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comment_ficAnd now let's have the regularly-scheduled free for all.
Y'all know the rules:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts.
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Have fun!
Y'all know the rules:
*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.
Have fun!
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:03 am (UTC)Justified, Raylan + Boyd, a world where Raylan joined him in a life of crime (I just finished season 2 – no spoilers, please!)
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Date: 2014-07-26 11:29 pm (UTC)He’s lucky he’s got Raylan at his six, not just physically, but mentally. Raylan’s known Boyd long enough to pick up on his cues, knows all his tells, notices exactly when he gets that dangerous spark in his eye, which means he knows exactly when to step in, steer him slightly off whatever path he’s set on, if only to save both their hides. If it weren’t for Raylan they’d probably both be dead by now, or worse, in prison with their Daddies.
“So you ready to do this?” Boyd says to him from the passenger seat, shoving his pistol down the back of his jeans.
“Yup,” Raylan says, taking his gun out of the glove box, then giving Boyd the same look he gives him before every heist. “We don’t kill if we don’t have to.”
Boyd grins, already buzzing with adrenaline. “Only if they draw first.”
Raylan nods. “Then it’s justified.”
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:04 am (UTC)Justified, Raylan + Boyd, they hate each other just as much as they love each other, and they’ll keep half-heartedly trying to kill each other – but if anyone else ever manages to kill one of them, the other will wipe that person from the face of the earth (I just finished season 2 – no spoilers, please!)
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:05 am (UTC)RPF, Sebastian Stan + Chris Evans, they go on Graham Norton’s show together
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:06 am (UTC)What’s Your Number?/Political Animals, TJ/Colin, strip horse
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Date: 2014-07-26 06:47 am (UTC)"What? That we'd go back to my place and fuck?"
"In so many words, yeah."
Colin tosses the ball at him. It bounces off TJ's bare chest before TJ catches it. "It's only our second date," Colin teases, grinning. "I'm a way classier guy than that."
TJ raises an eyebrow at him, because their first date, if you can even call it that, involved an almost hook-up in the bathroom of a club followed by an actual hook-up at Colin's apartment. "I'm not," TJ says.
It's not that he doesn't like just hanging out with Colin, but it turns out six months of sobriety doesn't make you any less horny, and he's a little impatient. Colin's pretty much been messing with him since dinner, leaning in too close to talk to him, letting his gaze linger just a little too long on TJ's mouth with actually doing anything about it.
Which, fine. TJ's pretty good at that game, too.
The next shot is a backwards one, and TJ misses it. He used to kick Dougie's ass at basketball, but then, he wasn't deliberately trying to lose back then.
"And that's an O," Colin says, as TJ strips off his jeans. Colin's still fully dressed, and TJ almost wishes he'd gone the opposite route and proven that he's actually pretty good at this game – but it's more fun to cause a distraction for Colin by turning his back just as he's lining up for the shot.
"And that's an H," TJ counters then, smirking. He spins the ball on his finger, and then with a little flourish tosses it right through the net with barely a glance that way.
"Shit," Colin says, and TJ smiles, licks his lips as he checks out Colin's body. He's going to spend a lot of time tonight just licking those abs if he has anything to say about it.
TJ blocks Colin as he dribbles the ball over to make his next shot. Colin's bigger than he is, could knock him over flat, but TJ says, "So, you ever had anyone blow you in here?" at just the right moment, and the ball slips from Colin's hands and goes rolling down the court.
TJ laughs, turning to go after it, but Colin grabs his arm to keep him there. His mouth is open a little, and he's staring down at TJ with the same kind of intensity that made Colin drag TJ out of that club a few days ago. "O," TJ says, quiet, and Colin says, "Cheater," while TJ reaches for the buttons on Colin's jeans, neither of them thinking much about the game anymore.
Afterward, when they've settled back on the bleachers, both breathing a little heavily, Colin has to admit that no, actually he's never done that here.
"Hey, man, first time for everything," TJ says.
Colin shakes his head. "Man," he says. "I can't believe I got hustled at HORSE by the president's kid."
