Friday Free for All

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Happy Friday everyone!

You know what friday means! It's free for all day. Any pairing, fandom, any anything.

AU, canon, unusual pairings, crossovers, kinky, straight, het, gen, porn, slash, crackity crack, superheroes, mpreg, angsty-angst, break ups, make ups, ....you name it, it goes here!

Please to be remembering the rules. NO SPOILERS IN THE PROMPT for at least a week after airing/publication. If the fic response contains spoilers, please warn and leave at least 3 to 5 empty lines before starting the fic.

No more than five prompts in a row (give others a chance to prompt too), no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Supernatural, John/Ellen, secrets
RPS, Sam Ferris/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, stop thinking so damn much
SG1/SGA, Daniel/Ronon, pretty when you cry

As always, if nothing here strikes your fancy, head on over to the delicious archives and find you something yummy to chew on.

Have fun y'all.

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Supernatural, John/Ellen, secrets

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RPS, Sam Ferris/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, stop thinking so damn much

[americangrl69.livejournal.com]

Just for future reference that pairing isn't rps it's rph.

RPS = Real Person Slash
RPH = Real Person Het

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The Covenant, Caleb/Tyler, someone to watch over me

Keep Me Safe

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Probably sickeningly fluffy, but... I hope you like?


Pain. It was the last thing he remembered before passing out and the first thing he thought about when he awoke again. Burning, all-consuming pain. Hot knives slicing through his body, peeling away his skin, searching out his centre and carving away at his very essence.

That was before - before his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell to the floor in a crumpled broken mess. Now he was aware of every muscle, every bone and every tendon in his body; they all hurt. It wasn't the fiery brands of before, but the deep throbbing ache was still enough to make him groan weakly.

Blessedly cool hands touched his bare skin, one palm flat along the top of his back, stroking out along his shoulder and down his arm while the other ran through his sweat-damp hair. Murmured reassurances rumbled under his cheek, the sound of a steady heartbeat echoing in his ear, and for the first time since the day started Tyler felt safe. He struggled to open his eyes, hissing when even that hurt, but he persisted until his tired eyes focused on half a chest and a shoulder.

"Welcome back, Baby boy."

Tyler drew in a deep breath, dragging in the sharp, clean scent of Caleb and trying to ignore how the expanding of his lungs made his chest throb painfully. His hand continued to play with the hair at the base of his skull, fingers gently sweeping along the back of his clammy neck. Tyler let out his breath and attempted to speak, but it took a few tries for his voice to work.

"Caleb...?"

He went to move, but firm hands kept him still and Tyler didn't have the energy to fight them off. "I wouldn't," he said gently, "You'll be feeling the effects of the Ascending for a while yet."

Tyler grunted and settled, "I told you not to come."

The answering snort stirred his hair slightly, "I know. As you can see I didn't listen."

He was silent for a while, his annoyance swallowed by his relief. "I'm glad you didn't."

Caleb kissed the top of his head and secured his arms around the youngest. "Sleep, Ty. I'll be here."

Obeying the quiet command wasn't hard - he was already half-way there - and even as he let exhaustion take hold, Tyler's fingers curled into the butter-soft material of Caleb's t-shirt, making sure that the other boy kept his word.

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SG1/SGA, Daniel/Ronon, pretty when you cry

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Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, Amor ordinem nescit - Love does not know order.

Disorder

[entangled-now.livejournal.com]

Sam's almost entirely asleep when he registers the sensation of fingers in his hair, threading through where it's laid across the pillow. Then very carefully drawing some away from his face. It's not so much comforting stroking as a curious exploration. Like someone who's seen his hair from afar and never gotten the chance to examine it.

"Gabriel?" Sam says, voice half muffled but still appropriately warning in tone.

The hand in his hair goes still.

"Hmm."

"If I wake up and I have no hair I'm not going to be happy," Sam tells him without opening his eyes.

Gabriel makes a quiet sound of amusement and after a pause he's moving Sam's hair again, tangling it round his fingers in a way that's almost indulgent.

"I'll try and restrain my artistic impulses," Gabriel sounds far too sensible to be believed.

It occurs to Sam, between one sleepy breath and the next, that he should probably have complained about the touching in general.

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The Covenant, Caleb/Chase, a kiss before dying

[samueljames]

The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon, working on smalltalk.

Small Talk

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"Say something about the weather," Penny says firmly.

