Monday -- Face-offs
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rattyjol and I'll be your guest host this week.
Let's kick off the week with a bang with today's theme: face-offs! Whether it's friendly rivalry or the Final Battle, let's set our favorites against each other and see what happens.
As always, please remember the rules:
And throw our codemonkeys a banana; always format your prompts correctly, like so:
Avatar: The Last Airbender, young!Zuko + young!Azula, sparring practice
Queen's Thief, Gen/Irene, nighttime chess games
Supernatural/Good Omens, Dean + Crowley, Impala vs Bentley
Animorphs/Iron Man (movieverse), postwar!Marco + Tony, rich and snarky versus richer and possibly snarkier
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rattyjol and I'll be your guest host this week.Let's kick off the week with a bang with today's theme: face-offs! Whether it's friendly rivalry or the Final Battle, let's set our favorites against each other and see what happens.
As always, please remember the rules:
- Don't post more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you're free to prompt again.
- Don't post more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn, and leave plenty of space.
And throw our codemonkeys a banana; always format your prompts correctly, like so:
Avatar: The Last Airbender, young!Zuko + young!Azula, sparring practice
Queen's Thief, Gen/Irene, nighttime chess games
Supernatural/Good Omens, Dean + Crowley, Impala vs Bentley
Animorphs/Iron Man (movieverse), postwar!Marco + Tony, rich and snarky versus richer and possibly snarkier
tag=faceoffs
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Date: 2012-06-18 08:11 am (UTC)X-Men/Leverage Fill: Cooking Contest Fallout
Date: 2014-12-01 07:34 pm (UTC)"You were supposed to stop this madness!" Logan reminded Rogue.
She grinned at him cheekily, arm tucked into her new friend's, the crazy blonde called Parker. They'd bonded over their shared single name status and that Rogue was apparently 'the perfect thief' while being girlfriend to the best one.
"Stop the boys from cooking up a royal feast in competition?" Rogue laid the Mississippi drawl on thick. "Y'all got to be kidding me."
Parker laughed and tugged Rogue toward the kitchen. "We're judging."
Logan stared at them in horror, suddenly realizing why he had absolutely no backup against Remy LeBeau and Eliot Spencer turning the kitchen into a warzone. "You mean you're eating!"
Parker and Rogue exchanged giggles.
Logan gave up and grabbed a plate. "Guess I'll judge too."
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Date: 2012-06-18 08:59 am (UTC)Take Down, Suits, Harvey/Mike, PG-13
Date: 2012-06-18 06:01 pm (UTC)He expected no less from the kid because, hello, he's his mentor. Of course he's going to be the best in the courtroom.
What he doesn't expect, however, is how ridiculously turned on he is by seeing Mike rip the other guy's argument to shreds.
He corners Mike in the men's room, pressing him up against the sink.
"I thought you weren't coming?" Mike asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Decided I could use the entertainment." Harvey wedges a thigh in between Mike's.
"Like what you saw?" Mike asks, leaning into Harvey.
"It wasn't bad." Harvey murmurs, pressing tiny kisses against the side of Mike's neck.
"I thought it was awesome." Mike groans, letting his head tip back some, allowing Harvey better access.
"Of course you did." Harvey nips sharply on the soft skin presented to him.
Mike moans, grinding down on Harvey's thigh. "We should, ah, take this back to your place."
Harvey hums before kissing Mike hard, groaning when Mike's fingers twine in his suit jacket.
The door opens and they spring apart, smirks on their faces. The other guy barely glances at them and they hurry out, anxious to get back to Harvey's place so they can celebrate Mike's win the proper way.
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Date: 2012-06-19 05:32 am (UTC)Sam woke up first when the progressive movement of the sun across the sky resulted in a beam directly in his face. He had a mild kink in his neck and his back muscles were a bit sore from digging, but other than that he felt pretty good.
He glanced over to the drivers' seat and snorted at the picture his older brother presented. Dean's right arm looked likely to stay asleep longer than the rest of him, he'd somehow managed to to wedge his lower left leg between the steering wheel and the door, and he was going to have a serious case of bed head and an imprint of the stitching on the head rest on one cheek.
He winced as he turned his head back in the other direction. He massaged his neck with one hand as he inspected their surroundings out his own window. Not much had been visible in the dead of night, but now he saw that they were parked on a dirt road that ran along an empty field bordered by an old wooden fence.
Sam was struck with a sudden sense of nostalgia, remembering coming to places like this to practice shooting old liquor bottles and beer cans. They had quite a collection of containers in the trunk since they were in a state that didn't take returns for deposits. He poked Dean in the ribs.
"Wake up."
Dean bolted upright with a grunt. His right arm fell limply to his side and he scowled. "Ugh... Pins and needles!" He freed his foot and then turned to Sam with a befuddled look. "What? Somethin' wrong?"
"No. I just thought it seemed like a nice morning for some target practice."
Dean cocked one eyebrow. "Seriously? We haven't doe that in years."
"You worried that you're getting rusty?" Sam challenged with a grin.
Dean scoffed. "I can outshoot you any day of the week and twice on Sundays!"
"We'll see about that..."
Ten minutes later there were ten cans lined up on the top railing of the fence, and the Winchesters stood out in the middle of the field, about thirty yards or so away.
"Ladies first, Sammy!"
"You're hilarious," Sam retorted, but he assumed a shooting stance. He took a few moments to assess the layout of the targets, the wind conditions, and the angle of the light.
"Some time today?" Dean taunted.
"Someone's sure in a hurry to lose!" Other than the comeback, Sam completely ignored his brother and took his first shot. One of the cans disappeared off the rail. A few moments later another followed. After five shots, only five cans remained.
"You are so slow," Dean remarked in a casual tone as he checked over his own weapon one last time.
"So? This isn't about speed; it's about accuracy!"
"Uh huh. Whatever makes you feel better." Dean cracked his neck to one side, took his stance, raised his weapon, and fired off five shots in rapid succession. One can remained on the rail.
"Ha! Looks like you are rusty, Dean!"
"You think so?" Dean asked with a smirk, then started walking over to the fence without further comment.
"You missed the last can!"
"I wasn't trying to hit the last can; I already had five hits."
"What?"
Dean climbed over the fence and collected the fallen cans, handing off one to Sam. The can had been pierced twice.
"No way..."
Dean clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Don't feel too bad, Sammy. Keep practicing and maybe someday you'll be as awesome as me!"
"Jerk." Sam delivered the familiar insult with a smile on his face and a shake of his head.
"Bitch."
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Date: 2012-06-18 09:35 am (UTC)Fill: Cosmic Love (PG)
Date: 2012-06-19 06:50 am (UTC)Title: Cosmic Love (http://scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com/79835.html)
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