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

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Anita Blake, Nathaniel, what makes a family

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

(Apologies for anything that doesn't hold with canon, I've only read up to Danse Macabre.)


Nathaniel is happy.

His pard is his family.

Cherry and Zane, Vivian and Micah, Gregory and even Stephan, all of them are the brothers and sisters he's always wanted.

And even though in age he is a middle child, in the eyes of everyone he's the youngest, the baby, the omega.

Then there is his other family.

Anita and Damian.

He wants to say that Anita is the wife but that's too gender-centric to ever describe Anita. Besides, everyone knows he's the wife. Even Anita has laughingly commented on it.

So he's the wife and Anita is the husband and Damian...

Nathaniel hestitates, thinking about the third part of their triumvirate.

Damian is Damian and that is enough.

Nathanial smiles as he slides from the puppy pile, carressing an ankle here, kissing a cheek there, running his fingers through Anita's hair as he pulls himself to his feet and heads downstairs to start breakfast.

He wonders if Damian would like anything special for when he wakes up.

[havemy-heart.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Jackson/Stiles, "Hold me baby, drive me crazy, touch me all night long"

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

Stiles loved the way Jackson looked at him when no one else was paying them any attention. Even in a club crowded with their friends surrounding them no one saw, no one understood just how much these looks meant to Stiles. No one but he and Jackson knew exactly what they meant. Stiles would slip from between his friends and disappear towards the back rooms. He never made it far before the warmth of Jackson’s hands rested against the jut of his hips and urged him to turn around. He barely saw the bright flash of blue before Jackson’s lips were on his. Their noses would brush, their breaths mingle and the feel of Jackson’s teeth tugging on his lip made his heart stutter in his chest. It was the smallest of promises of what was to come. The simplest of touches made Stiles feel cherished; Jackson’s fingers dipping just below Stiles’ waistband, his body being cradled against Jackson’s. It was enough to drive him crazy with anticipation.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe, breaking the fourth wall... "Why the hell does everyone call me Eddie?"

[mistalagan.livejournal.com]

Life (NBC series)/Supernatural, Gabriel + Dean Ellis, Dean is Gabriel's latest vessel, who said yes for the chance to fly without fear

No fic but...

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

So much love for prompting Life! :D

[tigriswolf]

Slaughter of the Innocents, Mordecai, how he came to be what he was

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, holding hands under the table

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Scott + Allison, building a friendship

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Allison (pre-series), re-creation

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Coach (+any), teachers aren't oblivious; they just have to learn when to mind their own business

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

Coach Finstock isn’t stupid. Yeah he’s a little immersed in some questionable hobbies and hangs out on youtube a little too much, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what’s going on with his students. Seriously, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the McCall kid is either on some drugs or something crazy happened to him to make him so good at Lacrosse and the weight training. Miracles like that don’t happen in Beacon Hills.

Then Reyes, a girl doesn’t go from what she went to, to where she is now. A change like that doesn’t happen over night. No more seizures reported at all. No amount of medicine evens that shit out that quickly.

And something really strange is happening to his lacrosse team. Lahey, Whitmore, Boyd, hell even Greenburg have these weird things going on with their eyes. It just ain’t normal. The only person who doesn’t seem to be an alien is Balinsky and that kid, apparently can really play lacrosse.

So he may have come to some conclusions about his students, but if they’re aliens or creatures of the night. It isn’t his business. As long as they turn their Econ homework in and win games, he’ll let things go on and pretend he doesn’t notice anything. Like the claws or the fangs or the way that McCall kid smells everything. He doesn’t notice those things at all. Nope, not him.

[murf1307.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam or Alistair/Dean, don't fret, precious, I'm here...

no fill, but

[xenoamorist.livejournal.com]

Oh God yes. I'm adding this to my list of things to write, but it'll probably take a while since papers and finals are coming up...

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Giles+Scoobies, What fresh hell is this?

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones, Indy/Marion, I never said you broke my heart

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Thor, Loki, the Asgard courts have mixed feelings about Loki: homicidal rage from his target of the moment, appreciative hilarity from those not targeted for the prank

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Thor, Loki, being a god of mischief and chaos is a whole lot of fun

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Sandman, Methos/Destruction, Did Methos leave the Horsemen behind when Destruction left his realm to go exploring or did Destruction leave his realm when Methos left his brothers?

no fic

[tigriswolf]

I have no knowledge of the other fandom here, but it sounds fascinating.

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Buffy, Methos and Dawn, You don't live for 5000 years and remain perfectly sane but Methos knows better than to say anything about the glowing green power that other people think is a girl.

gen, pg, references to bad things

[tigriswolf]

He sees her at Starbucks, of all places, ordering cocoa in the middle of July in the deep south. She's pretty, about the same age he appears to be, and he notices her clock him not long after he notices her. Someone's trained her, then.

She moves like a slayer, he thinks, watching her walk to a table in the corner, where she sets her things. But she's not one.

Oh, no, she is something far older. It's been a long time since he's seen something so powerful out and about. She's chained, though. Shackled in this form, given flesh and blood, bone and attitude - she's a good glare on her. Keeps darting glances at him, trying to camouflage them as taking in the art on the wall.

(His current life is as an interior decorator who has ranted about Starbucks' art before. If he thought she'd let him close, he'd tell her just to hear her laugh. She looks like an excellent laugher.)

