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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!
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!
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Date: 2015-03-28 01:32 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, he sometimes watches Ancient Aliens for a laugh
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Date: 2015-03-28 01:37 pm (UTC)Star Wars, Luke Skywalker + Anakin Skywalker, somehow Luke travels through time and has the chance to rescue his father from slavery long before The Phantom Menace
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Date: 2015-03-28 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 01:37 pm (UTC)Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker or Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition
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Date: 2015-03-28 01:38 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles Stilinski, after the werewolves, Supernatural is no longer his favorite show
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Date: 2015-03-28 01:39 pm (UTC)Elementary, Joan Watson + Sherlock Holmes, non-sexual dom/sub relationship
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Date: 2015-03-28 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 01:54 pm (UTC)Anniversary (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Date: 2015-03-29 02:01 am (UTC)Their second anniversary, Edward got called away to Central City, to help with some problem with Xing. Winry couldn't go - Granny wouldn't let her travel, as pregnant as she was. So they promised each other again.
Their third anniversary, Simon was too sick for them to do anything except take care of him.
They nearly forgot their fourth anniversary, except Granny and Alphonse remembered, and for a week ahead of the date, reminded them daily. And promised to take Simon and Becca. And remind Edward and Winry they really should get out of the area, before someone called them and needed them for something else. Like, now.
So they wound up on a train, in a private room, heading West. And, after the first couple of hours of wondering aloud what was going on back home, with the kids, with their work, they realized being apart from all of that wasn't such a bad thing.
...It was a good thing the doors to their cabin locked, and trains were loud.
Seriously.
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 02:16 pm (UTC)lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; (Sonnet 129 - William Shakespeare)
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:17 pm (UTC)Rose, harsh Rose
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf (Sea Rose - Hilda Doolittle)
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 02:20 pm (UTC)be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words (Rumi)
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 02:41 pm (UTC)Hide and Seek, Testament + Sin Kiske + Sol Badguy (Guilty Gear)
Date: 2015-05-09 03:35 pm (UTC)The abrupt retreat of the forest animals around him alerted Testament of Sol's presence long before the man's heavy footsteps.
"His mood must be worse than usual," Testament thought to himself as he lightly watered a row of small sprouts.
"Where is he? I know he came through here," Sol barked gruffly.
Testament nodded to himself, outwardly appearing as though he was satisfied with the progress of the next row of plants. He took his time answering, but not to the point of riling up Sol further.
"I haven't seen him today. Maybe he tricked you," he said, his tone not unfriendly but not especially interested either. His gaze flickered toward Sol for only a moment before returning to the stubborn weed in his hand.
"Tch." Sol rolled his shoulders, a little irritation easing out of them. He slipped a hand into his pocket and muttered, "This better not be becoming a habit."
Testament paused. This time, he properly looked over at Sol, who was idly examining the other side of the small vegetable garden. He tilted his head to the side a fraction and hummed.
"His running or your chasing?"
Sol's eyes darted to Testament's as if he was surprised -- whether by being overheard or by the question itself was unclear.
"Shut it," Sol answered, more out of reflex than anything. He reached out to one of the plants, loosely holding a leaf between his fingers. "And when did you start growing potatoes?"
Testament's eyes narrowed and a slight edge entered his voice.
"Leave those alone. If there's nothing else, just go."
Sol held up his hand in surrender and raised a brow.
"Fine. Whatever." He stuffed that hand into his other front pocket, a lazy smirk finding its way to his lips. "I've reached my limit of you, too."
Testament merely watched as Sol wandered away and stepped back onto the old trail that led out of the forest.
As soon as Sol was out of sight, a messy blond shock of hair came into view over the edge of the roof of one of the ruined stone structures. Then the boy attached to it grabbed a nearby tree branch, climbed down a few feet, and jumped the remaining gap to the ground. He rolled in the thick grass with a laugh, lying on his back and staring up at the clouds until he felt Testament watching him. He quickly sat up straight and pulled on a serious face, but mischief still danced in his bright eyes.
"Thanks for lying for me."
"I didn't lie," Testament said, shaking his head. "I really hadn't seen you today until now."
"But I didn't trick him!" The boy stood and brushed off his clothes with little success. "You did, Uncle Tess!"
The noise Testament made at the nickname was strange but unmistakably long-suffering.
"Sin, I've told you not to--"
Before Testament could finish, the boy was standing by his side and talking over him as if he hadn't started saying anything at all.
"So thanks again!"
It was just a peck on the cheek, but Testament immediately froze at the contact. He watched the boy dash into the trees lining the old path that Sol was probably still walking along. He sighed, long and slow.
"...Now who's been tricked?" he mused aloud. From a nearby tree, a certain particular crow cawed in response.
As he resumed his work, his fingers digging into the soft soil, Testament wondered if maybe he was developing a habit, too.
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:41 pm (UTC)Fill - Steven Universe, Peridot (Spoilers for Jail Break)
Date: 2015-03-29 05:12 am (UTC)They told Peridot it would be routine: just check out Earth, activate its kindergarten, and head back home. But the mission was a disaster: First she ran into a splinter faction called the Crystal Gems; then when she came back with Jasper, they annihilated their spaceship and forced Peridot to evacuate through escape pod. Now she was stuck on this planet for Who-Knows-How-Long.
Peridot wouldn’t quit, though. She’d trek out on her own, leaving her smoking, ruined pod for the Crystal Gems to puzzle over. Not too many spacecrafts on provincial planet Earth, but she could find some left over from the first colonization, or manage to build one herself, if it came to that. And when she blasts off from this miserable hunk of rock, she would finally be where she belonged: Home.
