free for all

[tigriswolf]

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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[tigriswolf]

RPF, One Direction (Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles), Harry & Niall & Liam (and Zayn, if author chooses) as bandits or something come across badass adorable Louis

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, “There are things that frighten me – you’re not one of them.”

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, Five thousand years, he tells whoever knows to ask, and has done for two thousand years.

[tigriswolf]

Home Alone, author’s choice, if Old Man Marley hadn’t shown up at the Murphy house

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,



I am plagued by nightmares
where I survive you
You can do anything you like except
leave me here without you

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, etched into your skin

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

His kisses are wildfire spreading through him, quick and devastating. Every touch is a promise he's making of never leaving him, bruises that won't ever fade away because he's claiming territory. He's a conqueror. The winner in a pointless war they began long ago. One only good for bringing them together.

Will can't escape him, it had been foolish to think he could. All the time they spent apart he could only think about finding the man in front of him. Hannibal has a hungry look in his eyes as if he's about to leap and devour him. Will's insides tighten with anticipation. Those few scattered kisses were enough to light up his own desire. To make him open his lips and run his tongue over Hannibal's neck. Waiting, expecting. Keeping him as close as he can.

He's no longer a runner.

He wouldn't be able to leave, not now when Hannibal is a part of him. Not when he has welcomed darkness and he's on a new path. It's like he's seeing clear for the first time in ages and it's all Hannibal's fault for reaching deep into him and burying his heart within his own.

He's no longer a runner because they're two sides of the same coin and they can't be separated.

Because their chaos is a beautiful one.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, time in a bottle

Greek mythology

[tigriswolf]

For all that the gods fade away when their worshipers do, across all pantheons the gods of death remain.

"Do you yet regret entering my realm to be my bride?" Hades asks as another century turns.

"Of course not," Persephone answers. Hades chuckles, as ever disbelieving, but that matters not. She kisses his cheek, nods for the newest of Cerberus' pups to accompany her, and goes for her daily walk.

She chooses a different route each time, so that she travels through a different pantheon's death realm.

War remains eternal, and death, and the seasons; as religions fade and their followers, the war gods and the death gods and the seasonal gods remain, too. Changing, of course, but some things never do.

Persephone's walk ends where it always does.

"Is it time yet?" Pandora asks, lowering her sunglasses to smirk at Persephone. The jar is beside her, glowing.

"No," Persephone sighs, settling into the pool chair next to her and stretching. The puppy rushes to the pool, toppling over into the water. Pandora laughs, turning to look at Persephone.

"When they created me," she asks, "do you think any of them knew?"

"Of course they didn't," Persephone says.

Ares and Athena, and Mother, they are all that remains from the old days. They have changed so much they barely remember; Mother doesn't even recognize Persephone anymore. It hurt the first few centuries, but Persephone has changed, too.

The jar glows. Persephone ignores it.

"Hope remains, my darling," Pandora murmurs, sounding only a little cruel. It has been such a long time since she was that curious, bright woman. The jar has been with her since she was woven together and unleashed on the world.

"Yes," Persephone agrees, watching the puppy play in the pool. Hope remains, and time -- and when it must be done, Pandora will open the jar once more.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Any, any /or& any, trapped in a snow globe (real or metaphorical)

Fill: There And Back Again [Torchwood: Jack/Ianto: PG] - Part 1

[bk_forever]

Ianto shivered, tucking his freezing hands into his armpits in an effort to warm them a little. He wasn’t dressed for these conditions; all he had on was his suit, no gloves, no scarf, no warm woolly hat and no overcoat.

Snow swirled around him, obscuring his vision, and he frowned, realising that he had no idea where he was or how he’d got there. The last thing he remembered was being in the archives, putting a newly arrived device in its place on a shelf. Jack had snuck up behind him, and then… What?

“Ianto? Ianto, where are you?”

