Wednesday - Boys

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Hi again. I'm your guest host, megans_writing. It's Wednesday, Hump Day.


The theme for today is Boys! This doesn't mean you have to prompt all slash pairings; het and gen are just as welcome. What do our boys in fandom get up to? Bachelor parties, male-bonding, drinking contests? Or something more innocent like pining for the one they love, watching their son take his first steps, or getting a new job? It's all fair game!


Remember the rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row; if one of your prompts is answered then you can prompt again.
No spoilers until at least a week after air-/publication date. If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly.


Format for Prompts:
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt -- OR (for a Crossover) Fandom/Fandom, Character or pairing, prompt


Examples:
Merlin BBC, Arthur and his knights, male-bonding
X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, accidental first kiss


Of course if you don't like today's theme, why not check out the Lonely Prompts?


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[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, accidental first kiss

[ibonekoen]

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Charles had these grandiose plans of wooing and courting, of romance and roses, candles and wine in crystal goblets. He'd envisioned his first kiss with Erik to be a gesture of tenderness, a gentle promise of more to come.

He certainly hadn't meant for Erik to be mid-sentence, his words stoppered by the frantic crushing of Charles' lips against his. The moments leading up to the kiss hadn't been all that romantic or sexual; they'd been playing chess in front of the fireplace in the study, and Charles had spent a large portion of the game squirming in his seat with heat licking at his lower regions from the sight of Erik's long fingers curled around individual chess pieces.

The subject matter of their discussion hadn't been all that titillating either; they'd talked about Shaw and Erik's thirst for revenge, and the coming challenges the young mutants would have to face.

Nothing that warranted Charles practically launching himself across the chessboard to devour Erik's mouth.

Yet, here he is, fingers curled around the armrests of Erik's chair, bent over him, tongue playing over the contours of Erik's mouth.

When he draws back, his face is flushed and his chest rises and falls in erratic beats. Erik's eyes are a cool, steely blue, and Charles' mouth goes dry.

"I-I=I'm so sorry," Charles squeaks, his eyes wide and panicked. He stumbles back, intending to flee from the room, but Erik catches his wrist and drags him back close, silencing his protests with another kiss.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Merlin BBC, Arthur and his knights, male-bonding

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 11/Simm!Master, What are you doing here?

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

4:30am, and what am I doing? Writing Doctor/Master. Feels like high school all over again.


"What are you doing here?"

The blond man turns, eyebrows raised in surprise. "And who are - ooof!" he's cut off as Eleven envelopes him in a hug. "Doctor?"

"Master!" Eleven beams, pressing his face against the Master's jacket. "You're like the universe's most evil cockroach, no matter how many times you manage to die, you always come back."

The Master manages to disentangle himself from Eleven's gangly limbs and takes stock of the Doctor's latest incarnation. "Bit like the previous one, aren't you? Beanpole, suits, stupid hair …" the Master reaches up and tugs on a lock of Eleven's hair, eliciting a yelp of pain from Eleven. Eleven jumps slightly, making a truly hilarious face.

"Ooo, I quite enjoyed that," the Master pulls on Eleven's hair again, and this time Eleven's eyes start to water.

"S-stop that," Eleven protests, lightly slapping at the Master's arms until he relents. "And I'm not like the previous incarnation, thank you. No more angst, no more brainy specs, completely different! Changed the TARDIS setup and everything. Also, bow-tie!" he tweaks his for emphasis.

"How very … you." The Master smiles, seeming genuinely fond. "So, where exactly are we right now?"

Eleven looks around: they're standing in a completely empty department store, a mattress store in fact, circa 1993 London. And it's a dream. Eleven can tell it's a dream because there's no ceiling, and the night sky above them is displaying constellations and planets that can't been seen on Earth. And also, the Master is here.

"My head?" Eleven asks, tapping at his skull quizzically.

"And why would you dream up me?" the Master grins, lounging seductively on one of the many beds scattered around the store. "Did Earth Girl #2677 not put out, again?"

Eleven scowls but sits down next to the Master anyway. "Is this really you, or am I just imagining the Master for selfish and lascivious purposes?"

"Mmmm, 'lascivious' … now there's a word I'd have liked to hear good old Ten say. Did have such passion for licking things then, did that carry over along with the suits and the skinniness?"

Eleven doesn't have time to retort because the Master is kissing him, devouring his mouth, biting Eleven's lips and drawing blood and pushing him down onto the mattress and really, who cares if this is really the Master or just a dream or even some kind of incubus alien feeding off of Eleven's arousal, he doesn't care right now, he needs another Time Lord, and not just any Time Lord, this one: his Master.

Eleven wakes with a splitting headache and the TARDIS alarms buzzing. There's a note stuck to his forehead with the message "We shared memories before I died. Residual psychic energy + lighting in the Time Vortex + Rassilon's life-force + your dream = Me! x12 incarnations!" This is followed by an intricate Gallifreyan symbol that Eleven recognizes as a complex means of flipping someone off whilst implying you'd very much like to fuck them again, thanks.

