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comment_ficAnd now we're back for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:07 am (UTC)Leverage, author’s choice, the pov one of the students at Sophie’s acting school
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:07 am (UTC)Leverage, Eliot Spencer/Damien Moreau, I don't love you but I always will
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:08 am (UTC)Leverage, Eliot Spencer(/Parker/Alec Hardison),
Give me the burden, give me the blame
I'll shoulder the load, and I'll swallow the shame
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:09 am (UTC)Leverage/Highlander, Damien Moreau/Eliot Spencer, 300 years ago, Damien was Eliot's teacher
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:09 am (UTC)The Librarians/Leverage, author’s choice, Jake Stone is who Eliot Spencer would’ve been if he’d never joined the army.
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 09:30 pm (UTC)Sleepy Hollow, Frank / Jenny
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"This is why you shouldn't be shacked up with an old man." Frank is joking, but only half joking, and he's gratified to see Jenny turning a look on him that is half amused, half exasperated. "You should be out on the town," he continues. "Not sitting on the couch with me, looking at the celebrations on television..."
Jenny arches an eyebrow, rolls her eyes for good measure. "Did you ever think that the last thing I want to do is hit some meat market on the busiest night of the year?" She shudders theatrically and the thin strap of her tank top starts to slide down her shoulder. Frank watches its path with interest, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jenny if the smirk on her lips is anything to go by. "That maybe I like curling up on the couch in pyjamas with you? That I've had more than enough action for this year?"
Put like that, he can't exactly argue with her. "It's been a hell of a year," he murmurs and she nods, leaning over and snagging her beer bottle from the table, raising it between them.
"I'll drink to that."
"I mean... I sold my soul..." His lips twitch and Jenny sees it, frowns as she wonders where he's going with that. When he theatrically warbles, "You bought it back for me," she laughs out loud and shakes her head.
"Oh no, no way." She places her bottle back on the table, moves to the edge of the couch like she's planning a getaway. "If you're gonna sing Anne Murray, the meat market's not looking so bad..." But she's laughing when she says it, mirth dancing in her eyes and he's laughing too as he pulls her back, pulls her into his arms and holds her close.
"You mean you didn't put me high upon a pedestal? I'm crushed."
This time, the noise she makes is somewhere between a laugh and a snort. "You wish." Then her face turns serious and she reaches up to touch his cheek. "I did call you friend though."
Now it's his turn to raise an eyebrow at her turn of phrase, and also his turn to tease her. "Among other things," he murmurs before he brings his lips to hers.
He loses track of time then, and it's only when he hears the countdown starting that he pulls back, glancing at the television. Jenny follows his gaze and they both watch the clock count down the last ten seconds of the old year.
"Happy New Year," he murmurs at the stroke of midnight before he kisses her. Her lips curl into a smile under his and he has to see it so he begins to kiss his way down her neck.
She arches underneath him and out of the corner of his eye he sees fireworks on the television screen. Later on, as he and Jenny move together, he swears there are some in his living room too and he knows that staying in was a good decision.
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:45 am (UTC)1 sentence
Date: 2015-12-03 04:34 am (UTC)It's the anger, he thinks, watching Steve pace while Jason flips a knife, eyes only on Steve, and James shakes his head with a sigh because Bucky would've known how to calm Steve, would've known how to charm a smile out of Jason, and all they have is him, once again in the infirmary (that looks nothing like a lab) because he didn't tell anyone the arm was malfunctioning, and they're angry with him but neither of them knows how to show it without violence, and that's something he can't take all of the time, and once he could've done this, and he wishes they'd listen when he tells them he'll understand if they choose to move on without him, and that just makes them angrier, for reasons that are just out of reach, so he watches Steve pace, watches Jason flip the knife, and he doesn't say anything.
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:46 am (UTC)Fill - "Superman"
Date: 2015-03-27 10:29 pm (UTC)“I think he’s Superman,” Parker announced.
Alex frowned. “Baby, Superman? Are you sure?”
She nodded emphatically. “Super hearing, super sight, super strength – he carried you, remember.”
“But Superman’s short!”
