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comment_ficTGIF, everyone! That means today we get to play in whatever sandboxes we want, posting whatever prompts we want with no themes!
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
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Date: 2010-10-08 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:24 am (UTC)Blankets | [1/2]
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Date: 2010-10-08 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 11:14 pm (UTC)Gabriel hasn't been playing at being the Trickster since he started fucking Sam, but sometimes Sam sees Gabriel's eyes go cold, and then he vanishes, and Sam doesn't want to know what Gabriel's doing.
There are times during the sex when Gabriel shields Sam enough so he can see him when Gabriel comes, fast and hot against Sam, and that scares Sam more than it should.
For when Gabriel comes, he loses his human mask if only for a moment, and Sam realizes that he's having sex with bright fire and pure power, restrained by human flesh but at those times, blissed out as he feels, he realizes that Gabriel could (should, it's not right for an angel to be restricted like that) let go of his shell and walk upon the Earth properly.
It at times like that when Sam remembers that Gabriel was in a war, against others as terrifying as he is, and then Gabriel regains control and he's flippant and grinning at Sam before flopping down to nap on his chest, cock slipping wetly out of him.
Sam stares at him, wondering why he's still in one piece after that, and Gabriel puts a hand over his face.
"Go to sleep, kiddo," Gabriel mutters, and Sam finds himself hugging Gabriel tighter and obeying.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-20 06:30 pm (UTC)Lucifer is kneeling on his back, a solid weight that Michael can't shake off, can't bring himself to even try.
His wings are being cleaned, feathers are being unbent, and Lucifer is so gentle that Michael wants to cry.
Hell shouldn't be gentle hands and soft words, the cage shouldn't be comfort offered even when Michael lashes out.
Lucifer shouldn't be sharing a love that he has long hidden, and one that Michael can't accept, not after everything, not here.
Michael turns his face to the ground and tastes dust, and if the dust is wet with tears he says nothing.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 10:45 am (UTC)Moonlight Serenade
Date: 2010-10-08 05:16 pm (UTC)And Cas laughed -- honest to goodness laughed -- and gently turned him around. "Look," he whispered in Dean's ear, pointing.
Dean felt his jaw slam open as he watched the Earth rise majestically above the horizon.
He heard the soft voice in his ear. "All that beauty...."
".....yeah......."
"You're breathing because I am protecting you."
"....okay......"
"Dean?"
".......yeah......"
"Are you ready to get back to Sam?"
"........mind if I......can I just....."
A soft laugh huffed in his ear and the protecting arms around his waist tightened for just a second. "Take all the time you need, Dean. We have all the time in the world."
"......thanks......."
And Dean fell silent, watching the Earth slowly rise in the black sky and feeling the wonder of knowing that his bootprints would never leave the surface of the moon.
Cas had been right.
A change of perspective was all it took.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:45 am (UTC)Aftermath
Date: 2010-10-08 05:28 pm (UTC)"Nothing," Castiel groaned. "Just....can't get comfortable." He writhed a little. "Perhaps if you lost twenty pounds...."
"Oh. very funny." Dean resumed his work. "Shit, you've got a lotta blood here."
"And you have a limited amount of time."
"Right, I know." He winced. "Sam's gonna kick my ass for doin' this. After all I ragged on him about his demon blood drinking...."
"Dean. I needed help. This way, you can look at my wings and your eyes are spared."
"Yeah, but I don't gotta like it. Sides, I don't like the way blood tastes."
"Good. Then this shall not become a habit."
"This better not become a habit, either." Dean deliberately tugged hard on one of the pinfeathers and Castiel let out a groaning gasp. "Point taken?"
"Point....taken." Castiel groaned. "How much....longer?"
"Got one almost done. About to move to the other."
"Good."
Five minutes later, Dean ran his palm along the top of one of the gleaming black wings. "That one's done."
Castiel folded it down with a relieved groan. Dean shifted position on his back and when Castiel felt the cloth and comb working doggedly on the second wing's feathers, he said, "Dean?"
"Mm?"
"Thank you."
"Yeah, well, that's what friends do." He pressed the palm of his hand where the wing seamlessly jointed into Castiel's back. "Now hush and let me get this done before this damned thing wears off."
"Mmm."
"Cas?"
Silence.
"Cas, did you go to sleep on me?"
A soft sigh was his only reply.
Dean chuckled and continued to work on the wing. He only had three hours left, and it was a huge mass of bloody feathers to clean up.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 10:59 am (UTC)Fill: Finally Free
Date: 2010-10-21 04:35 am (UTC)Lucifer finally leaves him, and Nick just…doesn’t know what to do. Sarah and Emily are gone, his whole life is gone. He’s been away from any sense of normalcy from a year. No family, no friends, no job, nothing.
He walks out of the apartment in Detroit and heads down the street blindly. He has no destination in mind, only to get away. He can still feel the devil in his head, that cold slick over his soul, and hear the whisper of his smooth voice as he spoke to him, said horrible things, all of them true.
He finally falls, exhausted, in some dirty back alley and sleeps. Visions of hellfire fill his subconscious mind, and he wakes screaming what feels like only minutes later.
He huddles there for awhile longer, arms wrapped around his shivering form, until he makes a decision. He knows what to do now, what will make everything better, and it’s like a beacon of hope beckoning him on.
Nick has never hitchhiked before, was always aware of how silly and dangerous it was, but now he does. He has no money, and he has a long way to go; there’s really no other choice. A nice elderly woman picks him up and takes him to the border.
From there, he’s lucky. There are a surprising number of people traveling the highway who are willing to give him a lift, and he makes good time. After three days, he reaches Pike Creek.
The house is so empty. All of their belongings are still there, but there’s no life to the place. The front door creaks open on hinges that haven’t moved for more than a year. The air inside is stale, and dust covers every surface.
Still intend in his purpose, Nick takes one last walk through the place that used to be home. His and Sarah’s bedroom, one full of good memories, now stained by the vision of blood. Emily’s room, and he holds back a sob. Laundry room, bathroom, den. In the garage, he finds a length of robe, then returns to the kitchen.
Slowly, deliberately, he steps up onto a chair and ties one end of the rope around the chandelier - one of the points that had really sold the house for Sarah.
It won’t be long now. Just another few moments, and it’ll all be over. None of it will matter to him anymore. Not the bittersweet memories of his family, or their bloody remains, or the constant screaming inside his own head. There will be peace.
He slips the other end of the rope around his neck and takes a deep breath.
He hovers on the precipice for a moment, a tiny voice in his head warning Sarah wouldn’t want you to do this! She wouldn’t- But he squashes it mercilessly.
One step, a kick to the chair, and he’s finally free.
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:44 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:11 am (UTC)Sweet Justice (third time hopefully is the charm...)
Date: 2010-10-08 06:44 pm (UTC)Suddenly, all the smoke and fire vanished. The street was pristine. The people that had been blown up were back in their cars and heading obliviously down the highway.
The Joker froze, whirling around in a circle. "What.....What....."
"That," a cold voice said and a slight man with agile features and a wild shock of blond hair strode forward. "Was not funny."
"What did you do?"
"Took you back in time about fifteen minutes." The man snapped his fingers and the three massive dynamite bombs the Joker had set appeared at his feet.
The Joker eyed them, knowing that they were going to go off in 30 seconds. His lips began to twitch with glee. He'd get to see the carnage twice!
"Oh, please," the blond snorted, like he'd said that aloud. "Like I'd let you do this again."
"Let me?" the Joker's smile finally fled. "Let me? Who the hell are you, anyway?"
"Many names, many places. You used to pray to me, actually. You knew me as Loki, back when you were--"
"He no longer exists!" the Joker roared. "I'm the Joker!"
"You are a pathetic---Hold on a second." The blond looked down and snapped his fingers. The dynamite turned into licorice twists. "There, that's better. As I was saying, you are a pathetic, insane megalomaniac." He snorted again. "And considering who I am, that's saying something!"
"You're a man," the Joker laughed. "And men can be killed!"
The blond chuckled, then his voice went cold serious. "Not me."
And the Joker gasped as a flash of light behind the blond illuminated wings unfolding --- wings larger than the span of a car. "Oh my G-d!" he gasped. "What are you?"
"My name is Gabriel," the blond snarled. "And consider your horn blown, buddy-boy."
He reached for the Joker, and the insane man screamed.
When the Batman arrived at the address the anonymous caller had given, he found the Joker huddled in a ball, his eyes completely blank with catatonia.
