Wednesday: Weapons

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Hey, guys! I'm dreamsofspike and this is my first week guest-hosting! :) So let's get started with today's prompt...

Today's theme is "Weapons".

This could mean gunplay/knifeplay, or maybe someone notices that their partner looks sexy holding a certain weapon, or maybe someone is using words as weapons... There are a lot of possibilities, interpret it how you will. :)

The rules still haven't changed:
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

Here are some examples to get the ball rolling! :)

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, like an angel blade through his heart
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Nick likes to use Monroe's "weak spot" against him... in the best possible way ;)
White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal HATES guns; Peter wonders if there's a specific reason why

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Have fun!! :)

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[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, like an angel blade through his heart

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Nick likes to use Monroe's "weak spot" against him... in the best possible way ;)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal HATES guns; Peter wonders if there's a specific reason why

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, It cuts like a knife

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Body as a weapon

Fill - Erik/Charles kinkfic

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Erik has intentions.

The metal of skyscrapers bent to his will. Fire and the screams of terrified humans. A world that knows that mutants will never be -- could never be -- subservient to their lessers.

And yet somehow his plans have again hit a snag.

Charles hands move up Erik's body, pressure into flesh, his eyes staring at Erik's the entire time. He puts Erik's hands at the brass headboard, and Erik knows it is an order to hold on, to keep his hands there as if he is bound.

With a smirk, Charles pushes Erik's legs apart quickly, and moves forward to kneel between his thighs. He moves his hand down to Erik's stomach, his nails gently tracing a line from ribs to waist, and Erik inhales sharply, the gentleness of it, the teasing, a torture.

Charles chuckles, and Erik sighs; he knows he's in for a long night. Charles will provoke him, caress him, give him scatterings of pain and pleasure and then withhold them again, until Erik is desperate, until he grunts and yells and begs, until Charles has corrupted him completely, made him forget everything, forget his vengeance and his righteous rule, until Charles has turned his own body's desires against him, until Charles has laid waste to him with his weapon of choice.

Erik knows the power of Charles' mind, knows that it could subdue him (could subdue all humans as well, if Charles were only willing). But it always comes down to this: Charles' hands, Charles' mouth, stripping Erik of his power, night after night, delaying his intentions for one more day. Erik knows that this is Charles' plan, to stall until Erik finds his better self (the self that Charles pretends is there). But even knowing the stratagem, the bald manipulation, Erik still can't bring himself to say no.

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, any, concealed weapon

Fill: MCU/Grimm, Clint Barton + Monroe - "Tricks"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

"Are you serious right now?"

Monroe raised one eyebrow as Clint dropped the handcuffs and got up from the floor, massaging his wrists briefly before kneeling next to Monroe.

"Yup. Come on, try to move forward a little bit so I can reach your hands properly."

Monroe did, and after a few minutes the handcuffs tying him to the wall were removed, too. Damn, whoever had made these was pretty good at his job, because not even Monroe's strength was enough to get him out of the handcuffs.

When Clint volunteered to help Nick and Hank with their new case, which was to find out who had been kidnapping people from the streets and stop them, Monroe let himself be talked into going with him. In the end all they had found out was that there were at least six people involved in the kidnappings, and they all were concealing their scents somehow, which made it impossible for Monroe to figure out if they were human or not.

"Great. Now we just have to leave this room and try not to get caught," Monroe said, stepping closer to the door. "There are three people out there."

"Leave that to me."

Monroe turned around to see Clint holding a knife, looking at the walls.

"Where did that came from?" he asked, squinting at the weapon. "They didn't take it when they brought us here?"

"Nope. You learn all kinds of tricks after a while," Clint walked up to the nearest wall and climbed at the boxes standing near to reach the airshaft entrance. He used the knife to open it and turned to look at Monroe again. "Follow me. Just try not to make too much noise."

"Okay, so Phil wasn't kidding. You really do that a lot, don't you."

