Friday Free For All
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comment_ficHere we are, back to Friday. You know what that means! Free for All...any fandom, any pairing, any prompt your crazy little mind can come up with.
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Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel/Sam, it was never going to work, but for the moment...
Leverage, Eliot/Author's Choice, the first time he cared
Criminal Minds/NCIS/NCISLA, Penelope Garcia/Abby/Nell, online games
If none of these are working for you, please give our lonely prompts a go, but be aware that the new delicious is still working out the kinks. These are outside of our control. We are looking at other options, but as of right now have not identified anything viable.
Go forth and have fun.
Please do remember to follow the rules:
* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts per fandom
* If your prompts get answered, feel free to post more
* No spoilers in your prompt for at LEAST a week after publication/air date
* If there are spoilers in your fic response, please warn and leave adequate space following the warning to let folks give it a pass.
Please take mercy on our hard working code monkeys and format your prompts properly (and try not to make them overly long).
For example:
Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel/Sam, it was never going to work, but for the moment...
Leverage, Eliot/Author's Choice, the first time he cared
Criminal Minds/NCIS/NCISLA, Penelope Garcia/Abby/Nell, online games
If none of these are working for you, please give our lonely prompts a go, but be aware that the new delicious is still working out the kinks. These are outside of our control. We are looking at other options, but as of right now have not identified anything viable.
Go forth and have fun.
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Date: 2011-10-07 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:55 am (UTC)FILL: Untitled
Date: 2011-10-07 04:28 pm (UTC)Eliot's been out of the Army for a couple years when he meets Damien Moreau. Damien's just found out that his head of security sold him out to a petty drug lord, which hurts more because he's about to be killed by a two bit dealer than the betrayal itself. Eliot's just killed a man he'd respected over a bad painting. They meet in a bar, where Damien's doom is the local talent armed with homemade brass knuckles, and Eliot's nursing a grudge and a hairline fracture to his ulna. Eliot enjoys the bar fight, even with limited mobility, and afterward Damien thanks him for stepping in and then they go back to Damien's hotel room and fuck.
They meet again five months later, when Eliot ends up looking for a pearl knife his client wants in Moreau's estate in southern France. Eliot finds the knife, but has to go through about 10 of Moreau's (new) guards to get out of the basement, and then he runs into Damien himself. They end up fucking again. In the morning, Damien gives Eliot the knife and the name of a collector in Venice who's looking for talented help.
The third time they meet is in Haiti, two months after France. Eliot's getting over a concussion and learning how to cook. Damien's closing a business deal. They spend two weeks in Damien's villa, and Eliot probably would have stayed longer if he hadn't gotten a call from someone he owed a favor. He kisses Damien goodbye.
A week later, in Dallas, Eliot accuses Damien of stalking him. Then he ends up fighting an army of mercenaries looking to repossess the puppies he's supposed to return to a monastery in Tibet, and leaves town without finishing the argument.
Eliot meets a girl in Hong Kong. He spends eight months in the city, gets an apartment and a job in security. It's good. For the first time since Amy, he thinks that it’s time to settle down.
He finds out through some of his old contacts that there's a hit out on Damien Moreau by one of the big names in world black market finance. Moreau’s been stepping on toes, snatching deals out from under the big guns, and the big guns have gotten tired of it and are biting back. Eliot doesn't even think. He just leaves, hits one of his caches for weapons and passports, and heads to Singapore.
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Date: 2011-10-07 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:58 am (UTC)RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, don't make me tell your Mama
Date: 2011-10-22 08:55 am (UTC)Steve narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't..."
Christian smirked and met Steve's gaze. "Wouldn't I?" He countered, resting his elbows on the table, fingers steepled under his chin. "You willin' to take that risk?"
Steve stared back at Christian silently for long moments before exhaling slowly - which only made him cough harder. "No," he replied eventually, shaking his head. "No, I'm not." He sighed and stood up from the table and scowled at Christian. "You are the most frustrating, under-handed, evil son of a bitch."
