Friday - Free For All
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As always, please remember to follow our 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 also use the following format when posting a prompt, for the sanity of our codemonkeys:
Sherlock, Sherlock/Lestrade, the time Sherlock pinches one too many badges...
Hawaii Five 0/Warehouse 13, author's choice, Steve's dad's toolbox is a Warehouse artifact...?
Have fun!
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Date: 2011-10-28 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-28 11:24 am (UTC)Fill: Sometimes One's Real Life Is the Life One Does Not Lead
Date: 2012-07-08 12:01 am (UTC)There's far too little light illuminating this alley, and they've wandered too far from the pub where they'd gone for drinks, for this to be a safe path to Mike's apartment.
But Neal doesn't realize this until a threat has presented itself.
In the form of three large men, confronting Mike and Neal with switchblades outstretched and prison tats bulging.
He doesn't break cover until he has to. He hands over his wallet and watch when Mike does the same. If he were really Neal Caffrey, he would probably be trying to talk their way out of this situation, as much as Mike is. But he isn't. Mike means too much for him to pretend otherwise. And so he sees that Mike's "There... There, see. That's everything. There's no reason to hurt anybody..." is falling on deaf ears (albeit adorable.)
He hears one gumba say something like, "Reason? I think teaching a couple of fags what happens when they go flaunting their shit in front of real men is reason enough. Right, boys?"
But by that time Mugger Numbers Two and Three are starting to crowd Mike and Neal in against one another. Mike's hand on Neal's arm is a terrifed vice. And Mugger Number Three is smirking, looking at Mike like-
Bryce has lashed out and broken Mugger Three's nose before he's seriously thought about it.
The next few moments are a confusing jumble of fierce punches and swift kicks (his), breathless exhalations of surprise and wonder (Mike's), and pained moans and grunts of exertion (their would-be attackers').
When it's over, Bryce is hurrying them on to Mike's home (both their wallets and watches easily retrieved) and watching Mike's stunned face with concern, anxious.
Mike knows all about the things "Neal" has done to piss off their government. But he has no idea how much Bryce has done to serve it. What he's seen tonight could raise questions Bryce isn't sure Mike can handle the answers to.
By the time they're behind closed doors, Mike has snapped out of his stupor.
"Are you kidding me?!" he says, giving Bryce a shove.
Bryce's stomach sinks. But then Mike keeps shoving him... until he has Bryce shoved up against his front door, and Mike kisses Bryce, laughing just before their lips meet.
It's Bryce's turn to be stunned speechless.
"That was- Oh my god, Neal, that was awesome! And so, so hot! I mean, I knew you were some kind of badass, but-"
"Wait. You did?" Bryce doesn't know what to make of Mike's reaction... But he's not about to argue with good fortune. He smiles, Mike's enthusiasm infectious.
Mike grins. "Please. Genius level I.Q., remember?" And when Bryce opens his mouth to speak again, he kisses Bryce quiet. "Later. Did you catch the part where I said you were really, really hot tonight? Like, ridiculously so. Clothes off. Now. Discussion time after."
Bryce isn't going to argue with that either.
"Yes, sir..." Bryce hums. This part of Bryce's life - the part he spends with Mike, just the two of them alone, has never involved pretending, regardless of the name Mike calls him in bed. It's satisfying on more than just one level.
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:34 pm (UTC)"What are you looking for?" Castiel questions, his gaze also traveling over the multitude of old trinkets and torture devices.
"I bought a Rebecca Black CD last year and put it in here in case there was ever anyone I wanted to inflict a truly cruel and unusual punishment on. However, I seem to have misplaced it." Crowley sighs, irritated by the gap in his memory. "Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to use Bieber on the poor bugger. One hundred consecutive hours of his whiny teen voice will make those cretins regret trying to kill me."
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Date: 2011-10-28 02:09 pm (UTC)without remorse the ruin of so many glorious once and perfect while they stood
Date: 2011-10-28 10:51 pm (UTC)He is burnt, inside and out, scoured clean of all the taint. Lucifer is gone as if he'd never been, his name ripped from the stars. None may speak of him.
The Morning Star has set, Michael announces, the last time anyone will make mention of him for the rest of eternity. The Evening Star rises.
Sam Winchester sits on a throne in Hell, a white crown on his dark hair, a pack of hounds at his feet, and demons bowed low, far as the eye can see.
