Friday: Free for All

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Happy weekend everyone! Today is Friday, which makes it the Free For All. All fandoms, pairings and prompts will be accepted.

Just please remember to follow our rules!

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.

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Green Lantern, Hal, well aren't you just mister creative pants

Star Wars/Green Lantern, author's choices, from one set of galactic knights to another

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Merlin (BBC), Any, difficult pregnancy

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Torchwood/Doctor Who, Jack/Donna, hugs

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, AU where they start their own tech company together, but the the CIA wants their tech

[daria234.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, the sex is so much better when he feels guilty

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

First crack at White Collar fic. Also, slightly spoilery for season 3 thus far.



“Did you do it?” Peter asks, as Neal is tugging at his tie.

“No,” Neal says, not missing a beat.

“Look at me, Neal,” Peter says, grabbing for Neal’s arms, halting his movement.

Neal looks straight into Peter’s eyes. “Peter, I swear, I did not steal the treasure.” He holds Peter’s gaze for a few moments, unwavering. Then, “Now, can we please get back to this? I missed you.” And he leans in to nuzzle Peter’s neck.

Peter exhales on a laugh, and his hands wander down, stopping at Neal’s belt. “I missed you, too.”

Neal knows that Peter doesn’t believe him. Not yet, anyway. And that makes him feel tense, edgy. As good as he is, every time he meets Peter’s gaze, he’s sure Peter can see right through him. He feels like Peter is cataloguing every movement, every brush of skin over skin, every sigh. Building up evidence against him.

The thing is, of course, that there’s actually a case to be made. He’s actually just as untrustworthy as Peter thinks he is. It’s the pursuit and chase all over again, and Neal is (almost) ashamed to admit that it’s making him feel more alive than he’s been in a long time, the idea that Peter is this close, that one wrong move could break this fragile bond between them.

It makes him want to fight back, just as hard. It makes him want to win.

“Wow,” Peter says, lying next to him as they’re both trying to catch their breath.

“Yeah,” Neal says, turning to face him, lazy grin on his face.

There’s silence for a moment, then Peter says, “You really didn’t do it?”

Neal says nothing, just gives him a look. Peter matches him, with narrowed eyes.

Finally, Neal smiles, shakes his head. "You really think I could keep that from you?"

"Oh, please," Peter says, turning with a sigh to look up at the ceiling. "You're Neal Caffrey."

Neal thinks that little statement probably wasn't supposed to have quite the effect it did.

If nothing else, this caper was going to do wonders for his sex life.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Whedonverse, any, "Redemption? No, I was totally faking that redemption to get in your pants."

Going Through the Motions - AtS, Wes/Spike, PG-13

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

It takes him longer to catch on than he’s proud of. Longer still to admit to the others that he may have made a mistake. He’s known, from the moment he suspected, what they will think. That he knew all along. That he’s been covering things up. That he didn’t know because he didn’t want to. He had to steel himself for that. He’s been bearing Angel’s sad, wounded eyes since the beginning; he couldn’t bear their censure until he was absolutely sure.

Somehow, Spike learns that the truth is out and his reaction is-

Well. It’s probably exactly what Wesley should have expected, only love is blind and all of that, if you can call what they had - even before he knew - love.

Spike’s brought his night’s kill to Wesley‘s home. The ruins of a young girl lie, messy, in Wesley’s bed. The way the body is arranged… There’s no doubt what Spike was doing with her when she died.

Spike’s teeth are bloody when he kisses Wesley, as soon as Wesley’s stepped far enough into the apartment to see Spike‘s work, the scent of blood pungent in the air. Wesley freezes, back to the wall where Spike‘s pushed him, as if he could do anything else with Spike’s strong hands holding him still, Spike’s body pinning his in place.

If Wesley was even more wrong than he just realized, he’s going to die tonight. There are probably many things he could say, ask (he will not plead and to threaten Spike, mortal versus vampire, would only win him a laugh).

Wesley asks, “Why?”

Spike grins as though it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and looks at Wesley as though it’s the most pitiful. “Oh, pet. Because it’s what I do. Somehow you forgot that. It’s a bit of a shame, really, that the gig is up. I’ll almost miss playing the white hat for someone.”

Things move inside of Wesley - emotions battling it out: shame that he ever fell for one of Spike’s ruses; embarrassment that he enjoyed the fall; remorse, that it hadn’t - any of it - been real, and a little pang that perhaps, in some world, it could have been.

“I mean…” Wesley continues, as Spike licks long, slow (suggestive) stripes up Wesley’s neck. “W- Why the game, Spike? Why pretend at all?”

