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And it's time 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.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
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.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:04 am (UTC)White Collar/Sherlock/RED, June Ellington + Mrs. Hudson + Victoria Winslow, when we were young (we were the baddest badasses of all)
filled: because some just get better with time
Date: 2015-02-15 09:43 pm (UTC)At the 'charity dinner' and 'silent auction,' they executed the plan. Victoria made the distraction; she left chaos in her wake and the very industrious digger dead in the janitor’s closet. June made the lift and passed it to Mrs. Hudson who successfully carried the item through the spies and the thieves because no one recognized her. None suspected her because she wasn’t nervous or out of place. The three women had tea after, but never again. Victoria took the item with her and this time, its location would never be found.
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:04 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Peggy Carter, Shane AU – Bucky’s Shane and Steve&Peggy are the homesteaders
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:05 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, America’s Sweethearts AU where Tony Stark is Gwen, Bucky Barnes is Kiki, and Steve Rogers is Eddie
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Date: 2015-02-14 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 06:06 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, RED AU – Bucky is Frank, pre-serum!Steve is Sarah, Natasha is Victoria, author’s choice for everyone else
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:07 am (UTC)Once Upon a Time, Emma Swan, if she’d eaten the turnover
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-02-14 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 07:06 am (UTC)Fill- Brothers in Theft, PG
Date: 2015-02-17 05:53 pm (UTC)This one had seemed as simple as any other, stealing a rather expensive vase, which made Ezekiel happy at least. They'd made it all the way to the room where the vase was being held without running into anyone or tripping any alarms, and it had seemed fine until they opened the door and came face to face with... Jake.
“Well that's weird,” Ezekiel said, looking between Jake behind him and the frowning Jake look alike in front of him. “This is weird, right?”
“Yes,” Cassandra breathed, eyes wide.
“Jake,” Colonel Baird said slowly, “do you have a brother you didn't tell us about?”
“I may have... left that out, yeah,” Jake said with a shrug, eyes not leaving the other man. “How's it going, Eliot?”
The Jake look alike, Eliot apparently, shrugged as well, frown not fading in the least. “Tell me you and your friends are not after the vase,” he said, voice just a shade gruffer than Jake's.
“'Fraid so.”
Before anyone could say anything more, a blonde head popped into the doorway behind Eliot. “Hey, Eliot,” she said, apparently not noticing or not caring about the others, “we getting out of here or what?”
“Yeah, just let me-” Eliot started to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of running boots from down the corridor. “Never mind. You,” he said, looking around at Jake and the others, “are coming with us. We'll discuss the vase when we're clear.”
Jake opened his mouth, probably to argue, when a shot rang out from one of the guards who had come around the corner and seen a lot of people there who shouldn't have been. “Fine,” he bit out.
“Yeah, yeah, have your brotherly argument later,” Ezekiel said, pushing forward to follow the blonde girl who had disappeared back into the room. “Like maybe when we're not about to get shot.”
The others couldn't really argue with that, and in a just a few moments, they were gone and the guards were left to stare around the empty room, angry and more than a little confused.
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Date: 2015-02-14 07:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 07:42 am (UTC)idk idk this might be nonsense.
Date: 2015-02-14 10:44 pm (UTC)He's fifteen when he kisses Dick. Roy got him drunk, snuck him three beers, and Dick swears he'll kill Roy for it, but he doesn't push Jason away when he reaches for him.
"Little wing," Dick says. It's late, and everyone else in the tower is asleep, and Jason stumbled into Dick's room and woke him up saying he wanted to talk when really he just wants –
Anything. All these other people around him, but they're all Dick's friends, even Roy, who probably would've let Jason suck him off, would've –
"Just," Jason says. He knows Dick's getting ready to say no, that he's too young or some bullshit like that, when that's never been a problem before for – anyone else. "Please?" Jason says.
Dick looks at him for a long time, but eventually he pulls back the sheets, says, "Okay," and Jason crawls under them. Dick says, "Just this once, all right?" and he tugs Jason in and kisses him soft and easy and it's not all that Jason wants, not by far, but it's some of it.
ii.
He's been back from the dead for a year when he shows up at the manor. He's high on three days without sleep, covered in someone else's blood, and Bruce – not Batman – pulls him in through the window.
He's shivering under his leather jacket and armor. All he can smell is blood, until Bruce pulls him close and then he can smell that aftershave, the soap that's only down in the cave that means Bruce is already back for the night.
"Talk to me," Bruce says. Jason shakes his head, buries his face in Bruce's shoulder – Jason is so much taller than he used to be; used to be he'd have to practically climb Bruce to get this close to eye level –
"Jason, please," Bruce says. He runs his fingers through Jason's hair, and despite everything he's so gentle, so calm, and Jason doesn't want –
Doesn't want Bruce, right now, he wants Batman, wants someone to fuck him up, throw him on the bed and hurt him until he feels something. He digs his nails into Bruce's arms, bites Bruce's shoulder, pushes against him and says, "Please," even, and he never used to say that, never used to do anything but take - and Bruce just kisses the top of his head, holds him tighter, but Jason's still shaking because –
Because Bruce isn't his anymore, and neither is Batman. Maybe neither of them ever were.
iii.
For a minute with them, Jason feels like maybe he's home. Roy and Kori follow him to Gotham, follow him across the world to stupidly dangerous places, and he thinks – maybe – he belongs.
They're Dick's old friends, yeah. There's always that shadow over them, like they're wondering what Dick would do instead and maybe – maybe – Jason's wondering the same.
He knows Dick wouldn't have crawled into their bed at the first offer, that he wouldn't have offered himself the way Jason has. Knows Dick wouldn't have dropped to his knees for Roy, buried his face between Kori's legs – not when they already had each other, not when –
Jason knows, after a while, it won't last, but he clings to them anyway.
iv.
Tim is different. Tim is – Jason didn't think he'd ever meet anyone needier than he is, anyone more fucking starved for attention, affection, anything at all.
The first time they throw each other around a rooftop that doesn't end in Jason pulling a knife, Jason's so hard after he doesn't know what to do with himself, and Tim is – right there with him.
"Jesus, you're fucked up," Jason says, when Tim knocks him down, gets on top of him and starts getting his jeans open.
"Are you saying you're any better?" Tim asks, and Jason's never really looked him in the eyes before now, and with the lenses in it's still hard to say if he is - but he gets his hand in Tim's hair, strokes his face, and Tim responds to it like he's been fucking dying and Jason –
Knows.
It makes him want to fuck with the kid more, makes him want to shove Tim off him and leave him bleeding, but more than that he wants –
Wants. "No, baby, I'm not," Jason says, and Tim's mouth opens and Jason has to get his thumb in there, has to get his mouth on him, and Tim moans before Jason even kisses him, says, "Jason, please -"
And Jason gives him everything he can and hopes it's enough.
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Date: 2015-02-14 07:46 am (UTC)You bruised up both your knees
Guess who feels slightly terrible about this prompt?! :DD
Date: 2015-02-14 09:11 am (UTC)(I'd rather Alwaysagirl!Damian was no younger than 15, but otherwise go nuts!)
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Date: 2015-02-14 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 09:15 am (UTC)Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one
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Date: 2015-02-14 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-14 09:22 am (UTC)"You're dating Mercy Graves?"
"You're dating Lex Luthor?!"
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:15 am (UTC)"I am ardent, I am dark,
I am the essence of passion;
with yearning for pleasure, my soul is full;
is it me you're seeking?"
"No, it isn't you."
"My skin is pale, my plaits golden,
I can give you sweetness without end;
My treasure is in tenderness;
is it me you're calling?"
"No, it isn't you."
"I am delusion, an impossible thing,
a vain phantom of mist and light;
I am unbodied, I am impalpable;
I cannot love you."
"Oh come, please come...!"
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Date: 2015-03-03 07:51 pm (UTC)I want to do something creepy and heartbreaking with Steve/Bucky.
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From:Marvel movies, Steve(/Bucky), pg, AU
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:20 am (UTC)Mute, my friend.
Alone in the loneliness of death's hour
and full with the life of fire.
Only heiress of the destroyed day.
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:26 am (UTC)Decálogo del artista ('The Artist's Ten Commandments'/extract), Gabriela Mistral (http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/decalogo-del-artista.htm#ixzz3RiJNMTiE)
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:34 am (UTC)No man can be happy, madam, nor sad
until he has looked at you.
Because the happiness of having seen you,
gives into sadness
as soon as he contemplates deserving you.
So, without seeing you,
no man can be happy, madam,
nor sad
until he has seen you.
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Date: 2015-02-14 10:44 am (UTC)The princess is sad, what is wrong with the princess?
...
The princess won't laugh. The princess won't feel.
The princess follows the wandering thread of a wandering dream.
...
She wants to be a bird, wants to be a butterfly,
to have soft wings and fly under the skies.
...
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:37 pm (UTC)But she rose up at the call of a sorcerer, and now, she is nothing - a slave. Her people are aware of her circumstances, but can - will do - nothing to help her. It was her decision. It is her sentence she must face.
But where her people might've seen sorrow, her master sees only her joy. Where they believe she is a slave, her master allows her comforts - she has many friends in this world. The wild fey answer her calls, and she runs the house and the lands with her friends.
She is not a sad, lost princess. No, not any longer. Now, she is a demon, answerable only to one. And he is answerable to her.
They are paired together, now, bound by souls and blood. And Samiazaz is happy, and proud, and dangerous - and Aidel holds her leash in lax hands. Someday, he might allow her freedom, to wreak the havoc that she will.
Someday.
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