Friday: Free For All

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The weekend is almost here! Which makes today our Free For All. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are welcome today.


Just keep to our usual rules, of course.

No spoilers in prompts til one week after air/publication date.

If there's 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. You can prompt again if someone answers one of your prompts.


And please be kind to our code monkeys and use our regular format.

Wolverine RPS, Hugh/Taylor, long time no see (I'm glad you missed me)

Leverage/NCIS, Hardison & Tony + Abby, "I didn't think anybody could out-quote Tony!"


As always, if you're not in the mood for anything we've got, head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if anything bites. There's some really great prompts and a lot of really great fandoms, after all!

Ready guys? Let's hit it!

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Wolverine RPS, Hugh/Taylor, long time no see (I'm glad you missed me)

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

They're shooting Wolverine 2 in Japan and in a way it's a bit like a meeting with old friends beause Liev's going to be part of it again and they haven't seen each other a lot lately. He hasn't read the script though because he basically flew from shooting one movie to the next so he's not prepared at all to see Taylor again.
Taylor still has that too long hair that really makes him look like Gambit and he still wears eyeliner around his eyes and when he sees Hugh his lips curl into that smirk that has at least three open meanings and a hundred hidden ones.
It's been two and a half year but in the matter of seconds it's like there has been no time between the last time and now at all.
Hugh isn't sure how they manage to get to his hotel room without him pinning Taylor to the elevator wall and fucking him right there but they do.
Before the door is even closed Taylor has him pinned at the wall and tries to get his clothes off while kissing and licking and biting whatever skin he can reach.
'Fuck.' Hugh murmurs when Taylor finally has opened his shirt enough to bite the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. He feels Taylor's grin against his neck and growls when Taylor pulls away.
'Long time not seen.' Taylor says and damn he looks good with his face slightly flushed. Hugh pulls him in for a kiss, a long overdue kiss which makes them lose some of the frantic rush of the first moments together and instead of continuing to get each other as fast as possible out of their clothes Hugh wraps his arms around Taylor's waist and Taylor's arms tangled around his neck and they kiss for hours on end.
Nobody's going to miss them because everyone's going to blame their disappearance on jetlag.
'Too damn long' Hugh says when they finally part and don't begin the next kiss right away. Taylor purrs against his neck and then bites his collarbone.
'I'm glad you missed me.' He tells Hugh with another smirk: 'Now, shouldn't you cure a jetlag in bed?'
Hugh bites and nibbles that smirk off of Taylor's face while he determinedly moved him towrds the bed.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage/NCIS, Hardison & Tony + Abby, "I didn't think anybody could out-quote Tony!"

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible/X-men, Young!Billy, Professor X, "There's something special about you boy, would you like to come to our school and learn about it?"

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

He had always been too smart for his own good. Billy figured that out early on when things that weren't supposed to work worked around him. Those chemicals and elements were never meant to have those properties his professors said. Clearly they were boring old men who were scared of a sixteen year old kid who was smarter than they were. And why wouldn't he be? He had earned his bachelors and masters in no time at all, was plowing through his doctoral programs on chemistry and physics like they were nothing.

Sure, his mother and father just wanted a kid so they could prove their genetics were superior. Sure, he hadn't gone to his prom because his father made him write his college application essays and he was way too young for anyone to consider asking. But he was smart. They didn't have to send some old cripple in a wheelchair because they were too scared to approach him. "William," the man said in a rather gentle clipped voice. "I'm glad to meet with you."

"Billy," he automatically corrected, "M-my name is B-billy."

The man nodded again. "Billy," he repeated. And then he extended a hand for Billy to shake. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I have heard many great things about you."

Billy's head turned toward the door. "T-they d-don't-t t-think so. T-think I-I-I'm a freak." He looked down at his hands. "ThinkImtoosmartformyowngood," he added in a rush.

How could someone be too smart for their own good? It didn't even make sense. Smart was good. Powerful was wrong. He already seen the school's quarterback Paul "Captain Hammer" Hammerstein vanish because he was too good. But that was too powerful, not too smart. "They don't understand specialness here."

"Imnotretarded," he snapped out as fast as he could.

Billy knew the meaning of 'special', that too nice way of saying someone was stupid and road the short bus. They used special because it made them feel better. "I know you aren't, Billy," Professor Xavier said, "That's why I want you to attend our academy and still earn your degrees from here. I said you're special because you can affect probability fields. An old friend of mine's daughter has the same power as you, although hers is slightly more developed. Things works because you subconsciously use your powers to alter reality to change the laws of everything from thermodynamics to space and time." Xavier paused for a moment. "It's a very unique gift that only a handful of your kind have."

It hit Billy like a ton of bricks. "I... I... I'm a m-mutant? Like Captain Hammer?"

Xavier nodded. "I believe that the answers you seek lie at our school. Would you at least come and learn to control your gift?"

Billy nodded slowly. "All right."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, make you scream my name

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

I'm just gonna say it now, since most of the prompts I have done are yours -- I'm having a bad case of Typing Fail tonight. Sorry for any mistakes I miss. Also, warning for rimming here, because I'm not sure if it needs one.

Chris clamps his teeth down hard on his lower lip, eyes screwed tightly shut, hands clutched in the sheets at his sides, as though he's trying with his whole body to hold in the sounds that are trying to escape his throat. Steve chuckles, licks lightly at the head of Christian's cock, eliciting a little "mmph" sound.

"Might as well stop resisting," he says, nipping lightly at Christian's thigh, relishing the needy whimper that results. "Gonna break you." A long lick along the crease between thigh and groin, a soft whine. "Gonna make you scream." He takes Christian's balls in his mouth, one at a time, rolling, sucking lightly. Chris mutters something incoherent. Better. Still not loud enough. His tongue flicks against the bit of skin just behind the other man's testicles, earning him a sharp gasp.

"Make you scream my name," he mutters, almost to himself, against Christian's flesh, the vibrations going straight to Chris' cock, making him tremble.

He keeps up this treatment for some time, grinning to himself as Christian's breathing grows louder, less even, more ragged, more like cried than breaths. When his tongue flicks over his partner's entrance and Chris cried out in earnest, he knows he's getting closer to the desired result.

"Fuck, Steve," Chris groans softly. He begins to stroke himself, but Steve stops what he's doing, gives him a hard look, and takes his hand, pinning it back against the sheet before resuming his ministrations. Chris whimpers, writhing under Steve's talented tongue. He can hear himself beginning to babble, but he's too turned on to really notice. He knows he's fighting a losing battle, has known it all along, really.

Steve circles Christian's pucker, needy, frantic words falling around him.

"Fuck, Steve, more, please, god, Steve, fuck..."

Nearly there. He pushes, feels the muscle give around his tongue, allowing him entrance, and simultaneously reaches up to stroke Christian's neglected cock.

"Fuck, Steve!"

***

"Fuck, Steve!"

All conversation grinds to a halt at the cry from the next room over. Eyebrows are raised, wide-eyed looks are exchanged.

Jeff only chuckles knowingly.

I leave it to you to decide where they are and who else is there, but I couldn't resist amused, knowing Jeff. XD

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Timothy Hutton, I can't wait

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

Possibly not what was meant by the prompt, but my brain seems to be stuck on the "porn" setting XD

Chris is pressed up against the back of his trailer, hidden in the shadows, head tilted back, Tim's lips and tongue on his neck driving him crazy. Hands are roaming over his body, making him squirm as much as he's able, pinned between Tim and the trailer.

"Your place?" Tim gasps against his skin when he finally comes up for air, and Chris knows they should, that they're too exposed here, but he's so turned on, the danger of being caught somehow only making him more so, and he shakes his head.

"Can't wait that long," he almost growls, grinding his erection against Tim's leg as evidence. The other man pulls back a bit, looks at him questioningly, then grins and drops to his knees, unzipping Chris' jeans. His mouth quickly sets to work on his cock.

Chris is staring up at the stars, lost in the sensation, face slack with pleasure, breathing fast and hard, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He's close, so close, about to --

He hears footsteps nearby, bites down hard on his hand to stifle his moan as he comes. Whoever it is passes without incident, and he relaxes. Eyes closed, he's still seeing stars.

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Ted, there was no man with a rake in his chest that day...

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Barney leaned against him all the way to the towncar, his fever-hot face pressed against Ted's neck as he mumbled something about Ted being nice and cool. He still was rather groggy from the codeine Robin snuck in his tea. Barney went back to sleep as soon as his butt touched the back seat and he blew his nose on Ted's ugly red sweater. "Night," he said and leaned on Ted, snoring away before Ted pulled off the sweater, turned it into a makeshift pillow, and propped Barney's head up with it before his insanely sharp cheekbones could leave a bruise.

He slept the whole way back, occasionally mumbling the names of early 90s sitcoms. They carried him up the stairs, Robin changed him into a pair of Ted's old workout clothes while Lily made him a mug of hot tea dosed with theraflu and Marshall made him a nest on the couch. He was so not-Barney that they started making crude Barney-like jokes in absence of them. Barney sipped wanly at the tea and ate a bowl of Robin's homemade soup as long as there were a nice layer of oyster crackers floating on the surface.

There was no perverted Barney with his mad-cap ideas waking him at three in the morning to do them. And it was nice... like this was a small glimpse of the real Barney. It was a shame that walls only went down when Barney ran a fever.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, the team as dolls on a shelf

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"You're just a toy for nerds," snarked G.I. Joe at the figure above him.

The cyborg action figure answered, "Hey, I am a collectible item capable of over 250 complete sentences taken directly from the original television series. And you know how I can do that? Because I have an advanced computer chip in my head. Not solid plastic. A computer chip!"

"Yeah, like you need the extra help talking too much," grumbled G.I. Joe, "I bet that comes in handy with all the women you'll never get your cold robot hands on."

"Cyborg! A cyborg is not the same as an android, I am not telling you this again! And besides, everyone knows chicks DIG cyborgs!" he responded.

They heard a snort from the Luna doll nearby, as she said, "From what I hear, neither of you have anything but smooth surface down there anyway!"

"What is wrong with you!" the cyborg protested as GIJoe jumped up and down and yelled, "Did you hear that? Do you hear what she says? There is something wrong with doll. Manufacturing problem or somethin'!"

"Enough chitchat," the brunette from the Bob Mackie Barbie case said, "Let's focus here, people."

"You're not even a real Barbie," muttered GI Joe, "Just a really good counterfeit designed to chip into Mattel's market."

"Okay, enough with the bickering!" yelled Raggedy Andy from the top shelf, leaning over so far he almost fell to the floor. "The toystore just closed! Everyone stick to the plan!"

GIJoe kicked out the plastic sheet that kept him in his box and then freed the others in a similar manner. He then rappelled to the floor, stuck a pin right through the shoe into the night manager's foot, and used his gun to shoot out the security camera. "Barbie" went over to chat up the teddy bears, while Luna squealed with joy as she jumped across the aisle to the cash register. Luna couldn't help but take a quick dive in the cashbox before retrieving the needed keys.

Just as the night manager was returning to the floor, the teddy bears, believing their cubs to be under attack for some reason, attacked the night manager all at once, throwing their plushy bodies against him and disorienting so thoroughly that he vowed right there to never drink again.

The team rushed to the door to the storeroom, which they used the key to open. They scurried to the shipping area used to deliver toys to people who ordered toys online. The cyborg hopped around the computer keyboard until they had printed out the necessary information on a label, which they stuck on a box. They all jumped in the box then, with Luna managing to squeeze in in just the right way so as to tape up the box flaps behind them.

"You're sure you got the house right?" Barbie asked.

"Positive," the cyborg answered. "House with five kids, happy, stable, not enough money for a lot of toys, so the box will say we're from Santa. I'm telling you, they are gonna love us."

"There are boys at this house, right?" GI Joe asked, "Because if it's 5 girls, I'm just gonna end up wearing 'Barbie's' clothes and marrying you guys like every day."

"That's very sexist," Luna said, "If I were a young girl, I wouldn't put a dress on you, I'd rip your limbs off and tie you to a firecracker."

"There's something wrong with her manufacturing," Joe mumbled again.

"I promise you - boys and girls, nice kids, who love love LOVE their toys and really deserve some new ones," the cyborg said, adding, with a smile, "And when has the awesomeness of my cyborg skills ever let us down?"

"We're all going to be fine," Raggedy Andy said, "I promise you. No more stores, no more cellophane boxes. From now on, the world is our Dreamhouse."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Rescue 77/Love Song, Wick/Billy, two days off in a row

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean's jealous of Sam even though he has nothing to worry about

[iustine.livejournal.com]

And I saw. (http://iustine.livejournal.com/1731.html?mode=reply)

(I should mention that Dean swears a lot.)

This is probably not what you wanted at all, but I couldn't shake the idea. It started off as a drabble and became a oneshot. Oops?

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

CWrps, Jeff/Jensen, there's no reason to go alone

[weesta.livejournal.com]

It was just one of those things he had to do, so he did. Shake some hands, grease some wheels, put his face out there to drum up attention for the show and maybe catch the eye of a movie producer who made something other than horror flicks. It really wasn’t any different from what he’d been doing from way back in his Days of Our Lives days…but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

With a sigh that echoed his lack of enthusiasm, Jensen stood up from where he was seated on the bed and headed for the closet. Just another generic closet in another nicely appointed hotel room with his suit hanging there just so. Sigh.

He couldn’t even be mad at Jared for not being there because Jared was doing, like, fifty thousand radio interviews sitting in some closet somewhere, and frankly Jensen didn’t want to switch places with him. So it was on with the suit, and while he was dressing Jensen worked on his attitude. If by the time he hit the door he still wasn’t completely thrilled to walk the red carpet again, at least he looked like he was happy to be there; after all, he was a damn good actor.

When he opened the door, Jensen’s face broke into a genuine grin. There, lounging with deliberate indifference against the opposite wall in a perfected slump was Jeff. With a careless yet controlled tug on his cuff, Jeff stood and crossed the distance between them. Grinning wickedly with the gleam of promises yet to keep in his eyes, Jeff leaned down and teased Jensen with a kiss.

“Just because Jared couldn’t go to this thing….there’s no reason to go alone.” Jeff purred against his lips.

Suddenly the evening was looking up, but Jensen still couldn’t wait for his official duties to be over because then it would be time to have some fun.

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SPN, Dean & kitten!Sam, purr

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

I *SO* couldn't resist this prompt. ^___^

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This had to be cutest curse they'd ever had thrown at them. Not the weirdest, by far, and not even close to the worst. The cutest. So cute, he was kind of sad to know it would wear off in another day or so. Which was a lot for Dean to admit.

Freakin' witches. But at least these chicks had had a sense of humor, and weren't out for their blood. Things could've been a lot worse.

"You finished there, lil' Sammy?" he smirked down at the tiny gray and cream tabby kitten who was busy scraping the bottom of a dish of milk on the little table in their hotel room.

When Sam lifted his round, fluffy head, licking his face with his bright pink tongue before giving a decisive, high-pitched meow, Dean couldn't help a chuckle.

"C'mere, tiny Sasquatch. Time for bed." Scooping up the kitten that used to be his brother in one hand, he sat down on the bed and laid back, shoving his legs beneath the covers. Finally comfortable, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to some late night show and adjusted the volume low, then settled Sam in the crook of one arm and scratched him behind the ears with his free hand, watching him intently.

Not that he particularly wanted to think about it, but this was probably the least bitchy Sam had been in a long time, probably the best they'd gotten along in years. And wasn't that a harsh realization? That it took Sam being turned into a tiny kitten to do that was just ridiculous.

Seemingly restless, little Sam turned around in place twice, stalked up Dean's chest to his collar bone, then proceeded to knead with tiny, sickle-like claws, sharp like needles, catching skin through Dean's gray t-shirt. If it wasn't so freakin' adorable, Dean might have yelped and flung the ball of fluff and claws to the floor. Instead, he settled on a halfhearted protest of, "Jeez, you're sharp! Settle down, already, will ya'? And don't you dare pee on me in the middle of the night. Litterbox is under the table."

At that, the kitten looked up at him with what Dean could swear was Sam's patented bitch-face, little nose wrinkled up and eyes narrowed, and opened his pink mouth in a wide yawn, jaw almost seeming to unhinge before snapping shut. Turning around in place a few more times, Sam finally hunkered down and flopped over, pushing himself up into the crook of Dean's neck, and began to purr.

Tickled by the kitten's tiny whiskers and fluff, Dean let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to run a hand over the vibrating ball of fur and rub him behind the ears again.

"You know I'm never gonna let you live this down, right?" he said quietly, unable to resist ribbing his brother just a little, even as he lamented it taking this to get them close again. If things could only be half this good after Sam turned back, it'd be a miracle.

As if he knew what Dean was really thinking, Sam only purred louder.

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[luthien82]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU - both are archeologists on a dig

[luthien82]

NCIS, Sheriff!Gibbs/Deputy!DiNozzo, Wild West AU

[daria234.livejournal.com]

He had heard that the Sheriff was the shoot-em-up hang-em-high type, the kind who brought order through fear alone. But working with the man, learning from him, seeing him talk lesser criminals into surrender, seeing him smile at the town's children who followed him like he was cooler than any outlaw, Deputy DiNozzo knew there was much more to him than his reputation.

Of course, the deputy should have waited until he went home to think about these things. Instead, the Sheriff had just caught him staring, and not for the first time this day.

And DiNozzo wondered if he was about to be run out of town, but Gibbs just smiled at him, in a way that sent chills along the length of his body.

Gibbs ordered the town drunk out of the cell and told him to go home and beg his wife to take him back. The drunk teetered a bit as he got up from the cot in the cell but then gratefully left.

DiNozzo asked then, "Why'd you let him go, boss? Public intoxication means an overnight stay."

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. "I thought of something else we could do with the cell."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, priest!nate/eliot, keep you free from sin

Keep me from Sin

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"I should stop coming," Elliot said through the grate looking over at Father Nate on the other side of the confessional.

"I don't think giving off up your faith is a good idea at a time like this," his priest said and Elliot almost laughed.

"I'm not giving up my faith. I'm going to go to a new church, get a new priest."

"Oh," Nate said looking rather confused, "Have I done something to upset you? I thought we were making progress."

"Well yeah we have, but priests are suppose to keep you free from sin not make you want to crate some," Elliot said.

"I don't understand."

"Listen, Father, it's really hard listening you talk about God and restraining when all I wanna do is bend you over a pew and fuck you senseless," Elliot said softly not wanting anyone to overhear but wanting the point made.

"You can't be serious," Nate said defensively.

"I am. It's distracting," Elliot snapped.

"Well, why don't we deal with that then continue on our path towards your redemption."

"Deal with it how?" Elliot asked seeing no way out of this.

"Engage in your desire then continue on. Perhaps do this once or twice a week as needed."

"You fucking-"

"Language."

"Sorry," Elliot said reigning in his tongue, "You joking right? I mean priests don't..."

"Not normally, but I'm not a normal priest, am I? I help cons and the most hopeless of cases. Not to mention homosexuality really isn't a sin. No commandment against it. Sex really isn't that big of a deal to the Lord, that's man's business. Lords just cares that you tried."

"It can't be this easy," Elliot said his voice hoarse from being so dry. The idea of getting his wish making his whole body tense with want.

"Why not? Can't God bless you too."

"He sent me you didn't he?" Elliot said a smile breaking over his face, "So, when can I cash in this offer."

"Come over to my side of the confessional, I've already got something waiting for you," Nate said making Elliot's head almost fall off his shoulders, "But first twenty Hail Mary's for stealing that dvd."

"Yes sir," Elliot said going to pay his penance then get his reward.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, love ain't nothing but a four letter word

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

I...I wrote Leverage? WTF? Have I mentioned ONE EPISODE? In my defense (maybe), this might actually be a Dan/Ror fic in its Halloween costume. XD

Eliot won't look at him, and the silence stretches on until he feels the need to say something, anything, even if it's stupid, even if he already knows the answer.

"Did you, uh..."

"Yeah, I heard you." There's a pause, long enough that he's trying frantically to come up with something else to say, before Eliot continues. "It's bullshit. Love ain't nothin' but a four-letter word."

Nate's heart breaks a little at that. He steps forward, into Eliot's personal space. Takes his hands, doesn't let go until Eliot finally meets his eyes.

"It's not," he insists softly. "And I'm going to prove it to you, whether you like it or not."

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, abusive!steve/chris, i'm your only true friend

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

The airport was crowded and some part of him wished he was getting on a plane with Steve. Chris stopped when they could see the security queue, setting Steve's bag on the ground.

He hadn't told Steve about the fight he'd had with Tim and Aldis, but it was easy to see Steve knew something was wrong.

"Come here." Steve pulled him into a hug. "You know I love you."

"I know." Chris responded. They'd already said their goodbyes before they left the apartment because public venues and secret relationships didn't work well together.

Steve's fingers brushed over the bruise under Chris' eye. "Call me anytime you need to okay?"

"Yeah." Chris was starting to feel abandoned. The rest of the band was already off to their many other projects and Chris would be alone again for weeks before they came back.

"I'm your only true friend, don't let them hurt you." Steve said softly in his ear as they hugged. "Remember I'm the one who takes care of you."

"I will."

Steve picked up his bag and pulled his boarding pass out of his pocket. He surprised Chris by kissing his forehead before heading toward security. And Chris watched him leave, his stomach turning.

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

The Covenant, Author's Choice, kick and scream and cry

Watching You Fall Apart, Reid/Tyler, PG13

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

*just in case... warning for implied death of an OC... sorry for so many edits *facepalm*

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It’s one of the hardest things Reid has ever encountered.

He’s not really emotional… life’s a bitch and all that; you just have to go with the flow, right? But this? This breaks his heart and nearly has him collapsing right alongside Tyler. And all he can do is watch as the person he’s come to love more than life itself breaks apart before his eyes.

Tyler screams and curses… “why” and “you left me” and “how could you fucking do this to me”. He kicks out, angry and hurt—betrayal stinging his every word. His fists make contact—sharp and quick—against bark and wood, knuckles scraping with every blow. Then he breaks apart—tears pouring down his cheeks as he lets himself cry. The fight goes out of him as he completely comes apart and sinks down to the ground, dropping to his knees uncaring of the rocks and sticks he falls upon.

Reid can’t stand back anymore. Two quick strides along dirt and grass and he’s there beside Tyler, arms coming around his chest and pulling him in. Tyler’s got a little more life inside him though because he curses and fights, tries to shrug him off but Reid won’t let up.

“You’re alright,” he soothes. “Don’t fight me, Ty. Just—I’m right here. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” He spits out, anger in every word, red coloring his cheeks. “It’s not fucking okay. She lied. She—fuck. I don’t even—” And he breaks off, confused and lost and hurting. Reid shakes his head, doesn’t drop his weight as he keeps Tyler pinned to his chest.

Reid gets it. No matter how little they see each other since he’s been at Spencer, he’s still got parents at home. Tyler’s no longer got that. Yeah, he’s got Pogue and Caleb but they aren’t his mother and father and he may not know what Tyler’s going through but this kid has always worn his heart on his sleeve and Reid will be damned if he lets him go this alone.

He may not know the right things to say but he can do this. He can offer Tyler himself—his comfort and all that he’s got to give. And with the way Tyler finally settles back against his chest, head tucked in against Reid’s neck as he sighs against his skin… Reid thinks this might just be enough, at least for the moment.

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

The Covenant/Blood Ties, Henry Fitzroy/Authors Choice, escape

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chace Crawford/Toby Hemingway/Sebastian Stan, he loves that they dont give a shit

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Abusive!Steve/Chris, numb

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

He hasn't left the corner where he landed when it was over, huddled in on himself, sitting amidst the carnage of Steve's rampage.

He stares at the ruins around him, numb down to his center. Tim had been right...all this time, he'd refused to see what was happening around him...to him.

He knows he should move, should get up and clean up, should do...something, but he can't. This time it isn't just bruises, easy to cover, easy to hide and ignore. He's fairly certain his wrist is broken and at least one rib. He isn't exactly sure what's wrong with his hip but the pain is enough to make him not try to move just yet.

He thinks maybe his stomach might crawl out his throat if he thinks about it, so he tries to block the look on Steve's face as he hit him. Chris hadn't hit back, he'd just tried to protect himself, but Steve was so far gone...and then he was gone, storming out the door and leaving Chris here, in the corner...numb.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Abusive!Steve/Chris, clothes to cover up bruises

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

There are fingertip bruises on the inside of both arms from where Steve grabbed him. There is a round ring of black and blue on his thigh where Steve slammed the tequila bottle into him when it was empty. The back of his left hand is mottled red and purple from the way Steve slammed it against the headboard while they fucked.

Those are just the new ones.

His ribs still have a dusty darkness to them. He's managed to keep those hidden while they heal.

Chris dresses slowly, quietly, in the dark. Steve is sleeping off the abundance of alcohol, and with it the temper that blooms only with tequila or whiskey to water it. He eases worn jeans up over the bruise on his thigh, hoping that the achy muscle won't interfere with the stunt work he has to do that day.

He layers on the shirts, a dark blue t-shirt that fits tight and covers his ribs and comes to his elbows to cover the bruises there. He adds a button down and grabs fingerless gloves off the dresser to hide his hands. He'd have to make sure he got into the makeup trailer before Tim to cover the hand. The rest is clothes would cover.

He paused at the door, watching Steve sleep. He made excuses for Steve, argued that it was just a part of their physical relationship, that Steve was often hurt too. He flexed his hand. He was accident prone.

He loved Steve. Steve loved him.

Chris slipped on his sunglasses and left Steve sleeping.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, cultural differences

[rubygirl29.livejournal.com]

Note: Post-Enemy at the Gates

Sweetness

It had been a day of pure pleasure. Released from the confines of Atlantis, John had rented a motorcycle and with Ronon's arms clasped around his waist, they had taken the Pacific Coast Highway out of San Francisco to a small, private park overlooking the ocean. They had walked down to the beach, swam in the chilly waters, then let the warmth of the sun dry them. Sheltered by a rocky outcropping from the wind and prying eyes, they had spread out blankets and made love until Ronon swore he had nothing left in him to give to John but his heart. Sated with love, but hungry for food, they had driven to a small town for dinner.

There was some sort of harvest festival going on; celebrated with a procession that John explained was a parade, not a religious observance, with bands, and pretty girls wearing glittery gowns and sashes. The food was different and familiar at the same time: hot dogs, popcorn, fries, something called elephant ears, which made Ronon give John a startled look, because he knew what elephants were thanks to movie nights on Atlantis. And he didn't think they were pastry, or sweet.

“That a ferris wheel?” he asked, pointing to a ride he recognized from Sheppard's model.

“Yeah. But not the good kind. That's for kids, to get them used to the big ones at real amusement parks.”

“Okay.” But he studied it. There had been nothing like that, like this whole day, really, on Sateda. Sadness ghosted like ice across his heart.

“I've got the perfect ending,” John jogged his arm. His eyes were bright. “Stay here. Be right back.”

When he returned, he held a paper cone with a puff of something crowning it. “Come on, let's find a quiet place to sit before the fireworks start.” He pointed to a bench that was barely visible, half-hidden by a large tree.

“Try this.” He held out a piece of the puff.

“It looks like something Beckett would use to clean out a cut and it's blue. ”

“Yeah,” John said happily. He pulled a piece off. “Try it.”

“What is it?”

“Cotton candy.”

He held it up to Ronon's lips. Resigned, and unable to resist the happiness in John's eyes, he closed his eyes and took a cautious nibble. Sweetness exploded on his tongue and melted away like sticky ice. John pulled of another piece and popped it in his mouth, grinning at the look on Ronon's face. He tugged on Ronon's dreadlocks. “C'mere.” He kissed Ronon, his mouth sweet and sugary. He held out another puff, touched it to Ronon's lips. He let John's tongue push the sweetness into his mouth. Even after the candy melted, John's kiss was sweeter.

“Good day?” John asked.

Ronon nodded. Overhead, the first of the fireworks exploded into a shower of stars. He startled a bit, and then his eyes widened in wonder. John slid his arm around the back of his neck and Ronon tilted his head to the stars and the fireworks.

“I can't give you Sateda,” John whispered. “But I can give you this.” He slouched down and rested his head on Ronon's shoulder. "Is it good?"

It felt right, it felt perfect, and Ronon smiled. “It's good,” he said. It wasn't Sateda, but it was a sweetness he had never tasted.

End

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Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, last thing they do at night

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Warning for extreme SAP. XD

A slight breeze blows in through the open window, cooling their still slightly sweat-damp bodies. Sated, exhausted, Chris curls closer against Steve. Sleep nudging at the edges of his consciousness, he reaches out, his fingers landing on Steve's hip, lightly tracing a heart on his skin. Love you.

It's a moment before Steve moves, hand stirring against Christian's back, drawing a matching heart there. Returning the unspoken message. Always.

They sleep.

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SGA, John/Ronon, their own kind of foreplay

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Merlin/Stardust, author's choice, Can I get there by candlelight?

Merlin/Stardust, wee!Morgana and Yvaine, Can I get there by candlelight?

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Morgana has dreamed many dreams. She has dreamed in her bed asleep (images flash and anger, danger, pain), she has dreamed with her eyes open (the servant boy with the eyes of fire, fending off death), she has dreamed with her head in the clouds while her feet touched earth (her father stands near her, a pillar of strength). She has dreamed at night, at morn, at noon. But these are her favorite dreams, this is her favorite dreamtime.

The sky is pink, darkening to purple, to blue-black. She stand at the balcony, a tower of twisting hair and silks, looking up. She grips the railing and waits for her star.

"I've missed you." She murmurs, when she appears, winking, in the dome above.

"I've missed you too" The star says, "No one else can really hear me, and I can't really hear anyone else."

"Why?" She asks, clear-eyed and wondering.

"I think it's because someday I'll be able to hear far onto the earth, and you'll be able to speak to the sky." The star answered, in the way that stars do. "But I don't know. I'm just glad that you've come back."

"Sorry." Morgana says, brushing her hair from her face. "Gaius gave me medicine to help with the nightmares, but it made you go away, too."

The star shook her head. "I didn't go anywhere. I can't, y'see, be anywhere but here."

"Oh." Morgana's brow furrowed. "Is here very far away?"

The star twinkled. "Oh, very." She said airily. "Very far and it is very dark in between."

Morgana looked down at the town, at the world. It was true night, now, and everything was fading to shadows cast by tiny flickering flames. "Can I get there by candlelight?" She asked.

"Huh." Said the star. "Maybe if you had the right kind of candle."