"First lesson in politics," TJ says. "Politicians are nothing but hustlers in three thousand dollar suits."
"I'll have to remember that for the future," Colin says. TJ doesn't say anything as he pulls his clothes back on, just smiles a little to himself at the possibility he hears in the word future.
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:06 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Despicable Me, Bucky + the girls, Gru hires the Winter Soldier to be his daughters’ bodyguard
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Date: 2014-07-26 05:54 am (UTC)gen, PG, talk of suicide ideation
Date: 2014-07-28 02:32 am (UTC)(Okay, so I figured the show was set in May/June/July, somewhere in there, right? TJ tried to kill himself six months before the premiere, and that was in December. So: Juneish or Julyish. Also, I chose the University of Washington because it's all the way across the country but not in California. *shrugs*)
Anne and Dougie are off on their honeymoon, Mom's dealing with a national crisis, Grandma's trying to stay sober, and Dad -- well, Dad's focused on getting Mom's campaign off the ground. And TJ...
Well, TJ's trying to decide if he actually wants to be alive or not. He's so fucking tired of the political machine, of the eyes always watching and judging.
He's got a BA in Political Science because he thought he'd be going into the family business. He spent almost five years nearly totally clean, and he was doing so good -- but he was utterly miserable the whole time, forcing himself through the motions because he wanted to be good, to make them all proud. So he made a 4.0 every semester, and he thought maybe he’d finally make up for those last couple years in the White House.
Yeah, that ended in one weekend that's totally blank in his mind, and he never used that degree for anything. That's why Mom has Doug, ever the golden one.
But TJ, he doesn't want to die. He wants to live, to be happy, and that's not going to happen in the fishbowl where he's always news and it's never good. He stopped living when he was sixteen, but he doesn't want to be that mess of hatred and anger and fear anymore.
He misses the piano. He misses the beauty that just poured out of him, how he could lose himself. When he hit the zone, he was flying in a way no drug has ever managed.
So he takes a week to list all the pros and cons, researches, delves deep into himself to decide if he wants to do this, if he can do this.
He can. He wants to. He will.
He doesn’t mention it to anyone when he applies to the University of Washington’s music department for the fall semester. He doesn’t mention it to anyone when he gets accepted, and then he breathes a sigh of relief and collapses onto the couch in his grandma’s den.
He hated political science. He hates politics. He can play the game like a goddamned master when he wants to – but he doesn’t want to. He never has. And if he stays in the spotlight any longer, he’s going to burn out.
He still doesn’t tell anyone, not until his audition date is set in stone. Grandma asks him a few times why he’s playing so much; he’s been feeling so inspired lately, with his exit strategy in place, with the end in sight. He’s been composing so much his hands hurt, playing so much the notes resonant in his sleep.
And he’s happy. He’s happier than he ever was with Sean, and that realization is why he finally figures out that he’s glad Mom found him. Glad to be alive.
He waits until everyone is over, Dad and Dougie and Anne and Grandma and Mom, waits until they’re halfway through dinner, and he says, “I’m leaving for an audition in three days. In Seattle. I’ve already got an apartment lined up.” They all stare at him, but he just continues, head held high, “I’ve been accepted to the University of Washington. I’ll be staying no matter what.”
“TJ,” Dougie says, “what the fuck?”
TJ smiles. “It’s what I want to do,” he tells them. “It’s what I’m going to do. I love all of you, but I’ve got to get out.”
Mom’s staring at him, but Dad’s smiling a little, and Grandma toasts him with her lemonade (he’s pretty sure it’s been spiked with something), and Annie shrugs.
“Do you want to hear my audition piece?” he asks and they all do.
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He flies commercial, though in first class. He leaves most of his belongings behind because this is a new life. TJ Hammond is the fuck up son of President Hammond and (future) President Barrish – he’s going to be Jim now, Jim Hammond.
So Jim Hammond sits down for his audition and plays the best he ever has in his life, and he knows that he’s finally begun to live.
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Date: 2014-07-26 06:53 am (UTC)1/2: Steve/Bucky, pre and post-Cap 2
Date: 2014-12-10 05:22 pm (UTC)---
There are things that are weapons, when used dangerously. Emotions, you understand, are dangerous at the best of times. Anger can cause incidents of violence. Envy is the same.
