Wednesday: Con Day

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Happy Hump Day everyone! Here I am again, on behalf of monica_catch22.


Today's theme is Cons. Anything to do with conmen, thieves, going undercover or even pranks and magicians will work for today. Anything in which someone thinks that one thing is going on, when it's really something else. It's all about the confidence scams, big or small!


The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.


For the love of our code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts. For example:

Leverage, Sophie, the fine art of getting what you want

Dresden Files/Highlander, Harry & Amanda, I'm named after Houdini after all


Not liking the theme or no prompts are catching your eye? Head on over to peek at our Lonely Prompts. There's plenty in need of homes and pretty words.

Alright guys, let's see what you've got!


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Leverage, Sophie, the fine art of getting what you want

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Dresden Files/Highlander, Harry & Amanda, I'm named after Houdini after all

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Hustle, Mickey Stone/Danny Blue, Danny might have moved on to bigger and better things, but Mickey will always be the guy who gave him his first real chance

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Hustle, Stacie Monroe/Emma Kennedy (from series 5), strangers

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

T:SCC, John Connor/Derek Reese, can't kid a kidder

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Badger&Mal, first time meeting.

Comment Fic: Blood Ties, Henry/Mike, vampire mind control

[luthien82]

My first time here. Hope you like it!

It's for your own protection, Henry had told him right before he started taking over Mike's mind. And in a weird way Mike was grateful but the other part of his brain told him off quite vehemently for letting a fucking vampire do with him as he pleased.

Then again, he'd rather go with the vampire he knew than the fifty others he'd accidentally stumbled upon. He's never seen so many fangs before, and quite frankly it frightened him.

Not that there was any reason to, not right now anyway. As far as the other vampires were concerned, he was the property of Henry Fitzgerald, his to command and to enjoy. Mike wasn't quite sure if he was at all comfortable with that thought but he'd rather get out of here alive and if that meant he had to play Henry's boy toy, then so be it.

It's not like he had any choice in the matter anyway because Henry was using his fucking Vampire mind control thing he had going on. Oh he would so pay for that later!

Right now though, he was under Henry's control - though granted, Henry could have crushed his will to live if he'd chosen to do so, but he'd gone light on Mike. He shivered when he felt Henry's nose against his neck, inhaling Mike's scent and no doubt looking for the best place to bite. Great, and here Mike had thought he'd never have to go through that again.

The hard-on in his pants didn't help his case either.

"Relax," he suddenly heard Henry murmur against his ear. "I'll just give you a tiny love bite, hump your leg a little and then excuse us to the rest of the council that we'd like to take things... elsewhere."

Mike shuddered again and bit his lip when he felt Henry's tongue trailing down his neck, lapping at the juncture where it met his shoulder.

"It's just a con job, nothing else," Henry whispered before his fangs sunk into Mike's skin and he convulsed against Henry's body.

A con job. Right. And while he held on to Henry's shoulders, his head thrown back and eyes closed tight, Mike told himself that if he'd repeated it often enough, he may very well believe it too.

Someday.

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Dark Blue, Dean, Doing time.

[celticfaerie2.livejournal.com]

Dark Blue, Dean/Carter, After an undercover prison stint.

Dark Blue, Dean/Carter, After an undercover prison stint

[kentucka]

He doesn't want to, but whenever he closes his eyes he can still smell the sweat of a hundred men in the yard, can feel the oppressing walls and hear steel doors clanging shut. Violence and blood and having to arrest someone he actually liked; none of those were such a turn-off.

Carter notices, of course. Dean isn't much of a faker when there's no immediate threat. And he hasn't perceived Carter as a threat for a long time. Having the man on all fours, begging with words, moans and a shimmy of his hips for Dean's cock certainly helped to build that kind of trust.

The memory makes him smile; he lets it carry him away from prison bunks back to the rumpled sheets on a comfortable double bed. Carter's worried expression softens, and he moves on top of Dean until they touch from shoulders to toes.

Dean nods, slicks his hand up and wraps it around both their cocks.
Carter immediately starts thrusting, every bit as impatient as Dean is for release after weeks of getting none.

Carter teases him with brief brushes of his lips, until Dean uses his free hand to grab hold of his hair and pull him in for a proper tangle of tongues. It doesn't take long for this to become too much effort, for them to shiver and moan through their orgasms. But never, not for more than the blink of an eye, does either man break their gaze to ensure they're both still in the here and now.

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Life, Charlie, Prison riot.

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Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, what the lady doesn't know

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Lancelot could feel Gawain's gaze burning on the back of his neck. Despite the beautiful lady sitting beside him, the fair knight was barely paying attention. His eyes had been on Lancelot the entire dinner. Lancelot had done his best to appear demure and unaware, but the prickling at the back of his neck wouldn't go away.

"Sir knight, are you ready to retire?"

Lancelot glanced up to see Gawain standing over him, smiling gently. Lancelot extricated himself gracefully from the conversation around him and followed Gawain out of the hall. It wasn't unusual to see the good friends leave together early.

Gawain opened the door to his quarters and ushered Lancelot in with a soft touch at the small of his back. The door barred behind them, Gawain spun Lancelot and kissed him soundly on the lips. Lancelot gripped Gawain's arms and pushed him back lightly.

"You are going to betray your lady like this?" Lancelot breathed. Gawain grinned at him.

"I cannot betray my lady. I have no lady. It is my destiny to remain berift of the touch of a woman for my life. I have dedicated myself to purity."

"The Christian god frowns upon such actions," Lancelot said quietly. Gawain drew his hands through Lancelot's hair in soothing motions before pulling him close for another searing kiss.

"The Christian god will not deny me love," Gawain whispered, moving his lips against Lancelot's throat. Lancelot gave up his protests and tipped Gawain's face up to capture the knight's mouth.

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Arthurian lit, Merlin/Mordred, silencing a prophecy

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Merlin jerked awake with a small snort. He grumbled and struggled out of his magnificent four poster. He shrugged on a nightrobe and walked out the door, drawing a hand through his fluffy white beard to try and tame it. He shuffled through the quiet halls of the castle, his elderly bones creaking in protest at being woken in the middle of the night.

He pushed his way into a knight's room and made his way to the bed. The knight's page stirred upon the door opening, but Merlin swept his hand over the boy's head and he dropped into a deeper, restful slumber. Merlin approached the bed and shook the knight within. The warrior came awake with a gasp.

"Merlin," Perceval whispered. "Are we under attack?"

"No, but you must attend sir Mordred. He is in the throes of a violent nightmare."

Perceval threw back the skins and leapt from the bed, bolting from the room without even stopping to don a pair of trousers. Merlin exited the room, trying to push the images from his head. Mordred had a touch of the Gift, as did Arthur and Uther before him. Prophecy, the ability to reach into the future and see it, however fuzzy. With any lucky, Perceval would reach Mordred before he woke with Arthur's blood on his hands.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, he never saw it coming

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, the Mosby and the goldfish

[partofthequeue2.livejournal.com]

A-Team - Face + Mudock or Face/Murdock - Best supply office in 'Nam

[ctrokj.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Torchwood, Eliot+Jack, conning Cardiff into think there is no such thing as Torchwood

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Zachary Zatara, magic disguises

Comment Fic: Never Again; Tim/Zat; PG

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

Title: Never Again
Pairing: Tim/Zat
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

Never Again

Tim glanced around the densely wooded area in which he had suddenly appeared. Zatara was nowhere in sight and neither, for that matter, was a villain for him to battle. Tim narrowed his eyes and examined the woodlands more closely.

Birds were singing and insects buzzed all around him. Sunlight was streaming through the trees and while he couldn’t identify any of them, they didn’t look particularly threatening.

Tim briefly considered calling out for Zatara but decided to look around the near vicinity for danger before he drew any attention to himself.

“Robin!” Zatara’s voice called to him out of nowhere.

Tim nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around and faced the direction where Zatara’s voice had come from. There was nothing there except a tree.

“Zat,” Tim hissed into emptiness of the forest.

“Here,” Zatara replied and Tim suddenly made out, within the bark of the tree, an eerie looking face. A face that was disturbingly familiar.

“Holy shit you’re a tree,” Tim said with deliberate calm. “That’s the freakiest thing I have ever seen.”

Tree-Zatara rolled his eyes at Tim and muttered something backwards before he morphed back into his normal human self. Tim and Zatara just started at each other for a few long moments.

“Never do that again,” Tim demanded evenly.

Zatara nodded in understanding. “Fair enough. We speak of this to no one.”

“Deal,” Tim agreed.

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DCU, Tim Drake/Zachary Zatara, Mr. Sarcastic

Comment Fic: Haggling; Tim/Zat; PG-13

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Title: Haggling
Pairing: Tim/Zat
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Bottom gropes and mis-use of mountian bikes.

Haggling

“Wait, this is you?” Zatara asked disbelievingly as he looked in amazement down at a picture of Young Justice.

“In my Mr. Sarcastic get up,” Tim agreed and smiled. “Man that feels like decades ago.”

Zatara nodded absently, still looking down at the photo. “You had a goatee.”

“I did,” Tim responded, amused at how intently Zatara was examining his picture.

“Was it real?” Zatara asked.

“Yes, it was,” Tim smirked and Zatara looked up from the photograph and locked eyes with him.

“What would it take to get you to grow it again?” Zatara asked in all seriousness.

Tim pretended to think about that for a few seconds before smirking at Zatara and answering. “About fifty thousand dollars and a new Ducati.”

“How about fifty thousand make out sessions and I’ll let you ride my mountain bike?” Zarata countered.

“Done,” Tim agreed instantly and Zatara grinned at him.

“You are a terrible haggler, Drake,” Zatara drawled and Tim laughed as he pulled Zat into his arms.

“Maybe I just want to get my hands on your—“ Tim trailed off as his hands skated down Zatara’s back to fondle his bottom.

“Mmm, my ‘what’, Boy Wonder,” Zatara prompted, reveling in the feeling of Tim’s strong hands kneading his glutes.

“Your mountain bike,” Tim husked sultrily in Zatara’s ear and kissed him.

Zatara couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss. As he melted into Tim’s embrace me made a mental note to himself to get Tim a pair of bike shorts. They might look almost as good as the goatee…

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author's choice, author's choice, 'You can't con an honest man. No way, no how. It can't be done.'

Heroes, Adam and Claire (future AU)

[angary.livejournal.com]

(Sorry if you're not familiar with the canon! In any case, I hope that this is kind of what you were looking for.)


Adam watches her every day as she tries to hustle the people that pass by her on the street. Blue collars, white collars, rich trophy wives, disgruntled college students... She's not picky, that's for sure. Once in a while, she gets lucky and manages to sell an odd item that she'd obviously stolen or been given, but he can tell that she's not getting very far and, soon enough, she's bound to give up and go back to her miserable life under her adoptive father's strict, unyielding rules.

"Come on," she snaps at the wary person in front of her, gesturing to the painting that Adam knows she'd gotten for free from that one psychic painter. "It's really worth a couple hundred, but I'll give it to you for sixty."

Adam's not surprised in the least when the bloke pushes right past her, and that's when he makes his decision. He slips out of his nook in the alley and strides over to the short blonde, his hands in his pockets and a wry smile already on his face.

She doesn't even notice him as he approaches her, but when she finally does, she looks up, glaring at Adam with such a hard intensity that he can't help but to chuckle a little.

"You can't con an honest man," he tells her. "No way, no how. It can't be done."

"Who said he's honest?" she shoots back after a brief pause.

"It gets easier to read people when you've been around as long as I have," he says. "Trust me on that one."

She snorts. "Yeah, okay - you're old. I get it."

"Have you any idea how old, Claire?"

The young, indestructible girl before him had turned her head in the other direction, like she'd already dismissed him, but she whips her head back around, focusing on him with a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows.

"How do you know my name?" she demands.

"I have my sources." Stepping closer to Claire, he takes one hand out of his pocket and extends it toward her. "The name's Adam, and I think you'd do well to follow my lead if you want to make it in this world at all. Despite the..." Here he tilts his head to one side and gives her a meaningful look. "...Advantage you already possess."

She's taken aback, as he knew she would be, and she eyes him shrewdly as she chews on her lower lip. He casts a quick glance over to her display of sad, inane merchandise, then meets her gaze again, his hand still outstretched.

"I can help you," he says. "You don't have to do this alone. You need assistance, and, loathe as I really am to admit it, so do I."

She blinks, then squares her shoulders, pushing out her chin to make her look tougher than she appears. "What do you need help with?"

Ah. So she's quicker on her feet than he'd thought.

"That will all come later, you can count on that," he tells her with a wink. "But for now, let's get you off of this filthy street, shall we?"

Adam knows that, deep down, he hadn't even needed to bother asking. He's already got her sold on his deal, and he knows it.

She bites her lip, shifting her focus at all the other bustling people on the sidewalk for a few seconds. Then, at last, she raises her hand to tentatively shake Adam's.

"Get me out of here," she tells him in a low, yet less biting, tone.

Pleased, Adam happily obliges.

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Torchwood/Doctor Who, Jack/Ten, "I can get him into bed whilst making him think that it was all his idea"

Torchwood/Doctor Who, Jack/Ten

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Well, I’ve told you about all my exes… I’d say it’s your turn,” she grinned at the man sitting next to her.
“Oh… you don’t want to hear all that…” he ran a hand through his hair, “besides, there’ve been more than a few…”
“Does it look like I’m going anywhere?”
He looked at her carefully. “No… I suppose that means I have to.”
“And you’d be right. C’mon, talk. You’ve been around so long, you must have loved so many people…”
His smile fades for a moment, and he sighs wistfully. “Yeah.”
“You don’t have to, it was meant to be a bit of fun…”
“No, I should. Does a person good to open up, you know.” He paused, wondering where to start. “Well, there was this one guy. Is, actually, he’s still out there somewhere. I met him at a very… strange point in my life, and we ended up spending some time together, though it was a girl – Rose, you remember I told you about Rose?” His companion nodded quietly, and he continued, “Well, Rose brought us together, and I suppose in a way she separated us as well. She didn’t mean to, but she did something that changed everything. Neither of us was the same after that…”
She frowned a little. “What did she do?”
“It’s… complicated… anyway, after that we didn’t see each other for a long time, then when we did meet up it got awkward, fast. Things got said. And then we didn’t see each other for a while, went our separate ways… I thought it was over, thought we were done with each other…” he flashed her a crooked smile, “I really got that one wrong…”
“What happened?”
“Well, this guy… it’s always been pretty intense between us, but the feelings have always been uneven, I think he’s always felt more strongly than I have.”
“You don’t have feelings for him, then?”
“Oh, no, I do. But he… he’s very unusual. Feels things more strongly than most people, I think it’s just how he is. Then he met me… and you know what happens when people meet me…”
“I know,” she laughs, “I know… go on. How did you get together?”
“Oh, we were never a couple… I mean, not a proper couple… but we had our moments. I realised how strongly he felt for me, and I… used that information. Basically, I can get him into bed whilst making him think that it was all his idea.”
“You played him?”
He had the decency to look sheepish. “Maybe.”

She shook her head in mock-disgust quickly. “So, how’d you do it, then?”
“Ah, well, the thing about this guy is that he’s always got to be the hero. So, I played the damsel in distress, told him how I was lonely and scared and needed a friend to hold back the darkness. And, save for a few embellishments, I wasn’t really lying. Anyway, he leaps into hero mode, tells me he’ll always be there for me, asks how he can help.”
“What did you do?”
“Said I could use a drink.”
She frowned again. “But… alcohol…”
“…doesn’t affect me, right. He doesn’t know that. So I got him to take me to a decent pub, we had some drinks, I did my best ‘drunk’ impression, and he – being the hero again, of course – took me home with him.”
“And he didn’t suspect a thing?”
“Nope. I do have to be careful about pretending to get tipsy any time we drink together now, but I can do that easily.”
“Doctor! I can’t believe you’d… do that.”
“What? I’m allowed to have a sense of humour, you know. Besides… it’s just how the two of us work.”
“Who is he, Doctor? The guy?”
“Hm? Oh, his name’s Jack. Jack Harkness….” He turned and realised she was staring at him. “Are you all right?”
“Jack Harkness? Wears that big old coat, calls himself a captain?”
“Yeah, that’s him, why?”
“You played him?”
“Ye-es… do you know him?”
“Er, not really. There are rumours. He’s quite famous in some circles. Mostly for having no limits whatsoever, and for sleeping with just about anyone.”
“That… sounds like him. Famous… he’ll like that.”
“I’m sure he will… anyway, there must be others… tell me about someone else…”
“All right…” he thought for a moment, “well, River, there was this one person…”

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Pushing Daisies, Ned/Chuck, aliases

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Being Human, Mitchell/George, gay ninjas

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nathan/Eliot, the Kansas City Shuffle

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "now you see me, now you don't"

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Filled: Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "now you see me, now you don't"

"I've perfected it!" Spencer proclaimed as he walked into the bullpen. His co-workers just gave him blank looks.

Derek set down the case file he'd been working on. "Perfected what, babe?"

"The 'now you see me, now you don't' trick. You want to see?"

By now the entire office, including Hotch and Penelope, came to see what he was going on about. Spencer looked at Hotch, seeking approval. Once Hotch gave him a nod, he pulled out a roll of black cloth from his desk and flung it open.

Derek watched uncertainly. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"

Spencer smile at his lover and spun, the cloth flowing around him, hiding him, so that it covered even his hands. Between one breath and the next, the large square of fabric drifted to the ground.

Derek, and everyone else who had been sitting, shot to their feet. Emily hesitantly reach for the cloth, balling it up in her hands. "Where'd he go?"

Suddenly, Garcia laughed. Spencer had walked out of Hotch's office, and tapped Hotch on the shoulder, nearly scaring the boss to death.

Spencer was greeted with applause and whistles as he moved past Hotch and went down the steps into the bullpen.

Derek was slack-jawed. "How did you do that?"

Giving him a shy smile, Spencer kissed him and said, "Magic."

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Star Trek '09, Bones/Chekov, Pavel always gets his way... somehow

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Chekove always gets his way, his determination was known as he excelled at being one of the youngest Starfleet officers to serve on a starship.

His currrent sights were on a sexy southern doctor and he would get his way...somehow. McCoy did not respond to his knowledge of science or engineering. He brushed off barely concealed attempts of flirting.

He finally took drastic measures, trying to injure himself enough to go to sickbay but not so much that it would hamper his appeal. Unfortunately he knocked himself out cold.

"Ya know," Bone remarked with an easy drawl that Chekov shudder. "All you had to do was ask, boy." He leaned in and whispered. "I would have said yes."

Checkov got his way all right, a sexy Starfleet doctor fucking him within an inch of his life, making him very glad of the soundproofing between the decks.