Eleven groans, rolls over, shuts off the alarms, and goes to sleep for three more days. He can deal with the Master later. Right now, he wants to sleep a dreamless slumber.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack+Owen, drinking contest to see if Owen gets a raise

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Angel, Gen, (If) Angel watched his son grow up

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Ianto/Owen, Boys Will Be Boys by The Ordinary Boys

[samueljames]

Southland, Ben/John, The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Balthazar/Dean/Castiel, strip drinking contest

[samueljames]

NCIS/The History Boys, Tony/Dakin, Sexy Boy by Air

[samueljames]

RENT, Collins/Angel, Nancy Boy by Placebo Collins never judges or asks questions about Angel's gender identity and having been bullied/harrassed in the past this is a huge deal for Angel.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, The Bachelor Party

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla, He hasn't been a boy for a very long time.

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Sons Of Anarchy, Chibs/Tig, Unwinding after a long day

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Drunken First Kiss

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; God!Castiel & deaged!any-/everyone; Castiel likes sitting in his garden, watching his new children play. (Bonus for kid!Uriel. :D)

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Pete Latimer, he's just a 12 year old in a grown-up body.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Human AU, It's Castiel's birthday and Dean the Stripper is his present.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Balthazar, Strip Poker

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, Michael decides it'd be easier to get Dean to say yes if he meets him sooner - and that's how Dean met his first archangel in highschool

[onechairleft.livejournal.com]

He thought it would have been easier, getting to the boy before he went to hell; before his brother and his father died; before he Hunted alone and grew so stubborn.

He thought it would be simple. Slipping into Dean's dreams at night, learning what he needed to use against the boy- to use to convince him. Hunters were different, more aware, than other humans, but they shared the same wants and needs. Family; love; acceptance. Nightly, Micheal offered them all and was content to wait until the boy said yes.

"What would happen to Sammy?" Sam, fourteen and already showing the rebellious spirit that made him the perfect host for Micheal's own brother. He'd almost forgotten about Sammy.

"He'll be fine, Dean. I've arranged for someone to take good care of Sam." They were on a baseball field, standing at the pitcher's mound in Dean's dream; sun shining overhead and empty stands surrounding them. A lot of Dean's dreams were empty; devoid of other life. Micheal hadn't been on earth for a long time, so he couldn't be sure that it was normal.

He could tell the boy was close. Very, very close.

"Who?"

"One of my brothers."

"Which one?"

"You might know him as the Lightbringer." He doubted it. Dean had never been studious.

"The Lightbringer, huh? Is he a good guy? He'll take real good care of Sam?" Micheal had worn the boy's father, once. He knew that Dean's devotion to his brother was equal to John's devotion to Mary. John had said yes to save his wife's life. Dean would only say yes if he was assured of Sam's.

"He will do everything within his power to keep your brother safe from harm." Not a lie; the Lightbringer would not want his vessel damaged.

"Okay, then. I'll do it." Dean had been staring at the ground, deep in thought. "If it's so important, I'll do it. How does it work?"

Micheal couldn't hide his grin and the resulting light was blinding.

"All you ever had to do was say yes."

And Micheal, because he was an Angel and he could do these things, reached out through Dean's dreams and deep, down into the boy's soul and poured himself into his vessel.

Dean startled awake, dazed and confused. Fourteen years in the future, he woke; trapped behind Micheal in his own meat-suit.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Angel Sanctuary, Michael/Raphael, video games

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, boys and their toys

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Lucifer & Sam; "Hey, kid. Want some candy?"

Micro-Mini fill (Couldn't Resist)

[03-07-1992.livejournal.com]

"Hey kid. Want some candy?"

"Hey pedo. Want a face full of Rock Salt?"

It's the start of a magical fucking relationship.

[tigriswolf]

Pirates of the Caribbean : On Stranger Tides, Spanish king/Spanish captain, backstory

[tigriswolf]

Glee, outside pov on Kurt,

He looked so little
And weak and slim,
I prayed the world
Might be good to him.

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

I'm not the greatest at POV's but I figured I'd give it a try. Puck's POV

I’m not always a good Jew. Hell, most of the time I pick on Jews more than anyone else. Someone needs to toughen em’ up, so it might as well be another Jew who’s only looking out for them. But the first time I saw Kurt Hummel (like really saw him) I knew that the world wasn’t going to be nice to him. He was so little and weak I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

So maybe I went about it the wrong way at first. Dumping him dumpsters, throwing slushies at him but I figured it out after awhile. He wasn’t little and he wasn’t weak. Kurt Hummel was probably the strongest mother out there. He didn’t give up, never and he didn’t listen to the way people spoke about him. The world had a lot to learn from Kurt Hummel. I just hoped that the world would be good to him before it started taking lessons.

[tigriswolf]

Counterfeit Son, Neil Lacey, he knows he's Neil--but he keeps having Cameron's nightmares anyway

[connorangel21.livejournal.com]

No fill, but I'd love to see someone do this. I loved this book the first time I read.