Free For All Friday!
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comment_ficFriday, lovely lovely Friday. Let's celebrate it like we usually do and go Free For All. Anything goes just...
... remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Robert Downey Jr, "You gonna drink that, son?"
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, Quick and dirty
Kane RPS/Leverage, Steve Carlson/Eliot, Not quite right
Enjoy!
... remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Robert Downey Jr, "You gonna drink that, son?"
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, Quick and dirty
Kane RPS/Leverage, Steve Carlson/Eliot, Not quite right
Enjoy!
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:05 pm (UTC)No fill, Just love
Date: 2011-10-14 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 12:05 pm (UTC)Quick and Dirty 1/2
Date: 2012-03-07 11:07 am (UTC)Quick and Dirty (yeah, not a very original title. lol)
~*~
They knew they had to be quick, the danger of getting caught was extremely high, but they knew that not doing this wasn't an option.
It had been weeks since they'd last had time alone. Nate, in his crusade to save the world, had taken on more cases than they could handle, and they were forgoing a full night's sleep most nights just to keep their hard won reputations in tact.
The jobs seemed never-ending, with them doing recon on the next job before the current job was complete. It was a miracle, and a testament to their skill, that they hadn't slipped up at some point and given the game away.
Eliot, Alec, Parker and Sophie had all had a meeting about it. With his father's death, Nate had pretty much been on autopilot. As a coping mechanism it was terrible, but they all knew from personal experience that people grieved in different ways. However, crashing and burning wasn't an option for them, and if things continued on like they had been for the last month or so, they knew that's where they'd end up. They'd agreed to give Nate another week to get his head on straight before they all stepped in and straightened it out for him.
The impatient growl from his lover, as well as the none-too-gentle bite to his collarbone pulled Eliot out of his reverie.
"Seriously? Seriously?! You choose now to take a trip down memory lane! If I recall correctly, and you damn well know I do, it was YOU who pulled me into this damn closet! And if Parker catches us, you will be the one --"
Alec's rant is cut off by Eliot's lips on his, Eliot's favorite way of shutting the hacker up. As expected, Alec practically melts into the kiss, moaning deeply as Eliot's tongue thrusts in and out of his mouth in a lewd mimicry of what they'll soon be doing if Alec has any say in the matter.
With a quick maneuver, Eliot has Alec pressed face first against the far left wall of the closet, chuckling softly as his lover protests about the face full of coats he gets as a result. As Alec pushes the coats aside, not even wanting to think of what Sophie will do to them if any of her things are damaged by their impromptu tryst, Eliot retrieves a small tube of lube from his back pocket. Slicking his fingers quickly, grateful that Alec has already slid his jeans and boxers to reveal his bare ass, Eliot slowly slides a finger between Alec's firm cheeks, probing at the greedy pucker found there until, minutes later, he's three fingers deep in Alec's ass and just about to burst from the hot pull on his fingers and the wanton sounds his lover is making. Pressing a condom into his lover's hand, more from the necessity of a quick clean up rather than any real need to use them, Eliot hears the packaging tear and steps back a hair as Alec slips one onto his own erection.
Moving back into position, Eliot frees his own cock from his jeans and slides a condom into place, before sliding into Alec's welcoming heat. He knows they won't last long, they've been practically celibate for the last month save for a few hand jobs here and there, so Eliot doesn't hesitate once Alec's adjusted.
Setting up a quick pace, knowing that the rest of their team will be returning soon, Eliot thrusts into Alec's willing body taking what the hacker so freely gives.
Breathing against Alec's nape, licking at the salty sweat accumulated there, Eliot whispers wickedly into the quiet of the closet, "Come for me, darlin.' I wanna feel you come apart on my cock and nothing else."
Quick and Dirty 2/2
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-19 10:19 pm (UTC)Jackson blinked, even had the audacity to look surprised.
Scott shoved Jackson back, following the movement forward and crowding him in against the side of the house. Burnt timbers flaked and crumbled at the impact.
