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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.
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No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
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Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, kisses
Supernatural/Warehouse 13, ensemble, there's something in John's lockup that belongs in the warehouse
And if none of our prompts are catching your attention, there's always the Lonely Prompts
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:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, kisses
Supernatural/Warehouse 13, ensemble, there's something in John's lockup that belongs in the warehouse
And if none of our prompts are catching your attention, there's always the Lonely Prompts
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Date: 2011-11-25 01:11 pm (UTC)Title: Bloody Winchesters (Crowley & Michael)
Date: 2011-12-10 05:18 pm (UTC)So neither Crowley nor Michael does much about the fact that they're in the same bar, or that they're sitting next to each other, or that Michael once ruled Heaven and Crowley now rules Hell.
"Bad night?" Michael asks, quietly.
Crowley nods. "Bloody Winchester morons and their idiot angel friend. I swear, if they bring about one more Apocalypse, I'm making a Deal with myself and locking all three of them in the darkest, deepest void in Hell."
"They seem to have a talent for apocalypses, don't they?" Michael muses, trailing his fingers around the edge of his beer bottle.
"Hell of a talent to have."
"That's certainly one way to put it."
And they fall into commiserating silence.
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Date: 2011-11-25 01:23 pm (UTC)How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, first Christmas with the baby
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Date: 2011-11-25 01:24 pm (UTC)rated R for disturbing content. 'Monsters' pt1
Date: 2011-11-26 12:16 pm (UTC)Lucifer had been tempted to say, "I told you so," but had been distracted by the fact that Sam had gone deadly still. The young Hunter had stared at the man who was holding his latest victim (the nine-year-old naked and sobbing and handcuffed to a bed) and said, "Please tell me you're not human."
The nature-guide was shocked for a moment at Sam's unexpected arrival. Then he recovered himself, smiled his chirpy too-happy smile and said, "I'm as human as you are buddy-boy."
Sam's attack had been silent and deadly. He'd ripped the man from the child and thrown him to the floor before reigning a barrage of kicks and punches onto his struggling adversary. Even when the man had ceased fighting and begged for mercy Sam hadn't stopped. It was only when Lucifer shouted his name that the youngest Winchester remembered himself.
The whimpering of the child on the bed and Sam's harsh breaths are the only sounds in the small cabin. Sam runs his hand through his hair and notices that his knuckles are covered in blood. He hurriedly wipes his hands on his jeans and forces an innocuous smile onto his face. He approaches the child carefully, his hands held out placatingly as he mumbles soothing words. The child continues to whimper, but allows Sam to release her and cover her in blankets. Sam then steps outside to call the authorities.
It is only when Sam hangs up that Lucifer speaks. "What happened?" Sam attempts to ignore him, but after spending months sharing a body with the youngest Winchester Lucifer has learned how to get his attention. "Sam. It is not like you to let anger get the better of you. Tell me why that human deserved your anger more than all the monsters you have hunted with me combined."
He is not judging Sam. Lucifer still thinks humans are vile creatures that should be destroyed sooner rather than later. But he is curious. Sam loves humans, yet he showed this one more malice and contempt than the vampire from a month ago who had spent over a decade devouring humans. Why was this human so special that he deserved so much of Sam's wrath?
rated R for disturbing content. 'Monsters' pt2
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Date: 2011-11-25 07:20 pm (UTC)He looks up at her. “Well, that’s a fine ‘thank you,’” he says. “Would you rather be out there with the plastic?”
“That’s not an answer,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady. Seems she may have run straight from the frying pan into the fire this time. Mom was going to kill her. Well, kill her even more. “What are you?”
His eyes drop to the rifle she has firmly pointed at him. “Of course. Should’ve known. Little girl running around at night with a gun—you’re one of them. You deal in absolutes. Black or white. Us or them. I don’t fit into your little paradigm of the world, so I’m other. No room for something other that’s not trying to kill you, is there?”
“And I think it’s a legitimate question,” she replies.
He sighs. “I’m an alien, me. And this is my lovely ship. And I’ll be very cross if you damage either one of us.”
“No such thing as aliens,” she says, echoing her mom's words the first and last time they’d rented a sci-fi flick.
“Like I said,” he says, a little gentler. “No room in your paradigm. It’s too full of everything else I could be. Thing is, I don’t have time for this now. I’ve got to save your miserable, fantastic little planet. Again. So, in or out?”
“You’d make me go back out there?” she asks, cursing the shiver in her voice.
He pulls a lever, and the ground shakes under her. She staggers, just a little, but keeps her sights firmly on him. She thinks her daddy would be proud. He pushes another button, and she hears the doors open behind her. Spinning frantically, gun at the ready (though what she’s going to do with one bullet she doesn’t know), she’s surprised to find not the possessed mannequin army she was expecting, but Harvelle's, just visible if she squints.
“In or out?” he asks again. “Or are you too afraid to find out whether or not shades of grey actually exist?”
Her heart’s beating fast as she realizes that this… whatever it is… just moved about thirty miles in a few seconds.
“Will it be dangerous?” she asks, turning back toward him.
“What do you think?” he responds, totally serious.
Slowly, she lowers the rifle. “Just so long as you’re the one who explains this to my mom,” she says, and reaches back to shut the door, hoping she's not making the biggest mistake of her life.
"Sorry, no domestics," he says, grinning cheerfully as the ground shudders under her once more.
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Date: 2011-11-30 06:56 am (UTC)In time, he hoped to change that - to be all things to all of his children, to come to every one in their hour of need, to answer them in the way that his father had never answered him.
But for now, he had to deal with the remaining rebels in heaven, face the possibility that the Winchesters were plotting against him - and find a way to quiet the aeons of inhuman souls that screamed in his mind every second, drowning out most of the constant stream of pleas.
One, though, made its way through the din. Not because the voice was loud, or because the need behind it was dire...but because it reminded him of Dean.
The movie references, the pain masked by the irreverence and cocky attitude - when the voice remarked on how predictable Castiel was, the rush of familiarity almost overcame him, and he felt a kind of fondness he hadn't experienced since ascending so far beyond humanity.
He wanted to give this man what he asked for - a sign that his cries were heard. But what sign should he use? Unbidden, the thought came to him: what kind of sign would Dean want?
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Tony sighed, feeling more ridiculous by the second. "How about you let me know I'm not talking to myself?" he suggested.
Suddenly, the bible slipped from his hands to land with a thud on the floor.
For the rest of his life, he was never quite sure what to make of the fact that it fell open to reveal a folded-up copy of Busty Asian Beauties tucked inside.
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Date: 2011-11-25 02:34 pm (UTC)Yami no Matsuei || Hisoka, Tsuzuki, and Muraki || PG-13
Date: 2012-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)Nothing Tsuzuki could do would remind him of that fateful night, the night of the blood red moon that bathed the land in a crimson flood, the pale man with the mad eyes who turned a night of wonder to a night of pain and fear and blood. The night when the moon ceased to be a beautiful innocent sphere to him, and when it became a lifeless rock standing for madness and fear and a loss of stability. The face of the moon could remind him of that night, the night when he started to die, if he felt low enough, but not tonight, not while his lover lay nestled beside him.
Hisoka sat up, watching the night sky, the clouds crossing the face of the moon, dimming the moon light for a moment.
And then one especially large cloud moved in, masking the moon for nearly a minute. And in that time, the cloud seemed to darken, turning crimson, the faint rays of moonlight that escaped around its edges seeming to turn into smears of blood.
((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/132565.html).))
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