Onsdag - Wednesday - In the West

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Hello! cyphersushi here again, Hope everyone has dried off from yesterday...

Today we go specific again - we go to The West. Yes, it's time for cowboys, ranches, native americans, horses and everything between. Don't feel too limited though - you can also use it as a flavour, maybe for a planet or a costume party. And you're not limited to timeperiod either - always wanted to write a Nashville-AU for Star Trek? Now's your shot...

Most importantly - have fun!

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.

And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, "Damnit Jim, I'm a doctor not a cowboy!"

X-men, Wolverine/Gambit, Western AU

If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes. There are some really awesome prompts just witing for a writer over on delicious.

Most importantly - Have fun!

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, "Damnit Jim, I'm a doctor not a cowboy!"

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

X-men, Wolverine/Gambit, Western AU

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/Jayne, "When we get back I wanna see in you the chaps..."

[ice-ziggee.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Wilson, Riding into the sunset

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Wilson was bone weary when he stumbled out of his car and began to make his way up to their apartment. It had been a very long day and he'd spent all afternoon comforting the parents of a young child who had passed away that day. He'd promised House he'd come home earlier today but it just hadn't been possible.

"Hey Wilson!"

He turned around to see House leaning on his motorcycle which was parked on the pavement. A couple of saddlebags were slung over the bike and his heart sunk. Had House had enough? Was this going to be yet another 'divorce'.

"House, I'm sorry....I couldn't leave. A child died..."

House limped over to him and stood in front of him, one hand reaching out to brush his hand in greeting. To his surprise House didn't appear annoyed, instead there was eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Come on, we're going to blow this joint."

"House, I'm not up for going out, I'm exhausted.."

"We're not going out. We're going."

"Going..."

"Leaving, departing, taking off, travelling Jimmy. Time to leave all this behind us and hit the open road."

Wilson stared at him.

"I don't have a time for a holiday House! The budgets coming up, I have appointments, schedules, conferences..."

"Not a holiday Wilson. " House gestured towards the bike. "Essentials are in those bags, everything else we leave behind. Cuddy will look after it for us. I've sent in our resignations. She was a bit mad to start with but I explained it to her and she's on board."

"House! " Wilson waved his arms wildly. "We can't just leave!!" Even as he was saying it a small bit of hope was growing in him. A weight was already beginning to lift off his shoulders. The thought of not having to go back into the hospital tomorrow and face more dying people was very appealing.

"The way you've been going Wilson, you'd end up in Mayfield too. Believe me when I tell you that cracking up isn't all its made out to be." House stared at him intently. "Its time for a change Jimmy. "

Wilson stared at the bike, at the bags and then at House. Slowly he grinned.

"Okay."
House grinned at him.

"Race you to the bike."

When they were both seated and House was gunning the engine Wilson slipped his arms around House's waist and held on tight.

"Where are we heading House?"

House turned back to him and they bumped helmets.

"Second star to the right Jimmy, and straight on till morning."

The bike roared off down the street as the sun dipped below the horizon.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Little House series, Charles/Caroline, freedom

[moontyger.livejournal.com]

Oklahoma!, Laurey/Ado Annie, I cain't say no

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Jayne/River, cowboys and dinosaurs

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

CWrps, Jeff/Jensen, Jeff is a wrangler while Jensen is the city boy

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Are you dead?"

The wrangler asked the question casually, his low growl revealing only mild curiosity in the answer.

"Yeah, I'm good," Jensen panted from the patch of mud where he had fallen off the horse. The wind was knocked out of him, he was thoroughly humiliated, the left side of his ass was about to be a giant bruise where he landed, and he was soaked in dirt and he-didn't-want-to-think-about-what-else.

But Jen wasn't about to be the posh little prince who's too wimpy to handle what men like Jeff probably go through every day. So Jen did his best to smile and tried to stand up with some semblance of self-respect and dignity.

It turns out mud is slippery.

Jensen winced as he landed on the same damn spot on his ass and tried not to look angry when he heard Jeff's low chuckle. But he saw a hand then, and Jeff's big dark eyes looking at him kindly. Amused, sure, but kindly. Jen took his hand and felt the strong rugged man pull him up with ease.

"Ready to try again," Jen said with as much cheerfulness as he could muster.

Jeff smiled at him, not buying it. "Whoa there, Howdy Doody, you're not touching my horses until you clean off that muck."

"Don't ever call me Howdy Doody," Jen said solemn-faced, though his mind was actually preoccupied with 'Did he just say mud or muck? Is muck what I think it is?'

Jeff winked at him and said, "No problem, City Mouse. Let's get you hosed off." Jeff guided him to the back of the barn, where there was a long green hose.

