Friday - Free-For-All

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Hey, everyone - TGIF! So we've all survived another week, and we've all had a blast thanks to our lovely hostess spae (give her a round of applause). Now, today we can go nuts!  

As always, there is no theme on Fridays other than... well, whatever you want to write. The sky is the limit, as one would say.

Just a brief reminder of the rules, however:

Please leave a maximum of 5 prompts (3 max per fandom) - then if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again. :D

Respect those who haven't been able to see the new episodes yet - please do not use SPOILERS in your prompts until the week after the episode has aired!

If your story has SPOILERS - please warn for it in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.


The posting format is as follows: 

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, spiced pumpkin lattes 

Leverage/Mentalist, Eliot Spencer/Patrick Jane, 10 things I hate about you 


And if you don't see any prompts to answer today, feel free to take a gander at our lonely prompts section on delicious. 

So, it's Friday, it's only a few hours from the weekend... everyone have a blast! 

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, spiced pumpkin lattes

Pumpkin Spice Lattes Are My New Addiction

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Eliot walked into Nate's apartment the same way he always did, not bothering to knock. He stopped short as the sound of someone thoroughly enjoying themselves reached his ears. The slurping and moaning was downright pornographic, and he could feel his pants constrict in response. But a second later, his brow furrowed as he realized the voice connected to the sounds was Nate's. Venturing further into the space, he braced himself for what he was about to see.

"Nate!" he said, rounding the corner. "What are you doing?"

Startled, Nate pulled the cup from his lips. "What? I'm having coffee!"

"Making love to coffee is what it sounds like." Eliot took a few steps closer, inhaling what was becoming a familiar smell. "Another one? Jesus, Nate, how many of those have you had today?"

Nate glanced away but tried to sound normal when he said, "This is the first one today."

"Uh huh. Good thing you're a better liar than that when we're on a job," Eliot muttered. He went straight for the trash, finding three identical Venti-sized cups in the trash. "It's only 11 am and you're on your fourth one! Nate, seriously, this addiction to pumpkin spice lattes has got to stop."

"Oh come on," Nate wheedled. "It's not hurting anyone. And it's not like I can get drunk off it. Besides, you like it when I taste like pumpkin spice," he said, coming to stand next to Eliot. "Don't you?"

Groaning in the back of his throat, Eliot grabbed him and dragged him into a thorough, dirty kiss. He swiped his tongue through Nate's mouth, tasting the lingering bits of cinnamon and pumpkin mixed with his own unique flavor. Their groins bumped and even through the layers of denim, Eliot could tell Nate was just as hard as he was. "Get your ass upstairs," Eliot growled. "And bring the coffee."

Pumpkin spiced Nate was fast becoming his own addicition.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Mentalist, Eliot Spencer/Patrick Jane, 10 things I hate about you

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

No bunnies yet but total squee at the pairing. ;-)

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

SGA, Ronon/Sheppard, the one where John explains flavored condoms to Ronon

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Okay, so what I wanted was a quick porny piece about rough sex on first flat surface. But apparently the idea of jealous/rough Jared was flying around my head a bit too long, because now I produced a fic about that. With carpet burn somewhere in the background. And there's no Misha even if he plays major part in the fic. So basically: probably not what you hoped for XD

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part1 (because apparently it's too long for a comment)

Jared fall on the couch in Jensen's trailer totally graceless. The other actor just looked at him from above of the script he was currently reading and working on, leaving tiny pencil notes about how he thinks it should look or what facial expression Dean should use then. He liked having his scripts worked out, scenes already playing in his mind, before he even managed finishing memorizing the lines. He also didn't like being interrupted, while he worked on it.

"Dude? What the hell are you doing here?"

It wasn't that he hated Jared's company. Quite the opposite. After all they still pretty much lived together and worked with each other every day. The problem was that Jensen knew Jared will be distracting, because Jared lately was nervous!Jared!with!relationship!problems. And that, for most of the time, was okay as well. Jensen was a great older brother and hated not helping Jay, but he was getting slightly fed up with this couple counseling. As if he knew anything about gay guys problems!
Well, besides what he learned from Chris and Steve. And Mike. And... Seriously, where were the manly straight guys, when you needed them? Sure as hell not on CW payroll.

"I'm spending more time with you."

"More than what? Is safe and healthy? More than my mother during pregnancy? What the hell, man? Go and bother your boyfriend."

"I can't! I got jealous!"

"I know!" stated Jensen loudly, because, yes he did know. They discussed it at length. Jensen even gave advice. The advice that didn't involve sitting in the trailer and bothering your co-star. "Remember, we talked about it! I even was to blame to start at the conversation after I saw Misha changing into his angel-suit!"

