free-for-all Friday
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comment_ficIt's 1pm where I am, so I hope I'm not stepping out of line by making this post.
Today is Free-For-All Friday, so post any prompts you want. However, please remember the following:
* No more than three promtps from one fandom
* No more than five prompts at a time
* No spoilers until a week after airdate/publication
* If your prompt is answered you can leave another
* If you include spoilers in a fic please warn in bold and leave at least three rows of spoiler-space.
Use the following format:
Angel the Series/Leverage, Lindsey&Eliot, I know your scars like they were my own
NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, Tony vanishes after being fired for refusing the La Grenouille case; Gibbs comes back to help track him down
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:09 pm (UTC)Promised you I would write more ;)
Date: 2010-07-21 11:02 pm (UTC)_____________________________________________________
John hates Bobby like this. Hates the torn jacket, the bandage around his thigh where it glimmers white and deathly from under his torn jeans, the hollowness in his cheeks. Hates the weary smile and the exhausted slur in his words.
John hears the words, knows that they are important but he can’t get a grip on them. He’s too busy hating Bobby for risking his life for them.
If John would get his will, Bobby would lead a ridiculously easy life, full of happiness, friends and love and none of this would ever have happened, but the world never listened once to John’s wishes and it stopped listening to Bobby’s too. But they are still alive and they are still here and still together and that counts something.
He still feels the urge to strangle Bobby, but he can’t and he wouldn’t, so he just wrings his hands, stares at the table beneath them and tries to listen.
When he looks up again, the ‘conference room’ is clearing out and it’s only Bobby and him who are still sitting there. Bobby stretches, smiles and says:
‘I’ll take a shower. I stink horribly.’ He rises and offers John a hand:
‘You’re coming?’
And John wants to tell him no, wants to yell at him, wants to hurt him to show him how much he hurt John, but Bobby’s smiling at him with that look in his eyes, that look that seems to contain all the pretty things in the world like ice cream and sunshine and fluffy white bunnies and every ‘I love you’ ever said.
He takes Bobby’s hand.
In the bathroom Bobby stands still while John slowly undresses him, maps every inch of his skin with his fingers and lips. He starts at his face, takes water from the bowl and carefully removes every smudge and stain from Bobby’s skin and hair until he’s clean and his hair lies in dark golden curls against his skull.
Then john lips move over Bobby’s hollow cheek, along his jaw and up again on the other side if his face, but he doesn’t kiss him.
He doesn’t want to be distracted.
John’s finger’s trail over each of Bobby’s arms as he mouths Bobby’s chest. He feels the rapid up and down when Bobby breathes in and out. He feels the low, needy noises and the fine tremble of Bobby’s muscles.
And, most importantly, he feels the constant badump badump of Bobby’s heart. Bobby’s alive under his touch, that’s what counts at the end of the day.
He goes lower, his hands slide over Bobby’s back and his arse.
Bobby moans when John’s lips move along his cock and John smiles shortly against the flushed sin of Bobby’s thigh. Other people would’ve stopped here but John’s not other people, so he continues.
The uninjured leg first. He lifts it up so he can move his fingers and lips more freely over Bobby’s thigh, knee, calf, ankle and foot.
Bobby nearly looses his balance and has to steady himself against the wall, but John doesn’t even stop for a moment, because he doesn’t want to miss a single beat of Bobby’s heart. He can feel the pulse now, strong and quick beneath the soft skin of Bobby’s ankle and he can easily imagine the badump of Bobby’s heart.
The other, the injured leg then. Up from Bobby’s foot to his knee and then John’s lips reach his bandage covered thigh. He places a careful kiss on the place where a red stain appeared on the bandage. Later, much much later when the wound has scarred he will make it his. There is not a scar on Bobby that isn’t John’s, but later. Now he’s content just to know that Bobby will live to have this wound to scar.
John stands up, presses himself against Bobby and kisses him, kisses him long and desperate and rough and loving. When he pulls back, Bobby’s face is flushed and his lips are swollen but he smiles and asks:
‘So, did you miss me then?’
‘Dreadfully.’ John answers in his usual sarcastic tone but he has a hand over Bobby’s heart and that really says it all.
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Date: 2010-06-26 09:31 pm (UTC)But it wasn't the age of peace and equality it should have been.
Instead it was a new age of persecution for mutants with more children than before running away from home to avoid being forcibly cured.
With Magneto in hiding, Xavier dead, Hank removed from the country and the mansion overrun with too few adults to handle the situation any the mutant civil rights movement was as good as silenced.
Then the attacks began.
Clinics being blown up in the nights when no one was there.
Cure delieveries being frozen and made unusable.
Mutant kids being broken out of their homes and brought to the mansion or other safe houses with new papers so that the police couldn't bring them back.
"Are you happy, Bobby?" ROgue pressed the receiver against her ear. Public telephone booths, everything else would be too risky.
"It's not about that, Rogue. It's the right thing to do."
"I thought you were against using violence. I thought you were a X-Man."
"We all used violence on Alcatraz. It's about compromise."
"And John? Is he compromising, too?" Rogue scoffed.
"Yes, he is." Bobby answered sharply: "Look, Rogue, it's not... John and me, we're trying to continue the Professor's and Magneto's work."
Rogue laughed at that because Bobby sounded like he genuinely believed what he said. On the other hand he didn't have to live with John in his mind.
