Friday - Free For All

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Hey everyone, happy Friday!  As always, it's a free for all.

Play nice, you all know the rules. Don't forget to use proper formatting. Enjoy!

* Only three prompts from a fandom

* Only five prompts in a row

* If one prompt gets filled, you can leave a new one.

* No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication

* If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.

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[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Voldemort + Harry, monsters aren’t born – they’re made

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[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, there is a world where a little boy without a home is extended a hand on a train, and takes it. Somewhere, too, there is a world where a little boy in a cupboard under the stairs grows bitter and hard, and learns to hate, unequivocally and irrevocably.

There are worlds where two little boys grow up to be monsters, and worlds where they become paragons of good. There are worlds where a handsome young man was given a job and forgot to shroud himself in darkness, worlds where an angry young man returned to right the wrongs that had been done to him in a little house on Privet Drive.

Yes, these worlds exist, and more besides -- but in this world, a monster raises a wand to a child in its crib, and a not-quite-man tries to protect those who hurt him. This world turns on, as they all do -- monsters, after all, are rarely born that way.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Malfoys moved to Italy after the First War

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry, this is where the cowboy rides away

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[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Harry's done it: Voldemort is dead.

In the movies this is the part where the cowboy tips his hat at the pretty girl he fell in love with and rides away to never be heard from again.

But Harry's tired and he's hurt and he doesn't know how to ride a horse. And to be god-honest he'd rather just curl up in someone's lap and cry himself to sleep.

Harry isn't even feeling particularly picky about whose lap it is, though given a choice it would obviously be Mrs. Weasley's. He can't make that choice though, because she's busy grieving and comforting those of her children who are close enough to pull into a hug.

Unfortunately everywhere he turns Harry sees people who are too busy for him. That's ok. It's expected even. They've just finished a war and those not comforting loved ones are helping with the wounded.

Harry turns and begins walking towards the door, hoping to slip away while no-one's looking, hoping not to make a burden of himself again.

It's Bill's hand on his arm that stops Harry. Harry looks up at the eldest Weasley brother.

"Mum was looking for you." He says, letting Harry go.

Letting Harry make the choice of following or fleeing.

Bill's face is inscrutable, not letting his own thoughts on the matter show.

"I didn't want to bother her. I mean with Fred and all..." Harry stammers out.

Bill gives one of those gaelic shrugs that means everything and nothing.

"It's Mum." Is all he says, and really, what more needs to be said?

Harry follows Bill back to the gathering of Weasleys. A strong femine hand grabs him and pulls him down to rest between Ginny and Percy against Mrs. Weasley's bosom.

For now the cowboy will not ride off into the sunset. No one comments on his tears; they're all too focused on their own to notice.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Burt & Kurt, the day he looked at his son and realized he was grown

no longer his boy

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

They say that life passes you by in a blink of an eye, and Burt certainly knows that feeling. One moment, Kurt's an untarnished, newborn baby boy, and Burt dreams of a sports superstar with a beautiful girl on his arm; the next, Kurt's seventeen years old and leaving home for the big city, dreams of singing fame in one hand and a boy in the other.

That this is not quite what Burt had expected seventeen years ago is the understatement of the century.

Burt doesn't know quite how or when it happened, but all of a sudden, Kurt is no longer a boy (his boy) - he's becoming a man. He knows what he wants, and who he wants to do it with, and Burt has never been more proud.

[broompeople.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Meg/Jo, pretty

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten and/or Eleven, A former companion(s) talks the Doctor into getting a Twitter or Facebook account

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Firefly/Sherlock BBC, Mal/Inara, Sherlock/John, Jphn and Mal bond over the fact that their respective partners are Companions.

Fill: It's a Companion-Thing

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

It's that time of year again, for Inara to renew her license. Thankfully, they no longer have to travel to the Core for this, there are official medical outposts farther out now. Still, a full day in a waiting room while some doctor pokes and prods his … partner, is not Mal's idea of a good time.

