Monday: Bad Girls/Bad Boys
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alba17 and I'll be your host for the week. The theme today is Bad Girls/Bad Boys: villains, good guys turned bad, evil twins or doppelgangers, hookers with a heart of gold, the guy you know is bad for you, but you just can't resist.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Thor/Avengers, Loki/any, his sneering smile does something to him/her
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, while under Morgana's spell, Merlin (from 4.06, Servant of Two Masters) takes control and Arthur likes it
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Moriarty, Sherlock is intrigued by more than Moriarty's mind
Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Wo Fat, Steve will never forget North Korea
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alba17 and I'll be your host for the week. The theme today is Bad Girls/Bad Boys: villains, good guys turned bad, evil twins or doppelgangers, hookers with a heart of gold, the guy you know is bad for you, but you just can't resist. Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Thor/Avengers, Loki/any, his sneering smile does something to him/her
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, while under Morgana's spell, Merlin (from 4.06, Servant of Two Masters) takes control and Arthur likes it
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Moriarty, Sherlock is intrigued by more than Moriarty's mind
Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Wo Fat, Steve will never forget North Korea
tag=bad girls/bad boys
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:03 pm (UTC)RED/Inception/White Collar, Arthur/Eames (Neal&Arthur as Frank’s twin sons), I’m in love with a criminal
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Thor/Batman, Joker, Joker’s history changes day-to-day because he didn’t exist before Loki fell off a bridge and decided to just go for broke and deliver chaos unto the world
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Angel the Series/SWAT, Penn + Gamble, it’s like looking in a mirror – which he hasn’t been able to do in two hundred years
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:05 pm (UTC)Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Revenge, D'Hoffryn + Emanda, new recruit
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:30 pm (UTC)1/2: DCU animated/Marvel movies, Red Hood/ex-Winter Soldier
Date: 2014-10-13 06:26 pm (UTC)...
As they’re going their separate ways, Dick says, “Babs wants you to have her number,” and he rattles off the digits. “Call her.”
Jason stares after him as Dick saunters down the block.
.
Back before, Dick was always off being busy somewhere, and even though Jason knew if he called needing help, Dick would’ve been there, he never called. Dick was the favorite child he could never live up to.
Barbara, though, she was cool. Sometimes, in the middle, he’d go out with Batgirl on patrol instead of Batman, usually because Batman was needed somewhere he didn’t want to bring Robin. If Dick was the unattainable older brother, Barbara was the awesome friend that Jason might’ve had a slight crush on.
And then the Joker shot her on his way to Sarajevo. As Jason began his recon on Gotham, he figured out pretty quick who Oracle was. Barbara had always been good at the tech stuff.
He heads back to the loft, where Jimmy is babysitting Joy, gently dancing around the den with her. Jason watches with a grin for a few minutes before asking, “What’re your plans for tonight?”
“Tim was unavailable this morning so his lesson has been moved to this evening,” Jimmy says. “Debra will be back for Joy around 3.”
“Okay, cool. I’m…” He sighs. “I’m gonna call Barbara at some point today. May get dinner with her. Or something. I don’t know yet.”
Jimmy turns to face him, though he still rocks side to side for Joy’s benefit. “Do you need me?”
Jason shakes his head. “I want you there, but I gotta do this on my own.” He pushes off the wall, saying, “Gonna go shower.” He doesn’t look back as he goes to the bathroom.
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He waits until after Jimmy’s gone to dial the number Dick gave him. After the call picks up, there is a long silence while Jason listens to her breathe. He finally says, “Hi, Barbara.”
She says back, “Hi, Jason.”
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Talking on the phone is awkward, so about a minute into it, Barbara tells him her address and hangs up. It’s the middle of the afternoon so he goes as Jay Smith instead of Red Hood and doesn’t drag his feet on purpose – it just sort of happens. He pushes the buzzer and the lock clicks and he takes his time going up eight flights of stairs.
When he knocks on the door, she shouts, “It’s open!” so he goes in, locking it behind him.
“That’s dangerous,” he calls, winding his way through the hall. “Never know what freaks might pop in.”
“I’ve been tracking your progress across town,” she calls back. “I knew it was you.”
He turns a corner and there she is, waiting in the doorway to what looks like a room full of computers. He was too overwhelmed to really notice that night at dinner, but her hair is still as vibrant, her eyes as sharp. Her body doesn’t look weak at all in the high-tech chair he’s pretty sure she designed and built herself. For all that the world praises Tony Stark, Jason would bet on Barbara any day.
“Oh, Jason,” she says, pulling off her glasses to wipe at her eyes.
“Hey, Babs,” he says. “Wanna hear how the Joker died?”
“Yeah,” she says. “C’mon, I’ve prepared some snacks.” She rolls toward him and he steps to the side, following her through another doorway into a kitchen smaller than the lofts but still pretty good sized. There’s a plate with crackers, lunchmeat, and cheese sitting on the table and Barbara tells him, “Pick a spot.”
He sits and starts assembling a sandwich, deciding to let Barbara restart the conversation, which she does after a few minutes by asking, “So, the Joker?”
Jason will never forget a single thing Jimmy told him about that night, and he repeats it all for Barbara.
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:31 pm (UTC)Regret
Date: 2012-07-09 12:56 pm (UTC)Iron: that's a more practical substance. More plentiful than dragonglass, and cheaper than Valyrian steel, iron can arm a House, and win all seven kingdoms. Iron may be ugly, but it gets the job done. It is no coincidence, thinks Theon, that the throne is iron. He's never seen it, but he hears it is tar-dipped, standing sharp and menacing at the head of the room. To win the iron throne, one must pay the iron price.
