Saturday free for all

[tigriswolf]

And now it’s time for the regularly scheduled free for all. Have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, To destroy something, you don’t start at the top. You slide in through the foundations and tear it down from the bottom up.

Arrow // Malcolm Merlyn // PG-13

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His friends and relatives told him that going to the Glades was a mistake, that to do so served only to pick at the scabs in his heart and soul, reopening wounds that had barely started to heal. But wounds needed lancing before one could cleanse them, the better for them to heal properly.

Merlyn stood on the sidewalk, inches from the spot where Rebecca had died, where the police had found his wife's body. Rain sluiced down in sheets, pounded on the black canopy of his umbrella, banged on the roof of the warm car that idled by the kerb, awaiting him.

This was where Rebecca's heart stopped being, where half of his life ended. The mugger had taken two lives that night, the life of her husband as well as her own. She had spent her time here working among the denizens of this place, among their rundown dwellings, trying to help better their lot. And what had they given her in return? Oh, Rebecca had spoken glowingly of the successes she had had, the women she had protected, the children she had helped, and it proved she had spent her time and his money well.

But for these deeds, she had paid with her life. This place to which she had given so much had taken everything from her. This place had torn a hole in his world, had snatched the ground from beneath his feet. She had been his strength and light, the one who had reached into his cool and orderly world and given it warmth and color. She had shown him that all his achievements in business and his clever dealings meant little if he had no heart. She was the huntress who had made him her prize, when he had thought himself the one doing the pursuing. He felt nothing now, only pain in his heart, a blade through his soul.

Well then, if the foundations of his life had been shaken apart, let the same happen here. Letting his umbrella sink behind his shoulders, he raised his head to look up at the buildings around him, the pitted walls of the aging brick buildings, the tenements and the tatty ground-floor shops with rooms to rent above them, the rusting hulks of warehouses, dimmed by the rain. Let it all fall down, let it all be wiped from the face of the city.

((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/181932.html).))

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, there is no honor left in war

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV)/RPF, Derek/Stiles, they go on House Hunters

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles or gen, American Idol AU

Black Sheep - Stiles/Derek - Part One

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This got long so it'll be multiple comments -

Stiles first met Derek Hale during group week. He was the crabbiest fucker Stiles had ever met but once he broke through the shell and got to the meat of who Derek Hale really was they rocked group week. Okay they did more than rock group week, they were considered to be one of the top groups that performed all because Stiles took the time to figure out that Derek could really move an audience if you gave him the strongest lyrics of the song and let him do his thing. Stiles was cool with that.

When they made it to the top twelve, well, Stiles was the only one willing to room with Derek. Derek was an awesome room mate who let Stiles gabber away at him all night while Derek strummed quietly on his guitar trying to get his song arrangements just right.

Making it to the top five was an achievement Stiles never thought he’d make but here he was. He was stuck sitting on the couch with his fingers digging into the fabric waiting to find out the fate of Derek Hale who was in the bottom two.

Ryan Seacrest was the meanest man to live on the planet because he drew it out as long as he could. “And the person leaving us tonight is…”

Stiles felt his heart stutter in his chest because he couldn’t hear over the crowd cheering. He looked straight at Derek trying to figure out if he still had a roomie or not and when Derek Hale actually smiled Stiles was out of his seat and tearing across the stage towards Derek. He probably cut off all the circulation in Derek’s body with how tightly he was holding on to him but he couldn’t help it. That fucking smile made his entire body flush with excitement and he was just so happy that Derek was staying.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles, Heroes AU

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Arrow, Oliver Queen/Tommy Merlyn, a thousand possibilities

Fill pt 1

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Five Times Oliver Almost Had It All


SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SEASON 1





When they are 13, Oliver asks Tommy, "What do you think we'll be like when we grow up?"

Tommy grins. "We'll rule the world, obviously."

"Together?"

"Together."

"Okay. But I get the Pacific."

Tommy laughs and says, “I knew you were going to say that!”; Oliver leans forward, awkward, almost retreats.

Tommy backs away on instinct but then realizes what Oliver is attempting.

He leans in.

It is the first kiss for both of them, although they’ve both told the other that they’ve kissed dozens of girls.

“Okay,” Tommy says, “But if you get the Pacific, you have to take me boating.”