"So... 'hosed off' is not just the wrangler way of saying 'nicely outfitted outdoor shower,' is it?" Jen asked. Physical injury was one thing, but getting sprayed like an animal behind the barn? Actually, come to think of it, even his poodle got a nice warm doggie tub.

"Strip," was the wrangler's answer.

Continued below

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, a dry patch into the West...of Wales

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Merlin + Perceval (and other knights if you so choose!), "If we were living a thousand and some years hence, you fair knights would be galavanting with most absurd hats."

cracky

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Merlin! So good to see you!" greeted Perceval as he welcomed him to the round table.

"Tis good to see you too, Perceval the Pure," Merlin answered.

Perceval blushed as the Knights snickered at his moniker, Bedevere whispering to Erick that they should really just drag Percy to a house of ill repute and let what must be done be done.

"Stop acting like fools!" Merlin said, in one of his foul moods, "You think the future Britons deserve to look on the first uniters of the island and weep at their idiocy?"

"I'd cut them down if they tried," Bors said in a tizzy of drunken bravado, to the cheers of the crowd.

"In a thousand and some years, your armor and swords will be obsolete!" Merlin said.

"Shall the keepers of order ride armorless in this future, Merlin?" Perceval asked.

"If we were living a thousand and some years hence, you fair knights would be galavanting with most absurd hats, large-brimmed and cloth. And you would have short weapons that use fire to shoot tiny arrows with no quivers."

The knights guffawed at the absurdity of such a picture. Gawain used a bit of pork sauce to draw a picture on a napkin of Merlin's now old visage beneath an absurd-looking pointy hat decorated with whimsical stars and moons. Gawain showed it to the table and announced, "And this is the hat Merlin will wear a thousand and some years hence! Like a princess' cap with an astronomy table upon it - so perfect for our wise old wizard!"

The rest of the table laughed so hard that several of them fell of their chairs.

They stopped laughing when they realized Merlin had transformed their clothes and armor into some new and strange apparel, consisting of leather chaps, wide-brimmed cloth hats, and nothing else.

Naturally, Guinevere and her ladies chose that moment to walk in. The queen took one look around, with an especially long glance at Lancelot, and said, "This must be your doing, Merlin.... And it isn't even my birthday."

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, dry mouth on a dry planet on which Sheppard imagines cowboys must exist

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

John licked his lips, squinting across the dry expanse for any sign of a town or water. Teyla had said that there were people here but looking at the heat radiating up from the baked earth as it made the distant mountains wave he couldn't help but doubt it.

"Hot," John said.

"Yes, yes, it is," Rodney huffed, red-faced and panting as he studied his scanner. "And there's nothing here. Nothing at all."

"You don't know that," John said, his mouth just about as dry as the desert around them. "There could be cowboys out there. Almost have to be."

Rodney looked up from his scanner, peering at John as if trying to determine if his brains had started baking. John shrugged, pondering whether or not to take a sip of water. He decided against it. They had a long way back to the gate if they couldn't find anyone. Rodney sighed, shaking his head in dismay. They walked on, following Teyla through what looked exactly like tumbleweeds and squat little cactus.

"Ah, there they are," Teyla said, sounding relieved.

A plume of dust was rising through the painfully hot air. John watched it, grinning. He had been right! There were cowboys here. His delight evaporated as the natives galloped up on their purple six-legged dragon-like creatures. They were enveloped in billowing white robes with turbans and veils covering their faces.

"Cowboys, huh?" Rodney said, smirking at John.

"I'll take Arabs riding purple dragons," John said, shrugging. "Close enough."

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, "Do you fancy yourself a cowboy, Watson?"

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, the last new movie in circulation on Atlantis is An American Tail: Fivel Goes West

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"Are you kidding me?" Rodney squawked, staring at the DVD in John's hand with horror. "This is the last new move left?"

"Yeah," John said, shrugging and grimacing apologetically.

Rodney glared at the copy of American Tail: Fivel Goes West. He tapped his fingers on the desk, seriously considering if he could bear to watch Back to the Future instead. Or maybe play chess. Or something, anything. In the end he growled and snatched the movie out of John's hand, putting it into his laptop.

"All right but I'm doing this under protest," Rodney grumbled.

"You do everything under protest," John said, settling down on the couch.

Rodney humphed and sat next to him, clutching the popcorn to his chest. John wrapped an arm around him, wiggling until he was comfortable. Rodney supposed that it didn't really matter what movie they watched beyond the principle of the thing. He counted the minutes down from five, subtly angling his neck at 4:37 and then grinning when John started nuzzling him at 4:42. By 5:03 they were kissing and the popcorn had been set aside so that they wouldn't knock it over while making out.

