Tuesday - Games!
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mahmfic and I am your host for this week. Today's theme is Games. Mind games. Sex games. Our characters in your favorite board games (Ianto as Mrs. White anyone). Parties for games like the Superbowl.
Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Come on now, play nice.
RPF, Roy Halladay/Cliff Lee, What do we do now that the game is cancelled?
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
Go wild!
tag=games
mahmfic and I am your host for this week. Today's theme is Games. Mind games. Sex games. Our characters in your favorite board games (Ianto as Mrs. White anyone). Parties for games like the Superbowl.Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Come on now, play nice.
RPF, Roy Halladay/Cliff Lee, What do we do now that the game is cancelled?
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
Go wild!
tag=games
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Date: 2012-02-07 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-07 03:58 pm (UTC)Inception/White Collar, twins Neal&Arthur(/Eames), (dark AU) who can kill the most (in the creepiest, sickest ways) without getting caught isn't how most guys play
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Date: 2012-02-07 03:59 pm (UTC)White Collar, Peter/Neal(/Elizabeth), "Stop tryin' to play me, Neal."
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:00 pm (UTC)Harry Potter/James Bond movies, McGonagall&M, they were girlhood friends
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Date: 2012-02-07 07:03 pm (UTC)Shades of Irony (fill, and spoiler warning for Skyfall)
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:02 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, Arthur tries to ignore the way his daemon plays tag with Eames'
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:04 pm (UTC)Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock + Moriarty, John doesn't think of it as a game. He thinks of it as a problem best solved with a bullet, right between the eyes.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:32 pm (UTC)One Heart Too Big, One Too Small, and the Last? Just Right.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-07 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-07 04:07 pm (UTC)FILL: Show Me What You're Working With
Date: 2012-02-07 07:21 pm (UTC)Dean rolls his eyes and otherwise ignores the jab. He flips his hand over and announces, “Pair of Aces,” then studies Sam’s expression. He waits for the telltale flicker of disappointment and defeat, but is instead entertained by a smirk and the cocky lift of an eyebrow. He’d never admit it, but he likes it when Sam gets smug. It’s a good look on him that shoots straight down and pools warmly in the pit of Dean’s stomach.
“Nice,” Sam comments. “I mean, it’s an admirable hand but…”
Enough is enough though and Dean waves a hand through the air. “Dude. Show ‘em to me.”
Sam flips his hand over. The nine, ten, Jack, Queen and King of diamonds peer up at Dean and he groans.
“Straight Flush.”
“Fuck.” Dean draws the word out and Sam’s smile grows.
“Off with it, man.”
“Cheater. Dan Enright. Can’t believe…” He continues to mutter to himself as he pulls his shirt off. He’s down to a pair of boxers and socks now—quite a feat considering the number of layers he began with. Sam remains fully clothed save for losing his flannel button-down. It’s ridiculous. Absurd. A clear sign of the impending apocalyp—on second thought, he shouldn’t joke about that.
Either way, it’s ridiculous.
Sam laughs. “All that talk, man. You really suck, y’know that?”
Dean tosses his shirt atop the heap beside his chair. He then leans in and lowers his voice to say, “Keep up with that kind’a talk and I won’t be sucking anything tonight.” The warning causes Sam’s grin falter and it’s Dean’s turn to look smug.
Finally winning the upperhand, he grabs the deck and starts to shuffle.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:59 pm (UTC)Fill, sympathy for the devil
Date: 2012-04-20 11:16 am (UTC)Lucifer watched Dean's expression change from surprise to disbelief to horror, all in the blink of an eye. Ahh, Winchester emotions. So powerful, so satisfying.
"Sammy? Sam, do you know who I am?"
Sam stopped his game with Lucifer, and shuffled round so he was facing Dean.
"You're Dean," said Sam. "My brother. Duh."
Dean ran a hand through his hair. It was rather amusing to see him scramble for an explanation.
"Okay. Okay, good. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Waking up. Dean, I'm hungry, and Lucy won't go to get food."
"So you don't remember things, but you do know them? Who's Lucy?"
Sam pulled a face.
"Lucy! He's right here!"
"Oh, Christ," said Dean. "You told me you couldn't see him any more!"
"Did I?" asked Sam. He looked from Dean back to Lucifer, and frowned. "Why would I do that? Were you jealous?"
"Was I--no, Sam, I wasn't jealous! I was freaking worried about you and your sanity, only to have you lie to me like I'm not important. Like I'm not your goddamn brother. Damn it, Sam, you can't just pretend that--"
Sam cowered away from Dean, who had gotten out of bed and stood, hands raised in frustration, above him. As crazy as it was, Lucifer felt a certain amount of anger at Dean. Sam's confusion and fear reverberated in his head like an explosion, and Lucifer was suddenly possessive. Only he was allowed to make Sam feel this way.
Dean stopped speaking. Slowly, he lowered his arms.
"I'm sorry. Sam, I'm sorry. I'm angry at you for something you can't even remember or understand. Shit, I didn't mean to--oh, fuck, I shouldn't swear in front of--damn it!"
Sam giggled, despite himself.
"First time I've heard you laugh in a long while, Sammy," said Dean. He crouched down to Sam's level, and looked him in the eye. "Apology accepted?"
Sam nodded solemnly. "If you promise to get me food."
"I promise," said Dean. "Lucy, huh? Bet he loves that."
"He said he'd pull out my toenails and feed them to me, but I laughed at him and he stopped teasing."
Dean's brows lowered. "He said that?"
"He didn't mean it," said Sam, turning back to Lucifer and - horror of horrors - patting him on the nose. "Besides, I've got you, haven't I? To protect me?"
"Yeah," Dean said. He stood up like an old man, as though his joints pained him. "You've got me."
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Date: 2012-02-07 05:16 pm (UTC)FILL: Supernatural, Gabriel, he teaches his brothers how to bowl in the skies
Date: 2012-02-07 08:49 pm (UTC)“There,” Gabriel says. “Simple.”
His wings crackle with electricity, spark shadows that throw the clouds into sharp relief. Gabriel smirks and cocks an eyebrow at Michael. The ball is heavy in his hands; his calloused fingers thread through the grips with an understated strength.
“Your turn.”
Michael narrows his eyes.
“Now is not a time to be frivolous and play games, Gabriel. There are things to be done. Plans that must go forward.”
“And there’s an unfinished game, right here,” Gabriel says, spreading his arms. “Or are you just gonna let me win?”
Michael’s shoulders tense. He says nothing, but steps forward and takes the ball from Gabriel, weighs it with one palm as his other tenses, then settles against the smooth surface.
The pins have been reset. Michael takes a deep breath—centers himself—unfurls those wings of fire, burning orange against the grey-black of the stormclouds, and releases the ball in a single, smooth arc.
The resulting crash plows through the clouds, shakes the heavens and the firmament alike; pins tumble and clouds shatter. The universe quakes. Walls of water beat against shorelines; the core of the Earth trembles, and volcanoes erupt in clouds of ash and rivers of fire.
Michael smiles.
“Strike.”
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Date: 2012-02-07 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-07 07:08 pm (UTC)Highlander/Supernatural, Methos as Death's son, playing a shellgame with worlds