--

When they are 19, Tommy drags Oliver back to their apartment; being the slightly less drunk one entails many responsibilities and Tommy takes them seriously.

He plops Oliver in bed and pulls off Oliver’s shoes and jeans, leaving him to sleep in a T-shirt and boxers. He puts a glass of water and hangover pills on the bed table, and gently tucks a blanket around Oliver’s already-snoring body. He reaches over to tousle Oliver’s hair and say good night.

As he turns away, a hand has gripped his wrist. Oliver had woken up at the touch.

“Don’t go,” Oliver mumbles. He grins, lazy and wide and gently tugs Tommy back toward him. “Sleep here.”

“Not tonight, killer,” Tommy says affectionately, using the nickname Oliver had won by taking down shots of Yaeger.

He pulls the blanket up around Oliver, who looks disappointed.

“When the room isn’t spinning, we’ll talk, okay?” Tommy says, running a hand softly on Oliver’s shoulder. They hadn’t been together in a while, had settled swimmingly into just friends since they started college.

“So we’ll do it tomorrow, right? I’ll hold you to that,” Oliver said.

Tommy rolled his eyes at the cockiness of it. “Sure, Oliver. Tomorrow, we’ll do everything you can think of. But only if you actually remember this conversation.”

--

When Oliver comes back from the dead, for the first few weeks, no one is more of a comfort than Tommy. He doesn’t stare at him with pity or confusion. He doesn’t ask questions that Oliver obviously doesn’t want to answer.

He’s pushy as hell, acting like Oliver should want to do the things they used to do, but Tommy’s smarter than people give him credit for, and Oliver sees that Tommy knows damn well that Oliver isn’t the same. Tommy’s just trying to keep Oliver from spending the next five years hiding in his mother’s mansion.

And Oliver needs that.

Not as much as he needs the hood, the sound of arrows piercing their target. But he needs it still.

The first time after he comes back that Tommy kisses him, Oliver sits perfectly still. The contact – the closeness, the assertiveness even – terrifies him. He is no longer used to any intimacy but violence.

“Sorry,” Tommy says immediately.

“No,” Oliver answers. He swallows. He refuses to be scared of this.

He presses forward, kisses Tommy back, slowly, then faster, rough almost.

They keep going, and Tommy’s shirt is off. Oliver’s hand is on his groin, stroking through the fabric of his pants.

Tommy starts to unbutton Oliver’s shirt.

Then Oliver’s on the other side of the room. Tommy knows about his scars, but hasn’t seen them. Oliver needs to keep it that way.

“Shit. Sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tommy says.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Oliver says, and Tommy stares at him. Oliver knows he must look strange, he must look blank.

Oliver walks out, willing himself to ease his breathing.

--

“Would you give it up if I asked you to?” Tommy asks him, knowing the answer already. Ever since he found out, he talked like the Vigilante wasn’t real, like the real Oliver was the man he used to know.

“No.”

Tommy pauses. “Would you give it up if Laurel asked you?” There is tension in the voice, a dual jealousy.

Oliver knows he should say no.

Instead, he says, “Laurel wouldn’t ask me to.”

--

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The Hobbit, Gandalf/Galadriel, no words need pass between us

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Historical RPF, Horatio Nelson/Thomas Hardy, the star to every wandering bark

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Da Vinci's Demons, Leonardo da Vinci/Zoroaster, "I am not your plaything!"

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Jane Eyre, Jane/St John Rivers, if she had never gone to Thornfield, perhaps they could have been together - but if she had never fled from Thornfield, perhaps they would not have met

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Hemlock Grove, Peter+/Roman, Roman hunts Peter down and drags him back.

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Hemlock Grove, Peter/Roman, Roman is beside Peter when Peter wakes the morning after a full moon.

[contraprose.livejournal.com]

Hemlock Grove, Roman+/any, AU, Roman gets the information about what he is earlier than shown.

[contraprose.livejournal.com]

Iron Man 3, Pepper, Pepper gets some use out of her condition before she's cured.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"That was seriously hot," Tony said. "I mean I know it wasn't meant to be hot, not that it was supposed to be not hot, I mean saving all those people? That was hot. Here, let me replay it to show you how hot you look."

