Tuesday - Crossover
Feb. 28th, 2012 03:21 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
momma-66.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
comment_ficGood morning! ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
momma_66 here to give you Tuesday's theme. Crossover: Ever wondered how the Winchesters would react to Nick Burckhardt? Or what would happen if you mixed the Leverage team with our guys in Hawai'i? Get to prompting and let's find out!
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five fandoms at a time
Leave at least three spaces for spoilers
Format for the codemonkeys:
Fandom, Character, prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, prompt
Fandom/Fandom, Character(s), prompt
If nothing catches your fancy here, give a lonely prompt some love.
tag=crossover
momma_66 here to give you Tuesday's theme. Crossover: Ever wondered how the Winchesters would react to Nick Burckhardt? Or what would happen if you mixed the Leverage team with our guys in Hawai'i? Get to prompting and let's find out!Rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five fandoms at a time
Leave at least three spaces for spoilers
Format for the codemonkeys:
Fandom, Character, prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, prompt
Fandom/Fandom, Character(s), prompt
If nothing catches your fancy here, give a lonely prompt some love.
tag=crossover
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:28 am (UTC)No fic but
Date: 2012-02-28 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 08:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 10:35 am (UTC)Fill: Sure, we invent each other - PG-13
Date: 2012-02-29 02:07 am (UTC)"You know better than that," he's told the boy, gravel in his voice. Fingers curled in the sweaty mop of Spencer's hair.
"I know- I know what to look for," Spencer's answered, breathy and shaking.
"You don't go looking to them for what I can give you, doc. You hear me?"
"I don't... Not- Not this...")
Maybe the smartest thing Spencer's ever done was tell Jethro what he'd been doing back then. What he needed to stop. What he needs, to keep going sometimes; sometimes just to remind himself that he can. That there's someone safe and familiar in his life who cares about him, who will do this for him without judging and without making his pain worse.
A belt to the ass... A leather strap around his wrists. A gag or a soundproof room that he can scream his lungs out in. A springy yet thick cut of branch from the peach tree in Jethro's garden, again and again, against the smooth flesh of his pale back, raising thin, pink welts that will fade about as quickly as Spencer's contentment will. That will be almost completely gone by the next time Spencer shows up at Jethro's door, fathomless eyes full of pleading and lips curling with anticipation and hope.
Jethro gives Spencer these things. And it's for the doc's own good. Jethro may call him as much, but Spencer isn't really a kid. He's a man. For all that he seems naive (somehow, impossibly, after all that he's seen and done), he's a grown man who knows what he wants. What he likes. There's nothing wrong with the both of them enjoying Jethro's giving it to him.
At least, Jethro tells himself that.
Whenever Spencer is lying, panting, messy and marked and maybe sobbing at Jethro's feet, stuttering "Please" and "Thank you"s and "Enough"s, one on top of the other, Jethro has to remind himself that this isn't just for him. This isn't just Jethro exploring some deep-seated urge that he hadn't even known he had before Spencer came along and stirred it.
Sometimes he has to remind Spencer, too.
As they sit at Jethro's kitchen table, eating steak they've just pulled off of Jethro's grill, and some of those organic vegetables that the kid really likes, and Spencer gets that look... That one like he came here telling himself that they'd leave it at this tonight - a good meal and good conversation with a dear friend (which is fine. They don't have to sleep together. But if Spencer wants it, and he wants it, Jethro would just as soon the kid get over feeling like he's obligated to stop wanting it, at some point. Like need has to be a bandage instead of something more lasting.) Jethro shakes his head.
He doesn't say anything. Spencer's got more words in his head than Jethro could muster, in more languages than Jethro can speak; there's no point in trying to talk sense into him.
Jethro relies on whipping it into him. Spanking, squeezing, grinding it in, where sense doesn't matter. Where an MIT grad and an old jarhead are on the same level, feeling and being and leaving the thinking for another time, when their blood isn't singing for things hat their minds aren't meant to analyze.
And even then, Jethro leaves most of the thinking, the being "smart" about this, to Spencer.
He sticks to the knowing.
And the being right.
Re: Fill: Sure, we invent each other - PG-13
From:Re: Fill: Sure, we invent each other - PG-13
From:no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 01:37 pm (UTC)When is it not a pain in the ass when Steve is there?
Chin is gracious and welcoming to Callen when Danny introduces them, and Kono busts his balls a little but chases it with a warm smile to let Callen know that it just means she's accepted him as one of theirs.
Steve, though.... First, Steve gave G one of those once over looks, like Danny's his daughter about to go to prom or something. Then, he gives one of those smiles that are actually a thinly covered threat. Callen, to his credit, gave the same smile back.
Then Steve, and why Steve felt the need to start a pissing contest with Danny's very new and not at all established boyfriend, Danny doesn't know, and really, does he understand why Steven does anything??? But Steve, he says to Callen, "Marine intelligence, huh? That was some tough going in Romania."
