Apologies

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With the holidays, and being sick and then more holidays, I completely spaced that I was to be hosting this week featuring our new structure.

So to make up for it, let's make today a Free For All day. Any prompt, any fandom....have at it and have fun. Tomorrow we'll jump back to our new regular schedule.

Please remember the rules, no more than 5 prompts in a row, 3 per fandom (you can always leave more if yours are written), no spoilers in the prompt itself, if the fic has spoilers, warn and leave adequate space.

Remember our code monkeys and format your prompts properly:

Supernatural, Sam, Dean, Bobby, can't see tomorrow from here
Leverage, Parker, family
Criminal Minds, Reid, betrayal

There you go. Have fun.

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[tigriswolf]

Tortall, author’s choice, if Mistress Eleni Cooper’s child had been a daughter

Fill: Sugar And Spice And Puppy Dog's Tails

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Title: Sugar And Spice And Puppy Dog's Tails
Disclaimer: Tammy owns them, I make no profit, etc
Note: Hope this is ok, it's off the cuff at half two in the AM and I've never written this fandom before
Warnings: None
Character(s): Eleni Cooper, George Cooper

*_*_*

When Eleni felt the first flutter in her womb, she imagined having a daughter. Her little girl would be the prettiest thing in all Corus, and the King's son would want to wed her the moment he set eyes upon her.

When the other healers would rub her belly and tell horror stories of extraordinary labours they witnessed, experienced or attended, Eleni would take a breath and remind herself that her little girl would be worth it all. She would be the kindest-tempered young lady in the Lower City, and everyone would want to befriend her.

When she missed another day's wages because her morning sickness lasted all day and into the night, Eleni would close her eyes and think of all the games she and her daughter would play as she grew up; Eleni knew she would be both father and mother, but a little girl would adore her Mama, no matter what.

When Wlwni lost many nights' sleep because the phantom pains would not stop, she dreamed of a girl with her father's charm and her mother's looks. But this dream did not end as happily as the others. This dream showed a teenaged daughter (Georgiana, perhaps, or Regina, Eleni was not yet certain how she would name her) who charmed all the boys, and had the boys climbing in and out of her room. This dream showed Eleni a daughter with a bellyful of child and a petulant attitude. This dream made Eleni break into a cold sweat.

It was almost a relief when the baby, whom Eleni had been certain would be female, turned out to be George and not Georgiana.

At least *he* would not get a girl into trouble. Eleni might not have had the ability to teach resistance to a girl, but she knew damn well how to make a lad respect a lady.

*_*_*

[tigriswolf]

Scream movies, Sidney, she was the mastermind behind it all

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry, a legend’s only a lonely boy when he goes home alone

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, happy endings

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry, That’s the thing you see – this isn’t my world, and isn’t my war. You all made sure of that. So… I’m done.

Fill: Freaks Deserve to be Punished

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

A/N: Okay, this got a bit more twisted than intended, but I thought it would be an interesting way to Harry to turn out. Hope you enjoy.

Freaks Deserve to be Punished

For ten years, for as long as he could remember, Harry had lived with the Dursleys. They had told him that he was a freak. Freaks get punished.

Every time he had done something freakish, they had told him that he deserved to be punished.

They had flinched from him, recoiled away, and told him that he should be grateful that they hadn't simply cast him out on the street.

Over the years, he had dreamed of rescue. He had dreamed that someday someone would come and tell him he was good, that he wasn't a freak, that he didn't deserve punishment.

He hadn't truly believed that it would happen, but by golly he had dreamed it.

And like a miracle, it had happened.

Hagrid had come. "You're a wizard, Harry!"

"You're the Boy Who Lived, Harry!"

"You're a hero, Harry!"

It was wonderful. Everything he had dreamed had come true. It was freakish, like every other time something he had wanted enough had come true.

He was happy, he was rewarded, he was hugged. For a short while, he could forget everything that the Dursleys had told him... until he had discovered that maybe they were right after all.

For using his freakish powers to live, he had been punished with a mortal enemy. For daring to say it was alright to be freakish, the whole wizarding world was being punished with a killer and his lackeys, holding them in fear and killing those who didn't tremble enough.

