Wednesday - Fluff!

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Happy Wednesday everyone! With the horrors being thrown at us from any given TV-screen these days I feel there's a need for a break. So, today the theme will be Fluff! - sugar spun dreams of happiness and cuddling, enough to give solace to even the most bitter and jaded soul! So, go forth and make the world just a little bit more nice, just remember to follow the rules!

+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts from a fandom
+ No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date
+ If your prompt is filled then feel free to leave another.

Please use the following format to make things easier for our codemonkeys (second set is for crossovers):

Doctor Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, icecream on a purple beach
Hawaii 5-0, Danny/Steve + Grace, A day at the zoo

Justified/Leverage, Raylan/Eliot, horsebackriding through the mountains
Doctor Who/Torchwood, Eleven/Captain Jack, Shopping for clothes

(Tag=fluff)

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Doctor Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, icecream on a purple beach

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Hawaii 5-0, Danny/Steve + Grace, A day at the zoo

breaking my H50 fic cherry!! XD only 8 episodes in tho

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"It'll eat you, you know," Danny said, squatting to chomp noisily at Grace's shoulder. "If you get too close."

Grace looked fearfully at the hippo and back at her father again. Her pigtails seemed to vibrate with the flash of fear in her eyes. "It will not."

"It will!" Danny grinned. "You know how I know? The monkey cage is waaaaaay over there. Because hippos eat monkeys, monkey." He chomped again. Grace squeaked and backed up right into Steve's legs. He gave a soft whoa and laid a hand on the top of her head to steady her.

She tilted her head up into the touch, squinting up at his face, dark hair framed by the sun like a halo. "They don't eat monkeys, right?"

Steve met Danny's eyes, and Danny wrinkled his brow, that c'mon, back me up here look Steve was so familiar with by now. But the pleading gaze of a child always won the day. "Nah, they don't," he said, smiling faintly down at her. "They're vegetarians. They eat plants."

Grace visibly relaxed. Danny bristled. "Hey, hey. You're undermining my parental authority over here."

"But," Steve added, "you do kind of look like a string bean to me."

She pouted. "I do not."

"You do." Steve shot a grin at Danny. "If I were a hippo, I'd think, that looks like an awfully tasty string bean."

Grace circled his legs to hide behind him.

"But, then again, that's a pretty meaty-looking detective taking care of that string bean," Steve went on. "Yeah, I think you're probably safe with Danno around."

Grace squeezed his legs briefly and ran back to her father. Danny gave Steve a sidelong look. "Do you have to use that name in front of her?"

"You do," Steve pointed out as they began to cross the zoo toward the monkey cage. "And you're welcome, by the way. For that unsolicited endorsement."

"Hrmrm," was Danny's only response. But as they turned, he laid his hand briefly on Steve's shoulder.

And if it lingered there a moment longer than it needed to, well, only the hippo noticed.

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Justified/Leverage, Raylan/Eliot, horsebackriding through the mountains

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Doctor Who/Torchwood, Eleven/Captain Jack, Shopping for clothes

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Supernatural, Gabriel/Crowley, mandatory cuddling day

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It was one of the things Gabriel had insisted on at the beggining of their relationship.

A day for nothing but cuddling was something that Crowley insisted Demons didnt do but Gabriel had pointed out that supposedly falling in love was something demons didnt do either.

Crowley had retorted what made Gabe think he was in love?

Gabriel had just smiled in that infuriatingly smug way he had and Crowley had grudgingly agreed to a mandatory cuddling day.

Even though he would never admit it, Crowley enjoyed the cuddling just as much as Gabriel did. It was nice to just hold his lover with no expevtations.

[somehowunbroken]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + Grace, Sunday morning and pancakes and cartoons

Filled

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On sunday mornings Steve would pretend to sleep through Grace bursting in thier room and loudly demand that Danno help her with making pancakes.

He'd wait 30 minutes then go downstairs, making huge fake yawns to announce his prescence. He kisses Danny good morning and drops a kiss on Grace's forehead when she hands him his coffee. She always makes it too sweet but Steve drinks it anyways because it makes her smile.