"Someday," Rodney gasped as John nibbled his way down to his waistband, "we have to actually watch a movie together."

"That's what team night is for," John murmured before opening Rodney's zipper with his teeth. "This is how we watch movies."

"Oh yeah," Rodney groaned. "John!"

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, mail-order bride (AU, clearly)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

The rancher eyed Cissie suspiciously. "Damned fools. I send for a woman, and they send me a child. How old are you, anyway?"

Cissie looked at the ground. "According to my documents, I'm 18, sir."

"Hm. And I'm a city boy. Not likely." He shook his head. "They can't honestly expect me to take you as a bride. Why, I bet you're not even as old as my youngest boy."

Cissie didn't make eye contact, knowing full well that most ranchers had no problem taking a bride her age. That was how her mother had hatched this plot, to marry her off to Bruce Wayne, Montana's richest landowner. He had been widowed years ago, when his wife was murdered by bandits, and he was raising three boys on his ranch. Her mother's voice echoed in her ears.

"You listen here, girlie! This is our one chance at making a name for ourselves. The King women deserve more than we've got, and in this world, the only way for a lady to get a leg up is on the back of some dumb man. So you're going to charm this Mr. Wayne, and get him good and stupid with love. Do whatever you have to do! Don't let me down."

"I know I'm young, Mr. Wayne. But I can be a good wife. Just give me a chance."

Bruce stared into Cissie's eyes. He had no intention of making this young girl his wife, but looking into her eyes, he could see that she did not want to be sent back. Whatever she was hiding, it was bad, and he wouldn't have that on his conscience.

"A good wife, eh? You can cook? You can sew?"

"Yes, sir. My mother taught me."

"Then you'll earn your keep here. I'll expect you to handle the work my wife would have, and you can stay. And that's all I'll expect of you, understood?"

"Yes, sir." Cissie nodded. She wasn't sure how she felt about this arrangement, but it was better than being sent home. And she was glad she wouldn't have to marry a man twice her age.

"Have a look around, I'll take your things upstairs. My boy's out back doin' chores. He can show you around the place."

Cissie walked out to the back, where a strapping young man, about her age or a bit older, was working on nailing in a fence.

"So! You're the new stepmom?" the boy laughed.

"No! I suppose...I'm the new boarder. The other part didn't work out."

"I'm not surprised. My pa's a good man. He'd never take advantage of a young girl. I'm Timothy."

"Cissie." She smiled as she extended her hand. "Is it just the two of you here?"

"Yeah. My big brother Richard went off to California to find his fortune a few years back. Jason...don't talk about him around here. It's a sore spot with my Pa, ever since he hooked up with the Arkham gang last summer. Pa tried to raise him right, but it didn't go that way."

"I'm sorry."

"He and I weren't close, but he was my brother. Pa took it really hard. Ever since ma died, he's been sort of distant, and I think this broke him." Tim paused. "Who knows, maybe you being here will bring a little light back to the ranch. We can hope."

Tim extended his hand, and Cissie took it as he showed her to the barn. It was scary, she thought, to be in this new place, but there was already at least one person she could relate to.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I'm at work, but I'm all over this one when I get home.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage RPS, Chris/Tim, cowboy boots

[tigriswolf]

Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, they spend more time in Old Sonora

Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, they spend more time in Old Sonora

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

They spend more time in Old Sonora just because Lassie's a sentimental fool underneath that gruff cop exterior and Shawn? Well, he really loves wearing that Sheriff's outfit. And Lassie really likes taking it off him too, so he can't complain.

And it's really the only time Shawn can get away with calling Lassie "Binky," otherwise he'd most likely get shot.

They spend most of the weekend camping out in the woods, and riding in the mornings. It's almost like a vacation and Shawn sees that Lassie is more relaxed here, less tense and irritable at him. He thinks it's because Lassie gives himself too much responsibility out in the real world as head detective to make Hank proud and so has no way to relax and unwind from a city that's up at all hours of the night, home to heinous crimes occurring almost everyday. This place is a slice of a simpler time in every sense of the word and Shawn's happy that he gets to experience it with Lassie.

[tigriswolf]

Trek reboot, Bones/Jim, "Jim, you're just a space cowboy"

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Sorry, no fulfillment, but this prompt made me laugh in real life.

[tigriswolf]

Changer/Legends Walking(Athanor novels), Changer/Duppy Jonah, last time the Sea King came ashore, it was to explore the West

[moontyger.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki, Sanzo/Hakkai, journey to the West and what they found when they got there.

