Wednesday: Gifts

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Good morning/afternoon/evening, everyone, & welcome to day three of my guest-hosting week. I'm very pleased to announce my third theme - Gifts.

You can interpret "gifts" as tangible in some way - a puppy, a space-ship, a trip to Disneyland, firearms, dance lessons, etc - and they can be given for whatever occasion you like (or for no particular occasion at all). You can also interpret it as something intangible yet significant - life, love, freedom, closure, peace of mind, etc. Alternately, feel free to interpret it as the special skills, abilities, endowments, etc. that a character may possess, & prompt accordingly. It's up to you!

Please keep these rules in mind when posting prompts:

• Only three prompts for the same fandom.
• Only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
• No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
• Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

Prompt formatting examples (because proper formatting for the code monkeys is good manners):

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, "Would it kill you to be just a little bit appreciative?" "Gabriel, why the hell would I 'appreciate' this many blow-up dolls?"
Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, it doesn't matter what John does, how careful he thinks he's been - Sherlock ALWAYS knows what he's bought him for any occasion
Doctor Who/Torchwood, Ten + Rose + Jack + any (or any combination thereof), sometimes the Doctor's uncanny ability to talk himself into or out of any situation is a gift... & sometimes it's just annoying

Nothing grabbing your attention? That's alright, there are plenty of Lonely Prompts out there waiting for love.

And remember - each fill is like a gift to the prompter, so really, you're participating doubly every time you post a comment fic today. Therefore have fun & give as much as you can!

(theme=gifts)

Comments

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, "Would it kill you to be just a little bit appreciative?" "Gabriel, why the hell would I 'appreciate' this many blow-up dolls?"

sam's gigantic cock would just pop them anyway (1/1)

[pyrebi.livejournal.com]

Gabriel puts on his best offended face. "Because this is a rare sighting of my generous nature. You're doing a pretty crappy job of positive reinforcement, by the way."

Sam just stares. "They're blow-up dolls."

"And no two are the same," Gabriel adds. "We have the Three-Hole Jenna, the Busty Barbara, Pegging Polly, the Classic Cindy, the Vietnamese Hooker, the Lusty Grandma, the Green Alien Babe, I think this one is supposed to be Lady Gaga..."

Sam kicks at one of the dolls littering the room and it makes a sad squeaking sound. He shoots a skeptical look back at Gabriel.

"I also got you a sheep. Just in case you swing that way."

"Gabe," Sam says, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. "Why the hell do I need blow-up dolls if I have you around?"

Gabriel stops squishing the stomach of one doll with his foot and doubletakes. Then a wry grin spreads over his face. "Why Sam, you always know just what to say."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam replies with a roll of his eyes. "Get naked already."

A sly look. "Can Lusty Grandma join in?"

"No."

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, it doesn't matter what John does, how careful he thinks he's been - Sherlock ALWAYS knows what he's bought him for any occasion

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Torchwood, Ten + Rose + Jack + any (or any combination thereof), sometimes the Doctor's uncanny ability to talk himself into or out of any situation is a gift... & sometimes it's just annoying

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Piper, Chris, Wyatt, Phoebe, Paige & Pru (+ Phoebe and Paige's kids), The greatest Mother's Day gift they ever got from their kids was when they summoned Pru and she actually appeared.

family - PG, gen, future!fic

[tigriswolf]

It occured to Chris first, when he and Mom were flipping through old photographs, looking for a couple new ones to put on the walls.

Patty overheard when he mentioned the idea to Wyatt, and then Paul barged in, deciding there needed to be a definite plan.

Penny got involved when she found the notebook, and then Mel demanded that she wanted a part to play, too.

Chris ended up writing the final spell, a twist on the usual summoning, but it was Wyatt's raw power that made it work.

And when Aunt Prue stepped out of the circle, smiling at her nieces and nephews, while her sisters still slept (they always came to the manor for Mother's Day), Chris knew they'd done a good thing.

"C'mon," Wyatt said, herding the kids downstairs. "Let's go start breakfast."

"Chris," Aunt Prue called, following them from the attic. "Thank you."

He threw a grin over his shoulder and said, "Go visit with your sisters."

None of the Charmed ones came down for breakfast till lunchtime, but the kids didn't mind.

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Chuck/White Collar, Bryce and Neal both get the gift of a second chance at life. They decide to use it as a second chance at being brothers as well.

breathing mirrors - PG, gen (a smidge of could-be Peter/Neal)

[tigriswolf]

Noah and Brendan Lafferty were born in September, but which day only they know. Those records (actually, any records before Neal Caffrey and Bryce Larkin) are lost. They'll never be found because they were destroyed utterly. No one remembers Noah and Brendan Lafferty.