Then he takes Graces hand and they go to the living room to argue over what cartoon to watch. Usually they end up watching The Lion King, because Grace loves it and Steve thinks Timon and Pumba are funny.

When the movie has played for 15 minutes Danny will bring out the pancakes on a platter.

Gracie will run back to the kitchen for the butter, syrup, peanut butter and apple butter.

Steve will lift the pancakes up until he finds the irregularly shaped slightly burned pancakes that Gracie made and serve himself half of them, being sure to add plenty of apple butter to cover the smokey taste.

Danny will take the other half of Gracie's pancakes and smother them in butter and syrup.

Gracie will get nothing but perfect pancakes. She spreads peanut butter on them and rolls them up before consuming the pancakes.

It's peaceful and wonderful.

Steve and Danny bless the fact that their kind of criminals usually take sunday morning off.

[somehowunbroken]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, weddingfic!

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Supernatural; Castiel/Adam (+ Sam and Dean?); handholding.

Translucence, Castiel/Adam, PG

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If Sam's soul had been torn to shreds, Adam's had been beaten to a pulp. Michael never possessed Lucifer's cruelty, was a brute rather than a sadist, and Adam's soul is fixable in ways Sam's will never be.

Castiel knows the boy will never entirely heal, but Adam seems content to have a guardian angel of a very literal persuasion. Castiel has no quarrel with him; Sam and Dean demand oversized shares of his time with little tolerance for his company, while Adam asks for nothing and desires everything. Castiel can be selfish once in a while.

Castiel knows his staring bothers most people, but Adam catches his hand when he consciously looks away. Adam likes touch, likes how it grounds him to Earth after the equivalent of lifetimes in the Pit.

"Don't," Adam says, squeezing Castiel's wrist a little too tight, and Castiel looks back at him, feels the grip on his hand loosen to something more like a caress. "You - the blue, it's. You don't hurt." Adam breathes out shakily, not quite on a sob, but on something frightened and uncertain. "You're constant."

Castiel raises his other hand to Adam's jaw, brushes his thumb lightly across the soft skin of Adam's cheek. "Eternal," he corrects, knowing he is more capable of change than any other angel.

Adam shudders as Castiel leans in, but it's Adam who closes the last inches between them, kissing him hard and pressing bodily up against him before stepping back sharply, staring at him again.

Castiel doesn't say anything, waits for Adam to find his own words again.

"I needed that," Adam says, almost defensively. Castiel nods, licks his lips, and Adam fists both hands in his shirt, pulling him close again. "I wanted that," he adds, and Castiel reaches up, closes his hands over Adam's and holds them there.

"You're allowed to," Castiel replies, and when Adam leans in to rest against his shoulder rather than kissing him again, he takes no offense.

When Adam starts sobbing, Castiel lets him. It's the first time he's wept since Castiel's allies dragged him out of the Pit.

Tears cleanse. Tears heal. And more than anything, Castiel wants this boy, undeserving of any of the burdens placed on his shoulder, to find peace.

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Hawaii Five-0, kid!Steve and kid!Mary, Saturday morning breakfast with Mom and Dad

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Supernatural, Cupids + any, when cupids discover the Free Hugs Campaign (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_Hugs_Campaign)

FILLED: "Make Hugs, Not War"

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Posted here (http://community.livejournal.com/bodasdesangre/30708.html).

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Supernatural; Lucifer/any; he can be very sweet, when he chooses to be.

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Lucifer takes his time healing him, spends hours rubbing lotion onto sore skin and bandaging cuts and burns and more injuries besides.

When Dean curses at him, tells him that he doesn't want this, Lucifer doesn't snap at him, or snap his bones. Instead he calmly tells him to be quiet and to stop moving, and Dean has no choice but to obey, not when he suddenly cannot breathe or blink or do anything until he stops trying to get up and speak.

