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comment_ficToday's theme is a little more complicated than what I've posted so far, but I'm sure it'll be just as fun. Whedon and Friends. Prompt using any Whedon fandom, any crossover with a Whedon fandom, or--here's something new--any fandom, but instead of using characters from that, you use characters for a Whedon fandom.
Please remember not to leave more than five prompts in a row and no more than three per fandom per prompter. You are, of course allowed to come back later and add more once yours have been answered.
If either the prompt or the fic contains spoilers please mark it clearly and leave at least three spaces before the prompt/fic.
Don't forget to format your prompts correctly, for example:
Firefly, Simon/Inara, ritual
Chuck/Dr. Horrible, Chuck/Penny, fix my phone and save my life
Firefly/House, Simon and River, having a drink at Sharie's after work
If you can't find the perfect prompt for you here, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts! There are loads of wonderful prompts just begging to be written!
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Date: 2009-10-07 12:21 pm (UTC)Fic: Complex, Harry Potter Slayer!AU, Harry/Draco with Hermione + Remus, PG-13
Date: 2010-04-11 06:02 am (UTC)Posted here (http://nevcolleil.livejournal.com/242156.html) because it was too long to put in a comment.
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Date: 2009-10-07 12:22 pm (UTC)Angel, Angel/Wesley, finding comfort after Fred's death
Date: 2009-10-07 09:37 pm (UTC)Angel did the only thing he could think to do. He held Wesley. "I know, Wesley, I know." Angel thought about the skinny scared girl who refused to leave her room at the Hyperion for weeks at a time and then he thought about the same girl bravely facing her own death. He tried to hold back the sob but Wesley was breaking in his arms and he broke with him.
There was a hole in the world that Angel feared could never be mended.
Re: Angel, Angel/Wesley, finding comfort after Fred's death
From:The Awesome and His Stalking Admirer, Dean/Castiel, PG-13
Date: 2010-03-31 03:36 pm (UTC)Dean twirled the stake in his hand, whipping it and out of its belt holster as he paced the grave of one late Mister Gordon Walker.
“Not really.”
Castiel was the man who claimed to be Dean’s 'Watcher' – which just sounded like a politer term for stalking admirer – sent by ‘the Council’ to guide Dean on his quest to becoming the best slayer he could be and challenging any hardships that came his way.
Which, apparently, meant coming to terms with the fact that he was not a woman, because Castiel couldn’t move past that.
“Every generation a slayer is born. She will –“
Dean cut him off and pointed with the stake’s sharp end. “Don’t be sexist, dude. There’s no law in Heaven or Earth that says women gotta have it all.”
Castiel stared at him as though he’d spoken in a foreign tongue.
Dean shrugged broadly and tossed the stake to his other hand. “Maybe I’m just awesome? Maybe your court of aged poms got it wrong? I mean, it’s not like I woke up one day and was just… better. This is sort of a family business. It’s what I do.”
Castiel searched the younger man’s face carefully. “That’s convenient. But a Slayer fell and a new one was called. I was called... to you.”
Castiel's eyes narrowed, they were intensely blue. Dean looked away, resisting their weight.
“How many vampires are rising in this cemetery tonight?”
“Three,” Dean immediately answered and stopped, visibly surprised at himself.
“You can sense them, can’t you?”
Dean felt the shiver in the ground as the soil at Mister Walker’s grave shifted.
“… I did my research.”
Eyes on Castiel, Dean hurled the stake down at the headstone and the late Mister Walker startled when it struck him in the chest, still waist deep in Earth. His vampire’s face, contorted by the demon, eased into relief before he collapsed into a cloud of dust. Dean bent to swipe up his stake from the disturbed Earth. He waved it against Castiel’s penetrating stare that read suspiciously smugly, like Dean had just proven Castiel’s point for him.
“That,” Dean gestured insistently at Walker’s head stone, “That was training.”
Castiel paused and curtly nodded at the head stone as well.
“Kick it, as hard as you can.”
Dean’s face twisted in confusion. “What?”
“Go ahead. Kick it.”
Dean regarded the marble epitaph, five inches thick, and figured, what the hell?
He whirled, his boot lashed out with well-practiced aim and the headstone was virtually pulverised.
Dean reeled to Castiel in shock and he barely reacted in time to catch the heavy lead pipe thrown at his head.
“Bend that.”
Dean could barely close his fingers around it. Kicking in stones was one thing, there could have been a vein that weakened the entire structure, but this pipe was thick and Castiel was being ridiculous.
“C’mon, there’s no way I could –“
“Push the two ends together.”
Dean’s palms were sweating. For some reason he was vaguely terrified and he really didn’t want to find out if there was a possibility Castiel was right. Because…
What the hell was a slayer, again?
Dean pushed out a long breath and flexed his strength on the pipe. It bowed almost immediately and he dropped it, cursing, as though he had been burned.
“Son of a bitch.”
Dean rubbed his forehead, paused and glanced down at the pipe. He shut his eyes against the sight and shook his head, rubbing his hands against his face as his head tried to deny, deny, deny.
“I think you are the Slayer, Dean. You’re attuned to the vampire’s energy --"
"I hunt more than just vampires, you know!"
"-- Your strength is far beyond any regular human’s—“
Castiel jumped when Dean’s fist slammed into the trunk he leaned against. The wood cracked impressively and Castiel brushed the powder and wood chips from his face, but the tree did not lean or creak.
Dean stared at the significant wound he’d inflicted on the tree with his bare hand, he could feel sap on his knuckles when he pulled back. A few seconds after that he felt that cell-splitting agony that shot up his wrist to his shoulder and he doubled over with a grimace.
“Fu-uu-uu-uck,” Dean snarled and hugged his throbbing hand to his stomach.
Castiel sighed. “But the Slayer is not invincible. I can see we have a long road ahead of us.”
Re: The Awesome and His Stalking Admirer, Dean/Castiel, PG-13
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From:Re: The Awesome and His Stalking Admirer, Dean/Castiel, PG-13
From:Re: The Awesome and His Stalking Admirer, Dean/Castiel, PG-13
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Date: 2009-10-07 01:10 pm (UTC)(Note: Wedon partly wrote the script; it totally counts ;p)
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Date: 2009-10-08 04:18 pm (UTC)Still OT
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Date: 2009-10-07 01:28 pm (UTC)Re: Give Up Your Day Job
From:Re: Give Up Your Day Job
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Date: 2009-10-07 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-07 02:03 pm (UTC)Roll Over, Red Rover, Billy/River, PG-13
Date: 2010-04-02 09:22 am (UTC)Sometimes, late at night, she sees Billy thinking about Mal and he tries to hide the soft grimace. A different vision of Billy shutters over her eyes: Billy with thick gloves, goggles on his head and a strange jacket that falls past his knees.
“Red,” River murmurs when it happens again and Billy startles to find her standing by his bunk.
But the tightness eases in his face, the lines softening and he reaches for her with a smile. She steps into his arms and sinks down to his lap. She nuzzles his forehead with a smile and his sigh is a soft rush against her neck. This is familiar now, this is warm and safe, but the image of that other Billy is still flickering behind her eyes.
“What?” Billy’s voice is quiet, he sounds tired.
“Red all over. Roll over… roll over,” River sings and her fingers step their way up the imaginary neckline of that jacket. Billy’s face is careful when she meets his eye. “Horrible.”
Billy pales and his fear hits her like a cold slap. She knows he forgets the things she can learn without even needing to see. Like that Billy is much, much older than he says.
“It… it doesn’t mean what you think,” Billy says and she can feel the heat of his palms through the clothes on her back. His face twists in pain and she makes a noise of sympathy, stroking fingers down the lines of his face to smooth them away.
“It’s okay,” River sooths, “She forgives you.”
Billy sputters in surprise and searches her face. River closes her eyes when he kisses her, sad and grateful, and the vision of that other Billy fades away.
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Date: 2009-10-07 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-07 02:05 pm (UTC)The Grocer Job, Team Leverage and Team Firefly, PG
Date: 2010-04-02 05:44 am (UTC)“Smooth sailing should bear us right down on her in fifteen….”
Mal paused at the bridge’s exit when River trailed off. When he looked back at the pilot’s chair, River was tracing shapes on one of the viewscreens and he did not like the bright and curious wonder on her face.
“River…. ?”
River smiled back at him and that was honest-to-God excitement there. “We’ve got friends!”
Mal took the two long strides back to her station and glanced at the radar scan of the approaching space. There were two large objects occupying the coordinates where they had only expected the one.
Another gorram ship had beaten them to the merchandise.