Clint just shrugged, but he kept smirking, too, and Monroe had no idea how to interpret that. And did he really want to know the answer?

As the other man climbed into the vents Monroe shook his head, but stepped closer to the boxes nevertheless. Seriously, how was that his life.

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "The pen is mightier than the sword"

Fic: Mightier [Chuck, Chuck/Casey]

[caz251.livejournal.com]

"The pen is mightier than the sword, Casey." Chuck said as he typed away furiously at the laptop.

Casey grunted, I'm not using a sword moron, I've got a gun idiot."

Chuck just grinned, not letting the insults get to him, from Casey they were almost pet names. "I'm not using a pen either, but I've just manage to ruin both of their lives without getting blood on the carpet." Chuck said pointing towards the two men tied in the corner.

Ignoring the looks Casey was giving he smiled, "By using social media I knew exactly who to contact and what to say, so I may have sent a few emails to a few select people. Trust me, there is no need to shoot them, although I believe they might wish you had, let them go."

Casey grunted just glaring at him as he covered the two men's heads and dragged them to their feet dragging them out to the car to take them for a drive then let them go. When he returned Chuck was lying in bed waiting for him, "Did you let them go?"

Casey nodded as he joined him in bed, "I should have shot them." He grumbled, "They shouldn't have touched you, your mine." He then pulled Chuck into a kiss, stopping the other man from complaining about unnecessary violence, it was completely necessary and justified in his book.

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit, author’s choice, everyone knows hobbits are harmless. (at least, those who have heard of hobbits know they’re harmless.) and no one would ever believe that hobbits are the best assassins of Middle Earth.

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit, author’s choice, if Kili (or Fili?) had found the ring instead

Fill: Riven throne and liquid gold

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

[Welp. I tried to post a response w/ a link to my inspiration for it, but that was marked as spam. So here's just the story.]

Riven throne and liquid gold,
Dragon corpse and legends told.
Old King’s grave and brother-bone,
Doom of Man and Arkenstone.

Hammers thunder in the deep
and echo from the mountain keep.
While the dwarven bellows heave,
Middle Earth will bend the knee.

(In the dark a Halfling waits
Slipped unseen in through the gates
Carrying a sharpened Sting
and stealing back that cursed ring!)

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili + Kili, the sword and the shield

[tigriswolf]

fairy tales, any peasant, princess, or nobleman's daughter, her smile is as pretty as flower (and as sharp as a blade)

Fill: Stone Garden

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

Tannis is no great beauty. They do not spin tales of her golden hair and ruby lips. She does not sing like a nightingale, and no faeries preside over her birth.

Yet this man rushes to bring her flowers, jewels, rare manuscripts—anything she asks him. Every time Tannis smiles, even for a moment, he trips over his feet to please her.

There are kings waiting like anxious boys for her notice. Wringing their fingers, agonizing over the chance to address her father for her hand. Waiting for her head to turn. They don’t know that her father hasn’t controlled her life for over 10 years.

Her father was the first.

***
“Father?”

“Yes my dear?”

“Will you plant me a rose garden and fill it with tigers?”

“Tigers can’t survive here, Tannis. It is too cold. “

Tannis looks up at her father, feeling something uncurl in her chest, pressing against her ribs. Her lips twist. It doesn’t feel like a smile, but something designed to wound.

“Oh, well I’m sure we can find someone in the kingdom who knows how to take care of them.”

She had to settle for stone tigers then. But Tannis knew she could do better than that.

Soon, they started to tell her how beautiful she was, but Tannis knew she wasn’t. There was something about her they couldn’t resist. They looked at her, and all the breath left them as they waited for one word.

***
They surround her like birds. Never still, hoping for crumbs from her lips. They are buoyed by a an expression she doesn't believe.

None of them feel it. But she does. Tannis watches who they are bleed from them, drifting over the floor at her feet. All they want is one more smile. It is her favourite game.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, "I'll not be your weapon."

Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier + Steve

[tigriswolf]

He's sitting on Steve's bed, feet firm on the floor, a knife on either side of him and a gun in his flesh hand. His left hand is palm up on his thigh.

Steve stares at him from the doorway, still frozen in setting his shield down. If he looks away, he knows Bucky will be gone.

"I knew you," Bucky says.

"Yeah." He nods. "And I know you. I've always known you."

Bucky inhales and slowly lets it out. "I won't be your weapon," he says. The words should be strong, sure. Instead, he only sounds afraid.

"I don't want you to be my weapon." God in heaven, Steve could kill them all right now with a smile. "Just be my friend." Let me take care of you now, Bucky. It's my turn. It'll all be okay. No matter who I have to kill to make it that way.

Bucky looks down, twisting his lips, biting at the bottom one. "I won't go in a cage."

The remnants of SHIELD are looking for him, same as HYDRA. Same as every government that knows of him.

"I won't let them cage you," Steve promises. "We can go anywhere you want."

Bucky nods slowly. "I want," he says. "I want to stay with you."

They can't stay in New York, that's obvious. "Okay," Steve says. "I gotta pack a few things and then we'll head out."

Bucky watches without moving as Steve takes only the essentials -- a change of clothes, a few unperishable foods, his toothbrush. When he's done, Steve glances around his apartment one last time. He's barely been here since moving from DC, busy looking for Bucky, tearing down Hydra. He won't miss it, he thinks. Just like his DC apartment, it never felt like home.

"Let's head out," he says and Bucky rises from the bed. He texts Sam and Natasha, Somewhere I've got to be. Sorry. Thanks for all your help. and leaves the phone on the table beside the door.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Hockey RPS, any, use of hockey gear as a weapon in any off-ice situation.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Any+Any, Weapon of choice.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward(+Any), He can't use his right arm as a weapon anymore.

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki + any, they found no weapons when they locked him away. He needs nothing but what he learned in the void.

Unlighted Chambers Beyond Time and Space

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

loki does not remember everyThing that he sawheardsmelledfelttasted in the Void, quite pointedly he does not remember everyThing

he remembers enough

he remembers enough to laugh as he is tortured by the other that is not quite Other, as his mouth fills with blood bitten viciously from inside; he remembers enough to agree without caring to the demands of thanos

he remembers enough to smile when he is gagged and bound, dragged in disgrace to asgard-false-home, stripped of all weapons that foolish midgardians and foolish æsir know to look for

Noise like the beating of drums and the whining of flutes, yet nothing like either of those things, is ringing in his ears; there is someThing boundless at the very Edge of vision, from which he looks away very hard

odin-allfather-false-father sentences loki to rot in asgard's prison, as though he hasn't already rotted someWhere far far Darker, so he pretends he cares but is pretending not to care

the drums and flutes that are no such thing are louder, the boundless Thing he does not look at is closer all the time

he remembers enough to rip open reality right there in the cell - the best of his magic is bound but This is not magic, this is an Absence of magic and other things - and asgard-false-home is bleeding, bleeding, his Offering to the only Home he knows anymore

Home is Calling him, no matter that he forgets and does not Look, he belongs There not here, he laughs and stops pretending and steps through asgard's gaping weeping Wound, into the Void

[samueljames]

Burn Notice/Leverage, Michael/Eliot(/Quinn), competence is sexy.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I'll go in as a rival bounty hunter with info that that he needs. We'll convince him that there's a threat on the docks and he'll send most of his guards there. Then we convince him that--"

"Why don't you just distract him and we'll take out the guards and get the hostage?" Quinn said.

"Because we don't want to get shot by his eleven guys," Michael said sarcastically. He really didn't enjoy it when people second-guessed his plans.

Eliot and Quinn looked at each other.

"He's adorable, isn't he?" Quinn said to Eliot.

Eliot chuckled.

Michael sighed. These friends of Sam's were kind of a pain in the ass.

