Thursday: Joy

[lilyleia78]

Thanks so much for the great week. I hope you’ve had as much fun as I have.

Time to end on a high note. My last theme is Joy. It comes in many forms – weddings, births, riches, rewards, coffee in bed, and snuggles on the couch. Find out what gives your characters joy and give them some bliss to end the week.

Please be kind to your codemonkeys and use the proper formatting for your prompts (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
SG1, Jack/Daniel, And when the future hinges on the next words that are said, don't let logic interfere, believe your heart instead ~ Philip Robinson
Buffy, Andrew/Xander, breakfast in bed

Remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row, and please limit yourselves to 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

No joy here? Give a Lonely Prompt a home.

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[lilyleia78]

SG1, Jack/Daniel, And when the future hinges on the next words that are said, don't let logic interfere, believe your heart instead ~ Philip Robinson

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, And when the future hinges on the next words that are said ...

[jd-junkie.livejournal.com]

Jack hated airports. He hated the noisy bustle and the piles of luggage and tearful goodbyes that lurked around every corner. The happy arrivals never seemed to balance out the sadness of people letting go of loved ones.

He acknowledged that his views were colored by the number of times he’d said goodbye to Daniel in airport concourses; different airports, same sense of loss. Staid, stilted, appropriate goodbyes, full of pats on the shoulder and, god, once, even a shake of hands, when all he really wanted to do was grab him in the tightest fucking hug and refuse to let him go.

He figured that was why they said unspoken goodbyes in bed; gentle touches of the face, sad smiles that said, “We’ll be OK. It won’t be too long. You know I don’t want to leave.”

But this departure was the worst of all.

Daniel leaving Washington for Colorado was bad enough.

Daniel leaving for Egypt, Daniel leaving for nine months, was unbearable.
Jack had tried to understand why it was happening, why it was necessary. Adria, Merlin, exhaustion, nights filled with tears and frustration and desperate fucking that couldn’t give Daniel what he needed.

“I need some time. To be me. I’ve been granted a licence for a dig at Dahshur north. I’ll be working alone. Don’t be angry. You haven’t failed me and you haven’t lost me.”

But Jack was losing him. He’d been losing him inch by inch since Landry called him and told him Daniel was missing.

“You got everything? Passport, tickets, small digging implements?” They were standing in the midst of a maelstrom of people. This wasn’t how Jack wanted it do go down.

Daniel smiled. He looked tired. He looked sad. “Yes. Checked and re-checked.” He hoisted his laptop bag further onto his shoulder.

“You’ll call when you get there?” Jack shoved his hands in his pockets to stop him from reaching for Daniel and hauling him from the terminal.

“Yes, mom.”

Jack nodded, then pursed his lips. “You’re sure about this?” Say no, just … say no and I’ll take you home and I’ll do whatever it takes …

Daniel nodded, and when tears appeared in his eyes, he frowned and turned his head away sharply.

The announcer called his flight.

“That’s me,” Daniel said, sounding shocked, like he couldn’t quite believe it was happening.

Daniel was going. He was leaving. He picked up his carry-on bag, body rigid with tension. He seemed lonely when he wasn’t even alone. God, this wasn’t right. Say the word, Daniel …

“I’ll call. I promise.”

And Jack couldn’t even touch him, because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to let go. So he nodded, dredged up a smile and watched Daniel turn and walk away.

One step, two, three four ….

“Daniel,” he called, his voice calm and certain, everyone else melting away, fading into a sepia background of total inconsequence along with the rest of his life. “Where do I get a ticket?”

[lilyleia78]

Buffy, Andrew/Xander, breakfast in bed

[angary.livejournal.com]

He didn't want to wake up. Not this morning, not ever. Unfortunately, the gentle prodding of the top of his head wasn't going to quit anytime soon.

"Go 'way," he moaned, squirming to bury himself deeper underneath the covers and away from the blinding light that shone through the window. "'M busy."

"Busy. Right. Look, Buffy needs us downstairs, so hurry up and eat this before it gets cold."

Xander stopped moving around. He sniffed, then lowered one corner of the blanket.

"Andrew?"

He grinned. "Whom did you expect?" Then he faltered a little, averting his gaze and muttering, "Who? Whom? Whom did you.."

"Well, Buffy, actually. Or Willow, or any of the new girls."

