Saturday free for all

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Today's Saturday, so post all your free for all prompts. Y'all know the rules; have fun!

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7th Heaven, Martin Brewer, the time he lived alone before moving in with his aunt

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7th Heaven, Annie + Martin Brewer, how to parent a child that’s not yours

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7th Heaven, Simon/Martin, a decade on, they have something to tell the family

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Castle/Teen Wolf (TV), Derek, Derek spent his time in New York as a student at Julliard

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Teen Wolf (TV)/7th Heaven, Derek + Laura, Laura took Derek and ran to Glen Oak and their human aunt after the fire

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The Adventures of Tintin, Thomson/Thompson, two by two

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The Adventures of Tintin, Calculus/Haddock, no one says out loud why Calculus lives at Marlinspike Hall but everyone knows why.

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Revolution/Walking Dead (TV), Miles Matheson/Daryl Dixon, dangerous.

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Any, Any, acting the goat

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Cabin Pressure, Douglas/Carolyn, "You really know how to impress a girl."
"Good thing there isn't a girl present."

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Rise of the Guardians/author's choice, Jack + any, he/she swore something or someone was out to get him/her, that had been the third patch of ice he/she had slipped on that morning.

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Blue Valentine, Cindy/Dean, reunion

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Supernatural, any, any; laughter is the best medicine

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The Sandman / MCU, Dream + Loki, Dream saves Loki. The Asgard counterpart this time.

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The Sandman / Angel Sanctuary, Death/Uriel, the job can be awful, but fortunatly she has her personal angel

Death's Angel (1/2)

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Everyone knows that Death will come in the end. Even those who seem to refuse it, who rail against it, know enough to run from something.

What many don't realise is that Death comes in the beginning as well. She is the one who infuses life.

She comes for every living thing, at both the beginning and the end. She comes for angels and demons as well, although angels are something of a unique case.

A newborn archangel breathes in their first breath, stretches wings that are deep brown like earth. Sanguine juice dribbles from the corner of their mouth, leavings of a fruit from the tree of life. The young archangel meets Death's gaze, smiles happily.

With gentle hand she brushes a stray lock back from the newborn angel's face. "Until later, little one," she murmurs, and then she is gone.

She felt the connection from the moment the angel drew their first breath. That one will be an Angel of Death, but for now she shall leave them to grow on their own.

That isn't to say she doesn't look in on them every now and then. Uriel, the little angel is called, as that one learns and grows in Heaven.

And then Alexiel rebels. Alexiel is captured, and dragged before Uriel for judgment.

Uriel, who loves her.

Death comes to watch, but no one looks to the spot where she stands. She might as well not be there at all.

She watches as a moment of rage comes over Uriel, so that he sentences the woman he loves to a horrific fate. From now on, Alexiel will reincarnate over and over, and every single life will be wrought with great difficulty, and every single death will be agony.

Death sees Uriel's horrified regret moments later, as what he has done sinks in, but it is too late to take it back. The judgment has been made and heeded.

She walks up to him, and stands quietly with her hands linked in front of her. No one stops her, no one notices her.

Except for Uriel. Some of the aghast blankness leaves his gaze, just a little. He starts to open his mouth, but she places a finger to her lips. Perhaps without knowing why, he obeys and keeps his silence.

She smiles sadly, compassionately. "Hello, Uriel. If you want to talk, I can be found in Hades, sooner or later."

She slips away through the gathered crowd of angels, who notice only enough to shiver when she brushes past them. Uriel tracks her movements until she leaves his sight, surprise and wonder taking up residence alongside the ocean of guilt and despair that has flooded him.

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The Silmairllion, Feanor, elves don't have gender issues, when it comes to bearing children and Feanor takes his share of pregnancies

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Les Miserables, Enjolras & Grantaire, Idealism is what precedes experience; cynicism is what follows. (David T. Wolf )

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Supernatural, Dean, I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me they are wonderful things for other people to go on. (Jean Kerr)

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any, any, Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal. (Albert Camus)

Little Fill: Assassin's Creed (post-Bro'hood) Ezio + Leo fluff

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"Leonardo!" Ezio threw his arms wide for his friend's embrace.

"Ezio. So good to see you," Leonardo said softly.

"Is anything the matter, amico? What brings you to Isola Tiburina?" Ezio grinned, drawing the artist into the gallery.

