Friday: Free for All
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comment_ficGood morning, folks, the weekend is upon us. That means today's our usual Friday Free For All! All fandoms, pairings, and prompts will be accepted today.
Please just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered you may prompt again.
No spoilers in the prompts for at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. You should warn for spoilers in the response in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please format your prompts appropriately (fandom, pairing, prompt). For example:
Alright, guys, let's see what you've got!
Please just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered you may prompt again.
No spoilers in the prompts for at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. You should warn for spoilers in the response in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please format your prompts appropriately (fandom, pairing, prompt). For example:
Thor 2011, Thor/Loki, such a long way to fallNot finding something to your interests? Don't be afraid to encourage small fandom prompts! And as always, feel free to visit the Lonely Prompts.
X-Men: First Class, Erik/Charles, don't you think I've thought of that?
Thor/Highlander, Loki/Methos, the last time the Bifrost touched Earth
Star Wars/Firefly, Mal Reynolds/Luke Skywalker, “Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no substitute for a good blaster at your side”
Alright, guys, let's see what you've got!
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-10 06:31 pm (UTC)The soft susurrus of thought washes over him, as expected and unheeded as the rain falling outside the glass. It’s impossible to ignore all of the dreams and fears, demands and pleas pouring out of every human being all the time, but he’s learned to filter most of it.
It’s harder to keep out the inchoate rage and bitter pain stalking the halls of his mind tonight.
He strains against invisible bonds, trying to free himself from Erik’s nightmares. It’s too much – he’s too much. But Charles tries, sifting through the screaming and blood to find something – anything - to quiet both their minds.
Erik pulls him along, driving him towards a hazy, half-formed image, a yearning twinned inside Charles’ own mind. He can almost feel the solid pressure of Erik’s body next to his, the hesitant brush of firm lips, and he chuckles softly, smiling as the noise in their minds lessens.
He can hear Erik, faintly now, as the other man settles into sleep.
Oh Charles, he hears as he too drifts off. Don't you think I've thought of that?
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-05-08 05:09 am (UTC)Like the fact that the Alliance had cut a deal with the Empire in the next galaxy to take care of some "disturbing elements". They'd hardly brought the kid to the planet where they were supposed to drop him. They'd hardly brought the kid to the docks, when the Feds closed on Serenity, resulting in a firefight on the dock.
Of course, the kid tried using his woowoo magic Jedi power stuff on the guards, which only annoyed them. Then the kid drew this...sword whozeewhutzit with a blade made of light from his belt. The kid managed to cut the hands off the guards closest to him, but the Feds behind them got several shots off before Mal yanked the kid back up Serenity's loading ramp, Jayne providing cover-fire. But from the look in Jayne's eye, he'd rather pop a few rounds into the kid's head. Mal yelled over the comm to River to get them the hell off that rock.
((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/71455.html).))
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:26 am (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:29 am (UTC)Filled - Sometimes The Bad Guys Make The Best Good Guys
Date: 2011-06-13 03:26 am (UTC)A cop and a thief. Well, a cop and a CI, actually.
It's the definition of cliche, really, and it shouldn't work.
Opposite sides and all that.
They shouldn't work. Castiel has always thought it from the get-go. Maybe they're just too different, or maybe they're far more alike than he wants to admit when it comes down to it.
Is there even a "them"? What the hell are they really doing anyway? He doesn't know; doesn't know how he would accurately describe their relationship. A good working relationship with (mostly) someone else's CI? Friendship? Maybe more than friendship? A strange sort of bond?
What Castiel does know is that whatever this thing with Dean is, it does work, and has for years, ever since Dean and his brother Sam both turned informants to avoid prison.
The brothers may be thieves (Dean's area of expertise), hackers (Sam's), and con-artists (both), but they're not bad . Castiel has seen his share of bad, and the Smiths aka the Winchesters aren't it.
What they are is broken , brought up by their father into a life they didn't choose, but was the only life they'd ever had a chance to know. "Normal" just didn't appear to be in the Winchester vocabulary.
So Castiel has learned not to question things too much, and stop being too surprised on nights like this when he comes home exhausted and hungry to find Dean in the kitchen cooking up stir fry after "letting himself in" (again). He should just offer him a damned key at this point, but he doubts Dean would even use it.