"I know what you're thinking but it isn't like that. John, he loved Magneto, believed in him." Bobby defended his partner and Rogue shook her head even though Bobby couldn't see it.
"I'm not talking about John."
"Oh."
"It's okay, Bobby. I know, I always knew."
"I didn't mean to lead you on."
"You never do." She replied dryly. Someone knocked on the window pane.
"I have to go, Bobby. Give John a hug from me, okay? And good luck."
"Thanks." Bobby sad sincerely and hang up.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 02:50 pm (UTC)"No one told me there was such a thing as a were-hamster." Jensen said in a confused tone before the idiocy of the situation made him laugh so hard he had to hold his belly.
Pooch gripped the little hamster by the neck and brought her to his eye level.
"But you gotta admit she's way cuter that way."
A yell escaped him when Aisha bit his nose for his comment.
Jensen's laughter grew even louder.
"Oh god. Boss, can I keep her? Please, let me keep her. I promise I'll even clean her litter box every day. Please."
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:11 pm (UTC)phoenix arising - movieverse, PG
Date: 2010-06-25 06:27 pm (UTC)It doesn't. Big shock there.
Alcatraz is miles behind him, nearly a lifetime away. He should stop playing with fire before someone notices, but it's not like he can get burned. He's never been burned by fire.
He has been burned by other things, though. He'd heard people describe a cold so sharp it felt like flame, and he understands that now.
Bobby...
Any chance he might've had got ripped apart with Alcatraz, and John--Pyro--can only think that's for the best.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:15 pm (UTC)master - R, Alistair/Dean
Date: 2010-06-25 08:50 pm (UTC)Hey, kiddo, I got someone I think you remember. That's right... he tried to kill your baby brother, Sammy. That name familiar? Well, believe me. This is someone you'll enjoy hurting.
Ooh, nice one. Just a little bit deeper--there you go. Perfect.
Now, up a mite-yeah, right there. Deep and sharp, so gorgeous, pet. I knew you'd be the best.
Don't worry, we have forever, if you like. This one... he's special, you know. He got you before I did, tried to feast. He's gotta pay for that, sweetheart. Your brother did a fine job in killing him, but me and you... ah.
You hear the pleading? That's all you. That's my boy. Come here, Dean. I think you've earned a reward.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:15 pm (UTC)Soap' Opera | DCU, Dick/Bruce, AU -- Dick Grayson isn't a superhero, he just plays on
Date: 2010-07-20 02:22 am (UTC)As long as he remained a member of the Batman cast he could be with Bruce, and that is all that mattered to him.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:19 pm (UTC)roughdrafts and masterpieces - PGish, gen, AU
Date: 2010-06-25 09:05 pm (UTC)o0o
It wasn't until a couple hundred years later that anyone really realized just what Samuel Colt had made. Oh, they found the prototype of course, what ended up being called the DemonKiller. Some fools even tried to use it on the Devil himself, like that ever had a chance of working.
No, the DemonKiller wouldn't have worked on Lucifer, or Michael, or Azrael, or Joshua. Or the Father.
It was Colt's rough-draft, after all. A work in progress, and he was making strides in the right direction. And then... well. It's not like God wants a weapon around that could kill Him. So things happened and the weapon got lost.
But things that get lost are eventually found, and Sam Winchester had long since misplaced his sense of humor and his compassion and his ability to forgive.
And it wasn't really like the world needed Lucifer or Michael or Azrael or Joshua anymore. So one by one, the last Winchester hunted them down to make them pay. Nearly a hundred years since his brother got beaten to death by the MorningStar, since Azrael collected Dean's soul and took him away, to somewhere Sam couldn't follow. After everything, separated for eternity...
Well, in place of his humor and compassion and mercy and all those other nice things, Sam had rage and hatred and an endless wellspring of power.
And the DemonKiller didn’t do anything but tickle the Devil. But the GodSlayer, that was another matter entirely.
And finally, God looked into the eyes of His own death and said, This won’t bring him back. Dean’s soul had been returned to the cosmos decades before, after all. God had spoken His commandment and Dean’s soul was gone.
Sam said, I know.
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Date: 2010-06-25 06:20 pm (UTC)the reign of a thousand years - PGish, gennish, more twisting of the Biblical mythos
Date: 2010-06-25 09:16 pm (UTC)(And it was a thousand years. Alistair savored every last moment, and he is Hell's timekeeper. Let Joshua talk about the symbolism of three days all he wants... Alistair knows he had that self-righteous martyr on his rack for five million decades, and he knows because he counted them all.
So, when Alistair says he had Dean for four thousand years, he did. And when Dean tearfully confesses to Sammy that it was four months, he doesn't know he's lying.)
Anyway. Dean doesn't remember much about the last soul. There was screaming and crying and begging and bleeding, but that's simply par for the course. Towards the end there, Dean inspired just as much terror as Alistair, and they were both so proud of that.
But that last soul... if only Castiel had been a few hours later, Dean would've been completely lost. Completely Alistair's. Body and mind and soul, every bit of him. Alistair's to break down and build back up, crazy-glued together wrong.
Michael wouldn't have wanted to touch him, then. Both Heaven and Hell would've backed the fuck off and left Dean with Alistair, in his workroom, forever.
But Dean was pulled away, gripped tight and raised from Perdition, and Dean doesn't know that last soul's name.
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