Dean, much as he appreciates how good it feels to be cared for (not that he'd admit it), hates these times, when Lucifer is serene and angelic and if Dean hadn't felt Lucifer cause these injuries himself he would think that this was some other angel entirely.

---

Kisses down his spine, gentle fingers on his arms, and Dean must be dreaming, he doesn't hurt at all and -

oh.

Dean never knew that you could bite there, and he's sure he never wanted to find out.

Lucifer's done being nice.

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White Collar, Mozzie + Neal or Mozzie/Neal, downtime between jobs (browsing museums, out to dinner, plotting the next score, just relaxing together; it's up to you!)

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Mozzie is on a bench, looking pensive, tapping his finger against his lips, while Neal, with his hands in his pockets, is standing and looking up at the masterpiece. As tall and as wide as the wall, it is a grand mural depicting the despair and slaughter of thousands of Irishman at the hands of Oliver Cromwell. It is horribly vibrant and exquisitely beautiful.

"You can sit down."

Neal look at Mozzie, who is starting to look like a statue. "We've been on our feet all day--and last night, too. We're supposed to relax."

Neal smiles. He looks back up at the mural, then goes over to the bench and sits down next to Mozzie. They don't speak, just look at the masterpiece in front of them, and Neal thinks he's never been so warm before.

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Supernatural, Gabriel/any, Gabriel's been shrunk down to pocket-sized and he can't mojo himself back for a week...therefore he needs someone to give him a lift so he doesn't get stepped on.

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Supernatural; Gabriel /or& Uriel; the two youngest archangels, and the epic pranks they pulled.

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Covenant, Reid/Tyler, napping outside in the summer sun by a lake

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Firefly, Kaylee, Collecting cuddles

Filled: Warmth in the Cold of the Black

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It starts out with a list. Kaylee keeps it next to her bunk in her room, where she knows no one will see it. Well, River might, but Kaylee doesn't mind. There are eight names on the list, each one with stars next to them that indicate how receptive they might be to the outcome of Kaylee's plan. Mal, Inara, and Wash each have one star, as they're the most likely to go along with it, but Jayne and Simon each have five stars. River just has a question mark; it's hard to judge how the other young woman might react, so Kaylee's leaving her for last.

Kaylee puts her plan into motion one day after a particularly bad job, opting to start with her Captain, as he seems to be the one most in need of her particular skill set. It's ridiculously easy to find him; it's almost as if Serenity knows that her captain's in need of some comfort, because Kaylee can almost swear that her girl is brightening the lights as she walks, showing the way to the cockpit. Mal's there all alone, staring moodily out at the great inky darkness of the Black as he leans against the back of Wash's empty chair.

It's a perfect setup, and Kaylee manages to sneak up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist, hugging him as tightly as she can. Mal startles a bit, but soon relaxes when he figures out just who has grabbed hold of him.

'You startled me, Kaylee. Don't you know it ain't good to sneak up on an old military man?' he asks, turning so that he can see her better. She lets him, loosening her grip so that she can duck under one of his arms and see his face.

'You looked all thinky, Capt'n, and I figured you needed some cuddles 'cause of everything that happened with Masler an' all,' Kaylee replies, giving Mal one last hug before letting him go. 'It's no good thinkin' on things that ya can't change, anyways.'

Mal gives her a look, one that involves an eyebrow raising and a half-amused smile. 'You've been talkin' to the Shepherd, haven't you?'

Kaylee shakes her head. 'Nope; It's just something my daddy used to say.' With that, she leaves him, hoping that the hug has made him feel at least a little bit better.(C)

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Covenant, Reid/Tyler, Reid gets Tyler a puppy

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Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, Sunday Morning

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Covenant, Reid/Tyler, making breakfast

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any, any, comforting after getting an ice cream headache from eating too fast.

Doctor Who, child!Amy/child!Rory

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After playing with her Raggedy Doctor puppets and racing each other on bicycles, Amelia and Rory decided to have an ice cream eating contest.

