Friday: Free For All

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Happy Friday everyone! It's another Free For All, so get your prompts and creative juices ready, because all prompts, fandoms, and pairings are welcome today!


Just remember to play by the rules:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for up to 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces. This is especially important as the Fall season is gearing up!

For the love of our volunteer code monkeys and sorters, please format everything properly. For example:

White Collar, Neal/Peter, clever (sticky) fingers

Inception/Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, (fusion au) you've got to dream a little bigger darling

And, as ever, if you can't find something to pique your interest, feel free to peruse our lonely prompts. Keep in mind, this weekend is a contest weekend!


Speaking of lonely prompts, a quick note: there may be issues accessing posts from certain users, even in the community. I don't know if it's from LJ purging inactive members, or if they deleted their journals, but even I as a maintainer do not have access to them. For now I'm having the sorters leave those prompts archived in Delicious, and will address them once it's determined if we can get those entries back.

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[havenward.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal/Peter, clever (sticky) fingers

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Neal could take Peter's wallet without Peter noticing. "Sticky fingers," Peter would grumble (fondly), while grabbing it back.

But Neal didn't think he was the only one who deserved the accusation.

Because Peter could put his hand on Neal's back, lead him by the arm or the waist, or pat him on the knee, and Neal -- despite never being the type who wanted anyone in his personal space -- wouldn't even think to back away.

Neal could get files from the secret, extra-locked safe in Peter's office.

Peter could get Neal to fall in love with a man he should really be more careful about loving.

Neal could take Peter's phone, take a picture of himself naked, and put it back in Peter's pocket without Peter noticing until he noticed his new wallpaper.

Peter could sneak a stroke of Neal's crotch under the desk before Neal could even register Peter's hand moving up his thigh.

For a while, Neal wondered if this would be just one more game that Peter won. Until he learned to use his own fingers to make Peter say things he never thought he'd hear from that prim pink mouth. Moaning and begging and saying Neal's name, and then babbling. Not making any coherent sounds at all, just grunts and groans and nonsense words in response to Neal's clever fingers.

Neal was satisfied. To have won one.

Until Peter learned a few finger tricks of his own, and Neal realized: with them, it would always be a draw.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Inception/Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, (fusion au) you've got to dream a little bigger darling

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Sam/Mike/Fi, The end of a summer affair

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila, a happy ending...basically.

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Adventures of Brisco County Jr., Brisco/Dixie, What he's thinking while he watches her sing

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Little House on the Prairie, Laura, Putting up for the winer

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Laverne and Shirley, Cast, 80's AU

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph and Zuko, "Wait, you have a scar?"

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

Examination (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph and Zuko, "Wait, you have a scar?")

"Wait, you have a scar?" Toph said in surprise.

Zuko almost nodded, but then stopped himself. It was so easy to forget that Toph couldn't see. "Yes," he said, "it's around my left eye."

Toph didn't hesitate, she reached up towards the sound of his voice and touched him. Then, using both hands, she carefully examined his face. There was some confusion of the "your left or my left?"-variety, and then her small fingers begin tracing the savage burn mark.

Zuko didn't shy away from her touch. People were always fascinated by his facial scar, but everyone else could satisfy their curiosity from a distance, with their eyes. Toph didn't have that option.

"Your father did this to you?" Toph said. The expression on her face was somewhere between awe and horror.

"My father is... a pretty bad man," Zuko said quietly.

Toph's hands were still on Zuko's face, now curiously tracing the shape of his entire face. Zuko sometimes wondered if it was a result of her blindness, or just a quirk of personality, that made Toph so-often wander from rules of basic courtesy. Despite her tendency to be abrasive and sarcastic, she wasn't cruel or ignorant of the feelings of others -- she just seemed to have a problem with understanding the rules.

He reached up and gently touched her wrists. Toph suddenly realized that she was being intrusive and pulled back. For some reason, Zuko thought of a butterfly landing on him -- and then urgently taking flight when it realized that it had picked the wrong place to set down.

"Are you blushing?" Zuko asked. Now there was a wide grin on his face.

"Absolutely not!" Toph replied indignantly.

And then her face got even redder after Zuko leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head.

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Misha/Richard, quiet time

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Gabriel, chocolate covered kisses

I don't write enough cas/gabe

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

It's Gabriel's self-appointed task to teach Castiel how to smile. That's the one thing he barely ever sees out of his earthbound brother. He's seen irritation, fear, nerves, even a drunken stupor or two, but never a smile. Not once. That worries him. What's the point of hanging out on Earth if there's nothing here you enjoy?

Gabriel goes of course for the one thing he enjoys best, and that's sugar. But Castiel's not the light-fluffy-confection type, that is painfully clear the minute he grimaces around a colorful mouthful of M&Ms and then complains of a toothache for a month on end after a single Butterfinger. So Gabriel has to think dark. Dark chocolate. Of course.

Castiel looks at him warily, tries to protest that he's really not interested, but Gabriel dips his finger in the fondue and beckons to Castiel with it, until, with a dissatisfied grumble, Mr. Humorless snakes out a soft pink tongue and licks a stripe of the goo off Gabriel's skin.

His eyebrows nearly go through his hairline.

Chuckling, Gabriel chalks up a moderate success. He pulls back to lick the rest of the chocolate from his own finger, but he only gets halfway there before Castiel's seizing his hand, sucking hard on his finger. Gabriel sputters, laughs, and then moans a little bit as Castiel's eager lips lap up the sweet stuff.

"That I like," Castiel informs him, voice rough, still not smiling.