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 03:42 pm (UTC)not a fill
Date: 2015-03-28 09:07 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill
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Date: 2015-03-28 04:15 pm (UTC)Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Merlin. Merlin/Arthur
Flash/Arrrow. Oliver/Roy or Oliver/Barry
White Collar. Peter/Neal
Firefly. Simon/Jayne
Character A likes making Character B jealous and is always talking to her just to make Character B snap. It's Character A's plan to get hot sex.
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Date: 2015-03-28 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-28 04:27 pm (UTC)FILL: Emotions Come (Don't Know Why) [DCU, Lisa Snart/Barry Allen, PG]
Date: 2015-03-28 07:30 pm (UTC)--
"Lisa," Barry interrupts, about half an hour in, "I love you, you know that I love you, but I'm going to be late."
"Late for what?" She asks sharply, and takes a certain amount of pleasure in the sigh that echoes from the other end of the line, "you don't have a life."
"I do have a life!" Barry sounds outraged, and she takes even more pleasure in that, "I have a job and a family and numerous hobbies... I even have a girlfriend!"
"From Canada."
"Iris is not from Canada-!" He pauses, takes in a deep breath. She smirks, largely to herself - it never fails to amuse her, how Barry never manages to control himself until it's too late, "look, Lisa, you know how much I care about you - and the weird, messed-up state of your life-"
"Hey!"
"-But I can't be late again, they're starting to get suspicious."
"A little bit of suspicion will do them good," she says, perhaps a touch sulkily.
"They're going to fire me," there's a long pause, and then another sigh. Despite herself, and she really does mean to remain sulky in that way that always has Len banging his head against the wall, she smiles, "look. I'll call you the moment I get back, alright? And then you can bitch about Ross-"
"Roscoe!"
"-Or whatever his name is, to your heart's content," Barry grumbles, and she finds that she can't even stay mad at him for that, "alright, Lisa?"
This is starting to become dangerous. She's starting to become yet another silly girl, overly attached to yet another silly boy. She can't quite help herself, she smiles again largely against her will, "I want you to come over."
"Lisa-"
"I want you to come over," she repeats, very deliberately, "and we can watch shitty movies, and order pizza, and gossip about boys, and have a generally lovely time. Alright?"
"Lisa..."
"Alright?"
"...I'll think about it, okay?" Barry says after a long pause, and that means that she's won. She probably shouldn't be as thrilled about that as she is, but she's largely past the point of caring by now, "I get off at seven, or should if they don't keep me for anything. I'll talk to you then."
"See me then, you mean."
"Goodbye, Lisa."
It takes her a few moments, after she's hung up, to realize that she's smiling like a lovesick fool. Yet another thing that she should be more troubled by, probably - but it's been like that ever since the first time she called Barry, and poured out all her frustrations with Len before he could give more than an 'uh'. All she does instead is keep smiling, leap to her feet and go to get the pizza menus ready before Barry inevitably arrives.
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Date: 2015-03-28 04:50 pm (UTC)fill - tim drake/jason todd I wish I even knew
Date: 2015-03-29 03:26 am (UTC)This was completely different. And so much better.
***
The nights when he fought in abandoned warehouses, down dark alleys long forgotten by the beat cops of Gotham, nodding along as Jason rattled off the rules, same rules, every night. He could recite those rules in his sleep. Those nights he wasn’t wearing padding or armor, not even a mask. He showed up in a white t-shirt and faded jeans, not a weapon to his name save for his fists.
The first night he joined some guy broke his nose. It bled forever, bled all over his white shirt into this stain that looked like some kind of fucking rorschach blob. It probably meant something.
It probably meant nothing.
But he kept going back.
***
Sometimes Tim wondered if it was just to see Jason, to share a smoke with him on the curb after, when they were both beaten and bloody, the black eye on his right a mirror to Jason’s left. He’d stare at the broken skin on Jason’s knuckles for too long before he’d take the cigarette from him, wonder what it would taste like if he grabbed his wrist, darted his tongue out and licked the wound.
Jason would just look at him and smirk, like he always knew exactly what he was thinking. Maybe he did.
Maybe he didn’t.
Maybe Tim was making this all up in some elaborate sleep deprived, insomniac haze.
Nah.
Probably not.
***
The first guy he ever hit (street clothes, no mask, fists as weapons) was Jason. Winced when his bare knuckles cracked against the side of his face, saw the spray of blood leave his mouth like in slow motion. Jason had just shook his hair out, dragged his hand over his mouth and wiped the blood on his jeans, grinning like a knife and so beautiful it made Tim angry. No one should be allowed to be that beautiful with blood on their teeth.
“I know you can do better than that, sweetheart,” he’d said, trailing two fingers down the side of his right cheek, putting himself on display. “Come on, kiddo. I ain’t your prom date. Fuck me up.”
Tim was grinning when he pulled back and hit him again.
He ended up breaking his hand, Jason’s nose, and later they broke Jason’s bed, second-hand shitheap that it was, and kept fucking on the floor until Jason came, teeth breaking Tim’s skin.
***
“Do you think there’s something wrong with us?” Tim asked him later, stitching up a pretty deep cut on Jason’s cheek.
“Oh shit yes,” Jason had grinned and dug his nails into Tim’s hip as the thread pulled at his skin. “I like breaking things and baby, you just love being broken.”
Tim reached up, pushed his thumb into the tenderness around his eye, winced through the pain and felt his pulse pick up beneath his skin.
He couldn’t really argue with that.
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