And he's learned not to be surprised at all when Dean hands him a beer and tells him "Smile, Cas. You're going to be enjoying the news for the foreseeable future", because a certain set of incriminating company files previously thought to be completely wiped from the computer system have just appeared, and a certain someone (Anthony Crowley - mafia boss, money launderer, and just all around bastard), is going to be facing the shitstorm of a Grand Jury pretty soon.
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-16 12:58 am (UTC)When I was a kid, living hand-to mouth with my three siblings, I dreamed of being a hero. That is all I wanted to be. I dreamed that if I saved the day, I would forget that my Daddy was in a far off place losing his soul, and my mother didn't give a shit about us. Even when Daddy came back and drunk himself into a downward spiral that ended in hanging himself at the doorway of my Granny's front porch, I still dreamed. I wanted to forget.
The rest is here. (http://ficby-pchan.livejournal.com/927.html)
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:39 am (UTC)James Sirius Potter - naming their kid after two of the most anarchical pranksters in Hogwarts' history was a serious miscalculation on Harry and Ginny's part
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Date: 2011-06-10 07:59 am (UTC)Oh to be six and in love in the spring 1/2 (warning, violence upon a child)
Date: 2011-07-07 12:48 am (UTC)"I know a trick that will make the little witchling make magic. Come 'ere brat." The gravel cuts at her skin as someone grabs her by the hair, pulling Ariana further away from the yard and towards the stand of trees behind them.
Sound cracks through the air around them loud enough to make her scream, even though they said if she screamed they'd cut off all her hair and shove it in her mouth until she couldn't breathe. She keeps her hands pressed tightly to her eyes, face down in the dirt even as a strange voice shouts above her, raised over the screams and shrieks of scared muggle boys. It's loud in a way that says he's not scared of the ministry coming to take him away, and comforting because of the words it says. Rapid flurries of 'petrificus' cutting through the air.
Big hands brush softly over her hair before rubbing small circles on her back.
"It's all right Ariana. Come here, let's get you home luv. Your big brothers are looking for you." She keeps her hands over her face as she's scooped up, cradled against a warm scratchy jumper, but peeks between her fingers as the stranger takes long serious strides forward, kicking boys onto their back with a roughness that Ariana can feel in his arms. "Pay attention boys. You're going to be stuck for a while, an hour or so, long enough to miss supper at any rate, and when you're asked what happened you will say the three of you got into a fight with each other. You will do this because if there's so much as a whisper of oddness about Ariana Dumbledore I will happily march to all of your homes and tell your parents and your tradesman that I bloodied your noses when I caught you assaulting a little girl from a wealthy family and to be grateful you walked away without stripes. Is that clear?"
Oh to be six and in love in the spring 2/2 (warning, violence upon a child)
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Date: 2011-06-10 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-10 09:02 am (UTC)and this i impart unto you - NCIS, gen
Date: 2011-06-12 02:20 pm (UTC)She’s thankful the day, ten years after “Kate Todd” was proclaimed dead and buried, Ducky calls and tells her Tim’s okay. She’s thankful for the shelf full of Tim’s books - Ducky sent her each one with his own notes written neatly in the margins, anecdotes of the team’s reactions to each installment of the ongoing adventures of L.J. Tibbs written on the blank pages in the back.
She’s thankful for the years worth of pictures of Tim and Abby and Tony and Gibbs Ducky sends, the stories and photos of the team member Kate never got to meet - Jimmy.
Kate was thankful, three years after the day she died, when Ducky called and told her - finally - that it wasn’t Tony they pulled out of that explosion in D.C.; one year, when he called and told her that it was Gibbs they pulled out of another.
Kate’s thankful she has Ducky to tell her about the “new” girl and how she’s getting along with the boys, how she has their back - even after Ziva’s had them in her life for longer than “Kate” did.
She’ll be thankful even after the day she stands on the edges of a graveyard, watching her old friends gather around a tombstone and cry. And she’ll cry with them. Not because her life is short as theirs are, but because theirs are. Because Ducky’s was. Because he’s not that bright-eyed young med student whose half-life as a Watcher was new enough that she could talk him into bending the rules now and then… and he never will be again.
She’ll cry because he was there for her when she needed him, when her life as an immortal began - oh so long ago - and when her life as an immortal began to be too much and NCIS opened it’s doors. He was there the day she died as Kate, with a robe and a plate full of cookies as she climbed off the autopsy table.
She’s thankful Ducky stopped her, then, from going after Ari herself. Not to avenge that death, but to avenge that life - the one she could have lived for at least another ten years in the company of people she’d come to call more than friends, in a place she’d come to call home.