"Ah." Andrew nodded sagely. "The nuggets. That's what I call them sometimes. It's a BSG thing - I mean, I got it from that show. Kara calls the new fighters 'nuggets', which I didn't really understand at first, because to me they weren't physically small - well, except for Kat, of course - but then I realized that it was supposed to be metaphorical after I watched that one episode..."

Xander was too busy eyeing the plate Andrew held to listen to the geek's rambling, or to even say anything about Andrew sitting on the bed with him.

No, no. It was okay. Andrew had food, so he could stay and blabber about whatever he wanted, just this once. Xander sat up next to him, moving to take the delicious-looking meal, but Andrew paused mid-tangent to change the plate to his other hand and held it away from Xander.

"Oh, come on!"

"Say, 'Thank you, Andrew'."

"Thank you, Andrew," he repeated mockingly, and made another swipe at his promised breakfast.

"Hey, I went to a lot of trouble to make this for you, Mister!" Andrew snapped as he shot off the bed (but not too quickly). "Rosalie said you could go downstairs to have a bowl of cereal, but I put my foot down, and I said -", here he snatched the food away as Xander pawed at it again, "I said 'No! Do you know how hard he's been working for all of us? He deserves to have breakfast in bed!'"

Xander stopped. He rested back on his haunches, still making sure to cover himself with his blanket because... well.

"Hey," he blurted out suddenly, after suffering a few moments of awkward silence. "Wanna share with me?"

Andrew blinked in mid-fume. He visibly shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Unsurprisingly, the look of melodramatic indignation melted away swiftly, and the expression was replaced with a happy smile.

"'Kay! Just wait until you taste my pancakes. Ronnie said they're delicious!"

He sat back down, proceeding to make himself comfortable for the meal.

Xander sighed to himself as Andrew began to prattle on about his adventures in cooking.

Then, Xander realized that the sigh was turning into a chuckle, and soon, it was a genuine laugh.

He rearranged himself so that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed with Andrew, and, despite the occasional glance he caught Andrew giving him, despite the way Andrew insisted on feeding Xander at least a spoonful of the omelette he'd been so proud of making, despite his constant, constant talking...

Xander couldn't deny that he was in total bliss.

[lilyleia78]

SGA, John/Rodney, The heart has reasons that reason does not understand. ~ Jacques Benigne Bossuel

[ribbon-purple.livejournal.com]

“Just tell me one thing, Mer,” Jeannie asked as she handed Rodney a clean, soapy dish for him to rinse and dry.

“Hmm?” He replied absently, most of his attention focused on inspecting the dish in his hands.

“Why?”

“What? What do mean ‘why’?

“Why John? Why give up a chance to have family, a normal life, a …an actual future with Jennifer for a relationship you can’t even acknowledge in public without fear of …. Just…why?!”

Rodney stared silently at her for a moment, his face a mixture of affection and pity. Then, with a small smile playing at the corner of his crooked mouth he said simply, “Because I love him.”

[lilyleia78]

House, House/Wilson, Happiness isn't boring

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, simple things please simple minds

Simple things please simple minds, Merlin, Merlin/Arthur

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Arthur laughs when Merlin reaches out his hand and forms shapes out of the sparks and smoke floating up from their campfire. He grins at Merlin when Merlin produces the last of the summer-berry pastries from the kitchens to go with his supper.

He runs a discrete hand down the line of Merlin's back and shoot him a quiet smile when Merlin has his armour all ready for him, or when Merlin has a hot bath waiting for him after he's trained with his knights for hours on end on the coldest, most miserable days of the winter months.

And Merlin grins his brightest when Arthur gives him that half-annoyed/half-terribly amused smirk. He sighs contentedly when Arthur pulls him in close, petting him and tracing patterns on his skin in the fire and candle light.

He gets a funny, fluttering feeling in his stomach when Arthur praises him for anything - a chore done to Arthur's pleasing or anything small enough that Merlin would think it was beneath the Prince's notice until Arthur remarks on it.

And they curl together under the blankets in Arthur's bed to while away the cold winter nights with the fire banked high and the wind and the snow and the rain howling outside and battering at the windows, and Arthur watches as Merlin lies pillowed on his chest and recreates the constellations on the ceiling.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jensen/Danneel, Danneel pops the question

Follows "I'm a Little Fond of You"

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

The baby is almost a year old when Danneel pops the question.

Neither one of them really saw the point in getting married when they found out, about the baby. Danneel's head over heels, is still just as infatuated with him as she was when they first got together, but getting married? They never really saw the point.

They got shit from everyone (except for Jared, who was too busy buying baby toys), but Danneel could give a damn what anyone else thinks. She doesn't want to get married and neither does Jensen, and there's no point in doing it.

Except, now she kind of wants to. They live together, they have a kid together, and well. She wants all of it. She wants to get their family and friends together in one room and do it properly.

Maybe, deep down, she's a little romantic.

When she does it, it's a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Jensen's in the living room with the baby, keeping them both entertained while she takes some time for herself, lounging in the backyard with a book. She can hear the baby giggling, Jensen doing those stupidly adorable voices, and she can't concentrate anyway. She pushes her sunglasses off her face as she walks inside, throwing her book on the counter. She watches the two of them together and realizes she has a family, like for real, and it kinda hits her then what that actually means.

"Let's get married." She rests her hands on the back of the sofa, and Jensen looks up from the baby, eyes wide.

"What?"

"We should get married." She digs her fingers into the cushions, and Jensen gets up from the floor, holding the baby against his hip.

"Are you, I mean. We said..." He's always been pretty bad with words. He can talk about the Cowboys for hours, but ask him about his feelings and Jensen can't seem to get two words out.

"Yea, I know what we said. But. I want to." She bites at her bottom lip and Jensen walks over to her. "And besides, I finally lost all the baby weight, so I'll look totally hot in a dress again."

She grins at him and Jensen laughs, sliding an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.

"Well alright then. Let's get hitched."

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Zeppelin and Pie

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

This was the life, Dean thought as he relaxed after finishing cooking the hamburgers for the barbecue. Retirement definitely had its perks, and he was more than happy to have gotten out of the hunting business early. After stopping the apocalypse, there was nothing more to do than chill out and build a normal life in a quiet little suburb.

He nodded his head to the sounds of Led Zeppelin coming from the stereo. His brother grabbed a slice of pie and then sat down next to him, both of them kicking back in two of the chairs that lined the patio.

It'd been a while since they'd been able to hang out with each other. Not since they stopped hunting regularly. Sam had a girlfriend now, while Dean was always busy with his fiancée.

“How's life been treating you lately, Sam?”

Sam was unusually quiet. He tasted a bite of the blueberry pie, then thought carefully of his next words. Dean could see the worry etched on his face and dreaded what came next. Sam's voice was nearly a whisper, not wanting to let any of his brother's neighbors in on what they were talking about. “I've been having dreams again, Dean. I don't think-- I don't think the supernatural world is done with us yet.”

Dean was just as guarded when he spoke. This was his life now. He didn't want any more distractions from living a peaceful, quiet life; he just wanted him and Sam happy. “Dreams don't always mean something.”

“I think these do.” Sam replied.

“Don't you think we've done enough? We stopped the damn apocalypse, what more does this world want from us?!” A few people stopped from their conversations and looked at them. Dean realized his voice was rising and tried to reign it back in. “I'm done, Sam. I'm done.”

“You don't ever think about going back to that life?”

“No. And you shouldn't either.” Dean stood, leaving his brother sitting there as he walked over to the horseshoe pit in the back of the yard. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over.

Sam followed him. His head was low and voice serious. “I do think about going back to that life, Dean. A lot. I miss it, odd as it sounds. I miss traveling around with you. Weeks go by now and you don't call..”

“Sam, I--”

“And it's not even that, not completely. We were making a difference. We were saving lives. And there is still work to do. There will always be work to do. No matter how many apocalypses we stop, there will always be more work to do. Demons don't rest and neither should we.”

It was strange, kind of ironic-- when Sam left to go pursue a normal life, back when he started college, it was Dean that dragged his ass back into the game. Now Sam was trying to return the favor.. and it was working. Damn him.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bela/author's choice, sometimes it's just a good day

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Bela was only breaking in to the motel room to steal the Colt.

At first.

Things turned decidedly more interesting once she found the boys in the motel bed together. Dean was cuddled up against Sam, both of them naked and sexually spent. Both of them were sleeping, but every so often Dean would talk in his sleep and mumble things like, 'I love you, Sammy' or 'again, again, wanna go again'.

