Saturday: Free for All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the weekend folks! This is your handy dandy local mod for the weekend, which makes today Saturday Free For All! All fandoms, characters, and prompt themes are welcome today.


But please be sure to observe our normal rules!

ºNo spoilers in prompts. If your fill contains spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

ºNo more than 3 prompts per fandom at a time, and no more than 5 prompts in a row. If someone answers your prompt, you may prompt again.

ºFormat your prompts correctly. For example:

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol, Brandt, not the first time falling (not the first time hitting the ground)

Avengers, Coulson, wouldn't know what to do with a vacation if he had one

Avengers/Castle, Rick/Kate, "You followed around a SHIELD agent? Who was she?" "Who said it was a she?"


Ready? Have at it!

And if you can't find something you like, feel free to poke at the Lonely Prompts. You may just make some prompter's day. :)

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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol, Brandt, not the first time falling (not the first time hitting the ground)

untitled, gen, Avengers crossover

[tigriswolf]

(Um. This is kinda weird. Not sure it's what you wanted.)


William Brandt is a good alias. Brandt's a good guy, loyal, nice. Easy-going, funny, follows orders.

Brandt's an easier identity than Clint Barton, that's for sure. Less enemies, too.

Not that that's hard, actually, come to think of it. Barton pisses people off just by breathing, sometimes, seems like.

Brandt’s a good guy. He’s gonna miss him.

.

“Welcome back, Agent Barton,” Coulson says, wearing a bland smile. He can see the genuine pleasure there, though. It soothes some of the sting of having to kill Brandt. A little.

“Good to be back, sir,” he lies, shoving all of Brandt to the file cabinet in the back of his mind, where all of the men he’s been rest until he needs them again.

Brandt’s team will look for him, he’s sure. They know that death isn’t always final, especially without a body.

“Agent Romanova is waiting at the range,” Coulson tells him.

He nods, walking past Coulson. Brandt was a good shot, sure. But Brandt could never make a third of the shots Barton does, and he needs to shake this off. Why is it so hard?

Brandt was a lie. They’re all lies. He hasn’t been real since his parents died and he started playing this game.

Brandt is dead. Barton’s alive. Simple as that.

He’ll be Barton, until Barton has to die, too.

Easy as bull’s-eye.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Coulson, wouldn't know what to do with a vacation if he had one

[erunamiryene.livejournal.com]

He woke up at 5:30 AM, as always, and checked his phone for any new messages. There was one.

"Coulson, you have the maximum allowed number of vacation days. You are hereby directed to take the day off."

He went on his run, took his shower, and got dressed, opting to go tie-less for the day.

He sat down for breakfast at 6:45 AM, as always.

Since he was on vacation, he splurged and ate a bowl of Apple Jacks, instead of his customary Raisin Bran.

After cleaning up, he pulled out the latest SHIELD transmissions, filed two reports that were due, and thought about how he'd bring up asking Captain Rogers to sign his Captain America trading cards.

Feeling slightly guilty, he closed his work browser at 11:30 instead of working all the way until noon, and spent half an hour checking various websites for the last card he was missing out of his collection.

At noon, he enjoyed his brown-bag lunch (turkey & swiss on seven-grain wheat, applesauce, celery sticks with peanut butter, all packed the night before) on his balcony.

At 1, he logged back into the SHIELD intranet, pulling together information for a report he wanted to get a jump on.

He logged off at 4:30, justifying logging off a half-hour early with the fact that he'd nearly finished his third report.

He pulled a Heineken out of the fridge, unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, and sat down to watch "Supernanny".

"Vacations are exhausting; it'll be nice to get back to work tomorrow."

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Avengers/Castle, Rick/Kate, "You followed around a SHIELD agent? Who was she?" "Who said it was a she?"

not a proper fill, but...

[inkvoices]

...you made me laugh a lot, so...

It was Coulson, because of everyone at SHIELD he's always been the best at getting rid of curious or journalistic types. Castle manages to last a full day watching Coulson do nothing but type reports, file reports, design reports, chase people down to fill in reports, and, for a change, eat lunch whilst working on reports. Castle decides that SHIELD is nowhere near as exciting as he'd thought it would be. Not much later he ends up shadowing someone in the police and, thankfully, they don't hear from him again.