Sheldon stares at both her and Leonard, like they might be playing some sort of elaborate joke on him.

"Why?"

"It establishes commonality in a way that's impersonal and non-threatening," Leonard explains from the other chair.

Sheldon turns so that he's facing Penny.

"The temperature and air pressure are appropriate to the season, when taken from an overall mean," he hazards. Which Penny suspects is a Sheldon-appropriate version of 'umm.'

"Yeah, something with less words in it," Penny tells him with a nod.

Sheldon sighs, in a way that says in no uncertain terms that removing words is no way to improve a sentence.

She makes a 'come on,' gesture and he presses his mouth tight and obviously tries to think of a way to make his thoughts smaller.

It looks like it hurts.

"It is not entirely inclement today," he tries, then goes for some sort of expression, though Penny doesn't have the faintest idea what he's trying for there. Though it's less 'escaped mental patient,' than his first attempt so hey, they're getting somewhere.

Penny has no idea what a clement is, or if it's good, it sounds like some sort of citrus fruit, but Leonard smiles at him like that worked so she pulls a face and nods right along with him.

"That was good, now wait for me to say something back, something like-" she waves a hand while she thinks about it "-'it feels warmer than it did yesterday.'"

"Do you have evidence of that? I think you'll find-"

Penny holds up a hand, makes an unhappy noise.

"Sweetie, what did we say about lecturing during small talk?"

"That we don't do it," Sheldon says carefully, and now he looks irritated, like he's failed some sort of important test.

"You don't crush people's sense of self-worth until you know them better," Leonard tells him helpfully.

Penny smacks Sheldon on the knee.

"Try again."

Sheldon's quiet for a handful of seconds, Penny likes to think he's rifling through his collection of words and tossing out all the ones that are wrong.

"Remember, opinions and observations," Leonard offers helpfully.

Sheldon seems to have decided on something, Penny recognises the weird little half smile he gets when he's about to dazzle them with his brain.

"The low pressure seems to indicate a sixty to seventy percent chance of rain."

Penny has to make her impressed face, even Leonard looks surprised. Because for Sheldon that's pretty good.

"Your clothes will be insufficient protection should that occur."

Penny raises an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I think you went somewhere slightly creepy there." Penny tells him.

"Baby steps," Leonard reminds her.

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Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, first time

Demonstrations

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Gabriel's sprawled out on the other side of the table when Sam gets back to his room. He's found beer from somewhere, or made it? Or stole it? Sam's still not entirely sure how that works. When he sits down the angel slides one across the table, air drifting out of the top of the bottle.

"Where's Dean?" he asks, because he hasn't seen him since he took his bags out of the car.

The corner of Gabriel's mouth curls up.

"Let's just say your brother and my brother are taking care of all that post-battle adrenaline."

It takes a Sam a second to get that.

Oh.

"Really?"

Gabriel nods.

"That's kind of weird," Sam decides, though he's not quite sure if he means the angel part or the guy part. Or maybe a little of both. "Though considering all the ridiculous eye-fucking they've been doing, I probably shouldn't be surprised."

"It's been a little like watching continental drift-" Gabriel makes a gesture to go along with the words "-on a very small scale, slow but inevitable."

"I really hope he knows what he's doing," Sam mumbles into his bottle.

"It'll be good," Gabriel says with a hint of amusement. "It'll be the best your brother's ever had."

Sam doesn't believe it for a minute.

Not that he really wants to picture Dean having sex with anyone.

Or Castiel for that matter.

But he's fairly sure it will be full of awkward declarations of love and Castiel not getting it. Because Dean's had a lot, and that's a really, truly shameless amount of sex. Castiel is an angel, all head-tilty bewilderment, marble stillness and serious voice. Besides, Sam's been into battle with him and he doesn't feel like people do.

"Dean's had a lot," he says dubiously.

Gabriel's tongue slides into his cheek.

"Not like this."

"Seriously, he's an angel," Sam points out.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow as if to enquire what exactly Sam thinks he is.

"It's not exactly going to be-" Sam tries to think of a way to end that sentence, but the only one that springs to mind and stays there is 'dirty.'

Gabriel cuts him a look that's completely unreadable, then he reaches over and very carefully lays two fingers against the back of Sam's hand.

