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comment_ficGreetings lovelies!
It's Friday again and you all know what that means, it's time to let out those imaginations and allow them to roam free. Just remember to keep to the rules:
Here are some examples on how to prompt, second one is for crossovers:
And if you can't find something to tempt you today there's always the Lonely Prompts.
have fun!
It's Friday again and you all know what that means, it's time to let out those imaginations and allow them to roam free. Just remember to keep to the rules:
No more than three prompts from one fandom, no more than five prompts in a row. If one get's answered you can prompt again. Be nice when it comes to Spoilers, leave it for a week after airdate/publication before prompting something spoilery. If you suspect something is a spoiler it probably is.
Here are some examples on how to prompt, second one is for crossovers:
Castle, Esposito/Ryan, hot summer nights
Firefly/Freakangels, Arkady/River, imagination
And if you can't find something to tempt you today there's always the Lonely Prompts.
have fun!
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Date: 2010-07-30 01:53 pm (UTC)I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a tease. R(?)
Date: 2010-07-30 10:39 pm (UTC)'Well if I can't sleep...' he rolled a little closer and pushed the sheets down a little so he could touch Javier's chest, he kissed from his shoulder up his neck. When he scraped his teeth at Javier's adam's apple, he finally stirred.
"Hmmm?" Kevin continued kissing his neck and down his chest. Javier made a small content noise, "...time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"Late," Kevin made his way back up Javier's throat in a different path and tickled Javier's side to wake him a little.
Javier snorted and batted at Kevin's hand, which moved down his side, "so why aren't you asleep?" he said with a little more energy. Kevin gripped his hip and pulled their hips together.
"It's too hot," Kevin said before pushing their lips together.
Javier pulled away laughing, before whispering in his ear, "this is supposed to help?" His eyes were still closed sleepily, but he ground his hips into Kevin's through the sheet still covering him.
"Maybe you'll make it so I'm too tired to notice," Kevin started sliding the sheets down.
Javier laughed, "What's in it for me," he teased.
"Remember all those times I 'kept you warm' last winter," Kevin said, with a teasing drag of calluses on Javier's cock.
"Point," Javier breathed, and then there were no more words.
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Date: 2010-07-30 01:54 pm (UTC)Title: Remnants (1 of 2)
Date: 2010-07-30 04:48 pm (UTC)"You know I didn't want to do it, right?"
Tim ignored Jason's plaintive plea as he dumped his latest victim in the pile of bodies littering the cave. He'd almost gotten the incinerator ready so soon he wouldn't have to deal with the stench of the dead surrounding him constantly. Even for a vampire, however reluctant, the smell of death could be overwhelming at times.
"You're ignoring me again," Jason sighed. "I'm not going to go away, Timmy."
"I hate it when you call me that," Tim grumbled without much heat.
"I know," Jason said and shrugged. "Can't help it. I'm dead and you're the only person who sees me, who sees any of us. At least when I call you Timmy you stop ignoring me."
Tim glared at him to no effect and went back to work on the incinerator. The Joker was laughing with the Penguin as they tormented the souls of another of Tim's victims. They were no better in death than they had been in life. If anything, they were worse now that they weren't physical. No matter how bad they got Tim didn't acknowledge them. He knew he'd get no peace if he did.
Bruce lurked off in a dark corner, cradling Damian who seemed to have gone catatonic again. His reaction to death had been peculiar. Half the time he was manic and determined to find a way to kill Tim even though he was insubstantial. The other half of the time he retreated inside of himself to hide from what had happened to the world and his family. Bruce had yet to speak but he constantly watched Tim. He'd been doing it since he died, long before Tim became a vampire.
"Ah, you might want to pay attention, Timmy," Jason said. "That's not where that fitting goes."
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Date: 2010-07-30 01:55 pm (UTC)Crossover with Yami no Matsuei
Date: 2010-11-27 08:56 pm (UTC)Something about the guy twigged Zoe's watchdog senses, before the night he emerged from Inara's shuttle a bit quicker than when he went in, something which rarely happened and when it did, it meant the client defined "trouble". Even before River started yattering about a voice behind the guy's voice: that and her kookiness didn't phase him at all; he actually seemed charmed by it. Jayne was sure they'd picked up another fugitive, but no bulletins on a man matching the newcomer's description came up on the Cortex. And there didn't seem to be much data available on him, either: the guy was almost as ghostly as his appearance. Wash was sure the guy was a killer of some sort: "It's those eyes. It's like he'd try to eat us with his gaze if he could," he said, huddling under the blankets one night. "I don't wanna get eaten."
"There's a lock on the door. I don't think he'd eat you: he'd be too busy trying not to get killed," she said giving him a playful nudge.
He also had a strange habit of borrowing the other shuttle whenever they were planet-side, returning hours later with a weird look of satisfaction on his face. The rest of the time, he kept to himself, rarely joining them for meals in the galley, though there were times he would join them for a drink. And he seemed to have an unwholesome interest in Kaylee, who took it in stride, back-chatting with the guy; this didn't please Simon too much, but that didn't last long. Somehow the pale gent got on Simon's good side: Zoe wasn't about to find out how or why. Mal tolerated the guy's presence, but there seemed to be a growing hostility toward the newcomer: whatever they stranger paid as his fare, it kept the ship stocked and fueled for six months, which certainly wouldn't have happened if they'd picked up a fugitive, unless the guy had some way of keeping his assets from being seized or frozen.
But then came the day when they were back on Persephone and an equally strange pair claiming to be detectives approached her, asking questions about a pale man in white. They didn't appear to be Feds -- one was a blonde teenaged kid with brilliant green eyes, and the other was a rumpled fellow with violet eyes -- but Zoe was not about to take any chances. She replied that she didn't know anyone like that: not a lie, as she didn't know the guy in the biblical sense and had no intention of doing so, and she was not about to let anyone who'd shipped on Serenity get caught by the Feds.
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Date: 2010-07-30 02:02 pm (UTC)Filled: Sherlock, Sherlock/John, "I'm not his date!"
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Date: 2010-07-30 03:01 pm (UTC)He prided himself on that. It got him into this pretty little pickle with the Winchesters in the first place, didn't it? Well, until the little bastards turned the tables on him.
That was ancient history.
But this? Castiel on all fours with Dean's body draped over him like a second coat, half naked, legs tangled- tangled ? Did he also miss the memo on his brother's flexibility? 'Cause..damn.
Dean's hips were rocking, subtly, against Castiel, face flushed and set with determination.
Castiel was panting, blue eyes wide, moving under Dean, restlessly, head tilting as Dean murmured something, before nodding. He shifted, sliding a leg back between Dean's legs, arching.
Castiel and Dean.
Dean and Castiel.
Gabriel missed nothing, but he missed this? How long had they...no. He wasn't stupid. He got the foreplay, alright. The eyesex, being in each other's faces, the need to pin each other against the wall and fill the room with sexual tension when there was a perfectly logical reason to talk it out.
That he got.
He also got that Castiel, for all his time with the Winchesters, had a one-track mind like a good little angel, and a stick so far up his ass it probably gave him his posture.
He just didn't know that stick belonged to Dean.
And Dean? Did he really need to get into Dean? . That was rhetorical.
Dean Winchester, full-blooded ladies man (Well. Not so much. Gabriel was still waiting for the day that he could use Dean's fascination of lace panties. He's pretty sure that's what kept him going in life), savior of the world, Michael's vessel, emotionally stunted, veteran from Hell with severe Daddy issues--
On second thought. They were so perfect for each other, it was nauseating.
But Gabriel had never seen this coming.
Once again, the Winchesters had thrown him off his game.
And now..now he had a choice. Speak up, and be rewarded with the looks on their (see: Dean's) faces when they realize their little gig was up?
Or speak up and crush Dean's fragile little man-libido. Castiel would probably never drop his pants for Dean again.
Interesting.
Before he could decide, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Sam.
Oh, yeah. Ends up being on Team Free Will came with fine print. You're free alright, but you need to carry a cell phone so you can keep in touch with the other 'free' members.
Free members. He'd have to remember that one for later.
Could use some help Sam's text read. And don't go into Dean's room
Gabriel vanished, re-appearing next to Sam. "And why shouldn't I go into Dean's room?"
Sam jumped. "Jes..i mean. Gabriel!" he collected himself pretty quickly. "In case Dean's..busy."
"Busy."
"Yeah," Gigantor gave him an odd look, tossing him a bag. "With Cas."
"Busy with Cas. Damnit, you knew?"
Sam stared at Gabriel as if his extra heads were growing.
"Just...start the fire, Gabriel."
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Date: 2010-07-30 02:16 pm (UTC)The Mentalist/White Collar; Lisbon & Burke.
Date: 2010-07-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Lisbon snorted. “I'd almost prefer that! You can just electronically tag Caffrey and you always know where he is. It's not like I can do that with Jane.”
“It's not that simple. He's clever... I'm sure he's figured out how to get the tag off, he just leaves it on to humour me.”
“Wow...”
“And the clothes thing. Why'd they have to go around dressed like.. like... catalogue models? It just shows up the rest of us...”
Lisbon eyed Agent Burke warily. “Uh, yeah...”
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