Leonardo shook his head. "Nothing important, amico mio, I simply... I am just... I tire of pretending for my clients."

"Pretending?" Ezio frowned. "How do you mean. I have not seen you pretend. Have I?"

Leonardo shook his head and chuckled. "You and I, Ezio, we do not pretend to one another. And for that I am eternally grateful. But Salaì is young and reckless, and Roma... Roma is nothing like Firenze, when it comes to men like us."

Ezio sat on a cushioned bench and drew Leonardo down with him. "I don't understand."

Leonardo gave him an exasperated look. "There is a reason the Germans call men like us Florizzers, Ezio. The powers that be there look the other way - unless there is a profit to be made from publicly shaming us."

"Us?" Ezio looked truly confused.

"Yes, Ezio. Us. Men who prefer other men. ANd my clients keep trying to foist their daughters upon me, and I must tread a careful line so that the poor girl feels she has my attention but is not encouraged in a flirtation. For I would hate for any young lady to be hurt by my ... inability to be attracted to her. And yet, if my clients were to suspect that I *am* a ... Florizzer ... my career as an artist would be at an end. And Ezio, sometimes, sometimes it is exhausting, all this pretending, all the calculation." Leonardo leant his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

"And Salaì..." Ezio prompted.

"Ah, my Gian Giacamo is utterly fearless when it comes to such matters. I suspect that even were he taken to court he would proposition the judge," Leonardo chuckled softly, smiling fondly.

And Ezio remembered something from early in 1476, the memory of which had been blotted out by the deaths of his family.

"You were taken to court, weren't you?"

"I was, yes." Leonardo had tensed. "I had trusted the wrong people with the secret of my... base nature."

Ezio thought for a long minute. "Why did you trust me?"

Leonardo shrugged. "It is much easier to trust than not to trust. Takes less effort. Besides, you and I... we had our fun, did we not?"

"We did," Ezio nodded, "and I am glad. It would be so much worse to have lived my life without loving you."

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A/N: It is my headcanon that Ezio is completely bisexual and has no idea that some people are either hetero or homosexual. I think Leo understands this and wishes Ezio was one or the other. Good thing he has Salaì! 

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any, any, love is never going to be comfortable

(BtVS/AtS. Heavily AU. Armistice 1/2.) Buffy/Angelus

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When she recovered conciousness, Buffy found herself in the last place she had ever expected to see again. The room he'd claimed for himself at the Crawford mansion. "I should have burned down this dumpster," she muttered, well aware that he would be close by, listening. Angelus would never deprive himself of the chance to catch her during a weak moment.

Indeed his voice was quick to respond, "You never appreciated classical architecture."

She could picture the surly frown on his features. Soul or no soul, he had always sulked when someone critiqued his preferences. Keeping the residual drowsiness at bay, Buffy lifted herself to her elbows, pleasantly surprised when her movement wasn't restricted by any bonds. In her experience, a bed and Angelus in the same room had fifty-fifty odds of knots that could take hours to undo. "Perhaps if I'd been given a proper tour before being drugged and packed off."

"You weren't supposed to wake up until we were out of the state," he parried back, as if it were her fault that he'd miscalculated that first dosage.

She had scooted to the edge of the mattress, but had to throw a glare in his direction at that comment. "Pardon me for having inhuman recovery time. I shouldn't have assumed that you already knew." She made to climb off the bed, but the distance from the floor gave her pause. She should have guessed he would import to Sunnydale one of the massive constructions he so liked; four feet off the ground, give or take an inch.

"Here."

He offered his hand to help her up.

Anyone else would have bristled at the presumption. Or hesitated, at least.

Buffy wrapped her fingers around his wrist and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "God. I hate taking hits to the head," she murmured, her eyes closed, needing a moment to recover her equilibrium. She didn't loosen her grasp; neither did he step aside. Instead, both of them waited until she had steadied herself.

Once she felt capable of starting her way to the temporary headquarters she and the guys had put together, she stepped away from him. "Did you bring my baby, too?"

He nodded to the side of the bed, where her scythe stood propped against the wall. "You need to practice your defense."

She headed for her weapon, answering almost automatically. "I thought that the best defense was merciless slaughter."

