Friday Free For All

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

And here we are again, another Friday and another Free For All - Any fandom, any characters, any theme and any prompts... the only limitation is your imagination!

I'm sure you all know the guidelines by now but just as a reminder:
No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again)
No spoiler prompts for a week after its aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.
RPS, Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, cockrings and handcuffs
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, great minds think alike

If nothing today is taking your fancy, don't forget our Lonely Prompts

That's all from me - have fun!

Comments

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, cockrings and handcuffs

[kelsusie.livejournal.com]

lol, you posted it!!!!! *looks around* ok, who needs enabled??

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, great minds think alike

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, you'd be surprised what I can do

[shinymessoyay.livejournal.com]

The Seeming

Continued from an earlier prompt, here. (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/71332.html?thread=22675364#t22675364)

Three hours after Hardison confesses to being inhuman, Eliot heads to the bathroom and he takes the chance to slip out of Nate's apartment while the hitter is gone. It isn't that he doesn't want to answer Eliot questions, but he...well. Doesn't want to answer his questions right now.

He presses the call button for the elevator and waits for the old machine to kick in. He's still trying to be OK that someone knows he's a changeling. He knows Eliot doesn't know, not exactly, since they met up with the van and got the hell away from Fenton's estate before the guards realized they weren't searching in the right direction.

Still. Eliot knows he has a Secret. The kind that had to come with the capitol S because it was...everything.

"Tell me you didn't think that would work. Seriously."

Hardison manfully does not scream like a little girl. "God damn it, Eliot!"

Eliot smirked faintly. "Your magic powers didn't warn you I was coming?"

Hardison has to unlock the elevator, that's the only reason he doesn't answer right away. He isn't pouting. "It doesn't work like that," he mutters.

He's no Beast.

"How does it work?"

Hardison risked a look over and Eliot is leaning on the side of the elevator as they rise. He supresses a shiver. Even covered, there's too much metal in an elevator for his comfort. It's nothing like cold iron, but the thought is enough to make him uncomfortable.

"You want to know how it works," Hardison repeats, hoping vaguely Eliot will laugh it off and call it a night.

...yeah. Eliot gives him a look like he's the slow kid in class and he shrugs and tugs the elevator door back open when they finish rising.

Eliot lets him get them inside behind his locked door before he moves to the intimidation tactics.

"Hardison,"

The man is really very good at looming. How does that even happen? Hardison is taller than him, damn it. In either guise. Both.

Bastard.

Eliot's Loom is very quickly becoming laced with Intent, which Hardison knows from experience--usually watching from the sidelines--leads shortly to Violence.

He drops his guise. Eliot would immediately see the difference, even though he'd lucked out. His his Seeming looks almost normal.

Eliot blinks, his interrogation persona falling away in surprise. He lifts a hand and then holds it hesitantly over Hardison's bare forearm.

Eliot looked up, head cocked. Lightning moves over Hardison's skin, the light a contrast to his flesh.

Hardison nods shortly. Eliot's fingers settle at the top of his wrist and Hardison lets him register the feeling before he lets a shallow wave of energy lap at Eliot's fingers.

Eliot jerks his hand back, rubbing his fingers absently. "Was that--did you do that?"

Hardison smiles slowly, sparks crackling in a circle around the pupil of either eye. "Oh, you'd be surprised at what I can do."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, hurt and alone in a motel

[sandrine]

Desperate Romantics, Gabriel/Fred, anger

[samueljames]

Fred’s special to me, to all of us. He found me my muse, my beautiful Lizzy. I loved many others but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love her. I needed a way out, if I could have gotten her and Fred together I’d have been free but I never wanted her dead. Fred was so supportive, held me as a cried, dried my tears and then cried in my arms.

The night of the funeral he kissed me and oh it was exactly what I needed. I pulled him close and returned that kiss. We went to bed together, mine and Lizzy’s bed, and he kissed me again. It was strange to have shy sweet Fred take off my shirt and run his hands over my body. He kissed my neck and my chest, stuck his hand down my trousers and stroked me quickly but firmly until I exploded over his hand. To see him lick that hand clean, eyes on mine the whole time, it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I thought he’d be a fumbling innocent.

