Saturday free-for-all

[tigriswolf]

'tis Saturday - free for all day. Y'all know the rules; have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Merlin/James Bond (Skyfall), Arthur/Merlin & James/Q, a different kind of king and wizard for a different era

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse/Dark Angel, Alec/Steve, two genetically modified soldiers on a date

[tigriswolf]

Ghost Protocol/Avengers movieverse/Bourne Legacy, Brandt&Clint&Aaron as triplets, Those Kitsom boys – one had an eidetic memory, one had dyslexia, and the third? Well, he was just all around stupid. Sure do wonder what happened to ‘em, though.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, I don’t worship things that are younger than me.

Filled: Worship (Methos/Alexa)

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Methos has found that over a thousand years, life tends to grant one a certain perspective, a way of looking at the world. A way of not getting caught up in the petty day to day struggles, the wars, especially the ones over religion. 

"I don't worship things that are younger than me."

How many times has he said that, meant it? 

But now, one of those religious texts he scoffed at seems to mock him.

He'd been proud, haughty even, but he'd also been wrong. 

Because when Alexa lies in his arms, there are no other words to describe his feelings. 

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos (+ author’s choice), Methos does not care about collateral damage or innocents. There are simply two categories: that which belongs to Methos, and that which doesn’t.

The Ultimate Reality (Avengers Cross.)

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

There had once been a little boy, Methos knows, who stowed away when he shouldn't have. A little boy he ran from his group like all little boys do, exploring, and watched a village burn from the high seat of a horse as Death himself whispered in his impressionable ear, You live because I wish it.

Mortals are like ants living their mayfly lives compared to the gods on high, but even gods age and die.

Eventually.

So the little boy grows into a young man, quick and sly, and every time they meet the uncertainty and fear and hastily covered awe in his eyes grows. What are you?

Methos smiles. Just a man.

But the boy inside remembers that village burning, the crackle of ozone, desolate wastes, and a whispered promise.

Now the boy is a man, an angry man, but all the rage flows from his features as he catches sight of the Horseman, the one true, unchanging thing in his universe. "It's you."

"Me."

And there is quiet in the streets, though the shouting hasn't stopped, and a lost god with a hammer cannot break the spell of calm that has descended upon them all.

Methos smiles, and stretches out his hand.

Loki comes to it like he had so long ago.

"I live because you wish it?" Questioning, hopeful.

"Yes."

You are mine, child, you live and die on my whim. And no others.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Dracula, Renfield, Origins of madness.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Black Butler, Sebastian, origins.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist (manga or Brotherhood), Kimblee + Envy, first meeting.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hellsing, Integra, what happens when she's turned into a vampire.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Sherlock/Doctor Who, Sherlock as the Master, he has a pocket watch...

Filled! (WARNING: Spoilers for the S2 finale of BBC Sherlock!)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

No matter how bored he gets, how dull people become, no matter how frustrating John can be … Sherlock has never opened The Watch.

He asked Mycroft about it once, just after he'd moved to London, set up on Baker Street. Mycroft had dismissed it as a family heirloom, their great-grandfather's or some such, and added that it had been stuck shut since the Great War and that there was no point in opening it up.

For some reason, Sherlock has been satisfied with that answer. With anything else, he would have conducted chemical tests, gone to historians and experts, pried it apart with delicate tools or, in a fit of rage, smashed it.

But Sherlock has kept it shut. He keeps it close, though, around his neck on a chain or in the pocket of his huge coat. He rolls it around in his fingers during particularly difficult cases, and finds that it helps his mind to focus, helps to block out the drone of the dull, boring world around him that's trying to distract him from the fascinating mystery he's unraveling.

Moriarty is dead. Moriarty is dead and John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade are going to be dead too, unless Sherlock does something.

Sherlock steps up onto the edge of the roof. It's a long way down. The fall will kill him, Moriarty's men will see him and call off the assassins. He has to trust that they will.

Sherlock's hand automatically goes to the watch in his pocket. He takes it out, and, without really understanding why, clicks the button on the side. To his shock it opens up.