Bryce Larkin is declared dead, all evidence of him erased, and his body reported as incinerated. It's not his first death, though, and it doesn't take any more than the others have.

Neal Caffrey spends almost four years in jail before escaping twice. The second one takes and he's suddenly working for the man who imprisoned him. They actually get to be pretty good friends. Neal sometimes thinks he could fall in love Peter.

When Brendan shows up inside Noah's apartment, it's like seeing a ghost. They haven't stood face-to-face in almost fifteen years and a great deal has changed since then. Neither of them is who they were, that day Brendan became Bryce and Noah became Neal.

They smile at each other, talk about the world and where they've been, and sit at Noah's table. Noah pulls out the leftovers from dinner and asks what Brendan plans to do now.

Brendan shrugs. "Bryce Larkin is dead, for good this time."

Noah nods. "I'm not quite ready to move on yet," he says. "You can stay if you want." He pauses, meeting Brendan's eyes. "Or we can go somewhere. Do anything."

Brendan smiles. "I think Neal Caffrey has a brother," he muses, twirling spaghetti with his fork. "Wasn't his name Brent?"

Neal chuckles. "You know, I believe you're right."

When Neal knocks on Peter's door the next morning, there's a breathing mirror standing next to him and Peter's got two of them to deal with.

Neal and Brent can't stop smiling because the world is new and shining, and they've both got second chances.

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam, Dean and others, Once a year Sam & Dean get to visit their loved ones in Heaven. Its a gift that keeps them fighting.
Bonus idea: Once a year (for Thanksgiving or something) their loved ones can visit them on Earth.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, gift of blood

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, this is something Dean's never given away before; yeah, he's been in love, but he's never given his whole heart to anyone until now

Fill

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

It’s not until Castiel disappears from the front seat of the Impala after Sam jumps into the pit that Dean realizes that, yeah, he’s maybe kind of love with Castiel. It’s not until after Castiel fails to come back for nearly three months that Dean realizes it’s more than just love.

The thing is, if there was ever anyone Dean would ever give up hunting to be with it, it’s Castiel. The angel is at the front of Dean’s thoughts and concerns every day, and he worries about how things are in Heaven and whether or not Castiel misses him or not. When he sleeps, it’s Castiel’s arms he dreams he’s wrapped up in, Castiel’s lips he’s kissing and Castiel’s body he teases to completion and it’s slow and lazy and perfect until they melt and blend into one timeless being and emotion.

This achy feeling in his heart and separation anxiety pumping through his veins, it’s nothing compared to the warmth that spreads across Dean’s mind and body and soul when he finally sees Castiel’s tired smile again. The feeling of loneliness is nothing compared to the feeling of Castiel underneath him, around him, inside him. The echo of screams from Dean’s stint in Hell give way to the soft sound of Castiel’s voice when he promises love and companionship and protection and eternity.

This is something Dean’s never given away before. Yeah, he’s been in love, but he’s never given his whole heart to anyone until now. Before Castiel, Dean has never wanted to. The thought of giving himself over so completely and blindly, to trust so heavily and deeply on someone else who wasn’t related by blood has never flittered across Dean’s mind.

This is Castiel, though. The angel who asked Dean to sacrifice everything for the good of everyone and had given himself over in turn, had Fallen because of Dean, for Dean. The same angel who would chase away Dean’s nightmares with gentle kisses and a warm embrace, who promised to never let anything happen to him ever again. Castiel, who never says goodbye, because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he is always going to come back to Dean.

There aren’t enough words to explain the way Dean feels for and needs Castiel but it doesn’t matter. He just knows he wants to hold onto the angel with everything he’s got, to claim and cling and covet when Castiel is not around. For the first time in a long time, Dean takes what he wants for himself and lays himself bare for Castiel to claim in return.

Dean isn’t scared, not anymore, because he knows whatever happens, he’s got an angel on his shoulder and in his heart and that Castiel isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

The Pretender, Miss Parker/Jarod, When they were children she gifted him with a kiss. The day after the Centre is destroyed she gifts him with another (Bonus if she gives him a Hershey's kiss as a joke then a real one).

no fic, but...

[macrobleb.livejournal.com]

One of these days I will manage to reply to one of your awesome Pretender prompts, I swear.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jo/Lucifer, being made to live among humans in the end was a gift rather than a punishment.

i've been writing this on and off for three hours, sorry if it's crapola

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

The drudgery of it. The waste of time. His Father's punishment may not be just, but it's sure as hell cruel. He imagines that somewhere Michael's laughing at him, just doubling over on his celestial ass and having a riotous good time at his expense. "That Lucifer," he's saying. "Nearly destroyed the world all out of jealousy of humans and look what he's doing, washing dishes at a bar. I'd say 'how the mighty have fallen,' but..."