And every time he tried to use his powers to make things better, it seemed like they just made matters worse.

Every time he got stronger, Voldemort got stronger, too, and always that much stronger than Harry. And the wizarding world said that it was his duty to take on this evil, to fight this war, to be punished in their stead. The wizards and witches of the wizarding world were too powerful to be punished by the likes of the Dursleys so instead they punished each other and they punished themselves. They punished him for using magic even as they taught him more ways to use it.

They taught him to use magic and punished him for using magic, and pushed him to use more and punished him for using more, and they loved him and they hated him and they told him he was normal and they told him he was a freak.

Despite it all, though, he wanted the Wizarding World. He wanted magic. He wanted it like Dudley wanted the candy that he stuffed in his face.

Harry knew better than that.

So at the end of one summer, he went to the Ministry of Magic and explained that he was leaving. He wasn't returning to Hogwarts, he wasn't returning to the wizarding world at all. "This isn't my world, and isn't my war. I understand that now. So... I'm done. If you don't want to be punished for using magic, then you shouldn't be using magic."

He snapped his wand.

He went to his aunt and uncle and apologized for not understanding. They had never wanted him to use his freakish abilities to become rich or powerful or to be protected or happy. They just wanted him to stop using them at all.

People who used freakish powers were punished.

He understood now.

"I don't want to be a freak anymore. Can you help me?"

His aunt had tears in her eyes when she hugged him. His uncles bit meaty hand rested on his shoulder. "Of course we can. We'll make you normal."

And Harry was grateful that they took him in.

[samueljames]

Star Trek XI, Pike/McCoy, waking up together is great.

All The Gluing Back (PG) 1/2

[inkvoices]

Leonard’s brain stutters into consciousness. As a doctor he’s used to having to wake up instantly, but also to fall asleep instantly when there’s really no time for it but a few hours have to be had. It means that if he wakes up abruptly when there are no cues that suggests he actually needs to be awake then he starts falling back asleep again. (It’s been useful when he’s had roommates that disturbed him at stupid o’clock in the morning.)

Now though something feels wrong and it keeps pulling him out of sleep. Eventually his brain reluctantly allows him to open his eyes, but there’s nothing to see. It’s pitch black.

He presumes he’d only be able to see a ceiling anyway, since he’s lying on his back.

Leonard thinks about this for a moment before realising that he can’t be in his own bed then, because he never has the lights completely off. (Said disturbing roommates became even more disturbing when they tripped over things in the dark and after a while keeping a low light on became a habit.)

There’s a fragment of unintelligible mumbling and a warm sigh that he feels on his left cheek, moving his hair to tickle his ear. He thinks about those things too for a moment and then relaxes as the familiar weight of a heavy arm settles over his chest.

“Too dark t’be morning,” Chris says, even closer to his cheek than before.

Leonard wonders if that’s a cue to leave; the same cue his own brain has been picking up on maybe. He’s never fallen asleep in Chris’ bed before. He’s never stayed the night.

The arm across his chest moves upwards until the hand attached to it is tucked under Leonard’s right armpit and Leonard realises that not only has Chris let him fall asleep here, but now he’s snuggling.

He’ll never admit out loud to missing anything about his marriage except being able to live with his daughter, but sometimes not having someone he can just touch, without reason or obligation…

Tentatively he lifts his right arm and tucks it underneath Chris’, his fingers just brushing Chris’ body; two arms snug across his chest now.

Chris presses closer, the whole length of him warm against Leonard’s side, and he kisses the shell of Leonard’s ear. It’s not a ‘let’s have sex’ kiss or a ‘that was nice, now get lost’ kiss. It’s more of a sleepy ‘I want to kiss this ear, just because, and I can’ kiss.

Leonard smiles in the dark, not because he has any kind of problem with the other two types of kiss, but because that third kind is new and he didn’t know he wanted that as well until just now.

“I’m sure that was something to do with Engineering fixing the Enterprise and not something else breaking,” says Nurse Chapel in a voice that manages to be reassuring whilst having an edge of or else.

It jolts him into full consciousness and he becomes aware of various thuds, clatters, and soft curses around the room.

“I can’t get the lights back on,” says another voice, familiar and somewhere to the right. “Or the emergency lights.”

[samueljames]

Burn Notice, Michael/Fi, "you can't make resolutions on someone else's behalf, Fi."

Fill: New Year's

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The list was on the counter, and Michael stopped to pick it up. After all, written lists weren't something Fiona usually did. Written lists could be tells, could provide more information that people could use against someone. So it caught his eye, Fi's neat handwriting on a numbered list,and he had to, was nearly compelled to, raise it up to read.

Expecting perhaps groceries, or some sort of odd little code, Michael's eyebrows went up and his mouth went down as he started reading. Rattling the paper, he turned, looking around, not seeing Fiona anywhere. "Fi?" he called. "Fi? What were you planning on doing with this list?"

Glancing back at it, he shook his head. There was no way Sam would give up his mojitos, and his stories, and Chuck Finley.

"Fi, you can't make resolutions for someone else!"

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel+Lucifer, Gabriel offers his big brother some surprisingly helpful relationship advice

untitled, takes place in early season 5

[tigriswolf]

"You know," he says, pausing to throw back a mouthful of whiskey, and then looking up at his big brother to continue, "burning this fucked up rock is not the way to get Mikey's attention."

Lucifer's eyes burn at him, vessel's hands clenched, and oh, the ache is so sharp, how much Gabriel misses his brothers, flying together in the cosmos, when everything was new, when there were only four of them, back before. Lucifer's eyes burn, and Gabriel can see the end of things in them, but his oldest brother's voice is so soft, so gentle, when he asks, "And what would the right way be?"

Gabriel doesn't believe in happy endings anymore. Not since Dad left without looking back. And he's pretty sure Lucifer's about to kill him anyway, here in this dive bar full of corpses, because they were human and in the way.

But he misses his brothers. So he says, "I know that Michael should have chosen you. And I know he's sorry he didn't. But all he has now is Dad's final orders, and he's determined to obey." Gabriel laughs, a little sad and a lot bitter. "He thinks it'll bring Dad home."

Lucifer just looks at him. Gabriel throws back another mouthful of whiskey, sets down the glass, and squares his shoulders. He says, “You’re following the script Dad left. The way to get Mikey’s attention? Throw it out and do things your way.”

The fire in Lucifer’s eyes banks and he tilts his head. Gabriel has never been afraid of any of his brothers (only three are an actual credible threat, the only three older than him) but waiting to see what Lucifer will do – cloaked in the ether, his wings tremble.

“I’ll think about your advice, little brother,” Lucifer says. “And I’ll be in touch.”

Gabriel blinks and Lucifer’s gone. He collapses on his stool, looking around at the carnage. He blinks again and they’re all alive, the little humans without a clue.

He should probably go check on the Winchesters. If Lucifer’s about to throw out the script… well. That douche Zach will do something stupid, without a doubt.

But first, he really could use some more whiskey.

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Buffy:tvs, Spike/Buffy, "I love it when you threaten me with violence."

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

The Shield, Shane/Lem, Save me

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, always-a-girl!Sam/any, John made Sam abort her first baby

Never Know - Supernatural, always-a-girl!Sam/OMC, John, Dean, PG-13. Part 1/2

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Obviously, Warning for discussion of abortion.




"You're getting rid of it."

The pronouncement was made with the same finality as when Dad told her and Dean to hide, or ready their weapons, or informed them about some obscure piece of lore. It was the tone that said they had to do what was said, or suffer the consequences.

She was sixteen when it happened. A very certain, very stubborn sixteen. The boy was Randy, a chess-club president, interesting, kind, and responsible. He hadn't the experience to remember a condom when they'd found an open bedroom after the Homecoming dance, and she had been enjoying not just his company, but the absence of her family too much for caution.

One night of that had been too good to be true.