At least there's an open bar. The people waiting are mostly men, bodyguards to the Companions being examined. Mal knows that most are ex-Alliance military, or Core security guards. But this isn't the Core, so there's enough mercenaries and likely some former Browncoats. Enough that nobody is talking politics, nobody wants to start a fight.

It's easy to talk to John Watson. He's polite, friendly, opens up just enough to be comfortable and not enough that Mal feels like he might be being played or scoped out for a con.

They talk about weapons, various planets and moons they've visited, even some mutual acquaintances. They avoid talk of the War, it's a xiang in the room that neither is inclined to discuss. John doesn't wear a brown coat, but he doesn't comment on Mal's attire either.

"He's insufferable sometimes, really he is. Never tells me what's bothering him, and then all of the sudden we're stranded on Santo at midnight watching our ship sail away and he's blaming me for everything!"

Mal thumps his glass on the bar and nods in sympathy. "She loves to be mysterious. I thought it was a woman-thing, but seems to me it's a Companion-thing. Bein' all shifty and … sneaky-like. Surprisin' an honest man at the worst moments."

"But I love him," John sighs, downing the dregs of his glass. "God help me, but I love him. People have tried, you know, to pay me off. So they could steal him, kill him even. I wouldn't even if they offered to make me king of Ariel."

"I'd vote for you," Mal says, grinning.

John laughs, slapping Mal on the back.

"Well, looks like you've managed not to start any fights this time," Inara appears behind Mal, smiling as he jumps in surprise.

"I've made a friend!" Mal beams, standing up and embracing Inara, a little unsteady on his feet.

"Will wonders never cease." Inara says, smiling warmly at John. "Thank you for keeping my Captain company. I was expecting to come out and find him being hauled off to jail."

"Is that usual?" John asks, shaking Inara's hand sincerely. "John Watson, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

"You'd be surprised, John Watson." Inara laughs. "The pleasure is all mine."

A tall pale man strides through the doorway. Dark curled hair, piercing blue eyes, and lanky body that women and sly men go weak in the knees over. His shirt is loose, to the point where it looks in danger of falling from his slender shoulders, but his pants are … very tight. They leave very little to the imagination, front and back.

"John: coat." the pale man clicks his long fingers and keeps walking.

"Nice to meet you, mate," John nods to Mal and stands up, unfurling the coat like a flag and chasing after the pale man.

Inara and Mal watch them leave, turn to each other, shake the heads, and head back to the station that will take them to the port where Serenity is docked.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Dresden Files, Marcone/Dresden,

I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't wanna be the bad guy
I'm just a loner, baby

- I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

For Tonight pt1

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

The Cook County Hospital has become uncomfortably familiar over the years. Harry sighs as he stalks the halls, taking a long and rarely used route so as to avoid as many life-sustaining machines as possible. His nerves are fried, and he fears too much contact with the simplest of technology will result in a sudden unexplained failure. Unexplained for everyone else, annoyingly common for Harry.

Eventually, he reaches the hospital chapel - the one place in the entire hospital he can angst without worrying about the consequences. Harry pushes open the door, and is surprised to find Gentleman Johnny Marcone seated in the front pew. Chicago's crime lord looks up at his entrance and flashes a smile that lacks any real sentiment.

"Dresden, fancy meeting you in a place like this."

"I could say the same thing about you," Harry replies. He discretely glances about for Marcone's faithful bodyguard, but his search comes up empty.

"I'm alone," Marcone says, as if reading Harry's mind.

"Why? Think big bad assassins will give you a respectful notice of their attack if you're in a chapel?"

"Not exactly," Marcone replies. His expression darkens before he turns back to staring ahead at the small alter.

Harry waits, but Marcone makes no move to continue the conversation. His interest caught by the usually talkative gangster's somber mood, Harry walks to the front of the chapel and takes a seat beside Marcone. "What happened?"

