Friday: Free For All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

The weekend begins now! Or, well, close enough. Friday is upon us all over again, and to get the spring in your step even before you find freedom, we've got our Free For All! That's right, any fandom, characters, and prompt will do.


Just be sure to follow our usual 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 please! If you've got spoilers in your reply you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

-Please, for the love of my beloved code monkeys, format your prompts correctly! For example:

Sandman, Delirium, if wishes were marbles we'd all be eating hopscotch

Discworld/Dresden Files, Death/Harry, I'm not sure what you're doing here considering your hourglass isn't empty yet

Nothing catching your eye today? We've got plenty of great prompts that haven't gotten answers yet. They're not left overs, they're just lonely, so please check them out!

Ready now? Let's get this started!

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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Sandman, Delirium, if wishes were marbles we'd all be eating hopscotch

Filled!

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

So.

Um.

If the unicorns were wishes, would we have to weave nets out of marshmallows to get them? They might eat those and their tummies might get all full and they won’t have any room for the lollipops.

If lollipops were like marbles we could eat our wars and it would be peachy keen, like ice cream and hopscotch.

Wishes are marbles, sometimes, and that’s when we have to eat hopscotch.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Discworld/Dresden Files, Death/Harry, I'M NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE CONSIDERING YOUR HOURGLASS ISN'T EMPTY YET

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Sandman/Inception, Delirium/Arthur, learning the lesson of impossible objects

~wooo~

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

When the dream starts to shift around him, Patrick Arthur McCann thinks he's finally snapped.

HeLLO ArthUR

He spins in place, gaping at the girl in his dreams (there are never there people in his dreams, why is she here? who is she?) as she walks out of the swirling mess that used to be a perfectly ordered hallway.

YoU HAVe a VERy nicE miND SoRRy AbouT the MESs

"Who are you?"

I'M hERe tO TeaCH YoU dReaMInG

He blinks at her for a moment, wondering if he really has gone crazy. Though, if he had, he wouldn't have expected it to take this particular form.

"That's not actually what I asked," he points out.

She frowns and Patrick feels terrible about it. It's like kicking a puppy.

SORRy I'm NOt pEoPLe

"It's ok. Really, it's ok. What about dreaming are you supposed to teach me?"

He's trying to make his subconscious delusion feel better. He really has cracked.

But she smiles and for a moment it's pure delight.

dREaMiNG my BrOthER SaID bUT YOu KnoW thAT AlREaDy

And he's confused again.

"I'm really not sure I do."

She blinks at him and he stares back, watching her mismatched eyes.

HOw oLD ArE yoU

"Sixteen."

Her grin now is just a little too big, something not quite right. Something old and inhuman. He isn't sure he likes it. He isn't sure he doesn't like it.

THiS wiLl bE FUn

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

The Middleman, Wendy Watson, art

Mixed Mediums, The Middleman, Wendy Watson, art

[nonky.livejournal.com]

Army brats either loved or hated the military. She'd hated it as a kid because there was never enough time with her friends before she was moving on or they were – never enough space to take all her old toys, never enough notice to say goodbye to everyone. Wendy Watson's pacifism was more like bitterness after her father disappeared. She didn't know what had happened to him, but she knew it had happened because he was a soldier.

When she became a sidekick, she suspected the military was a lot different than she'd remembered. The Middleman was thoughtful and funny. He wanted to be her friend and took her suggestions seriously. He wasn't conceited, chauvinistic or harsh. She started to wonder if her old impressions were more the trials of being a child than being a soldier's child.

Still, it took a while. There were her first few weeks of unpaid probation until Sensei Ping could show up, then the snafu where Sensei Ping was kidnapped by Lucudores in an incident that could have happened to anybody – least of all an as-yet-unpaid, untrained Middle sidekick. Boss drove her crazy with his paranoia and overreactions. She appreciated the save from the gorilla wielding a machine gun, but did he have to break down her door and pummel her boyfriend? He definitely did not have to look down Lacey's top, even if he was just that tall.