(That evening, a few minutes after Castle has finally left, another curious type of person shows up at Coulson's office with a few friends and some guns. Coulson demonstrates another use for reports, slicing open a man's neck with the shape edge of a plastic folder, and ramming papper down another's throat. Castle, he thinks, would have loved to have watched that.)

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!chesters, one or both of them was born deaf

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Grimm/Doctor Who, Nick, Grimms can remember the Silence

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Avengers/Supernatural, Loki + Gabriel, they've been having an ongoing prank war since pretty much forever

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0; Steve/Danny; starting/expanding their family

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0; Kono; Kono learns a hard lesson: sometimes she has to be her own hero

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Boondock Saints, Connor/Murphy, pray

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

any; any; "Won't you come out and play with me"

Filled - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid

[rebak1tten.livejournal.com]

Spoiler for "Memoriam" - Season 4 (so it's old)



Come Out to Play

It wasn’t something Spencer would tell anyone about. Not his friends, not his mother, not his lover, not his NA group.

He’s 31, so if he were to develop schizophrenia like his mother, he would have symptoms already. This wasn’t a case that haunts him; he can barely remember what happened when he was a child. If it hadn’t have been for hypnosis, he wouldn’t remember the details at all.

At first, he thought that the dreams were because of the hypnosis. Bringing up repressed memories and all that.

But they’re not dreams. He sees the boy during daylight hours, too, when he knows he’s not sleeping. Maybe, maybe he dozed off watching television or studying for an upcoming exam. Or the times he’s woken up with Riley Jenkins standing at the foot of his bed, that’s a dream, right?

But when he’s in his kitchen, making a grilled cheese sandwich? There’s no reason that he should be there. His childhood friend, killed by a pedophile saying “Spencer, please, please won’t you come out play?”

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Melissa+Sheriff, Who didn't see this coming?

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam, Even after all he and Dean have been through, even after finding out that God is supposedly MIA, Sam still prays.

fill

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Roofs are good places for sitting, Gabriel thinks. They're open and give a good view, but no one ever thinks to look up.

The psychiatric hospital roof is a prime spot. Flat and wide, with a high ledge around the edges, and the door up is always kept carefully locked. It wouldn't do to let the crazies near the edge.

It's not perfect, though. Angelic supersenses have their downsides, and one of them is that he hears every scream from every patient, feels the dullness of every dose of thorazine, has to listen to every Dad-damn group session and one-on-one in the entire building.

He tunes out the background noise and focuses in on one room in particular.

Sam is muttering quietly, and for a moment Gabriel thinks he's speaking to a hallucination, again, but no, even an erstwhile angel would recognize the warm, powerful thrumming underlaying the words.

Prayer. For Christ's sake (and Gabriel's met the man more than once) he's praying. After all he's been through, after all he knows, the boy still has faith. It shakes Gabriel to the core.

The prayer is meant for God, of course, but He gets millions of prayers every day. Gabriel stores it carefully. Among his brothers or not, Gabriel is still God's messenger, and this message is one He has to get.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

VR.5, Sam+Oliver, Sometimes having a shared goal looks like friendship. Sometimes it doesn't.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos+Richie ("Not to Be" AU), swords and sorcery

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

My Secret Identity, Andrew, relearning how to feel pain

(set after the loss of his invulnerability)

[tinpra.livejournal.com]

No fill, but that you have this prompt at all is full of squee

Spoilers for "Hammer of the Gods"

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, He's more Trickster than Archangel these days, and it's what helps him escape a permanent death at the hands of his brother.

Fill-ish

[cynassa.livejournal.com]

At the beginning, before there was time, there was God.
Then God grew lonely and longed for children.
Thus came Michael, the quiet one, his Father's most constant companion.
Sammael, clever and quick, willing to do what he believes right- no matter the cost.
Raphael, the healer, the loner, quick to anger and quick to laughter again.
Gabriel, the inquisitive one, the adventurous one.
A hundred of their lesser siblings. And there was song and laughter and a million discoveries, some created especially by an indulgent God for his children's pleasure.