Later that night he let me take him and kneeling behind him thrusting while he made these indecent moans it all went wrong. I’d been telling him how gorgeous he looked, asking if he’d wanted me for a long time? We were almost there, him urging me to move faster as he stroked himself in time to my thrusts. I kissed his shoulder, asked if doing it in Lizzy’s bed got him excited? He pulled away from me and pushed me onto the floor. “That’s disgusting, I wanted you. I was thinking of you.” He grabbed his clothes and left. I didn’t mean to make him angry. It’s been two days now but he’ll calm down soon. Fred always comes back to me.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, can't sleep without you

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Chris punched his pillow, missed it, and hit his headboard. This was fucking ridiculous. He massaged his knuckles and threw himself back down on his back. This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. He was exhausted. The day's shooting had been intense, a lot of physical stuff from Eliot, and it was so goddamn cold here. He hated shooting on-location. At least, he did when "location" happened to be halfway up a snow-covered mountain in the middle of nowhere.

He screwed his eyes shut, hoping that maybe if he stared hard enough at the backs of them, that would count as sleeping.

His phone rang. He picked it up without looking at it. "It's four in the morning." He growled. "The hell do you want?"

"Oh the lists I could make." Steve's voice slid across the line, flirty and smooth and just the tiniest bit anxious.

Chris relaxed, and almost fell asleep right there with relief. He let himself grin, and ignored how soppy it was. "Steve. Hey."

"Man, you're a grumpy fucker when I ain't there to check you."

Chris's smile lessened. "Sorry. I just...Having trouble sleeping, lately. Almost since I fuckin' left, it's ridiculous."

Steve gave a long sigh. "Yeah. Me too."

Chris blinked. "Really?"

"Yes, Chris." He could hear Steve's grin. "What, I'm not allowed to miss you?"

"No." Chris said, and then scrubbed his face with his hand. "I mean, yes, of course you are, I just...I didn't expect..."

"Chris." Steve's voice was arch, as if he had explained this a thousand times. "I love you. I love you so much that I can't sleep without you. I miss you. You asked me what I wanted, well, I want you just to be here, so I can wrap my arms around you, pull you close. Thread my hands in your hair and just feel the beat of your heart against mine. That's what I want."

Chris rolled over on his side, closing his eyes, and tried to feel the warmth of him. It only made his heart ache more. "God." He muttered. "Steve, we are such fuckin' girls." But he kept his eyes closed, and he kept himself relaxed and he just reached - as if if he just had long enough arms, he could brush Steve's face, his hair, the curve of his shoulder.

"Was that an "I love you too"?" Steve asked, tone playful, and Chris snorted. "Obviously."

They were silent for a moment. Then Chris smiled, and Steve somehow heard it because he asked, "Chris? What is it?" and then Chris was singing.

I can hear your heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time you smile
And when I come to you that's where I belong
I'm running to you but the road's too long

You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

You've got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to you when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief..

The words came easily as his brain drifted and he could hear Steve's breath slowing in his ear. He smiled at the backs of his eyelids, and finished, softly,

You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
You give me love, love, love, love, crazy love...

And with the deep, even breathing of his lover in his ear, Christian Kane slept.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Timothy Hutton/Christian Kane, you enjoy that far too much

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

There was nothing for it he had to lick his fingers, what else could he do he'd just eaten an extremely sticky sweet treat. It was only as he glanced up for some reason that he caught Tim out and out staring.

It was then that what had been a simple and expedient cleaning up job, became something else. First his tongue caught the little drips on his skin, then slowly traced the digit being cleaned before the finger slowly slipped past his lips and into his mouth finishing the job.

Neither of them said a word, they didn't have to the Tim's reaction was obvious not just in his eyes but in the fit of his pants. But then again, his weren't much better. And just as he was about to say something they were called for their next scene and the moment was forgotten.

Or at least he thought so until a piece of Mississippi Mud Pie was delivered to his trailer with at note that read. 'You really did enjoy the other piece far too much. Care to share this one?'

Two seconds later there was a tap on the door.

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Aldis Hodge, running lines

<b>SPOILERS FOR LEVERAGE 2X07</B>

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

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"For fucks..." Christian spat out a string of curses and slammed the script down on the table. He paced up and down, tugging at his hair. "It's Hebrew. How the fuck am I supposed to... I can't... I don't speak Hebrew," he growled, his hands balling into fists.

"Easy, easy..." Aldis soothed, grabbing Christian's hands to stop him punching something. He pulled him close and kissed him. "I know you don't speak Hebrew but..."

"So how exactly am I supposed to be learning lines, memorising them when they're in a language I don't speak?"

"Noa's offered to help you," Aldis reminded Christian. He grabbed his shoulders and turned him round, pushing him down onto the couch. Straddling his lap, Aldis cupped Christian's face in his hands, kissing him, tongue parting his lips. "And I'll make it worth it for you to learn them."

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Being Human, George/Mitchell, screaming like a girl

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Runaways, Gert/Chase, dominatrix

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Nightlife, Cal Leandros/Robin Goodfellow, weapon of mass debauchery

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, vicious lies

[daria234.livejournal.com]

*So this is a very cracky response to your prompt.*

Spoiler alert for Star Trek reboot.


"C'mon, Eliot. Say something in character."

"I'm not doing this, Hardison. This is dumb. And I didn't even like that movie," Eliot griped as he paced Alec's living room.

"Okay, first of all, you DID like the movie. I was there. You liked it, and any suggestion otherwise is just a vicious, vicious lie. And second: tonight it's MY turn. Last night I wore that thing you liked. With the thing and the other thing."

Eliot grinned at the memory. "Yeah, you looked _good_."

Hardison smiled, "I always like it when you state the obvious. But now it's my turn."

Eliot went back to scowling. "This has got to be the stupidest -"

"Hey now! Open-mindedness is the key to an trusting relationship!" Alec smirked.

Eliot narrowed his eyes. "You really want me to be in character?"

"Absolutely, Captain," Alec said, leaning in closer to nibble at Eliot's jaw.

Eliot smiled and said, "Then I guess you have to follow my orders" as he swiftly put Alec's larger body down onto the couch.

Alec smiled back and said, "Consider it my prime directive."

"Fine. I order you to admit that I'm sexier than Captain Kirk."

Alec tried, "What do you mean Captain? Is there some other Captain Kirk running around? Perhaps one from an evil parallel dimension?"

"I mean it, Hardison. Say that I'm sexier than Kirk. I'm sexier, I have better hair, and I could beat him in a fight. And I would have found a way to save that planet. Because Kirk could have if he really wanted to."

"You are NOT right in the head if you think I'm saying all of that Eliot! That is a LIE!"

Eliot smiled, predatory. "Say that I'm sexier and I'll do things to you that the mere thought of would make Kirk lie down and weep."

Hardison gaped for a moment. He momentarily was tempted to say that it would go against Star Fleet regulations to sleep with a superior officer, but he immediately reminded himself that having Eliot work on him all night was one of the few situations where the reality would surely be far, far better than the fantasy.

So he said, "I guess you do look a little better than Kirk in that uniform."

Eliot smiled and started undressing Hardison. He ignored it when a moment later, Hardison mumbled, softly as he could, "But not quite as sexy as Spock."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, jealous!Nate gets possessive when he notices that Parker keeps poking Eliot and Eliot pretends to be annoyed but enjoys it

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam/Cas/Anna (or throw John or Ellen or Bobby or Tessa or whoever in there), running around the woods like Hestia/Demetrius/Lysander/Helena in A Midsummer Night's Dream

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Buffy/SPN, Willow and Sam, bickering about who knows more about going to the dark side

Backwards Winning

[mute90.livejournal.com]

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Willow was looking insanely serious and it wasn’t the kind of ‘I went evil and almost destroyed the whole world’ kind of serious. It was the - .

“I was more evil than you were.”

Yeah, that kind of serious. Sam was incredulous. “I started the apocalypse.”

“I almost ended the world,” Willow argued. “And it wouldn’t be like your long apocalypse – which we’re stopping by the way. What I was doing, it would’ve been like POOF! World gone.”

“But you didn’t do it.”

“I had black hair!”

“You dyed your hair?”

“No!” Willow was looking insulted. Her expression perked up a second later. “I was all veiny.”

“So was I. My eyes went black too.”

“I skinned a guy.”

“I drank blood! I kept drinking it for a year. You went bad for what? A day?”

She blushed. “I - .”

Sam turned to the man who had been watching the argument in open fascination and amusement. “Help?”

Xander sighed. He leaned forward, placed a hand on Willow’s shoulder, and broke it down to her gently: “Will, you lost. That’s a good thing.”

“He’s right,” Sam said. “It really shouldn’t bother you that…I won.”

Willow wasn’t happy. “Of course you’d say that. You won.”

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice/NCIS, Gibbs/Michael or Gibbs/Tony/Michael, "this is why I hate spooks"

Bonus love if Fiona meets Abby or Ziva :)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "I can't make you love me if you don't" (Song lyrics)

DCAU: Dick loves Babs but...

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

It had taken Dick a while, to really figure it out. He and Barbara dated on and off for years, but even after he left and became Nightwing, he thought she still loved him. What wasn't there to love? He was Dick Grayson of the Flying Graysons, some of the best acrobats the world had ever seen. He had been Robin, and now he was Nightwing.

Though, it seemed that that time he took to find himself, he came back to find Babs had moved on. She still liked him, of course, but not as much as she once did, if she ever did. He wasn't sure before, but he knew now there was no denying the spark between Babs and Bruce. She didn't love Dick, and well, he wasn't going to force her to.

[piratekit.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, trapped

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/CSI, Hotch/Lady Heather, A man's kiss is his signature -Mae West

[piratekit.livejournal.com]

Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate, momma knows

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

There was something about the way that Nate's Mom looked at him, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Which given that she'd birthed a latent and must by the same token have were blood in there some where was most odd. Even more so when the elder woman's eyes flashed silver as they followed him.

Even though Nate's Mom lived in a care home she still very much with it, as sharp as any knife in the box as they say. And Nate very obviously cared very deeply for her. Eliot had met her on a couple of occasions but this was the first time he'd been invited to her 'home'.

"He's your mate isn't he?"

"Nathan."

She clarified when he didn't answer. Which of course now made total sense of that fact that she'd asked Nate to go get them all coffee and tea as opposed to letting the staff bring it.

There weren't many times in his life that he was lost for words but this was definitely one of them. Her hand raised as started to say something, stopping him.

"You wouldn't have been my first choice, but sometimes you don't get a choice in these things. You're a good man Eliot Spencer and you'll look after my son."

He couldn't help but think that proverbial hole would be good about now, as his skin heated and the tips of his ears turned pink. While his eyes bleed through for a couple of moments. Giving her his promise. She smiled and nodded at him in return acceptance of the unspoken words.

A very Nathan like smile touched her lips and as he watch an old family album was brought out of the cupboard beside her chair. Weres or not there were some traditions that never changed it seemed. He couldn't help but smile at the mortified look on Nate face when the older man walked in a few moments later to find him being shown baby pictures.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Spike/Tara, She had a wild side. It was rarely seen, rarely explored, but it was there

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, I know the distance is a factor but I stretch as often as I can, my goal's to reach your hands any day now(Song lyrics)

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

There's a third character showing up out of logistical necessity. I hope you don't mind.

When Logan saw that Veronica was hanging with one hand from the edge of the bridge, he felt a nanosecond of profound relief, followed immediately by the realisation of what would happen if she let go. He crouched down and took hold of her hand.
"Don't look down," he advised. "Don't worry, I'm gonna get you up here again."
He was going for reassuring, but he felt his voice quaking. She might be small and thin, and he might be tall and strong, but he wasn't sure he could help her up on his own. Behind him, the cars were zooming past, oblivious to the drama unfolding by the side of the road. He didn't dare leave her to flag down someone for help, and he didn't dare get his cell out of his pocket to dial 911.
"Come on, give me your other hand," he said. "Come on, you can do it."
She tried to get her arm up so he could grab her free hand, but either she couldn't, or she didn't dare, move enough to get it in his reach.
Just when Logan was starting to despair, cursing himself for not lifting enough weights when he still had the time, a car came to a screeching halt just behand the Saturn. Mr. Mars got out of it and ran to Logan, sparing one glance for the supine form of Veronica's would-be murderer, still out cold from his fight with Logan. He knelt out next to Logan and reached out for Veronica's arm. Logan could now hold her by a firm two hand grasp.
"Come on, Veronica, give me your other hand," said Mr. Mars.
"Yeah," she answered haltingly, "I know the distance is a factor... but I stretch as often as I can... My goal's to reach your hands any day now..."
Logan felt rather irritated that she was still joking in such a dire situation and clearly Mr. Mars agreed.
"You can start joking again once you're safely on the ground," he admonished his daughter. "Now give me that hand."
That seemed to do it. Veronica gave one big swing and soon she was being hauled up by both her father and her boyfriend.
"Well, that was some excitement," she said sardonically once she was back on her feet.
Logan saw that she was trying to play it cool even though she was shaking all over, so he took her in his arms, while Mr. Mars scurried over to clasp hand-cuffs on the unconscious criminal. It was an odd gesture, Logan thought. He himself just wanted not to let go of Veronica ever again, murderers be damned.
But maybe Mr. Mars wanted to give his daughter some privacy, or even conceal his own emotions. It wasn't the first time he suspected Veronica's cageyness to be an inherited trait.
Finally, Mr. Mars walked back to them.
"I've called the Sherif," he told them, putting a reassuring hand on Veronica's back. "They're on their way. You did great, Veronica. Now who's up for some pizza to celebrate that the case is solved?" he asked, grinning, looking from Logan to Veronica.
Logan couldn't tell if Mr. Mars was truely unflappable even by the sight of his daughter dangling from a tall bridge or if he was just trying to make them forget the whole ordeal, but he was just glad he was there. Right now, a calzone seemed exactly what he needed to get over it.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Buffy/Spike, Just tell me how you want me and I'll be naked stumbling just to get a reaction, any signs of love (Song lyrics)

Important Slayer Things

[museofspeed.livejournal.com]

"Buffy--" Spike reached for her arm. "Come on, love."

Buffy brushed Spike's hand away. "Not right now, Spike. I have to... things. Important Slayer things. That do not involve you."

"Things that involve hanging around outside my crypt trying to decide if you'll come in or not?" Spike smirked.

"I was..." Buffy paused. "Shut up."

Spike grinned and walked around in front of her. "Come on, Slayer," he murmured. "You can have me any way you want, you know. Lying down, on my knees, on top of you, under you... anything. Whatever makes you happy. If I had any limits, I'd go past them if you asked me."

Buffy tried to laugh. "Any limits you have would be way past my limits." He was doing the thing where he stood too close and made it hard for her to think. It was unfair. How was she supposed to resist temptation when Spike was inches away and pulling her closer?

Spike shrugged, leaning forward so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. "I'm just saying. Tell me what you want."

Screw telling him. She kissed him hard and pushed him back towards his crypt. She could put off her important Slayer things for a little while.

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Jensen, if Dean and Eliot got in a fight...

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, birthdays

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

"And keep that blindfold on too," Christian insisted, chuckling when Steve huffed and slumped down in the passenger seat. "You'll ruin the surprise if you see where we're goin," he continued, anticipating Steve's next words. "Don't go pullin' none of that 'but its my birthday' crap neither, cos the surprise is all part of your birthday, got it?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah, I got it. You're not even going to give me a clue, are you?"

"Nope." Christian reached over, fiddling with the radio and turning it on, singing along and ending the conversation.

A few minutes later he pulled the truck over and stopped the ending. He climbed out and quickly made his way round to the passenger door, helping Steve out. Taking his hand, he lead him a few steps before turning him around. Moving to stand behind him, he wrapped his arms around his waist and told him he could take the blindfold off now.

Steve did, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. He frowned at the familar dilapidated restaurant in front of him, his confusion increasing at the sight of the 'sold' sign; that hadn't been there next week. "Chris, I..."

Christian laughed low and long in his hair, pressing a keyring into his hand. "Happy birthday, darlin'"

Steve gasped, then turned slowly to face Christian. "You... you... I..."

"It's all yours. Ours, if you want. But yours."

"You... for me?" He sank to the ground, his knees giving out on him. "I know I... but we were drunk and..."

"And I promised myself, then and there, that one day I would have the money to buy it for you. Sure, it needs a lot of work but..." He trailed off, laughing.

Steve wasn't listening, instead pushing himself to his feet, his mind whirring with plans. Grinning widely, he span on the spot and wrapped his arms around Christian, kissing him.