SATURDAY FREE-FOR-ALL
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comment_ficHappy Saturday, everyone! Today is a free-for-all which means any prompt in any fandom. Basically, anything goes today :)
Just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Make things easy for the codemonkeys:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, graduation night
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Suits, Harvey/Mike, tequila? never again
The Fast and the Furious, Dom/Brian, family
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Just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Make things easy for the codemonkeys:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, graduation night
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Suits, Harvey/Mike, tequila? never again
The Fast and the Furious, Dom/Brian, family
theme=freeforall
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Date: 2012-02-18 08:59 am (UTC)Fire With Fire (1/1)
Date: 2012-02-19 02:18 am (UTC)There was no point.
There was just no fricking point.
He was Lucifer, the Devil. There was no fighting him, there was no escaping him, there was no blocking him out or forgetting him. And as they were in Hell, there was no promise of death for comfort.
Sam endured because there was nothing else he could do.
He was subjected to every imaginable torture, and a few truly unimaginable ones that must have been only dreamt of by the likes of Lucifer. Those times when Lucifer didn't punch or rip or break, when he got very close to Sam in that way a lover got close, the way women had gotten close to him in the past, all he could really do was suffer through it.
After fifty years of endless time in the cage, Sam was more or less broken. One day, he just decided- I give up. White flag's flying. I don't care anymore: Pride is for the living.
All that mattered was making the pain stop. Make things a little better. A little more bearable. And Lucifer wanted two things from Sam: Too see him suffer, and to get his way.
Sam was already giving him the satisfaction of the first, why not the second?
When Lucifer came at him again and pinned him against something that Sam had to assume was solid, even if he couldn't focus on it and see what it actually was, he thought, Whatever. He wants it, I'll give it to him.
And so he kissed when he was kissed, because Lucifer was still in Nick's form, and when he was grabbed he grabbed back, and when when he was clawed at he clawed back and made every embarrassing, awful noise that, if he still had shame, would have been humiliating.
And Lucifer seemed happy with it. Seemed pleased. It took two to tango, and the dance was always more fun when your partner wasn't just dead weight.
"That was cute, Sammy." Sam sighed. "A nice try, too. But you're not getting off that easy."
The pain started again, and there was just no point.
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Date: 2012-02-18 09:02 am (UTC)Adjustments
Date: 2012-02-18 02:52 pm (UTC)Tony wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. “I think I like you better without your heels.”
She met his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “Is that so?”
He kissed her ear. “Now you’re shorter than me.”
Pepper cocked her eyebrow. “That makes a difference?”
Smoothing his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, he began nipping at her neck. “Only in the basest ways. It makes me feel stronger, more masculine, to be taller than you. Not that there’s anything wrong with you being stronger and more masculine than me, if that’s the way you want this to go.” He tweaked her nipple. “In fact, if you’re up for a little role-playing, Miss Potts, I’m sure I can accommodate you.” Tony’s mouth pursed. “Naughty schoolboy/stern headmistress, maybe? I think I have a ruler around here somewhere.” He actually let go of her to open a drawer.
“Mr. Stark.”
“Hmm?” Tony turned back around.
Pepper folded her arms. “Do you actually have a school desk around here somewhere?”
His boyish grin was answer enough, and Pepper thought, maybe some adjustments were worth it.
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Date: 2012-02-18 09:08 am (UTC)Till this hour has gone around.
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Date: 2012-02-18 10:32 am (UTC)Goin' Courtin' (1/1)
Date: 2012-02-19 02:43 am (UTC)"I believe you were alive during a time when chivalry was prominent, Damon."
Damon scoffs. "Well, yeah, but that was guys and girls. We're guys, and this-" He gestures to the rumpled sheets around them with a cocked eyebrow, "-this is a step or two beyond traditional courting."
Elijah shrugged. "I thought you would appreciate the expediency."
"Oh, I do. I'm not the dating kind of guy."
"Mm, I know- You're the... I believe they call it the 'Love 'em and leave 'em' kind."
"Oh, you know me so well."
"And that is the point of courting," Elijah pressed, "Getting to know you, winning your affections."
"And making it very clear that if I 'love and leave' you, you'll rip my heart out of my chest."
"I never said that."
Damon gave a facetious grin. "Oh, but Elijah, I know you too well by now too." And yeah, he was a complete masochist for finding Elijah's threats, spoken and unspoken, kind of hot. Elijah smirked, and Damon shivered.
"That you do."
(BTW, this is the scenario that ran through my head at the moment, but I actually might write a full-length story just because this prompt is dancing around my head now).
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Date: 2012-02-18 02:27 pm (UTC)As Far As The Eye Can See (PG)
Date: 2012-02-19 10:20 pm (UTC)“And yet,” says Ianto, spreading his arms wide in an exaggeratedly dramatic fashion, “no pteranodon.”
Jack looks up and scans the sky, squinting when he turns to face the sunrise, but it’s a useless exercise.
The pair of them have been stood on the roof of the Millennium Centre for nearly an hour and Myfanwy still hasn’t shown up. It’s freezing, they’ve finished the coffee, and it’s far too early in the morning as far as Ianto’s concerned. So far the care and feeding of the pteranodon has been one of his least annoying tasks since he started working for Torchwood Three two weeks ago, but he thinks now might be a good time to reassess.
“Are you quite sure that you can train her to come when signalled by your stupid watch?” he mutters to himself as he sits down on the rooftop next to the bucket of cod covered in Suzie’s special barbecue sauce. (It’s not the worst thing he’s ever smelt, but it’s in the top ten.)
“Of course it will, Ianto,” he says in an attempt at mimicking Jack’s accent, and then sarcastically, in his own voice, “of course it will.”
Jack sighs and sits down next to him, pressing the palms of his hands onto the roof behind him and leaning back.
“Maybe she just doesn’t want to come back to the Hub.”
“It’s a Sunday,” says Ianto. “None of us want to be at the Hub.”
“No such thing as weekends at Torchwood,” says Jack cheerfully.
Ianto considers throwing a cod at him, but he knows it’ll only end up with him being the one that has to sort out getting Jack’s clothes and his precious coat dry-cleaned.
“Come on,” says Jack, flashing his teeth at Ianto in a broad smile, “aren’t you enjoying private Captain time?”
He bites his lip to avoid saying something that would probably get him fired and then lowers his lashes before turning his face away, hoping that conveys a suitably shy and flirty ‘yes, sir.’
Jack sighs again, but happily this time.
“I love being in high places,” the Captain says. “There’s so much that you can see.”
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Date: 2012-02-18 02:27 pm (UTC)RPF, Josh Hutcherson/ Ridge Canipe, they’re cast in a movie as brothers