Friday Free For All

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

So, 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

Comments

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Hunter!Jo/Jo, This isn't my first rodeo

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Ohshitohshitohshitohshit..” Jo stood there petrified and suddenly regretted going against her mother's wishes and getting involved in this case. Maybe Dean was right, maybe she wasn't cut out to be a hunter. It was too late for that now, as the vampire charged right at her.

She braced for impact but it never came, instead she was pushed out of the way and showered with a burst of dust. “Relax, kid. This isn't my first rodeo.”

As Jo landed hard on the cement floor, she opened her eyes to see someone with blond hair fighting the vampires as if born to hunt them. The older woman was brave and strong, and Jo instantly fell for her. She was the kind of person Jo always admired, the kind that could take care of herself.

With the last vampire slain, the older woman turned to her and offered her a hand up. It was then that Jo saw the woman's face-- it was like looking into a mirror. She pulled herself to her feet and scrambled to dust herself off, while remaining completely thunder struck. “Oh my god, you're me.. or I'm you.. or, wait.. what?!”

“Time travel takes a little getting used to.” The other Jo simply shrugged. There was no denying that Jo would make a good hunter now that proof was starring right back at her. “Don't worry, it's the least of the crazy things you'll deal with in your life.”

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, de-aged!Eliot/Nate, big blue eyes

Big blue eyes, Leverage, de-aged!Eliot/Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Nate wonders what Eliot would have done if he hadn't gone into hitting and retrievals. He sometimes thinks maybe it would have been infiltration and seduction, and then his brain shudders to a halt because Eliot is currently five, or looks it anyway, and that's just too disturbing.

But when Eliot wants to stay up to watch something - usually a cheesy horror movie that will, despite not being scary at all, send him scuttling into Nate's bed sometime at gone-two a.m - or when he wants more chocolate/cookies/stories, Eliot pulls out the big guns, and nothing Nate can think, say or do works as a defense for longer than about ten seconds.

Yeah. Those fucking big blue eyes.

And Nate rolls his own eyes and scoops Eliot up, holding him up with one hand and tickling the little bastard with the other until Eliot shrieks with laughter.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, de-aged!Eliot/Nate, home

Home, Leverage, de-aged!Eliot/Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

When Eliot was first de-aged, he had demanded, for all of five minutes while arguing furiously with Nate and Sophie, that he be allowed to stay in his own home by himself. Well. That 'discussion' had ended when Sophie pointed out that he wasn't tall enough to reach the cupboards by himself. Or the sink. Or the huge four-poster bed.

And that had led to a lot of pouting, and a few angry tears that both Nate and Sophie had pretended not to notice, and Eliot had thrown up his hands in disgust, looking too adorable to be taken seriously, and he'd stormed off (to their little kitchen, as it turned out, and the easy-to-access cookie jar).

But Eliot had, while sulking, eaten far too many cookies, and been chased 'round the office by Sophie, causing Parker and Hardison to go into hiding, and he'd fled to Nate for refuge, and clambered up into Nate's lap and fallen asleep, looking nothing like the thirty-five year old he'd been that morning. And, well, someone had to take care of Eliot that night (and with the nightmares and subsequent snuggles, it was lucky Nate had been 'volunteered'), and Eliot had stayed with Nate every night since, sometimes actually in Nate's bed, if the nightmares that were more memories that dreams were really bad.

Still, it's not until Eliot wanders out from his office (because it will always be Eliot's office, no matter how old he is) where he'd built the world's best den under his huge desk - with a little help from Parker and Hardison, and Sophie's best cashmere jumper had ended up under there as well, after yet another furious argument between the two - and he'd crawled up into Nate's lap while Nate was sitting behind his own desk, still working. It's not until then that Nate realises (although he refers to his apartment as 'their' home) that Eliot's becoming attached, because he'd looked up at Nate and he'd blinked sleepily and said;

"Can we go home now?"

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, de-aged!Eliot/Nate, family ties

Second Chance

[ccacolakid.livejournal.com]

Nate looked at the toddler in his lap...The one that was currently slapping at the keys of the computers keyboard with a slobber soaked hand, while looking up at him with two little bottom teeth showing as he grinned.

"When I first met you, I wanted nothing more than to put you away....far away from anyone and anything...Now, I just want to keep you close, forever close. Before you were a stranger...Now? I guess you're family...My family." He offered the baby a cracker to satisfy the teething childs need to chew. A coo and gurgle was his thank you, and then something that sounded almost like Da Da.

