Wednesday: The F word

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Good morning!  Today is the day for single word prompts that begin with the letter F.  Why?  Well, why not, really.  Any fandom and theme will do, as long as it fits those parameters.   Have fun!


Please remember the rules!



*Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).

* No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.

* Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.


And of course, make sure to format correctly. Here are some examples -


True Blood; Jessica/any ; fandom

Little Women ; Beth ; fearless

Little Women ; Jo/Laurie ; faults

Little Women ; Jo/Laurie ; first

Les Miserables ; Cosette ; found


Can't find fantastic fic ideas to frantically fill?  Don't forget the frightfully full index of fun and forsaken prompts looking for a friend..... By which I mean the lonely prompts index. 

Comments

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True Blood; Jessica/any ; fandom

[wingstar102.livejournal.com]

STXI, Sarek/McCoy, finally

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

Little Women ; Beth ; Fearless

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

Little Women ; Jo/Laurie ; faults

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Sons Of Anarchy, Chibs/Tig, forgiven

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Sons Of Anarchy, Clay/Tig, fix

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Michael/Jesse or Victor or Sam, "Fi!!!"

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

Little Women ; Jo/Laurie ; first

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, fetish

Untitled Dean/Cas - Hope you like!

[serenelystrange.livejournal.com]

"Be still."
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Dean struggles halfheartedly against Castiel's hand, where it's pressed against his chest, holding him down to the cheap motel bed. The rough material of the comforter scratches against his bare skin, but he doesn't mind.
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"I wanna see, Cas, come on!"
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Cas chuckles and runs his fingers across the bridge of Dean's nose, just barely brushing the silk of the blindfold.
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"You know I can't let you do that. It isn't safe."
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He leans forward and nips at Dean's neck, soothing away the sting with his tongue. Dean strains to move up, to pull Cas down to him, but the angel is too strong.
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"I don't fucking care!" he says, voice thick, "I want to see them!"
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Cas goes completely still, and Dean can tell he said the wrong thing.
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"You could go blind," Cas says, in that matter of fact tone that Dean's grown to both love and hate. "Or worse," he continues, "You could die."
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"Been there, done that," Dean says, smirking.
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Castiel leans down suddenly, surrounding Dean, and he catches his breath at the contact. His vision is dark but it only intensifies the feel of Cas around him.
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He can feel his skin tingle at the proximity itself.
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"I couldn't bring you back," Cas says, so much softer than Dean expected.
"I couldn't save you again. I won't let you die."
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Dean reaches up blindly to cradle Cas's face, rubbing his thumb across the other man's cheekbone.
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"Aw, Cas, that almost sounds like you love me or something."
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Castiel stays quiet for a long moment, still pressed against Dean, and it does nothing to calm the hunter's nerves, or his libido.
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"You are..." the angel says, pausing to kiss Dean on the lips once, "the reason I fell."
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"From Grace?" Dean asks, looping his hands around Castiel's waist, still so unused to the bare skin there and not that well-worn trench coat.
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"In love," Cas replies, sounding somehow surprised, as if he's just figured it out.
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Dean's glad for the blindfold in that moment, grateful that Cas can't see the emotion in his eyes.
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"I..." he says, unable to get the words out, even though they're singing in his blood.
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It's fucked up, when he thinks about it. An angel of the lord can confess his love to a damned man, but he can't say it back.
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"I..." he tries again, but Cas hushes him.
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"I know," he says, "I can hear the words."
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Dean laughs, "You read my thoughts now, too?"
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"No," Cas says, still so serious, "Your heart."
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Dean goes quiet, relishing in the moment, before smirking again.
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"Alright, chick flick moment over. We gonna do this or what?"
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He can actually feel Cas roll his eyes.
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"Ass," Cas says, fondly, "just keep your eyes closed."
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Dean nods and smiles against Cas' lips when he kisses him again.
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The room is silent except for breathing until Dean hears the fluttering and feels the sudden swoosh of air.
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He reaches out to feel, smoothing his hand down the glossy feathers of Castiel's wings.
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"Amazing," he says, forgetting his desire, lost in the incredible sensation.
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Cas just kisses him again, wrapping his wings around them both. Their world may be ending, but they have tonight, and all the nights until the end.
He plans to make them count.