With bowels filled with vanilla bean ice cream (with sprinkles) and the intimidating glares they had been practicing on each other firmly planted on their faces, the clock ticked 3.00, and they were off!

Amelia had the advantage: she actually liked vanilla bean ice cream (with sprinkles). But Rory, ever wanting to impress Amelia, had the drive and a wide mouth. They were neck-and-neck, flinging ice cream into their mouths like they were starving, the sugar becoming sticky on their fingers, spoons, mouths, shirts and some of Amelia's hair. In the end, they had a tie.

"Ha! I--" Rory stopped his celebration and leaned in towards Amelia. "Amy? Do you have a brain freeze?"

Amelia's head was cradled in her hands, her long red hair covering everything. She nodded.

Rory got out from his chair, going under the table and emerging next to Amy. He pulled her head from her hands and stared into his eyes. He pouted a little, the creamy sugar at the corners of his mouth resembling the red at the corner of a clown's mouth. His sticky fingers rested on the side of Amelia's head and Amelia, for once, felt no need to comment or ask questions. Rory found her temples and started to rub little circles into them.

"This'll warm your head up!" Rory said with a big smile.

Even though it didn't work and the headahce lingered until she slept that night, Amelia smiled.

all I could think was 'catnip!'

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"Did a plant explode in here or what?" Sam asks, staring at how green the ceiling is. And how green the walls are, the sofa, the carpet.

Castiel shrugs helplessly from his position on the floor, holding a lapful of purring archangel.

As Gabriel is curled up in Cas' lap, eyes closed, looking for all the world like an over-sized cat, an effect that's only made worse by how he's purring.

"What happened?" Sam asks, and eeps as Gabriel jumps up, bounding over to him and hugging him tightly, still purring.

"...mint," Cas says dryly, and stands up. "It...changes him."

"Like catnip?"

Cas blinks at him, not understanding, so Sam shrugs and hugs Gabriel back.

Gabriel makes a whuffling sound and sticks his head under Sam's arm, then slides down and hugs his leg.

"...how long until this wears off?"

Castiel shrugs his shoulders again, and reaches down to touch Gabriel's head.

"I would estimate several hours," Castiel says. "Longer if we neglect to remove the mint."

Sam watches as Gabriel climbs up Castiel's coat until he's standing again and hugs him tightly and sighs fondly.

"I'll get the hose."

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Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid + Jack, Reid gets to be the cool dad.

Filled

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Jack wasn't too sure about Spencer at first.

He remembered the way Sammy's parents had reacted to Jaimie's mommys when they had showed up at parent night holding hands.

If two super nice ladies holding hands was bad wouldn't two guys holding hands be bad too?

But only if they were not family. It was Ok when Daddy held Jack's hand because then he was being protective. (Even though Jack was old enough to walk across the street by himself, Daddy still insisted.)

So he had been a bit reluctant at first to like Spencer, even though Spencer was really cool and knew EVERYTHING!

Like, why do dogs sniff eachothers buts? Or why is the sky blue and the plants green? Or what color your snot turned when you had differant diseases.

You know, the important questions.

Daddy and Spencer had been sad when Jack wasn't happy for them, so Daddy took Jack aside and asked him what was wrong.

Jack told him about Sammy and Jaimies's parents and his worry over whether Sammy's parents were right.

Daddy had explained about Love and religion and some other stuff that Jack didn't really understand but which essentially meant that it was ok for Daddy and Spencer to hold hands because they loved each other very much.

Then it was ok for Jack to like Spencer.

He liked Spencer even more when he showed Jack the phsyics magic trick that made him king of the playground for a week and got Emily to sit by him at lunch.

He had the coolest dads EVER!

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Gossip Girl, Nate/Dan, cuddling on the couch

FILLED:Misconstrued: Nate/Dan: Rated T+

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Dan wasn't entirely sure how this had happened. When he'd offered for Nate to spend the night after getting drunk, he had meant that he could have his room while he crashed on the considerably lumpier, uncomfortable couch because, hey - Dan was a good friend and he knew how the privileged got when they didn't get their beauty sleep.

