.

Such an awesome fill!

Re: SPN, Extended Team Free Will, Manageable Consequences

[rayhne.livejournal.com]

Now I want to see what Crowley and Gabriel are doing during this period ... hiding out munching on chocolate?

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Awwwww Cas.

[lonely-lycanth.livejournal.com]

Ahh! I made almost the exact same request here! (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/159543.html?thread=34585655#t34585655) In the spirit of really wanting this fandom to happen, I write yours and you write mine?

Fic coming when I finish it!

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Wonderful!

Re: What Is Ours

[smifli.livejournal.com]

omg, you made me cry D:
loved it <3

Re: Don&#39;t Let Go

[melodious329.livejournal.com]

Here's another one
http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/129015.html?thread=27928823#t27928823

Re: Kate/Bucky

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it.

I can't imagine him not respecting her as a fighter, and a teammate, but as a living, breathing person with hormones she'd be difficult to ignore.

[chibifukurou]

When Alastair brings Castiel to hell, Lucifer is pleased. His pleasure wanes when he sees the broken form Alastair is dragging. Madness fills Lucifer's eyes. If Alastair was any less faithful he would have been killed, then and there. Instead he is sentenced to two weeks of being the other demon's plaything.

Alastair doesn't complain. He glares hatefully at Castiel, instead. That changes when he sees Lucifer kneel over the insensate angel and bestow a kiss on his slack lips. He knows he is lucky to be alive after almost killing someone his master cares for.

During the two weeks he is being tortured, by lesser and unworthy demons, his mind often turns to Castiel and what Lucifer's love of the angel will mean for the demon hoard. When he returns to his Master's side, he find's Castiel sitting on Lucifer's lap, dressed in black leather and wearing a think black collar. He is looking at Lucifer with adoring eyes.

If Alastair had less of a sense of self-preservation, he would snort. If Castiel is weak enough to be corrupted in less than two weeks, than he represents no threat to Lucifer's plans. Alastair feels stupid for worrying over the ramifications of his presence. He turns away in disgust and doesn't see the knife Castiel plunges into his back.

He also doesn't see Castiel return to Lucifer's side, soaked in blood and smiling a smile of pure madness.

[phoenixofborg.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

I love - LOVE - fics with protective Sam. He's awesome. Thank you for writing this.

Re: SPN, Extended Team Free Will, Manageable Consequences

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

LOL! How sweet!

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, bubblegum

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! I never thought of a crossover with Bones before but it totally works. Cas is so Bones and Dean is so Booth.

Definitely a great idea for a bigger story.

Okay, so this is from Maggie's perspective

[snarkcasm.livejournal.com]

She was all like "Hello! I'm Maggie BAMF Collins! How could you not?" and I was helpless...

After a while, Maggie stops struggling against the cuffs, slumping bonelessly. They are in an elevator with a bomb. They are going to die. She is going to die chained to her ex-husband and next to her currently sobbing (ex)boyfriend. “Nate,” she struggles to get out as the door closes with a sickeningly cheery ‘ping’. Her eyes are itchy and she blinks a few times to get rid of the sting. “I don’t want to die,” she finally admits in a hushed voice, chin shaking with the sheer effort to keep herself under control. Alexander is doing enough blubbering for the three of them, and she would be damned if she was going to die crying like a baby.

Nate looks at her, eyes cool. He’s calm and collected and there is a bomb at their feet. She envies him as much as she wants to hit him. “We’re not going to. My team is going to save us.” He’s so smug, so confident, and she wants to claw his eyes out.

“Nate. The last time we were, y’know,” she still can’t say ‘that one time I helped you steal all those paintings and avenged our son’s death’. “Sophie helped. She helped a lot. Sophie’s not here.” She doesn’t know what conclusions she’s jumping to, but she has a need to tell Nate of her worries, her doubts.

“Sophie’s not the only part of my team, Maggie,” he reminds her gently and she thinks back to the time when their marriage began to fray and he went off on his own. She never had that complete confidence in him like he has in his team. Even now, she has her doubts, but she decides to trust in this brand-new-Nate (even though he smells like the old-Nate-she-knew: whiskey with a touch of lies) and say no more, tugging him to her lips. Sure enough, Parker comes flying down from the zip line, interrupting their passion-born kiss, to grab the bomb. She disappears with one sharp tug as Maggie and Nate shy away from each other as far as the handcuffs would let them. Maggie toys with her hair, feeling like she just got caught by her parents and she didn’t even know why.

Parker slides back into their elevator, holding a tiny silver case. “Go,” she commands to no one and tugs off the rope. The elevator starts again and the movement jolts Maggie, who can’t even remember when it stopped. She avoids Nate’s eyes for the rest of the trip and settles on Alexander’s trembling arms. She wishes she could sneer. When the door opens, Eliot steps into the elevator. Parker and he share a little look and Parker smiles, freeing a pasty-looking Alexander and bounding away. He kneels between them; he takes up a lot of room physically as well as metaphorically and Maggie feels an animalistic urge to move away. Eliot fiddles with the handcuffs until they come loose.

“You okay?” He’s looking only at Nate. Nate nods. Maggie busies herself with rubbing at her raw wrist. Alexander runs straight for a trashcan and throws up.

“…first bombs the hardest,” she hears Parker try to console him and awkwardly not-touches him.

“How did ya do it?” Nate asks, even though Maggie has a feeling that it’s for her shell-shocked benefit. Eliot explains as Maggie notices how relaxed he becomes the more he talks. She feels her body relaxing in response and she smiles.

“You know…people underestimate you.”

Nate bumps her with his elbow gently. “That’s the point.” Maggie watches her ex-husband and the hitter share an overly fond look. Her breath catches.

Now she gets it.

[harlot2.livejournal.com]

It's an idea that has always intrigued me.