[elebridith]

Leverage/Firefly, Nate/Eliot, Happy Birthday

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SPN, Dean & kitten!Sam (and Bobby), Sam's still the only one who rides shotgun in the Impala

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

I'm back. With more. XD

Continuation of the Kitten Days 'verse that started here (http://pandionpandeus.livejournal.com/1568.html).


Day 28

Turned out, Sam had enough self-awareness that he automatically went for shotgun in the Impala. Dean had noticed it on the way to Bobby’s, but had put it down to coincidence. However, when they made a trip into town for some grocery shopping, Sam hopped right in ahead of Bobby and curled up in the front passenger seat.

Bobby glared at him and tried to shoo him into the back, but the kitten was stubborn and refused to budge. The old hunter finally sighed and got into the back.

He didn’t even try on the way back and Sam continued to enjoy life from the passenger side.

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, 'On your feet or on your knees'

It's the title of an album by Blue Oyster Cult, but it doesn't have to have anything to do with that.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

This is entirely based off a joke I made from episode two.

*

“First you’ll have to clean and ready my armor and shine my boots and brush my horse and clean the saddle and suck my cock.”

Merlin had been mentally cataloguing each chore, thinking of the magic he’d use to get it over quickly while he did more interesting things. His mind froze at the last part, unable to tell if he had heard wrong or had he really said that.

“Wait what? The last one did you really just say suck your–”

Arthur smirked. “You heard me. Finish the rest of the chores quickly, then on your knees. I’m not a patient man.”

Merlin couldn’t even speak. This kind of hubris went beyond what he thought Arthur was even capable of – and Arthur was the king of hubris. If there was an official entry for hubris, Arthur would be listed as a synonym, his picture would be etched under the translation, listed with see other.

“Besides, don’t pretend you haven’t been looking. I caught you staring three times yesterday.”

Merlin turned a shade of pink not unlike uncooked meat. Guilty as charged.

“As far as I’m concerned, this is an honor. You’re welcome for the pleasure, by the way.”

Merlin swallowed nervously, his eyes down south to a certain place of Arthur’s anatomy that he’d become very well acquainted with soon.

“...I suppose it’d be a waste to do the other chores when I’m right here. Waste of time, I mean.”

“Now you’re learning. On your feet or your knees.”

Merlin knelt and obeyed.

Supernatural AU, teacher!Dean/student!Castiel, author's choice

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This (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/85718.html?thread=19518934#t19518934) comment_fic leads to the 'first' one in the verse and all corresponding fic is linked from there.

Castiel wrung his hands together, he felt like an idiot standing outside Dean's classroom. He was afraid to go in. You are no longer a student kept running through his head. Damn Anna.

"He likes you," it was conversational the way she started.

"Excuse me?" Castiel barely glanced up from the homework assignment he was working on.

"Dean," she rolled her eyes, like it was obvious. "Our Mechanics teacher? He totally likes you."

Castiel snorted, "I think you are mistaken. He's terrible to me."

"C'mon Cas," he glared, but she barreled on, "haven't you heard that saying about picking on the one you like. Dean likes you."

"Professor Winchester is a grown man, I'm sure he wouldn't result to grade school tactics when he likes someone." Castiel went back to his homework.

"Cas?" Anna put a hand on his forearm and he gritted his teeth so as to not pull away. "Trust me. Dean Winchester has the hots for you."

Castiel took his turn rolling his eyes at her wording. "Please, Anna." He stood up, "that is ridiculous."

Anna shook her head, "You don't have to believe me, but it's true. Guy is probably counting down the days till you're graduated." Castiel didn't even offer her another look.

Shaking himself and scoffing at his nerves he pushed the door open and walked in.

Dean was sitting at his desk, alone for once, grading papers. He glanced up and the frown that had been marring his features quickly turned to a grin. "Cas, didn't expect you back here so soon. Aren't you done?"

Castiel nodded, "they gave me my diploma this morning."

Dean smiled, "well congratulations. How's it feel?"

The former-student shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't had much time for it to sink in."

"Of course not, you're still here. You need to get out, take a breath of free air." Dean stood up, stretching his arms above his head. A strip of skin peeked at his waist band and Castiel's eyes were drawn there without his consent.

Castiel forced his eyes back to Dean's and thanked God that it seemed Dean hadn't noticed. "I have some things left to do before I am...free, as you put it."

"Well, don't let me keep you." Dean walked from behind his desk to lean against the front.

Castiel licked his lips, his nerves returning, as he took a step closer to his professor. "You are one of the...things I have left to do." He would have hit himself in the forehead at the wording but Dean was grinning and Castiel was embarrassing himself enough. "I meant..." he trailed off.

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SPN/Fallen Angel, Castiel/Lee, when angels cry

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DCU, Barbara/Dinah, "Oh, wow! It took you less than a minute to go from genius girl to geek girl."

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X-Men, Warren/Scott, lazy sunday morning

Like Sunshine

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Scott woke up to a mouthful of feathers. It was something he was still getting used to. Warren was warm and heavy across his chest, so it was an effort to twist away from the wing in his face.
Warren’s wings were white, he knew that much, but through the ruby lenses they always looked faintly pink, like pale flamingo feathers. It made him smirk a little.

Several moves normally reserved for combat later, he had managed to twist both himself and Warren around, settling into a position where he could see more than what he had once believed, in sleep-hazed confusion, to be the world’s largest pigeon-and-kool aid accident. Waking up with Warren had always been an experience.

Warren stirred in that lazy way he did, sliding his hands along Scott’s sides and burying his face in his shoulder.

“Morning,” Scott said. He stared past Warren’s head, out the window to where the sun was just starting to climb in the sky.

“It’s not morning,” Warren said, his lips soft against Scott’s skin. “It is nowhere near morning.”

“The sun’s up,” Scott said. Warren snorted.

“That does not mean it’s morning,” he argued. Scott raised an eyebrow.

“I think it does,” he said. Warren pulled back enough to roll his eyes. He sat up and stretched, and Scott watched his great wings spread open and shudder before Warren folded them neatly against his back.

Warren glanced over his shoulder, studying the sky outside. The look on his face was distinctly unimpressed.

“No,” he said with a shake of his fair head. He settled back on top of Scott. “Not morning.”

Scott smiled in spite of himself, and in spite of the fact that he should have removed Warren from his chest and gotten up to start the day, he found himself settling down against the bed. He stroked a hand down Warren’s left wing, being careful not to ruffle any feathers.

“Is the Worthington definition of morning a different one?” he asked.

“It’s Sunday,” Warren said huffily. “It’s—“ he glanced at the clock – “7:32 in the not-morning. We don’t have anywhere to be. No X-Kids to teach today, no world that hates and fears us to save.”

“We don’t know that,” Scott pointed out.

“I think we can safely assume,” Warren said. He kissed Scott’s shoulder, warm and wet. “Just relax.”

Scott heaved a sigh. “Relaxing sounds like more trouble than it’s worth.”

Warren lifted his head just enough to level him with a glare.

“Only you, Cyke. Only you would call relaxing trouble.”

“Well, I do have an image to maintain,” Scott said, face completely serious. Warren snorted and dropped his head again, laying messy kisses against Scott’s collarbone. Scott’s hand found it’s way into Warren’s hair, carding through golden curls, soft and warm like sunshine.

“Going back to bed won’t ruin your reputation,” Warren said, crossing his arms and laying his head on top of them.

“It might,” Scott said. “You’re not going to let me up, are you.”

“The fearless leader can have a restful morning once in a while,” Warren said flippantly, the tone of voice Scott remembered well from their younger days. The nostalgia made Scott feel heavy, tired, like he wanted nothing more than to lie in bed with Warren all day. Or at least until noon.

“Make it worth my while?” he asked.

Warren only smiled.

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DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, empty promises

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A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Control/Tony Murchison, Tony discovers he likes to crossdress, and Control likes it, too.

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Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Bertie, Bertie grows a set of tentacles.

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Norse Mythology, Thor/Loki, were we ever friends?

[koryou]

Leverage/NCIS: Los Angeles, Eliot Spencer/G Callen, that’s an odd place for you to be

[tigriswolf]

Sorority Boys, Dave/Adam, that was the best year of their lives

[tigriswolf]

Justice League cartoon, Joker/Flash, breaking Batman’s heart

Breaking his Heart [Justice League cartoon, Joker/Flash, breaking Batman’s heart]

[chibifukurou]

There isn’t much that can hurt Batman. It’s a fact that everybody knows but nobody knows as well as the Flash. He thought he’d be able to handle a relationship with the Batman, he’d been wrong.

Despite being a superhero himself he wasn’t able to comprehend Batman’s obsession. He’d come to believe that no one could, not even the other bats.
The only person he’d found that shared Batman’s, Bruce’s, obsession was the Joker. Which is why he’d chosen to use the Joker to get his revenge.

It was simple enough to get the Joker’s attention. For all he tried to act like a high-brow criminal the Joker had a hard time finding good flunkies, particularly flunkies who were willing to have sex with him. Add a coat of clown paint and an air of desperation and Wally West fit the bill perfectly.
Letting Batman catch him in coital bliss with the
Joker would have been a fitting revenge, perhaps even enough to hurt Bruce, but Wally wasn’t going to be that merciful.