Jack’s voice was the most welcome sound he’d ever heard, cutting though the silence of the drifting snow like a beacon of hope. If Jack was here too, then maybe together they could figure out what had happened to them and how to get back where they belonged.

“I’m over here!”

“Oh thank goodness! Keep shouting! I can’t see you through the snow!”

After several minutes of shouting back and forth, Ianto finally saw a dark shape looming through the whiteness and hurried towards it, misjudging the distance in the eerie snow-light and colliding with it. The shape gave a surprised ‘oof’ and then familiar arms were wrapping around him.

“There you are!” Cold lips brushed against his own. “Are you okay?”

“Apart from being confused, lost, and half frozen, I’m fine. Where are we? I keep trying to remember what happened but I’m just coming up blank. Last thing I remember, I was down in the archives and…”

“…and I crept up behind you and grabbed you?”

“Exactly! Next thing I know, I’m standing in the middle of a snowstorm freezing my arse off.”

Ianto shivered again and Jack drew back just enough to open his coat, pulling his lover back against his chest and wrapping the warm woollen garment around them both as best he could. Thankfully, being double breasted made it quite roomy.

“Better?”

“A bit, thanks, but we need to find shelter as soon as possible; my feet are like blocks of ice in these shoes.” The snow on the ground was already deep enough to reach mid-calf on both of them.

Jack looked up into the sky at the fat, fluffy flakes falling lazily around them. “Seems to be easing up, I think it might be stopping.”

It was true, the blizzard swirling about them was noticeably less dense than it had been and the wind had dropped. A few minutes later they were able to make out their surroundings. They were standing in a glade among tall, dark trees and there was what looked like a cabin a couple of hundred metres away, not far from the edge of the forest. They wasted no time in hurrying towards it, wanting to get inside before it started snowing again. The sky overhead still looked leaden.

Reaching the door to the small building, Jack knocked and when there was no answer, pushed it open. They stepped inside quickly, shutting the door behind them to keep out the cold and looking around in the dim light through the glazed windows to either side of the entrance.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, like flipping a switch

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They were naked, entwined beneath the sheets, and John was kissing his way down Rodney's chest when Rodney was struck with a sudden bout of inspiration.

"Wait," he gasped.

John paused, but he hummed against Rodney's skin, and his pulse stuttered, mind missed a step.

"No, really, wait," Rodney said. "I just had an idea. About using the inter-dimensional bridge to send messages to alternate universes."

John made a questioning noise.

Rodney threaded a hand through his hair, tugged gently. "I know. Joe and Evan are out of the house for the first time in a long time, but I need your help. I need Physicist."

And it was like flipping a switch. One moment John was gazing at him with hungry heat, the next he was sitting up and reaching for his pajamas, speaking at a mile a minute, firing questions at Rodney. Rodney was suddenly struck that this was what it must have been like when other people had to listen to him.

He was also struck with the notion that all those times John paused, bowed his head, waited for another imprint to take control, and then lifted his head were token gestures. He could transition in an instant.

Rodney wondered how many times John had done that over the years they'd known each other, how many times John's unbelievable luck was actually unparalleled science going on in his head (bad, corrupt, evil, but somehow acceptable when it was John science).

"Earth to McKay." John stood in the doorway, fully dressed in a button-down shirt (mis-buttoned in his haste; John Sheppard was never that clumsy) and too-large jeans (Rodney's). "Come on. This was your idea."

"Right." Rodney scrambled out of bed.

"You might want to put some pants on," John said. And then he leaned in, kissed Rodney gently on the cheek, and for a second he was fully John again. When he spun on his heel and headed for the office, it was like the switch had flipped again. A guy could get whiplash, trying to keep track of his partner's multiple personalities like this. Even when some of them were very helpful and useful.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, midnight

FILL: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Mind, body, and Soul; All crashing into one and blending together as delicate lips kiss his neck. Trembling shudders go from his body and vibrate into his mate’s warm skin, two becoming one. Jared holds on a little bit tighter, soothing his distraught mate with a soothing hand brushing tenderly up his spine. Jensen’s been in heat for what feels like forever, shaken and sweat slick, harder than any time before, and it hurts as much as it is highly pleasurable.