He found the strange coloured ropes binding the Joker were made of licorice. And who had stuffed a giant lollipop into the slack mouth?
The Batman shuddered as he felt fingers stroke the back of his cowl in -- comfort? He whirled to find nobody there.
Just a handful of candy wrappers fluttering to the ground in the breeze.
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:28 am (UTC)Bathtime!
Date: 2010-10-08 07:05 pm (UTC)Dean's shoulder rose in a shrug. "Windego guts."
Sam nodded. "Then there was the werewolf blood...."
Dean nodded. "And the --"
"All right," Crowley said, pushing off the porch and walking over to them. "You know what, it doesn't really matter. You two did this to her, you can go pull out the wheelbarrow."
The Winchesters looked at each other, then back at Bobby, who nodded. As one, they went -- muttering insults to each other on the way.
Crowley bent down and ran his fingers through the fouled fur. "You really got into it this time, huh?" A pleased bark was his reply, and Bobby saw the dust kick up as a seated dog wagged its tail.
"Hold up," Bobby said as he walked over. "Will she fit in the wheelbarrow?"
"She's only the size of a pit bull, not a mastiff," Crowley chuckled. "And to anticipate your next question, so long as it's not holy water or salted water, she'll be just as fine as any regular dog getting a bath."
Sam returned, pushing the wheelbarrow. Dean was unwinding the hose.
"You two idjits get inside and clean yourselves up," Bobby ordered, and they snapped to obey.
"You never told me what you did to make them able to see her," Bobby said as he filled the barrow from the hose.
"No deal was involved, if that's what you were asking," Crowley said, removing his tasteful jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "At least, not in the conventional sense. They did a favour for me and the ability was a gift to them." He tapped the wheelbarrow twice with his ring, and the hellhound jumped into the water. "Now. Lift the hose about six inches."
Bobby waited till Crowley was out of the line of fire, then did. The spray hit the hellhound, and Bobby saw her for the first time.
He couldn't see a colour or how long her fur was, but she was, indeed, a pit bull. And he could see her tail wagging. "She's a pretty thing."
"When she's not covered in foul, yes. She's coloured like a Doberman," Crowley said. "And her eyes are red."
Bobby shook his head and continued to hose the muck off of the hound, who kept trying to get the water in her mouth. Crowley soaped her up, and got the worst of the worst off. As Bobby rinsed her with the hose, he muttered, "She definitely smells better."
"Yeah, until next time." Crowley studied her for a minute. "Okay, she's clean."
Bobby shut off the hose, and the wheelbarrow rocked as the hellhound shook itself, spraying both of them with water.
A whistle from the porch, and the hound leapt out of the wheelbarrow and into the arms of Sam, who crouched at the edge of the porch, fully dressed, his wet hair streaming along his face. He laughed as the dog licked his face.
Bobby sighed. "You never told me what you pulled to get us a tame hellhound, either."
"That, Bobby, is a need to know thing. And you don't need to know. Yet."
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:31 am (UTC)The Most Powerful Weapon
Date: 2010-10-08 07:20 pm (UTC)Ben was so frustrated he actually stamped his foot. "Why do you keep saying no?"
Dean smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder. "Two reasons. One, your mother would kill me dead if I taught you how to shoot behind her back. Same with knife-handling and hand-to-hand. Talk to her first."
"You said two reasons."
"Yeah. Two, because you already use the most powerful weapon you have. And you're the only one who can use this one."
Ben blinked at him. "What is it? Some kind of supernatural mumbo-jumbo I've got inside me?"
"No," Dean said. He tapped Ben's forehead gently with the pad of his forefinger. "It's this. Your mind, Ben. You're smart -- use that intelligence. All the brawn in the world won't help you if you can't think straight."
"You're not as smart--"
"I am. I just hid it because I had Sam." His face fell a little, like it always did when he spoke of his trapped brother. "He thrived on research and on study. He was excellent at it. So we fell into the routine that he was the brains and I was the brawn. But I'm as smart as him, and smarter in some ways."
His hand curled back around Ben's shoulder and his eyes were deadly serious as they bored into Ben's. "You're smart. Quit hiding it."
When he released Ben, he found himself being hugged by the boy. He smiled and returned the warm hug.
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