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

DC Comics, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, the sheriff and the Native archer (YJ Western AU from the 80-page giant)

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so it's a very loose interpretation of your prompt, but you love me anyway? I took one too many courses on diversity with a professor who was Passionate about Native issues. :P]



Cissie crossed her arms over her chest. "No."

Tim sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. "Cissie, it's a costume party. For charity."

"I said I'd go. I'm happy to go. But I'm not wearing that."

He frowned at the costume on the bed. "It was the only thing left. We are kind of looking for costumes at the last minute."

"Tim," she snapped, gesturing at the "Indian Princess" costume on the hanger. "Look at it! I can not wear that. Roy would kill me."

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know it's not exactly accurate--"

"Accurate?" she asked, her voice rising dangerously. "It's offensive, Tim. There's a headdress! I will not go out in public wearing that. It would be like going to a party dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl while wearing the Pope's hat."

Tim blinked at her. "...Seriously?"

"Well, that's what Roy said." Cissie sighed. "Was it really the last costume?"

"Cissie, do you really think I would have picked out a sheriff costume for myself if I'd had a choice?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I guess not. But for the record, I hate this."

"I know." He scrubbed at his face. "Look, maybe we can figure something else out."

She looked at him hopefully. "Does this mean we get to raid some closets?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of looking in the Cave and asking Alfred, if all else fails."

Cissie grinned and threw her arms around him. "Thank you! Roy would never let me babysit Lian again if I wore that."

Tim laughed. "You underestimate how much Roy and Lian love you. But come on, let's go see what we can find instead."

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Kate Bishop/Bucky Barnes, "City girls don't ride horses"

[monjinator.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, I'm going to ride you hard and put you away wet.

Part 1 since I got wordy

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

Hardison/Eliot (with implied Eliot/Nate)

"I'm going to ride you hard and put you away wet," Alec growled, or at least he tried to growl. It came out more like a whine and the look Eliot gave him didn't help at all.

"You have got to be kidding me," Eliot said, cocking his head at Alec. His lips were twitching with amusement. "That's the best you can do? What did you do? Ask Sophie for acting lessons?"

"Oh come on!" Alec exploded, throwing up his hands. "It's not like this is something that comes naturally to me. I'm not gay, okay? I don't know how to do this! I still don't know why Nate insisted it had to be you and me instead of the two of you. That would work."

"No it wouldn't," Eliot said, shaking his head at Alec. "We'd get… distracted. Sit down. Let's try something different. I can't believe you asked Sophie for acting lessons."

"I so did not," Alec said, his cheeks burning.

"Yeah, right," Eliot snorted. "Sit."

Alec opened his mouth to object but Eliot gave him one of those looks, one of the ones that cataloged exactly how many ways he could kill Alec with his little finger and a paperclip. Alec sat on the couch, glaring up at him. Eliot studied him, his lips starting to twitch again.

"Definitely high maintenance," Eliot muttered.

"What was that?" Alec asked.

"Figuring angles," Eliot said. "All right. This is a BDSM club, Alec. It's not primarily a gay bar. This is about you keeping control over me, me giving up my control to you. Sex is only a portion of BDSM. The control's the key."

"There's no fucking way I can control you," Alec said, staring at Eliot. "Seriously, dude. Look at you!"

"Sure there is," Eliot said, grinning wickedly for an instant before going dead serious. "Tell me to kneel. Order me to kneel, Alec."

"Um, kneel?" Alec said, blinking at Eliot.

"Order me."

Alec sighed, looked at Eliot and shivered at the hopeful expression in his eyes. This was more than just acting for a job. This was something real for Eliot. Alec thought about it for a second and then decided he really didn't want to know how Eliot and Nate's relationship worked. This was a job. He'd do what he had to and then it would be over. He didn't need the complications.

"Kneel," Alec snapped, pointing to his feet.

Eliot knelt smoothly, easily, his breath hitching just a little bit in his chest. He bent his head, making his hair tumble over his face as he sat there in front of Alec's feet, waiting for the next order.

"Whoa," Alec breathed, swallowing hard against a completely unexpected surge of lust. "Look at me."

Eliot raised his head, looking Alec in the eyes. It wasn't like he was gone or something. Eliot was there, completely there, completely aware, watching and waiting but there was trust in his eyes that Alec had never seen before, not directed at him. It was like the time Parker had trusted him to hold her precious lock picks only more so.

"If I told you to suck my cock, would you?" Alec asked, his hands in fists on his things.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Warren/Scott, ride a horse save a cowboy

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Babs, cowboy hat from hell