Sam's blindsided by pleasure so sharp it's almost razor-edged, it doesn't stop but rolls, swells like a wave and digs through every inch of his skin to tighten the muscle below. It's smooth and hot and he's choking on it, hands fisted in his own jeans while the breath shivers out of him on a whine. He's half-suffocating under that dizzy intense rush of blood that's too much and he's gone, all the way gone, shuddering on a wet, messy curl of a high that leaves his eyes rolling.

Gabriel very slowly slides his hand away.

Sam whimpers unattractively into the table, groans dizzy disgust and embarrassment at the fact he's now sticky and hypersensitive.

He has half a dozen curses on his tongue, but he just doesn't have the breath to use any of them.

Gabriel leans over and steals his beer, drains half of it in one go, before relaxing back against the wall.

"It'll be good," he says firmly.

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Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, good night

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"He sleeps better when you're around," Sam mumbles, recognizing the shape seated at the foot of Dean's bed. "Even though he tells you to stop hovering when he sleeps."

"I am not hovering," Castiel feels the need to point out.

Sam smiles into his pillow. "You know what I mean." They lapse back into silence and Sam stares at Castiel in the dim light of the room until his vision blurs.

"You also sleep better when I am here," Castiel says quietly.

From where he is Sam can see Dean's face, pressed between the pillow and mattress. Fairly certain that his brother is truly not awake, Sam replies, "You always see tv moms telling their kids that they don't have to worry about monsters at night because angels watch over them." Sam moved into a more comfortable position, "Always thought that'd be nice if it were true."

Castiel's head tips forward slightly, and the shadows across his features deepen. "Some angels are guardians in that manner."

"But most of you just watch, right?" Sam tries not to feel disappointed, even though he's known the answer for some time now.

Dean makes a sound in his sleep and twists on the bed. He goes still again when Castiel looks over at him. "I promise you, Sam Winchester," the angel's deep voice says softly, "No harm will come to you while you sleep, so long as I watch over you."

Sam hazily thinks of dreams and the visitors he has there and then thinks of how Dean relaxes under Castiel's gaze. "Thanks, Cas," he says, though he doesn't feel much better about it. Castiel is an angel, but the devil's the devil.

There is a pause before Castiel tells him, "More often than not, angels watch over those who do not have mothers to tell them we are there."

Sam almost falls asleep before he responds lazily, and a little too late "Wassat mean?"

"Good night, Sam Winchester," Castiel says without answering, and Sam nods off before he can press further.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel or Gabriel/Sam, when an angel takes a mate.

Part One

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The whole thing began about three months after Dean and Castiel started fucking.

Well, it wasn’t just fucking, but Dean chose to call it that in his head so he could avoid thinking about the fact that he was sorta in love with a fucking angel of the Lord.

Anyway, whatever he called their relationship, it was pretty normal for those three months. Or as normal as possible when one partner had the ability to appear out of nowhere when he wanted to get laid and had trouble keeping his wings fully sheathed when he came. Castiel had been among humans long enough to realize when it was a good time for sex though and once they’d gotten over the weird transition from kinda friends to definitely lovers, it was easy enough to maneuver finding privacy and not letting Sam become the third wheel.

All in all, Dean was pretty damned happy with the arrangement. Regular sex with a partner he actually knew and didn’t make him feel dumb for sometimes wanting to just lie together without the actual sex part. Who quietly accepted Dean’s whispered endearments with a soft smile and returned them with such a serious expression that Dean really believed him.

Then it all got a little weird.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. Just that after they’d had sex one night and Dean was drowsing lazily, he felt Castiel’s gaze heavy on his face.

“What?”

He dragged his eyes open and startled at the heated look in Castiel’s eyes.

“Dude, are you ok?”

“I’d like to do that again,” Castiel said, voice slightly strangled.

“Um…we just got done,” Dean said.

“I’m ready again,” Castiel assured him. A glance down confirmed this statement and yeah, Dean was tired and it was weird, but also hot that Castiel wanted him again already, so he thought why not?

When Cas was ready again a second time, Dean told him to shove off. Which he did, disappearing in a flutter of wings, presumably to take care of things himself somewhere. Dean just rolled his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, Castiel apologized for leaving and life went on.

Except the whole two and three times a night thing kept happening. On the one hand, Dean was absolutely in favor of more sex. But on the other, his ass hurt. When he told Castiel this, Cas accepted it with good grace and told Dean they could relax for the night. But the way he kept looking at Dean, his gaze hot and possessive and the way he kept shifting in discomfort bothered Dean. It was almost like…well, it was like Castiel was in pain. Like his desire for Dean was actually hurting him and that wouldn’t do.

“Just come on,” Dean said finally. He’d barely gotten the words out before Cas was on him, fingers tearing at the buttons of his shirt.

Even that didn’t really alarm Dean.

It was the whole ordeal at the laundry mat.

Sam and Dean were doing their normal bi-weekly laundry duty when Castiel exploded into the room with absolutely no finesse. A bunch of papers tacked to a community notice board rained down on the ground and the hair was lifted off the brothers’ foreheads. If anyone else had been in the room, they’d have noticed the entrance for sure and that wasn’t like Castiel.

“Cas?” Dean asked in concern. Especially when he saw the strange almost crazed look in Castiel’s eyes. Cas stalked forward, zeroed in on Dean as if he were the only thing in Castiel’s existence.

“Are you ok?” he spluttered, a little afraid, but also turned on by that powerful focus.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, voice little more than a wrecked growl. Dean heard Sam say something, probably a protest, but Dean ignored him. He grabbed Castiel’s hand because he got the message in what Castiel couldn’t say. For some reason, Cas needed him and needed him now. He was barely holding on and Dean didn’t want to see what happened if Castiel didn’t get what he needed as soon as possible.

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Good Omen, Aziraphale/Crowley, Don't fall for me.

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Early mornings are his favourite part of the day. He wakes up so early that it's crazy and goes to Aziraphale's bedroom. He usually manages to catch him asleep, goes inside and sits at the edge of an old chair, situated between the bed and the window. That way he can watch interchangeably the angel's peaceful face and the moment when then the dawn is breaking.

He doesn't enter when he hears Aziraphale is awake.

Instead, he sits under his door (it is actually as stupid as it sounds) and tries to guess from the little noises what is going on inside. The sound of the pages being turned by the delicate fingers is the most beautiful song to his ears.

And when later he asks Aziraphale - his so utterly oblivious Aziraphale - if he wants some coffee (although he already knows the answer), he chants repeatedly in his mind Don't fall for me, don't fall for me.

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Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, "I don't know why, I just do."

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The first time Castiel kisses him, Sam’s angry. Actually, really fucking pissed off is a better way to put it. He’s got Castiel pinned against the wall of the motel room he and Dean have been in for going on a week and driving each other up the wall, the final straw being when Dean had glued Sam’s boots to the wall. Sam retaliated by cutting the ass and crotch out of all his jeans while he was in the shower. Subsequently, Dean had to go out wearing a pair of Sam’s jeans and Sam had felt a smug sense of self-satisfaction to see Dean tripping his way to the car.

Then Castiel had called, asking Sam where they were at and had shown up not two seconds later with the phone still held to his ear. “I am here, goodbye,” Castiel had said and flipped the phone closed while Sam nodded his head.

They’d sat together, making stilted conversation for a half hour until, for some reason Sam’s still not sure of, the fact he started the apocalypse came up and the next thing he knew Castiel was glowering at him over the table and Sam desperately wanted to rip his face off. Old wounds are slow to heal and Sam’s haven’t even had a chance to scab over because everyone is continually digging their fingers in and twisting them around. Sam thinks he’s heading for a breakdown and that’s just yippee-skippy fine and dandy, he thinks. At least then his mind will be too goddamned blown for him to give much of a shit when the world blows up and everyone’s pointing their accusing fingers at him.

Sam thinks sometimes that he should just pull the fucking trigger and be done with it. If it wasn’t for a promise to bring him back if he did then it would’ve already been done. He knows it’s the coward’s way out, but he’s sort of at the end of his rope and can’t think past much else aside from ending himself.

So the argument ends up with Sam lunging at Castiel, not thinking about how the angel can crush him with his pinky most likely if he so chooses. He’s only thinking how he wants Castiel to stop. What he doesn’t hear is how he’s saying it over and over in a rasping, tight whisper and he doesn’t feel the hot tears leaking out of his eyes and chasing the tails of their brothers down his cheeks.

He doesn’t see the way Castiel’s expression softens and his eyes take on a different look, one that is searching and apologetic. One that is wanting and Sam doesn’t see how that new feeling leaves a new expression—surprise—on Castiel’s face.

Sam does notice when Castiel’s smooth, cool lips press against his and he tastes the apple mint flavor of them before he kisses him back and tastes his own tears in their mouths and feels Castiel’s fingertips on his cheek slipping slightly in them. When they finally break apart, Sam stumbles back half a step, a step, two, until his knees hit the end of the bed Dean’s been sleeping in and he sits with a bounce-squeak.

“Why did you do that?” Sam asks as he continues to stare at Castiel until his eyes burn faintly from more than the saline of his tears.

“I don’t know,” Castiel says, head cocked curiously to the side. “Suddenly I found myself… wanting… to.” He folds his hands in front of himself and looks around the room, licking his lips and looking strangely awkward and nervous while Sam continues to gawp at him. “I… I think I would like to do it again, too.”

“You…,” Sam trails off and finally huffs out a breath then looks down at the carpet between his feet. “Why?” Sam repeats and jerks his head up again when he sees Castiel’s dusty shoes appear in his line of sight.

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Garrow's Law, Garrow/Silvester, drinks after work

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Supernatural, Castiel, is love alive

[calembours.livejournal.com]

Castiel is looking for God, drifting through all the places of the world in an emptied body with an amulet cold in his hand. Everywhere seems dark and lonely with subconscious awareness of the holy battle; bars and churches become suddenly crowded whenever an angel dies. The aftershock of the death brushes against any souls nearby.

He's gone, you know, the angels tell Castiel when the fight each other, right before he ends their existence, He's abandoned Earth, and soon so shall we.

God is love, and faith and creation. God created humanity in His own image.

Castiel looks closely upon humanity, who gather together in dark times, and express things they would not have otherwise be let known. He passes by churches decorated with white tulle bows, unions of love and devotion. He is cut off from heaven, but Castiel is an Angel of Thursday and he hears the prayers that are directed his way. People are dying, yes, every day, but people are being born.

Love, faith and creation, alive in the image of God.

I will find Him. Castiel says, then prays, and then searches again.

________

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Star Trek XI, ensemble (Kirk, Spock, Bones, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, & Uhura), spending the holidays on the Enterprise

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Bones & ex-wife, the Enterprise crew has shore leave on Earth and Bones runs into the last person he ever wanted to see (bonus points if other crew members are present)

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Filled: Star Trek XI, Bones & ex-wife, the Enterprise crew has shore leave on Earth and Bones runs into the last person he ever wanted to see (bonus points if other crew members are present)

McCoy chuckled and waved at Jim and Spock. "I promised to meet him at the coffee shop across the street. So go get your book Jim, and meet us at that restaurant down the street."

"You got it Bones. Think me and Spock got time to fool around before you guys get there?" Jim gave Spock a blatant leer, which colored his bondmate's cheeks green.

"No, you pervert." Giving an eye roll, Leonard waved at them and turned, and bumped straight into the absolute last person he wanted to see.

Jocelyn, his ex. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk in San Fransisco, the one place she swore she'd rather be dead than be. Leonard almost groaned.

"Hello, Jocelyn. Fancy seeing you here." He slowly started to back away, hoping to leave before she started screaming at him for so imaginary problem he caused. Though he did feel a little less anxious when he noticed Jim and Spock come to stand at his back.

But as soon as his ex opened her mouth, Bones knew he wasn't getting away without a scene. "I don't want you seeing Joanna while you're here and I don't care what lawyer you got to say otherwise."

"I'm allowed!" He really didn't have time for this. "She's my daughter and I still have visitation rights."

Jocelyn was really about to gear up, if the outraged look on her face was anything to go by. "Now look here..."

She never finished her sentence. For a moment, Leonard didn't know what had shut her up and then he felt inhuman heat right behind him, much closer than Spock would ever stand. He knew who the cool tenor belonged to as the man addressed him. "Sa-telsu, do you need assistance?"

"No darlin'. This is Jocelyn, my ex-wife." Making a half turn and taking a step back, he looked at his ex-wife. "Jocelyn, this is former Vulcan Ambassador Sarek, my husband and bondmate. He's currently head of the diplomatic corps on the Enterprise." As much as he wanted to enjoy her gaping like a fish, he and Sarek had things to do, so he hurried on to say, "We'll be coming to take Joanna in two days to stay with us for a week. Make sure she's ready, because I would hate to file a complaint."

Jocelyn glanced at Sarek then nodded mutely. Walking away, Bones took Sarek's hand and smiled.

Wow. Seems kinda choppy, but this is what came out. Hope you like it!