The claiming bite on his neck still throbs, but it’s a good hurt, a hurt that makes him proud and wants to show off the mark to everyone—letting everyone know he found the love of his life. His Alpha is kindhearted, not rough like some of the other knothead’s he has known. Jared is gentle with him, pressing little baby kisses all over his face and nuzzling his neck, and for the moment the heat dies down into a low flame smoldering in the pit of Jensen’s belly.

He hums and bares his neck to the wolf, purring like a kitten when Jared presses wet kisses to his neck. As good as the touch is it is also bad because Jensen is suddenly and blindingly hard again, squirming on Jared’s laps while his hips jerkily rut forward to rub his thickness against Jared’s belly.

‘Honey’, ‘darling’, ‘sweetie’. Adoring charms stream from Jared’s lips as he holds his mate in his arms, and his sharp hearing picks up Jensen’s breathing, the way it hitches when his heart skips a beat. As he curls his fingers around the stiff flesh and strokes, he’s kissing Jensen fiercely, swallowing the beautiful moans that tumble off his pink, cotton candy sweet lips.

Closing his eyes and tuning out everything else but the sensation of his mate touching him, kissing him, Jensen feels his arousal building up—like a shooting star, blazing across the midnight sky, his body lights up with overwhelming warm pleasure. Another kiss are pressed to his lips, softer, sweeter, and he opens his eyes, doesn’t realize his hips are bucking forward into the hand skillfully seeking to bring him off, and he is met with the most beautiful pair of eyes that shimmer with love and devotion.

Jensen smiles then, a big, bright smile that lights up his face and warms his rosy cheeks, his cute boyish freckles glowing like golden honey.

“I love you, Jensen.” Jared purrs, nuzzling his nose with his, and grinning like a fool in love.

Wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck and leaning in to rest his head on his mate’s shoulder, he softly whispers “I love you, Jared.” Jared smells like home and love and softly, and Jensen gets lost in the vibe of ecstasy that fills him as his mate brings him to the edge of pleasure, not by the touch of his hand, but by the taste of his honey-sweet, soft lips.

(END)

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter/Sherlock, Hermione Granger + Jim Moriarty, cousins

pre-and post-canon

[tigriswolf]

Jim's never had much use for his family, but he does remember one of his cousins fondly -- Hermione, his father's sister's daughter, a bright little thing who devoured books faster than even Jim, and always wanted to share what she'd learned. His aunt Jean was the only member of his father's family to ever make something of themself, so Jim likes her well enough, even though his father used to complain that she thought herself so much better than everyone else.

She was better, Jim used to want to say. He kept it to himself because contradicting his father only ever ended poorly.

At some point, though, Hermione disappeared. Jim had popped in on Aunt Jean once at work, to ask where Hermione had gotten to; he'd found a new book he thought she'd like, so he took the time to leave his newly-found job as an errand boy for London's best criminals. Perhaps he was more fond of the girl than he'd admitted, even to himself.

"Oh, Jim," Aunt Jean said, taking her morning tea break from patients. "Hermione's gone off to boarding school. She's quite gifted."

Something was wrong with the delivery of the words, and Aunt Jean avoided his eyes. But it didn't like Hermione was in any sort of trouble, so Jim left the book with his aunt and returned to his rounds.

He didn't hear much about Hermione, or see her, not until well after the 'troubles' were over. That's what Aunt Jean called it, after she'd gotten back from Australia. By then, Jim was well on his way to establishing his empire, and if only Hermione hadn't been so busy doing whatever it was, she'd have made a wonderful addition to his staff.