His bed didn't have silk sheets or a warm, fluffy comforter, or whatever the Hell Nate might have been used to, but...it was there.

So why, then, was he sprawled on his back with Nate on top, snorting lightly into the curve of his neck? He couldn't do anything to change the position either, because every time he even made the slightest move to shift, those slightly parted lips brushed his skin and Nate squirmed, snuggling closer and tighter.

"Hey," he murmered quietly, uncertainly, hands curling into that soft, brown hair. "Nate..."

"Mmmm, Dan..."

Oh, for the love of - Dan let out a surprised chuckle.

"You're still drunk?" he asked, looking down at the serene face as Nate slowly opened his eyes, blinking languid, darker than he was used to, eyes up at him.

"Nope." Nate leant up and kissed him lightly, arms winding about his neck.

"Right. Because that...was totally sober," Dan managed through his shock, leaning away. "Off."

"'Kay," Nate said, his hands skimming under Dan's shirt so he yelped.

"Hey, what're you - I didn't mean that!"

"No?" Nate smiled lazily up at him.

"No! I mean, off me!"

"Oh..." Nate nodded, hands drifting lower to snap the buttons of his jeans instead. Dan felt his heart stop-start and then he pushed at his friend's chest, alarmed.

"Nate - what-? No-"

"Shhh," was the soft growl of a reply, lips covering his own softly, insistant. Dan let out an exasperated huff of air in the gasp between their lips.

"Quit screwing around, Nate! Fu - ooh!"

He then bit his own lower lip as Nate proceeded to palm and stroke his member, coaxing it to hardness through his boxer briefs...

"Nate..."

"Please." Nate sighed. "Dan...want -"

"You want a shrink," was the firm retort. Dan groaned as Nate squeezed his balls in retaliation, thumb stroking down his shaft slowly, brushing over the head. "Ah -!"

"Want you."

Oh, God. Dan arched to his hand, bucking to the more firmer strokes. Nate didn't know what he was doing, he told himself. But he did. So why was he letting this happen?

He'd worry about it later, he thought, allowing his 'friend' to capture his lips in a hard kiss, moaning freely, easily into his mouth. Mmmm, much later.

***

turned out more smutty than I intended, but...I hope you like? Got a chance to write more Nate/Dan so I'm happy. :D

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DC comics, Superboy/Robin (Tim), bringing him home to meet the family.

The Folks

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The Kents

“There’s going to be pie,” Kon warns. Tim gives him a flat, faintly amused look.

“The terror,” he says. He wiggles his fingers for emphasis. Kon huffs.

“You’re not taking this very seriously,” he complains; Tim looks like he might burst out laughing at any moment.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says, holding his hands up, a gesture of surrender. “You’re right. This is very serious. What with the pie and the cows. It’s like downtown Gotham out there. Should I bring my costume?”

“Like you haven’t already got it packed,” Kon mutters, arms crossed. Tim laughs behind his hand.

--

The Waynes

“He’s not going to kill you.”

“You don’t know that,” Kon replies, throwing his hands up. He’s really considering jumping out the window, especially considering the fact that he can fly and all. Tim gives him a look that is one part amused, one part exasperated and one part pure terrifying.

“He’s not going to kill you,” Tim repeats, calmly. He goes back to typing at his laptop, like Kon’s life isn’t even in peril. Some boyfriend he is.

“You just watch,” Kon says. “He’s going to string me up from the power lines.”

“I promise to defend you valiantly,” Tim says without looking up. “We had a deal.”

“I know,” Kon says. He looks out the window again, longingly. “I know, and I’ll go. But you promise, right? Because if he comes after me with, like, a kryptonite bat-sword…”

“He won’t,” Tim snorts. He looks up and gives Kon a brief, blinding grin. “But yes, I promise.”

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Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Percy/Nico, lie here with me and just forget the world

Kathodos

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Too big for a comment, linkage (http://measuringlife.livejournal.com/721334.html).