Friday Free For All
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comment_ficSo, here we are. May 1st. Where has the year gone?
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!
Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.
Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'
Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!
Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.
Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'
Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:26 am (UTC)Leverage, Nemesis!Eliot/Nate, and the box held hope
Date: 2009-05-15 03:36 am (UTC)Sophie and Parker are on separate, but equally unreachable, jobs. Hardison is acting as backup from New York but unable to get across an ocean in time to help. Nate is lost in a series of catacombs in Rome looking for a box . He is dirty, tired and about five seconds away from strangling his boyfriend, immortal or not.
Eliot sticks his hand in yet another pile of bones and debris, looking for, oh yeah, a box.
"I'm not sure you really needed me here for this."
"Actually, I kind of do. My kind can't touch it without a holy shit storm."
Nate doesn't try to parse "my kind" or the exact literalness of the adjective "holy". It's just easier on him that way.
"But if you grab it in one of those piles, won't all the hypothetical bad things happen?"
Eliot gives him a look as he pulls himself out of a pile of rusty armor.
"I'm not looking for it. I know where it is. I'm looking for a key to the room it's in."
He starts rooting around in a truly horrid smelling fire pit. Nate stands clear of the clouds of soot.
"If you know where it is, why don't you just," Nate wiggles his fingers to demonstrate Eliot's only occasionally exercised extra-human abilities.
"I can't. Would attract too much attention. Besides, the room is probably protected, I'm not even sure it'd work."
"So were down here searching for some key to find a box that's in some myth..."
Eliot is suddenly right in front of him, poking a finger into Nate's chest.
"Not a myth. And it's not 'a box' it's Pandora's box. Someone is looking for it, so it's very important we find it soon."
"How soon are we talking about?"
Eliot's eyes widen briefly as he focuses on something over Nate's shoulder, then he's pulling Nate away as bullets rain in the area he's just vacated. Then they're running down the twisting corridors, Eliot is yelling and doing something and Nate is trying to get a connection to Hardison on his cell for that hypothetical backup. He still wants to strangle Eliot.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:28 am (UTC)Kane RPS, Steve/Chris, "you're far too happy about playing a serial killer..."
Date: 2009-12-21 01:12 pm (UTC)He ended his call with Jensen confirming that the actor would be back in LA this weekend and could check the house and pick up the mail until he got back from Argentina.
Chris was rummaging through the house looking for his favorite boots. When he didn’t hear any crashing or cussing, he tuned out the familiar sounds and concentrated finishing up some last minute details before they flew out in the morning.
His stomach reminded him it had been awhile since breakfast about the same time the doorbell rang. He came out of the office in time to see Chris headed for the kitchen a FedEx box in hand. He put the finishing touches on a couple steak hoagies and pulled a couple beers from the refrigerator when he noticed Steve.
“Get work wrapped up?” He asked as he shoved a sandwich toward the blond.
“Yeah. What’s in the box?”
Chris shrugged. “Latest script revisions for either ‘Hide’ or ‘Leverage’.” He pulled the tab to open the box.
Blue eyes lit up when he saw the title page. “Hide.” He grabbed the sheaf of papers and set it next to his lunch. “Guess I better skim through this before we leave.” Chris dropped a lazy kiss on his temple as he walked past.
“You realize you’re far too happy about playing a serial killer.” He chided.
“Darlin’ it’s a great character. There’s no limit to the way I can play him. Is he for real or just livin’ out an elaborate fantasy inside his own head?” Chris opened the script and grabbed up his sandwich.
He was bent over the bed double checking the clothes he’d packed when he froze, the hair on the back of his neck and arms standing as if electrified.
Before he could turn, the suitcase was shoved unceremoniously to the floor as the man behind him grabbed both his wrists in an iron grip.
“Christian! What the fuck, man?” He tried to twist free, but it only served to make the grip tighten and a low growl sounded next to his ear.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-15 03:56 am (UTC)He inhaled the smoke from the offered cigarette. Mike landed with a thump on the pillow beside him. They could not blame the drugs or the alcohol. They both had been lonely and horny. Enough said. And besides Mike had him in stitches as he danced an impromptu strip tease to Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl". They may be fucked up over the men that they pined for but Mike was a blast to be around and a good friend.
The words came to him and he snorted.
"What?" Mike blinked at him.
"I fucked Lex Luthor and I liked it..." Jensen sang and then doubled over in laughter when Mike pounced on him.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-13 04:43 am (UTC)Plus he had dared Jared to post a picture of his chest online to see if anyone would recognize it.
Mike always said 'Truth' when his turn came. His life was an open book, to his friends at least. But for some reason, he decided to chance it and say 'Dare.' Just once.
