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comment_ficGood Morning Comment Fic Folk!
Today is Friday, so that means it's Free For All Day! And fandom, any pairing, any prompt.
Go wild!
But remember the rules so everyone gets a chance to play. 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row. Come on back to prompt more once some of yours have been answered. No spoilers in the prompt itself for at least a week after air/publish date. If your fic has spoilers, please warn boldly and leave at least three spaces before your fic starts.
Please format your prompts correctly for our hard working code monkeys.
Example:
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Christian Kane, Power Plays
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, what are you, five?
Crossover:
Justified/Leverage, Raylan/Eliot, whiskey, women, work
Go forth and fic!
Today is Friday, so that means it's Free For All Day! And fandom, any pairing, any prompt.
Go wild!
But remember the rules so everyone gets a chance to play. 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row. Come on back to prompt more once some of yours have been answered. No spoilers in the prompt itself for at least a week after air/publish date. If your fic has spoilers, please warn boldly and leave at least three spaces before your fic starts.
Please format your prompts correctly for our hard working code monkeys.
Example:
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Christian Kane, Power Plays
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, what are you, five?
Crossover:
Justified/Leverage, Raylan/Eliot, whiskey, women, work
Go forth and fic!
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:07 pm (UTC)Not a fic but!!
Date: 2010-07-16 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:07 pm (UTC)No fic, but..
Date: 2010-07-16 01:47 pm (UTC)I wish I'd knew this fandom, sorry!
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 06:43 pm (UTC)"The Look" bothered Logan for weeks. That was what he privately called it -- "The Look" It was something he sometimes saw in the eyes of Marie, Kitty, Bobby, and Peter. It was distant and hard and... and it reminded him something.
Something that he knew was bad, but couldn't quite place.
One of the problems with having a memory shot through with holes is that every now and then something popped out of one of the holes. And so one morning Logan woke up and suddenly remembered where he had seen "The Look" before.
Actually, he'd seen it in many places.
Africa: on the faces of child soldiers carrying AK-47s that were almost too big for them. Each of them delighted to have graduated from victim to victimizer.
Iran: the small knot of a dozen teenagers, each of them singing and clutching a plastic key to Paradise as they marched towards the Iraqi minefields. After all, tanks and trucks were expensive, life was cheap. And the mines had to be cleared.
Cambodia: the coldly zealous teenagers to whom Pol Pot had granted the right to decide who lived and who died.
Vietnam: the kid with the grenade who killed those two US Marines -- and started a bloody massacre as the jar-heads decided they couldn't trust anyone in that village.
Korea: the four-foot tall figures, with over-sized helmets bobbling comically on their heads, screaming the Leader's name as they charged across two-hundred meters of open ground towards the Canadian machineguns.
Germany: the snarling pre-teen boy with the Panzerfaust. Logan shot him before he managed to take out that British tank.
Germany: the cold-eyed child survivors of the camps, always watching for the first sign that you had finally decided to massacre them.
France: the long, swaying line of boys in dark blue -- the last manpower France had left to throw into the muddy carnage of the trenches -- marching steadily to the east and the thunder of artillery.
America: the drummer-boys of the Iron Brigade fighting men twice their size -- and losing.
Staggering out of bed, Logan jammed on a pair of pants and then ran down the hallway to Ororo's room.
He had to stop this.
Now.
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:08 pm (UTC)No fic - yet, but...
Date: 2010-07-16 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:10 pm (UTC)no fic.
Date: 2010-07-16 11:05 pm (UTC)Re: no fic.
From:Never Leave him Alone Part 1 | White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, Neal-Neal with PTSD.
From:Re: Never Leave him Alone Part 1 | White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, Neal-Neal with PTSD.
From:Never Leave him Alone Part 2 | White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, Neal-Neal with PTSD.
From:Re: Never Leave him Alone Part 2 | White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, Neal-Neal with PTSD.
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-28 03:37 pm (UTC)Tony sits up, anxious on his face and Abby makes a small nod as she stands up slowly as she waits for the person to come into their sight.
Adam walks in, head down with tired eyes, shoulders slumped down and he slowly strips his clothes off as he makes his way over to Abby in silence.
Abby puts her arms out and Adam rests his head on Abby's chest, and gives a sigh of relief, he is now back in Abby's arms, where he belongs.
Tony gets up slowly and wraps his arms around Adam's waist, resting his head on Adam's back.
"You okay?" Tony whispers.
"I will be," Adam whispers back, turning sightly so that Tony could kiss him and Adam sighs into the kiss. He has been looking forward to this all day. He had a bad day, what with the team trying to find a little girl. Sadly, they got there too late and she was murdered.
Adam couldn't get the images out of his mind, as he was looking at photographs all day, trying to find something which could connect to the prime suspect they had in custody. Eventually, Adam found something and they had it.
Abby smiles as she watches her beautiful boys kiss. She knows that Adam and Tony loves each other as much as they do love Abby. She feels lucky to have both boys in her life.
She knows that Adam needs to be grounded tonight after hearing about the day he had from Tony earlier.
"Come, boy," Abby cuts through the kiss and the boys pull apart as Adam turns to Abby, smiling shyly. He still couldn't believe that he belonged to Abby, even after a year together.
Abby turns and goes to a sideboard table and opens a drawer. Adam's heart is beating as he knows what Abby's pulling out of the drawer - his collar. He misses wearing it when he is at work, but knows it couldn't be.
Adam drops to his knees as Tony steps back and watch, smiling. He watches Abby going over to Adam and puts the collar - black with red stubs - around Adam's neck and whispers quietly in Adam's ear. He doesn't need to hear them to know that Abby has told Adam that he now belongs to her and that she loves him very much.
Tony smiles as Abby indicates with her finger to come to them and Tony drops to his knees besides Adam as Abby takes a leash out of the drawer, the leash has two hooks at one end and she clicks each one to Adam's collar then Tony's and tell them to follow her up to the playroom.
Adam gulps hard; he knows that he's going to have a heavy session tonight to ground him; to make him forget and he's grateful to Abby for realizing that without him having to tell her.
Tony smiles as he recognizes the look in Adam's eyes and he places a hand over his shoulder, telling him silently that he understands and Adam makes a small nod as they follow Abby into the playroom.
-fin-
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:16 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2010-10-20 07:59 pm (UTC)“Sam says this is how you comfort someone,” Castiel replies, his voice a low murmur against the back of Dean’s neck. “Am I doing it correctly?”
“Uh,” Dean starts, then shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “I don’t know. I don’t usually hug people.” He can feel, rather than see, Castiel’s dark blue eyes boring a hole in the back of his neck, and Dean sighs heavily. “You’re on the right track.”
“I see,” Castiel replies. He doesn’t pull away, instead he tightens his arms around Dean’s waist and nuzzles closers, his fingers curling tightly in the front of Dean’s tee shirt.
Nothing else is said. There isn’t much else to say, not with the threat of the end of the world. Tomorrow, Sam will let in the Devil and everything will change. It isn’t much, but Dean is going to milk the awkward hug for all the comfort that it’s worth.
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:25 pm (UTC)In Need of a Woman's Touch | Doctor Who, Eleven/Rory, UST
Date: 2010-07-23 01:45 am (UTC)Rory shuddered, before swiftly moving away. He didn’t want to admit how good it felt having the Doctor pressed up against him. He shuffled over to Amy, taking shelter behind her.
Amy rolled her eyes. This was getting ridiculous. If Rory and the Doctor didn’t get their act together soon, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands.
Re: In Need of a Woman's Touch | Doctor Who, Eleven/Rory, UST
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 01:29 pm (UTC)