Marcone smiles ruefully without looking at Harry. "First, tell me why you're here."

"Because my spidey-senses tingled and told me there'd be a bad guy here."

Marcone frowns and something flinty and cold enters his dollar-bill green eyes. Harry decides that maybe joking had been the wrong ice-breaking tactic.

"My apprentice fell and broke her arm during my latest case. I thought I'd hide in here until her mother arrives to shout at me."

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Psych/Castle, Ensemble, Shawn Spencer lends a hand in solving a case while on vacation.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Torchwood/Angel the Series, Jack/Ianto, Angel/Any, Oh God, Vampires too?

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/The Big Bang Theory, Ensemble, Sheldon's dream come true

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

LOTR/Legend of the Seeker, Ensemble, Saving the world

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, Behold! The Night Mare

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor, Sentences the doctor should keep away from

[makeitrednblack.livejournal.com]

There were three sentences the Doctor had to kept away from in order to make sure everything didn't go to hell in a hand basket.

The first sentence was: "It can't get any worst than this"
That's generally a sentence everyone should stay away from even and especially the Doctor.

The second sentence was: "I'm sure this is perfectly safe"
The Doctor didn't know he should stay away from that sentence but his companions learned early on that their defination of safe and the Doctor's didn't always match up.

The third sentence was: "Is it your time of the month again?"
This sentence was especially prohitbited around River, she got very angry when you mentioned it.
The Doctor wasn't exactly sure why either.

[owleyes-arisen.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Doctor Who. Methos, the Doctor. The Doctor is a child.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 11/Tardis girl(Sexy?), Anything based on this song (http://youtu.be/TO_KX5GNa1Y)

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

Friends, Joey & The Rest, Joey speaks fluent Italian

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Blaine/Kurt, I don’t know if your wings are real… but I’ve never seen you without them, and I follow you everywhere.

it's nearly all over

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

Kurt is beautiful. Not in the conventional way, Blaine knows that, but he's still beautiful. It's in the curve of his lips, and the sparkle in his eyes, and the perfectly coiffed hair.

There's something so special about Kurt Hummel, and he's all Blaine's.

"Where will you go, then?" Kurt asks him one night, when it's nearly all over; when Rachel's squealing at Kurt about Nyada, and Mike and Tina are off to a dance and drama academy, and Artie's going to film school.

Blaine pulls Kurt even closer, naked body against naked body, and nuzzles into the crook of his neck. "Anywhere you go, I'll follow," he whispers.

Kurt is soft and warm and wonderful, and he sighs. "I don't deserve you."

Blaine bites Kurt's shoulder at that, earning a surprised yelp, then licks at the mark soothingly. "You are amazing, and I will never leave you."

[lost_witness.livejournal.com]

Nikita, Nikita/Owen, chances

[lost_witness.livejournal.com]

Revenge, Nolan/Jack, round trip

[lost_witness.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Chin/Steve, fishing

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

any, any, firestorm

Harry Potter, AU for book 4, gen

[tigriswolf]

(I've been reading a lot of AU Harry Potter fics lately. This borrows from a few different things, with my own twist.)



Being an elemental is even rarer than being a parselmouth. Isn't Harry so lucky to be both?

Distantly, far away from the shouting and the fear and the roaring, he wonders if his mother or father had been the elemental - it's a family trait. He remembers that.

He's so lucky. Fate must love him.

The dragon is staring at him. The spectators, those fickle sheep, are still panicking.

Elementals are Dark creatures, and Harry's so tired of this life. Give him back to the cupboard and the Dursleys' constant hate. It's better than being adored and then despised. He always knew where he stood with the Dursleys. He always knew what to do.

The dragon blinks, slowly lowering her head.

The handlers are on the other side of the fire, trying to put it out. It rages even higher.

Harry knows how that feels.

What do you want? the dragon asks. Her tail twitches; the eggs all vanish.