--

Michael eventually agreed to their plan -- Sam vouched for them, and they did have a point that Michael's plan would take more time than the hostage likely had. But he was mentally calculating all the possible ways he might try to save those two once everything went to hell.

Instead, Michael had barely started smoothtalking the leader when he heard a few seconds of noise followed by... silence. And a very strange absence of gunfire.

The leader of course got suspicious and turned his gun on Michael, but Michael had his surprised and innocent act down cold. He talked them down and convinced them to get to the hostage before whoever was attacking did.

They went into the back cabin, where they all found no hostage -- just 6 men tied up and unconscious on the floor (Michael flawlessly acted surprised and panicked, if he did say so himself). They ran outside, where they were promptly ambushed by Quinn and Eliot, who managed to take down the rest without a single shot fired. Michael managed to punch the leader out, but by the time he was done, Eliot and Quinn were standing there, surveying the area. Michael had seen them work, the sheer speed of their limbs, the efficiency of every motion, and it was hard to reconcile the two smartass jerks with the sheer brilliance, the grace, he had just seen.

They got the hostage then, who was more shaken than Michael was used to, but - to Michael's surprise -- Eliot's calm kindness set him at ease.

All in all, the two had more than lived up to their reputation.

--

They went out for drinks at a hotel bar to celebrate, and it wasn't hard to miss that Eliot and Quinn were planning to get a hotel room to celebrate. It was little things: the way Quinn's hand rested a little too easy on Eliot's back for them to be just friends, the quick looks between the two men.

Michael drank with them, listened to their stories and told a few of his own, but eventually he knew that the two would want some time on their own.

But when he tried to take his leave, Quinn said, "So that was pretty good. Working with someone who can handle himself."

"Top-notch grafter and hitter both," Eliot said, nodding, "We didn't have to worry about you. That was..."

"Hot," Quinn said, giving Michael a dirty smirk.

Eliot was just staring at Michael, his face neutral: What are you going to do about it?

Michael took a long sip of his beer. "Yeah. Watching you two work was... everything I've heard."

Quinn grinned at Eliot. "Told you we got him all hot and bothered," he said, and Eliot smiled.

"We got a room on the second floor," Eliot said definitively as he got up and started walking to the stairway, Quinn right behind him.

Michael followed. He knew a good plan when he heard it.

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Martha/author's choice, competence is sexy.

Fill: Sexy and Surprising (Martha/Mickey)

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

The first time Mickey meets Martha Jones, he knows two things. 

First, she just might be the most amazing, bravest, sexiest woman he's ever met in two universes. 

Second? She is way, way, WAY out of his league. 

The more they save the world, the more aliens they fight, the more time he spends with her, the more he knows both things to be true. 

So the day he saves her life with a well-aimed laser blast directly between an alien's eyes, it's quite a surprise for him when she kisses him as he's asking her if she's ok. 

It doesn't stop him kissing her back though - he's not that much of an idiot. 

Though he is enough of one to ask "What was that for?" when she pulls away and he'll admit that he deserves the eye roll she gives him. 

But before she answers, she places her hands on his chest, slides them slowly up to his shoulders, gives him a look he'd recognise in any universe. "Competence is sexy, you know," she tells him and as he looks down at her, a slow smile spreads across his face. 

"I've always thought so," he says and he kisses her again. 

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, "I could kill you with my pinky."

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

Thundercats, any, the Sword of Omens

[cghardy.livejournal.com]

The Following, Joe, he tends to favor _

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Jareth(+/any), he wielded a dangerous whip, but his tongue could be deadlier.

Fill

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Only searching for this, that which doesn't exist


She bursts through the door and into the throne room.

“So,” she yells after she caught her breath. “I’ve mastered your damn labyrinth, now give me back my sister!” she demands, but the royal figure slouched on the throne doesn’t even flinch. He’s not even looking at her, just keeps on fiddling with his leather whip.

“Go ahead, she’s over there,” he finally says, rather bored and disinterested, and waves his hand.

