Friday Free For All

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

It is that time of the week again. Time for us to let it loose and let it all hang out and party with the fic-y goodness.

Any prompt, any fandom, any pairing or no pairing, any anything...Go wild...but you still have to follow the rules.

Only 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom, but you can always leave more once yours have been answered. No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after air/publish date, and if you have spoilers in your fill, please warn and leave at least three spaces before your fic so people can skip it.

Remember to format your prompts properly.

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, at the end of all things
Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, when the lights go down
Hawaii 5-0, Steve/Danny, five seconds

If none of today's prompts are tickling your writer's palate, try some of our Lonely Prompts on for size (Yay for mixed metaphors!)

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[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, at the end of all things

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, when the lights go down

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

" 'Cause when the lovin' starts and the lights go down..." Elliot sang along to the radio as he moved around the kitchen, humming when his mouth was full from tasting whatever he was working on.

"...move me until the sun comes up and you say that your done..."

Nate watched as Elliot's hips swayed along. Finally, he decided watching was too boring and entered the kitchen, sliding his arms around Elliot's waist and swaying along.

"Hey." Nate said.

"Try this." Elliot replied, turning and offering Nate a spoonful of stew.

Nate tasted the soup with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Needs some thyme." He said.

Elliot nodded and kissed Nate before turning back to his cooking.

Nate smiled as the next song came on and began to softly sing along.

"At last, my love has come along...."

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0, Steve/Danny, five seconds

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

1.
Steve is shouting something but Danny's too far away to hear. All he knows is that Steve is terrified.
2.
Danny starts to turn, trying to see what Steve saw, when he hears that weird lack of silence that occurs just before an explosion.
3.
Danny throws himself down, barely in time, as the flame and glass fly over him. Even if he could draw a breath the air is too hot to breathe this close to the burning wreckage.
4.
He is still struggling to get up when Steve appears and hauls him to his feet, all but dragging Danny to safety.
5.
Danny lays next to the car and stares at Steve, an oddly familiar feeling creeping over him.
It's amazing how much your life can change in 5 seconds.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, one last time

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Samantha Ferris, torn sheets

[samueljames]

Star Trek, McCoy/Uhura, dirty dancing.

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

I went a little over,

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8144419

[samueljames]

Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Oz/Xander, post series relationship.

[tigriswolf]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, Angel(us)/Spike, the Initiave had Spike for much longer. by the time he escaped, he was completely broken. he ran to Angel; Angel took him in and promised to keep him safe and make him strong again.

[samueljames]

CSI/CSI:Miami, Greg/Ryan, one of them is unsure about the long distance thing.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Hellblazer, Castiel & John Constantine, trenchcoats

[tigriswolf]

Flood, Zack, he never goes swimming again

[tigriswolf]

Historical AU, author's choice, England won the American Revolution

[samueljames]

The Vampire Diaries, Damon/Alaric, flirting and teasing.

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Ron/Hermione, Teaching Hermione to play Quiddich

[tigriswolf]

Counterfeit Son, Cameron!Neil, I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead (Richard Siken)

[pooka-07.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Cas, Castiel is cursed so that his wings are visible. Unused to them being on a physical plane, they keep getting caught up in things: tree branches, spider webs, even the Impala's doors. Dean takes it upon himself to free the angel each time.

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Firefly, River, Her birthday

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

A weight on the mattress, and Kaylee's grin greeting her. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Today is your day!"

In Orion, her mother would be fussing about her. Fingers busy at her hair, tucking any stray bits away. Maids at attention in the room, ready to swaddle her in the most beautiful silk confection or collecting a fresh flowers to complete the desired look. Sixteen was an important age, her mother would say, kissing her forehead with a butterfly touch. Her little girl, a young woman now.

Zöe passes by her at the breakfast table, and ruffles her hair affectionately. The captain puts a hand at her shoulder and wishes her a stilted happy birthday before marching away. Counts as extra hugs, River decides.

In that other life, there would be motherly advice. Silly things about boys and stern reminders of proper behavior.

"I just want to dance tonight, mama," River would say, already twirling on her toes.

And her mother would sigh.

There would be love, if not wisdom, and River would know she was wanted even when she'd never quite belonged there.

Inara lets her play with her cosmetics. What starts as a lesson in the best colors for her complexion ends with River using the eyeshadows as a palette for a new abstract picture. Inara looks on, unruffled, and promises to braid her hair after her artwork is done.

Later, once she'd been bathed, perfumed and clothed, her father would take her arm and reassure her that she looks so pretty - and answer vaguely when she presses about that new edition of the medical text she can't yet access from her private cortex. "It's your party, River," he'd say, "enjoy it."

If she had the chance to catch up with the brightest surgeons in the Core - one never knew what they'd gotten wrong this time - she'd enjoy the afternoon better.

But a birthday girl had obligations she couldn't escape, and she was loved if never understood.

It hurt, just a little, but she still nodded and let her father lead her to their guests.

She coincides with Jayne in the kitchen, receiving a scowl for a greeting. But he still lets her have first choice from the fruit bowl, even as he grunts for her to hurry on her way out.

She would be formally introduced to the same family friends and business partners that had watched her grow up. They would all pretend she's not the inquisitive little girl who asked impossible questions and bedeviled them further by answering them, and they would compliment her figure, her dress, her sweet sixteen and such beautiful face, and her father would smile, so pleased, through it all.

"This is our River," he would say, and the other men would smile at the pride in his voice. A deserved pride, they would all think, already aware that the youngest Tam is the smartest of them. "She's meant for big things."

And later still, all niceties observed and dues paid, her brother would steal her onto the dance floor and - finally! - she would be able to breathe.

