Friday Free-For-All
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comment_ficAnd here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! 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 codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, Castiel/Crowley, topping from the bottom
Doctor Who/Leverage, team fic, Hardison freaks out when he's watching Doctor Who and sees 'Sterling' in the TARDIS
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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 codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, Castiel/Crowley, topping from the bottom
Doctor Who/Leverage, team fic, Hardison freaks out when he's watching Doctor Who and sees 'Sterling' in the TARDIS
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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Date: 2011-05-30 01:19 am (UTC)He isn't surprised when he gets the green light, though.
"Okay. What are we looking at here, Larkin. Cause a couple of angry parents, storming down here to-"
"No," Bryce admits, feeling oddly treachorous for it. He supposes he should get used to the feeling. "No, he's- He's got not parents. It's just him and his sister. He's here on a scholarship."
"Oh."
Flemming looks down at his files. "No extracurriculars... Heh. Well, alright. I suppose this is doable. Bartowski is just the kind of guy that no one at Stanford will miss."
It takes Bryce considerable restraint not to punch Flemmin in the face. His stomach sinks, though this is what he wants, isn't it? For Chuck to be underestimated as he's always been underestimated. To be safe, and he can't be that if anyone at the CIA realizes what he really is.
"Right." No one will miss Chuck... His smiling face every morning in their dormroom. His voice, babbling nonsense and brilliant at all hours. His laugh, his presence...
No one but Bryce.
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Date: 2013-08-09 10:02 pm (UTC)AU after 4.15
"Why am I here?"
It's funny, Klaus thinks, that she sounds as unemotional asking now as she had hours ago, right before he'd switched her back on. Right before she'd begun crying her heart out, in too much pain to even attempt to hide it from him.
"Maybe I just want the pleasure of your company," he says. He signals and pulls into a gas station. He hopes he's put enough miles between them and the Salvatores, or worse, the witch. Enough that he won't have to worry about his fun being interrupted too soon.
"Does that include pumping your gas for you?" And there it is, a little bit of the spark back. Klaus takes out his wallet. "No, love. I'll take care of that." He takes a couple bills out and then cups her cheek with one hand, turning her to face him. "You are going to go prepay for me, and once that's done, you're going to drain everyone inside and come back to the car. No compulsion."
She's shaking deliciously under his hand, terror in her eyes, but the hunger and excitement's there, too, just buried under shame and guilt. She reaches out and grabs the money from his hand.
"Good girl," he says.
He listens with a smile on his face as he fills the tank. There's a boy about her age behind the counter, and she kills him first. The girl, a little older, she actually has to chase down. It's not a long chase. She just has to get back to the car to where the girl is begging Klaus for help, unable or unwilling to accept the reality of her situation.
When the girl lies limp on the ground, Klaus puts the nozzle back and walks over to her. She looks devastated. He's not sure how, but apparently she has more tears to shed. Klaus reaches out, swipes his thumb over her lips, sucks it into his mouth.
"Next time," he says, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "if you're very good, I might even let you pick who you kill."
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Date: 2011-05-27 12:05 pm (UTC)Little Surprises (Stargate Atlantis)
Date: 2011-05-27 05:38 pm (UTC)"Mmm, not complaining, but what are we doing?"
"I'm giving you a lapdance. I've been thinking about it all day," Alison told her, slowly unzipping her jacket and dropping it into the floor as she moved closer, rolling her hips as she got closer, rubbing her lower body against Laura's legs.
"All day, huh?" Laura asked, her hands running up Alison's sides and under her shirt.
"Yep, all day," Alison confirmed, leaning down and kissing her before raising her arms and letting Laura take off her shirt and bra. She danced, sliding her body on Laura as Laura caressed her breasts.
Alison stood up and slowly unzipped her pants, sliding them down and revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear.
Laura whistled low and grinned, reaching out and pulling Alison back into her lap as she started kissing and licking Alison's nipples.
"God," Alison moaned, loving the feel of Laura's lips on her body. "Bed, now, please?"
Laura pulled away and nodded. "Yeah, might be for the best."