Gabriel can't quite stop looking at him like this, and he dips his finger again in the chocolate fountain. This time it splashes against his face, spattering on his chin and mouth. Castiel watches it ravenously even as he sucks up another fingerful of chocolate from Gabriel's hand, leaving it spit-slick and glistening. Gabriel's eyes slide closed as he feels hot breath on his face.

He can barely breathe as stubble slides across his chin, as wet tongue and lips taste his chin, then his mouth. But what's only half a kiss becomes a full kiss as sweet-tinged tongue dives into his mouth, strokes his own tongue, as Castiel shares the sweet richness of the flavor on his breath and nibbles it back off the fullness of Gabriel's bottom lip.

It's a full minute before Gabriel remembers to open his eyes again. But it's worth it when he does, because chocolate-covered kisses did the trick.

Castiel's smiling at him.

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Gabriel, cracks in the glass

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Filled (http://zekkass.livejournal.com/365077.html).

This and one other prompt were the biggest inspirations behind my NaNo, so. Yes. Here, have a giant fill.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean has tried to teach Cas that playing various roles, sometimes spontaneously, is helpful when trying to finagle information & leads, so when a store owner/bartender/motel desk clerk (your choice) assumes Dean & Cas are together together, Cas figures he should make Dean proud & runs with it as best he can

No fic yet

[stfu-pwentzz.livejournal.com]

but I am so on this.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, the end is the beginning is the end

Filled - How The Story Goes, Dean/Castiel, G

[bamfangel.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, the end is the beginning is the end

This is how Castiel's story ends and begins and ends again.

He finds himself standing in front of a door to a house, the type he might of liked to have after he became human, but never had the chance to. He doesn't remember how he got there, but he does remember the feeling of his Father's love radiating through his very skin and thinks maybe he's finally gotten to come home after all.

Joshua is kneeling in the dirt on the side the walkway planting some marigolds. "Hello, Castiel," he says with only a brief look before returing to his task.

"Joshua." He frowns a little as realization sinks in. "I'm dead, aren't I?" It's not a question.

"You should go in. There's someone waiting for you."

He doesn't understand. Dean and Sam and Bobby Singer should all be in their own Heavens, none of which should include him.

Still, a traitorous pang of hope rises in his chest as he reaches for the door handle.

He steps through the door into an empty hallway, but Dean appears from another room with a slight smile. He doesn't say anything, just locks eyes with him like they've never been apart as he walks toward him.

He meets him halfway, reaching out and stroking the side of his face with his thumb. The pang of hope gives way to a fierce rush of joy of the kind he never thought he'd able to feel. "Dean...You waited for me."

"About time you got here, Cas," Dean replies and leans into the touch.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Jess/Gabriel, they decide to bake a pie but they don't quite make it through all the measuring & mixing & such (this time it's totally Sam's fault)

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, "Welcome home father."

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason/Tim, late night conversation

Comment Fic: Actions Speak Louder; Jason/Tim, Rish

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Actions Speak Louder

They never talked afterwards.

At this point, words were meaningless between them. There was too much there, hovering in the air around them, that they knew instinctively couldn't be put into words.

Traditions and habits and struggles and strife, the sacrifices they had both made for Bruce's beliefs and a bright red costume... It was all there, silent and oppressive like a cloud of suffocating gas thick in the room above them, choking out the ability to speak.

Besides, Drake hadn't been much for talking at all these days, let alone about his actual feelings.

Not to mention that Jason had always been a firm believer in the whole 'actions speak louder' thing. They did. A crow bar to the face or a knife to the throat said much more than any swear word ever could.

So they never talked.

Jason had said all he meant to that night.

He hadn't needed words.

Jason had proven who he was and where his loyalty lay with his fists. Drake had accepted it by adapting seemlessly to Jason fighting style and taking up position at his back.

After they had won, beaten, bruised, bloody and victorious, they had fallen into bed and spoke to each other in another language entirely.

Mouths and lips and tongues spoke of the desperate isolation they both felt but would never admit. Questing hands and writhing limbs spoke of a loneliness that was so deep and fixed within themselves that the festering wounds of insecurity could never be healed. Straining tendons and tensed muscles spoke of the overwhelming need to not think of anything. Of the life they lived, the mortality they came face to face with each and every night or how easy it was to slip into being the exact thing that you hated most.

So there were no 'I'm sorrys' between them, no 'I'm glad you're back', no 'I understand and I'm right there with you'. There were just harsh breaths, gasping groans and bitten off shouts fading out into the darkness of the room around them.

That was ok with Jason. Actual conversation was overrated.

Actions speak louder, after all.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, it's John's fault that there's strawberry jam all over Sherlock's favorite coat, so Sherlock shows John (with Sherlock's hands over John's so that John does everything exactly the way he should) how to meticulously wash it all out... just in case John ever has to clean it again, of course

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Legend of the Seeker, Cara/Kahlan, when Kahlan is in Con Dar, Cara has trouble thinking

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Misha/Jensen or Misha/Jared or Misha/Jensen/Jared, breaking in the new office furniture is such a chore, but somebody's gotta do it

[pooka-07.livejournal.com]

Quit making me want to write RPS. >:P I will resist your evil mind control.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Merlin, evil!Morgana/Merlin, dangerous games

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/CWRPS, any (/any), Nutella (http://poems-and-quotes.com/funny/poems.php?id=1034707)

No fic yet

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Give me a few days and I'll have something

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

DCU, Helena 'Huntress' Bertinelli, fallen from grace

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Covert Affairs, Annie + or / Auggie, "It started as one drink. I swear."

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Amy, ripple effect

[sakru909.livejournal.com]

Mission Hill, Gus/Wally, a day at the movies.