Simon is right behind Kaylee in the morning, and he exchanges nods with Zöe and the captain. Inara invites him to join them for tea, and at dinner he glares at Jayne across the table. "You're happy?" he asks now, genuinely worried and quite upset he's only been able to give her a compendium on cardiac diseases almost two years out of date. "If we were home..."

But River distracts him with a hug.

In that other life, he wouldn't wait for the music to stop before whisking her into the library, sending a servant with the message that so much commotion has given River a headache and she'll be resting for the rest of the night.

"Of course, they'll know I'm lying," he'd whisper, trying for a wicked smile that never quite fits on his gentle face. "You owe me, sis."

Simon will always rescue her, no matter which life they lead.

Will always want a better life for her, too.

"I swear, River. The day I can send you away from here..."

"Silly," she tells him, both now and then, "Where you are, that's home."

[tigriswolf]

Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko, All the world will be your enemy, O Prince with a Thousand Enemies. And if they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you. (Watership Down)

Filled: If You Become Firelord

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

This also fulfills my refugee square on my ATLAand bingo card.



Uncle no longer talked about going home. They no longer talked about what kind of Firelord Zuko would be. As he picked at the fire with a stick, he gritted his teeth against the urge to bend just a little, give it just a little push.

“The whole world is arrayed against us, Nephew,” his Uncle told him, sounding worn down. “Against you.”

He sat there in the dirt at the side of the road with the passports and permits in someone else’s name tucked into his robe. The world wasn’t arrayed against Lee. The Earth Kingdom saw him as one of its own. The Fire Nation didn’t know he existed. Lee wasn’t a prince. He was one more refugee among all the rest. He was normal.

He didn’t know how to be normal like that. “I know, Uncle.”

“Just remember, it is not your fault.” Uncle took Zuko’s stick and fished the food buried under the coals out onto the rocks. “And we won’t let them catch us.”

Zuko folded his arms and looked away. “I know, Uncle.”

“You know,” Uncle hesitated. “It will not be a bad thing if you understood how ordinary people can find happiness in a normal, quiet life, Nephew. Knowledge is always a good thing to have. It will stand you well.”

Zuko poked at the charred leaf wrapper on his dinner and snatched his fingers back every few seconds as the heat blistered them. He remembered the stories of ancient rulers who had gone out among normal people to learn how to rule. All those normal, ordinary, happy, fulfilled people who would kill him if they caught him, kill Uncle. Who would fear him. But Zuko heard the unspoken ending to his uncle’s words and held tight to them.

When you become Firelord

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck/Casey, 'focus on the mission Chuck.'

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, Sitting by the fire

so it's not just Sam/Jack, Teal'c and Daniel are there too

[indraleigh.livejournal.com]

It's the Alpha Site and they could be in one of the more permanent buildings but they were in a couple of tents just in yelling distance on the far side of a hill. Feeling like they had been pulled in too many direction and wanting a team night, yet stuck off planet for yet 11 more days Jack declared this to be team night, roughing it style. They had a couple squads keeping security watches over night so SG-1 wasn't required to. No movies, or books, just the four of them. Daniel and Teal'c were comparing stars in the sky and stories explaining their shapes, some surprisingly similar. The fire still hot but not as scorching as when they all gathered wood to build a massive fire. They tried to make and fly kites out of MRE packaging while the fire got to the point they could cook a dinner on it. The combination of the pleasant night and warm fire did not have Jack and Sam's proximity due to necessity. Jack propped up against a large felled tree and Sam leaning against him with his arm holding her close. They simply sat and enjoyed each other and their best friends talk, now trading some of the not for innocent ear stories. At a nudge from Jack Sam reached into his pack, pulling out a bag of marshmallows she tossed it over the fire to Teal'c as Daniel reached for the sticks they used earlier.

Laughing at Daniel waving his stick about after catching his marshmallow on fire Sam didn't want that night to end. Her family was safe, fed, and content. Reaching for the perfectly cooked 'mallows Teal'c offered her and Jack she could see that he agreed.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Michael/ghost!Victor, Victor's memory still haunts Michael. Literally. (actual ghost or hallucination, it's all good)

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, telling lies

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John & (dark?) Sam, John rather goes to hell with the demon who killed his wife, then living with a Sam who is facing a future without Dean

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, God is an alien, Angels his offsprings

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, touch

Fill: for all the silence in between

[alinaandalion.livejournal.com]

They don’t talk about their feelings. Too much time, distance, and the sheer inability to remember how normal people behave keep that from ever happening. Instead, they communicate through looks and touches, and it kind of makes up for everything else.

I want you.

His hand always tightens on her thigh under the table when the team is around, like it’s a secret that they’re sleeping together. When they’re alone, he presses her against the wall and kisses her, and she knows, knows like she never has before, that the desperation is more than just lust.

I trust you.

It’s a simple squeeze of her hand on his shoulder or the way he leans into her until their sides touch. It happens more often now, during briefings and cons and even when they’re sharing drinks downstairs.

And it’s never a lie, which makes every time he takes her hand mean that much more.

Stay safe.

He always takes her hand and squeezes it tight right before she walks out the door to charm another mark. He doesn’t say anything because the worry would offend Eliot, who is turning into her constant shadow on every job. She needs to talk to Nate about that. She can take care of herself, after all.

I was worried.

She waits until the team is gone to wrap herself around him, remind herself that the bullet missed, that he’s still here. She buries her head in his neck and breathes him in, her lips brushing against his skin. It’s always a close call, and she hates it every time.

I love you.

The brush of his hand against her back when he holds the door open for her. Her fingers messing up his hair as she teases him. His hand on her hip in the dark when he wakes up looking for her. The way he looks for her first when things go wrong, reaches out and touches her first instead of fumbling for a bottle or a pen to draw out a plan.

It’s enough for them.