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 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-25 07:04 pm (UTC)the star of mourning - gen, PG
Date: 2010-06-25 09:38 pm (UTC)---
Nick is a nice enough fellow. He pays his taxes, loves his wife, adores his daughter, and obeys traffic laws. He has no idea of all the horrible things in store for him.
He can be excused for that, though, since honestly, no one does.
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Nick used to be a nice enough fellow. Now he's bitter and angry and just wants to die, so that he can be with his family again. He would kill himself, except his wife spent hours sobbing in his arms after her father took his own life.
Nick is not Lucifer's first choice, or second, or third. He's not even on the third-string of options. No one important knows his name.
And in all the world, with billions of people to study, Lucifer settles on him for just that reason.
Sam Winchester is the one he really wants. But everyone knows about Sam. Nick is out of left field. Nobody will see Lucifer in Nick.
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Nicholas, Lucifer whispers, wrapping his wings around the man’s fragile soul. Sleep, my dear. You are with your wife and daughter, and the sun is warm, and everything is perfect.
Lucifer is not merciless. Nick is damned, but he need not suffer until Lucifer burns him out.
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:04 pm (UTC)No fic, but:
Date: 2010-06-25 07:57 pm (UTC)"And it was determined that blueberry was best; and yay shall the apple be shunned for it is ever after the most despised of fruits in the taste buds of Dean Winchester."
Or, alternatively:
"Becky, I don't understand why you want me to read this while I'm looking at the computer. Podfic? I don't understand that reference."
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:04 pm (UTC)RPS, Christian/Steve, "You know it's three in the morning, right?"
Date: 2010-06-27 02:00 pm (UTC)He climbed out of bed gingerly, mindful of the bruises and aches from earlier activities. He felt around the dark floor until he located a pair of pants. A quick tug, barely zipped, he rushed through the suite bare-chested and bare-footed looking for his wayward partner.
He slowed his headlong rush when he smelled the rain washed air filling the room. The balcony door stood open, a body sprawled in a chair, the smell of cigarettes chasing the rain.
He paused and shook a couple more out of the pack before walking onto the balcony. Lighting both, he passed one to the man in the shadows.
“You know it’s three in the morning, right?”
“Quarter til, but who’s counting.”
The light from the phone screen caught his eye. A picture of Jensen and Danielle from the wedding, gazing at each other with so much love it almost hurt to see. Seemed most of their friends were getting married…Jared, Jensen, Jon…*fuck*
His soft-hearted, sentimental lover had a case of the ‘wedding blues’. Now all he had to do was ‘soothe the savage beast’ and get the exhausted man back to sleep. He’d catch hell if they appeared in New York looking like extras from a Tim Burton movie.
He was jarred out of his mental meanderings when a question broke the silence.
“Ever think about gettin’ married?”
His head dropped in exasperation. *Of all the…stubborn, mule-headed…* They’d danced around this conversation for years. Three in the morning, in the dark, the air crackling with energy from the passing thunderstorm, seemed as good a time as any for making his position crystal clear.
“No.”
Long hair danced around the handsome face as his partner’s head snapped up to meet his eyes.
“Why not?”
Glad the pants he’d grabbed was his own, he fished his phone out of the pocket. He passed it to the man in the chair.
A picture—from last year, taken after the KANE show, the weekend of his birthday—showed them leaning against a wall, foreheads touching, fingers fiddling with the necklaces shaped like a guitar picks they both wore.
He heard a gasp at the emotions the picture showed…the intimacy…the love.
His breath left in a whoosh as a bundle of hair and muscle pinned him to the door.
“How many years has it been?” The question came out in between kisses.
“Forever, cowboy—Forever.”
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:05 pm (UTC)no fic yet but...
Date: 2010-06-25 09:37 pm (UTC)and I AM going to take a crack at this but it may take a bit as these things can get...a little out of hand inside my brain.
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-25 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-25 07:14 pm (UTC)no fic, but
Date: 2010-06-25 08:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-20 04:10 pm (UTC)If she’s honest, it’s not Gaius’s potions that make it better; it’s Gwen. Gwen’s taken to sleeping in her room, more often than not, and she’s always there when Morgana wakes up, stroking at her hair, smoothing her sheets, rearranging the pillows. Sometimes, Morgana just buries her face in the place where Gwen’s shoulder meets her neck, closes her eyes, and tries to pretend that she didn’t just wake up from another dream of Camelot in flames, that her ears aren’t still ringing with Gwen’s screams.
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:42 pm (UTC)(So I have a long standing theory that Holmes is ace and Watson needs to find someone who can handle their emotional codependency that this movie compounded.)
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-26 07:58 pm (UTC)"Aren't you tired?" The grin he receives is sharp with exhaustion and it should be illegal to look as good as the other man does at this moment, all sharp edges, long limbs, and almost vibrating with barely contained mania.
"Tired? I haven't slept in four days Moony, I'm fucking exhausted. Are you comming with us then?" Remus stares at him blankly.
"Four days?! You haven't slept in four bloody days and you're worried about if I'm comming *dancing* with you?" This is rediculous. Remus thought sixth year had been bad, the nights when Sirius had wandered the castle, only to come back to bed an hour or so before the alarms rang. This is worse though and he wonders how long it's been since Sirius slept properly. No catnaps or four hour long crashes as his body gives up, but a solid deep sleep.
"Well, we can't all have a wolf on out head that overides stupid human things like insomnia, can we?" He sees the flash of regret in the reflection from the mirror before the sentance is even finished. "Shit, sorry Moony, I'm just so tired..."
He crosses the tiny bathroom floor, resting his hand on the bare skin above the waist of the battered black jeans Sirius is wearing.
"No, you're right. The wolf doesn't understand insomnia, I sleep like the dead when I need it. So here's the plan. We're all going to go out, not just you and James but Lily, Pete, and I, and when it looks like you've got a nice exhausting drunk on," Remus lets his vooce drop to a growl as he nips at the thin skin across the base of his lovers neck. "We'll come home," Sirius is panting lightly as Remus slides his hands around the others waist, running his thumbs over the arch of his hipbones. "And we'll see what we can do about making you really *really* tired. Alright?"
"You're reading a man who's almost blind with exhaustion. You should be mildly ashamed of yourself. Infact, you should feel such guilt and self lothing that we skip the dancing bit completely." If he couldn't still feel him trembling with the adreline flooding his body to keep him going, Remus would give in.
"Nope. Dancing first to tire you out. If I get my way, and I intend to, you're going to sleep for days. Now get dressed, I'll call James."
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Date: 2010-06-25 07:53 pm (UTC)No fic...
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