There’s no telling what would have happened if he hadn’t. She certainly wouldn’t have been allowed to keep going back to D.C., to see Ducky, after her death - to comfort him after his mother’s death and in Gibbs’ absence. To stop in and see him one last time before he died.
She goes back for all of them. To pay her respects and maybe- Maybe hoping.
She’s there, sixty years after she last spoke to him, to see Tony be buried. She turns to the man next to her and they laugh, tears in the corners of their eyes, because there are so many children… and grandchildren… and great-grandchildren standing around Tony’s grave. So many people just as sad to lose Tony as they are, and he deserved that - even if, once, he might not have thought he did.
She’s there three years before when Ziva is buried in the same plot, Tony and the family in mourning, and holds the man beside her as he mourns too.
She’s there thirty years before that when Gibbs is laid to rest, the old team coming together to say goodbye to a man they thought would never die. Even Kate.
Mostly, Kate is thankful that - seven years after she was proclaimed dead and buried - Ducky sent her Tim. Untouched by the bullets the papers say “tragically ended the young life of a well-loved author” and that devastated the team who loved him best.
Tim stands with her at the edge of every graveyard they visit. He roots with her and Ducky for Abby, two years after his own death, and shares a drink and fond memories with them when Abby stays dead.
Over the years, “Kate” has been thankful to her Watcher for many reasons, but most of all because he was more than just her Watcher; he was her friend. He taught her the meaning of friendship. He helped her teach Tim. And there are a lot of lessons that an immortal must learn to survive for an eternity…
But friendship… That’s the one thing that allows an immortal to live for as long as they survive, and Kate is thankful that Ducky chose to impart that lesson unto her.
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Date: 2011-06-10 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-10 10:10 am (UTC)Don’t ask me when I learned love - future!fic, PG
Date: 2011-06-10 11:50 pm (UTC)"Dad," Kurt says while he takes apart an engine just for fun.
Burt looks up from the invoices; he knows that tone from experience. Kurt's going to ask for something he wants, something Burt really isn't going to like. "Yeah, kiddo?" he asks, already steeling himself.
"I--there's a boy," Kurt says, eyes flicking over to Burt before looking back down. "And I really like him, Dad. And I want him to come over and meet you."
Burt sets down his pen and turns in his chair. He stares at Kurt until Kurt looks up again. "A boy from school?" Burt asks. It's only been five months since Blaine and Kurt decided they'd be better as friends. Burt liked Blaine well enough. Probably more than whoever Kurt's about to name.
Kurt nods.
"It's not..." Burt tries not to let his distaste show. "Finn's friend with the mohawk, right?"
Kurt's entire body recoils. "Eww, no!" he says, shuddering. "Ugh. Puck's made massive strides in being a human, but I can't ever see myself dating him." He pauses, before musing, "He is gorgeous, though. Such a shame."
"Who is it, then, Kurt?" Burt asks.
“Well,” Kurt stalls, “you have met him, Dad. A few times. And he’s so much better than he used to be, and he really is a sweetheart when he’s not panicking, and he’s terrified that you’re going to shoot him on sight.”
Oh, shit. “No,” Burt growls, hands clenching. “Not just no, but hell no.” He tries to stay calm, he really does. “You are not dating that Karofsky boy, not ever.”
“Um.” Kurt looks away again, and he’s clearly fighting his own temper to keep from saying something truly vicious. “We’ve been dating for three weeks, Dad.”
Burt sags back against his chair. “He said he’d kill you, Kurt. You remember that? Chased you outta your own school for months.” Seriously, how the hell did this happen? When did they even spend enough time together for this to happen? Burt knew he should’ve taken his flamethrower to that school.
“Dad,” Kurt says softly, and he walks over to wrap his arms around Burt. “He’s really been trying. He’s so different now. A lot of what happened… well, he’s come to terms with some things, and I want you to meet him as he is now. The boy his dad talked about in that meeting right before I left Dalton.”
Burt looks up at him, at this man his son is growing into. “You really like him?”
Kurt smiles. “I really do, Dad.”
Sighing, Burt stands and pulls his boy into a proper hug. “Bring him by on Saturday,” Burt says. “I’ll sit him down for a good talking to.”
Kurt bounces in place and presses a quick kiss to Burt’s cheek, before skipping back to the engine. He starts belting out that loud “Bad Romance” song and Burt can’t help smiling.
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Date: 2011-06-10 10:11 am (UTC)