Nate looked at the little one with mixed emotions. It had been so long since he had heard those precious words. So many years and mistakes ago. Now, for some unknown reason, he had a chance to make amends and be the father he always wanted to be. "Come on son, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed before Sophie gets home."

Eliot cooed again and flashed his toothy smile for his dad. "mamamamama." Was his reply.

They were a family indeed.

The end.

[rubygirl29.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, surprised in sleep

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

They had learned not to surpise each other in sleep. John had a knife to his neck and Ronon looked down the barrel of a gun. Each respected the other's warrior instincts.

So when John returned from an away mission late, he made plenty of noise. Ronon sat up rubbing his eyes. John licked his bottom lip as the sheet pooled around naked tan hips.

"Come to bed," Ronon growled, voice sleep rough. As John stepped close to bed, "Those too."

John pushed his boxer briefs down his hips and crawled into bed. Ronon's sleep warm skin covered him and comforted him. Ronon settled over him, their cocks moving against each other.

His lover knew, he was tired. They came easily and Ronon gather him close. "It's your ass in the morning."

John smirked sleepily as he licked Ronon's spicy skin. Shower, sex, and Ronon made for a very good morning.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, there's just something about those green vinyl seats...(sex on the school bus)

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember your first time with a girl?" Dean asked as they walked back to the Impala after destroying the succubus' lair. The creature had been in bed with a young teenage boy when they'd found them, and nearly killed the kid in the throes of ectasy.

Sam turned bright red, "Oh no, I'm not gonna talk to my brother about that."

"Oh, come on." Dean pried. "It's not like it's such a big deal. People do it all the time. I remember my first girl.. Amy Barnett, back at Sachem High School. We were in the back of the school bus in tenth grade--"

"The back of a school bus?!" Sam didn't want to think about his brother ever having sex, let alone losing it for the first time on school property. Still, he couldn't control the shock that news caused in him. "You lost your virginity in the back of a school bus?!"

"What?" Dean asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "There's just something about those green vinyl seats.. and her cheerleading outfit was really, short and those legs, god she was dying for a little actio--"

"Ahh.. I can't hear you." Sam put his fingers in his ears as they vered into too-much-information land.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Jimmy/Sam, I don't remember it feeling like this

(No spoilers - I hope - since last week's teaser had 'Jimmy' in it)

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

As you requested spoiler-free (despite the episode having being aired now), I thought it'd be fun to go with an AU-Jimmy for this using only what we knew from the teasers.

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Castiel was gone. None of them knew why, least of all Jimmy - Jimmy had been unconscious throughout since the moment of his possession, angels apparently kinder hijackers than demons - and all they knew was here they were, two in the front of the Impala and one in the back, trying to keep every demon with its eye on an angel's vessel from ripping Jimmy to pieces.

Not fun times, especially when none of them knew if Castiel was safe and sound.

It was just the fault of force of habit, Dean ordering two queens and only clicking after they'd all entered the room, tired and exhausted from the long drive, that two divided by three wasn't the sort of math they were looking for. Sods law, reception didn't have any bigger rooms.

Great.

Dean grumbled and grunted through setting up the protective charms, salt and brick dust, print-outs of sigils on the walls (because these days getting the deposit back was a bitch and most motel owners knew to check behind paintings for damage), then figuring out what would have to be done.

Jimmy pointed out Sam and Dean could share a bed - they were brothers after all and he was the stranger. Best way to make sure there was nothing weird about it.

Sam cleared his throat at the realisation that, yeah, Jimmy really hadn't seen anything while Castiel was riding him, because Sam and Dean sharing a bed meant... well.

After arguing back and forth eventually they decided pushing the beds together and letting Jimmy take the middle was probably the safest bet, and that would do until morning.


At least, that was the theory.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, evil!Sam/demon!Dean/Castiel, Dean likes to cut, Sam likes the taste of blood - wonder if angel tastes the same as demon, or better?

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* waaaaants!

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, priest!Eliot/evil(or crazy)!Nate/killer!Imari, fall for us

ummm...question

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm made of 'duh', but... who's Imari? Can't recall, but really wanna write this so... tell me what ep to look at and I'm off...

[blinddreamer.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Eliot on the sidelines with an injury

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"Did Hardison...."

Nate rolled his eyes, "Yes, Eliot."

"Well, what about Parker, you know she..."

Nate checked the dressing on Eliot's shoulder, ignoring how he hissed like a cat and tried to jerk away only to moan with pain.