Harry shrugs with a bitter smile. Does it matter? he replies. I'm bound for Azkaban either way, right?

He can talk to reptiles and make a wildfire without a wand. It doesn't matter that he defeated Voldemort (somehow) - he'll never be seen as anything other than Voldemort's successor, now.

Firechild, the dragon says, hunching over so that her face is directly in Harry’s. Kinspeaker. We have not seen your kind in a long time. What do you need?

Harry reaches out to touch her jaw, throwing the fire up over them without looking, stopping the handlers on brooms. His element is so much easier than his magic to control. Is there somewhere better? Somewhere away from here, somewhere I can just… rest for awhile?

It seems like the dragon smiles. Harry can hear it in her voice. You need a mother, small one. Come with me.

.

The fire is snuffed out in a rush of air that muggleborns and half-bloods call a ‘sonic boom.’ Once they’ve recovered from the shock, everyone realizes Harry and the dragon are gone. So are the eggs, and the other dragons, and, in fact, every dragon in the UK.

It’s a long time before anyone from the magical community sees Harry Potter again.

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Thor, Methos + Loki, What About Everything? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeU0ONa-_cw)

a scholar and a god - PG, gen, AUish (primordial!Methos, oh yes)

[tigriswolf]

Van is a scholar. He always has been. Once he gets past the shock of being alive, of becoming Van, of the very ancient thing Ash is... he has more questions than anyone has ever thought to ask.

Ash has never answered questions truthfully. He believes that if someone wants answers, they should live long enough to discover the truth themselves.

But Van... well. Van is his, in a way no one - even Kronos - has managed before. Ash's own people are thousands of megannums gone. And this boy, this broken and beautiful boy, is the closest to himself he's ever found, in all his eons of travel.

Van asks questions, purely because he wants to know. All he wants from Ash is acceptance, and a scrap of attention.

MacLeod, and the Watchers, and the godlings of four dozen pantheons - all would be shocked, to see Ash smile at the boy and answer. There is shared lightning in their blood, his and Van’s, and they have longer than anyone else knows to learn all there is to know.

But first, the child asks a very simple question, and so Ash says, “In the beginning…”

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocal, Brandt, "Next time I get to seduce the rich guy."

willing to oblige

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

"You know, you are disturbingly good at this."

Brandt wishes he could tell Benji to just shut the fuck up, and why the hell is Benji watching this anyway, the sick little voyeur! But that would quite obviously give Brandt's cover away; that, and his lips are much too preoccupied for any coherent words at the moment.

At least Lowell isn't bad on the eyes - and not a poor kisser either. He's rich (more than rich really, he's a multi-billionaire), lives in a mansion that could top Buckingham Palace, and is jaw-droppingly attractive. Any woman would be swooning over this schmuck, except--

Except he's got his hands all over me, Brandt thinks, and there's an undercurrent of smugness in the irony.

Brandt's thoughts are cut off when Lowell rolls them over, straddling Brandt, whose back melts into the mattress. God, this is one comfortable bed.

"Tell me what you want, Michael," Lowell breathes into Brandt's ear, his hands deftly undoing Brandt's trouser zip, and hell, this is going too far, and I like it.

Brandt pants out something sexy, and oh, there goes his shirt, and Lowell's fingers are dancing across his naked chest. Lowell's grinning, showing perfect teeth, and God damn it, Brandt wishes he weren't on a mission right now--

"Brandt, anyone would think you weren't straight. You're a very good actor, much better than I thought you were."

Oh, for fuck's sake, Benji, you little--

"Brandt, we need more time," comes Ethan's voice. "Delay him for longer."

Brandt doesn't really care that Ethan's asking him to properly whore himself out to Lowell (it's certainly more than he's ever asked of Carter - she didn't even have to kiss that Indian playboy). Brandt's more than willing to oblige.

[frambreliza.livejournal.com]

The Good Guys, Dan/Jack, Dan's the designated driver