Friday: Free for All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

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.

Format your prompts appropriately. For example:

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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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Suite Life On Deck, Zack/Mr. Moseby, wedding blues

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Jackie Chan Adventures, Jade/Shendu, grown up and ready to roll

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 11/River, Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus (http://www.lyricsondemand.com/onehitwonders/achybreakyheartlyrics.html)

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Merlin (BBC), Any, difficult pregnancy

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

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

[daria234.livejournal.com]

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

[daria234.livejournal.com]

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

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Alias/Covert Affairs, Sark/Jay, enemies

Re: Matthew 22:13 (NKJ)

[ladyknightanka.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be surprised if Sam is fine and Adam ends up totally messed up, even if he leaves the cage. He's been there for longer, after all. Poor kid. ;_;

I really love this insight, though! The quotes used is very fitting. ♥

[revenant-oozi.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern, Kilowag, Breaking the rookie

[revenant-oozi.livejournal.com]

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

[revenant-oozi.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern, Hal, This was a mistake

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

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.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Gah - this is awesome :D So, hot. Yeah, Neal's love of living a lie is wrong but so sexy. And this is perfect:

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."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

I LOVE this!!! The sexual tension was great here, and the characters were so spot on, and their dialogue was so THEM. And I SO agree that Neal just comes alive with having Peter right on his tail, no pun intended lol, so it was so great you explored that too. This is delicious :)

*are you going to post this to whitecollarfic and caffrey_burke?*

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

[daria234.livejournal.com]

OOH! HOT. And I love Wesley's conflicted emotions and the way he fucks with Spike's head - i love ALL of it. This is fabulous - thank you!

[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.

Re: Letting go, Havok/Darwin

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

*sob* Oh, boys...

This is exactly what I was looking for; thanks!

[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.

[samueljames]

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