She raises an eyebrow, keeps on watching him, waits for a foul trick, a trap … anything.

“Just … like this?” she asks carefully and looks to where he motioned. Indeed, there is her little sister, looking at her with big eyes. At least she’s not crying …

The girl’s eyes switch from her sister to the Goblin King until she finally jumps to the child and takes her in her arms, keeps her close, still afraid something would try to take her away again.

“Happy now?” he asks and sighs, still totally bored.

“I-Indeed …” Just what is up with the man? First he puts her through all this trouble, mocks her … and now nothing?

“Want to go home?”

She swallows hard and nods.

Another sigh, and now he rises from his throne. “Fine.”

She frowns. “B-But … why did you do all this in the first place, if you don’t care now? Not at all?”

He shrugs and strides towards her, his fingers still busy with the whip.

“I was hoping you were able to raise my interest, but I was wrong,” he answers bluntly.

She opens her mouth. “So … I bored you?” she asks incredulously.

“You did. You were no fun at all.”

She doesn’t know why, but his words make her heart sting.

“Well, I’m sorry.” Why is she even apologizing?!

“Oh, don’t be. It’s not your fault that you’re nothing special. I was just trying something … I wanted to see if there was maybe be someone else who could make me -”

He stops midsentence, and does she imagine things or is there some kind of hurt in his eyes?

“Forget it. It’s no good do dwell on things long since past.”

She clutches at her baby-sister and can’t help but wonder. “What could’ve happened had I been able to raise your interest?”

A small smile tugs at his lip. “Maybe I would have found a Queen willing to rule with me … OVER me.”

Her heart beats faster, and suddenly she wishes …

She startles as he cracks his whip, gaining a sharp sound. “But it doesn’t matter since you don’t have it in you. So, enjoy the rest of your little, ordinary life,” he says and waves his hand dismissively. Suddenly a bright light blinds her and she shuts her eyes.

She can feel a soft wind, and when she opens her eyes again, she’s back home and in her room. Alone with her sister who laughs a little and claps her hands.

The girl smiles at the child and puts her into her crib before going to bed herself. It’s been a long day …

And yet she can find no sleep. Hot tears sting her eyes as she thinks of all the things the Goblin King had said to her. That she’s ordinary, nothing special … boring …

What if she had been the someone he was looking for?

She curls up and starts to weep, cries into her pillow, and she’s convinced that a lash of his whip could’ve never hurt her as much as his words had.

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Any, parent+child don't try to use your tears on me, sweetheart--I love you more than I hate them

[cascadewaters.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Derek's mother, her 'magic bars' were always the surest way to get him to open up when he was little--and he's right, they work just as well now on his 'brother'

[samueljames]

Firefly, Mal/Jayne, competence is sexy.

Fic: Competence

[caz251.livejournal.com]

AN: First foray into Firefly - hope I didn't mangle the characters too bad.

Mal looked from where he was lying in the med bay, watching as his merc and his second-in-command stood over him. Jayne helping Zoe by cleaning up around her as she removed the bullet from his leg and stapled him back together. Once again a deal had gone south, but this time he hadn't had Zoe with him and he had Jayne lying in wait a bit further away from the meet sight in case they needed the element of surprise.

They had needed it. Things had gone wrong from the time Mal had turned up alone, something that Jayne had protested. Seeing him alone their client decided just to take the goods, not pay for them and make sure that Mal couldn't follow them by shooting him.
Jayne hadn't allowed them to escape though shooting first the one that had shot Mal before picking off the other three men as well. He had then quickly assessed the situation; Mal hadn't been in too much danger so he took his time and stripped the men of anything of use, money and weapons mainly before slinging Mal over his shoulder.

He had then gotten both Mal and the shipment back to Serenity without any trouble. Looking at him now Mal couldn't help but think how swai he looked. It wasn't something that he had thought before, but after seeing the man in action earlier that day the thought came to mind. Mal suddenly realised that what Wash always said was actually true, competence is sexy.