Saturday: Free for All

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Welcome to the weekend, ladies and gents. You know what that means: Free For All!

All fandoms, pairings and prompts are welcome today. Just remember to follow our usual rules:
ȣ Please, no spoilers in prompts. If there are spoilers in your fill, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
ȣ No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom.
ȣ Please remember to format your prompts and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:

Avengers, Hawkeye/Black Widow, not just human
Dresden Files, Mouse, a day from a dog's perspective

Bourne Identity/Leverage, Bourne/Eliot, that one time in Marakesh

Not finding something you like? You can always hit up the Lonely Prompts.


Happy writing!

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Avengers, Hawkeye/Black Widow, not just human

Fill: The Baying in the Wind

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He looks at her as they take their seats in front of the human woman, tongue lolling in the closest approximation to his true form, and Natasha knows he shares her joy. It's rare they are allowed to be themselves and she's already looking forward to the hunt. Natasha swallows the growl that wants to escape – any sound in this two-legged form would be a weak substitute.

Clint shoots her a small smile as Agent Hill starts to explain the mission parameters. She's nervous, the emotions well hidden behind a blank expression. They're barely discernible, they wouldn't be to anyone else but Natasha and Clint are not anyone else. They both can smell that the human woman is always in a constant state of anxiety whenever she has to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agents. Natasha watches her shuffle her papers with sharp eyes and sighs softly in impatience.

“We won't bark, I promise.” Clint says. His smile is hardly a reassurance, it's a broad grin tinged with excitement. “Just point us in the right direction and off we go.”

They set off two nights later, running through dark alleys and Natasha feels a growl building in her throat. Clint nudges her, barking once. The sound echoes on brick walls, rises above the sound of honking cars. People in their apartments stop for a moment at the noise. Natasha's body thrums with need and the two tear across the city in pursuit. Clint barks again as Natasha's warning growl lessens. They're at the docks now, a maze of empty buildings and the only sign of life is night shift workers stacking boxes.

Clint's dark green coat blends in with the shadows and Natasha follows him on silent paws. Their prey is close and he stinks of fear. Natasha knows he is tired and she knows he can't outrun her anymore. No one can escape her, she never tires of the chase. It's her favorite part. Her partner barks a third and final time as she shifts forms to open the door. The sound echoes in the hallway and rattles the windows. Clint’s larger body barrels through the doorway as Natasha finds a knife for the actual killing. She hates blood on her muzzle but her partner has never minded the feeling.

It's a success, it's always a success when Fury sends the two of them off the grounds. The two return triumphantly to HQ, leaving the S.H.I.E.L.D. clean up crew to handle the mess they left behind. Clint and Natasha fall into his bed, eyes bright and shining with joy. They rut in their human form, bodies moving in a dance that's even older than them. The two celebrate the death they brought tonight and look forward to the next one. There’s will always be someone else who Fury deems worthy of their attention.

Clint is Cù Sìth, Natasha is a hellhound

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Dresden Files, Mouse, a day from a dog's perspective

Fill: A Good Day

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You hear him wake from where he bedded down on the couch last night, and you stretch yourself to your feet – butt and tail arched up first, then leaning forward to spread the toes on your front paws, one leg lifted, then the other. You stretch out your hind legs the same way, your spine flexing and warming as you pull it backward and forward, and let out a tremendous yawn.

The cat stares down at you, as usual, and you give him a grin that he ignores, going back to the importance of his early morning nap. But Harry, he’s awake, that means you can shuffle up to him and get a scratch of your ears, and if you prance and whine enough, maybe a walk before breakfast.

Harry’s fingers always seem to find the right place, and you tilt your head to guide his nails to the perfect angle. “Who’s a good boy?” Harry croons at you, and you thump your tail against the couch, raising a faint dust cloud that smells of you, the cat, Harry and still, ever so faintly, of the vampire. Harry yawns, almost as loudly as you had, and gets up, stretching his body in a similar way. He scratches at the back of his head, and wanders off to the bathroom, the door almost closing behind him.