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DCU, Dick/Barbara/Dinah, WoW

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White Collar, Neal/Eli/Peter, domestic life

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It's taken a while to get to this point, but the beginning leading up to this is only hazy memories.

Peter offers suggestions as to how much champagne should make up the champagne-vinaigrette; Neal ignores him as Elizabeth's laugh floats around the kitchen. She dances between the two men on her way to the refrigerator, running a hand down her husband's arm as she puts the strawberries back on the shelf. The woman wraps an arm around Neal's waist briefly in a half-hug before pulling away and heading back to the cutting board with the goat cheese.

The FBI agent and consultant work in tandem to set the table, lighting candles and pouring the wine that Neal picked up that morning for the occasion. Elizabeth takes both their hands, one in each of hers, and feels the smile break across her face.

She never would have thought the three of them could reach this point: a six-month anniversary to celebrate the ménage à trois that she knows will last a lifetime.

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DCU, Jason/Tim/Kon, strip poker

Jason/Tim/Kon: Strip Poker

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“C’mon, baby bird, you lost that hand. Off with something already,” Jason teased, comfortable lounging, having only lost his leather jacket.

“Yeah, Tim, gotta play by the rules,” Kon chipped in, just short his boots and t-shirt.

Tim scowled as stripped off his pants. He ignored Jason and Kon’s whistles and cat call as he did so before sitting back down, just in briefs. He fought off shiver, and it wasn’t because the room was cold. No, Jason and Kon were staring. Well, Kon was outright staring, but Jason was being a Bat about it, but Tim knew Jason’s eyes were sizing him up too.

“I swear Jason’s rigged this game,” Tim grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yah-huh,” Kon agreed absentmindedly, eyes a little glazed over then Jason elbows him. “I mean, no! Why would he do that?”

Jason just smacked his hand to his forehead as Tim turned to glare at him. “Jason...” he said suspiciously.

“Yeah, I rigged the game, but at the boyscout over there’s request,” Jason admitted, thumbing towards Kon. “He wanted you naked, not me.”

Kon flushed when Tim’s glare turned to him. “Hey! We were in this together! ...I mean...” he trailed off. “Jason wanted to see you naked too!”

Tim wasn’t sure who to glare at now, so he just settled for getting up to grab his pants. Before he could, Kon was in front of him. He turned around, and Jason was behind him. Tim was not liking this set up at all.

“Aww, baby bird, you’re already practically naked. Might as well have some fun with it,” Jason whispered seductively into his ear.

“We’ll make up for tricking you, promise,” Kon said sincerely.

Tim glanced between the two guys he was sandwich between and gave up on escaping.

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Supernatural, John/Mary, first meeting

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DCU, Batclan, a basketball game

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Weiss Kreuz, Nagi > Omi, Ken/Omi, Nagi hates Ken for more than just killing the nurse.

Short fill, as mine always are

[prototypical]

If asked, Nagi will say that he hates Ken for killing Sister Amamiya and making him go to be with Schwarz in the first place. He wouldn't be lying, but it wouldn't be completely honest either. He's seen how close Ken and Omi are and it twists his stomach every time he notices it. Nagi tries to ignore that jealousy or even give a name to it; naming a feeling makes it stronger and real. But whenever he sees them together, laughing, holding hands, or kissing, he wishes he could be in Ken's place. Omi doesn't deserve him. A Takatori deserves better than Weiss. All it would take to kill Ken is one simple action on Nagi's part, but the death would ruin Omi even more than Ouka's did and Nagi can't stand to see him cry or look like his world is about to end.

One day, Ken won't be by his side anymore and Nagi will have his chance to move in and claim what he wants. He's not sure how long it will take, but he can be patient and say this is all part of his plan for revenge on Ken. Crawford looks at him while he thinks these things over and mutters "wait a few years". Nagi raises an eyebrow, but takes note of the words. It would be foolish to ignore or question an oracle.

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How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, the breakup was a ruse so they could get out of being forced to double-date and do coupley things with Marshall and Lily. (And Don is gay, so Robin is his – and Robin’s cover)

Incidentally, her name is Jenny

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RPS, Jared/Jensen, I have a girlfriend in Canada

Re: Incidentally, her name is Jenny

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no fic, but I heartily approve of this prompt.

(Avenue Q *ROCKS*)

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Merlin, Arthur/Gwen, "Kiss me out of the bearded barley/Nightly, beside the green, green grass/Swing, swing, swing the spinning step/You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress." (Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer)