Late Friday Free For All and an Early bonus Saturday Free for all

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

I am terribly sorry everyone. Between getting ready to leave on Monday for my first trip to England, and this horrific cold and the meds for said cold, plus running two challenge comms that have major milestones this week, I completely forgot it was my weekend to host.

So, because I've only just now realized it, we're going to make Saturday a free for all too, just to make it up to y'all. This post will serve for both Friday and Saturday.

Come on in and pull up a comment or three. Any fandom, any prompt (mindful that there are no spoilers in the prompt itself), any pairing, any anything!

Remember the rules (no more than 5 posts in a row, 3 per fandom, no spoilers in the prompt, if there are spoilers in the fic, please warn and leave space for people to skip over it) and format your prompts properly (and mind the length of the prompts).

For example:

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, his was a lonely road, and comfort came at a cost
Hawaii 5-0, Danny/Steve, prick me again and watch me bleed
Criminal Minds/White Collar, Spencer Reid/Neal Caffrey, Derek Morgan, jealousy


Have fun!

Comments

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, adoption

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Levi!Cas, ill blessings

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any Winchester(s), to build a house of straw

Those Who Live in Straw Houses Shouldn't Tempt Fate

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

He knows that it's not that easy.

The hunting life is just not one that can be left behind.

Sooner or later, things will always catch up. He should know - better than anyone - that skeletons in the closet can never simply stay there.

But she makes him hopeful. She makes him want to build up a house, a life together. He is in love, and it makes him stupid, reckless. She makes him forget that his arms are no protection against the world he knows is out there.

It's over in a blink.

The past catches up, and it's a long time overdue. He should have know that walking away would never make it safe, should have protected them better. After all, he knew how. He just wanted to believe that it was over, and now he's paying the price.

Memories tangle together and flash before his eyes as they burn up like straw on the ceiling.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lisa/Dean/Castiel/Balthazar, practicalities

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bobby, wee!chesters, John never comes back for them

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Sammy watches from the doorway everyday for two years.

Dean, who's older and knows what regret looks like and saw it the day dad left, sits quietly beside him and doesn't try to destroy his hope. He knows it's only a matter of time before Sammy understands that dad is never coming back.

Sammy has just turned five when he gives up.

Twenty years later Bobby gets a phone call.

"Dad, it's Jess. She's..."

A new voice comes on the phone.

"Bobby, something killed Jess. I think... I think it might be the same thing that got mom."

Bobby's shoulders slump.

"You boys get home now, I don't want you idjits going off half-cocked. I'll take care of everything." Bobby hangs up once the boys say their goodbyes.

He makes some phone calls, puts out some feelers.

He'll have some sort of plan worked out by the time the boys get here.

He hopes.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, wing grooming

Fill: Feathers and Tongues

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

"Really now angel; don't you ever groom your wings?" Crowley asks tersely as his fingers slide through the mess of feathers before him.

"I'm a very person - I don't have time for such things," Aziraphale replies haughtily.

"You think I'm not busy too? I'm constantly rushed off my feet spreading evil but even I make time in my hectic schedule to stop and tend to my wings."

"Oh yes, I've seen you make time," Aziraphale replies sarcastically. "Vanity is a sin you know."

Crowley grins. "Evil always starts at home."

Aziraphale sighs before wincing. "Must you be so rough dear?"

"Apologies." Crowley slows the swift and efficient motions of his hands until his fingers are gliding gently through the ruffled feathers removing the damaged ones as he goes. "I really don't understand why angels don't take better care of their wings. I can understand certain areas being a mess as they're awfully hard to reach; but really angel there's no excusing them being in this state. Are you afraid you'll be reprimanded for one of the deadlies if you take some pride in your appearance?"

Aziraphale makes a vague, non-committal hum. Crowley pauses and surveys the highly relaxed posture of the angel standing before him. A wicked grin spreads across the demon's face.

"Do you like that angel?" Crowley purrs.

Aziraphale tenses, sensing danger. "I suppose it is rather nice dear boy, but..."

Aziraphale trails off as he feels Crowley's tongue at the base of his wing. It is a very different sensation from that produced by the demon's deft fingers, though also not entirely unpleasant.

"My dear, I believe you're moving away from the task in hand. Weren't you supposed to be ordering my appearance instead of disheveling it?"

Crowley pouts in a very un-demonic way, but takes the hint and returns to sorting his companion's feathers. "One of these days you're going to forget yourself and we're going to have so much fun."

"Yes, well, until that day I'd appreciate it if you kept your tongue to yourself."

Crowley grumbles something inaudible and Aziraphale hides a smile.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

SPN, Bobby & wee!chesters, tell me what you did

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Hell on Wheels, Cullen &(/) Lily, these tears we cry have come too late

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, any, time is going by so much faster than I

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Fred II, The summer before he leaves for Hogwarts, George's son asks everyone to start referring to him by his middle name

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Boondock Saints/Black Donnellys, Any, stay away from my brother!

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Boondock Saints, Murphy/Connor, ugliest Christmas tree ever

Filled - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

[colonel-bastard.livejournal.com]

“I kinda like it.”

Connor makes right angles of his thumbs and forefingers and fits them together as a picture frame, tilting it this way and that as he studies his subject.

“It’s got personality.”

Murph spares him a sneer of disbelief.

“It’s fuckin’ ugly.”

That’s a fact, not an opinion. The Christmas tree looks like it’s been on a week-long bender, the wire branches stripped bare in some places and irreparably twisted in others, the ornaments so few and so scattered that it would probably be better off with none at all. Only the lights on the bottom half seem to work.

“So are you,” Connor retorts. “But I don’t hold it against ya.”

“Don’t be a cunt,” Murph huffs, kicking his brother in the shin. “Where’d you even find this scummy thing, anyways? The dump?”

“I got it from Rocco.”

“And where’d Rocco get it?”

“That’s the funny thing,” the older MacManus laughs. “He doesn’t remember. He woke up Saturday morning with the tree at the foot of his bed.”

“Jesus,” Murph chuckles. “That sounds about right.” He reaches out and half-heartedly attempts to straighten one of the more crooked branches. “It’s a sorry little fucker, isn’t it? Ain’t even got a star on top.”

He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even notice Connor sneaking up behind him, not until his brother’s arms loop around his waist and that stubbly chin is nuzzling against the crook of his neck.

“You know, Murph,” Connor purrs. “It’ll probably look a whole lot better once you’ve got a few drinks in ya.”

“Oh, yeah?” He reaches back to tousle his brother’s hair. “Did the shitty tree come with matching spiked eggnog, now?”

“Nope,” says Connor. “But it did come with this.”

He plants an arm over Murphy’s shoulder, and dangling on the end of his hooked middle finger is a sprig of cheap plastic mistletoe.

“Nice, eh?” Murph can’t see his face but he can feel Connor’s smirk against his ear. “I figured if the tree didn’t get you into the holiday spirit, this sure as fuck would.”

But of course, it’s never wise to wave a prize in front of a MacManus boy. Murph snatches the mistletoe out of his grasp in a blink, pivoting away from him and brandishing it with a triumphant expression.

“Tell ya what,” he grins. “I’ll bring this, and you bring the whiskey.”

Connor raises his eyebrows, impressed.

“All right, but on one condition.” He points at the horrible little tree. “Tell me you like it.”

“Uh-uh, Connor,” Murph taps the mistletoe against his chin. “You’re gonna have to convince me.”

“Oh,” Connor licks his lips. “That shouldn’t be too difficult.”

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean + 2014!Dean, "Hard to believe we're the same person, isn't it?" "Not really."

Not a fill but...

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

Give me 'til five -- that's when I'm coming back to this post.

[rataplani.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Leviathan!Cas, I am many; we are one.

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

The Santa Clause, Bernard, Bernard remembers every Santa

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Elliot/Any, Long road to ruin there in your eyes, under the cold street lights... - Long Road To Ruin, Foo Fighters

Long Road To Ruin

[jadaryl.livejournal.com]

I'm posting a link because it's got spoilers. http://jadaryl.livejournal.com/2769.html

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Grimm, John Grimm + Eddie Monroe, It's a strange friendship that develops, but what other creature can claim a certain immunity to being hunted by a Grimm?

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Dr Max Bergman/Kono, Asking her out.

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Torchwood/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Jack Harkness/Marvin the Robot, they're both many times older than the universe itself.

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam, the Devil is addicted to HBO

Life in the Cage

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

The 'V' - that is, vampire blood - cuts a little too close for Sam's liking, but if anything, Lucifer doesn't notice.

Michael kicks his brother, and Lucifer jumps, finally looking up at the rest of them on the couch. "Would you turn that shit off already?" He asks, irritation coloring his tone.

"I second that." Adam agrees enthusiastically, raising a finger to support his point. "This counts as cruel and unusual punishment."

