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Here's the 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.
Please follow this format for prompts:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
Here's the 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.
Please follow this format for prompts:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:18 am (UTC)Sharknado films, author’s choice, what’s going on in the rest of the world?
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:19 am (UTC)Highlander/Marvel movies, Methos + Steve Rogers(/Bucky Barnes), “It makes you feel young, doesn’t it?” the man next to him asks Steve as they gaze down into the Grand Canyon.
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:23 am (UTC)Jurassic World, Owen Grady, Nevermind
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:26 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, [person’s] daemon is an Paraceratherium
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:35 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2015-08-01 06:43 pm (UTC)It began with a kiss, feather soft and tender, lips sweet like honey, palms caressing his cheeks gently. The warm glow of the candles lit up the room, their shadows dancing on the walls like elegant ballerinas.
Zach’s hands were velvet soft on his body, caressing lovingly up and down Shaun’s sun-kissed skin as he trembled, fingertips soft as angel kisses. He brushes his lush lips over Shaun’s jaw, nipping lightly and smiling when he feels his lover shiver, and his hips don’t quicken as the pleasure burns hotter, but instead glide swift and smooth, rocking lazily in and out.
Shaun’s breathing catches when he remembers the sensation of Zach’s thickness inside him, wet and warm, stretching him and playing a passionate song across his sweet spot that made his belly coil with lust and heat. Zach murmured kind reassurances when he whined at the slight burn as the muscles gave way, there was a little discomfort, but Zach kissed his lips sweetly and brushed a hand through his hair, and suddenly all the pain had slipped away, leaving only pleasure.
That night Zach made love to him until the sun rose, hips grinding slow and smooth as he pressed adoring kisses all over Shaun’s face, and when the storm of pleasure slammed into him, he held his lover tight and kissed him passionately as their souls danced to the song of love.
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 05:36 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-09-05 05:54 am (UTC)A grunt answered her.
"I mean it," she said. "I'm starting to feel bad."
Her partner-in-crime let out a snort of disbelief. Blue eyes glanced at her, bright with amusement, as he drawled, "It'll pass."
"But..."
But she liked Angel. He was one of her favorite people in the world. Of all the people she'd tried to kill, he was the only one who never threw the fact to her face.
"Turning chicken, luv?"
"No! But-"
"It was your idea."
Not really. But she hadn't protested either. As great a person as Angel was, he could be so serious. Yes, they had saved the world by the skin of their teeth (which was the reason they'd all come together under one roof again). And yes, his private life was going through something of an upheaval, what with the son meeting the girlfriend and neither being too fond of the other. But couldn't he relax a little? London was still standing in one piece, and once Buffy thumped into the boy's head who was the top predator, they would be fine.
But no, Angel had to be all stern and worried, and barely crack a smile at all.
If his upright manner were a balloon, Faith would be the six-year-old poking at it with a stick - and then shrieking when it popped.
And Spike would happily tie it to Angel's own ankle just to watch him trip.
"Look. Our broody vamp here has been through hell and survived - what's a couple harmless pranks going to do?"
Faith was aware that what they were doing was wrong. But awareness had never her problem. It was the drive to run to the edge and then jump off it what pushed her. It didn't seem to matter whether she was damning herself or saving the world, she just needed to prove that the rules didn't apply to her.
And Spike, who'd never met a rule he couldn't bend, understood that about her.
No wonder he'd come to her with the idea.
"I suppose," she said, shrugging a little, "a little holy water is not much of a threat compared to living on a hellmouth."
He nodded, needing no further confirmation that their illicit visit to Angel's quarters was back on track. "Or playing chicken with demon lawyers."
"Or dating a Slayer," she threw with a nonchalant air, looking away as if she hadn't meant to needle him.
To his merit, Spike rose to the occasion with a sincere-enough snicker. "And coming back for more," he said, though his tone betrayed he still wasn't sure whether to be impressed or pity Angel's choice.
Smart people gave a wide berth to any discussion of Buffy's love life. That was one of the unspoken rules of life after Sunnydale.
Which meant that Faith couldn't resist adding, "And you'll do nothing about that?"
He gave her his best wicked smirk - and Faith could see the attraction; she really could - and pulled up the little vial in his hand, careful not to let it spill onto his own skin.
Faith was tempted to roll her eyes. As revenge, it would be lame; not to mention that Buffy would fail to see the humor of it. "Nah," she told him, grinning a little, "you can tell me the truth. You just enjoy annoying Angel."
Spike gave an unrepentant shrug, and before he headed over to the closet to sprinkle Angel's shirts, he motioned to the pot of industrial glue in her hands. "And you don't?"
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Date: 2015-08-01 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 06:08 am (UTC)Fill: Mission or Submission?
Date: 2015-08-02 12:33 am (UTC)Oliver hates letting Tommy down but they've got a target and he has to ditch his Dom on the pretence of being needed at a meeting. His stomach twists at the lie but it doesn't stop him doing what he needs to do. Afterwards when he's home again he thinks of seeing Tommy and his stomach churns. He hates having to lie, deceive the man he trusts most in the world. Every couple needs trust but it's especially important between them so he can submit. Tommy needs to trust him too, know he'll speak up if a scene gets out of hand, know that he'll be honest about desires and limits and that Oliver will allow Tommy to give him what he needs.
What he does in the hood is not who he is with Tommy but Tommy only thinks they have trust because he's operating in the dark. Oliver can't even go to him now with bruises blooming on his skin, not yet fully formed but visible enough that they wouldn't escape the scrutiny of his Dom. It would be easier if he could be honest with Tommy but it would change everything, he'd lose everything. Since his return he's tried to be both Tommy's boy and defender of this city. He can't do both and be one man and like the subject of the Robert Frost poem he'll have to choose between two paths - the only real option being the one that breaks both their hearts.
It was unfair of him to go to Tommy, reignite what they had before and he flushes with shame and guilt at the ways he's letting Tommy down. If this were any other situation he'd seek comfort in the bliss of being used, find salvation on his knees and push everything aside for the peace that submission brings. Tommy and he have been exclusive since Oliver came back, they're out to their parents and Thea. Malcolm had just smirked and it had taken the steadying presence of Tommy's hand on the small of his back for Oliver not to engage in an argument with the man responsible for many of Tommy's abandonment issues.
Being Tommy's isn't all one-way traffic. He knows that Tommy loves having him back and taking care of him. He knows how much it matters to him that Oliver gets what he needs. Leaving him might make Tommy think he hadn't done enough or that Oliver didn't love him. He can't be with Tommy nor can he be without him and carrying on like this is eating him up inside. It would be cowardly to just wait till he's found out, to have Tommy dump him. After everything he survived to get back to Starling, he's not comfortable taking the cowardly option. Slade had been ruthless at times and he'll have to be too. Tommy deserves to know the truth.
Even if there were no new marks on his body, he doubts he could switch off and submit. He could go through the motions and maybe even get off but he'd constantly be thinking of the lies he's had to tell, how they're stacking up - forming a wall between him and Tommy. Oliver doesn't feel any better for having decided on what action to take. He'll lose his Dom, his best friend, a good man. Tommy will probably party and hide his devastation. He won't be able to tell anyone about Oliver leaving him, how he misses his mom, how his dad upped and left him when he needed him most. Oliver's the only one Tommy's ever opened up to like that and now Oliver will take even that from him. This mission to save his city had better be worth it.
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Date: 2015-08-01 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 06:14 am (UTC)set anytime after season 3
Date: 2015-09-23 04:26 pm (UTC)It's a quiet night in, with Hardison hacking another database just to prove he can and Parker watching reruns of old cartoons while Eliot flips through a baking magazine (baking isn't his thing, but looking at all the pretty food comforts him, okay?).
The words have been building for months, and he doesn't want to bite them back anymore.
"I loved him," he says with no warning, without looking up from the cupcake decorated like an Easter egg. "I woulda done anything for him. I did."
Hardison's fingers still on the keyboard and Parker turns down the TV, and neither of them say anything as the scant details he can bear to provide pour out of his mouth.
None of them will ever mention it again.
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Date: 2015-08-01 06:15 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-08-02 12:45 pm (UTC)"Will you two shut up?" Susan shouted from the middle of the huge hotel bed. She looked at the travel alarm clock on the bedside locker, then remembered it wasn't actually to be used for timekeeping. And her ridiculously tacky kitten watch was unintelligible as a chronograph. "It's - what time is it?"
Fine and Ford both flinched and looked guilty. They each checked their (Omega and Breitling, respectively, darn them) watches and said, "a qurter to four."
Rick glanced at Bradley, smirked and added, "or a quarter past seven in Kabul."
"10.45 at night in New York, or 10.45 at night in Hong Kong," Bradley added.
"Or a quarter to four in Dublin," Rick said proudly.
There was thirty seconds of profound silence, then Bradley and Susan both pointed out, "Dublin time is the same as London time!"
"Maybe, but it drunker and more likely to result in a fight," Rick said defensively.
"What makes you say that? There's plenty of alcoholism in England, too," Susan pointed out, patting the duvet to entice her boys back to bed.
Rick shrugged and got back into bed. "I was infiltrating a drug baron's son's stag do in Temple Bar. Best brawlers in the world, the Irish," he said happily.
"That is so bad on so many levels I am not even going to deal with it," Susan declared. "What were you two making all the ruckus about, anyhow?"
"He said he could hit the toilet from over there," Bradley said, climbing under the cover on Susan's other side and pointing vaguely across the room. Far from the door to the ensuite.