You go find your leash from where it got tossed after last night’s walk. Lucky you, for deciding to stay with Harry. You sniff at the door, catching a whiff of Chicago’s early morning. Lucky him, for you deciding to stay with Harry. Taking a deeper breath, you sort out the myriad scents: human, garbage, another dog – female, in heat, with a pack of males behind her – a dozen others that you mentally discard as soon as you sniff them. There. That’s the important one – the creature that followed you home a few nights ago.

You growl softly, your tail waving. Harry needs to know something’s out there, but it’s no use to do anything until he’s out of the bath. Hearing the door open, you bark once, raising your paw to the door.

“What is it, Mouse?” Harry stumbles across the room and kneels next to you, his hand on your shoulders. He unfocuses, the way he does when he’s doing magic, and you brace yourself to keep him upright. “That thing’s back, isn’t it?” Thumping your shoulder, Harry gets up. “I guess we’d better take care of it, huh?” He sighs. “So much for breakfast.”

You smile up at him, wagging your tail. Maybe you can get breakfast somewhere else. Whatever. When you can track down this creature, it’ll be a good day.

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Bourne Identity/Leverage, Bourne/Eliot, that one time in Marakesh

Fill: Cimmerian Meeting

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Eliot realizes he’s not alone in the room as soon as he steps through the archway. His muscles tense and his hand reaches back for the knife against the small of his back. He’s got a contract for retrieving a small gold statue and no two-bit security guard is going to stop him from collecting it.

“Easy, Specialist,” the man steps out of the shadows, voice soft in warning. He’s got a gun held in one hand and the other is open, relaxed against his thigh. Eliot isn’t fooled for second because the very way the man holds himself screams of black ops training. “We aren’t here for the same thing and I’m not looking to stop you, so long as you don’t get in my way.”

Eliot takes stock of the stranger, the pale skin and dark eyes, the lean strength in his frame. The name comes to him after a moment’s thought. “Bourne.” Eliot names him in a flat voice. There are whispers of the assassin everywhere, a rumor in the underworld but he’s younger than what Eliot expects. His brown eyes are friendly even though his reputation is one for delivering death despite any obstacle. The man smiles, a quicksilver flash of white teeth in the dark.

“Get what you came for, Spencer.” The man moves towards the outside staircase of the luxury villa with a fluid grace that Eliot envies. “I’ll see myself out.”

Eliot gets the gold statue he was paid for and makes his way back to the apartment he’s holed up in. He’s only half surprised to see Bourne sitting in the chair next to the bed when he enters.

“Something else you wanted?” Eliot grunts, setting his item in the bottom of a camera bag and hiding it underneath lenses and cameras that don’t actually work. It will be enough to get him onto the bus to Casablanca and through security for one-way flight to Rome. Bourne watches him pack up with a smile.

“I have a bit of time to kill.” The man licks his lips and Eliot smirks. He’s definitely interested. Bourne stands from the chair as Eliot crosses the room. Their lips meet in a clash, teeth and tongues fighting for control as hands roam. Clothes are stripped and Eliot finds himself pushing the taller man back on the bed soon after. Then it’s mouths and hands, wet heat and suction. Their bodies tell the story of their line of work but Eliot doesn’t pay much mind to the scars on the skin underneath him as he slicks his fingers. Little time for prep and then only a hiss of breath as Eliot slides in with a muffled groan against a pale shoulder. Bourne’s hips roll up to meet his thrusts eagerly.

The other man clenches around him and Eliot’s hips stutter in the rhythm he’d built up. Bourne grins and reaches down to stroke himself, following Eliot less than a minute later. They clean up in silence. Eliot isn’t surprised when Bourne takes the discarded, ruined shirt with him, disappearing as the sun’s rays start to peek over the ochre walls and Eliot's in the shower. At least it saves him the trouble of getting rid of DNA evidence.

Neither of them were ever in Marrakech at the same time and there's no one alive to say otherwise.