She bit her lip to keep from laughing and pulled a camera from her pocketbook. This was going to be good. Tossing the covers off the bed to fully expose them for the photos, Bela smirked. She spoke softly as to not wake them up before she'd gotten all the blackmail she needed. “Smile for the flash, boys.”

Sam stirred first ever so slowly, not sure of what was going on at first. “What the--”

“What's going on? Are we under attack again?!” Dean followed. He jumped from the bed once he realized she was taking photos, then realized he was still naked and dove for the cover of the blankets on the floor. “Bela! What in the name of hell are you doing here?!”

She gestured to the camera, which he made a dart for but she was too fast and moved away before he could get at it. “Blackmail is the new black, boys.” She glanced over to Sam, who was covering himself with his pillow, which was rather a shame because Bela liked the way he looked when he was naked. Oh well, she already had it on film. “What would you give me not to show these photos to the other hunters? Do you think Bobby knows about your fun little extracurricular activities?”

Dean's eyes narrowed. “I want the camera, Bela.”

She sat down at the desk in the corner of the motel room, crossing her legs. “And I want the Colt, Dean. I suppose we're at an impasse until you cough it up and hand it over.” He made another grab for it, but she held it away from him and added. “Even if you got the camera out of my hands, I've already emailed the photos back to my office. Now: The Colt. You have it. I want it. Gimme.”

Dean crossed his arms and looked at his brother. They were both out of ideas.

Their futile glances made Bela giggle inside.

Sometimes it was just a good day to be a thief.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Tony finally gets what he's always wanted

NCIS, Tony/Gibbs

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Ran long, 'cause that's what I do. ::headdesk:: Also? not very prony, sorry. My first NCIS fic... so be gentle with me... http://just-imriel.livejournal.com/5298.html

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Nathan/Jack, world domination (and Jack making sure it doesn't get TOO out of control)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Jack was not a technophobe. He got on well with Sarah, for instance. Well, sort of.

But the point was, Jack was not some kind of anti-science guy. He believed in knowledge and progress and the power of human reason, and all of that. But reason - and common sense - dictated that some projects at GD should be kept in check. Some questions shouldn't be pursued.

Nathan's questions in particular. Jack figured it out soon after they got together: the reason everyone said Nathan was such a visionary scientist was that every time he found new information, he would ask himself, deliberately and calculatingly, how it might be used to revolutionize the world. Or the universe.

Even in a building full of people who thought nothing of creating new species or altering the known laws of physics, it was Nathan who thought biggest. And disturbingly, Nathan was getting good at prodding the other scientists to think like him.

So when Nathan started mumbling over his papers at the breakfast table, saying that it's never actually been proven that stable gravitation is necessary for life, Carter kisses the back of his neck, tasting the wetness dripping from the recently washed hair, and moves down to Nathan's shoulders.

And when Nathan casually mentions while watching television that if brain-monitoring devices were implanted in every citizen overnight, then there wouldn't be time for legal action to prevent it, Jack resists the urge to yell and accuse and try to convince. He just reaches his hand over to rub Nathan's thigh until Nathan stops talking and grabs Jack's hand and moves it to his crotch.

And when Nathan mentions, when about to go to sleep, that GD funding would be so much easier to guarantee if they sent their hypnotism researchers to DC, Jack makes him lose his train of thought by running his tongue up and down Nathan's sternum, down his taut stomach, and then in circles all over the only part of Nathan's body that has more power than his brain.

And Jack is pretty pleased with himself, and with the sacrifices he makes to protect the world from over-reaching geniuses.

Until one day when Nathan comes home and says, "Hey, Jack. I'm an evil mad scientist who's plotting world domination."

"What?"

"I'm tired, it was a long day, and I don't have the energy to think of something more specific."

"What the hell are you talking about Nathan?"

"You obviously have a thing for mad genius masterminds."

"No I --"

"You get all frisky every time I play the part. And that's fine. But it's hard thinking of new material all the time, Jack. Can't I just say 'the world will tremble at my wrath' and go 'Mwahahahaha' or something? Does it really have to be realistic? .... Where are you going Carter? Are you angry or something?"

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Wolverine, Remy/Wolverine, The joy of letting go

[charlies_dragon]

SPOILER WARNING FOR X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE.
If you haven't seen it yet, please skip this ficlet.






