Friday: Grownup Time

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Happy Friday, everyone! Loosen the tie and kick off the heels. I'm still argentum_ls, and I don't know about you, but I'm ready for the weekend. I'll bet our favorite grownup characters are too. Today's theme is grownup time.

For those fandoms normally centered around teens and kids, let's take today to give some love to the adults in their lives. Alternatively, let's see what those kids are like in a decade or two when they've had a chance to grow up a bit. For those fandoms that are already centered on the adults, let's take today to see what they're like out of the office, away from the boss (or the underlings, if they are the boss), and off the clock.

The 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:

Teen Wolf, Coach Finstock, "Teachers don't live in the goddamn lockers."

The Listener, Toby+/Olivia, dancing

Any, Any+/Any, an expected night off


None of these prompts begging you to spend time with them? Check out the lonely prompts.

Happy weekend, and thanks for great week!

tag=grownuptime

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[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Coach Finstock, "Teachers don't live in the goddamn lockers."

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

When they see Coach Finstock with a beer in one hand and a cocktail in the other, both Stiles and Danny do a double take.

“Is that who I think it is?” Stiles asked suspiciously.

“It is,” Danny nodded and their eyes followed the coach’s movement towards a booth with a woman sitting patiently in it. The coach jumps up like he forgot something and heads back over to the bar. In the process, brushing against Stiles hard enough to send him stumbling backwards into Danny.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bump you,” Finstock mumbled out.

“No problem,” Stiles held his hands up and his eyes widened as Coach Finstock paused and turned back to look at him. Stiles eyes widened when Finstock sighed, “What’s up Coach? Surprised to see you here.”

Finstock rolled his eyes, “It’s not really that surprising Balinski.”

Stiles looked over at Danny and yep, they were on the same page. It was really that surprising.
Finstock groaned, “It’s not like teachers live in a goddamned locker. We have lives too.”

“Sure coach,” Stiles nodded, “If you say so.”

“I do,” He narrowed his eyes, “Now if you’ll excuse me I have a date to get back to before I bring her home to my locker like you idiots seem to think we teachers live in.”

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

The Listener, Toby+/Olivia, dancing

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, an expected night off

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny(/Steve) + Grace, How Danny deals with Grace's decision to go back to the mainland for college

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Grace, Grace has just graduated college. what does she do with her life now?

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

BtVS/Merlin, Giles+Uther, the token adult in a group of teenagers

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Giles, children of his own

Fill - "Fatherhood"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Giles surveyed his living room, shaking his head slowly. Buffy, Xander and Willow had come over for the night, in theory, to watch a movie. It appeared instead that a small, food-driven hurricane had blown through, leaving popcorn, soda cans and napkins in its wake.

“We’ll clean that up,” Willow offered, catching sight of his expression.

“We will?” Xander asked, grunting when Willow elbowed him. “We will!”

“Well, some of us will,” Buffy amended, “I have to go on patrol.” It wasn’t quite a smirk on her face as she stood up, grabbing her jacket and making sure the stake didn’t show when she slid it into the waistband of her trousers.

“Buffy,” Giles said, before she could make her escape, “you helped make the mess, you should help clean up. The vampires will wait ten minutes.”

The pout probably would’ve melted her father’s heart, but Giles wasn’t her father, and she kicked at the floor. “Oh, all right,” she said, and came back to help her friends.

Oh, damn. How had that happened? Giles rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t supposed to be the adult, was he? The substitute father? How had that happened? He’d never really considered children of his own. “I-I will be back,” he grumbled, stepping into the kitchen. Yes, a shot of whiskey would be appreciated at this moment. Just not because he was suffering from fatherhood syndrome.

No. That wasn’t it at all.

A crash came from the living room, followed by Xander’s, “Oops! I’ll uh…pay for that. Yeah.”

Perhaps a second shot was in order.

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Snape, weekends at Hogwarts

[soteriophobe.livejournal.com]

Make It Or Break It, Any Parent, musings on the fear that their child could be killed or maimed in pursuit of the thing that they love (ala Julissa Gomez (http://www.gymn.ca/gymnasticgreats/memorial/gomez.htm))

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, Finwe, all these children and grandchildren drive him crazy sometimes

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Ben, with Dean Winchester as (surrogate) father his life only could end on the road and in the hunting buisness, he reflects later

Fill-Always going to be this way

[eneumann.livejournal.com]

Looking back, it was obvious. Dean had tried. He really had. But his step dad had grown up in the hunting business. So even when he left it behind, he didn't really. For all his mom knew, Dean had given up hunting when he'd moved in with them. But if it was one thing Ben had learned (and he'd learned more), his mother could sometimes be oblivious to things she didn't want to know about.