Our weapon, Sergeant Barnes, will have no emotions beyond loyalty to the cause and the handler. Do you understand? Nod if yes.
Ah, good. You look confused, Sergeant?
Fear not. Soon, in fact, you will not fear at all. Sergeant Barnes is long dead, is he not? You are our greatest weapon. You will be known only as the asset.
Nod if you understand.
Good.
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The first thing the asset feels is anger. It pushes through the greatest malfunction in all the asset’s missions and allows the asset to keep beating the target long after the asset should have stood down.
The second thing the asset feels is fear as the mission falls into the water.
The third thing the asset feels is confusion.
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It is four months after the asset’s last mission that the asset realizes what love is. The next day, the asset chooses to call itself James.
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Six months after the asset’s last mission, James decides to use male pronouns.
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Eight months after the asset’s last mission, James returns to Steve.
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James feels a great deal. He has had to relearn his body’s messages and the emotions that rip through him. His control is hard-won, but burning Hydra to the ground helped.
Always, the asset’s targets on the close contact missions had been afraid. Had begged. Some had fought. The asset had noted everything and understood none of it.
James understands, now.
Bucky Barnes, he knows, had hated Hydra. So too does James.
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Hate scares him.
Love scares him more.
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“Bucky,” Steve breathes, eyes wide.
“Steve,” Bucky replies.
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Hydra took everything from him. There is much he doesn’t remember and probably never will. They left him only loyalty, but it was not true loyalty. His true loyalty has only ever been to his family and Steve and his team. Only Steve remains.
James knows that he is a man now and was a man before. But he was the asset for far longer. He is a weapon.
He chooses who wields him now.
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Date: 2014-07-26 07:36 am (UTC)Fill, Steve/Darcy
Date: 2016-03-24 11:31 pm (UTC)He knows better than to suggest she's being irrational and in the interests of keeping her calm and her blood pressure low, he's been trying to stifle his natural protective instincts. But when he hears her gasp, there's no power on this earth that would keep him from going to her side.
"What's wrong?" he demands and he expects to see her in pain but instead she looks up at him with the most brilliant smile on her face.
"Nothing," she says and before he can ask anything else, she grabs his hand, presses it to her bump.
It takes a second but then he feels it - a solid unmistakable kick. He laughs with sheer joy and so does she. "Wow," he says, leaning down to kiss her.
The kiss leads somewhere else and when she gasps again, this time he knows the reason behind it.
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Date: 2014-07-26 07:41 am (UTC)fill - Political Animals/MCU, TJ/Steve
Date: 2014-07-27 01:50 am (UTC)Steve glances behind him briefly and offers TJ a wry smile before turning back again. "You know, I still haven't seen any of those," he says.
"Why?" TJ asks. He comes to stand next to Steve near the roof's edge, leaning his elbows on the cement barrier. "You afraid you might accidentally steal some of his tricks? Don't worry, you guys are totally different kinds of heroes."
"Plus there's the part where I'm real," Steve points out.
"Well, yeah. Thank god for that. I don't think my mom could take schizophrenia on top of drug addiction."
Steve lets out a quiet laugh. "What are you doing out here, TJ?" He's warm against Steve's side, not trying to press against him but not keeping his distance, either.
"Well, looking for you," TJ says, and the duh is implied.
"Checking up on me," Steve says.
"Yeah. Sorry," TJ says. He glances up at Steve for a second, then back out at the world beneath them. It's a long way down from up here, Steve remembers that. "The last time I was on a rooftop, I spent a lot of time thinking about jumping off."
"I'm not gonna jump, TJ."
"I know," TJ says. Then a bit quieter, even though no one else is around – that's why Steve came up here in the first place – "It's your friend, right? The one who looks like me?"
"He looks a little like you."
"I'm better looking though, right?"
Steve doesn't say anything, just looks at TJ. The jokes aren't coming as easily for him today as they usually do, but TJ keeps it up. "Oh, shit," he says. "I'm not. Then what the hell are you doing with me?"