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Les Miserables ; Cosette ; found

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Terminator:SCC (or movies), any, fishbowl

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Casey/or&any, Firefly

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, fledgling

Fledgling

[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

I hope you like this!

Dean awoke to darkness, stars filtering through the crack left in the partially pulled curtains. He yawned, and turned slightly, feeling an empty space in bed where Castiel should have been. Dean frowned, and without looking, placed one hand on the sheets beside him. He found the material cold, as though Castiel had been up for a long time.

Dean sat up and looked around, finding that the angel was no longer in the room. Concerned, the hunter swung his legs from beneath the sheets and stood, stretching to ease the kinks from his cramped up muscles. Finally, he padded across the room and down the stairs, to stop at the door to the living room. Inside, Castiel had lit the fire, and was currently sitting beside it, cradling their fledgling in his arms.

Castiel didn’t notice Dean at first, too consumed with rocking their baby in his arms, humming something melodic to the tiny angel. Her chubby arms reached for Castiel wondrously, small feathered wings flapping slightly as he continued to rock her. Dean shifted slightly, making Castiel glance up and over at him. Castiel was smiling peacefully, obviously contented.

“She okay?” Dean asked, gruffly, trying not to show how touched he was at the scene before him.

“Yes, Dean. Seraphina was unable to sleep, so I brought her down here. I was just about to feed her,” Castiel replied, smile still touching the corners of his eyes.

Dean didn’t reply; instead, he waited while Castiel stood and handed their baby over. Dean took her gladly, smiling when Seraphina giggled and reached for him. Dean allowed her to explore his face, tiny fingers travelling over his jaw and cheek while he rocked her. He felt the tiny feathers on her perfectly formed wings tickling against his bare forearm, while Castiel moved about the kitchen preparing the formula. Dean couldn’t help but smile at the way that the angel still read the back of the formula packet, unused to doing something humans with babies took for granted.

Finally, Castiel returned and placed the bottle in Dean’s waiting hand. Castiel stood back and smiled as he watched Dean feeding the fledgling, smile creeping slowly over Dean’s face as he did so. Dean caught Castiel smiling, but didn’t hide his own smile. He did however remove the bottle from Seraphina’s mouth long enough to point at Castiel.

“If you think I’m saying oochi-koochie-coo, you’ve got another think coming, dude,” he said, as Serpahina reached for her bottle with a small squawk of protest.

“Oochie-koochie-coo, Dean? I do not know this word,” Castiel commented, frowning as he tilted his head to the side and regarded the hunter curiously.

“You know what? Never mind,” Dean said, with a sigh, even as he returned the bottle to the reaching Seraphina.

Castiel remained silent, still frowning over the unfamiliar word, before his frown melted into a vague smile at the sight of Dean feeding their baby. Finally, she was fed, and sleepy once more. Castiel waited while Dean set about sterilizing the bottle, before they returned to bed, Seraphina nestled safely between them.

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Supernatural, John/Gabriel, funeral

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, fish

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale, frisson

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any s6 character(s), Flesh

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!chesters (+ John), fire

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Bones, Zack +/ Hodgins, Firefly

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Tobias, flight

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Rachel, finished

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, any Controller, fight

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Kate & Tony, fold

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Firefly, crew, fleeced

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Last of the Mohicans (movie verse), Uncas/Alice, found

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Everyone thought her sister was the practical one, but truthfully, she was the romantic. On matters of love, it was Alice who understood that love is fine for books and ballads, not for women of honor. Alice knew, since she was a small girl, that she would be married off to a man, hopefully not cruel, and that the match would be arranged in order to enhance the prosperity and respectability of both families. To do otherwise would be unthinkable.

When it turned out - astonishingly - that she - unromantic, sullen Alice - was capable of falling in love, she had little experience dealing with such a discovery. When she found out that someone could love her, love her more than life, she realized that she wasn't going to be able to live the quiet wifely life after all.

She lived her life by what she feared; it was only at the end that she lived, and died, according to what she loved. She found herself only at the last moment, but it was the only moment that mattered.