One of those measuring contests this type has, Danny knew -- my not-quote-by-the-book intel sources are bigger that yours.
Of course G knows how to play too. He answered, "I'd recognize a SEAL anywhere. Funny how the training officers in the area happen to go on vacation right when you go missing."
And then the stare. Steve folds his arms to show that he wants you to know he sizing you up, and G puts a casual hand near his pocket just to show he's exactly dangerous enough to look casually bored right before he nails you. And they stare at each other, neither willing to be first to look away.
Finally, Danny yells, "Are we done here? Can we please go back to the case or perhaps one of you have a completely unnecessary explosion to instigate?"
Callen gives a smirk that makes Danny wonder if he hasn't fucked up and found someone crazier than Steve. But at least Callen's not giving the face that Steve is, that hurt offended look of "What? What possible objection could someone have to an explosion here or there?"
Chin luckily changed the subject to football, then criminal forensics, giving G something to talk about with the team, and Danny mouthed a silent "THANK YOU" to Chin when no one else was looking. When it was finally time to head home and Danny and G were in the car, Danny felt compelled to say, "I'm sorry about Steve. I mean, he's a really good guy, but he's just kind of..."
Callen laughed. "Relax. He's exactly what I expected."
"You expected him to be a domineering control freak who's so overprotective of his grown adult team that he acts like a macho --"
"Relax, Danny. Geez, do you always yell so much in the car that your face turns red?"
"Maybe."
"Anyway, yeah, you told me about him. Navy SEAL, now a cop, overprotective of his friends. Nosy. Tries to tell you how to be in your down time. But a great guy. Believe me, I've worked with the type."
"Wait... Steve is a type? There are people LIKE HIM out there? Ugh, the world is just not a sane place."
Callen just grinned. "I'm really glad I got to meet your friends. And I'm glad I know the people who have your back when I'm not here."
Danny smiled. "Okay. I'm glad you're glad. When do I get to meet the LA team? Or should I be worried about meeting Sam?"
Callen smiled. "Nah. Sam will be happy for me. He's always saying I should get more stability, find someone nice. But..."
"What?"
"We'd better practice a little before you meet Hetty."
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 10:38 am (UTC)Fill: These Thoughts Count (in the Billions) - PG (1/2)
Date: 2012-02-29 01:13 am (UTC)But Cam really is trying to get his super sweet, super demonstrative boyfriend to demonstrate in ways that aren't so... Lexian.
And he's had minimal success. For example, Lex is no longer sucking small businesses into the widening maw that is LuthorCorp Enterprises and then re-labling them Price Industries or Camcorp Inc.
("Uh... baby," Cameron told him. "As much as I love the gesture... I really, really do. I just don't think that having a bunch of newly un-employed biochemists cursing my name in Japanese is necessarily a better gift than... I don't know. A box of chocolates or something."
"No one is cursing your name in Japanese, Cameron," Lex promised, smiling indulgently.
And Cam's only had to stop him from buying out Russell Stover's twice since then.)
Also, Lex has learned to save all last minute flights to the Caribbean for Cam's vacation days rather than having Cam's bed transported as Cam's sleeping so that Cam can wake up in the middle of a tropical paradise next to a naked Lex.
(That one trip was amazing, but Oz docked Cam a week in pay for: one) missing work the next day; and, two) having a boyfriend who will transport him to the Caribbean while he's sleeping and then let Oz find out about it afterwards. "Nobody's ever air-lifted my sweet caboose in the middle of a snooze just to ply me with hot sex and fun in the sun," Oz whined, in as much as Oz can whine about anything.)
And - and Cam is particularly proud of Lex for this - most importantly, Lex hasn't threatened anyone with death or destruction in months.
("You can't keep doing this, man!" Cam said angrily, pacing, during their final argument on the subject. Lex was wearing that blank 'I know exactly what you're talking about, and I don't like it' expression, even as he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do! Yes, you know that I know that you are the reason that Mel's cousin doesn't have a job anymore!"
As always, Lex had a perfectly "reasonable", perfectly insane response to Cam's emoting. "He was harassing you, Cameron. Was I supposed to just allow that?" Lex asked in a somber tone, 100 % serious. "I make no secret of what you mean to me. That asshole should have known better than to mess with me or mine."
Possibly, Cam could have taken offense to Lex's calling him "mine". But really, Lex's possessiveness only ever makes Cam blush and get really turned on.
"He gave me two traffic tickets!" Cam exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
"Well," Lex all but cooed. A mountain cat licking its paws in the aftermath of a slaughter. "He'll never give you a third now, will he?")
Fill: These Thoughts Count (in the Billions) - PG (2/2)
From:Re: Fill: These Thoughts Count (in the Billions) - PG (2/2)
From:Re: Fill: These Thoughts Count (in the Billions) - PG (2/2)
From:(no subject)
From:Re: Fill: These Thoughts Count (in the Billions) - PG (2/2)
From:no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 11:40 am (UTC)spoilers for season 6, maybe? implied Dean/Castiel on the side
Date: 2012-03-01 04:55 pm (UTC)They can only help one of them - the wolf, bound in magical chains. Hel doesn't need them; Jormungandr is happy ruling the seas; the twins work for Hel; Sleipnir is still Odin's chief mount and Gabriel is just too weak right now to take on Odin and win. (Just a few more years, he whispers into John's neck, wings around them both. Just a few more years.)
But the wolf. The wolf they can save, if they go about it quietly.
.
Dean's angel, juiced up from his latest upgrade (John has quit asking) turns out to the linchpin. Only he can touch the chain without being zapped, so he grips it lightly, tells the wolf to be calmed, and pulls it away.
Sam chants the spell to shield them; John watches for any guards (especially that Heimdall guy); and Dean touches his angel's shoulder when the angel sways, holding the chain that bound Loki's son.
"It is done," the angel says, dropping the chain at Fenrir's feet.
Fenrir surges up and Gabriel sweeps them all away, to one of Cas' safehouses.
.
It's a month before Fenrir has regained enough strength to learn how to change his shape. He hides as a wolf-hybrid, part of their team now, and he's fiercely protective of them all.
When the Aesir notice that the wolf is gone, they nearly tear the worlds apart looking for him, but they don't find him, or Loki.
(Just a few more years, Gabriel murmurs, fingers massaging Fenrir's ears. Just a few more years, and your brother will be free, too.
Fenrir rests his head on Gabriel's knee, and John looks at Castiel, who nods before going to Dean.)
Re: spoilers for season 6, maybe? implied Dean/Castiel on the side
From:Re: spoilers for season 6, maybe? implied Dean/Castiel on the side
From:no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 01:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 01:02 pm (UTC)not a fill, but
Date: 2012-02-28 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 02:09 pm (UTC)Losers movieverse/Avengers movieverse, Jensen + Clint Barton, they’d been in the same foster family once
no subject
Date: 2012-02-28 02:10 pm (UTC)Supernatural/Highlander, Lucifer&Methos, Lucifer wants a word with his brother. Methos doesn't care.
fill
Date: 2012-02-28 06:47 pm (UTC)His name isn’t Adam or Ben or Carl or any other name mortals and immortals knew him by in the last millennia or five. His name isn’t even Methos, which should be quite obvious. His real name, the one his Father gave him, the one he cherishes with pride and shame is myth too, but myth so old that no one would even believe him where he to share that particular secret with anybody. Not that he trusts anyone enough to do that. Moot point and water under the bridge.
Still the name exists and he remembers.
He is Malak al-Maut. Maybe “was” is a better term.
Every hundred years or so he makes a journey to Wulingyuan and mingling with mortals visits Tianzishan. He is not here for picturesque view or postcard. He climbs the mountain and walks its paths and waits for a sunrise on the top of one of the platforms because Tianzi is the closest place to home he would ever find on Earth. Not Egypt, where he made first breath of scolding hot air all these thousand years ago, not Western Europe with its cities, not the New World he favors as of late.
He inhales crisp autumn air and dreams among the beauty of ailing nature about days long gone, days of Glory and Purpose and allows himself just for a fleeting moment to thinks that today would be the day he reclaims power pulsing under his feet. That today would be the day he will leave the Game behind. He knows it won’t be, like it wasn’t last century or that day all these thousand years ago he remembered and found his torn Grace bound to a mase. But still the tantalizing possibility is there and there are days when it’s all that’s keeping him from doing something foolish.
One moment he is alone with his thoughts and doubts and hopes and then – he is not.
- Azrael, - greets him being that tries to look like unassuming white man in his thirties.
- That’s not my name.
- Of course it is.
- Then I can call you Samael?
- If you want, brother.
- Well, then I guess I just call you Lucy. Less formal, you know.
- I missed you.
- You miss archangel sword at your side, Lucy dear, not me. Please, do not confuse them in the future.
- That’s not true, - says his guest, sounding genuinely hurt.
- Then you didn’t come here, at the repository of my Grace to offer me opportunity of a lifetime to join you forces in another great war against Heaven?
- I just want my brother back at my side.
- I’m touched, really. I can even cry if you want or compose insufferable hymn about our tragic brotherly bond, if it will make you feel better. But my answer will be still “no”.
- It was a “yes” once.
- And then I killed my brothers and sisters for you, I fell from Heaven for you, I was condemned and become this… I learned from my mistake, snake.
- But you can reclaim all that.
- You really do not understand, don’t you?
- Azrael…
- My name is Adam. And I don’t care, not anymore.
Blond man sighs warily and disappears.
Re: fill
From:Re: fill
From: