Friday Free For All
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comment_ficHappy Friday, everyone! It's our usual Free For All, so knock yourselves out. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are welcome today.
Just remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
NCIS LA, Eric/Nell, that's what partners do
Supernatural/NCIS, John Winchester/Gibbs, Semper Fi
And if none of our prompts are catching your attention, there's always the Lonely Prompts (I would link you but I'm doing this from my phone!)
Just remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
NCIS LA, Eric/Nell, that's what partners do
Supernatural/NCIS, John Winchester/Gibbs, Semper Fi
And if none of our prompts are catching your attention, there's always the Lonely Prompts (I would link you but I'm doing this from my phone!)
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Date: 2011-11-18 12:59 pm (UTC)FILLED: Harry Potter; Barty Crouch Jr(/any); The first time he casts an Unforgivable
Date: 2011-11-18 06:34 pm (UTC)Title: Firsts
Author: fool
Characters: Barty Crouch Jr.
Rating: R?
Spoliers: HP: OotP
Words: 256
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Firsts
Like any normal disturbed child, Barty started with animals. He was brimming with the excitement of trying something new, and wands were so much finer than poking at things with blunt fingers and dead sticks and knives. The bird flew onto his windowsill, and he coaxed it inside with pieces of bread from a half-eaten lunch. Imperius didn’t work, but Cuciatus did, and the bird twitched and shrieked and flopped pathetically, but it died before he could try the killing curse. He snapped its neck anyway and threw it out the window in frustration, but it left black feathers all over his bedding. He lay among them and they stuck to his clothes and his hair and the rest he left for the house elf to clean up.
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His first sentient being was the house elf itself. It squealed more prettily than the bird, and louder too. His mother came running but the creature refused to say anything, just dragged itself away from them and hid among the laundry. He practiced a little more quietly after that.
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When Barty Sr. came home one night and didn’t notice the change in his wife, his son barely felt proud. She was so naturally meek, so instinctively obedient, that it barely felt like a challenge, and he took out his rage on her the next day until her throat was raw from screaming and her eyes dead with the exhaustion of keeping up pretences in front of his father.
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When Barty eventually left, it was to look for something more challenging. Finally, with his Master, he found it.
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Date: 2011-11-18 01:07 pm (UTC)NCIS/SG-1, Tony/Daniel, PG
Date: 2011-11-21 05:01 am (UTC)(I don't have a good enough handle on anyone's voice, sorry, so this whole thing is actually before the meet.)
"I think it's time to meet the family," Tony announces on their six-month anniversary.
Daniel chokes on his Duck a l'Orange. "I'm sorry?" he gasps out before draining his glass of water.
Tony smiles apologetically. "I promised Gibbs he could vet all my girlfriends after... well, yeah. Please?"
If he meets Tony’s family, then it’s only fair Tony meet his. After sipping his wine, he nods decisively. “I’ll meet Gibbs,” he agrees, “if you meet Jack.”
Tony’s grin is so brilliant Daniel can’t even wait till after the meal.
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Date: 2011-11-19 04:22 am (UTC)She's in that lovely pink, red and white version of his old outfit, scarf trailing behind her like the train of a wedding dress.
Something inside him is telling him that this is wrong, that Romana's final death has passed and that she had hair like a raven's wing when it took her.
He ignores it, reaching out to touch her, so lonely that he could cry when she steps back.
"Doctor" she says, voice just as sweet and impish as he remembers.
She continues to speak after his name but the words make no sense. Her mouth curves in a wicked grin and she lightly (so lightly that he thinks he only imagined feeling it) taps him on the shoulder before running off down the corridor.
They play a game that's part hide and seek, part tag and part Gallifreyan hunting game.
It doesn't register that she is moving in impossible ways. That she cannot be in front of and behind him at the same time. That he is unable to actually feel the fabric of her coat under his hands when he catches her or smell the scent of her hair when she breezes by him in the hallway.
He doesn't realize until he goes to follow her onto the surface of a distant planet and finds himself falling out of bed.
Amy is there, looking worried. Rory is there too, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead to try and bring down the fever.
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Date: 2012-08-11 12:34 am (UTC)When Peter offered Stiles the bite he offered something else with it. “You’re not normal are you Stiles? Too much power to be considered a Beta but not nearly enough to be considered an Alpha. Do you know what that means?”
Stiles remembers the way he shook his head, tried to hold his breath underneath that hungry look Peter had given him.
“It means you’re a mate.”
Stiles rubbed his eyes and sighed. Peter never really told him what exactly that meant but it didn’t mean that Stiles didn’t research. Being a mate, it was more than being pack. Every member deferred to you, even the alpha if the situation was dire enough. The mate knew the ins and out of the werewolf world, the people included and could make life altering decisions.
Derek knew what he was. It wasn’t like he could hide who he was in front of the alpha. He had made Derek promise that Scott would never know unless it was necessary. Being able to hold that power over someone, and being able to remain a human, would crush Scott. He could never to that to his best friend.
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Date: 2011-11-18 01:56 pm (UTC)I've seen you some place before
Date: 2011-11-18 07:35 pm (UTC)Again.
Not that he didn't appreciate his Dad coming home finally. That was pretty nice. But it was his siblings that were the problem. Michael got all puffed up and important, Raphael was a bigger ass than before and don't get him started on Sariel. It was time to go.
Gabriel grabbed his old meat suit, created lovingly just for him, and went to cause trouble. Or so he thought. There was someone else filling his shoes.
"Gabriel?"
"Sam. What are you doing?"
"What- What am I doing? You were dead!"
"I came back. Dad finally manned up. So to speak. But what are you doing?"
"I figured out that I had powers... so I became the Trickster. Dean is helping me. How are you not dead?"
"Duh, God. He brought me back."
Sam looks at him and then embraces him, hugging him tightly. "I thought... I thought you were dead, gone forever..."
Gabriel gently pets his hair, hugging him back. "No. God can be fair sometimes..."
Sam laughed, overjoyed to see him. If Gabriel was honest, he was pretty overjoyed too.
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