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- No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
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Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, our own kind of happiness
Losers/Supernatural, Jensen/Ash, the unhackable hack (eat it, dust cloud)
If there's nothing catching your eye, you can check out our lonely prompts - just remember that the contest should be starting tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2010-10-17 08:00 am (UTC)Sorry for the complete lack of anything even resembling Pr0n :(
Date: 2010-10-20 11:13 am (UTC)Seducing Eliot was a process that came in three stages.
The first was ice packs and heat packs, off the shelf painkillers because anything more would screw up his sleep for the night, gentle music or something brainless on the TV or something complex in the kitchen.
They're quietly attentive during this part, talking about everything and nothing and letting the tension of the con slide away. There'll be something left behind though, some tension deeper than just the last few days, the most recent job. Whether some echo of a recent nightmare or a reminder of something mostly buried, he only got so caught up when something was haunting him.
Sometimes that would be enough - everything else unravelling in the bedroom, leaving him tired and undone, a night's sleep enough to shake the rest. Sometimes he needed more than that.
The next stage came after dinner, and their methods always differed slightly. If it was Nate's turn to wash up then Sophie would coax Eliot down onto a seat somewhere - the sofa if she thought the remembered trauma was from his childhood, their bedroom if the memories were pain and torture, a stool in the kitchen with Nate if it had been a close call for the team and he just needed reminding they were alright. She would surround him with touch, nothing sexual - not yet - just strong firm contact. When a little of that deeply buried tension had eased she would work away the rest with her hands, until he was lax and easy and supported against her.
Nate's method involved a game on the TV to shout and groan and cheer at, and beer on hand. When he stopped drinking Eliot had given him a long look when he'd handed over that first beer, frown on easing even after Nate had shown off his own coffee. He'd accepted it, though, because he needed it. Part of a routine too deeply ingrained now to fight again.
By whatever means, they talked him down, talked that tension out of him, put his mind solidly in the here and now. Then, with Eliot lax and easy and right there with them, the pain and darkness pushed back into the shadows of his mind, they could put their hands and bodies to better use.
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Date: 2010-10-21 05:12 am (UTC)Which is just what he needs, right? One more person on the team who thinks she knows it all and doesn’t need to listen to the grumpy guy whose job it is to pull her ass out of the fire.
She does swing a mean iron, though, gotta give her that.
And it is a very nice ass.
Not that he’s noticed. Much.
Admit it, you kinda like me now.
He might, though there’s no way in hell he’s admitting it. At least, not out loud. But there are worse things to do in this world than watch a strong, intelligent, competent woman at work, and he’s not fool enough to pass up that pleasure. She’s a professional, with the skills they need (hell, she’d conned all of them at first, hadn’t she?), and, as a professional himself, he can appreciate that.
Appreciate her.
She’s not Sophie, has none of Sophie’s softness or smooth gentility … but, hell, she’s not Parker, either. She’s tough, cool, hard-edged and razor sharp … and completely sane.
Always a plus, right?
She also has a natural talent for irritating Nate, which is more than a little amusing. Nate might be a genius, but he’s an arrogant sonofabitch with frequent lapses into outright assholery, and any time his balloon gets popped is prime entertainment. And, frankly, it’s nice having someone else around to call him on his bullshit. Hardison is still too young and still a bit too impressed by the man’s brilliance, and Parker is just too … Parker. Keeping the team safe, even from Nate’s excesses, might be his job, but he’ll take all the help he can get.
Especially from someone with Tara’s ass … assets.
She clearly knows her way around a con, though he has a very strong suspicion that’s not really her training. He also suspects he knows where she got her training, suspects it was from much the same place he got his. They’re more alike than they are different, which probably explains why they work so well together. They seem to understand each other, which is kind of … nice.
Admit it, you kinda like me now.
He won’t admit it, not in a million years. At least, not out loud.
But he will put up with the brass and the sass and the attitude, grumble when she doesn’t listen to him and snicker when she pricks Nate, and go on pulling her ass out of the fire when what he really what he wants to do is knock her flat on it. Because she’s part of the team now, part of the family, and keeping her safe, even from herself, is part of his job.
And, yeah, it really is a nice ass.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:04 am (UTC)So he pushes and pushes until he makes it happen. Flirts with all the girls, buys them drinks, a hand on their lower back as he leans in close to talk to them.
He can feel it happen, feel the jealousy rolling in waves off Steve, even from across the room. A smirk curls his lips and...
And Steve is stalking across the room; eyes narrowed, forehead wrinkled just so and the tops of his cheeks pink. There's a warning growl nanoseconds before Steve's hands fist in the lapels of Christian's shirt, tugging him up into a fierce, possessive kiss before bodily dragging him out of the bar.
This time they make it as far as Christian's truck in the parking lot - Christian bent over it, hands braced on the hood as Steve's fucking him, growling 'mine'
Yeah, Chris likes it when Steve's a little jealous
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Date: 2010-10-17 04:15 pm (UTC)Because Sam Winchester is My Friend
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Date: 2010-10-17 06:48 pm (UTC)Castiel is bleeding, bloody, and the thing he regrets most at this moment is that he doesn't have the Grace necessary to clean Jimmy's clothing.
He doesn't want the spreading red stains to stick, but that is something he can't help but want gone.
There is a hand in his hair, and his head is being dragged up to meet Lucifer's eyes, and all Castiel can think is that he is going to die, and he won't even have left Jimmy with clean clothing.
"You don't seem to know how to survive fights, even the ones you have won," Lucifer says, and Castiel can't even begin to wonder at what he means.
But Lucifer sighs and hauls him up, forcing Castiel to stand on unsteady legs.
His mind feels dizzy, and he feels like he's fading, drifting away.
But Lucifer puts a hand on his forehead and there is the sudden heat of a blast of power, and Castiel's mind sharpens into clear focus.
He blinks and the clothing is clean, and he has his sword, and Lucifer is smiling darkly.
"Your Winchesters are coming. I'm afraid our talk must wait for later," Lucifer says, and vanishes.
Csatiel has Grace in him, he is strong again, but he can feel it, can feel how it's not his own power.
He can feel Lucifer's taint in his bones, but he cannot reject it, and before he can think about it more Dean and Sam round the corner, coming into view.
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Date: 2010-10-17 09:10 am (UTC)“What the hell do you think you’re doing? That’s my girlfriend you’ve got your hands all over. And why are her jeans undone?”
“Calm down, Rhys. She had a bad day.”
“So?”
“So…I’m helping her out here.”
“By shagging her?”
“Well, yeah, of course. It’s what I do.”
“You’re joking.”
“No, really. How do you think Ianto got over Lisa so quickly? Or Tosh after Mary? Or any of them after the cannibals?”
“Jack, you can’t just fix everyone’s issues with your dick!”
“You say that now, but give me 20 minutes and I’ll prove I can.”
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