“The only thing this changes is the fact you have no leverage any more. You go telling people about us, you're digging your own grave as well as mine and Derek's.”
Jackson was still staring at him with slightly shocky eyes. And sure, this was a lot to take in. But he was the one who came seeking the bite. His fault. Scott punched his shoulder, remembering Jackson doing the same by the lockers. “This doesn't change anything.” He began to walk away.
“Derek said pack were brothers.”
Scott pulled up short and pressed his eyes shut. Damn Derek and his stupid mouth. He turned to stare over his shoulder. Enhanced sight easily catching the sheen to Jackson's eyes. Damn him too.
“Derek...” He sighed. “Derek was born,” he said, voice gentling despite himself. “We were made. It's not the same.” He shook his head, continuing. “Derek had no choice. You came looking. I never wanted this.” And maybe that wasn't entirely true any more. Lacrosse, Allison. Okay so the wolf screwed up as much as it improved. But it had improved. Not that Jackson needed to know any of that.
“Just stay away from me,” he said dully, a far cry from the righteous anger that had coursed through him the moment he'd seen Jackson and realised what Derek had done. “Just stay away,” he said again, turning and continuing down the drive.
“I don't know if I can,”Jackson said softly, Scott's enhanced hearing carrying the words to him easily.
He stumbled, leaves slippery under his shoes, but didn't stop.
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:18 pm (UTC)Relief, Merlin/Arthur PG-13
Date: 2011-10-16 04:20 am (UTC)Merlin's cheek was sticky with blood and he couldn't bring himself to care as his eyes, so blue and bright took in the fact that it was Arthur standing feet away from him, the castle wall crumbled around him and his own body still humming with powerful magic.
“Arthur,” he choked out the Prince's name, the word and any that might follow it seeming a little to heavy to escape.
“Merlin,” Arthur responded, staring at him, causing Merlin's heart to race.
It was all over, there was no way Arthur would believe whatever horrible excuse he could possibly come up with to cover up the sheer amount of magic he'd had to push forward in order to save their lives as the castle walls themselves had come crumbling down from underneath them.
Merlin would burn, or he would hang.
He could practically feel the heat already.
“Magic,” Arthur breathed in the next instant, amazement written all over his face. “You're a sorcerer, you've been a sorcerer...”
“All this time,” Merlin replied, if he was going to die he figured he might as well be honest about it. “Since birth, actually.”
“You complete and utter fool,” Arthur spat, as he shook his head in amazement, hair mussed and eye already threatening to blacken.
“I'm the fool, you antagonized the witch,” Merlin argued with him.
“We could have both died,” Arthur responded sharply, reaching out he gripped Merlin's wrist fairly tightly and pulled him close.
“I know, I know we could have, but I saved us, that counts for something right? A quick death perhaps, a beheading, that would be pretty swift, I like swift, painless,” Merlin babbled, surprised when Arthur yanked him even closer and found himself looking into Arthur's eyes, trying to identify the emotions he saw there.
“What on earth are you going on about?” Arthur asked him, arching an eyebrow he seemed completely unimpressed.
“My death, for being a sorcerer,” Merlin explained, putting in quite an effort to not break down.
“You idiot, we almost died already, I'm not going to kill you for saving my life,” Arthur responded sharply. “We almost died,” the words escaped him on a breath just before his lips met Merlin's.
Merlin inhaled sharply, gripping Arthur's shoulder his fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt and he found himself melting into the kiss just a bit after realizing how good it felt and how relieved he was that his secret had been revealed and he wouldn't suffer for it.
They were alive. Arthur knew the truth.
~
It wasn't until later that evening when the impact of what had happened between them struck Merlin, just as he was carrying Arthur's armour from the floor to the table and he dropped the helmet to the ground.
“Still clumsy I see,” Arthur remarked from the doorway, before he strode into the room and sat in the chair nearest the fire.
“Why would that change?” Merlin asked him, turning to look at him he was shocked at the fatigue he saw in Arthur's face. “Are you alright, sire?”