What he sees makes him fall, but by the time he hits the ground he knows that he's not going to die. He's never going to die, not if he keeps stealing more regenerations.

Sherlock is gone, but the Master has returned.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Hastur/Ligur, how they managed to keep a relationship in Hell was nothing short of a miracle.

Interpret as you will:

[enochia.livejournal.com]

any, any, nipple

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Sirens, Ash/Stuart, Three times the kiss was awkward and one time it wasn't.

Sirens, Ashley Greenwick / Stuart Bayldon, 3 + 1 Kisses

[tiramisunshine.livejournal.com]

One.) Rachid dares them to do it. The ambulance is full of uncomfortable tension and self-defensive sniping, because they both want something and won’t even admit it to themselves, much less to each other, much less just fucking give into it already. So there it is: a stupid, oxymoronic dare that the only way to prove that they don’t want to get it on is to kiss, because if they did they wouldn’t, right? Point to Rachid, who is right, but also: fuck Rachid, who is both right and annoying enough that they finally do it just to get him to shut the fuck up. It’s an angry, awkward, horrible peck of tight lips and glaring, open eyes, while Rachid cackles and faux-gags in the back of the ambulance like a schoolboy.

Two.) Ashley has had a shit day. A properly shit day. It’s built and built and all of his inner reflections and cool stoicism have boiled over. He’s turning the air at the bar blue, gesturing with his bottle and furrowing his brow, looking indignant and delicious in that stupid white tee of his, and Stuart, who is a little bit drunk but not really drunk enough for it, abruptly kisses him mid-rant. Ash flinches away, pushing at his shoulder and sloshing beer on Stu’s jeans with a startled “the fuck, mate?” and Stu makes some stupid quip about how it shuts people up in movies and Ashley tells him to fuck off, but laughs, even if it’s an uncomfortable sort of laugh. They pretend it didn’t happen. Thank fuck.

Three.) It’s the morning after their first night together, and Ashley kisses him good morning, because he feels he ought to, because it’s kind of the natural thing to do. Except what comes natural regarding strange men in clubs does not apply to your best mate, who looks sleepy and startled, and you’re both left feeling like self-conscious teens in the bright light of morning. Stuart’s morning wood is pressed against his hip and he’s dead certain he’s sporting a fucking hickey for Christ’s sake, but somehow a kiss is too fucking intimate and they don’t have the horny rush of last night’s giving-in to disguise what’s really happening here. “I should go,” Stu says, apologetically, and Ash agrees, and they both file this away as a one-time-only mistake.

Four.) They just want to sleep, but the human body is a hot mess of chemicals and imperfections, so instead they’re sitting on Stuart’s couch sometime between their last shift and dawn, bone-deep exhausted and unable to do anything about it. Queen is thumping away on the stereo system, and they’re both slouched low, heads tipped back. Stu has been quietly mumbling along with Freddie, and Ash has been craving a cigarette in a low-key way that isn’t strong enough to make the effort. A perfect high note is too much for a sleepy mumble, and Stuart gives up, turning to blink slowly at Ash, who blinks slowly in return.

“Shit,” Stu breathes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” Ash agrees, and they both know exactly what to.

“I hate this.”

“Join the fucking club, mate.”

They sigh, a simultaneous noise of exhaustion and need.

“Just... say yes,” Stu requests, full of Stu bluntness.

“Fuck yes,” Ash agrees, and Stuart kisses him deeply, languidly, for a thousand years.

“Shit,” Ash grins, proper pleased.

“Shit,” Stuart breathes, worry lines appearing.

Ash kisses him to shut him up, because that’s what people in the movies do, and because he wants to, and because Stuart wants him to. No one laughs, and no one shoves, and no one runs away. They wake some hours later, tangled up on the couch together, Stuart’s hands warm under Ashley’s stupid white tee and Ashley’s stubble scratching his throat, and they kiss some more, though it’s past dawn and the room is full of morning light. It’s sleepy and it’s intimate and it’s anything but awkward.