[tigriswolf]

Batman, Dick + Jason, Dick is the one who finds the kid

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RPF, Jensen Ackles + Matt Bomer, they’re cast as adult Jason Todd and Dick Grayson in a Batman movie

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Avengers movieverse, Clint Barton, he’s done some pretty bad things in his time

[tigriswolf]

Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, unrequited Sean/Hank, the first boyfriend Sean brings home bears an uncanny resemblance to Hank

[tigriswolf]

Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, Hank/Sean (or Hank + Sean), Hank would die for all of them, even Alexander. But he’d let the others die to keep Sean safe. He’d even kill them.

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Avengers movieverse, Tony/Steve/Thor, not quite sure how they ended up here... but that's ok.

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Artemis Fowl/Young Wizards, Artemis Fowl/Dairine Callahan, Your whole concept of magic is completely wrong

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

Ballykissangel, Peter/Assumpta, from Eamon's point of view

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Thor (2011), Loki/Darcy, Darcy is an enabler

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Avengers movieverse, Loki/+Tony, "I want you in my army Mr Stark."

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Harry Potter, Fred & George & Any, the twins go to work for the Ministry like their mother wanted

In Your Ministry, Putting Things To Rights (PG)

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All Molly has ever wanted is for her children to be healthy and happy, but she can’t hide her pride when Percy starts working for the Ministry like Arthur, even if the closer he moves to his idea of success the further he seems to move away from their family. After the war Ron follows Harry into the Aurors whilst Bill and Charlie start helping the Ministry with rebuilding, and Molly hums to herself as she cooks tea, dancing around the kitchen. The war does so much damage, but it brings Percy back in the end and she’s so proud of all her boys, working for the good of the Wizarding World and putting things to rights. She knows that it won’t last, that Bill will go back to the Goblins and Charlie to his dragons. She isn’t any less proud of them for that, but in her heart of hearts she’s perhaps just a little more proud when they’re doing Ministry work.

Then the twins announce that they’ve ‘gone into the family business’ and, yes, she’s proud, but she’s also worried. Of all of them, she never thought that Fred and George would ever be the Ministry’s type.

“Are they helping with the rebuilding efforts?” she asks Bill and Charlie as they pull off their heavy-duty work boots and leave them by the backdoor. “I know that joke shop of theirs was part of the Alley that was destroyed. Is that where they are?”

“Sorry Mum, I haven’t seen them around,” says Bill, squeezing past her into the kitchen and Charlie shakes his head for ‘no’ as he follows.

“Have the Aurors found a use for Fred and George by any chance?” she asks Ron and Harry as they step out of the floo, Harry still a little unsteady on his feet, poor dear, not being as used to that form of travel as the rest of them.

Ginny waves to them from where she’s curled up on the couch, home for the holidays and wearing far too short a skirt for winter but looking lovely in it.

“You have to apply to be an Auror,” says Ron, “they don’t invite you, whatever talents or uses you’ve got. They didn’t even invite Harry.”

Harry blushes and waves back at Ginny.

“Did you try asking Bill or Charlie?” he says, eager to help. “Everyone’s been helping with the rebuilding, apart from the Department of Mysteries, so one of us has probably seen them.”

“I don’t suppose you have any idea where Fred and George have gotten to?” Molly asks Percy, who deliberately arrives home just a fraction later then Arthur, because he wants to be seen as working the hardest.

“They’re not home yet?”

He frowns, beaten, and she gives him a hug to show him that she appreciates him all the same.

“Well, I’ve got much more important things to be concerned about anyway,” Percy says, pressing one hand to her back and then stepping away quickly. “There was an explosion in the lower levels. Something to do with the Department of Mysteries.”

“The twins told me that they’re working for the Ministry,” she says later as her and Arthur settle down in bed. “None of the others have seen them though. You don’t think they’re, well, up to something, do you?”

Her husband wraps his hand around the back of her head, gently threading his fingers through her curls, and guides her head down to rest on his shoulder. Molly snuggles up against him.

“They told me that as well.”

“And?”

“And when I next saw Kingsley I asked him what they were up to. I mean the Ministry has enough of our children already, don’t you think? Thank Merlin Ginny hasn’t got any plans in that direction.”

Molly lets her hand wander across Arthur’s chest until it rests against his heart, the beat steady under her palm.