"He's not worth it," says Jo from across the kitchen. Lucifer looks up. She's got a towel wrapped around her fist and she reaches for one of the gleaming beer mugs that's drying on the counter.

"What?"

"Whoever stole your girlfriend," she says, hopping up onto the counter. "You've got a face that says you're planning to deck him."

He looks at her, petite and long-legged, her hair sprawled out behind her as she ably, efficiently wipes each mug dry and lifts it onto the shelf to her right. "I won't have the opportunity," he says.

"Then he really isn't worth your time." She waves a glittering glass at him, shaking it by the handle. "That's a lot of wasted anger, if you can't do anything about it."

Lucifer stares at her. He doesn't quite get it, what she's saying. Anger is what's kept him going for millennia. It's what gave him the power to create the first demons, to break out of the cage in the first place. It's all he's felt for so long, he doesn't understand what it is to waste it.

Her gaze appraises him. "Lemme guess," she says. "You're the kind of guy who isn't satisfied until he's exhausted himself. You know, sometimes it's OK to give up."

His eyebrows twitch. "Giving up is the definition of not OK."

"According to who?" She grins and shrugs and for a moment he can see the experience that's given her this perspective. "The point of life isn't to win any awards, you know. It's just to live. You gotta decide what's worth fighting for."

"And you would know what's worth fighting for?" He shakes his head, gives a sad smile. "I don't need your lectures. I've been at this a long time."

"And you're here stewing in your own juices washing dishes."

"Shut up!" He slams the sponge down. The counter shakes. Rattled, she jumps down from the counter and looks at him through skittish doe eyes. Chastened despite himself, he mumbles, "I'm sorry."

"No, you're right," she says with a soft smile. "I shouldn't have gotten all superior on you. But can I tell you something?" She tilts her head at him, and he nods. "I had a night once I thought was gonna be my last night on earth." She's moving toward him, her eyes fixed on his face. "And I had a choice. Take what I had always wanted, or live with myself for the few hours I had left?"

She's very close to him now, looking up at him, her face in line with his shoulder. She's taller than he thought at first, which surprises him. He's not used to this limited a perspective. "I have a feeling I know what you chose."

"I was kind of surprised at myself, honestly." she says. "I mean, he was right there and I could have... but for whatever reason, I liked myself so much better after I said no."

"So you win for losing?" He laughs. "I can't imagine."

But he sort of can. For the first time, he's thinking about what it really means to lose. Whether it's really the end of the world.

It isn't, not anymore, is it? And it takes this girl to tell him that. Maybe humans' limitations give them a perspective that could be useful to an immortal angel, who has forever and thus has no need to prioritize. Maybe this punishment is about giving him a taste of that.

And if it's giving him something he can use, maybe it's more of a gift than a punishment.

Maybe. Probably not. But the idea is there, for the first time. And someday, when he knows better, maybe he'll thank her for that.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel & Sam/Gabriel (& Bobby & Chuck/Becky & even Crowley if you're awesome), they're all a little scared to find out what Gabriel got them for Christmas

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, Sam, Castiel & Gabriel, "The granting of a fledgling is the greatest gift God can give."

The Gift (1/1)

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

"The granting of a fledgling is the greatest gift God can give," Castiel remarks. Gabriel nods, thoughtfully sucking on his (fourth) lollipop.

"True fact, guys. You'd be idiots to turn this down. Not that I think it's a good idea, but if Dad wants it to happen, the least you could do is nod and smile," he says, slightly muffled.

Dean glowers at Chuck, who's hunched in on himself at the head of the table. "I do not frickin' believe this," he mutters.

Sam's still scanning the letter that Chuck brought with him. "It says it'll take four months. What for?"

Chuck swallows and shoots a nervous glance at Dean. "For the, for the hatching."

"Hatching," Sam repeats. "As in...an egg?"

Dean chokes on air. Castiel and Gabriel look interested, but wholly unsurprised.

"Uh, yeah, that's right. Egg. Uh, everything, everything's explained in the letter," Chuck says quickly. "I've, uh, got to, got to go meet Becky. Yeah. See ya."

And with that, he disappears, leaving Dean taking deep breaths, Castiel attempting to calm him down, Gabriel still sucking on the lollipop and Sam holding a letter explaining that they are to be the proud parents of an angelic fledgling in 48 hours or less.

It's all a bit much, really.

Then Gabriel pops the candy out of his mouth and leans in. "So, who's shacking up with who and who gets to be the cool uncles?" he asks.

Dean faints.

[buftie.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Mary, 'tis the season

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Anna/Crowley, every morning she gives him a feather

Enough (G)

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

Every morning, she gives him a feather.

And every morning, he takes it and smiles and kisses her and the feather is tucked, next to all the others, in the box in the back of the closet.

He knows what those feathers mean, knows why every morning her eyes are just a little dimmer, why she becomes just a bit more human every day. It's bittersweet, this little ritual they started somewhere along the way. Sometimes, he wishes that it didn't have to happen.

But not having it may be worse than knowing why it happens.

He can deal with Anna's fading grace. He can adapt and change, accept that it is happening and will continue to happen and he can be okay with that.

At this point, not having her at all is worse than any other fate he can imagine.

"Crowley," her voice says and he looks up, hand automatically coming up to brush back that stubborn strand of bright red hair.

"What is it, luv?" he asks. She smiles at him.

"Breakfast is ready," she tells him, pulling back, but not away. He follows readily, a sincere smile forming on his face.

"Well, let's not let it get cold, then." And he goes into the kitchen, lets her ply him with eggs and back and biscuits and tea and he doesn't think about that box in the closet, forcibly lives in the present, with her.

There will be time again tomorrow to think on those other things and today, just like yesterday and the day before and all the days before that, he doesn't want to.

This is enough to know.

[buftie.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Bellatrix + Snape, Death Eater Secret Santa (crack!fic obviously, though major props if you can spin a serious fic of this prompt)

[buftie.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood + any, free Quibbler subscription

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Luna/Draco, he'd give her the world but she'll on accept his love.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, the whole world and a new pair of skates

[itcomesinphases.livejournal.com]

"I don't care," Aziriphale was saying, "weather or not you get me anything for Christmas. I'm getting you something. So tell me what you want or it'll be a sweater. With those fluffy little balls on it and metallic thread."

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. Aziriphale had known the demon long enough to know when he was rolling his eyes behind his back. Sunglasses were no challenge.

"Fine. I want the whole world on a silver platter. And a new pair of skates."

"Ice skates or roller skates?"

"Neither unless you're actually going to give me the whole world on a silver plate. I'm not about to make a fool of myself by sliding around on a block of ice unless I can make it a capital offense to laugh when I fall on my arse."

"Ice skates it is then."

Crowley rolled his eyes again.

[silvereyedphage.livejournal.com]

Yami no Matsuei, little Muraki, the day Grandfather gave him Veronica

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Casey/Mama Bartowski, he names the gun she bought him

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Here (http://nevcolleil.livejournal.com/270459.html) :)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, "Parker, did you steal this just for me?"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Firefly, any, "Did you get a present?" "Yeah, sarcasm and a dismissive smirk."

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Tales of the Ketty Jay, Frey/Crake, The damn cutlass wasn't a gift, but the other things were


Has anyone other than me read these books?

No fill, but...

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I haven't read those books - should I? Having new things to read is always a delight for me. :)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Psych, everyone, Secret Santa exhange at the police station (bonus if Lassiter freaks about what to get Henry or Chief Vick)

Filled!

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

This, to be put frankly, was a serious crises. Or so Lassie kept bellowing while Shawn tried to tie the bow holding his package together.

“…What to get the chief. It has to be something thoughtful and useful.”

“Why don’t you buy yourself a gag? She’d like that?”

“This isn’t funny, Spenser,” Lassiter responded. “You would get the easy draw and pick my partner. Buy Julietr a new clip for her gun and a card with a cat onit and she’s fine. The Chief is different.”

“Flowers,” Shawn said. “They’re the way to any woman’s heart.”

“Not the Chief’s,” Lassiter remarked glumly. “I need something impressive! Something that would impress her.”

Shawn shrugged. “How about a machine gun?”

“You’re horrible at this, Spenser.”

At the exchange later the next day, Chief Vick gave Lassiter a fine new holster for his gun, Juliet gave Shawn a crystal-clear DVD pressing of a completely obscure 80’s cartoon show, Shawn blew his budget and got Juliet a pair of crystal earrings, Gus got Henry a subscription to Sports Illustrated, Henry got Gus a king-sized tub of caramels, and Lassie, finally consumed by his last-minute panick, Chief Vick a gift certificate to the Olive Garden.

She was overtly thrilled by it. “We’ll be able to get out of the house and have a little fun.” He tried not to be visibly relieved – he’d even forgotten about her husband in his panic. But she smiled, and he smiled back, and the party proper began.

Lassie was so relieved that he forgot to complain about Shawn’s horrible neon-colored reindeer sweater.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Just what kind of gift does one get an angel?