“Suit up,” Mal ordered, ignoring River’s exclaim of glee as she punched the ship into auto-pilot and jumped from her chair. Based on River’s reaction to her discovery, they were unlikely to be Reavers, but he’d feel better with her flanking his side, anyway.
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“Nate, I consider it in our mutual interest to tell y’all that we got company bearin’ down.”
Captain Nathan Ford of the private ship Leverage motioned for his first mate Eliot to continue wheeling the cargo down the ramp.
“What’s their ETA, Hardison?”
“… Well, Captain, they’re trying to park on me.”
Eliot and Nate glanced at each other in alarm, but Eliot’s face was mostly fury.
“Damn it, Hardison, give the heads up before our ass is in the can!”
Nate frowned. “Alliance?”
“No.” Hardison’s relief echoed for all of them.
Parker, Nate’s infiltration specialist, charged past them riding a tower of crates on its wheels. She spread her hands expectantly and jerked her head for them to follow.
“This stuff has a shelf life and it’s worth a fortune, so hurry up!”
“Parker,” The familiar notes of calm drifted through the earpiece from their grifter, Sophie. “Tara’s buying us time on the intercom, but I don’t think it’s taking. The man on the other ship only wants to show her his shotgun, he’s an absolute Neanderthal.”
“Steal faster!” Parker encouraged as she ran past her crewmates for the next crate.
“Last one,” Nate ordered as Parker raced Eliot back to the cargo bay, both pushing crates ahead of them. “We’re leaving.”
Parker’s face twisted in disappointment. “Oh, but just –“
“No, Parker.”
Five minutes later Captain Mal Reynolds, River and Zoe stalked into the same holding bay to find five crates of fresh apples, pears and strawberries stacked against the far wall.
“Clear,” River announced and returned to Mal’s side.
“Huh,” Mal lowered his gun, regarding the crates. He was quiet as he considered their options and Zoe raised her eyebrows like she knew what was coming. “How much would we get on the market for just five crates?”
“It’d still be handsome,” Zoe said, “But not a shine to the original estimate we would’ve had for the entire cargo.”
Mal smirked. “Almost not worth the bother, is what you’re trying to say?”
“Sell three of the five on an individual basis. Higher sale value. We keep the rest for pie,” River said.
They both stared at her.
“Pie?” Zoe echoed, wryly.
River looked between them earnestly. “Kaylee likes it.”
“Pie.” Mal’s face split with a grin and Zoe just rolled her eyes.
Re: The Grocer Job, Team Leverage and Team Firefly, PG
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Date: 2009-10-07 02:06 pm (UTC)A Horrible Coincidence, Dean/Billy, PG-13
Date: 2010-04-02 04:39 am (UTC)“Billy, put down the ray gun.”
He hadn’t seen this fool in almost two years since they’d caught him trying to steal chemicals from a morgue. The guy, who’d introduced himself as ‘Doctor Horrible’ until Sam pressed him into the embarrassed admission of ‘Billy’, was given a smack upside the head and shoved on his way.
The man in the red jacket narrowed his eyes under the thick, black goggles resting on his brow.
“It’s ‘Doctor Horrible’. I’ve met you, haven’t I?”
There was something different in Billy’s eyes and the way they searched Dean’s face, slowly, careful. Two years ago the man had been skittish, playful, but wary. Dean recognised change when he saw it.
“What happened to you?” Dean asked, fingers curling tightly around the shotgun’s hilt.
Billy smiled emptily. He looked down at his jacket, his mouth shrugged. “I got some red on me.”
Ah, damn. Poor guy.
Dean sighed, because Billy was not making any motion to move away from the warehouse entrance to the demon’s lair.
“Are you a friend or foe to the Evil League of Evil?” Billy asked, but with a title like that, Dean didn’t think there was any way he could know what he was really involved in.
“Get out of the way, Billy.”
“No, I think you need to come with me, actually.”
The shotgun snapped up and Dean cocked it swiftly. “Get out of the way, Billy.”
Billy glared, unmoved, and Dean ground his jaw.
In the adjoining carpark, a semi-trailer rolled by and blew its horn.
Dean saw Billy’s gloved hand move on the trigger of the ray gun.
They both fired.
Re: A Horrible Coincidence, Dean/Billy, PG-13
From:Re: A Horrible Coincidence, Dean/Billy, PG-13
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Date: 2009-10-07 02:07 pm (UTC)No fic, but...
Date: 2009-10-07 05:44 pm (UTC)