Christian grabbed Steve's wrist and pulled him close. "I love you too darlin'" He pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead, brushing a sweaty lock off hair from his skin before cupping his cheek in his hand. "Go to bed, Steve. You've got the flu whether you like it or not and you need to rest."
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Date: 2011-10-07 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 11:59 am (UTC)FILL: this pillar of salt - Morgan/Reid, G
Date: 2011-10-07 07:41 pm (UTC)But, Derek supposes, Spencer’s never been “just anybody.”
He’s probably never been considered much of a threat, either, by anyone – at least not at first. There are a few people who wouldn’t be six foot under right now if they had perceived the kid to be as big a threat as he actually is. More than a few, if Derek’s really honest, because a lot of the men he’s taken down himself wouldn’t have ended up on his radar if it hadn’t been for one of Spencer’s insights, some obscure fact or genius observation.
Derek didn’t perceive Spencer as a threat, when they first met. Not as anything anywhere even close to threatening. Some hundred-and-fifty-pounds-soaking-wet sweater vest in coke bottle glasses, babbling statistics and staring at his shoes, blushing whenever anyone looked straight at him. Imagine Derek’s surprise, then, the day he realized that Spencer…
Spencer Reid is the most frightening man Derek’s ever met.
And not because he grew some fashion sense and a spine over the years.
Spencer frightens Derek at least once on a monthly basis. He frightens Derek with his generosity, sometimes trusting where trust isn’t necessarily warranted. Derek trusts Hotch, he does. He understands his choice in not telling the team about Emily, but at the very least Derek is angry. He’s angry about what Hotch did to them, what he did to Spencer. Spencer’s loyalty to Hotch is so absolute… he can’t even be that. If there is a line across which Spencer would not go for their team leader, forgiving months of deception and heartache doesn’t trip over it, and Derek becomes frightened when wondering what would.
Spencer frightens Derek with his self-lessness. Derek’s watched him strip off his vest and stand between the team and an assault rifle. He’s watched Spencer lock himself in a room with Death, breathing in more and more poison so he could look for the cure to saving the other infected. Derek knows about the stunt Spencer pulled during the hearing. That he didn’t request reinstatement. That he offered himself up to the committee in the place of the team in case a fall guy was all they needed.
Spencer says sometimes that he isn’t brave – that he wishes he wasn’t such a coward when faced with danger – and every time he says it, Derek feels his heart race, imaging a Spencer less afraid of the risks he takes every day. If it were up to Derek, Spencer would be far more cowardly than he could ever, ever be.
“Kid, don’t you say that. I have nightmares about how brave you are,” Derek tells him honestly, “It terrifies me to think of you getting braver.” And he can’t help but watch Spencer closely, whenever an opportunity arises for Spencer to try.
Derek trusts the kid with a lot of things. He trusts him to have Derek’s back. He trusts him to tell Derek the truth. He trusts Spencer with his heart and he trusts him with his body (and that, considering Derek’s past experiences with sex and men, took time).
But he doesn’t know if he’ll ever trust Spencer not to get killed and leave him.
Derek built the walls around himself for a reason – to protect himself from getting hurt. And when he thinks of losing Spencer… of seeing that bright, beautiful boy snuffed out… He doesn’t think anything could hurt more.
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 12:08 pm (UTC)(referring to "We were drunk! We were in London!")
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, "You kiss even better when you're sober"
Date: 2011-10-22 12:10 pm (UTC)He couldn't deny that there were similarities this time: he was still pressed up against a wall; the kiss was still open-mouthed and desperate; Steve's hands were still everywhere all at the same time and they still fell into bed together.
But this time they were both sober, both completely aware of their actions and Christian's cock was even harder than he thought possible as Steve ground down against him, mouthing along his collar bone before capturing his lips again in another steamy kiss.
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 07:04 pm (UTC)They aren't memories, exactly. Ghosts of memories maybe, the vague impressions of hands and teeth, of lips that pressed to his unwanted, of bodies and the sticky slide of sweaty flesh.