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Danny/Jackson, first time kissing a boy

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

author's choice, any, Without begging for mercy to anyone, I'll burn in Hell's fire while laughing.

My damned soul to keep (Black Butler)

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

There is a trail of bodies in London, and they lead to Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

And now, they end. The vengeance is complete.

See a child dressed in fine clothes. One eye is vivid blue, the other is imprinted with the purple, faintly glowing image of a stylised pentacle. He is still, his eyes are distant and cold. He is Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

A footstep falls behind him, loud in the silence of the lavish room. He turns to see his butler, who smiles with hungry eyes, and he knows that the noise of the footfall was deliberate.

"Sebastian," he says. "It's over."

It isn't really a question, but Sebastian, his eyes red like hellfire, answers anyway. "Yes."

Ciel laughs, but it is not a happy sound. It is cold and empty.

"Make it hurt," he says.

The butler's eyes widen, just for a moment, and then he goes down on one knee. His head lowers and his back bends in a seemingly demure bow. "Yes, my lord," he says.

Ciel's smile is like razorblades and shards of ice.

Sebastian steps close, a white-gloved hand closes over Ciel's shoulder. Ciel goes silently where he is lead, that half-broken smile still stretched across his face. He laughs as he sprawls over an armchair. It is that same cold, empty laughter.

He continues to laugh as Sebastian leans over him.

The white gloves slide easily from Sebastian's hands, drop without care to the plush carpet.

There is nothing human about Sebastian's eyes, now.

Ciel continues to laugh as Sebastian draws out his soul and swallows it down.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

marvel, Thor/Loki, "Kin against kin is like fighting a darkened mirror. Even if you win, you'll bleed. Who can bleed longest; that's the question."

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Tolkien, Galadriel, I can read minds and nothing I have ever seen suggests that suffering ennobles.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, any, The outlaw had mercy. You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Spiderman + The Avengers, Peter isn't used to being taken care of. So far it always had been him against the world

Filled: The Apprentice

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

When Peter wakes up, he freaks the hell out. He's in a strange room, on a strange bed, with a strange man staring down at him. And worst of all? He's not wearing his mask. Blown cover + stranger danger = Peter leaping up onto the ceiling.

"Whoa, kid! Calm down!" the guy yelps, holding up his hands in an attempt at looking non-threatening.

"Screw that! Who the hell are you? Where am I?!" Peter doesn't wait for an answer and starts to scramble towards the door … and then falls down in a heap on the bed when pain radiates up his side and he can no longer cling to the plaster.

"Oh … oh fuck …" Peter moans.

"It's not a good idea to be moving around much right now, judging from the injuries you sustained before we arrived. You took on half an army on your own to save those people. You're very brave, kid."

"Not a kid," Peter growls, pushing himself up and getting the wall behind his back. "I'm Spider-Man."

"Indeed. But please, neither I nor my teammates wish you harm. We want to help you. I only removed your mask because you were bleeding from the head and I wanted to make sure it wasn't serious head trauma. And we had no idea you were so … young."

"Who are you?!" Peter demands, aware that falling from the ceiling has caused his leg to start bleeding through what looks like high-quality bandages.

"My name is Dr. Bruce Banner, and I -"

"What, the physicist who went missing?" Peter blinks.

Dr. Banner looks as surprised as Peter feels. "I … yes, actually. I'm a member of the Avengers."

"Really? Badass!" Peter raises his fist and Bruce tentatively taps it. "But … why am I here? Am I in trouble?"

"Technically, yes, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is sorting things out."

Peter raises his eyebrows, feels crusted blood on his forehead and wrinkles his nose. "Should I be running?"

Dr. Banner laughs. "No, but I asked myself the same question last year. They're … they mean well. The Avengers take care of their own and don't let S.H.I.E.L.D. get too much out of control."

"Okay … what does that mean?"

"What's your name?"

Peter hesitates, but Dr. Banner has already seen his face, and after being unconscious for an untold number of hours, he kinda has no choice but to trust him now. It's too late. "Peter. Peter Parker."