Then, as is the way of things, it all went to Hell in a handbasket.

The power of Angels come from God, the power of pagan gods from the Earth itself. Gabriel knew that his chances of killing his older brother was minute at best so before he left to make his (Gabriel's) last stand- he took Alder and Mistletoe and Mullein and Sweet Flag Iris and gave all of himself (Loki) back to the Earth and prayed for Her to keep it as tribute for all that She had given him over the years.

Then Gabriel dies. The Horn he left behind in Heaven crumbles and the cries of the Host echo throughout the Universe. Great Earth hears it and wakes from slumber and does not care. What are the tears of Angels to Her? But when She has stirred, She feels it- that some of Her children are gone. Hundreds of Her children die every day- but one is not dead but asleep, almost all of him given to Her.

Thus it is that from the ashes of Gabriel's wings and the tribute he gave his Mother rises Loki of the Norse folk. Lie-Smith Loki. Shape Changer Loki. Sky Walker Loki.

The Archangel Gabriel is dead and his brothers mourn him. Loki knows naught of it and cares less; he steps forward with delight- there is a war and there is always mischief to be made in war.

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Facepalm time. I should start putting an 'idek' warning before everything I write. Hope you get a more to-the-point fill as well.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, "I'm not getting on a plane if I don't know who the pilot is."

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla(/Henry), It does work!

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, love can survive unrequited, trust cannot

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any angel, “We are not birds, dammit!”

[cearney.livejournal.com]

“You can fly, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, we’re on the roof.” Dean waved his hand over the hospital roof. “So, do your thing.”

Gabriel raised one eye in question. “You want me jump to see my wings?”

“Well yeah,” Dean shrugged. “The only time I saw them was when Cas was showing off in a barn and even then it was just a shadow.”

“No.”

“Why not? Are they so small they can’t even lift your ass and perch on some tree?”

“We are not birds, dammit!”

(Couldn't help myself and added Dean in this one.^^)

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, the horn of truth wasn't involved in the Apocalypse...which breaks out the discussion the End was real or not

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Avengers Movie Verse, Tony Stark + Thor, Thor is forced to use his thunder to keep the arc reactor from failing

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Szpernatural, Sam/Lucifer or Dean/Castiel, everything is made to be broken

[langstonlover.livejournal.com]

Crossfire Trail, JT Langston/Rock Mullaney, (Rock is leaving to go back to Ireland) "Would you stay if I told you I love you?"

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

This is AU because I'm changing the way THAT scene ended in the movie, so this takes place after the movie ends.

JT shifted restlessly on his bunk back at the ranch. His chest still hurt from ribs that broke when the bullet lodged in his chest, but he felt better just being home. The doctor said he'd been lucky that his friends had gotten him into town as quickly as they had. When he'd finally fought his way out from under the effects of the ether Rock had been there by his side 'standing watch’ he'd said..in case there were any men left in town loyal to Barkow.


It had taken nearly a week before the Doctor had allowed him to go back to the ranch. In that time Rafe and Mrs. Anne had married, and the woman had taken to mothering him to death when she wasn't occupied with Rafe. It was a relife to just lay here now, with only Rock from company.


Rock placed another log on the fire, trying to drive some of the chill from the air. "I never thought I'd see Rafe settle down, but he found a good one in that Anne, She's got a fire in her she does." Standing Rock dusted his hands off on his pants and returned to his chair beside JT's Bunk.


“We’re gonna have our hands full around here when the money from the oil sales starts comin’ in. Rafe is looking to buy more land and bring in new stock. Make this the place Rodney wanted.”


“You’ll have your hands full… I’m gonna follow my own dream. That gold in California is still calling my name.” Rock reached for the harness he’d been repairing earlier.


“Ha..Funny Rock, you know you’re staying.” JT said turning his head toward Rock so he could watch him as he worked.


“I came to America to find Gold, If I don’t I may as well return to Ireland.”


“What?? No!” JT said struggling to sit up in bed only to be stopped by pain as the movement caused his broken ribs to shift and he suspected by the burn that the bullet wound had reopened.