Remy had never let himself rely on anyone, he'd even weaned himself off of believing Jean-Luc would always be there for him. After escaping from the island he'd re-doubled his efforts to remain unattached to anyone, to be in control of everything despite his happy-go-lucky lifestyle. Until he met Logan that was.

When he realised that the other man was serious about taking down Creed, Stryker and their whole operation, he willingly let Logan make the decisions and call the shots. In the few hours that he worked by Logan's side Remy remembered the joys of letting go and just following where life decides to take him.

He stores those feelings and memories away and vows to himself that should he ever see Logan again, he'd let go and see where following Logan takes him.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

Fringe, Walter/Astrid/Olivia/Peter, happy family

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, Eliot is a genie and has to make their fondest wishes come true

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, exhausted sated and snuggling

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Chris' legs are still tangled in the sheets and he's starting to doze when the touch of the cool cloth brings him round again. Steve smiles down at him as he cleans him off, still flushed and more than a little wobbly in the knees. Chris reaches for him, pulling him down and close as soon as he's done and the cloth has gone somewhere else.

Steve stretches out along side him, humming a little to himself as he settles in the bed. It isn't long before Chris falls back asleep, head on Steve's chest and Steve's fingers carding lightly through his hair.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, Show me there is joy in the world

[berryblue-girl.livejournal.com]

~Hope this is what you had in mind~

Morgan was relieved when Hotch had announced to the team that they would get two week off. It had come not a moment too soon, as Reid was still struggling with his experiences with Hankel. He had come clean to Morgan about the Diuladid and promised to start going to NA meetings. But with the great weight of those secrets lifted from his shoulders, Reid still remained distant and withdrawn.

As the team gathered their things to go home, Morgan approached Reid, who was slowly loading his messenger bag. He sat down on the edge of the desk and asked softly, "Got any plans for your break, pretty boy?"

Reid shrugged, some of his soft curls falling in his face, and mumbled, "May go home to visit my mother, not sure."

Morgan decided to risk it and curled the fallen strands behind Reid's ear. "Why don't you come home with me? My mom has been dying to get to know you better."

"I don't know," Reid replied softly. "I wouldn't want to impose on your-"

"Nonsense," Morgan insisted. "My mom would love to have you there. I...would love it."

Reid looked him in the eyes and for an instant, his eyes were alive with emotions Morgan hadn't seen in months. But he broke the gaze quickly and said quickly, "I suppose it wouldn't be such a terrible idea. When do you want to leave?"

