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comment_fic'tis the time for 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!
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: 2015-08-29 05:03 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, break his heart to save him
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:03 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, promise me love
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:04 am (UTC)RPF/Highlander, One Direction, one of them is pre-immortal; the rest aren’t
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:04 am (UTC)Fairy tales; any peasant, princess, or nobleman’s daughter;
I don’t need you to save me
With that white steed and shiny crown on your head
This is my life and I’m doing my best
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:05 am (UTC)Highlander, Methos, once you reach a certain age, you have essentially suffered, at some point, everything that can possibly be suffered
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:06 am (UTC)fill: mcu/dcu - jason/steve - together, they fight crime! ...almost (1/3)
Date: 2015-08-30 03:21 am (UTC)----
Jason glares through the one-way glass, knowing that the backstabbing, flag-fucking son of a bitch had to be on the other side, squirming with guilt. Like he should be.
"Am I boring you?"
"Yes," Jason snaps, eyes darting to the government spook. "What the hell do you even want from me? I'm a murdering psychopath from another dimension, you should either be finding a way for me to be my world's problem again or tossing me in jail." Or a nuthouse. Jason will literally tear his way through SHIELD if they try to do that to him. He has enough memories of Arkham.
Agent Suit (because fuck if Jason's gonna dignify this asshole with a name) clasps his hands on the table. "We don't have the technology to hone onto your home dimension, not after you've been away from it for so long. You've told us yourself that your original method of travel is no longer viable."
Fuck that magic ruby, fuck Intergang for getting Jason mixed up with it, and fuck Count Doom or whatever his name is for stealing and breaking it. If Jason no longer gets a shot at killing the Joker, he'll damn well take that chrome-gilded bastard's head as a consolation prize.
"As for prison...," Suit continues, smiling wryly. "Well. We both know you'll just break out again."
Jason doesn't bother hiding his smirk, even though it pulls at his split lip. After he was ambushed, they took him into custody. This time, they stripped him down to his undershirt and boxers, slapping him with thick manacles tied to a table, which is bolted to the interrogation room floor. Jason shifts, feeling the chains drag along the surface of the table and the cold metal circling his wrists, and knows it isn't enough to hold him. He ignores the memory of Dick teaching him how to dislocate his joints.
Still, these guys are learning. Which is more than Jason can say for the pack of deluded idiots that populate his dimension.
"So. What's the deal, Armani?" Jason demands.
"It's Dolce & Gabbana, actually."
"Whatever, like I give a crap about you being a brand whore," Jason says, rolling his eyes. They stripped away his mask, they should know how fucking done he is with this pussyfooting bullshit. "Have you finally seen the error of your ways? Decided to join me, learn the art of taking out the trash?"
Suit brings up his hands, still interlaced, to hover in front of his mouth. Jason doesn't... he doesn't flinch, but, for a split second, he sees Batman—Bruce—brooding over his latest case.
No one is looking for him. Jason is stuck here, on this Earth without Gotham, for the rest of his miserable life.
"Steve would be the first to tell you that people aren't trash," Suit says and it cuts clean through Jason's thoughts, like a sharp knife across a scumbag's throat.
"What," Jason starts, slamming his fists on the table. He stands up to loom over Suit, letting the anger, the—the betrayal bubble back up. "—does that lying shithead have to do with any of this?!"
"Everything," says Agent Suit blandly and tosses him a file. Jason breathes, trying to pull himself back from that Pit-edged rage, and jerkily opens the folder.
fill: mcu/dcu - jason/steve - together, they fight crime! ...almost (2/4!!)
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-29 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-29 05:11 am (UTC)FILL: This Beat is Crazy [Daredevil (TV), PG]
Date: 2015-08-29 07:09 pm (UTC)Magdalen "Mags/Maggie" Murdoch = Matt
Francine "Foggy" Nelson = Foggy
Clarence Temple = Claire
Wilhelmina Fisk = Fisk)
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"This," Foggy says pointedly, "is insane."
And, no, she really can't see her - but her imagination is good enough to fill in the details: the wrinkle of Foggy's forehead, the stern cross of her arms across her chest, "you're going to have to be more specific."
"Mags," the gusty noise of a sigh, and now she's imagining Foggy pressing her knuckles to her eyes in that same gesture of frustration she's been practicing since the first day of college, "you're 5'2."
"I am aware."
"And petite and pretty and legally blind and-" Foggy gives another sigh, pinches her nose again. The gesture, familiar as it is, sends a flare of warmth through her, "you shouldn't be out there fighting crime."
"Hm," she says, and bites down on a smile. Somehow she has the sense that Foggy wouldn't appreciate it, "I can handle myself, you know."
"If by handle yourself you mean 'almost die on a nightly basis', yeah," Foggy snorts, and proceeds to give her what she assumes is a truly fearsome glare, "I've met Clarence, you know. Fractured ribs, punctured lungs, a frankly obscene amount of concussions-"
"Foggy," she says, amused but unwilling to go too far down memory lane.
"-And that's not even to mention the near misses. I mean, if you hadn't got away from Fisk-"
"Foggy."
"I just-" Foggy sighs again, bites her lip. Takes the hint, but only reluctantly, "I worry about you, okay? You're my best friend, and I don't want you to die in some gutter and be accidentally taken to the men's side of the morgue."