God only knew what John had done to Randy. He was two states and one school behind her now, but he was the only other one with a stake in all this. Her desperate call, made surreptitiously in the bathroom once she'd gotten done throwing up in the morning, was never answered. She only hoped Randy was still alive, and that John hadn't carried out his heartfelt threat to shoot him for getting his daughter pregnant.

"No," Sam said flatly, arms covering her stomach instinctively. "I'm not."

John loomed closer, his hands nearly clamped to his side. Anger was plain on his face, but there was a faint tremor going through him.

"Sam, we're hunters. This is no life for a pregnant girl-."

"Well maybe we can stop hunting for a while!" Sam snapped. She'd been wanting that for years. Hell, she'd wanted that all her life.

"And it's no life for a child!"

"What the hell, Dad?" Sam demanded. "Jesus Christ, I was a baby when you started hunting! What kind of hypocrite are you?"

John's hand almost, almost came up as his face darkened with rage, but he stopped himself. Instead he clamped his hands down on her shoulders with deliberate gentleness, forcing her to look into his face.

"Because I didn't have a choice. Something went after my family, and I had to protect you. And that meant showing you how to protect yourself and tossing you head-first into this life. You have a choice; you don't have to bring a kid into this."

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Misfits, Crowley/+Any, He deals in powers, and lately business has been booming

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Most infants find the act of being born rather unpleasant.”

Fill: Refracted Light Part 1 - SPN, Castiel

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Castiel rolled his shoulder and twisted into a more comfortable position. A knee jabbed into his stomach and the soul beside him fluttered in panic as the two of them were pushed further apart, Castiel falling behind. Their stable, unchanging bed turned upside-down and foreign, tight and disorienting as they were steadily shoved toward the unknown.

His…brother now he supposed, was becoming more and more impossible to soothe. The soft brush of Castiel’s Grace and the gentle nudges of his tiny limbs less effective as they were separated for the first time.

Castiel disliked his brother’s discomfort, but knew this would pass soon. Most infants found the act of being born rather unpleasant, and Castiel found himself agreeing with his new sibling and wishing it was over.

Another squeezing contraction and the presence that had been so close for the past months slipped away.

“It’s a boy!” the cry was muffled by the flesh and fluid around him as all sounds outside were. The unfamiliar voice was followed by the joyous laugher of the voices he’d come to know as his new mother and father. Alek and Emily Novak. Castiel was pleased to hear they chose to name his brother James - “We can call him Jimmy for short”. He thought it suited him better than the other names they’d discussed.

Jimmy was mewling in agitation, calling out for Castiel’s familiar presence.

Castiel kicked out and twisted, impatient now to see Jimmy in the open air and have him near again. The close press of him and the beating of his heart as welcome and familiar as Heaven. A curl of Grace timed with the next contraction carried him out in a slick slide.

“Oh my god!” an unfamiliar voice shouted, shockingly loud undiluted as it was. Castiel winced and didn’t wonder why Jimmy was crying. Hands rushed to catch and lift him from the cold surface he’d landed on and cut the cord attaching him to Emily Novak.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked, a worried pitch to her breathless voice. “Was…was that another baby?”

“Another baby? There’s another one?” Alek’s gob smacked face passed in and out of Castiel’s vision as the nurse turned him around and rubbed at him with a clean towel.

The woman looked down at him, surprised eyes beginning to crinkle in a smile at the corners over the paper mask covering her face. She turned tilting her arms so Castiel could see Emily resting on the bed and Alek beside her looking at him with wide, shocked eyes. Jimmy was still whining his displeasure where he rested in his mother’s arms.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Novak, you have twin boys.”

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

The Shield, Shane /or& Lem, apologies

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

NCIS, McGee/Abby, People always seem to walk into her lab at the most inoppertune moments

Fill: Inopportune

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, Abs, what could happen?" Tim asked, running his hands up and down her arms.

"No. No." She held up a finger, waving it in his face. "You cannot ask me that without remember the time that Gibbs walked in."

Tim grimaced, remembering the head slap that left him dazed. "Oh."

"And Kate! Remember Kate?"

She'd gone back and found Tony, and they'd watched for a while, before clapping, whistling, and holding up score cards. Tim remembered that with a hot blush. "Yeah."