"Idiot," Nate kissed his forehead.

"But my job, who's going to do my job?" Nate thought it was funny to see a grown man pout.

"No one."

"WHAT?" Eliot struggled to get out of the bed only to have Nate press him back.

"No one's going to do your job because we are going to wait for you to heal. The team needs you."

Eliot stared at him, his blue eyes at half mast, "The team?"

Nate dipped his head and kissed Eliot deeply.

"I need you."

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Firefly, Eliot/River, Eliot and River fight and, somehow, Eliot has figured out how to block River out of his brain which gives him a fighting chance against her

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/guest-star-from-4.19, because wincest is part of the family business

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

They'd been shooting bullets at beer bottles all day. Adam needed to learn how to use a gun if he was ever going to be a decent hunter and a true Winchester. He aimed the gun at the second bottle to the left, one of the only two left lined up on the old wooden fence. He squinted, lining up his shot. “So, we've gone over the salt thing. I got that down.”

“Good. Yeah, salt keeps the demons away.” Sam nodded, watching as his half-brother carefully pulled back the hammer of the pistol. His hands were a bit shaky, but Sam knew he'd get it down eventually. After all, hunting ran in their blood. “Just made sure--”

“You get all possible entrances closed off.” Adam answered quickly, making sure Sam knew he really did understand that part. “And we went over how to make a hex bag.”

“Right.”

“And you told me never to touch Dean's car without his permission.”

“Almost as important as the hex bags and the salt.” Sam knew that one from personal experience. His older brother protected that Impala like it was his flesh and blood baby.

Adam pulled the trigger of the gun, knocking a bullet right into the glass bottle and shattering it into tiny green fragments. “So, what next? What else do I need to know before I'm a real hunter?”

“Well, I told you the part about how you can't have a real life anymore,” Sam said quietly, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder. “You need to know that hunting becomes a rather large part of your life. You'll never be able to start a family, or have kids.. not even a girlfriend. Me and Dean have never been able to settle down for long. If you want to come and hunt with us, you won't be able to either.”

He blanched. “But I'm nineteen! Do you know what the sex drive of a nineteen-year-old is like? How do you guys do it?”

Sam leaned in for surprise kiss, which nearly made Adam fire the pistol off accidentally. When Sam broke away, he replied. “Oh, we manage.”

[merihn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, patching each other up.

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Dean hissed as Sam tightened the stitches. His fingers fisted when the alchohol burned, washing blood away. Sam's lips touched his shoulder.

"You good?"

Dean rolled his shoulder, "Yeah, now let me see?"

Together they tugged Sam's ruined jeans out of the way. The gash was long and thin, just like Dean's arm. Simple stitches.

Sam's thigh rippled beneath his fingers, skin warm and distracting. It took Dean longer. Fucking Sasquatch, he thought with affection. The alcohol made his brother hiss as well. Only his large hands squeezed Dean's shoulders.

He looked up from between Sam's thighs. "You want me to take care of it so you can sleep?" Sam bucked his hips in reply.

Boxers were easily shed and Dean wrapped his mouth around his brother's cock.

"Fuck, Dean," Sam moaned. The adrenaline, the pain, the rush, the let down, had Sam spilling down his throat.

"What about you?" Sam asked sleepily when Dean eased him down on his bed.

In a moment of sweetness, Dean kissed his forehead. "Rain check, Sammy. You, me, shower, morning."

"Kay."

Dean eased into the bed, careful of his arm and Sam's thigh, and pressed against his brother's back. Pressing his lips against Sam's nape, he let the exhaustion take hold.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, evil is as evil does.

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, evil is as evil does - Why, Again?

[verhalten.livejournal.com]

Nothing but porn!


"Tell me why again," Arthur pants into Merlin's sweat slick back, "an all-powerful sorceress would hatch a scheme to make us lovers." He follows this up with an almost bite, but ends up mouthing ineffectually against the dip just above the swell of his ass.

"Because--oh, yes, yes, yes," Merlin says, whatever explanation may have been forthcoming suddenly forgotten when Arthur's tongue slides down the cleft. It tickles and it's wrong and it's delicious and when the wet heat reaches his opening, he gives a wild buck. Luckily, Arthur was expecting this and Merlin's strength is nothing compared to the iron hands holding him by the hips. The resulting effect is more of a squirm.