He (actually Jarvis) restarted the "Breaking News" television clip at the moment when Pepper jumped through the glass ceiling to whale on the hostage takers.

Tony smiled. "Hot, right? So like, are you turning yourself on right now, watching yourself like this? I mean it goes without saying that watching me save people is a turn on, but are you like turned on by you?"

Pepper narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"Yes, I saved those people. Yes, I played the superhero. But you know what? I still made the shareholders meeting. Even though the chief shareholder did not."

Tony paused. "Sorry. Got distracted. There was something really good on television."

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Any, any, unrequited

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Any, any, watch me watching you.

Fill: Supernatural, Dean/Cas, The Call

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It began with porn. (According to Dean, many things do.) Castiel had been watching humans since their beginning, interested in the progress of his Father's creations - their great inventions, great losses, greater wars - amused and enthralled by their desire to reach for things they could never hope to achieve. But he had never paid much attention to the individuals, the minutiae of any one person's life.

Until Dean.

And the porn.

It was...fascinating to observe human mating practices. The varied formations of bodies, the many ways in which they interlocked and the often confusing positions . Though he had been told—by Sam, who had taken him aside after a particularly inquisitive bout of questioning that had seen Dean leaving the room in a hurry, his face a truly impressive shade of red (Castiel hadn't known a human could be that color)—that many of the acts shown in porn were more of an exaggerated facsimile of what actually went on between humans.

He had briefly considered observing some individuals in private, but then Dean had been kidnapped by a coven of Druidic witches and he'd dismissed it.

Until tonight. Until the call. It was not...like a normal call. Not like a prayer raised in his name. But he felt that unmistakable urge, that tug in his grace that had him disappearing from the top of a glacier in the antarctic and reappearing in a dimly lit motel room, empty except for Dean, who sprawled on a bed, his shirt raked up and his pants open, his eyes closed and his hand around—


Oh. Castiel averted his eyes. But he had always been too curious for his own good and he found himself looking up, watching intently with what Dean would often called his "perv-stalker face" as Dean ran the thumb of his hand over the tip of his phallus, again and again until his breath came out in a low, vibrating hiss. "Cas."

And that startled Castiel out of his quiet, urged him forward until he stood next to the bed and Dean who, seeming not at all surprised by the presence of the angel looming over him, opened his eyes and held Castiel's gaze until he groaned and shuddered and his spine arched and Castiel's full name fell from his lips like a prayer or a curse.

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Any, any, honor among thieves.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Oliver/Diggle or Felicity, like a dance

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Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, he makes him laugh even when it hurts to move

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Chuck, any/any, roleplay

[daria234.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, I'm embarrassed by how much I love you

Fill: completely consumed (lost in this moment with you), The Following, Mike/Debra, AU)

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When Debra walks into the courthouse, Mike feels his jaw drop. He hasn't seen her yet today, had stayed at the same hotel as his parents last night and for some reason, he'd thought that because it was a small ceremony, that because Debra doesn't like fuss, that she'd go for something simple, something casual. 

Simple it may be, casual it's definitely not. The dress is long and silky, sleeveless with wide straps and a v- neck. There's some kind of sparkly embellishment on the bodice, which pulls in to show off a tiny waist. She's holding a small bouquet of roses, her hair pulled back loosely away from her face and she looks nothing short of breathtaking. 

"Wow," is all Mike can manage and beside him, Ryan chuckles, claps him on the shoulder. 

"Do better," is his simple instruction and as Mike walks over, he's thinking of all the things he can say to her. 

When he's in front of her, the courthouse, Ryan, his parents, her sister, they all fade into the background and all he can see is her, and their future together that was so nearly denied them. 

What he comes out with is this. 

"You look amazing...and I'm embarrassed by how much I love you right now. No, scratch that, I'm not. Not even a little bit." He chuckles ruefully because this is not at all sounding like he wanted it to. "Man, this is not smooth."

It might not be smooth but Debra is laughing, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you too," she tells him and he grins, extending his arm to her.

"Well then...let's get married."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Deception, any, when he/she finally couldn't keep track of the lies any more

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Neon Genesis Evangelion, Kaworu/Shinji, across the universe.

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Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock, pon farr

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Vikings, any, Eurovision

No fill (because it hasn't been shown in Ireland yet)

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But I NEED this in my life!