Like the fact that there were a stash of guns, knives and Hunting equipment stashed in the hidden compartment of the trunk of the Impala. And sure, that was under a dustcover. But Ben had caught Dean drinking a beer and staring at the garage where the Impala lay. And he wouldn't use the car, but he wouldn't sell it.

Whenever Ben had expressed interest in anything anything at all to do with Hunting, Dean had shut him down so fast. Maybe that had been part of it, Ben had to acknowledge as he pressed hard down on the gut wound that was slowly seeping blood. Of course, the man'd also been straight with him in a way no one else ever was. He was terrified that Ben would have the same childhood as Dean himself had (impossible-he had a mother, he went to school in the same town every year, and Dean stayed with them), terrified that somehow he would, by presence alone, force Ben into a Hunter's life (well, ok, that was sort of true), terrified that the supernatural would catch up with him and Lisa and kill them before Dean could protect them.

It had taken a really long time to convince Dean to train him. At first under the premise that if Dean weren't there, Ben should be able to protect Lisa. After a while, Dean had thrown his hands up in the air and stopped fighting the fact that Ben was going to become a hunter.

He'd hurt his mom when he'd expressed his need to hunt. They didn't talk much anymore, which was a damn shame. He wasn't sure how Dean and her were doing. She hadn't exactly been happy that Ben had followed in Dean's footsteps, no matter that Dean had fought him the entire way.

He gasped as he increased pressure. It'd been a while since he'd been sliced open and he'd forgotten just how much it hurt. But if he survived this wound, he still wouldn’t give up Hunting. Something about it called to him, pulled in his blood. Maybe it was the look in Dean’s eyes whenever he talked about some monster he and Sam had killed once or maybe it was the idea that he was part of an elite club of people who saved the world and no one else knew what was happening. He wasn’t really sure. All he knew was that he was addicted and Hunting was his drug.

“I’m here. I’m here, kid, I’ve got you.”

“Dean..” Ben felt his head loll to the side a little, staring over at his stepfather. The man was older, moved slower, but he was still a damn good hunter.

“Damn it, Ben. Lisa’s going to kill you.”

“Not sure..”

“Don’t even think of it. Seen you come back from worse by now.” Ben blinked, finally letting the pain overcome, sink him into a fog. “Oh geez, Ben. Stop letting your guard down. I’m old. I can’t baby you forever. Get your ass up and we’re getting to the car and going to the hospital.” A sharp jab to the ribs, near his wound had him flying awake and pulling himself, leaning heavily on Dean. “You know, I’m not going to be here to save your ass all the time.”

This was Dean’s way of saying he loved him, no matter what. Ben knew that now and he just smiled as he leaned heavily on the man as they made their way out of the warehouse to the Impala.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, any, despite the years (s)he remembers, the body does not age and will never ever change

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Sky High, Principal Powers/Coach Boomer, Ditch Day

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio, he doesn't like days with nothing to do because he dwells on what his brother used to do.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Temeraire, any, away from the dragons for a night

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Ianto(/Jack), sometimes he wants a conversation that doesn't end in sex.

Fill: "Distraction" Torchwood, Ianto(/Jack), Rated R

[tardisjournal.livejournal.com]

The remains of the meal had been cleared away, and the two men settled companionably on Ianto's couch, enjoying an after-dinner Scotch. A magazine featuring flashy vehicles lay open on the coffee table in front of them.

“That one, there. I dreamed of driving one ever since I was a kid. Then one night, when I was about 14, I met up with these two guys. One of them was older, and he was driving one! He said it was his brother's...”

A large hand was traveling up his thigh, but the Scotch was loosening his tongue and sparking exciting memories, so he did his best to disregard it.

“...which I doubted. I ran with a bit of a dodgy crowd back then, does that surprise you? Anyway, I convinced the guy to give me the keys and...”

The hand was unzipping his fly.

“Are you listening to me? I'm trying to make a point here.”

“Mmm, you sure are. Go on.”

“So I took the keys and... ohh!”

One warm hand wrapped around his length while the other pushed him back against the couch, and the thread of the conversation was lost.

Again.

Jack made a final noise of protest, which was silenced when Ianto kissed him, hard, and then gave up. This was one of the hazards of having a (much) younger lover, after all.

The next time, he'd just have to break out his best stories during dinner.




A/N: Yes, I confess that played fast and loose with the prompt and the ambiguity of pronouns. Don't hurt me! ;)

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, any human Animorph, surprising his/her parents with breakfast in bed

Fill (PG)

[orlidepp.livejournal.com]

She knew she should be with them. Guilt weighed heavily upon Cassie as she walked through the kitchen in which she'd spent so many happy childhood moments baking cookies with her mom and playing checkers at their kitchen table with her father. She remembered every moment she'd spent with them here as she worked, but she recalled, too, the mission over which her friends were grappling. She should be there with them in the barn, checking on the animals and voicing her own opinions, but she already knew how the debate would end.