Arthur lifts his head just long enough to mutter, "You were saying?" He lowers his head again, shifts his hands to spread his servant's legs wider and Merlin cooperates with suspicious enthusiasm. He licks at the hole until it's wet, works his tongue in with quick, strong jabs until it's in and then he's working Merlin open. The taste of him is sweat and musk and dark and he's distantly aware of incoherent rambling through the rush of blood in his ears.

"Gods, Arthur, yes. She, uh, she's evil. She's an evil, evil witch and she's going to use the ... energy. Yes! Energy!" Merlin chants the word 'energy' like a prayer, shoves his hips into the bed, fast and rough, forward into the less than accommodating linen bedclothes and back onto Arthur's tongue.

He's about to come fully apart when Arthur stops and Merlin let's out a wail of despair. It's cut short when the bed shifts and dips and then there's blunt warmth at his ass, working into his cleft the same as Arthur's tongue had done. His wail turns triumphant.

"Energy?" Arthur asks, amused and breathless, and then he shoves his hips forward, stopped only by the crush of his balls against Merlin's ass. They both shout then and it's not a moment later that they're rutting mindlessly.

"She's evil!" Merlin cries.

"Evil," Arthur answers on a particularly brutal thrust. He hooks his arm beneath Merlin, pulls him and his servant takes the hint like a natural, getting up on all fours and shoving back against Arthur's cock and it's hitting something that's got to be magic-born inside him and making him see things that can't possibly be there. Tendrils of light and stars and, yes, energy. Heat curls deep inside them both and their voices rise up in a deafening roar of pleasure. Merlin comes with Arthur deep inside him, still moving, riding out orgasm even as his own vision clouds and darkens.

When he awakes, Arthur is still collapsed on top of him, pressing him into the cooling wet mess beneath his belly.

"Why, again?" Arthur murmurs against Merlin's ear.

Merlin bites his lip and buries his head beneath a pillow. His voice is but a muffled squeak when he offers, "Evil is as evil does?"

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Nick/Connor, slimed.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage/AtS, Eliot/Lindsey, surrender to win

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

"Why do you let that bitch walk all over you?" Eliot asks late when night when they're in bed.

"Who, Lilah?" Lindsey asks.

"No the arrogant brunette in a skirt you worth with. Yes her."

"She's not walking all over me, baby."

"Sure looks that way," Eliot mumbles. "Seems like she always gets what she wants."

"And every time she does, she screws up. It's all a part of the plan."

"Sounds like a stupid plan to me."

"That's why I'm the lawyer," Lindsey responds, snuggling into his lover's arms. One thing that Eliot will never understand is that sometimes you need to surrender to win. Eventually Lilah will make her last screw up, and Lindsey will come out on top.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cuddy, Harder

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Spike, Spike/Buffy, Anniversary

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

In hindsight, the day they first got together is not a day either of them wants to celebrate.

There were several other meaningful days they shared throughout the first few years they knew each other, but each seemed tainted by the darkest of their memories.

Several years passed after their reunion without their celebrating an anniversary -- but both wished that they had a special day to mark the time that passed between them.

Eventually, they settled on the day when she had finally stopped lying to herself and to him and admitted that she loved him. He'd lied to her, told her he didn't believe her -- but he had, and the memory of that day had sustained him through the long months that had passed without her.

As they celebrate together, with candlelight and flowers and wine, alone in the privacy of their Rome apartment, Buffy dances slowly in his arms, looking up at him with a love he never thought she'd feel for him.

"Thank you," she whispers, gazing into his eyes. "For saying it... when I couldn't."

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Logan/Veronica, "So you broke up with Piz" "I wouldn't be here if I hadn't"

Warning: AU. I went there. Oh yes, I did...

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

When Logan saw Veronica and Piz holding hands and being sickeningly cute together, it wasn't jealousy that coursed through him. Surprisingly, it was disappointment.
Did Veronica think that Piz would be a replacement for him? That Piz was somehow competition? That she could have a serious relationship with him? Logan knew better: Piz wasn't serious, Piz was easy. If Veronica thought Logan sleeping with Madison when they were broken up was bad, wait till she saw what Piz was like. Logan would show her.
He ditched Parker and sat out to seduce Veronica's boyfriend.
It was much easier than he'd thought. It helped, of course, that Piz had no backbone and just did whatever he was told. But Logan found out that if he was good in bed with women, he was even better with men. Soon, Piz was in his bed almost every day, lying to Veronica about having to study even while Logan was giving him a blow-job. Nothing made Logan hotter than stealing Veronica's boytoy.
Piz begged Logan to keep it a secret, coming up with lame excuses like the fact he wasn't comfortable being gay, his band might disapprove or needing to prepare himself psychologically before coming out. Logan couldn't resist smirking everytime he saw exactly how easy Piz was. But even so, Piz had to break up with Veronica after a while. Logan couldn't believe the angst that went into making that decision, as if Veronica was somehow the love of Piz's life. It was amusing, really, to see that Piz was almost hurt by how well Veronica took it. As if it had ever been about him.
Now, more than ever, Piz wanted to keep things under wraps. But what was the fun if Veronica wasn't there to be baited? So every time they were hanging out with Veronica, Logan would stand a bit too close to Piz, or touch his shoulder and let his hand linger there. He made innuendos that made Piz blush, and later got chided for being so obvious.
"But you're so handsome," whispered Logan in his ear. "I wanted to ravish you there and then, and I was afraid you would run off with Veronica. I didn't want you to forget about me..."
"I would never do that," Piz protested weakly, putting Logan's hands away. "I think Veronica suspects something."
"Nonsense," said Logan. "She doesn't suspect a thing."

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, priest!Eliot/crazy(or evil)!Nate, give in to temptation

Prove it Leverage, priest!Eliot,evil!Nate

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Ran a little long, surprise, surprise. My brain wants porn, priest!Eliot wants plot. I *think* brain won, this time. :-)

Follow the link

http://just-imriel.livejournal.com/4755.html

[brynspikess.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris.

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made

[havenward.livejournal.com]

I'm intrigued... Might have an idea. Do you mean Christian Kane?

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Lawyer!Jared/FBI!Jensen, first time

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Peter, cynical

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Sylar leaned down and whispered to Peter, hot breath blowing on his ear, "Peter, let's get out of here. Let's go catch up. For old times' sake."

"I'm here to stop you Sylar. I have the power to do it now."

Sylar smiled wolfishly, and Peter did his best not to flinch as his tall frame leaned even closer.

"Fine. Stop me. What do I care if I get this kid's power? The deal is, I leave the kid alone and you let me tie you to a bed and work on you all day. It's Win-win Peter."

Peter swallowed hard, willing himself to keep his rational mind functional. "You'll just - trick me or trap me. You'll wait until I'm tied to your bed and then you'll kill me."

Again, the terrifying smile. "Don't be so cynical, Peter. I would never kill you before you had the chance to reciprocate."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Doll!Chris/Handler!Steve, suspicion

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Whiskey trims his bonsai tree, carefully, calmly, and with apparent diligence. But his eyes wander up, hidden by his hair, up and up to the office at the top of the stairs. He can see Steve, can see the way his jaw is set. Part of him wants to kiss him again, just to make the knot in his jaw go away.

But he sees the red haired man too.

It puts a burr under his skin, and he doesn't know why. He doesn't like the red-haired man, and he hasn't even met him yet. He wonders if he knows him already, and forgot, like so many other things.

Whiskey watches him, a small smile in place of the thoughtful frown he wants to make.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Doll!Chris/Handler!Steve, truth

[havenward.livejournal.com]

So, um. Maybe I ignored the pairing just a little...

Every house has its secrets, and the Dollhouse keeps so very many. For Rossum. For their clients and the Actives. For all their employees. For their mistakes and their tribulations, and all the triumphs in between.

For society, really.

The problem is, these days secrets is a four letter word, and truth is the Holy Grail. People will fight and die for the truth, even for little truths, worthless truths. The Dollhouse hides so many truths, and hardly any of them are small.

"Jeffery," Steven says as he steps inside the office. But Jeff doesn't turn from the window, instead continues to watch Whiskey down below as he moves through the motions of Tai Chi with Romeo and the others. He can see the reflection of Steve and Jared nodding at each other. Can see how neither of them approach Alyssa and barely acknowledge her.

They don't trust her.

Jeff clenches his jaw. Someone is bringing trouble to his House, and he can't afford this sort of squabbling. That will have to wait. For now.

He makes a gesture, and Alyssa holds out two folders for Jared and Steve to take.

"What's this?" Jared asks, but he's already taking the folder.

Steven's already reading his. "Are these..."

"Whiskey and Romeo's original selves," Jeff finishes for him. He turns to face them finally. "And all the reasons they came to the Dollhouse."

Steve glances between Alyssa and Jeff. "You mean to imply that..."

"Yes. They've made attempts to retrieve both of them."