Saturday Free-For-All
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comment_ficHappy Saturday, everyone! Today is a free-for-all, meaning any prompt in any fandom is good.
Please remember the rules:
- No more than three prompts in any one fandom
- No more than five prompts in a row. If one of your prompts is filled, you can leave another one.
- No spoilers in prompts
- If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn and leave plenty of space.
Also, keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Isaac, underneath it all
Suits, Donna + Rachel, happy hour
any, any, "You call this a cup of coffee?"
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
- No more than three prompts in any one fandom
- No more than five prompts in a row. If one of your prompts is filled, you can leave another one.
- No spoilers in prompts
- If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn and leave plenty of space.
Also, keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Isaac, underneath it all
Suits, Donna + Rachel, happy hour
any, any, "You call this a cup of coffee?"
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-06-30 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-30 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-30 12:07 pm (UTC)Fill: You Call this Coffee?
Date: 2012-06-30 05:23 pm (UTC)Gibbs looked around and growled, "Where's my coffee?"
"McGee is on his way with it," Tony called from where he was laying looking under a bus.
Biting his tongue, he resisted the temptation to growl at DiNozzo again. But he really needed his coffee.
"Here Boss."
Turning around he saw McGee with a container full of take out cups. Grabbing the biggest one, he took a sip and immediately sit it back out. "You call this coffee?"
"Sorry Boss it's the best I could find."
Sucking it up, Gibbs took another drink of the coffee that was no better than swill and prayed the caffeine would kick in.
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Date: 2012-06-30 12:13 pm (UTC)No fic but
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Date: 2012-06-30 12:18 pm (UTC)Not A FIll...
Date: 2012-06-30 03:46 pm (UTC)(And, also, if it is of any interest, JC even has its own comm, and it's quite the nicest little fannish corner of LJ I've come across:
*slides out of thread again*
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Date: 2012-06-30 01:16 pm (UTC)1/2 untitled - PG, character death, future!fic for both
Date: 2012-07-01 03:38 am (UTC)(So, uh, yeah. A fairly dark characterization of Hawkeye here. And everything I know about his backstory, I learned from wikipedia and fanfiction.)
Clint's never made a deal. The fortuneteller back at Carson's, Helena, she warned him off it right before everything went sideways and ended with a month in the hospital he couldn't pay for and another home gone.
Helena had smiled at him, taken his hands in hers, and said, in that creepyass voice he'd thought was fake, Stay away from the crossroads, little hawk. You'll never find what you seek, if you take the deal.
He learned about crossroads later, after an op gone so wrong only he lived. And then he didn't, falling eyes wide open into the criminal underworld when he'd have been blamed for the whole FUBAR'd thing.
For a second, looking at the grinning old man, listening to the rattle of his bones and gasp of his breath, Clint thought about undoing the whole thing. Just a little deal and erase the whole mess. Get his men back. Fuck, go back even farther and get his brother back, or his parents. Get his dad out of the bottle, and Mama away from her pills. Have a real family.
But he remembered Helena, and instead of saying a thing, he watched the old man die.
And as the years passed, as he hit the big-time and got snapped up by SHIELD, as he brought in the Black Widow instead of putting an arrow through her eye, as he became a cloudy-eyed minion and mourned what he never had with Phil, as he dreamed of his ex-god – he never made a deal. Thought about it more than once, but never went to a crossroads and buried a box and waited for a demon, never sealed anything with a kiss or heard hounds howl.
He never forgot Helena’s words.
But there’s a demon standing in front of him, with a slick Brit accent and a smirk, and he says, “Come now, sweetheart – you know how it ends. Why put off the inevitable?”
Tasha talks about red in her ledger, and debts, and how cruel old men tried to make her into the perfect weapon. She’s sure that if she does enough good it’ll all balance out, somehow.
Clint knows better. Maybe the difference is, he doesn’t really care about wiping the slate clean. He lost that drive in a bottle when he was a kid, in the pills always underfoot, in a beating when another father turned on him. He doesn’t owe anyone a debt. He’s owed.
He could’ve been a better man, like Phil. He could try and balance the scales, like Tasha and Stark and even Banner.
The best thing he can say? He’s never made a deal. Never sold himself to Hell to fuck up the natural order. Things happen for a reason – Helena said that, too.
But now there’s a demon, and the demon drawls, “You know, boyo. You’ve always known in your heart of hearts, haven’t you?”
He’s the only Avenger left standing, and he’s standing at a crossroads.
Taught by a criminal, honed by Special Forces, wielded by SHIELD and a mad alien-god, trusted by the Earth’s greatest…
They’re all dead, Tasha and (Phil’s) Captain America and Banner and Stark and Thor. Loki collapsed beside him, after appearing out of thin air and slaughtering the remaining fuckers, and didn’t move until he was dragged away, silent but shaking.
They’re all dead except for Clint, standing in front of a demon, moon high in the sky at midnight.
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Date: 2012-06-30 01:35 pm (UTC)FILL: Supernatural, Gabriel, Trickster, Traitor, Servant, Saviour
Date: 2012-06-30 04:35 pm (UTC)It wasn't surprising, Gabriel had known from the start that Lucifer was so much stronger than him. That he didn't really have a chance.
But perhaps doing what was needed was more important than one lowly Trickster. Perhaps some more of his breathen would realize that the earth and humanity was worth it.
Afterall, there was a reason he had left heaven:
He was the messenger of God. Since the moment of his existence that had been what defined him. He was His child and servant from the beginning but what was he supposed to do without Him around needing a messenger?
He remembered his talks with Mary, both her questions and her doubts.
He remembered his talks with Joan of Arc, after he had already fled heaven, both her conviction that something had to be done and her quiet tears at realizing that it was her burden. And she had known that her life would be short and bloody and her death painful.
Somehow the Winchesters had made clear that it wasn't that easy. Not for him, not anymore.
Now was his time. His time to do the necessary thing. Even if it meant his death.
Despite everything, Michael and Lucifer were still his family. And he couldn't let them kill each other and everything around them if he knew a way to stop them.
Gabriel opened his angelic senses a last time:
Kali was safe and speeding away as fast as the classic muscle car could go, his explaining DVD on the backseat waiting to be watched. He couldn't feel the Winchesters but he would have known had heaven got to them in the last few minutes.
He had done what he could to give them time.
A part of him relaxed.
Despite this being his last moments and him having his brother sword in his vessels body and dispersing his grace, he had a feeling that he still won.
He still got his last trick.
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Date: 2012-06-30 01:38 pm (UTC)Fill - "Puppy"
Date: 2012-06-30 08:10 pm (UTC).
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I guess it ended up being too long for the comment, so here:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8271950/1/