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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.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-09-26 05:06 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, The first time Sam kissed Dean, Sam was barely fifteen and Dean gently pushed him away with a murmured, No, Sammy.
FILL!
Date: 2016-02-20 05:33 pm (UTC)He kept his feelings to himself, hoping that his desires for Dean would fade out with time…but they didn’t. His love only grew stronger with each passing day. It was a cold day in December when Sam couldn’t take denying his affections any longer; he drank his love away, sneaking a bottle of Dad’s whiskey while John was away. He got so smashed that he could barely stand.
Dean had been out most of the day on a hunt, a simple salt and burn he could handle by himself, so Sam should not have been supposed when Dean retuned home early and caught him, bottle in hand. The fact that his head was swimming and he thought he was going to vomit did not matter; What mattered was Dean’s warm arms around him, hugging him, and Dean’s lips inches away from his, looking so soft and honey sweet.
“I love you, Dean,” Sam blurted out, the verity of drink having loosened his tongue.
Dean scoffed, his nose crinkled at the scent of whisky on his young brother's tongue. “You don’t love me, Sammy; you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes I do. I love you, with all my heart.” Sam leaned in and kissed Dean, his hand palming Dean’s skull and his fingers threading lightly though Dean’s soft hair.
The kiss was a drunk, sloppy one—too much tongue and lips, uncoordinated and a pressing of lips too hard together as Sam's hands glide over the warm, smooth skin of Dean's back, finger nails scratching lightly. It was over as quickly as it had begun. Dean pushing him away with a murmured, "No, Sammy." He pushed him towards the shower and barked an order at him to "go cool off, sober up."
Sam went quietly, holding back the soft sniffles. When he got out of the shower a little while later, Dean was gone. Sam cried himself to sleep that night, and come morning, when Dean returned with breakfast, they did what Winchesters do best.
They did not talk about it. They kept what happened in the dark, keeping their feelings hidden from the light of day.
(END)
Re: FILL!
From:no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 05:06 am (UTC)Highlander, Methos/Kronos, they are terrible for each other and worse for the world
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Date: 2015-09-26 05:07 am (UTC)Harry Potter, Severus Snape + Harry Potter, how does Snape treat Harriet Potter if she still has her mother’s eyes?
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Date: 2015-09-26 05:08 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, playing the spit-take game
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Date: 2015-09-26 05:09 am (UTC)DCU/Xena: Warrior Princess, Diana of Themyscira/Gabrielle/Xena, two brunettes and a blonde who kick ass and don’t even worry about the names
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Date: 2015-09-26 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:03 am (UTC)We are hard on each other and call it honesty,
choosing our jagged truths with care and aiming them across the neutral table.
The things we say are true; it is our crooked aims, our choices turn them criminal.
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Date: 2015-09-26 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:23 am (UTC)Mini fill while waiting for the nails to dry and getting ready to go to a convention
Date: 2015-09-26 12:59 pm (UTC)Drusilla was. Oh, her visions warned her of him, told her to seek shelter in the safest place possible. Too bad it wasn't safe enough.
Hunting Buffy is even better. She's harder to break. She won't come to him willingly. She'll come armed with a stake, a cross, holy water. Her own will to survive.
Angelus isn't sure if he can bend her enough to make her brittle, to bring her close enough to snap. But it'll certainly be a pleasure to find out.
Re: Mini fill while waiting for the nails to dry and getting ready to go to a convention
From:Re: Mini fill while waiting for the nails to dry and getting ready to go to a convention
From:no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:27 am (UTC)let me touch you again for the last
last time.
filled
Date: 2015-09-28 12:46 am (UTC)This isn't how it always was.
Once, it was nothing but soft mouths and hands that were content to touch and stroke for hours upon hours and nothing else. Once, Jason couldn't stop smiling every time Bruce kissed him and for the longest time Bruce couldn't forget the shape of Jason's mouth when it pressed against his, the way he tasted like cigarettes and grape bubblegum.
Afterward, when the scent of sex and of Jason is soaked into every inch of his room and Bruce knows he'll smell him there for days, when Jason rolls onto his side and won't look at him, marks all over his neck and shoulders where Bruce couldn't help but leave a piece of himself, he'll say, "Tell me."
Tell me to leave. Tell me not to come back.
Tell me you want me.
He wants Bruce to decide, but of all the hard decisions Bruce has had to make in his life, this is one he refuses to make.
He watches Jason get dressed, watches him leave the way he leaves every time, and every time he wonders if this time will be the last time.
It never is.
Re: filled
From:Re: filled
From:no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:28 am (UTC)he will say please.
filled - bruce/jay (assasins verse)
Date: 2015-09-26 11:08 pm (UTC)That restraint is gone now, though, Bruce's fingers leaving rings of bruises around Jason's wrists as he holds his arms over his head and just looks at him.
Jason shivers a little beneath that gaze, know he'd be insane not to be a little bit terrified right now. He's only known the guy for a few days. He doesn't really know what he gets up to, what he's even capable of. Still, it doesn't change the fact that he's harder than he's ever been in his life.
"What are you going to do to me?" He asks and sees the muscle in Bruce's jaw twitch.
"I'm going to ruin you," Bruce says plainly, leans in next to Jason's ear and breathes against his skin. "And you're going to beg for it."
Jason trembles, rolls his hips against Bruce and feels that he's just as hard. "Please."
Bruce grins, scratches his beard over Jason's skin. "Good boy."
Re: filled - bruce/jay (assasins verse)
From:Re: filled - bruce/jay (assasins verse)
From:no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:32 am (UTC)1 sentence, RPF (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Date: 2015-11-18 08:04 pm (UTC)I think I might give up everything, just ask me to, he writes, knowing that he would.
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Date: 2015-09-26 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 07:59 am (UTC)Yeah, I’m scared.
I’m scared as hell. Fucking terrified.
But I’m done letting fear
– of my world, of myself –
choke the life
and the love
and the light out of me.
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Date: 2015-09-26 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 08:05 am (UTC)he tastes like blood
and ice
and peppermint
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Date: 2015-09-26 08:07 am (UTC)(813): I woke up to both of you drawing on me in sharpie, unless a glorious threesome was had the night before that is not okay.
(727): Who says it wasn't?
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Date: 2015-09-26 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-26 11:59 am (UTC)How many more of your relationships do I have to destroy before you realize sleeping with me isn't a good idea?