"TJ…"
"I mean, I'm not saying I'd dump you for a better version of you, but that's because I know there's not one…"
Steve lets out another small, quiet laugh. They stand in silence for a while, listening to the cars down below, watching the lights in other apartments go off one by one. Steve has a new lead on where Bucky might be, and he's not sure whether to follow it, or wait for Bucky to come back – to this rooftop, to that bridge, to the old apartment in Brooklyn that's either condemned or a high rise by now; he's never had the strength to check.
This is where he saw Bucky, that first night. This is where he disappeared for the second time, before everything –
Finally, he turns from the ledge. They start to head back inside, but TJ reaches for his hand to stop him, and Steve looks back. There's enough light to see the concern on TJ's face, mixed in there with affection, uncertainty. He hadn't met TJ yet, the last time he saw Bucky. That's not why any of this started, but it still complicates things.
"Hey," TJ says."You know it's going to be okay, right?"
Steve knows TJ means a lot of things when he says it: whatever happens with Bucky, the world, the rest of the night. The two of them, this thing that they have, this one thing since coming back that's been almost easy.
He doesn't know about the rest, but he knows about the two of them.
"Yeah," Steve says. He leans down and kisses TJ, soft, reassuring, and he feels TJ smile against his lips. "I know."
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Date: 2014-12-04 03:37 am (UTC)Ties him up until the toxin wears off, chuckling all the while. "You look good like that," he says. He pats Bruce's shoulder, fondly. "Don't move until I get back."
Jason dispatches the Scarecrow himself, sends him back to Arkham with a broken jaw and a fractured wrist.
"You shouldn't have done that," Batman says. "Crane isn't a physical threat, there was no need -"
Unwisely, he says all this before Jason unties him.
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"I don't know what the big deal is," Dick says, after Bruce assures him that although, yes, he is calling him to talk, no, he isn't dying.
It's just that Alfred's been no help at all.
"I mean," Dick says. "Just because he's your ex doesn’t mean you guys can't be… friendly."
"You do remember your last encounter with Jason, don't you?" Bruce asks.
"Well, yeah," Dick says. "He tried to 'beat out what was left of my addled brains.' But that's pretty normal for Jason. He always treated me like I was your ex."
"He can be… possessive," Bruce agrees.
"Yeah," Dick says. "And you were totally into it."
Bruce says nothing. "Anyway," Dick says after a minute. "I wouldn't worry so much about Jason sending you gifts, as long as they're not ticking. I mean, Kori –"
"He sent me flowers," Bruce interrupts, Batman voice in place.
"Ah," Dick says. "Right. Have you considered taking a vacation?"
Bruce sighs.
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Date: 2014-07-26 09:23 am (UTC)ended up a little Mike/Harvey??
Date: 2014-07-26 06:56 pm (UTC)Harvey nodded, jaw tight. Then motion, fast, and Mike was pinned against the wall, Harvey's body pressing against him, his hand wrapped around Mike's neck, his fingers loose around the soft flesh of Mike's throat.
Harvey didn't squeeze. He didn't have to; he just had to show he could.
He leaned in until there was only an inch between their faces, and Mike willed himself not to flinch, to look Harvey in the eye. It was like the first time they met, when Mike had seen past the soft textured suits, the smooth silk ties and thousand dollar shoes, to see the steel, the knife-sharp push of raw, relentless power beneath.
"Your 'compassion' is just going to get you killed, and probably get me killed too. You want that?" Harvey said, breath hot against Mike's cheek.
"No," Mike said.
Harvey leaned back, let up just a little. "Then make sure the commissioner knows the consequences of betrayal. Don't be ambiguous," he said, eyes narrowing.
Mike swallowed and nodded.
Harvey stepped back and looked away while Mike composed himself, ordering his jacket and shirt, disheveled from being pressed against the wall.
"Be back in time for dinner," Harvey said as Mike started to leave, "I'm cooking tonight."
"Yeah," Mike said, trying to put what he was about to do out of his head, "I won't be late."