But she, and Aunt Jean, and Aunt Jean's husband, they were all keeping something a secret. Jim dearly loved secrets but he hadn't the time, and for all that he remembered the girl she'd been fondly, he didn't know the woman his favorite cousin had grown into. He hadn't the time to figure out whatever they were hiding, so he always kept it on the To Do list.

And then there is no time left. Hermione has her life, and Jim isn't a part of it at all, and then he finds Sherlock Holmes.

.

"Oh, no," Hermione murmurs, tears welling as she listens to Mum on the phone.

"What's wrong, Mione?" Ron asks, glancing up from helping Rose with her breakfast.

She shakes her head, just listening in shock as Mum continues.

Jim had been her favorite, the only one beside Dad who'd listened to her when she was little, as she'd been so excited to share everything she'd learned. She hasn't thought about him in such a long time...

"Oh, Mum, what happened?" she asks.

"No one's quite sure yet," Mum says.

Hugo wanders into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes, and says, "Mummy, I had a bad dream."

"I've got to go, Mum," Hermione says. "Keep me posted, yeah?"

"Of course, sweetie," Mum says. "My love to the children."

As she lowers the phone, Hermione wipes at her own eyes and then scoops Hugo up into her arms.

She wonders what could've possibly happened to Jim - but then Hugo is telling her all about his nightmare, and Rose throws a tantrum, and there's a setback at work, and life is just too busy for a cousin she hasn't seen since she was a girl.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, samandirel/Benny , we can make it though this no matter what

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They could make it through this no matter what. As far as Benny knew, Castiel was pretty much the only totally socially inept angel out there. Other angels seemed perfectly capable of grasping things like sarcasm and pop culture. When Samandriel was in what Benny thought of as angel-mode, focused on battle and slaying demons, he forgot things like, oh, facial expression. His face went blank, his eyes flared with holy blue flame - grace - and he looked like nothing on earth.

But here, in the diner, wearing a stained old apron and serving gumbo, he was fresh-faced and earnest, charming and sweet, and the patrons loved him. He never messed up an order, he magically knew when someone needed a top-up or when the coffee pot needed refreshing, and he never dropped anything.

It was a risky move, coming back to his home town, to his family's business, but Benny needed something to hold on for. He knew some of the others looked at him askance because he shared his little camp trailer with Samandriel (which was silly, because angels didn't sleep, but humans didn't know that), and Samandriel looked so young. They also looked at him askance because he'd spent the first month flinching every time someone called the angel 'Sam'.

As long as Benny had Samandriel beside him, he could do this, suppress the worst parts of his nature and keep his home. No matter how good that one old man smelled when he came in after a hard day's work, hands cut and nicked from repairing fishing nets and wafting the delicious scent of blood everywhere. No matter how once in a blue moon a demon stopped by to enjoy its jaunt among humanity and Samandriel would lure it out back and smite it and they'd have to bury the body. No matter how social services showed up every few weeks and after a private chat with Samandriel the social worker would drift away, looking dazed. Benny could do this. They could do this together.

Until Naomi came calling.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John Winchester/ castiel, pick up the pieces of his broken heart

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Durarara!!, any, “Who has not asked himself [or herself] at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Durarara!!, any, "Instead of confining our customers to the outdated modes of ink on paper, we are allowing them to choose the news that interests them by imagining whatever news they want!" (welcome to night vale)

[streussal.livejournal.com]

From Dusk Till Dawn, Paloma + Santanico, the Paloma at the end of s2 was just a projection from Malvado (and Paloma is somewhere, else totally fine)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any &or/ any, help me so I can help you.

FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, TW: Mention of sexual assault

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Zero went to these people asking for help…the minute he began to talk he could see it. They don’t believe him. They think he is lying. They won’t even call it what it is because they don’t think it happens to men. Men don’t get raped. It doesn’t happen.

Then he starts doubtin’ himself, maybe he got it wrong—maybe he doesn’t know Jude as well as he believe he does. Maybe Jude made a mistake. He was drunk, things were unclear that night at the party. Maybe ‘no’ really meant ‘yes.’