Morgan couldn't stop the huge grin from spreading across his face and replied, "The sooner, the better."

~~~~~~~~~~

The first three days there, Reid slept like Morgan had never seen him sleep before. The dark circles that had taken residence underneath his eyes began to lighten and, with Momma Morgan's insistance, he ate something besides candy and bagels. Morgan even let his mom embarass him beyond repair by showing Reid baby pictures and horrible school headshots. But it was worth the burning cheeks to see Reid smile a little more with each story and photo.

The day before they had to leave, Morgan came up behind Reid that morning and said, "I've got something planned for us tonight."

"Oh, what's that?" Reid asked, stirring in some coffee with his sugar.

"I'm taking you to the Navy Pier," Morgan grinned. "My mom used to take me and my sisters there all the time. My favorite ride was the Ferris Wheel."

Reid finally stopped stirring his sickly sweet coffee and took a sip. "Sounds like fun."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, there's nothing like a drink, popcorn and a good movie

[schmooie730.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Sarah, reunion

[hobbit-eyes.livejournal.com]

When Sarah first heard the unforgettable growl of the Impala's engine, she forced herself not to jump out of the sofa and run to the window. This wouldn't be the first time she'd been fooled. Sam had never made any promises about coming back, she reminded herself. There was no reason for him to. They'd only known each other for a few days. Everyone knew you couldn't become that attached to someone in such a short space of time. And if all boys had appeared unnaturally short to her since then, well, it probably had something to do with her shoes.

The growling wasn't fading, but rather intensifying. Still, Sarah forced herself to stay on the sofa. Lots of cars sounded like that, she was sure. Lots of cars sounded like they'd driven to Hell and back, with legions of monsters on their tails, with only two boys and a box of tools to keep them ahead. Any second now, it was going pass her house, and she'd carry on with her day like nothing had happened. Because nothing HAD happened.

The growling stopped. Not because the car had passed her house, she realised. Because it had stopped outside. There were car doors slamming, and voices. Footsteps.

Suddenly Sarah was on her feet, at the front door, tearing it open. And there was Sam, halfway up her drive, frozen mid-step, as though he was as astonished to see her as she was to see him.

She could immediately tell that something terrible had happened. Not necessarily recently, but something had happened to Sam, something that had broken some vital part of him. She saw Dean staying back by the Impala, watching, face unreadable. Something had changed between the two of them.

Sam was looking at her, and as she turned back to him, his face shifted - almost painfully - into a small, almost hopeful, smile. "Hi," he said carefully.

She realised he was waiting for a reply. "Hi," she managed.

"I, uh." He looked down at his feet, then back to her. He almost seemed embarrassed. At what? What had happened since she saw him last? "Dean thought - we've had kind of a rough time lately," he went on, words clearly difficult. "A - a very rough time, actually. So Dean thought - I thought - that we, I could take a few days off, and just... stop by, I'm sorry if we're intruding, we can-"

Sarah took three steps to reach him and stood on tiptoes to kiss him gently on the lips. He looked surprised as she drew away, and smiled up at him.

"It's great to see you," she said. "Do you want to come in? I can get a burger for your brother," she added quickly.

Sam was still staring down at her. Suddenly, his face broke into a smile - such a bright, glorious smile, it was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. Clouds that had been there for a long, long time. Sarah got the feeling he hadn't smiled like that for a long time.

She slipped her hand into his, and he called to Dean, and the three of them went into the house. Whatever had happened, it was on the road behind them. The road went on ahead - but Sam, both of them, could stop here, just for now. Just for burgers.

Sarah knew she'd always be listening for Impala engines.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Terminator:TSCC, author's choice, "take your moments of happiness where you can find them"

Memories, Terminator:TSCC, author's choice, "take your moments of happiness where you can find them"

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

John looked up at the lake house and all he could think about was his uncle. He said once that his father would have loved a place like this, but the times he’ll talk about Kyle Reese are too far between. He understands the need to distance himself from it. He understands the need to keep the memories to himself. He also understands the guilt that Derek feels when he presses the issue and Derek remembers he’s more than just John’s friend, that he’s family. That when he presses John into the mattress and slides slow and smooth and so amazingly gentle, he’s making love to his brother’s son.

“He loved to swim.” Derek says from out of nowhere and John can barely contain his smile. “We used to do it a lot when we were little, but after… there just wasn’t enough safe sources. Things were contaminated and then…” He shrugged as he sat next to John.

“But he loved it. You like swimming John?” Derek asked and there was something odd in his face when he asked.

John gave him a half smile. “Sure. Mom made me learn, like everything else you know, have to be able to survive, but it was one of the things I actually liked.”

Derek’s smile was mischievous then and John wasn’t prepared at all as he found himself pushed off the dock and into the lake. Without warning, Derek was jumping in after him and there was something so damn innocent about Derek’s smile that John didn’t have a choice. He grabbed the man around the neck and kissed him.

Derek’s arms continued moving, keeping them afloat in the water, but he didn’t pull away or try to get away from his nephew. Instead, he swam, letting the happiness of the moment take him away instead of drowning in the memories of the past.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/author's choice, climax

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Casey, Chuck finds the perfect birthday gift that will thrill Casey