Wendy had been mulling over her real prospects in the job when Sensei Ping shot a fist out toward her face in the dojo. She was completely new to fighting, because art school didn't have a lot of fisticuffs. Mostly they would have drawn unflattering portraits of each other and put them on cars in the parking lot. Wendy Watson should have lost her head metaphorically, if not literally. It should have been the beginning of a long and horrendous experience having her mother nurse her back to health.

She dodged, ducked the fist and came up around on his other side, shuffling madly and giving him the only comeback she had in her arsenal – the incredulous stare. Sensei Ping came at her again, kicking at her knee. She moved even faster than the first time. The panic melted away to action, the action turned into a kind of base pleasure, and by the end of the session she felt amazing. Every muscle knew what to do at the right time, every instinct was correct for protecting her body, her arms could reach longer, her legs could stretch taller. She could remember tumbling in her preschool twenty years ago with the same freedom and lack of worry. Even the attacks that hit her spurred her to work harder and she was thankful for them.

Wendy Watson had been an artist as long as she could remember. Sensei Ping made her another kind of artist and she took joy in it. A Middleman used violence only as a last resort, but she could use her confidence and poise every day on the job.

She could do this. She could help save the world. Maybe one day, if there was no other way, she could save the world.

Fill: Lovers Never Weary

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Jared’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he immediately clamps a hand over it, trying to stifle the noise. He looks around the table to see if anyone else noticed and sees Jensen giving him a raised eyebrow. The younger man shrugs.

“-Jared?” Too late, he realizes that Sera has asked him a question.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Patiently, she repeats it, something about Sam’s headspace in the episode they’re about to film, and Jared answers her quickly.

“I think that’s it then,” she says, standing with a smile. “Thanks, guys.”

After she leaves, Jensen trailing after, Jared takes out his phone and reads one missed call. It’s from Richard. Jared shakes his head in amusement, because what could his boyfriend possibly have to tell him since they last saw each other together ten minutes ago?

Jared pockets the phone and steps outside. Richard is waiting for him, and as he walks over, the larger man asks, “What was so important it just couldn’t wait?”

Richard smiles, and to Jared it’s like another sun has risen. “I missed you.”

Jared pulls him into a kiss.

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Community, Abed & Troy (or Abed/Troy), five years later

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Amy, red

[allira-dream.livejournal.com]

Rory is telling him why the idea of going deep into a forbidden area is a Very Bad Idea. The Doctor loves him for trying, he really does, and he also feels a little bad that they both know that all Rory's efforts are going to go to waste. Next time, he thinks, Rory should choose where they'll go and the Doctor will make extra sure that they get there on time for nothing bad to happen.

"-- you know, that's why Little Red Riding Hood got eaten by the Big Bad Wolf, she didn't hear the very wise advise not to go to--"

But then Amy snorts. Rory stops and the Doctor stops and they both turn towards Amy.

"Something to share with the class, Amelia?" the Doctor asks, more amused than he ought to be. Amy causes that on him almost all the time. Not in a bad way, more like he found an equal. Someone who has the same or at least familiar hunger he does for the unknown.

"Well, that's the boring version on the story," Amy says, shrugging. "The true one was that Red wanted adventures and she became friends with the Wolf. And yeah, sure, they got into a bit of troubles every now and then, but frankly? If you ask me, I think she loved every minute of it."

She then does the shrugging thing she does where she looks impish and naïve and mischievous, all at the same time. The Doctor knows he's grinning hard. Rory sighs, knowing that he just lost - as if he didn't know it already.

"My dear Amy Pond," the Doctor says, his grin as wide and impish as hers. "I couldn't agree more."

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, choosing pumpkins at a pumpkin patch

Filled!

[griffinmaxwell.livejournal.com]

I wrote this awhile back but forgot to post it! Sorry.

Fill:
Sam blew into his cupped hands, trying to keep warm in the New England autumn cold.