“Doesn’t matter. I bet if we asked, he’d jump over a tall building.”
The thought that Eliot probably wouldn’t scream if he went off a tall building crossed Alex’s mind. Inwardly he squirmed, but hey, a man could only be so strong, and jumping off a building was damned scary. “Off of one,” he said almost under his breath.
Parker’s nod reminded Alex of a bobblehead, not that he’d ever tell her that. “He would! And,” she poked Alex in the chest, “he has secrets.”
“Secret identity,” Alex said, grabbing Parker’s hand. Her pointy little fingers hurt. “Yeah, I guess our boy really is Superman.”
“Great. That makes me Lois Lane and you...” Parker cocked her head. “Jimmy Olsen?”
“Why do I gotta be Jimmy Olsen?” Alex whined.
Parker shrugged. “Would you rather be Lex Luther?”
His grin spread across his face. “It’d sure make it a lot more interesting.”
“Great, you’re Lex Luther.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, but hell no, Hardison,” Eliot said as he walked into the room. “And I bought groceries, and could use some help.”
“You don’t think Alex would be a good Lex Luther?” Parker hopped to her feet as Alex levered himself off the couch.
“Only if I’m Clark Kent,” Eliot said.
Alex grinned. “Now that you mention it, baby…”
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 06:49 am (UTC)MCU, True Love's Kiss, Steve/Bucky
Date: 2015-01-03 07:22 am (UTC)"I'm just reading the prophecy here," Natasha said in a bored voice, closing heavy book with a bang. Everyone (except Steve, and Tony in his armor) coughed. "It says here, whoever gives the Soldier true love's first kiss, they will wake him from his slumber. Listen to me, I'm your gods-damned mage."
"Do we even want to wake this guy up?" Clint asked, adjusting his quiver. "Last time he was up and at 'em, he kind of kicked all our asses. Especially yours, Steve."
"I know that," Steve said. He took a breath. Then two. "Okay. I'm going to do it."
*
Steve leaned down and gave Bucky a small peck on the cheek.
Nothing happened.
"Come on," Tony's voice was tinny from inside his massive suit of armor. "I've seen better action on dead granny."
Bruce growled and the ground around them shook.
*
The next time was better. Steve could have sworn he saw one of Bucky's eyelids flicker. But then again, maybe not.
*
"... Is this technically necrophilia?" Sam asked, after a long silence. His wings twitched and he looked like he wanted to take to the sky.
"No, he's technically alive, and enchanted. But it is getting creepy. Third's time the charm, Steve," Natasha said.
Steve looked down at Bucky and whispered, "Come on, buddy."
He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Bucky's lips. He started to get up, but before he could say anything, Bucky's metal arm shot up and grabbed him by the throat. In the midst of the chaos that now ensued, Steve lay on the ground for a few seconds, stunned. It had worked.
He sprang up, right on time to almost get hit by a flying Tony. His shield was where he had dropped it, and Steve went barreling into the fray, until there was only him and Bucky. Like in the old days, even though in the old days, Bucky had never tried to pummel him. Still, Steve managed to say, his voice was ragged, "Bucky! Do you remember me?"
Bucky stopped dead. His eyes widened in horror.
"Bucky, do you remember everything?" Steve said.
Bucky turned tail and ran into the woods.
Steve let him go for now -- the Avengers, all collectively groaning and glaring at him, needed to regroup. But still, Steve grinned to himself, as he helped patch everyone up.
He had a True Love to find.
(Again.)
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Date: 2015-01-03 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 07:28 am (UTC)Fill: "Ruination" (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Date: 2015-03-27 10:40 pm (UTC)He shrugged. “What can I say? He ruined the movie for me.”
“I can’t understand how you can even say that,” Willow scolded.
“Look,” Xander said, turning to face both girls while walking backward, “if it was anyone else – anyone else – I’d buy it. But Keanu Reeves wearing all that latex or leather – “
“Leather,” Buffy interrupted with a dreamy sigh that made Xander shudder.
“Anyway,” he said, forcefully, “it was just wrong. Ted, from Bill and Ted? Dressed in black leather like – like – like Pinhead?” He shuddered again, with a lot of emphasis.
“Ew.” Willow curled her mouth up in disgust.
Buffy nodded. “Agreed.” She peered at her box of popcorn and tossed it into the trash. “That’s not any good any more.”
“Just because I mentioned Pinhead?”
Buffy eyed Xander. “Because you mentioned Pinhead and Keanu in the same breath, dressed in the same…leather.” Her shudder was a lot cuter than his, Xander thought, and hoped he didn’t say it out-loud.
The punch took him by surprise, making Xander whine. “Buff!”
“That’s for ruining the movie for me, Xander!” she huffed, linking her arm through Willow’s elbow.
“Wait! I didn’t mean - ” Xander chased after them, feeling a little vindicated. Just a little. Keanu was way cuter than he was, and anything that put him down wasn’t a bad thing.
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Date: 2015-01-03 10:22 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2015-01-06 10:33 pm (UTC)“Love you, Cas,” Sam whispers as he lightly drags his finger through the sweet angel’s spiky hair.
“I love you, Sam. I love you with all my heart.” Castiel’s baby blue eyes sparkle as she smiles, leaning down to kiss Sam’s cheek. It’s a gesture that has never failed to endear Sam to him, and Sam is smiling so brightly his dimples sparkle as he is totally and absolutely in love with his beautiful angel. He hugs Castiel, his favorite snuggly pillow. Loving arms encircle him, snuggling him, and when Castiel kisses his forehead, Sam’s heart blossoms with love as he closes his eyes.
In no time he is fast asleep, dreaming of kissing his angel’s soft lips.
(END)
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Date: 2015-01-03 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 10:25 am (UTC)Fill - Snowdrops (Fullmetal Alchemist 2003)
Date: 2015-01-18 03:59 pm (UTC)Trying to fill the void the boys left behind.
It wasn't that she had nothing - she did. She had Granny and Den (both old, and not likely to live many more years). She had Mrs. Hughes and Elicia, and her friends at Rush Valley. But she didn't have the brothers she grew up with, and it was an ache in her heart.
Winry hadn't realized how much their leaving had affected her until Granny plopped a bowl down in front of her, not full of morning porridge, but instead, a bowl full of greenery; snowdrops and crocuses, their sweet scent perfuming the air. Blinking, Winry raised her head, meeting her grandmother's eyes.
"I know how much you miss those boys," Pinako said. "It doesn't mean you won't always miss them. But your life has to go on, too. You can't let it go on without you."
Not that afternoon, but one not very long after, Winry gathered up the few things the boys had left at her home. Transmuted toys, a doll, some alchemy books. She put them gently in a box, and covered them over with some lavender and rosemary, and tucked them under her bed with her memories and a piece of her heart.
Granny was right, she'd hurt long enough. It was time to start healing again.
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Date: 2015-01-03 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-03 10:27 am (UTC)Fill, Harry Potter 'verse, M/F characters
Date: 2015-01-04 12:35 am (UTC)She folded her arms, her eyebrow twisting up. "A full moon. Are you mad?"
"No? Why?" He stopped, wondering what he'd done now.
"Outside. On the school grounds. Near the Whomping Willow. This is not romantic."
"I don't see why not?"
She held up her hand, flashing the appropriate number of fingers with each comment. "One: The Whomping Willow. It's dangerous. We're not supposed to be near it." She paused as the willow whipped its branches around, knocking a bat out of the air with a club-like boll. She ducked, taking a few reflexive steps backward. He joined her. "Two: A full moon. Full moon means werewolves. Three: The Forbidden Forest is right over there - and werewolves live in it."
"They do not!" he scoffed, but found himself walking farther away from the forest. Surely he'd meant to do that? It wasn't from fear of werewolves.
"They do," she insisted.
The sound came from the hollow beyond the willow, a low, throbbing noise, rising in pitch. They glanced at each other. "Is that?" he asked, eyes wide.
She spun on her heel, running back toward the school grounds, not bothering to answer.
"Um. Right!" He ran after her. Better safe than sorry, especially with werewolves. Besides, there were better places to pitch some woo...the library was looking better and better.
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