“What do you think you’re doing you little idiot.” Rock said pushing JT back down onto the bed.


“You.. can’t… go.” JT gasp out in pain, a cold sweat forming on his brow. He didn’t refuse the Laudium when Rock pressed the glass to his lips.


“Mrs. Anne will kill me if you hurt yourself on my watch.” Rock mumbled to himself as he straightened the quilt covering JT, but the concern in his voice and actions were clear.


The effects of the Laudium were quick, and JT could feel his eyes threating to close. “Would you stay if I told you I love you?” JT whispered.


Rock stopped his fussing with the quilt and looked down into crystal clear blue eyes. The hope he saw there made his heart clinch, but before he could question the younger man JT had been pulled under into sleep.


Placing one hand onto JT’s forehead Rock settled himself back onto his chair…. He wouldn’t be heading to California after all…It looked like he had found his Gold right here.

[langstonlover.livejournal.com]

Crossfire Trail, JT Langston/Rock Mullaney, Skinny Dippin' In The Dark

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Rafe, Rock, and JT had stopped early for the evening in a remote clearing that offered cover should someone be looking for them, but was located less than 50 yards from a creek offering fresh water. The horses were tired and so were the men. Even JT, the youngest of the bunch, had been showing signs of weariness. They had been on the trail for nearly two weeks. Days spent riding in the hot sun left the men feeling drained, and sleeping on the hard ground only added to the discomfort in their aching bodies. Still, no one complained. They were all thankful to be off that ship and on solid ground surrounded by fresh air as God intended.

Rock had tended the horses while Rafe set up camp, and JT had been sent off to bring back water for the man and their horses, and to gather enough wood to keep the camp fire going all night. Once the chores were completed the men had settled down to a quiet dinner, JT had managed to rig up a line and catch a few fish which meant they were saved from having another dinner of beans.

“Do you think you can catch some more fish for breakfast in the morning?” Rock asked as he pulled another filet from the pan. Blowing on his fingers to ease the burn touching the meat with his bare hands had caused.

“Maybe.” JT said as he ate more of his own dinner.

“Why don’t you reset the line tonight when you wash up the dinner ware at the creek.” Rafe said, he was enjoying the meal too, but for more than just the change of menu items. They were being forced to avoid towns, still being within the captain’s long reach. Eating meals off the land meant their supplies would last longer, and the longer they could avoid seeing people the better.

“Aw Rafe, why do I have ta’ do the cleaning.” JT complained like a put upon child but he never refused to do a task when the Rafe or Rock asked.

“Your handy work created the mess you get to clean it up.” Rafe laughed.

“So I guess I’ll be doin’ dishes in the morning too?” JT asked, shaking his head at the older man’s reasoning.

“Yep.” Rafe replied as he settled down by the fire, tugging his hat down to cover his eyes and getting a bit of sleep before he woke to take watch for the night.

CFT CFT CFT

Rafe had been checking the horses again before settling down for the night himself when he realized that JT still hadn’t made it back from washing up the dishes and setting the line in hopes of catching some fish for their breakfast.

Grabbing his gun he set off down the trail toward the creek thankful that the moon was full and bright lighting the way. Rock had just reached the tree line when he spotted JT’s clothing folded neatly on the grass, his hat resting on top. Clearly placed there with care to insure they did not get wet. From where he was standing Rock knew the trees would prevent him from being seen but he had a clear view of the water and he watched as JT went thru the motions of washing off dirt and sweat from the trail.

The moonlight seemed to cast JT is a white glow making him seem unearthly. Before long JT gave up all pretense of getting clean and dove under the water only to surface a few yards away. Then he leaned back in the water and floated there on his back staring up at the night sky.

Rock longed to join the younger man in his night time skinny dipping but it wasn’t the lure of the cool water he was feeling. It was the man in the water that he wanted. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Rock slipped back into the woods and headed back to camp. By the time he had settled onto his bedroll Rock had made up his mind. He’d part ways with JT and Rafe within the week, make his way to Montana and the promise of gold. He’d need to leave soon before he gave in to the urge to kiss the younger man that owned his heart and risk losing him forever.