“Sire is it now?” Arthur retorted sardonically, gripping his wrist gently when Merlin moved to stoke the fire. “I had to explain to him that what happened was entirely the fault of the witch, and that any injuries I suffered were the result of my battle with her, and then I had to tell him that you were injured in a rather clumsy attempt to rescue me. He might even commend you on that, despite his perception that you are afflicted in some way mentally.”
“So you lied for me,” Merlin murmured, looking down at Arthur he allowed himself to be pulled closer.
“I've just learned the truth of who you really are Merlin, I couldn't very well let you die,” Arthur explained, tugging him into a kiss. “I find I like having you around, now...warm the covers for me, I've had a trying day.”
Merlin sputtered, indignant at the thought of having to fetch the warming stones from the kitchen. “Warm the...you want me to...oh...” He hurried to do so as he saw the almost lecherous expression on Arthur's face, almost tripping over his feet as Arthur laughed, blushing to the tips of his ears.
The End
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:35 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds(/White Collar), Reid/any, he doesn't know why he finds an angry, cursing Spencer hot... But he does
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 12:46 pm (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2011-10-14 05:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-14 01:55 pm (UTC)Dean is the one and only person Amy's son ever kills.
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Date: 2011-10-14 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 04:00 pm (UTC)Getting arrested certainly hasn’t gotten ordinary yet, especially getting arrested without comment despite their pleas for a reason and thrown into a small, dark room with only a cot, a toilet, and three electronic screens, all of which read 0.
“Well, this isn’t very-“ the Doctor says, and then shuts his mouth with an audible click as one of the screens blinks yellow.
“What-“ Amy starts, but the Doctor reaches out and covers her mouth, and she notices the middle screen blink yellow. The Doctor gives Rory a significant look, and Rory nods, keeping his mouth shut.
They stand there for a moment, frozen. Then, the Doctor looks at Amy, then Rory, before carefully taking his hand off Amy’s mouth. He backs up slowly, and sits against the wall. Amy and Rory copy him, eyes glued to the screens. Amy turns to look at the Doctor, and finds him giving the screens a contemplative look. She takes Rory’s hand in hers.
Then, with a look bordering on defiant, the Doctor mimes writing something with his fingers in the air. The far-left screen flashes red. Amy reaches with her other hand and grabs his wrist, pulling it down. He doesn’t try to pull it away, but he does give her a look, one of the ‘I’m a 900-year-old Time Lord and I can take care of myself’ looks. She gives him the ‘Yeah, well, maybe I’d leave you to it if you weren’t such a child sometimes’ look. He scoffs, and turns away.
They sit in silence for what feels like forever, their breathing the only sound in the room. Amy has her head on Rory’s shoulder, just resting her eyes for a bit, when the Doctor breaks through the silence with an “Oh, I see.”
She spins around to look at him, then up at the screens. They now read 97, 100, and 100.
“New day,” he says, by way of explanation. “I think we just got our quota. No wonder they didn’t explain the charges. Too many wasted words.”
“Unlike that explanation,” Rory says, and the Doctor snorts a laugh.
“I love you,” Amy says impulsively, settling back on his shoulder.
“Love you, too,” Rory says, and kisses the top of her head.
“Now who’s wasting words?” the Doctor says, in that faux-disgusted tone he likes to pull out every once in a while.
Amy sticks her tongue out at him, and he sticks his right back at her.
“So…” Rory says, trailing off.
“They’re a very orderly people. Few extra rules since last time, apparently. Don’t know what would happen if we go past red, but I suggest not finding out. They’re likely to let us out soon, as long as we behave.” He turns to look up at his screen. “Words are cool,” he finishes, and Amy watches his screen blink down to an even 30.
“Did you just want a round number?” she asks incredulously.
He looks at her, a smug smile on his face. “I like twenty-five even more.”
“Something tells me he’s not going to make it,” Rory says, wryly.
Amy shakes her head in resigned frustration, and the Doctor laughs.
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Date: 2011-10-14 02:00 pm (UTC)