"And Ducky."

Ducky had given them a lecture about the appropriateness of interoffice relationships.

"Not to mention Jenny, and Director Vance, and...!"

Tim glanced around. "Maybe we should set up an alarm system that lets us know if someone's gotten off the elevator."

Abby's eyes lit up. "But not bubble wrap!"

"No," Tim agreed. "No bubble wrap."

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, any, It's hard to keep track of the time, when you live so long.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Heroes, Chuck/Monica, the guy who finds his mind doing things he never expected meets a woman whose body does things she never expected

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

I don't know Heroes but I so approve of this prompt :D

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jo/Ruby, Demons know betrayal, but women know it better.

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Sherlock BBC, Sherlock and Mycroft, Insanity runs in the family. Every year, the boys visit Mummy in the hospital and try not to upset her.

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Ruby, Eatin' ain't cheatin'- but that's not the way Mary sees it.

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel +/ Dean, While flipping through channels, Dean discovers Castiel is TERRIFED of Elmo.

FILL, Part 1

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Dean was lying on his back on the cheap motel mattress. Cas was lying beside him on his stomach, his stocking feet resting against the headboard, fully engrossed in the novel he’d borrowed from Sam before they left. They’d been gone for less than a day, and he was already half-finished with it. Dean smiled, thinking that it figured, after spending most of his life with only his brother for company, that he’d end up with a guy who was an even bigger nerd than Sammy.

Dean scanned through the channels, skipping over a half dozen different infomercials, a couple of late night talk shows, and several music video channels. He was swiftly growing bored, his mind turning toward other ways of occupying their time, when he landed accidentally on a 24-hour children’s station which happened to be airing an old episode of Sesame Street.

“Oh, Cas.” Dean nudged Cas’s hip with his knee. “Look. There, those two. Watch them for thirty seconds and tell me they aren’t gay.”

Cas obediently looked up at the yellow and orange puppets on the screen, his head tilting slightly with mild curiosity as he watched. “They do seem to have a bond that could be read as somewhat more than strictly platonic,” he agreed after a moment, nodding at Dean and glancing back to the screen, already shifting his book in his hands and preparing to return his attention to it.

And then, the “Bert and Ernie” segment was over, and Sesame Street moved on to a new sketch – and something that felt like a localized earthquake seemed to strike in the direct vicinity of the bed, as the mattress abruptly shifted and creaked and lurched dangerously and Cas’s foot somehow found its way into Dean’s ribs, and he found himself knocked unceremoniously onto the floor on his ass. Dean looked up in confusion at Cas, who was still on the bed, but had scrambled up to a crouched position, his back pressed up against the headboard, eyes wide and terrified as he stared at the television screen in unmasked horror.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter / Dogma, Snape & Metatron, sometimes Severus Snape leaves Hogwarts for a few days to be the Voice of God

alas, no fill

[inkvoices]

The heart is willinging, but the brain struggled to write it. So much love for this prompt though. Wonderfullness :D

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Leverage, Sam/Dean/Cas/Gabe, Team Free Love meets Nate's team, and even Nate's team know dysfunctionality when they see it.

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

There was silence in the bar after they left.

Nate wasn’t the only one drinking by that point. Hell, Eliot was the only one who hadn’t started hitting the hard stuff somewhere along the line. Even Parker had worked her way through a shot and seemed decidedly uncomfortable with how the whole event had made her feel.

Well, more than the rest of them.

“I…” Eliot tried to say but his voice petered out. “They’re not…” His second attempt failed and he made a face. “Sorry, guys. I’ve known ‘em so long I forget what meetin’ them’s like.”

They’d passed the bottle back around a second time before Hardison said. “You know? We’re actually pretty functional.”

The only response to follow was the clinking of glasses in a halfhearted toast to not being as completely batshit insane as Eliot’s friends.

[elfinmouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer + any, He's actually really nice despite the xenophobia; but only if you're an angel.

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit / Sherlock, Bilbo!John and Sherlock, John Watson used to be Bilbo Baggins