"Well, Peter, considering your youth and heroism, the NYPD will likely be persuaded to drop all charges against you and repeal any warrants out for your arrest. If you agree to either hang up your mask, or join the Avengers."

"Awwww, come on, Bruce! I wanted to make the offer!" and Tony freaking Stark walks into the room and makes Peter's jaw drop. Dr. Banner, ok, cool scientist who apparently works with the Avengers, but Tony Stark?! Peter's brain kind of freezes for a second.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Niles/Daphne+their child(ren), When the kids want a dog of their own, it brings back bittersweet memories.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Jonny Quest/Fullmetal Alchemist, Jonny+Edward(+Alphonse or any from either series), Blond genius kids have more fun.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS, Uhura+any, Promotions

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki/Tony, "The sequel's never as good as the original."

Fill: Sequels (WARNING: non-con, knifeplay, SPOILERS for The Cabin in the Woods)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

This is a sequel to this fic. (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/393480.html?thread=66164488#t66164488)


"Oh come on!" Tony groaned as he, once again, found himself awake at 3am with a demigod holding a knife to his throat. "A little originality wouldn't kill you!"

"No, but it will kill you, Stark. Now, where were we?" Loki flipped Tony over with frightening ease. "Ah, yes, I believe you mentioned the 'Scream' films last time. I marathoned them. They dipped significantly in quality after the second installment, unfortunately."

Tony decided to take this moment to try and elbow Loki in the face. It didn't work, Loki dodged and pinned Tony's arm down, but at least he'd tried.

Undeterred, Loki continued, "Apparently this is a common phenomenon with slasher movies. There are, after all, only so many surprise twists and secret killers one can pull out of the woodwork, and only so many creative deaths." The knife pressed against the side of Tony's neck. "So many options, and you only have one life to snuff out."

Tony felt his clothes being pulled off, even though Loki's hands were occupied with pinning down his wrist and holding the knife. Goddamn magic.

"I suppose I'll have to get creative with everyone else. The archer, the woman, the monster, the soldier, and my dear brother. I think I'll make the archer kill the woman, and make the soldier watch."

Tony felt his stomach roil at the thought of any of that. Trying to kill Natasha had almost destroyed Clint, but actually killing her? If he couldn't kill Loki in retaliation, Clint would throw himself off a building. And Steve … Tony didn't want to think about what something like that would do to Steve.

"But, as the rules dictate, the whore must die first. The internet recommend I watch The Cabin in the Woods after I finished the Scream series. The metaphor for the audience as a god demanding blood sacrifices was quite clever. I think I shall watch it again after I'm through with you. There are things I am sure I missed."

Tony blinked, latching onto something that wasn't the realization that Loki's knife was trailing down his bare back and making a shallow cut along his lower ribcage.

"Do you wanna … watch that together?"

"Now?" the knife paused, lodged in Tony's skin.

"Well, yeah. I'm not busy." Tony tried to shrug and bit back a whimper of pain. The knife stung.

"Is this some kind of trick, mortal?"

"Hey, you're the magical god with the knife, you tell me who's go the power in this situation! I'd just like to watch a good movie before I die. I never actually got around to watching that one."

"Truly?" Loki sounded aghast. "I hesitate to praise Midgardian entertainment, but I found it to be quite intelligent and humorous."

[enochia.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, waking up married

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Avengers. Clint/Phil Clint/Natasha

Clint woke up with the hangover from hell. His eyes burned, his head had a rendition of Japanese drums banging inside it, his teeth felt like they each had wool socks on, and his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"Oh god," he groaned as he rolled over and it felt like he was on high seas. Rubbing his hand over his face he caught sight of a gold bad on his ring finger. "What the fuck is this?" he yelled, regardless of his head spinning.

"What?" Tasha grumbled next to him.

"This!" he exclaimed rolling over and holding his hand in front of her face.

"We got married last night tell me at least remember that much."

"I can't be married to you, I'm already married."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Blackadder/Doctor Who, Blackadder + Baldrick + The Doctor, doctor whom?