Lucifer looks up at Sam then, big blue eyes pleading for Sam to side with him against their brothers and stick up for his sick, sick habit. "It's not... that bad," Sam hedges, preparing himself for the glares from Adam and Michael.

"This is the second marathon of True Blood he's made us watch in the last week!" Adam complains, "Please Sam."

"Just because you do not appreciate the stylistic choices-" Lucifer tries to argue, but Michael cuts him off.

"Stylistic choices my ass; this show only serves to provide wank material to those of deviant tastes. At least Dexter had a plot!"

"Besides," Adam chimes in, "you've been hogging the TV for over a month straight. Just admit it turns you on and ask Sam to suck your blood already instead of trying to live vicariously like a preteen fangirl."

Sam swallows hard, not sure when his mouth went completely dry. He turns to glare at Adam. It's not exactly secret that he's been - thy've - but-

All of a sudden Lucifer's looking up at him with those eyes again, surging up between his legs to nip at Sam's neck, and his brain might have short circuted just a little bit. "Sam?"

Adam grins at him over Lucifer's head, gesturing with his head towards the bedroom. His half-brother wants him to distract the devil with sex so he can watch TV.

Sam has officially seen and heard it all.

'You owe me' he mouths to Adam and Michael, looking at him with matching shit-eating-grins as he grabs Lucifer and pulls him up by the shirt collar.

The devil follows him like an over-eager puppy, practically tripping over himself to follow Sam into new kinds of blasphemy. Sam grabs the remote from his hand when they reach the door, and chucks it back at his brother as hard as he can manage.

Adam only grins wider, making a lewd hand gesture before turning back to enjoy his TV.

For that, Sam thinks, already cooking up his own devious little plan, he's gonna make them both wish Lucifer was still watching True Blood.

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Crowley/Cas, Crowley challenges Cas to walk in his shoes and make a deal with a human.

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel +/ Dean, Castiel needed to tell/give Dean something discretely, so he decided to send it through the U.S. postal system. Two weeks after the Leviathan disappears under a lake, it arrives at Bobby's house.

Not a fill but...

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

I will fill this at five o'clock tonight, because the prompt is crushing my soul.

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel + Dean + Sam, The first time Castiel was on earth his vessel was a CaspianTiger (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caspian_tiger), and he became very fond of the species. Castiel is crushed when Sam tells him they went extinct.

once, there were tigers - PG, gen, now I want to cry

[tigriswolf]

long long ago, there was a tiger. one day, an angel appeared to the tiger and asked, will you let me join you? there is something i must do, and for it, i need you.

the tiger considered for one rising and falling of the great star, and then said, yes, bright one.

.

"Jimmy your first ride around Earth?" Dean asks one day, not looking up from the gun he's cleaning.

"No," Castiel answers promptly. "My first was many centuries ago. Humans would call her a... Caspian tiger, I believe."

"Angel vessels don't have to be human?" Sam says.

"Of course not," Castiel tells them. "Same missions could not be completed in human vessels."

"Huh." Dean thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Cool."

"She did not have a name as you would understand," Castiel reminisces, nearly smiling. “We were together for months, hunting a particularly nasty entity. She was magnificent. I have not yet had the time to visit her descendants.”

Sam winces, lowering his head. “That… you can’t,” he says, almost gently. “I’m sorry, Castiel. Her species went extinct last century.”

Castiel tilts head, unblinking. “What do you mean by that?”

Turning to his brother, Sam grasps for the right words, trying to figure out what to say. How does anyone go about explaining to an angel of the Lord why something he remembers fondly is gone?

Dean says, “They all died, Cas.” He sets the gun on the table and looks up. “The last one went… when, Sammy?”

“It’s not really clear,” he says awkwardly. “But, um, the sixties, I think?”

Castiel is silent. He doesn’t look at either of them. The room is quiet until he murmurs, “I shall return,” leaving in a rush of wings.

Sam has no idea what to say, but Dean covers it all with, “Shit.”

.


for many rising and fallings of the great star, the tiger was not alone. the bright one was kind, healing all hurts and keeping the hunger at bay.

you will be remembered, the bright one promised before leaving. unto the final setting of the great star, I will remember you and what you helped me do.

the tiger laughed. i will tell my daughters of the dark hunt, and they will tell their daughters – we will not forget you, bright one.

the angel left as the great star shone bright, and the tiger filled the world with her roar.

.

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, AU blind date

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Covenant, Reid/Tyler, Christmas traditions