free for all
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comment_fic.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!
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: 2016-01-09 06:06 am (UTC)Chronicles of Narnia (films), Susan Pevensie, if she’d chosen to stay in Narnia when they discovered the lamp post
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:06 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, Albus Dumbledore will never know for sure when he lost the boy’s loyalty and trust.
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:07 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles,
I'm not really me
'Til I'm back in your arms again
'Cause it all comes clear
When we're both right here
And you lay your heart next to mine
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:08 am (UTC)RPF, Louis Tomlinson + Harry Styles/author’s choice,
If I didn’t know better
I’d think that you were mine, you’re with me all the time
If I didn’t know better
I’d swear we’re more than friends, you’re touching me again
If I didn’t know better
I’d think we were in love
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:08 am (UTC)Marvel movies, Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers,
i promise you won’t feel a thing.
cause everything the world could throw,
i’ll stand in front, i’ll take the blow for you.
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Date: 2016-01-09 06:45 am (UTC)Fill, Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona: "Run"
Date: 2016-01-10 12:43 am (UTC)Like Fiona.
There's nothing left but to run. So we clasp hands and run. Bombs explode around us, to the fore, to the rear. We run because to do otherwise is to die and neither of us wants that.
Not yet.
Not with the friends we have, not with the gifts we've been given.
Not with Charlie, still needing us.
We run, crashing through the glass, hitting the water, swimming to safety. We collect Charlie and we run, all the way to Ireland, leaving everything behind.
Fi and I, we can't look back. We have each other. We have Charlie.
When you're dead, at least to almost everyone who matters, you can be a different person. Choose one of the aliases you'd used over the years and become him or her.
You aren't a spy or a mad bomber with past ties to the IRA. You're whole new couple with no ties to the past.
It's time to stop running and live.
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Date: 2016-01-09 09:04 am (UTC)Please can we have sex in this office for old times sake
Fill: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, WARNINGS: references to underage fantasies, violence
Date: 2016-01-09 09:24 pm (UTC)It's strange, having Jason in here again. Jason as he is now, taller and stronger, wearing a leather jacket, sitting on one of the tables with this legs swinging in the air. Bruce knows it was a mistake to bring him here, after the latest incident in Gotham drove them together, but it's not like Jason doesn't know where the Batcave is. Pretending otherwise would be foolish.
"I shouldn't have done this," Bruce says at last, breaking the silence.
"Shouldn't have done a lot of things," Jason fires back. There's no heat behind the words, it's more of an automatic reaction at this point.
"I should arrest you." Bruce mutters, though they both know it's far too late for that.
"You know what you should do?" Jason asks slowly, eyes glinting.
Bruce can't help but rise to the bait, though he knows it's a trap no matter what Jason's game is. "What?"
"... me." Jason smirks like he's just told the cleverest joke in the world. He spreads his hands and gestures to the table. "Right here. Right now."
Bruce flinches. "No."
Jason squirms. "Come on! For old time's sake?"
"We never had sex." Bruce snaps.
"Like hell we didn't." Jason is off the table now, stalking forward, eyes dark and dangerous. "You knew what you were doing to me. All those late nights, making me feel special, dressing me up, taking me out on the town, taking care of me afterwards ..."
"That was ... that wasn't ..." Bruce flounders. Jason is very close now. Bruce takes a step back and Jason takes a step forward. They keep going until Bruce's back is to a wall and Jason's arm goes up, bracketing him in place.
"It was sex to me," Jason breathes, voice low. "I used to jerk off in here when you weren't around. All the fucking time. Best times were right after you'd had your hands on me, patching me up after a fight. You'd get me so fucking worked up, and they'd you'd leave ..." Jason's voice cracks. "You'd always leave me ..."
Bruce closes his eyes. He can't deal with this, not now, maybe not ever. He doesn't want to hear these things, doesn't want his memories of Jason soured.
"Hey, don't shut me out!" Jason's hand is on his chin, turning his head so they're face to face.
Bruce's eyes snap open. They should fight, now. Jason's laid hands on him, a fight is the appropriate response. Or they could go over to the table, like Jason suggested.
"You had your night on the town, and I patched you up. That's all I'm doing." Bruce insists. "Let go of me."
"Or what?" Jason presses forward, grinds against Bruce. He's hard, and his breath is hot against Bruce's neck.
There's no way out of this that doesn't end badly for both of them.
"Fine," Bruce growls, wrenching free of Jason only to turn around and face the wall, pressing his hands against the rock. "But we're doing this my way."
"Don't we always," Jason murmurs, but there's heat in his voice now, obvious excitement.
Bruce doesn't turn around the whole time.
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Date: 2016-01-09 09:07 am (UTC)Come on, will you just fuck him so we can watch Star Wars.
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Date: 2016-01-09 03:22 pm (UTC)Fill: The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden/John Marcone
Date: 2016-01-09 08:36 pm (UTC)The shock of seeing Harry Dresden clean shaven, recently showered, and wearing a suit of all things, is enough for me to forget my composure momentarily.
"Mr. Dresden, you look ... presentable."
He forces a smile. "Gee, thanks John. Set my heart a-flutter why don't you?" He shrugs his way into the opera house. "Let's get this over with."
Hendricks catches my eye as we follow Dresden inside. He stays silent, but his look speaks volumes, with footnotes and citations.
I sigh and shrug, wondering who Dresden's tailor is. There's no possible way he managed to find a suit that fits his lanky frame off the rack.
"I must admit, I did not anticipate you showing up appropriately dressed," I venture, by way of small talk. (I can practically hear Hendricks trying not to roll his eyes behind us.)
Dresden flushes momentarily. "Didn't think they'd let me in if I wasn't fancy," he mumbles. He recovers his usual bravado quickly, but the moment was still there. "Plus, last time I was here the theater manager wanted me to exorcise a ghost on the down low, and a lot of people remember my outfit from that weekend."
Images of Dresden chasing down a masked phantom fill my imagination. Probably not far off, considering his usual escapades. "Were you successful?"
"No ghost, just a bunch of superstition. I burnt some candles and made some drawings on the walls, told them to paint it over after I was gone. No ghosts are gonna take up residence here in the future, at least."
"How very charitable of you."
"Well, I still charged him my usual rate," Dresden points out. "Gotta pay the bills."
"Indeed." The lights flicker. "Shall we?" I motion to the stairs.
He heads up well ahead of us, long legs taking the stairs two at a time. I take the opportunity to observe how flattering his suit was cut, especially in regards to his ass.
Yes, I need to find out who Dresden's tailor is. If only to send him a thank you note.
Re: Fill: The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden/John Marcone
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Date: 2016-01-09 03:23 pm (UTC)Fill. NCIS, Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo.
Date: 2016-03-22 12:54 pm (UTC)It'd been too close, Tony's latest brush with death, and they were all worried: he'd gotten only scratches and bruises from the car flipping, but he just wasn't acting like himself in the slightest. Hell, he'd taken the break when Gibbs—Gibbs—had offered it. (Which went to prove how Tony's brush had unsettled them all.)
So while the machines worked and the computers ran, Abby crept into her office to check on him.
Her boots, unfortunately, made a stealthy entry impossible.
“Hey.”
“You should be sleeping! Gibbs said so!”
“I was just resting my eyes.” Tony squished Bert closer, a fart noise ringing out into the room. “Too wired to sleep, I think.”
She frowned a little. “I can call Ducky for you. He's always got something around to make you sleep. Well, not you specifically. It's not like he has a special 'Drugs for Tony' bottle around...”
“I gotcha, Abbs. But it's fine.”
“Tony, you don't look fine. You're not acting fine.”
“You're just not used to seeing me...” he sighed, “Look, I'll be fine. I just need something from home that I can't have until later.”
“What if I drive you home? Right now? You could get whatever it is and then you won't have to wait until later.”
His voice went quiet, soft, and he told her, “Abby, I need my husband.”
Oh.
Yeah, that was something she couldn't help Tony with and Gibbs was too tied up going after the guys who'd run Tony off the road into a ravine to be Tony's husband at the moment.
“I'm sorry, Tony.”
“Hey, it's all right.”
“I know, but I am.”
He reached out to gently squeeze one pale arm, then drew it back around Bert and closed his eyes. “Just going to rest them for a few minutes.”
“I'll stay here then. Just for a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
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Date: 2016-01-09 03:24 pm (UTC)(Or brother. Either way, preferably older than the speaker. :P)
Fill: Gundam Wing - Trowa Barton + Quatre Winner - In The Still Of The Night
Date: 2016-01-10 04:43 am (UTC)Trowa raised an eyebrow in question, but kept his thoughts to himself behind his carefully flat expression.
"She was telling me how you used to have nightmares all the time when you lost your memories, but you could never remember what they were about. She said they got better, but you've been having them again."
"Cathy exaggerates." Trowa topped off his mug then returned his attention to the eggs on his plate. "She worries too much."
"She loves you." Quatre set down his cup, smiling sadly. "I..." He paused as if words caught in his throat before hurrying on. "I worry about you too."
"I know." Trowa's smile was small and tentative, but genuine. Choosing to reply to the words unsaid instead of those spoken aloud he added. "I do too."
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Date: 2016-01-09 05:12 pm (UTC)Fill: White Collar, Neal/Sara
Date: 2016-02-14 09:07 am (UTC)He definitely isn't beneath teaching the florist how to forge his handwriting.
But that doesn't explain everything. The notes are all so unique, all so filled with love and longing and something that's utterly him that she doesn't believe it's a forgery.
(And Sara would be hard pressed to believe that Neal would let anyone else write the notes that leave her just a little flushed, even in his handwriting.)
That leaves the obvious answer. He's writing them himself.
She doesn't figure out how until, in search of some scrap paper, she wanders into the room they've set aside as his studio and finds him hunched over around two dozen of the standard florists' cards which are scattered on the table, his attention focused on the words he's crafting, his tongue sticking out of one corner of his mouth.
She backs out of the room quietly with a soft smile on her face and the beginnings of a tear in her eye.
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