“What are we doing out here again?” Sam asked, even though he really did know the answer.

“Picking out a pumpkin, duh, Sammy!”

Sam sighed as he watched Gabriel run around the pumpkin patch.

“I understand that much. I’m just wondering why you don’t just create one, instead of dragging me out here.”

Gabriel turned around and pouted. “Saaaaamy. Finding the perfect pumpkin is the best part of Halloween!”

“Fine. Let’s just find one and and get somewhere warm.”

“That one!” Gabriel exclaimed, running ahead. Sam muttered something about needing an Archangel leash before following. He found Gabriel standing next to what looked like the perfect pumpkin, perfect in shape colour and size. “I want this one!”

Sam looked at the pumpkin suspiciously. “You just made that, didn’t you?”

Gabriel grinned.

“If you were just going make one, why the hell are we here?”

“Maybe I just wanted to get to spend time. And you’re just adorable with your nose all red like that.” Gabriel leaned in and kissed Sam’s nose. When he pulled away there was a mug of hot cider in Sam’s hand.

“I haven’t decide if I love you or hate you right now.”

“You know it’s all love.”

Sam pulled a bitchface but couldn’t really argue.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, empty nest

[myconstant.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven/Amy, chaos theory

[kayim.livejournal.com]

Push, Nick Gant, New and unique ways he can use his ability.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, any/any, a death in the family

RPS, Christian/Steve, PG - Heartbroken.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Steve sat there, one arm around Christian's shoulder, pulling him tight against his side, letting him know he was there. He said nothing - what could he say?

A small noise left Christian and he sagged against Steve. His hands covered his face, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

Steve's heart rose into his throat, and he blinked back his own tears. He shifted around on the couch and pulled Christian into his arms, kissing the top of his head. He ignored the disproving looks he could feel from the older members of the Kane family - right now he couldn't care less what they thought of him and Christian's relationship. Right now, all he cared about was that Christian needed him.

[kayim.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs, Trying to find the perfect birthday gift for Abby.

[kayim.livejournal.com]

Sons of Anarchy, Jax Teller, If Wishes Were Horses.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Chloe, Catherine/Chloe, "I gave up everything for you."

[myconstant.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Stefan/Caroline, moving fast

[sakru909.livejournal.com]

Amnesia: The Dark Descent, Daniel, hands covered in innocent blood.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/any, "Everything you can imagine is real." ~Pablo Picasso

No fic but...

[ceilingninja.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous prompt!

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Kate/Will, childhood stories

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any angels + any Winchester, you left a trail of broken angels to get here

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Castiel, wing grooming and treating some wounds

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

A Bit of Fry and Laurie/Jeeves and Wooster/Torchwood, Tony + Jeeves + Ianto, comparing how they make coffee and tea

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

no fic yet

May have yelped when i saw this. This will be done. Soon

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel and Jimmy are the Wonder Twins

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean/Castiel; It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Dean is started to get the feeling that it’s more than that.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Crowley, they don't "stop to smell the roses" but they do appreciate the little things

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Their relationship is all about the sex. The sessions where Crowley makes Gabriel suck him off, and the sessions when Gabriel fucks him into the mattress (and the walls and the floor and Crowley's breakfast) and the sessions when in exchange for sucking him off, Crowley lets Gabriel tie him up and make him beg for more.

That's what it's about. Not the times when Gabriel doesn't leave immediately after, wrapped around Crowley, drumming odd melodies into Crowley's skin.

It's not about Crowley leaving out some high quality chocolates on the nightstand, and it's not about some well made leashes and collars showing up in Crowley's Hound Kennel. (Although at least one of those things finds its way into their sex.)

It's all about the sex.

But Crowley smiles when he discovers the card to a good tailor on his breakfast toast, with the note 'he's as good as your old one - I checked' and Gabriel shows up later in an exquisitely tailored suit.

It's all about the sex, and they're going to keep telling themselves that for as long as it takes.