"With wha- no. No, no, no, no, please tell me you two weren't having a literal peeing contest, please. This is a nice hotel. If they kick us out because you two marked your territory like a pair of tom cats then the CIA will stop sending us to nice places!" Susan groaned and hid her eyes under her hands.
"I didn't splash anything I wasn't supposed to," Rick pointed out. Susan sighed in pained relief, until he added, "unlike someone who shall remain nameless, Bradley "can't control his stream" Fine."
"Fine. Please tell me he's making it up to make you look bad," Susan pleaded through her fingers. Bradley squirmed guiltily.
"BOYS," Susan exclaimed in dire exasperation. "I love you both equally, you need to stop competing over me. I'm not a prize you can win away from one another."
"You must love one of us more," Rick said, sniffing loudly.
"Everyone has some kind of preference," Bradley added, looking anywhere but at Susan.
"Alright, I'm going to explain this to you for the last time," Susan said with patience she didn't feel, and certain it would not be the last time, "Ford, you've got girth. Fine, length. Ford, enthusiasm, Fine, technique. You are both the best sex I have ever had, and I love you both the exact same amount. Do you hear me?"
They mumbled something.
"Do. You. Hear. What. I'm. Saying."
"Yes, Coop," they said in unison, sounding sulky.
"Now it's four in the morning and I have an early start to get ready to look like the crazy cat lady from Minnesota again. We have two options. One: we all snuggle up under the covers and go to sleep, or Two: we have sex and then fall asleep. I'm leaning towards option One but I could be convinced to go for Option Two if you both stop competing with each other. You both won. Okay?"
Some time later, as they were all about to drop off, Rick mumbled something into Susan's ear about cats.
"What?"
"C'n you wear the cat lady outfit to bed next time?"
"We'll see."
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Date: 2015-08-01 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-08-01 07:10 am (UTC)lol I forgot I actually started writing this because of this prompt
Date: 2015-08-02 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-01 07:13 am (UTC)fill - lb.
Date: 2015-09-21 02:02 am (UTC)Right now, Dick's murmuring instructions in his ear, telling him which chemicals they're going to use and why, which ones make the prettier flames, like some kind of fucked-up chemistry teacher.
Not that Jason ever made it to chemistry.
Just a few minutes ago, Dick let Jason take point, let him gut some guy that Bruce wanted dead for - something or other. Jason's stopped asking, never really did to begin with; Bruce explained that it was a living, and Jason -
Jason kind of lives for that feeling of blood on his hands, the way his heart starts going eight hundred miles a minute, same as Dick lives for the smell of smoke as everything turns to ashes around them.
Dick does a perfect triple backflip off the balcony of the building, lands on his feet and shouts for Jason to jump down.
"I'll catch you," Dick promises, and it's not that Jason doesn't believe him, but he wasn't born with Dick's grace, wasn't born with - anything, far as he can tell, that should've brought him here, except something heavier than bloodlust. Bruce saw it in him right away, and maybe it took Dick longer, but now -
"Little brother," Dick tells him, wrapping an arm around Jason's shoulder after Jason climbs down the fire escape instead of jumping. He leads Jason away - slowly; Dick still wants to watch the show - from the mess they just made, smelling like candy and chemicals. "I wouldn't have let you fall."
"Yeah," Jason says. "I know."
They stop on the curb not too far away so they can watch everything burn, and Jason feels Dick getting hard against him.
"Dickie," Jason says later. They're in an all-night diner, waiting for Bruce's driver to come pick them up. Dick's making his way through a gigantic slice of blueberry pie while Jason glances around to see if anyone he used to know is in here right now.
"Do you ever think about what you'd be like if, you know, Bruce hadn't found you?" Jason asks.
Dick licks the whipped cream from his lips, looks at Jason a minute before he says, "Nope." He drags Jason into the alley behind the diner and they knock into each other for a while until Dick gets bored, presses his bloody mouth to Jason's and asks, "You mean, do I ever wish I didn't like that so much? Not for a second."
When Bruce finally shows up, he takes one look at the blood on their clothes and sighs. "One day," he says. "You two will both learn what I mean when I say subtle."
He doesn't seem to complain when Jason sits on his lap the whole way home, though.
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Date: 2015-08-01 07:32 am (UTC)FILL: Pick up the Pace [Batman Beyond, Bruce Wayne/Terry McGinnis, 15]
Date: 2015-08-01 02:11 pm (UTC)"Terry," Bruce says, voice only slightly rough as he nuzzles teeth into his bared neck, "what do you want?"
"Bruce..."
"What do you want?"
He stiffens a little, desperate and confused and not quite sure how to make words... And then shudders, all over, as Bruce winds fingers into his hair. Yanks him back, with a kind of gentle insistence that leaves him breathless.
"Terry," Bruce says, lips red and puffy and breath so very hot where it huffs across his face, "what do you need?"
And the words, this time, come almost without his input, "you."
And Bruce smirks, just a little. And leans in again.
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