He isn't even sure really sure who...which ones he hurt and which ones hurt him...they blur together inside him and moments of pleasure turn on him...Dean's kiss becomes lips covering his so that he can't breathe...Dean's hand on his skin become flames burning at flesh.
The closer they come to actual sex the worse it gets, until Sam can't breath for the feeling of being violated and held down, even when he's the one on top.
Dean's hand is on his back, his voice is soft and deep, but it only makes him feel smaller, more broken. Tears leak from his eyes and he shudders, wanting the comfort of his brother's arms, but afraid to let him close.
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 12:31 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2012-06-06 10:29 pm (UTC)But this man, her husband, he is no king. Not yet. Her children will have no fire. She may well be remembered as the granddaughter of kings, but never as the mother of one.
She presses a dagger into his hand, cool metal trapped between their flesh. He will spill the blood of kings, and take it into himself.
She has the blood of a queen.
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 01:28 pm (UTC)Fill
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:49 pm (UTC)A question of lust. Part I
Date: 2012-02-05 10:45 am (UTC)"There's an open house tonight of The Future Foundation," Namor's voice dark, and serpentine, as he pressed his erection against her core. "It's rare to have such an established and venerable residence so-" he paused, his fingers curling into the delicate fabric of her dress, and inching it down her chest, his mouth following the line and shape of her breasts to her nipple. Sue clenched her stomach muscles, as her hands drifted to his waist, drawing him closer...
"Sue?" That was Carol, her voice threading through the slap of her heels against the kitchen floor. "Sorry to be such a PITA, but the bubbly is running low and Johnny said that you'd handle it?"
Sue closed her eyes, and found the strength to make her voice steady as Namor's thumb flicked against the now hardened bead of her nipple.
"Of course, thanks Carol, I'll deal with it." Sue took care in choosing her words.
"Hey, you're in the pantry? Can I come in?"
"No, no," Sue gritted her voice, as Namor bent his head, his breath hot and moist on her nipple. "I'll be right out."
"It's your funeral," Carol's voice was easy, and Sue groaned, at how unerringly accurate it was.
II
"They sent you in here," Namor's eyebrows raised even higher, almost to his hairline if that could be believed - as he gazed at Sue, his eyes hot with the emotion that lived there. "Even though-"
"The others can't trust you," Sue said, as she stood by the window, staring outside. Despite their varying degrees of intimacy, Sue never looked in his direction any more than she had to, and Namor found himself crossing the room to her, the carpet swallowing his approach underfoot.
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:55 pm (UTC)Now is Here
Date: 2011-10-11 05:19 am (UTC)The line from the fishing pole is in the lake and there are two fish on a string tied to the post of the dock. The morning is chilly, but not so cold that he feels the need to move to stay warm. The sky is growing lighter, with the sun’s approach clear on the horizon. Dean hears a door creak open and quiet footstep coming down the dock behind him. He closes his eyes against the sting of tears.
The smell of coffee is punctuated by the feel of a warm cup pressed into his hands. Warm lips brush the corner of his mouth and a deep, graveled, voice says, “If you’re going to sleep you should have stayed in bed with me.”
Dean opens his eyes and smiles. “Not sleeping, just giving them a rest.” He turns to the man kneeling beside him and looks into eyes the color of heaven. “Morning, Cas.”
Castiel leans forward and brushes their lips together again. “Have you caught anything, or have you been too busy examining the insides of your eyelids?”
Dean tugs on the string, lifting the fish out of the water. “Got lunch right here. What about breakfast?”
Castiel stands, his hand caressing Dean’s face. “Bacon’s done. Do you want eggs or pancakes?”
“I don’t care, whatever you want to fix.”
“Pancakes it is. I can use up the rest of the blueberries we picked yesterday.” He starts to walk back to the cabin.
Dean watches him go, a lithe body in a pair of Dean’s sleep pants and his favorite Zeppelin t-shirt, and again his eyes sting. He turns back to face the lake, but the sun has risen and the light is bright on his face. “Please, no, not yet.”
He stands and turns towards the cabin, walking quickly down the dock, but the cabin doesn’t get any closer. In the distance he sees the door open and Castiel looks out. “Dean,” he says, but Dean hears an echo.
“Dean, breakfast is ready,” Sam’s voice breaks the illusion and Dean opens his eyes to see the window where the early morning sun is shining into his room. He draws a deep breath and sits up on the side of the bed, facing away from Sam who is standing in the doorway.
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Dean,” Sam starts.
“In a minute, Sam.” Dean hears the door close and slumps back onto the bed. He slides his hand back to touch the folded coat he had been using as a pillow. “See you tonight Cas.” Dean stands up and goes to face the day.
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:26 pm (UTC)Fill: "Switching Partners", G
Date: 2011-10-17 04:11 am (UTC)It made sense from Hunter's perspective to see them in different circumstances, now that she was expected to lead them. She didn't want to just rely on what Hetty had done, she wanted to form her own opinions on what was best for the team.
Kensi got that. But it didn't mean she liked it.
She trusted Sam and Callen, of course. They'd swapped partners temporarily before, if specialized skills were needed, and she trusted each of them to watch her back. But Deeks hadn't been with NCIS as long as she had— he still thought like a cop, and she wasn't sure Sam and Callen would remember that long enough to bring him back to her in one piece.
And that would be why she couldn't say anything about switching partners.
Never, under any circumstances, would she say out loud that she actually cared about Marty Deeks. Kensi suspected he knew she might, just a little, not hate him, but she definitely didn't want him finding out how much she'd come to rely on him— not just as her partner on the job, but off as well.
Although... Deeks seemed just as unsettled about the switch-up. Maybe, he didn't like dealing with a new partner any more than she did. Maybe, he was just as worried about her as she was about him. Maybe, he—
No, of course he wasn't.
Not a chance.
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 03:26 am (UTC)To Gabriel, being forced to ride in the backseat was tantamount to segregation. He liked to make scornful remarks about apartheid, and racism, calling himself heaven's Rosa Parks, until Sam finally hissed at him to shut up.
Sam thought the archangel just liked to make everyone else as miserable as he was, especially after a particularly nasty hunt that left Gabriel without enough power to even snap up a candy bar.
Dean liked to point out that Castiel was allowed up front, so he wasn't racist against angels, he just didn't like Gabriel.
Gabriel pointed out that he was the only archangel in the car, depleted grace or not, and once more called Dean a racist.
It was at that point that Castiel threw his best "I am disappointed in your decisions" look over his shoulder.
From his scrunched up corner of the backseat, (really, Gabriel was half Sam's size, and he managed to take up three quarters of the seat), Sam thought that Castiel was finally learning that a pissed off Dean meant no sex.
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders, crossed his arms, and began humming "the wheels on the bus go round and round". Dean, in retaliation, turned the Zep tape up. Gabriel started singing, and when Dean turned the radio up just a bit louder, Gabriel's voice rose a notch.
Sam, finally through with them all, reached his freakishly long arms between the seats, ejecting Dean's tape and snatching it away before Dean could kill them all arm wrestling Sam for it while still driving. In the next breath, he withdrew a Snickers bar from his duffel - the last candy bar in the car, purchased at the last gas station as an incentive to himself to not kill either his brother or his boyfriend - and stuffed it into Gabriel's hand.
The archangel's mouth snapped shut, his eyes widened, and he closed his fingers into a fist around the chocolate.
The silence in the car was the most beautiful thing he'd heard all day. Gabriel happily, and quietly, unwrapped his candy bar, Dean shot him a look that was one part pissy (probably the tape theft) and one part gratefulness (undoubtedly for shutting Gabriel up), and Castiel gave Sam a pleased, "thank you," from the passenger's seat.
Later, curled up together in the bed that most assuredly did not come with the Motel 6 room, Sam finally laughed aloud. "If you wanted to share my Snickers, you didn't have to be an ass to do it."
Gabriel shifted sleepily. "Yeah, but I got the whole candy bar, and I got to piss Dean off. Win-win, in my book."
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-07 01:52 pm (UTC)