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Date: 2014-07-26 09:23 am (UTC)Drabble fill
Date: 2014-07-27 12:15 am (UTC)Outside the building, the sounds of screaming, of sirens, could be heard all the way through the thick walls. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air.
The explosion had ripped open the prison wing and killed half the guards, all of his generals. Most of the survivors had already smoked out, leaving him alone to face the fury of Sam Winchester. The human strode through the door, a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and pointed both straight into his face.
The younger Winchester was drenched in blood and his hands were steady, his voice like steel. “Give me. My brother.”
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Date: 2014-07-26 09:25 am (UTC)mini-fill
Date: 2014-07-27 06:30 am (UTC)--
She does not offer them pretty speeches, telling them who she is and why she's here, why they're about to die.
Once, she would have. She would have wasted precious moments telling them they killed her mother, her brother, everything left in the world that she loved, moments before she might have been reunited with them.
Once, she would have told them how she wished, for years, that she had gotten there in time not to save them, but to die with them.
But she is long past that.
When she meets with the Freys again, slips through their defenses like a thief in the night, she does not tell them who her mother was. She hardly has to - she may not be as beautiful as Sansa, not tall and graceful and full of her mother's good looks. But Catelyn Stark is still there, behind her eyes, just as her father is.
Some part of them knows - some part of them knows who she is, and that's enough for her as the blood runs down her hands, as Needle takes life after life.
It's not enough. No god, old or new, will turn all that blood into her family.
The god of vengeance, of wrath, is sated, though Arya has long since accepted it may never be satisfied.
Arya Stark has not felt true pain since the day she lost her mother, nor has she wept since then. It is only when all the Freys are dead, reduced to so much nothing, that she allows herself, finally, to feel something.
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Date: 2014-07-26 09:27 am (UTC)The Musketeers (BBC) Athos + Porthos
Date: 2014-07-27 02:47 am (UTC)Another round of drinks and Athos can almost smile about what had happened. Almost. He doesn't smile, really, except once in a blue moon, and only when it's just the other two around him.
Maybe this new lad will be trust-
"Let's go, Athos."
He sips his drink - fourth? fifth? - and ignores Porthos' hand on his sleeve. It becomes more insistent. The tavern owner is staring at Athos with not a small amount of hatred in his beady eyes - pig eyes, Athos thinks - and he finally rolls smoothly to his feet (still ignoring Porthos' hand) and slips his hat on his head neatly. He doesn't need help.
The street is empty and he and Porthos walk toward his apartments near the river - a tiny place compared to what he'd had (but he's not up for thinking that way) - but that doesn't matter, as he doesn't need anything pretty or physically pleasing anymore. Not to live in. He needs his fighting skill, and his horse, and his drink.
"Come on, you sot. We have drills in the morning. And don't you want to see if Aramis has to leap out of another window tomorrow?"
He turns slightly red-rimmed eyes on Porthos. The other man is smiling, but Athos can sense - can read - the concern in his dark eyes, the normal crinkling at the corners not there. Athos feels rage spring up in him, rage that comes and goes so easily these days; he wants to spit and tell Porthos to stop being so glib, he doesn't need it, thank you.
The necklace he wears is heavy around his neck, heavy as the chains the red guard had had him in earlier today.
Just shoot already!
The light from the moon hits him directly in the face and he forces himself to keep from crying out at the invasion - he likes to be in the dark, in corners, his back protected, no one getting into his life, not again, not anymore. He doesn't have any more room for love. Not again.
"I'll walk you up. Must needs to make sure you don't fall over your own boots - can't have your epitaph reading 'survived smear tactics only to die at the hands of very dangerous steps.' Aside from the fact how would it look that I was the one with you? Can't have my own reputation ruined."
Porthos smiles and opens the door that leads to Athos' apartments.
The moon dips behind a cloud, and Athos fingers the necklace that rests over his chest. The crest of the Musketeers that they all wear at their shoulders is stiff and heavy but Porthos has one too - as does Aramis.
He swallows. A tiny bit of love in his life is acceptable.
He follows Porthos up the stairs, staggering only slightly, the forget-me-knot necklace clutched in his left hand.
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