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Well, we have reached the end of the week soooo today I bring you the tried and true Friday Free For All. This is the time when you can request that one story that just didn't seem to fit in with a prompt during the week. Maybe you are jonesing for a story from a forgotten fandom. Maybe you are just craving a crossover. Go ahead and promt it. You never know, there may be a writer out there that is just waiting for your request.

And if you are new to the site, or fanfic in general, and you're a little scared to leave a prompt or fill a prompt... Don't be. Everyone has to start somewhere. So come on in and dip your toes in the water.


As always, remember the rules:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space!

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• Leverage/The Sentinel, Eliot & Blair, Blair finds a picture of his mom Naomi holding both a five year old Blair and a baby in her lap. What happens when he finally tracks down the little brother that he never got the chance to know.

• Leverage, Eliot & Sophie, A take off on the song Fancy by Reba McEntire. Sophie is Fancy and Eliot is the baby Welfare took. How/why does she finally admit to Eliot that they are related.

• Angel, Lindsey & Angel, Lindsey is actually Conner. WR&H want to ensure the prophecy 'The father will kill the son' takes place. That is why they have pitted the two against each other from the start. What will it take for Angel to realize just who Lindsey is..

Enjoy!

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Fill: Fancy Part 1

Date: 2012-09-29 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poestheblackcat.livejournal.com
Oh look, another fanfic when Poesie really should be doing schoolwork. *sigh* deanangst, why must you always do this to me?

Fancy

She’d crafted her persona - personas - well, so very well over the years. No one would ever guess that she was really just white trash from New Orleans. No one would ever suspect that her name was really Fanny Rae Baker, not Annie Croix, Sophie Devereaux, Charlotte Prentiss the Duchess of Hanover, nor any of those other people she has “been.”

No, the only person who could ever suspect is the one person who doesn’t remember because he’d been so little when she’d left, when Mama had made her go out into the world to make her fortune by any means necessary.

“Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy, and they’ll be nice to you,” she’d said to her as she combed her long, dark hair and made her up and dressed her in the red velvet dress with a slit up to her hip that had been bought with the last of the money.

Most people would have condemned Mama for doing such a thing to the only daughter she had left, but there hadn’t been any other choice. Fancy’s older sister Nell was dead and gone, and had left the baby into the bargain, little baby Eliot. Mama was sick, going to die soon, and so it was just Fancy, Fancy who had to live. The baby would have been taken in by the welfare people, but Fancy had just turned eighteen, so it was starve with them or leave.

Mama had made the decision for her, but with her advice to “be nice to the gentlemen,” she had also given her another pearl of wisdom, “To thine own self be true,” inscribed on the locket which she put around her daughter’s neck.

Fancy had torn it off in disgust and thrown it onto the ground, as she turned on her heel to leave this old life behind for good. But now, years later, she finds herself wondering what had become of the locket, where it is now, if she could ever get her hands on it.

She realizes the value of her mother’s words now, that to be an honest person, one must be honest to oneself. She had gone away for the better part of a year, trying to find herself again, and in the end, she had gone back to where it all began, back to that one-room, rundown shack in rural Louisiana. She’d looked around, visited her mother and sister’s graves, and then wondered...wondered for the first time in a long time, what had happened to little baby Eliot? What had happened to her nephew, her sister’s son?

So she’d looked. She’d dug through the dizzying mazes of files and found who had taken him in, adopted him. She’d looked up Eliot’s new name, and found his school records, medical records, and...a military portrait.

Eliot. Her Eliot, the team’s Eliot. Eliot Spencer had looked back at her with her sister’s eyes, and she saw, yes, she saw that this was her worst nightmare, her most coveted dream. To find the last of her family again, yet she wouldn’t be able to lie to him about who she really is. Because he knows her. He knows her but he doesn’t.

Eliot doesn’t remember.

And part of Sophie (she’s Sophie now, not Fancy anymore) wants to keep it that way. Another part, though, remembers the words her mother gave her: “To thine own self be true.”

So she hints at it for a while, digs to see how much of his past Eliot really knows.

She confesses once (very much on purpose) that her Sarah Jane Baker alias is her favorite because it reminds her of who she once was.

She drops a hint about New Orleans, how it so very inexplicably feels like home to her.

She uses an alias called Nell once, just to see how Eliot reacts. (He doesn’t.)

Then she says, “To thine own self be true,” as an appropriate response to something.

“Hamlet,” Nate says. “Polonius to Laertes.”

“Yes,” Sophie replies, disappointed at Eliot’s non-reaction. (How could he react? He wouldn’t remember his grandmother, her mother.)

By this time, she has become resigned to the fact that Eliot may not even know that he had been adopted, that it would be of no use to anyone to tell him who he really is, who she really is.

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Wish this was a fill...

Date: 2012-09-28 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadaryl.livejournal.com
I adore this prompt! It is perfect for those two.

Date: 2012-09-28 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammcj062.livejournal.com
Avengers, Black Widow, Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma

Date: 2012-09-28 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammcj062.livejournal.com
Stargate SG-1 or SGA, The empires of the future are the empires of the mind

Date: 2012-09-28 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammcj062.livejournal.com
Highlander, Methos, In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

Date: 2012-09-28 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammcj062.livejournal.com
Highlander, Methos, life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.