Alison climbed off then Laura stood up, both dashing to the bedroom.
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Date: 2011-06-11 08:07 pm (UTC)So when he woke up one morning to Gabriel sprawled across his chest and an obvious soreness in ass, well, Sam can't say he's surprised. After all, he's not too well known for his restraint and Gabriel can be terribly persuasive.
"You still made me work for it." Gabriel grumbled, opening his amber eyes and giving Sam a petulant but self-satisfied smirk.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, I couldn't be too easy."
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You are easy." the angel said as he brushed a thumb over a few teeth makes he left on the skin of Sam's collar bone.
Sam debated on whether or not to be insulted but honestly, he doesn't actually care and Gabriel's kind of right anyway. Although, if the angel doesn't stop looking so smug he might just have to give turning Gabriel down another shot.
Gabriel scowled and Sam smiled widely, innocently.
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Date: 2011-05-27 12:15 pm (UTC)1/2 or 3: Marvel movies, (ex)Winter Soldier
Date: 2015-02-16 05:36 pm (UTC)(Violence/torture/death -- basically, if it happens in the Winter Soldier's canon backstory, it's referenced here.)
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They took a good man, ripped out everything that made him good, tore him down to the base and then ripped it out too, poured in ice and pain, sealed him back up, and called themselves gods for they had created something new.
They were not gods. They created nothing new.
They labeled their weapon 'Winter Soldier' and used it quite effectively. They trained other, less-effective, weapons, guided history as they chose, and remade the world.
The smart ones feared the Winter Soldier. The fools believed the Winter Soldier had no mind with which to turn. Knives and guns can be used by any hand, but the Winter Soldier was neither.
No, the Winter Soldier was something worse.
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There was a good man, a good soldier, a good brother, a good son, a good friend. Everybody liked him. He was bright, brilliant, brave. Loyal, kind, sweet. He talked to people like they mattered, comforted scared soldiers, wove stories of starlight to give tired men back the strength to fight.
History remembers Bucky Barnes as the only Howling Commando to give his life, as Steve Rogers’ brother. Hundreds of men remember him as a steady voice and strong hands.
Steve Rogers remembers Bucky Barnes as the other half of his soul, as the only reason he survived to adulthood, as the only reason he ever became Captain America.
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They took a good man and tore out everything that made him good – or so they thought. But it was never gone. It was only buried.
What is buried can be found.
What is buried is angry.
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They called themselves gods for they created something new. They reformed a man into a weapon and they used it to shape the course of the world.
They called it the asset.
Zola asked the asset, “What is your name?”
The asset answered, “Winter Soldier.”
The asset lied.
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Guns and knives and bombs and crowbars feel nothing. Weapons do not care whose hand holds them.
Bucky Barnes died. Winter Soldier blinked open its eyes and obeyed.
They celebrated. They tried to make more.
The Red Room came the closest, but those weapons were put to a different use.
There is only one Winter Soldier. And as the years pass, it grows steadily less effective and requires ever more maintenance.
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Some of them never feared the Winter Soldier. Oh, they understood the danger in its body, the threat it could be – but they knew it would never turn on them. Weapons cannot betray. The Winter Soldier was programmed very well.
When he was a boy, Arnim Zola read Frankenstein.
When he was a boy, so did Bucky Barnes.
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Steve, Natasha knows, thinks that it’s a miracle Bucky Barnes somehow survived. It’s an answered prayer.
Natasha knows Bucky Barnes did not survive, and it’s not a miracle at all. She and Sam and Bruce and Tony all try to talk to him before he begins his quest, and he hears, but he doesn’t listen.
Even if some part of that man Steve knew is in there, it doesn’t mean Bucky Barnes is the same person, or ever could be again.
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They called themselves gods. Time has already eradicated everyone who had a hand in the Winter Soldier’s origin, but their heirs and successors are still alive, and theirs, and what is buried crawls out of the grave, furious and starving and vengeful.
Weapons do not turn of their own volition. They can be grabbed by an enemy and used – but they have no minds, no wills.
It was a not miracle that allowed Bucky Barnes to survive.
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