Instead, he stays by the counter to wait for his drink, and when it comes, he salutes her with it and leaves. There was a time he would’ve courted her for the power, would’ve broken her and used her. Instead of a continent, he could’ve laid the world bare, taken everything, possibly moved on into other realms not seen in longer than his life.

But those times are gone. For now.

He glances over his shoulder; she’s watching him go. He wonders what she sees.

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean + Castiel, The question of if Castiel actually needs to breath or not is Dean's "What is the sound of one hand clapping?"

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Inception, Darius + inception team, it should have been a simple piece of extraction to learn what was confessed to the priest... they weren't expecting this.

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Pan Am, Dean/Ted, out with the old, in with the new

[owleyes-arisen.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, timelord!Amy/timelord!Rory, Ten. The Tenth Doctor meets the Pandorica and the Last Centurion.

[owleyes-arisen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel. Sam is a pagan god. Gabriel is an archangel. Somehow, they make it work.

...plus, the sex is fantastic.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

This goes to my list of prompts!
Just can't say when it happens, but it's mine!

[owleyes-arisen.livejournal.com]

Thor/Ironman. Hel, Jormundgard, and Fenrir band together to protect their youngest brother - Tony Stark. A Loki-is-Tony's-Mother prompt...

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Reboot, Kirk+Spock, What will it take to get Spock to sing Christmas Carols such as Frosty the Snowman and Jingle Bells?

Filled - Chocolate is the new whiskey

[museaway.livejournal.com]

** Contains spoilers for Into Darkness **

In Jim's defense, the chocolate was Chekov's idea.

The evening started innocently enough. The holiday party, the first during their five-year mission, was scheduled for nineteen hundred hours in the Enterprise mess. There was going to be live music and pie and freshly baked cookies, and Jim had even haggled for real alcohol on Starbase 12. Despite all that, however, Spock had informed the captain of his intention to spend the evening in the science lab overseeing inoculations of bacteria he was preparing as a host for virus cultures.

"Sounds fascinating," Jim said over their usual breakfast of toast and coffee and whatever that beige stuff was that Spock always replicated. "But can it wait until tomorrow? I can't think of a better way to spend Christmas morning than staring at Petri dishes."

"Is this your way of telling me that you prefer that I accompany you this evening?" Spock asked, raising his eyes. Jim blinked.

"Of course I'd prefer that. It's the officers' holiday party, and you are my first officer."

So Spock abandoned his proposed evening of agar and cotton swabs and stood beside Jim in his dress blues, straight faced and devastating. He had no idea, no idea how good he looked in uniform. Jim took in the sight of him with a muted sigh and declared himself a masochist, nodding at his officers as they entered the mess. He could have allowed Spock to celebrate by hiding with whatever he was growing down in the lab, and Jim could have spent the evening engaged in innocent flirtation. Instead he had gone and convinced Spock to attend. Why did he do this to himself? Ever since waking up in the hospital to find Spock standing vigil at his bedside and almost splitting his face smiling up at him (Bones later told him he'd been calling Spock's name in his sleep -- embarrassing), Jim had abandoned the notion that this was merely a crush. As Bones said, he was head-over-heels fucked, and Spock seemed oblivious. He and Uhura had cooled things, sure, and he hadn't been seeing anyone since -- not to Jim's knowledge, anyway. That didn't mean that Spock had clued into Jim's less-than-subtle ardor, but a man could dream. Being captain, Jim was in no position to bring it to his attention (Starfleet had made him sign a lengthy document stating that he understood regulations against initiating fraternization with any subordinate, which effectively sentenced him to a five-year relationship with his right hand). That left him standing shoulder to shoulder with the Vulcan object of his affection and no outlet for his frustration.

But it was better than standing there without him.

Jim's master plan for the night had been to get Spock to nurse a really, really spiked glass of eggnog in the hopes that it would melt away some of the Vulcan stoicism. Maybe he'd flirt a little. Maybe Spock would respond. Maybe Spock would fall for the "whoops, we're under the mistletoe" routine. (Was the replicator even programmed for mistletoe? Maybe Sulu was growing some down in botany.) Jim would settle for the long glances Spock gave him on the bridge sometimes. So he prepared said glass, with Scotty's assistance (because if anyone on the ship knew how to drink, it was the Lieutenant Commander) and presented it to Spock, who regarded it with a raised eyebrow.

"It's Christmas, Spock! We're off duty," Jim said. "C'mon, indulge me."

To his surprise, Spock agreed, staying close to Jim's side and accepting the drink, which he wrapped in a cloth napkin (there were tablecloths too -- Jim really had gone all out) and sipped quietly. Jim smiled at him over a hot buttered rum and crossed mental fingers. What resulted was a whirlwind of Vulcan sass from the only slightly tipsy first officer. The sass triggered a headache, so Jim excused himself to the food table and was assembling a generous selection of cookies when Chekov approached with a cup of light brown liquid and a straw.

"It is chocolate milk," he said in a helpful tone. "It will produce the desired effect, yes?"

"Huh?"

"Chocolate. For Vulcans, it is psychoactive. Much more effective than your whiskey."

(This got long, so the rest is here (http://amiss.livejournal.com/993006.html))

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

True Blood, Eric/Sookie, warming up by the fireplace on a snowy day

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Legend of the Seeker, Any, ice skating and/or ice fishing