The Evening Star rises! Michael calls to his legions. Prepare for war.
"Cas?" Dean shouts desperately, turning in place to see if he's answered the summons. "Castiel, please! Cas, Cas, c'mon, Cas! I need you. Please, I need you!"
To war! the Evening Star commands, voice thundering through the deep. Burn Heaven down.
Michael spreads wide his wings, sword in hand. He leads the charge.
Sam meets him head-on, and fights in a way the previous king never did. Michael is not his brother. Michael is easy to kill.
At the end, as Heaven burns, the Evening Star shines brightly, and his brother stares at the sky, waiting for an angel who will never reply.
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Date: 2011-10-28 02:09 pm (UTC)Gabriel/Sam/Lucifer; Knows Better then Everyone!Castiel
Date: 2011-11-06 08:10 pm (UTC)A flutter informed Gabriel that he was suddenly no longer alone in his stalking and he shifted in acknowledgment of the other angel. "Sam is too kind," he said quietly.
"Sam believes in salvation," was Castiel's response.
"And what does that tell you about ol' Luci's running obsession with him?" Gabriel snapped back, watching as Lucifer stared at Sam rather then the way Sam was adding the coffee grounds.
Castiel brushed invisible wings with his brother, "he feels as you do. That loving Sam is what will show him the true worth our Father saw in humans."
"I already know that, Cas."
"But it was not until you grew close with Samuel that you really saw it. Before you believed as a Trickster Pagan, not an angel but not a human either. Sam brought you back to yourself and made you more human. Let him do this for Lucifer as well."
Gabriel scowled but most of his anger faded to reluctance. "I want Sam to be mine not his."
"He is yours." Castiel said simply. "Just as you are his. Lucifer can not break your link, only make it stronger."
Lucifer took his first sip from the mug and drew back with a disgusted expression. Sam laughed, making Gabriel's feathers ruffle, and added more sugar to the Fallen's drink. Lucifer looked much happier with the end product this time around and Gabriel felt some of his tension fade.
Castiel had a point. Lucifer was his brother and he loved him. Sam was his human and Gabriel loved him. Maybe that was more then enough for them all to work out together.
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Date: 2011-10-28 02:45 pm (UTC)Captain Handsome (R/15+)
Date: 2011-11-18 10:24 pm (UTC)"I'm sure you could catch a pretty girl's eye in your uniform too, Ted."
Ted smiled. By mutual agreement they'd both turned down the invitation to go dancing with Maggie and Laura. Ted had flirted uncertainly till Dean touched his face softly and asked if he could kiss him. Now, after getting each other off, Ted was lying in Dean's bed. He'd tried to leave, only to have Dean pull him back down and tell him it was okay.
Dean put his hand on Ted's hip. "You've gone all quiet on me, Ted."
"I can't deny that my uniform has served me well in the past but it's my way of asking why me?"
Dean rubbed his thumb back and forward on Ted's hip and Ted felt himself falling for his friend. He smiled at Dean who grinned in return and God that smile made Ted's stomach flip.
"You're my friend, Ted, and I like you. Our friendship has survived a few stumbling blocks. A few weeks ago there was this moment in the cockpit where I thought you liked me. I was with Bridget then but today I thought I'd test my theory. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yes, most definitely." He kissed Dean quickly. "I really enjoyed it."
Dean pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him. Ted wrapped his arms around Dean and leaned up to kiss him again. He hooked his leg around Dean's and allowed Dean to take control of their kiss. Dean pulled back and ran his thumb across Ted's lips.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Yes."
Dean kissed him again and they spent the rest of the day in bed.
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The next morning Ted was woken by Dean kissing his forehead.
"Time to get up."
Ted yawned and sat up. Dean was already in dressed in uniform.
"Looking good, Captain Handsome."
He was rewarded with a beautiful smile and was very glad that there was no awkwardness. After Ted was dressed Dean smiled and grabbed his hand. He pulled Ted over in front of the mirror and fixed his tie.
"See, Ted. Told you that you look good in uniform."
Dean kissed his neck and smiled at him in the mirror. Ted turned to face him.
"Are we a thing now?"
Dean nods. "I hope so. Come back to mine when we land in New York and I'll make dinner."
Ted cheered inwardly. More time with Dean could only be a good thing. They shared one final kiss before leaving the privacy of Dean's hotel room. It was a long lingering kiss that would have to sustain them all the way across the Atlantic.
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