Date: 2012-09-28 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammcj062.livejournal.com
Supernatural, Castiel, “Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.”

Date: 2012-09-28 03:25 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (walk walk fashion baby)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

RPF, Chris Colfer/Darren Criss, AU where they meet on Face Off as makeup artists

Date: 2012-09-28 03:26 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (supernova)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Glee/Fashion Police, Kurt + Joan, Kurt Hummel’s first time as a guest on Fashion Police

Date: 2012-09-28 03:26 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (on a pale horse)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Highlander/Avengers movieverse/Arthurian myth/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, author’s choice, primordial!Methos created Mjölnir, Gungnir, Excalibur, and the slayer scythe – and he decides he wants them back

Date: 2012-09-28 03:27 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (Kurt)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Project Runway/Glee, Kurt + Tim Gunn, this season, Tim has an assistant

Date: 2012-09-28 03:28 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (the hands that held the world)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Glee, author’s choice, Sugar’s dad is in the mob, and Burt Hummel used to be his top enforcer.

Date: 2012-09-28 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effingeden.livejournal.com
Assassin's Creed; Subject 16/Desmond; Desmond lets 16 ride with him rather than see him die

Date: 2012-09-28 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effingeden.livejournal.com
Gorillaz; Murdoc/2D; Murdoc doesn't like to wait

Date: 2012-09-28 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahmfic.livejournal.com
Agatha Christie's Poirot, Poirot/Hastings/Japp, Seaside

Date: 2012-09-28 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahmfic.livejournal.com
Cabin Pressure, Any, magical realism G-ERTI's alive.
Edited Date: 2012-09-28 04:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-09-28 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poestheblackcat.livejournal.com
Leverage, Eliot, When Eliot finds a pair of jeans or a shirt that fits just right, he buys ten of them - he goes through them so damn quickly!

Date: 2012-10-25 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smthwallflower.livejournal.com
1. The first shirt is usually always lost in a fight, either stained with the blood of some idiot who thought he could win, or torn here and there, from where things got rough.

2. It's up to Eliot to seduce the mark, and he knows he's succeeded when he feels her fingers scrapping against her chest, pulling the shirt up from his waist and, eventually, over his head. Sophie busts through the door the second it's shed, and he doesn't have time to retrieve it before she's shouting and cursing at him - apparently he's playing the cheating boyfriend this time, and no one would be able to tell it was a grift, the way he runs out of there.

3. Hardison never watches where he's going, and not only does the open bottle of Orange Soda end up splashed across the front of Eliot's brand new shirt ("Aw man, and that was the good stuff!"), the offensive excuse for a burrito Hardison had been holding splatters its sauce across the the thighs of his pants as it fall to the ground.

4. The scowl on his face when Nate tells him to dirty up is only partially because he's going to ruin yet another shirt - the other part comes from the fact that the soil on the ground isn't the proper consistency for the plants in the garden, and he really doesn't feel like sucking up to someone who treats a garden like this.

5. Eliot walks in on Parker attempting to cook in the kitchen. It doesn't end well for her, the food, the floor, Eliot, or his shirt.

6. It's another fight - but this time Nate has to cut through the cloth with a pair of safety shears, carefully so as to not irritate the slowly coagulating wound below. The rest of the shirt slides off easily enough, and Eliot almost wants to use it as a bandage so it doesn't go to waste - but Nate's already doing his thing, so he doesn't say anything.

7. It feels like Hardison manages to set racks of electronics on fire every five jobs - Eliot rips the shirt off, glad to be wearing a longer sleeve on under it, and bats down the smoke as Hardison shrieks, waving at it ineffectually with his hands and whining.

8. For all the clothing that Sophie possesses, he really expected more from her than the shrunken, colour stained, tattered remnants of the shirt he'd given her to clean for him.

9. The night before, Eliot had set his shirt on the dresser. He knew, because he remembered the dread when he realized he only had two left. But it's not there anymore, and he searches the house for the umpteenth time, wondering how in the hell Parker keeps managing to break in.

10. It's the last shirt. But the girl they're helping looks too much like a drowned rat at the moment. It's a little pathetic. So he gets her a towel, pulls off his shirt, and gives it to her, thinking it's a good thing he had one left.

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Date: 2012-09-28 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poestheblackcat.livejournal.com
Leverage, Parker, She walks in beauty, like the night (Byron)

Date: 2012-09-28 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rattyjol.livejournal.com
Supernatural, Sam + Dean, stuck in traffic

Date: 2012-09-28 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rattyjol.livejournal.com
Avengers/Torchwood, Coulson + Ianto, they both faked their deaths and run into each other somewhere

Date: 2012-09-28 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rattyjol.livejournal.com
Animorphs, David/Rachel, Queen of Rat Island

Date: 2012-09-28 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blondebabe800.livejournal.com
Dexter, Maria, maybe this is all a part of my flawed design

Date: 2012-09-28 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Common Law, Travis/PaekMan/Wes, letting go

Date: 2012-09-28 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Leverage, Eliot/Sophie/Nate, Eliot always leaves before he falls asleep
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