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Bon Jovi RPS, Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora, god its good to see you smile

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, wee!eliot, laughter

Laughter, Leverage, wee!Eliot

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

He doesn't like much about being small - doesn't like being left with Maggie or any one of a dozen babysitters while the team goes out of the city on a job, hates it when one of them come home bruised or bleeding because he wasn't there, absolutely detests the patronising pats on the head from strangers he and Nate meet in shops and restaurants and on the street, hates the way he can never stop looking over his shoulder, can never just relax, can't fully let himself trust anyone but Nate, can't sleep with the light off, can't sleep alone, can't cook, can't fight, can't drive, can't crawl through the ceiling space with Parker, can't touch Alec's computers, can't ride a horse, can't go out and get drunk, can't cross the street on his own, can't have any space to himself, can't reach the shower controls, can't reach the windows, can't reach the cupboards without standing on a chair, can'tcan'tcan't...

And then Eliot looks at Nate, sees the happiness in the man's eyes at having a kid around, and Eliot feels something that could be love if his stupid five-mebbe-six-year-old brain was old enough to understand it, and he grins up at Nate, lets Nate tumble him onto the couch or the floor, lets Nate tickle him, the both of them laughing until they're red in the face.

He might hate most everything about this new, smaller life, but Eliot adores it when he gets Nate to laugh like nothing's ever gone wrong in the man's life.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

X-Men, wee!Remy, boys will be boys

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Remy isn't really a kid. When whatever it is that happened, happened, it only changed his body and not his mind. Sure, he gets tuckered out like any seven (ish) year old and needs a nap, but he's still got his powers, he's still got his reflexes. And he's still got his sense of humor.

Which totally explains why Kitty's hands are stained blue. A kid would never be able to accurately predict her ability to phase through walls and floors while at the same time gauging her reaction time to surprises. Sure, he was a little off (only her fingers were supposed to be blue) but timing exploding balloons full of paint is an art.

Scott was next on his hit list. Ok, sure, Scott constitutes most of his hit list. Serves the fils de putain* right for the way he treats Logan. If he were normal, he'd tell the bastard off good and proper. But as it is, the one time he tried that with anybody, they cooed at him and told him how fucking adorable he was doing it. Of course, they probably don't know what "Nom de dieu de bordel de merde! Va t'empaler encule!" even means...

In any case, he got distracted. He caught sight of Pietro doing his thing, and that just demanded a judicious use of magnets. Remy's made a note to himself to set one up again. He'd gotten nearly fifty magnets attached before the poor guy caught on and changed back to his fleshy form. As far as records go, that's just not good enough.

He ran into Bobby next. And he was going to prank the kid, he really was. Until Remy saw how miserable he looked when he thought no one else could see. How he kept looking up, like he wanted to say something to someone that wasn't there, and then his face would fall. So instead Remy just hugged him tight around one knee and refused to let go, turning wide green eyes up at Bobby until the boy couldn't help but grin and chuckle at him.

Just because he doesn't like everyone thinking of him as un enfant, doesn't mean Remy doesn't know how to use it.

Besides, he got a brownie and a can of Coke out of it. He's totally ready to go after Scott...


*son of a bitch
**Goddamn fucking shit almighty! Go fuck yourself!

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RPS/Leverage, goth!steve/goth!chris/were!nate, I think he's laughing AT you...

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They're drunk and a little high, and Chris is playing with the black body glitter he stole of Jared, painting patterns all over Steve's bare chest and back, and maybe a little on his arms. They've discovered, the long slow hard way (and not the fun implications of any of those words), that it's a little easier on Nate if he's... mellowed out when the sun goes down on the first day of the full moon. Usually that means he's drunk, but that makes Chris a little distant and Steve more than a little concerned, so he's tried this their way tonight.

They won't know til tomorrow morning if it helped at all. But as far as Chris can tell, he's pretty well relaxed. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit happy too. He beams over at Nate, who makes a low chuff.

"Think he likes it?" Steve asks, giggling just a little.

"No way," Chris says, snickering a whole hell of a lot. "He's definitely laughing at you."

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Dollhouse, Topher/authors choice, 'i just want to make you happy'

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“I just wanna make you happy.”

Topher gripped the couch and tried to reach for the phone without the Doll noticing. He hated to admit defeat but there was definitely something wrong and now the object of affection was not Mr Baronov, the stupidly rich CEO of a Middle Eastern eugenics company, but…. Him.

“Okay well that’s...kind…but I really think….Oh!” Topher’s mouth gaped as a skilled tongue did its thing and prayed that nobody chose this time for one of their helpful interruptions. The doll started to suck, moaning genuinely as Topher’s body reacted to the attention. “Wha….oh,whoah okay, okay, so this is happening…okay..hmm. Oh sweet twinkling Jesus what are you…oh my God…oh my God I didn’t programme that…”

His head fell back as he came hard, scrunching the doll’s hair in his hands instinctively and then letting go as if he’d been bitten. “Oh my…erm…ahem.”

Two brown eyes stared back at him, wide and sparkling. “Did I make you happy?”

Topher panted, dressing himself with shaking hands and making a mental note to wipe the security cameras before doing anything else. “Yes…yes you did. Now I think you need a treatment. Would you like a treatment Victor?”