There wasn't really any other choice but to follow through with Rachel's latest, life risking plan. There was no more choice in what they were about to do than there had been when they'd found the dying Andalite's spacecraft and first learned of the existence of the Yeerks. They couldn't turn a blind eye to what they'd learned for the safety of their world.

It wasn't just the Earth's population at large that kept them from ignoring their duty and waiting for some one else to come fight a war that shouldn't be battled by kids. It was more deeply and closer than that. Cassie'd often thought that she might be able to ignore the Yeerks and go back to living her regular, normal life if it had just been the outside humans who were at risk. Yet, even if the animals she loved wouldn't be hurt by the destruction of their world, there was two for whom Cassie would do anything, give anything, and risk anything.

The little, black girl whose parents still thought of her as a kid, though she'd been forced to kill, wiped the tears from her eyes and lifted her chin all by herself. The meeting would have to go on without her. She needed this. She had to have it. She lifted the tray, loaded with coffee, pancakes, the morning newspaper, and roses, and headed for her parents' room.

She needed just a few moments in this awful world, made that way by the Yeerks' infestation, for everything to be normal. She needed to forget, for just a little while, why she fought and remember, instead, why it was so important and so great to love. Cassie wouldn't admit it aloud to any of the others, but she needed to be what she should be -- a daughter, a little girl -- for just one more time before facing the latest impossible mission of the Animorphs from which it was far too likely that none of them would return.

She wiped away a few more tears and squared her thin shoulders determinedly as she fixed her mask back into place. She couldn't let her parents know what was happening. The others all believed that you couldn't tell who had a Yeerk in their head and who didn't. She could understand, even almost completely agree with their belief. After all, Jake's brother was a host. But she would always know her parents.

She didn't tell them what was really happening in her life any more not because she was afraid they might be Yeerks. No, she knew what would happen if she told them, and that was the very reason why she didn't. Her parents were more than just her parents. They, like the Animorphs, were her best friends, but they were also her heroes. She'd never once known either of her parents to turn away some one who needed help, and they'd been saving lives for as long as Cassie could remember -- not from aliens, of course, but from threats no less dangerous for the animals who suffered them.

They'd rise to the cause again, Cassie knew, if they ever found out what was happening. They'd fight her battle for her, refuse to let her, their little girl, fight, and get themselves killed in the process of trying to save her and their world. She couldn't let that happen. She had to be their hero this time, even if it meant lying to them.

But Cassie didn't lie when she wished them a cheery, "Good morning!", upon entering their bedroom that morning. And she certainly didn't lie when she told them she loved them. She only wished, as she kept her tears expertly at bay, that they knew how much she'd always love them before the day came that she wouldn't come home.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Mad-Eye Moody, constant vigilance!

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Thor/Avengers movieverse, Loki, his children are the ones who love him best

Fill: Cold Fire Burning (PG)

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

A/N: This... well, it started out one way and then went another really quickly. Plays fast and loose with Norse mythology as well as Avengers mythos.
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Sometimes, when he thinks about it, Loki realizes that it's only those who are truly of his blood-- not the blood of heart [Thor, brother], but those who share his genes, his life-code --who care for him the most. On his darkest days, he'll remember Fenrir's playful barks and growls (and the cold clink-clink-clink of the chains that tried to bind the great wolf and failed, trailing on the cold floors of Asgard); the rough-dry hiss of Jormungand's scales as he curled up on himself in front of the fire, coil after great, shining coil; the hoarse yet melodic laughter of his half-alive, half-dead Hel; and the thunderous hoof-beats and sonorous neighing of Sleipnir.

He misses them all greatly, and the anger that burns ever so fiercely in his cold, cold heart [a contradiction in terms that causes him continual pain the likes of which he never thought he would know when he was but a boy] at the treatment brought down upon his children by his fellow gods (three stolen away from him, and one pressed into servitude) is a beat-by-beat reminder that his children, while his by right, will never be truly his. And for that-- for that injustice, for the infliction of that tragic pain on his father's-heart, Asgard will burn. The whole of eternity will burn, in flames of ice and destruction. It's what they deserve.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

House MD, Wilson + or/House, "Let's have a relaxing night that doesn't involve hookers."

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Kaylee/Inara, getting away from the ship for a while

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Family Ties, adult!Mal, she's now a famous fashion designer, but she's not happy.

[rhiannon-s.livejournal.com]

Ranma One Half, Genma/Soun, Its Guy Love!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Guardians of Time - Marianne Curley, Shaun/Marduke, sharp as a blade

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Guardians of Time - Marianne Curley, Coral (Isabel and Matt's mum)/Dartemis, far more than she lets on