“Because I didn’t just want a quick shag out of you, Percy. I wanted the whole deal. Everything Angel’s ever wanted but never had the bollocks to take.”

Wesley’s heart thumps in his chest.

If he’s not mistaken, Spike’s smile is a bit wistful. Almost sorry, as he says. “You know, you two are just too obvious. I knew all I had to do to win you was take a page out of Peaches’ playbook - be the big, broody hero on his path to redemption.” Spike scoffs. “Redemption. I was only faking all of it to get into your pants.”

Near certainty that death is coming sometimes lends a serenity, Wesley’s found, that you wouldn’t expect from a man who doesn’t necessarily wish to die.

He manages to smile in the face of Spike’s bared fangs. To revel, just a little, in the confusion and surprise he sees in Spike’s gold eyes. To ignore the hollow ache spreading inside him for the moment.

“Maybe that’s not the part you’ve been faking, Spike… Have you thought of that?”

Wesley has no hope that his speculation is true. It’s too soon (and with a body lying just a room away) to view it as anything but more wishful thinking, but if he’s going to die - and die a fool - he might as well get the nagging thought off his mind before he does.

Spike is- He honestly looks flummoxed for a minute. It’s a wonder.

Then he recovers his smirk. “Whatever you have to tell yourself, mate. I’ll miss that clever mouth of yours, in any case, and I’m not talking ’bout for talking. Maybe I’ll stop back in sometime and we’ll reminisce, yeah?” And then he’s gone.

Wesley dials the Hyperion as soon as he can move, but he can’t quite recover his breath to speak.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, the first time they have sex while Hardison is still angry at him

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"What?" Eliot asks, pushing himself up, out of breath, panting, concerned, and Hardison was pretty sure his lip hadn't been bleeding before this.

Hardison wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how to explain why he'd stopped halfway through fu...

Through what he'd been doing to -with- Eliot.

He'd just realized that despite all his quips about Buffy and Spike and all the other great hate sex couples in the world being idiots and how hot or not Alec Hardison would never ever.

Except he was pissed off and the slight shake as Eliot pushed himself uprigth (it was because of some fight and him being sore and worn out, he told himsef. That didn't make him feel better) told Hardison he was taking it out in this.

Only it wasn't hate sex because Hardison was just pissed off and Eliot wasn't giving as good as he got which was kind of necessary for hate sex and Hardison knew Eliot was taking it without fighting back because Eliot didn't want to hurt Hardison even if it waas kind of the point of hate sex.

And wasn't that why Hardison had sworn to never have it in the first place. Yeah. He was pissed off at Eliot but...

"Hey? You feeling okay?" Eliot asked, moving slow, hand reaching out, careful like he was afraid Hardison was having a flashback and Hardison had a nasty moment of remeberance of the time it had taken to learn Eliot's triggers so they could do this without tap dancing through a mine feild.

Eliot had had hate sex, all over the spectrum hate sex, even the kind that was just hate and no...

Had he been paying attention to avoiding those triggers?

"I'm okay." Hardison said, taking the hand on his shoulder in his own, gently now. "Just... kind of realized I was doing something I'd regret later."

He looked up and met Eliot's eyes and there was a moment of understanding there before Hardison closed the distance between them again.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Alias/Covert Affairs, Sark/Jay, enemies

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Green Lantern, Kilowag, Breaking the rookie

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Green Lantern, Sinestro, No man chooses evil because it is evil

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Green Lantern, Hal, This was a mistake

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Nikita/The Mentalist, Michael/Jane, after Jane kills Red John he is recruited by Division

[samueljames]

The History Boys, Dakin/Irwin, the first time Irwin spends the night in Dakin's college accommodation is great but the teasing from whoever sees them the next morning makes Irwin blush.

[samueljames]

White Collar/NCIS, Bryce!Neal/Tony, Tony begins to realise that Neal has a habit of subtly checking security, exits etc when they're out and asks questions about Neal's past.

[samueljames]

Chuck, Bryce/various partners, he has fun and good sex but doesn't trust any of his partners the way he trusted Chuck. It's a lonely existence sometimes.

Fill: Silent All These Years - Chuck/Bryce + Bryce/various, PG-13 (1/2)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

He doesn’t catch on right away. The women (and men) he hook up with while he’s still at Stanford are little more than diversions. He’s busy training. He’s busy pretending to be nothing more than your average college student and excelling while doing it. He’s busy ignoring the ache in his chest every time he does something, alone or with someone else, that he used to do with Chuck; every time he’s reminded of Chuck (which, in the beginning, happens at least a half a dozen times a day). They are fun to be with, fun to make small talk with. Sex is still good. But of course it’s not going to be as good as it was with Chuck; he and Chuck knew one another inside and out. They trusted one another completely, understood one another on an unusual level. Bryce doesn’t expect to feel that with some college fling.