Of course the dare was to let Jen and Jare tie him to the bed, and lay there naked for 10 minutes while they kept playing.
And of course 10 minutes turned into a couple of hours. And the truth questions started going more along the lines of "How does this feel?" And the dares got a little more interesting too.
And of course the next time Mike was back in town, they picked up right where they left off. And the next time after that, as well.
Mike loved this game. He really did.
And to think he was disappointed when they wouldn't play Seven Minutes in Heaven.
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Date: 2009-05-06 12:30 am (UTC)It had been too long. The wet satin heat gripped him as he came. He screwed his eyes shut. He wouldn't think of Mary or the boys.
For once, he took what he wanted.
It got easier, nameless faces, welcoming bodies, mindless rutting. The need to expend energy after a hunt.
But it was that first loving body that he had given his number. He had been able to stop the ghouls but not defeat them.
"John?" Her voice was timid, a faint memory of sweet ecstasy, "John Winchester."
"This is Winchester," his voice was a mix of smoke and too much whiskey. His boys were curled in bed like puppies.
"John," Her breath caught, he thought it was tears. "You have a son."
His knees gave out. He hadn't exactly been a monk, but a son? Another boy. Dean. Sammy. How would he tell them? How would he protect another son.
"John?"
"I'll be there."
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-01 07:37 am (UTC)Can I guess?
Date: 2009-05-06 04:57 am (UTC)She knew she should just get rid of it and the longer she kept it the harder it would be to get rid of it. But it was something she'd always wanted and she had finally had the chance with the man she loved.
"Simon," she said running her hand over his bare chest.
"Yeah hon?" he asked with a smile. He had such a sweet smile when he wanted too share it.
"Ya know how I ain't been wanting to rut for the past few months?"
"You know I said that was alright. We were going at it a lot for a while there," Simon said kissing her head.
"I gotta real good reason.."
"Can I guess?" Simon asked a twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't think ya'll get it."
"You're pregnant," he said putting a hand to her stomach.
"What? No fair. How'd you know," she said hitting his chest playfully.
"I'm a doctor and I pay attention. You haven't had your period and you haven't been drinking. Not to mention how much extra you've been trying to eat," he said stroking her hair, "And I want to tell you that anything you want to do is perfectly okay with me."
"I think...I got this funny idea about keeping it," she said watching him anxiously.
"I had a funny hope that you'd want to," he said giving her a gentle kiss before sighing, "And I'm glad. No matter what else happens, we're a family, you, me, this kid and everyone. We'll all work it out together. As the family we are."
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Date: 2009-10-26 10:27 am (UTC)It’s not that Kaylee’s lost in this part; it’s just that she never gave it a whole lot of thought.
“Okay,” Simon mumbles, and he’s sitting up now, sheets pooled low around his midsection. He’s flushed, sweaty, looks mighty bent out of shape, and it’s enough to make Kaylee grin, to want to see him grimy from oil and mechanics instead of just from sex (or maybe from both). She giggles, and Simon reddens.
“Oh, don’t, Simon,” she says, and she wonders if this should be the other way around, because she’s sprawled naked, whilst Simon tightens his hold on the sheets. Kaylee never was all that self-conscious. “Quit ruinin’ my warm, sex glow.”
Simon bites his lip, looks away, and Kaylee frowns, “On second thought, quit ruinin’ yours.”
He snorts a little at that, but she thinks maybe he resigns himself a little, the knot in between his shoulders loosening, untangling, and she wants to lean over, run her fingers along the skin, just to be sure. So she does.
He’s so warm beneath her, in a different way to when they were fucking, this is, it’s different. Simon’s less wide-eyed, unwound, it’s like he’s managed to get dressed again when she wasn’t looking, even if his clothes are still pooled at the end of her bed. It’s not cotton beneath her thumb though, not silk, just skin, just Simon. She startles when she runs her hand over a bump in the skin, long and slender, something that breaks up the hard muscle, the painfully smooth skin. She blinks, tries to focus her hazy eyes.
“I ain’t heard a lot about this before,” Kaylee hums, her fingers hovering just above the scar. It feels personal, intimate – it really shouldn’t make her as pleased as it does. When he tenses, she purses her lips, pulls her fingers away and it’s almost a relief to see he’s not any less wound up without her touching him. “Seems this whole damn ship thinks all the bumps and bruises need to be tucked away.”
Simon doesn’t say anything at that, his eyes still counting nuts and bolts, screws in the wall of the ship. It makes it almost painfully easy to press her body against his, her bare chest fitting too perfectly against his warm, hard back. She drops a hand down against his chest, her fingers lingering over his heart as she presses cool lips to the space between his jaw line and ear.
“If this ship’s taught me nothin’, Simon, it’s taught me that the scars that show up are the best kind.”
He doesn’t answer, not now, and she thinks about River, about Mal and Inara, and a little about herself. Pushes herself tighter against him, her face in his neck, lets herself touch him as much as she wishes he’d touch her, and when he does, the tips of his fingers reaching up to brush the tips of hers where they lay over his heart, it’s not an exhibition, it’s just him. Gentle, barely there, and she doesn’t lean into it, apart from the fact that she does, and when he sighs, his fingers entangling with hers, she figures maybe she could get used to this.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:40 am (UTC)Schmoop about Sweets
Date: 2009-05-24 07:25 pm (UTC)"It's a botanical miracle we have maple trees at all," Simon said as she broke the delicacy in two sandy pieces. "And it takes a big bucket of sap just to make that little piece."
"Poor tree," she said, only half kidding, as she smeared half the sweet on Simon's bare stomach, right above the navel. "Has to get bled so other people can have a good time."
The flavor was intense when Kaylee licked the sticky sweetness off of Simon. It was almost too sweet, it was so concentrated, but Kaylee moaned with surprised delight.
"I had no idea it would taste like that. Makes a strawberry seen downright plain."
Simon offered, "Well, it was certainly enjoyable for me, too. Have my half as well."
"Tempting, Simon. But I stick to my word, and I told you that you would get half. Now -- where would you like to lick it off of?" she said with a smile.
"Hmmm, decisions, decisions." Simon made of show of looking all over her body as if trying to decide. "Close your eyes, please." He placed the sweet on her lips and kissed her, slowly working the sugary grain around her mouth with his tongue.
She looked at him happily after, and said, "So gentlemanly. Always putting me first."
"No, it was selfish. You have no idea how enjoyable it is to see pleasure in your eyes."
"Well, I guess you would know."
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Date: 2009-05-01 06:41 pm (UTC)And then Chris smiles at him, holds a hand out.
Grinning back, Steve quickly crosses the room to press against him. His arms wrap around Christian's waist as they kiss before he rests his head on Christian's shoulder. A soft, low moan escapes him as Christian holds him just as tightly; wings folding around him, enclosing him in a sea of white.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 05:22 am (UTC)Merlin must admit, he fell in love with the idea of Arthur Pendragon long before he met him. Arthur's daughter was so ridiculously proud of her father, so happy to tell stories of wonderful daddy when she'd hardly talk at all otherwise. She was shy but bright, and Merlin liked that in a child. She rarely made trouble in the class, and he really wouldn't have noticed her if it hadn't been for the screaming fits she had nearly every day when her mother came to pick her up.
"But daddy said," she'd cry, and Merlin hated the man, a little, and felt bad for the gorgeous mother, who would nod and smile sadly.
"Daddy's busy, my love," she would say - though always holding back to a respectable distance, so as not to ruin whatever gorgeous thing she was wearing that day. She was always impeccably put together, that one. Once, Merlin had asked what the father did, because despite the fact that it was terribly unprofessional to be concerned about anything but the safety of the child, he was a curious being, and this family intrigued him.
"A doctor," Mrs. Pendragon had said, "and always on call, at that. He's a very committed man, my Arthur." Her smile had rung a little hollow, but Merlin hadn't thought much of it. Until, of course, weeks later he was talking to Gwen, whose father had been ill for months, and she mentioned the glorious Dr. Pendragon, looking breathless and hopeful in a way Merlin hadn't seen her look in months. And it was then that he started to be a little curious about this man.
It was a month later, just after Halloween, that he finally got to meet the man himself, who came into the cloakroom and swept his daughter up in his arms, and she let out a series of giggles so loud that Merlin jumped a little, across the room where he was trying to wrestle Gawain into a jumper that was at least two sizes too small (apparently it had belonged to an elder brother who did not have his baby brother's heft). And then he listened as Igraine - who barely ever spoke a word that wasn't about her father or absolute rage towards her mother - rattled on about her day, detailed and in complete sentences such as Merlin rarely managed to wrestle out of any of the children in his reception.
"She's bright, your daughter," he commented, a few minutes later, turning to look at the man he'd heard so much about, who was - oh, dear God - at least twice as beautiful as he could ever possibly be clever, or good or dedicated.
"You must be the magical Mr. Merlin," the man greeted, and stuck out a hand, "it's Arthur."
"Just some tricks for the kids," Merlin answered, "it's really nothing."
"She likes it," Arthur said, "we never hear the end of you at home - actually, I've been looking forward to meeting you, myself."
"Yeah?"
"Love to see the man who intends to steal my little girl away from me," he'd answered, with a wink. "I half-fancy she's in love with you, from time to time."
Igraine, who had been quietly packing up her things (a sight Merlin had never imagined he'd see) let out an anguished cry of "Dadd-y!" And Arthur painted a look of complete shock onto his face.
"Have I told a secret?" He asked, Igraine glared. "Well, you're too young to be falling in love, I'll not have it until you're at least eighty." She laughed and Merlin - who had thought he was immune to the sight of fathers who dropped in once every couple weeks playing to their children's senses of humor while the mothers had to deal with actual parenting - melted just a little on the inside.
"Will we be seeing more of you, then?" He asked, "I've spent so long waiting to meet the legend, myself. I hear about you all day from this one, and I've a friend whose father is in your practice."
"I try to be here as much as I can," the man said, suddenly stiff, and then turned to his daughter. "Well, then, Miss Igraine, shall we? Grandfather's waiting in the car - he's excited to see you."
He swept out of the room, arms full of giggling blonde girl, and Merlin stared after him, regretting, somehow, bringing that tightness to a face that he suddenly realized had not looked entirely comfortable in what had looked very much like genuine happiness.
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Date: 2009-06-24 10:30 pm (UTC)They leave marks on each other, marks of possession -- "You're mine," Sam might say, clawing at Dean's side hard enough to draw blood, and Dean would only grin and arch into it and the next moment he'd be biting at Sam's lip, tasting the blood.
Or Sam might say, "I want," stretched out helpless under Dean, and Dean wouldn't need to ask what, he'd just take what he himself wanted. Bury himself deep inside Sam, bite hard at the exposed curve of his neck, dig his fingers into his hips -- and Sam would give it all, take it all, without needing to be asked, his nails and teeth leaving their own marks, their own bruises.
Or there might be no words at all, and handcuffs and rope and knives and fucking and coming, and if humanity ever flickered in Sam, a need to ask if Dean's okay, it dies again fast -- lost in the savage joy on Dean's face, lost in his tight heat.
"Anything you want," Sam says, a promise, and it's not a lovesick sweet nothing, it's the truth, because there's nothing to stop them anymore.
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 04:22 pm (UTC)"Your man's quite the wo hu chung long," he says without looking. "Kept my people covered when things went south."
"It's what he does best," Nate agrees softly. Mal can smell the whiskey, and he wonders not for the first time just how close Nate is to his crew, and Eliot in particular. Not that he could give a ruttin' gorram if either of them is sly. It's just good to know if a man like Ford is willin' to sacrifice most things for a soul; Mal wouldn't want him and his to be what got traded over. "Mr. Tam doesn't seem to do so badly himself."
"A regular prodigy, from what I hear tell," Mal says. "Should have your boy patched back together in no time. Without his usual scars even." As if on cue, Serenity shudders, shaking and tipping, and Simon glances over his shoulder at them. He says nothing, but Mal can see that tetchy look in his eyes before leaning back over Eliot. "Assumin' we don't fall out of the sky." He turns and shouts, torn between the bridge and the engine room. "Wash! Kaylee! Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee?"
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-01 08:24 pm (UTC)"Hey darlin'." He props himself up against the door frame.
"Oh, Eliot!" Abby springs forward and wraps her arms around him in a tight, yet gentle hug. She bites down on her lip when he winces and she pulls back, eyes searching his face. "I saw it on the tv. It's been al over the news! It was horrible... horrible! And I just wanted to... I needed to... You are ok, aren't you? Please tell me you're OK, Eliot."
"You look like you could use a hug," Eliot laughed softly and pulled Abby back in for a hug. "And I'm fine," he promised. He pulled back far enough to wipe her tears away and press a kiss to her temple. Taking her hand, he leads her back into his apartment and sits her down on the couch.
She curls up against him, head resting lightly on his shoulder. She laughs despite herself when he leans forward and hands her a large cup of Cafpow from the table before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Anyone would think you were expecting me."
"Your bed's made up," is Eliot's only reply. "Figured you'd want to stay here tonight."
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Date: 2009-05-25 01:48 am (UTC)Jensen's boyfriend sits down next to him, and for a moment he looks imposing. Til he smiles anyway, and it's kind of infectious and a little soothing. Tom smiles back, or he tries to anyway.
Right then Mike puts his hand on his arm. "But we'll need more sugar."
Tom swallows and blinks. Mike had kept going, kind of babbling in a mad-scientist-on-a-roll sort of way, and Tom had stopped paying attention. "Sugar?" he says nervously.
Mike nods seriously. "And rubber bands. Lots, and lots of rubber bands. We should probably steal the world's biggest rubber band ball. It's in Maryland, I know how to find it..."
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