While he had the Joker sexually distracted, he used a potent sedative to knock him out, before changing into his Flash costume and carrying him away.

He arrived at Star Labs without a lot of fuss. Every Superhero that worked closely with the League had a contact within Star Labs and he was no different. Well he supposed he was a little different because one of his alliances was actually on the Star Labs payroll.

Doctor Wallace Kent had been working with a group of other scientist to create a cure for some of the more violent criminals who had been involuntarily chemically altered and he’d reached an agreement with the Arkam wardens to make Joker his first subject.

Being caught having sex with Batman’s arch foe might hurt him but destroying Batman’s arch enemy would break his heart.

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NCIS/Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, none, 'psst- your zen is showing' OR 'grasshopper'

[tigriswolf]

A Kid in Aladdin’s Palace, Ali Baba/Calvin, I’ll never forget you

[tigriswolf]

CW RPS, Michael Rosenbaum/Jensen Ackles, finally making a move

[tigriswolf]

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (film), Billy/George, experimentation

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Shelter, Shaun/Zach, author's choice

FILL: Fluff

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He tastes likes the honey, a little sweet, and his smile is soft and adorable. Like sunny sunshine and cuddles and pure joy and happiness. As they kiss, Zach’s scent hit him, an aroma of sugar and musk and it’s intoxicating and makes Shaun’s heart kick against his ribcage.

They giggle, tummies quivering as they share feather light touches and nuzzles, both boys so lost in love they are foolishly giddy. He grabs Shaun and pulls him down onto the bed, they land on a mound of fluffy pillows and he kisses him, a little desperate, needy, but full of fondness and devoted.

When he is nearly breathless, Zach gasps lightly, lips plump and pink, and the kiss has left him a bit shaken as his heart thumps wildly. Shaun kisses him again, softer this time, running a hand over his side, soothing, smoothing. Zach can breathe easier, unable to stop smiling.

He never thought he would get a happily ever after, and yet he did, and if Zach’s love was all he had in this life, well that would be enough until the end of time. Therefore, he can rest his weary heart and relax his mind, ‘cause this man is gonna love him forever, until the end of time.

♥ END ♥

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X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, opposites attract

haven't written x-men in forever, so bear with me?

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

He spends his time denying the fact that maybe he's got a thing for his best friend. It's simply not plausible- he's got Rogue (not to mention he's straight). Plus, John can be such a bastard that really, he's not even worth liking.

- - -

Bobby doesn't know what to tell Rogue when she confronts him about spending so much time with his fiery best friend rather than her.

"Is it me?" she asks cautiously. Bobby feels like such an ass hole, but realizes that maybe it is her. She's beautiful, sweet, wonderful, and Bobby knows he's lucky. But she's not. . . the first adjective that hits his mind is regrettably "fiery" and it's then he knows he's fucked.

"I don't know," he responds quietly, can't bring himself to look her in the eye. She sits there for a moment, waiting for something more and when nothing comes, she leaves.

Bobby wants to kick himself.

- - -

"Haven't seen your girlfriend around much lately," Pyro mentions one day and Bobby tries his hardest not to glare at him and fails quite miserably. It's obvious to anyone that Bobby and Rogue are having problems (if not already broken up). When John sees Bobby glaring at him, he grins and continues, "Trouble in Paradise then?"

"Get bent, would you?"

"Oh? What's this? Bobby, not too friendly? How strange," he chuckles.

"Is this funny to you?" Bobby feels himself bending and about to snap. He doesn't even know how to handle all of it with Rogue and his new confusing feelings about his best friend which have no right to exist in his head or his heart. Feelings that should belong to Rogue. "Because it really isn't to me. It just isn't," Bobby starts stern and ends in a sigh and Pyro looks at him, realizing that something is definitely up.

He doesn't apologize cause that's not how he works. But he does sink down on the mattress next to Bobby and pretends that he's not concerned about the Iceman's well being. "You know that I don't want you to talk about it, right?"

Bobby cracks a small, humored smile. This is why John is his best friend because Bobby knows John cares without him saying anything. Many marvel at how they can be best friends, fire and ice, good and rebellious, but before the differences there is a fondness that they have for one another.

A beat of silence passes before Pyro says, "Forget about her, she wasn't all that great. You couldn't even make out with her. What a useless girlfriend." Bobby gives him a pointed look that isn't exactly angry anymore.

"Plus," John slings an arm around Bobby's shoulders, bringing his lips to his ear, "why do you need Rogue when you've got me?"

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, bullseye