After Stanford, things become more clear. Carina is beautiful and sexy. She’s a spy like Bryce and she knows the rules for relationships like theirs With Carina, Bryce doesn’t have to feel guilty that so many things between them are a lie, like he does when he’s with a civilian. He doesn’t have to feel like he’s taking more than he’s giving when they have sex. Still, explosive as the sex is between them, something feels missing. Something Bryce is now aware of but can’t quite name.

With Sarah, the problem is more obvious. Sarah is a spy, too, but a more trust-worthy one than Carina. Bryce doesn’t have to worry about getting shot in the back or, at least, left hanging in the wind. With Sarah things should be better - and they are to an extent. They’re good…

But not Chuck good. Carina was all about sport; every conversation they had, every sexual encounter, was a game. Daniel was about distraction, both of them thinking of and missing someone else. Bryce doesn’t hook up with Sarah for any reason but Sarah herself. Because he genuinely likes her, he wants her and he trusts her and he knows that she trusts him. And still. There’s something missing.

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Mickey/Martha/Tom, some people judge them but they're too happy to care.

[samueljames]

Dexter, Dexter & Deb & others, after a few months Lumen begins to feel guilty despite what what was done to her. She makes a confession and Deb realises just who she let get away that day.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, any/any, final moments

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Castle, Castle/Beckett, recovery

Fill: A Few Steps Ahead ||| SPOILERS THROUGH 4X09 - KIILL SHOT

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[Note: I'm slightly hazy on just how much time passes between the S3 finale and 4x09. So... give me a little leeway on this.






Months pass before he sees it.

It’s smaller than he expected. But maybe that’s because there had been so much blood. Or maybe because it had taken her so long to let him see the rest of her. Either way, when she arrives as crime scene dressed in an off the shoulder blue sweater that leaves a slice of her black satin bra showing just to the left of that mark, he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

He gives her coffee and struggles not to stare. Nearly six months on and he knew there were still moments when her anxiety overwhelmed her. For the most part, she was better. No more sharp jerks when the pain caught her off guard. The fear no longer loomed in her eyes and once again, she felt like his Beckett.

But it isn’t until that foggy morning when she rolls out of bed, throws on a sweater that hangs from her shoulders, enhances her lovely blue eyes and completely forgets to hide the scar that the bullet left behind, that he feels his heart break.

He draws in a breath, trying to steady the shaky feeling in his stomach. Everything disappears and all he can remember is the blood. The thick, sticky feel of it, so much of it. Even the smell comes back - something metallic and sweet that overwhelms the mix of earth and grass that had originally marked that sunny day. He thinks it’s his blood for a moment, and then knows it’s not.

All from a hole no bigger than a finger.

After they’d taken her to the hospital, he’d run on adrenaline. When that wore out, he moved onto anger and grief. When she finally returned, he’d been so elated, so relieved that he had never once considered that maybe she wasn’t the only one who had been damaged.

He watches her survey the scene, arms crossed over her chest, sipping on her coffee. She’s alive, dressed in that poncho-style blue sweater that makes her look impossibly small. Somehow, it even helps to see that she’s wearing heels today. She’s listening to Esposito as he points at something lying next to the victim, tucking her hair behind her ear as she leans down, seemingly unaware that she’s left him behind.

But then she turns, catching his eye. He wonders if she can see how scared he is. How real that scar is. He tries to speak, wanting to repeat what he'd said to her that day, now that she was alive and meeting his eye, now that she can remember.

She smiles at him gently as he stammers silently and he lets it drop. There will be time for that later. He smiles back, closing his mouth.

Then she's waving him over, teasing him. “Let’s get going, Castle. We can’t wait forever for you to catch up.”

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

X-Men, any/any, new ideas, old friends

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Merlin, Merlin/Morgana, Arthur/Gwen, modern AU, "Are you going to hate me forever?"

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Heroes/Twilight, Sylar/Edward, Edward gets some of his own bad medicine.

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Doctor Who/Supernatural, Canton Everett Delaware III as Crowley, he never thought being a good guy could be so fun

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Doctor Who, Amy, the Doctor really was a figment of her imagination

Fill: Mad Girl's Love Song

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A heartbreaking prompt, but it really took hold of me! Hope you don't mind that I threw in River and Rory as well, albeit in different roles than in the show proper. It's at my journal! http://haveloved.livejournal.com/17154.html#cutid1

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Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, John wasn't always the sane one in their relationship

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Sherlock BBC/Being Human UK, Sherlock & any, Sherlock is brought in to consult on the Box Tunnel 20 massacre