"Pretty sure they don't have separate sides, Foggy," she chuckles, raises her hands before her best friend's sharp intake of air can turn into angry words, "I know it was a film reference, I know. It's just... Well, you have to know that I'm not going to stop."
"Yeah," Foggy huffs, and her tone is reluctant but she's telling the truth, "yeah, I do. It's just... You have to acknowledge that it's insane."
"Of course."
"And you have to be careful," Foggy bites her lip, that familiar catch of teeth before the inevitable blurt, "more careful than you have been. You defeated Fisk and her cronies, but there are going to be more. And you can't keep almost dying-"
"I know," she interrupts quietly, and reaches out to catch Foggy's hand - press the soft weight of it between her own and feel the familiar sense of coming home, "I know, Foggy. And I will, I Promise."
"...I've heard that before," Foggy snorts, but squeezes back. And her heartbeat calms, and she can tell that she's smiling again, "come on, my insane crime fighting companion. If I can't convince you to seek help, can I at least convince you to try out that new Indian place on fifth?"
"Of course," she smiles, the world back to normal. And allows Foggy to drag her along by the hand, with all the enthusiasm and brightness that she's never deserved but always longed for, "even if you will spend all your time trying to flirt with cute waiters in subpar Punjabi."
"Hey!"
It's not so bad, sometimes, to be insane.
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Date: 2015-08-29 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-09-02 08:33 pm (UTC)Midnighter snorts, hits one of the guys attacking them so hard Dick catches some of the spray of blood on his cheek. "Next," Midnighter says. "You'll be telling me this isn't a kissing story."
This startles Dick enough that he stops fighting to give Midnighter a curious look, gets tackled to the ground in return with a rusty knife about to be plunged into his chest.
Midnighter pulls the guy off of him, slams his fist into his face until it looks like hamburgers meat, then tosses him to the side and offers Dick his hand. "You always let yourself get this distracted in combat or am I just special?"
Dick rolls his yes, but he takes Midnighter's hand anyway, wipes the blood off his cheek and shakes his hair out.
"See?" Midnighter grins. The contrast of how bright it is compared to the darkness of his cowl is confusing. "Friends."
"Okay," Dick says as they walk away from the fray unscathed, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. "Fine. But this is definitely not a kissing story."
Midnighter smirks beneath the cowl. "Whatever you want to tell yourself, kid."
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Date: 2015-08-29 06:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-29 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-29 08:14 am (UTC)(540): I sense lesbianism
(703): That's a weird power
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Date: 2015-08-29 08:15 am (UTC)and then Dick - or, even better, Babs - reads her the riot act about being a shit mother anyway and Damian gets ice cream and everybody has a lovely dayno subject
Date: 2015-08-29 08:16 am (UTC)but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
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Date: 2015-08-29 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-29 02:27 pm (UTC)fill. The Walking Dead, Rick Grimes/Michonne
Date: 2016-11-25 09:53 pm (UTC)"Fuck," she muttered loudly which was enough to rouse the sleeping Rick.
"Michonne?" he asked rather sleepily still. "Is something wrong?" he asked clearly oblivious to the situation they now found themselves in.
A situation they probably could have avoided had Rick not came up with the idea of spending a weekend away together in Vegas.
A weekend that involved both of them coming up with lies to get away because no one in their friend group had yet to find out they were dating and had been for nine months now. No one had even as much as suspected that the close friendship that Rick and Michonne had, had delved into way more after a few too many long conversations about all the ways they had loved and lost over the years.
Their main source of bonding being their failed relationships and their struggle to be single parents who could nicely co-parent with their exes.
"A lot of stuff is very wrong right now Rick," Michonne sighed as she turned to look down at him. "We got married last night in some cheesy chapel with an Elvis impersonator and I'm just wondering how we tell people. Our friends didn't even know we were dating," she sighed before falling silent. "How do you suppose we should let them know we're married?" she questioned as she watched Rick lock eyes with her.
His face was now noticeably paler as the reality of the situation hit him.
"Oh," Rick mumbled as he too sat up in bed now before shaking his head. "Maybe we really shouldn't have drank so much."
Michonne only laughed as she shook her head, "That probably would have been our best bet," she said before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly, the stubble on his skin scratching her some. "But maybe you shouldn't have been so adorable when pouting over the fact that you wanted me to be your wife and you couldn't wait another minute for it to happen."
"I really said that?" Rick questioned with a raised eyebrow and again Michonne laughed because leave it to him to forget that.
"You really said that," she confirmed with a shake of her head. "So in the end this whole thing is really all your fault because you know I just can't resist your pout or say no to you."
Now it was Rick who laughed before turning his head to peck her lips, "Then I guess we have our story we can tell everyone. It was all my fault in the end somehow. The rest we can figure out at some other point."
Smiling all big and wide Michonne sighed maybe feeling a bit of contentment. Just a bit.
"I think I like that story Rick," she spoke before leaning in to kiss him and this time it was much longer than a peck.
She knew they needed to be calling their friends and family and telling them what happened but well what would it hurt to wait a bit longer? What would it hurt to consummate their marriage for a second time and this time be sober when doing it?
It didn't really hurt anything Michonne figured which is why they were going to do just that and maybe after the sex then they could tell their news to their friends.
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