“And what are they up to?”

“Something in the Department of Mysteries apparently. Although rumour has it that the Department are finally starting to take an interest in the rebuilding efforts after all this time, particularly in Diagon Alley funnily enough.”

He sounds proud and Molly smiles.

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BBC Sherlock/Psych, Sherlock /& John & Psych ensemble, Sherlock and Shawn are ridiculously competitive, John and Gus bond over their shared exasperation, and the SBPD don't really know what's happening

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Supernatural/Castle, Castiel+Castle, God!Cas chooses the prophet who will write his gospel

The Great Prophet Rick

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"Enjoy," Rick said, flashing a magazine-cover smile at another satisfied fan.

"I will," she giggled, hugging the hardback to her chest as she backed away. He slid the next book from the stack and flipped it open, pen poised.

"Who's it to?" he began, glancing up.

"Hey Castle." Kate gifted a quick smile. "Supernatural horror, huh? Different than your usual."

"I prefer to think of it as paranormal whodunnits."

"So this is why you quit the precinct." She weighed a glossy copy of the book in her hands, thumbing through a few pages. "New muse?"

"You could say that." His eyes flickered briefly skywards, and he scrawled his name on the title page with a flick of his pen. "Your book," he drawled, offering it to her with a flourish.

"'To Kate, Nikki isn't done just yet,'" Kate read off the note. "You planning to have her meet the--" she checked the jacket flap "--Winchester brothers?"

He smiled. "You never know what might happen with those two. You could say they have a mind of their own."

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Glee/Dragonriders of Pern.

The Glee cast in Harper Hall. Competing for solos and Journeymen spots.

Not a fill, but...

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holy crap, there are no words to tell you how much I love this prompt. *giant hugs*

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Glee/Supernatural, Dean barely remembers the three months he attended William McKinley HS in Lima, Ohio. But now they have a case there and Dean's former classmate Will Schuester and his Glee club are somehow wrapped up in it. Now all they have to do is outwit some teenagers, outmatch Sue Sylvester and outplay the dark forces at work.


Bonus for Sam or Dean dealing with a bully after they throw a slushie.

BRIEF FILL: Always Knew

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(There may be more later, but this wouldn't leave me alone.)

The ending was rather anticlimactic, after all of the trouble.

Rachel and Santana were being led away for medical treatment. Puck's body was covered and Kurt was a shivering wreck in the corner, refusing to leave until it was all over. Finn sat with him, trying to keep him calm enough to at least let Finn see where all that blood was coming from.

Dean moved to stand beside Will, who was shaking, staring with wild eyes at the trembling woman on the floor, who was sobbing out sorries and curling into a ball, holding her head even as Sam carried her out of the devil's trap. "You okay?" Dean asked softly.

"I always knew there was something off about Sue," Will muttered, staring. ".....but I never suspected she was possessed....I just thought she was mean."

Dean clapped him on the shoulder and moved to see about the shell-shocked students.

This was the part of his job he hated.

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Supernatural, Sam & Lucifer, Everyone's so fake / and everybody's so empty / and everything is so messed up

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel or /Castiel, Looking back at me I see / that I never really got it right / I never stopped to think of you / I’m always wrapped up in things I cannot win

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Psych, Gus, inferiority complex

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Chuck, (final episodes) Chuck/Sarah/Bryce

Bryce was thought dead but now he's been sent to kill Chuck and Sarah. How do they convince him he's been lied to?

Brainwashed!Byrce.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, alt!trio, watching Doctor Who in the Room of Requirement

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

Glee, Blaine/Kurt

5 times that Blaine's curls were not styled flat on his head and the various reactions and reasons.

Bonus: for Britney saying something about it......or Santana.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Any, any, literal skeletons in the closet

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto UST, rated Teen

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

"Jack," demanded Ianto (all sternness and beautiful, perfect diction), "why are there skeletons in this closet?"

And this wasn't Jack's fault, not really, but he'd gladly take a punishment for it anyway because that would be the best fun - but for now he would content himself with watching, at arm's length, as Ianto came wonderfully, gorgeously undone.