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:
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Eliot Spencer was a short man
Franklin & Bash/Suits, gen, Harvey & Mike up against Franklin & Bash in court
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:
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Eliot Spencer was a short man
Franklin & Bash/Suits, gen, Harvey & Mike up against Franklin & Bash in court
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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Date: 2011-07-22 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:40 pm (UTC)His only communication with Christian had been by text, Christian being so livid with Steve that he refused to take his phone calls. It had been one drunken kiss in a bar and Steve refused to apologise for that when Christian had done so much worse to him through the years. But when the shoe was on the other foot Christian didn’t like it so much – yeh, what happened to “I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything”; didn’t apply apparently when it was Steve saying it. Christian had demanded, yes demanded, that he apologise for what he’d done and when Steve had said no he’d seen the white hot fury in Christians eyes
He’d waited a minute or two for Steve to change his mind before delivering his final ultimatum “Apologise or I walk out that door for good”. Steve knew his stubborn nature was legendary amongst his friends and he hadn’t disappointed them by giving in to Christian but now 3 weeks later neither of them had backed down and it looked like they were really over. Steve knew he should just apologise, get Christian to come home but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Instead he’d avoided spending time in the apartment during the day and spent his evenings playing jam nights where people knew that they should know him but couldn’t quite place his face.
He’d been strong too, no tears this time –well not many anyway - and he’d only had a couple of nights where he’d got wasted…. So maybe he could do this, maybe he could break free from the hold that Christian Kane seemed to have on him. Time to finally be Steve instead of ChrisandSteve
Right, he needed to pack his stuff and head back to LA; then Christian could come back home and get on with the rest of his life too. Figuring that the bedroom was the best place to start he made straight for the closet, pulling his duffle bag out and grabbing clothes off to the rail. He threw them on the bed and started to roll clothes, stuffing them in the bag, somehow wanting this act of finality to be over as quickly as possible. He worked methodically sorting his clothes from Christians and putting Christians back in the closet. Just the drawers to do now and he could be on his way.
Pulling open the bottom drawer he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he received a punch to his gut, for there on the top were those jeans, the jeans, the ones that had been responsible for him and Christian getting together. He could remember that night like it was yesterday….
Continued...
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Date: 2011-07-22 09:29 am (UTC)the day of my destiny is over - takes place in season 6, PG13ish, gen
Date: 2011-07-23 01:24 am (UTC)He's chained on his knees, hands crossed at his back, blood pooling around him.
"Well, well," Alistair's replacement purrs, walking up and caressing his head. "The pupil's brother. Our Lord's Vessel. You're cuter than I thought."
So much blood. Dripping from his mouth, oozing from his pores. An ocean of blood, and still more.
He never did like the sight of it. The stench. Dad told him to get used to it. Dean didn't think it was that bad. Sam wishes he were still in the cage, still wrapped in Lucifer’s warmth and Michael’s light.
“Pretty eyes,” the replacement murmurs, crouching down in front of him, trailing fingers in the blood and licking it off. “Tastes like Heaven.”
Sam keeps silent, gaze on the blood until he closes his eyes. He can still smell it.
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Date: 2011-07-22 09:30 am (UTC)dogs have owners. cats have staff. - Highlander, Methos, PG
Date: 2011-07-23 01:36 am (UTC)There is a language Methos knows, forgotten by everyone else, from a place so long ago... well. Cats were worshipped once. He remembers. He remembers the second wave, too, when they tried to reclaim their places and ended as witch familiars, punished just like their mistresses and masters.
Cats have never been subservient to anyone. Not the ones still in the wild, magnificent and beautiful, or the 'domestic' ones with human servants. Every time he hears someone gush about their 'pet cat,' Methos has to hold in a scoff.
He remembers. He was there. Even the most ancient form of Egyptian is slightly wrong.
There’s a reason cats in the wild don’t meow.
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Date: 2011-07-22 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-22 10:06 am (UTC)history is the killing of kings - gen, PG
Date: 2011-07-23 01:45 am (UTC)Methos has been a lord, a king, and a god. All of them were fun, for a time, but he lost interest in a throne long ago.
Tyrants are overthrown. Kings are assassinated. Gods are brought low.
Methos endures. Never again will he be the face of the regime, answering prayers or speaking to the masses. He is the plotter, the planner, the one who sees a dozen steps in advance. Of the Horsemen, there is a reason he is the only one left. Methos is patient.
He can lead. He has before, he will again. And maybe one day, he’ll find someone with Kronos’ passion, MacLeod’s strength, someone worthy in all aspects, and he’ll put that child on a throne. He will guard the child, he will guide the child, he will the power behind a figurehead…
Methos will not be overthrown, or assassinated, or brought low. He is the shadow behind everything, inescapable and uncatchable, the whisper in the dark that rules nations.
He endures. He survives. History is the killing of kings, and he is history walking.
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Date: 2011-07-24 05:25 pm (UTC)Parker continued eating her ice-cream as she watched Hardison and Eliot banter on about silly things. Of course, it was not as good as watching early morning cartoons, but it was getting equally good as their responses were starting to become more silly and simply put, random. She loved riling up Eliot on his last nerve, and it seemed she was not the only one who enjoyed doing that. It was one of many things she had in common with Hardison.
Eliot had commented that if she and Hardison ever had kids, they would turn out smashing weird. Personally, she though weird was a good think. She popped of into a small daze imagining little pooping machines running around stealing everything from their own place, and at the same time and using little robots to wreak havoc. It was a kind of cute image, she admitted to herself, but she knew that would never happen.
“Humpty Dumpty?”
“No!”
“Alice…”
“How’s that even funny?”
“…In wonderland”
No, that would never happen. She though back about the past. Parents. She had only experience foster care, never her real parents, that she could remember. She did not want any future children to blow her up… Definitely not.
She walked up to the boys. “We are not naming our kid Pretzels, because we’re not having any kids!”
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Date: 2011-07-22 11:53 am (UTC)No fill but...
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