But that is not the truth. Zero does know Jude. He is sweet. Kind, sort of shy. An easy target for predators.

So Zero goes online and finds all these articles. Schools, sports team, work, men getting assaulted. Not just in small towns, but worldwide. It happens more than you think. The people who run the playground want to hide it, keep what happened at the party a secret. They don’t want their hands dirty by what happened on their property, it would result in a lawsuit.

The police want to ignore it. They just want to brush it under the rug. Zero is more than angry. He is wrathful, full of hate and rage. His boyfriend was assaulted and no one wants to help. He shouldn’t have to beg people to care about Jude.

Now, it sends shivers down his spine and breaks his heart. He knows the truth, which somehow makes it worse. Jude cannot hide back the tears anymore. He has tried to be strong, to not be a victim, but he breaks like a shattered mirror. He clings to Zero, sobbing like a little boy who has scraped his knee. Zero closes his eyes and holds his boyfriend in his arms, wanting to keep Jude safe from the monsters of the world.

However, when he closes his eyes, he sees him… sees him on that night, the pictures posted online live before his eyes—live for the entire world to see. His friend, his lover, passed out, other men touching him inappropriately, laughing at Jude while he was unable to defend himself. His jeans are tangled around his ankles, his boxers soiled and stained with the proof of what they did to him. He is lying in his own vomit, passed out after being used like some party favor.

Zero’s arms tighten down on Jude, he holds his boyfriend fiercely as he tries not to cry. He has to be strong for Jude. Strong enough to see that the predators who hurt him are brought to justice. The night sleeps—the police uncaring if a man was sexual assaulted, because to them it did not happen. Only it did, his boyfriend was taken advantage off, and he has to be strong—Zero has to be ready for the fight that dawns on the horizon.

♥ END ♥

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger or Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass, creature!Harry's first heat.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Nancy Sheppard, date night while they were still happily married.

Fill 1/2: (also crossover with Dollhouse and Sisters)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Even though John had always hated formal balls and cotillions growing up, he took pride in attending the annual Officers' Ball. When he and Nancy were at Stanford and he was shunning his father's money, they'd had a lot of cheap dates – free movies in the park with leftovers from John's shift at the cafeteria or worse, ramen as their picnic meal, student dances and parties, the kind of charitable events Nancy patronized where the cover fee was a dented can of green beans. Now that he was an officer - just made captain - he was proud of his right to dress up and escort Nancy, also all dressed up, out for a fancy night. This year the ball was being held at a fancy hotel downtown, and according to Mitch's wife, the caterer the organizers had hired was top notch, award-winning and featured in some fancy cooking magazine (Mitch's wife was in culinary art school) and it was going to be a real high-class deal (Mitch, Dex, and John had all been threatened with sleeping on the couch if they brought their challenge coins with them). Dex's wife, who was a musician, had heard that a really great live swing band was going to be there as well. Dex wasn't the most graceful of dancers, but John had been raised a Sheppard, and he could foxtrot with the best of them, and he figured if he had to dance, he might as well dance to good music.

When Nancy finally came downstairs, she was devastating in a black velvet gown with a heart-shaped neckline. Diamonds gleamed at her throat (not Mom's diamonds; those went to Dave's wife), and when he leaned in to kiss her, she smelled divine. He was almost tempted to cancel the cab he'd called, but then she pulled back and smiled at him, and as much as he wanted to peel her out of that dress so she was in nothing but diamonds, he knew she'd been looking forward to this evening, and he wanted to show her a good time. She'd put up with so much, being forced to abandon job after job and sacrifice her career to follow him around to all his postings, and she deserved some recognition for her sacrifices. So the Officers' Ball it was.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, John realized why this year's shindig was so fancy. Apparently, the Army had been invited as well. Some kind of goodwill gesture between the different branches of the armed forces. At least the Marines weren't there. Not to mention some of these guys were going to be boots on the ground with John when he, Mitch, and Dex finally shipped out to A-stan; it couldn't hurt to get on their good side.

But the ballroom was softly lit so everything gleamed in gold, and the tables were laden with fine china, sparking silverware, and pure crystal glasses, and John took a second to wince for the American taxpayers. But then a photographer was urging Nancy to stand closer to him so they could pose as a heroic and lovely couple, and John remembered to smile. He didn't care about looking heroic, but Nancy was lovely, and he wouldn't mind a memento of this evening. While Nancy headed off somewhere to powder her nose with Mitch and Dex's wives, John, Mitch, and Dex roamed the tables to find one that had enough seats for the six of them to sit together. Apparently someone had thought it would be great to make the Army and Air Force mix, so the seating was arranged for them to alternate with each other. After additional recon, they arranged it so the six of them were at the same table as three Army couples. John hoped that Whitsig and plus one, Ceccoli and plus one, and Granger and plus one were lively conversationalists.

No one noticed that they'd rearranged some name cards, so they huddled together and confessed that they'd brought their challenge coins just so they wouldn't get caught flat-footed and wondered where their wives were.

"There's probably a terrible line in the ladies' room," Dex said.

But then Mitch nudged John and said, "I still don't know what the hell you did to deserve her."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), alwaysagirl!Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, (206): As a gentleman, I asked her if she was sure and she just whispered "wreck me" in my ear. I took that as a green light.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Cat Grant/Kara Danvers, (563): I've never had to kick an employee out of bed to go to work before.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, “is everything you own black?”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro,

“My boyfriend is pink!”
“I think they’ve noticed, Jordan.”

filled

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

"Pink," Hal says emphatically and pokes Sinestro in the nose. Sinestro bats his hand away like a pesky insect and glares at him, but Hal just dissolves into another fit of giggles.

"Is he..." Bruce begins, his expressions warring between looking traumatized and slightly concerned. "Going to be alright?"

"He was only briefly exposed to the poison," Sinestro explains. "Which wouldn't be an issue at all if he ever followed my orders, but I have a feeling you have experience in this area as well."

"Hn," Bruce says and continues peering at Hal closely.

"He's my boyfriend," Hal says, looping his arm around Sinestro's. "And he's pink." He nearly falls over giggling this time.

"Right," Bruce says, clearing his throat. "Well. Good luck with that."

Sinestro sighs and drags Hal off the ground and back to the ship. He thinks seriously about just restraining him with a construct until the effects wear off, but then Hal's crawling into his lap and curling up like he's not aware of his size, and he has stopped the incessant giggling and poking at him, so Thaal lets out a put upon sigh, but lets him stay there.

"Oh god," Hal says an hour or so later, voice scratchy and sounding slightly groggy. His eyes grow comically wide when he realizes he's in Sinestro's lap and he tries to move so quickly he lands right on the floor.

"How are you feeling?" Sinestro asks, smirking down at him.

"Ah, fuck," Hal groans and holds his head in his hands. "I told them you were my boyfriend, didn't I?"

"Yes, Jordan," Thaal goes for an impatient sigh, but it mostly comes out sickeningly fond. "But if you think they hadn't noticed already, you are a bigger idiot than I thought."

"Right," Hal says. "Superheroes. So, what else did I say?"

"It was mostly schoolgirl giggling," Thaal says, then gets that twinkle in his eye. "Except for the part where you propositioned Batman, The Flash, and myself to a --"

"Oh god," Hal groans and makes himself a pair of green, glowing ear muffs.

Thaal just pats his head and walks off to finish his reports. One day, he thinks, Jordan will learn to listen to him.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash (TV), Sara Lance + Leonard Snart (/Barry Allen), gay BFFs

No fill

[daria234.livejournal.com]

But I love this. They should be besties and just snark at everyone.