Angelus gave her an appreciative look, clearly pleased that she remembered their old conversation. "And you have finally managed to become merciless?" At her silence, he smiled. "Don't fret, darling. I'm sure the next Slayer will fill that requirement."

Buffy paused, her hand inches from the sword hilt. She turned around toward him and saw the answer to her question before she'd voiced it. "Faith found you?"

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any, any, Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly. (M. F. K. Fisher )

Diner Breakfast - rated G

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“Wow, you two must have been hungry!” their waitress exclaims, looking at the remains of eggs, bacon, hash browns and pancakes. She refills their coffee cups asking, “Can I get’cha anything else?”

“No, thank you, Emma, it was great.” Dean tells her, smiling as she leaves. “Hey, you gonna eat this?” he asks as he swipes a piece of Cas’ sourdough toast.

“No, please eat take it, Dean, I know you’re hungry. And you must have been tired, you slept over seven hours last night,” Cas notes. “Not that I kept track or anything.”

“Yeah, well, I hate those freaking changelings. Nasty fuckers and tough to kill. Glad you were there to help us, Cas.”

“You’re welcome, of course, Dean. I’m glad I can be of help to you on your hunts,” he says as he pushes the rest of his toast and honey towards Dean.

“Let me ask you a question, Cas,” Dean says leaning forward. “You don’t sleep, right? So your vessel doesn’t need any downtime after something like the last couple of days?”

“No, I don’t sleep as you do.” Castiel looks around the coffee shop and takes a sip of coffee. “I spend some time by myself – the best way to describe it so you would understand would be meditating. Twenty minutes refreshes me, both physically and mentally.”

“Cool. So you don’t need to sleep, but you do eat. Not all the time, but you eat with us some times,” he say smiling down at the table laden with empty plates.

Cas smiles at Dean. “I like eating with you. And Sam, too, of course. My vessel doesn’t need food, but…I enjoy sharing time and food with you. When you’re relaxed and not on guard. So technically, no, my body doesn’t need it. But still, I need it sometimes. It’s an indulgence I allow myself.”

Dean can’t help but grin. “Good, that’s good, Cas. Oh, I have one more question then.” He leans across the table and gestures for Cas to come closer. “Okay, so you don’t need to sleep, and you don’t need to eat, but sometimes you do. So, do you go to the bathroom? I mean, do you need to poop? ‘Cause if you don’t, that would be awesome!”

“Excuse me, Miss Waitress? Check, please?”

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13.2

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Les Miserables, Enjolras, The crowd gives the leader new strength. (Evenius)

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any, any, "The Stranger" - Melissa Ferrick (song (http://youtu.be/ILBymKkQys4)/lyrics (http://melissaferrickfan.tripod.com/freedom/thestranger.htm))

Definitely claiming this!

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Love that song.
Trying to find an angle. Be back soon.

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X-Files, Scully+/Mulder, The Oxford Comma debate

Fill: "The Oxford Comma Debate"

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Note: Post series

“That’s as ridiculous as the Oxford comma debate, Scully.”

She folded her arms, eyebrow arching. “I beg your pardon?”

Mulder leaned back in his chair, making the springs sing with his new position. “Surely you know the debate, about whether a comma is necessary at the end of a list or not. The example goes something like, ‘Molly filled her picnic basket with a pair of plates – comma – utensils – comma – two wine glasses and food for her picnic lunch.’ The debate is whether a comma should go between ‘glasses’ and ‘and’.”

“And you find that ridiculous?” Scully asked.

“I find it pedantic,” Mulder said, reaching for a pencil and spinning it in his hands. He glanced at the ceiling, where more yellow pencils decorated the tile like so many rubber-tipped porcupine quills. “And yes, ridiculous, truth be told.”

Scully pursed her mouth. “I see. And my theory of this,” she nodded at the paper clipping Mulder had on his desk, “is ridiculous, as well?”

Mulder smiled faintly, spreading his hands wide.

“Remind me again why I decided to leave behind a relatively promising career with the FBI to live with you?”

“My boyish charm, good lucks, and porn collection?”

Scully rolled her eyes, walking out of Mulder’s office. “Yeah,” she called over her shoulder, “that’s definitely it.”

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Law and Order: SVU, Olivia (gen or pairing), She's been here far too long, but it's way too late to quit.