Gold, empty platitudes, family ... in the end, they're worth nothing. If Theon has learned anything from being sent to the Starks, it's that offspring serve as marriages or hostages. Those who think otherwise discover the error of their ways soon enough, whether it's from an axe to the neck or a betrayal from within.
Theon watches the blood spread dark and thick over Maester Luwin's tunic, and he fingers the grip of his sword.
When you pay the iron price, there is no room for regret.
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:44 pm (UTC)Everybody Loves Me
Date: 2012-07-02 10:54 pm (UTC)Lord Loss does not apologize to anyone for anything. When you're a fucking demon boss with skin is covered in bleeding cuts and sidekicks that look like the bastardization of an Egyptian gods, there's no need for them.
And it's just so easy when you're evil. No one expects you to be fair or just or compassionate. Everything you say is law and dealing with the dissenters is the most fun. No one survives the punishments, Grubbs Grady be damned, and watching them doe makes the snakes in his heart throb a little bit harder.
It's all too easy to flay skin of off, piece by piece, letting his familiars feast on it hungrily. Too easy to take away their humanity, but the hard part is stripping away their pride. The look in the eyes of the conquered when they know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that they've lost, that there's no way out is the most difficult to achieve.
But it's still so easy when you're evil.
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-02 02:47 pm (UTC)mini-fill.
Date: 2014-12-16 03:47 am (UTC)But never quite this.
"Or you always pretended to," Jason continues. Bruce's mouth is shut, except for the way he's breathing, except for the way Jason's trying to pry his lips open with fingers scraped with calluses and cuts.
Bruce needs to stop him, Bruce should stop him, just as he should have stopped a hundred other things Jason has done, but –
He doesn't want to.
The boy is –
Jason isn't a boy, anymore, not in any true sense of the word. What Jason is, Bruce is – they're both - still trying to figure out.
Jason's mouth burns him, and he smells like gunpowder, like the cigarettes Bruce told him to stop smoking years ago, like fresh blood and dirt.
No good, Bruce thinks, but Jason is –
Warm against him, warm, not a body gone cold, not a shell of a boy but a man and Jason says, "It's okay. It's better when you tell the truth."
Bruce can't begin to understand what the truth might be, but he opens his mouth and lets Jason in, anyway.
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Date: 2012-07-02 02:56 pm (UTC)Fill--Tousled (PG-13ish)
Date: 2012-07-02 09:22 pm (UTC)I hope you like it! I really adore this pairing. >.>
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Date: 2012-07-02 03:13 pm (UTC)Light and Dark
Date: 2012-07-03 02:01 am (UTC)Whatever.
Faith tossed her hair back over her shoulder, climbing the fire escape to the crap apartment she’d found. She pried open the window and crawled through it, propping it open with a brick she’d found for that purpose. The landlord would probably scream, but she didn’t care. Going to the refrigerator – it looked like it came out of an episode of I Love Lucy or something – she pulled out a carton of milk, and got a Styrofoam plate from the cupboard. As she poured the milk, Faith heard a questioning ‘mew’ at the window.
“I’m coming,” she said, and carefully carried the platter to the window and the oddly-marked cat waiting. “There you are,” she said, setting the milk down. The cat began licking it up hurriedly. “Don’t rush, there’s more if you need it,” Faith told her, squatting down to rub the cat.
The little cat purred as she ate, her butt and tail rising with each stroke. After she finished the milk, she cleaned her face carefully. “You can stay if you want,” Faith said, knowing the cat would probably be gone before she went to sleep. The little cat was her only real friend here in Sunnydale, and she really didn’t want to give her up just yet. Still, maybe today would be the day the cat stayed, and slept on the bed next to her.
Faith picked up the cat, setting her on the bed. They both lay down, the cat tucking her legs up under her. Reaching over, Faith rubbed her ears, smiling at the purr she got in return. It was such a little thing, but she loved hearing it.
“You know what, kitten? I think we’ll both be okay here.” And she’d show them all, she was just as good a Slayer as Buffy was.
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Date: 2012-07-02 03:35 pm (UTC)I'm sorry.
Date: 2012-07-06 11:20 am (UTC)Like, a lot. D:
warnings: violence, vaguest possibility of non-con offscreen
The salt spray stings Lorne's eyes and begins to loosen the dried bits of blood caked in spatters on his face and hands. (He had bled so prettily, that Parrish, all soft pale skin and long lines and bleated noises.
It was necessary, but it had also been... fun.)
But this alien sun now promises to drop over the mainland mountains; Lorne will have enough time for the transformation to proceed but he mustn't linger over memories of pressing a blade to that long neck, then his lips - no. So he turns from the boundary of water and sand, looks towards his unconscious victim-lover.
The sight of him lying prone in the place Lorne chose with care, the place Lorne delivered him to be renewed... it is so beautiful.
A breath... two. Slow, deep - excitement being contained.
No use for trembling hands as the brush is lifted, now, and the first pot of paint opened.
Parrish's skin soaks up the pigment and turns from pale-and-almost-pure to pure and perfection. So much potential there (Lorne had seen immediately that he could transform this one into any one of a number of things) and the realization of it will be glorious.
So many possibilities, but the choice had been made this morning with the rising sun, so when the white is through: bold red lips and black around his pretty, pretty eyes.
Yes.
Parrish would be...
...mime.
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