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Saturday: Special Free For All

Hey y'all! Hope you've been enjoying the contest... There's been a lot of great entries, thanks for all the great work guys. :D

And as a reward (and for all you folks that prefer prompting to writing) today is going to be a special Free For All. All fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome today. So shake it up from the ground up, and let's see what you've got!

Just remember to follow the usual rules.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt has been answered you can prompt again.

No spoilers in you prompts until at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in the story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

For the sanity of your volunteer code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts properly. For example:
Sherlock Holmes (2009), Holmes/Watson, you're telling me you never figured it out? after all this time...

White Collar/Alice, Neal Caffrey/Hatter, clever fingers and a strong right hook

And if you're not feeling inspired, you can always peruse our lonely prompts.

Happy writing folks, and let's have a great weekend!


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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
Sherlock Holmes (2009), Holmes/Watson, you're telling me you never figured it out? after all this time...
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
White Collar/Alice, Neal Caffrey/Hatter, clever fingers and a strong right hook
Apr. 3rd, 2010 04:07 pm (UTC)
Neal is not a fighter, but that isn't saying he can't fight. Some folks make that mistake. They see the pretty smile, the sparkling eyes, the gentle manner. They know his clever fingers that leave no lock un-picked, his quick wit that charms both men and women, they might even see the intelligence in those eyes.

But Hatter remembers a time when it was just him and Neal, playing at picking pockets in Central Park, practicing a craft so to speak, and a big man who thought he felt something.

Neal ducked the punch and held up both hands to show he didn't actually take anything, but the man kept coming. Neal would normally run, but he was blocked off, his back to a tree, a family on one side and the big man big enough to block the other plus the front.

Neal nodded slowly, shifted his stance and let him come, ducking his second punch. The man's fist hit the tree and he roared. Neal landed a strong right hook to the man's jaw, ducked under his arm, plucked his wallet and took off at a run, grabbing Hatter by the wrist.

They ran through the trees, nearly all the way to the Rabbit Hole before Neal collapsed, laughing and tossing the wallet at Hatter.

Hatter knelt over him, grinning. "One of these days clever fingers and a strong right hook isn't going to be enough." Hatter rifled through the wallet, emerging with nearly two hundred dollars before he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Neal's lips. "What will you do then?"

Neal grinned and dug his elbows into the ground, pushing him up, chasing Hatter's mouth. "I thought that's why I brought you along."

Hatter raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm going to rescue you?"

"You always do," was Neal's response before he tossed the wallet away and rolled them, pressing Hatter into the ground to steal a kiss, then the two hundred dollars before he was off running, daring Hatter to follow.
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
Doctor Who, Donna & Ten, "You fixed what I couldn't."
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)
Doctor Who, Eleven & Donna, he passes her by without her even knowing it's him
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Firefly, Inara, after she leaves him on Serenity
Apr. 4th, 2010 04:34 am (UTC)
Inara's not sure when being grounded on one world became a curse.
She tries not to think about him. She teaches the girls all kinds of manners and languages and the arts of calligraphy and seduction.
She knows the mother is looking at her with approving eyes, seeing her work and thinking that she's found her replacement. Inara finds that the idea that she had once strived for now fills with her a dread.
She finds herself taking long walks and taking to the skies, looking for a ship to fall out of the clouds and take her away.
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:43 am (UTC)
SPN, Dean/Castiel, He may have lost faith in God but he will never lose faith in Dean
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:44 am (UTC)
SPN, Sam & Dean, You'll always be my brother
Apr. 3rd, 2010 05:30 pm (UTC)
On Topic in a Rambling Sort of Way 1
When he wakes up, Sam finds himself face to face with a complete stranger. The smaller man's blue eyes stare into his with an intensity that makes Sam nervous.

As if perceiving this, the other man stands and takes a step back. "Dean asked me to keep a close eye on you," he defended virtuously.

Sam works his mouth for a minute, because it's dry, he's confused, and he also has to find a way to sound polite with the next question. "That's nice," he decides on. "Who's Dean?"

"Dean Winchester is your brother."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Sorry, buddy, but I don't have a brother. I'm an only child. Always have been, and I always will be," he looked away. "My parents are both dead."

"Condolences," came the deadpan reply that didn't sound at all sorry.

"Yeah, well, you and your friend must have me mixed up with somebody else." Something occurred to Sam: "Er, where is he then? If he wanted you to watch me . . ."

"He is hunting a witch that has hidden itself in the woods outside of town."

"Right," Sam swallowed. "You know, since this all was a big mistake, I'm just going to find my way back to the dorms, and you can go help your buddy with that, ok?"

"You attended Stanford."

Sam was officially creeped out by the guy now, but he couldn't help but consider the crazy man harmless. What self-respecting lunatic walked around in a suit and tie and the . . . the travesty of a trenchcoat. "That's right. How do you know that?"

"Stanford is roughly one-thousand, seventy-two point four miles from our current location," the man informed him instead of answering the question.

Sam gaped. What had he been drinking last night?

He was startled out of that train-of-thought by the loud burst of rock music emanating from the other guy's pocket. "Excuse me a moment," his new acquaintance offered politely, turning to answer his cell phone. Sam could only nod dimly at the man's back.

"Yes, Dean, he is awake . . . No, he appears not to know me either . . . I believe that you should proceed with all haste . . . No, that was not a joke . . . I see . . . Of course I will. Goodbye, Dean."

"Look, man," Sam finally found words. "I really and honestly don't have amnesia if that's what you're thinking. I know what year it is, and who the president is, and what my name is, and I know that I don't have a brother. I just partied a little too hard after the last midterm is all . . . you know what, I don't have to explain this to you. I'm just going to go." Sam rolled and found his feet. There was a split second of dizziness as he made it upright, and the man moved in to catch his arm.

"Regardless, your brother has asked me to stay with you for your own safety."

"I don't have a brother!"

The man was staring at him out of those solemn blue eyes anymore. "Your not-brother has asked me to stay with you for your own safety," he repeated.

"Look, man, I don't need your help."

"Then I will not attempt to assist you," the guy took a step back, releasing Sam's arm. There was a split second where Sam thought he might face-plant into the pavement, and he reached out to catch his companion's sleeve. "Unless you seem to wish it," the man amended, slipping under his arm for support even though Sam had to have four--six--inches and who knew how many pounds on the guy. The corners of the man's mouth turned upwards. "Do not concern yourself; I am stronger than I look."

"So . . . this Dean guy is in charge? Ordering you around like this?" Sam grimaced as walking proved every bit as difficult as standing. "You have to do what he says?"

"Sort of, yes, and no--only when his brother is in peril," Sam's human crutch responded.

They were back to that. Sam gave a mental groan, but didn't push it. "Fine. Your Dean Winchester can have it his way . . . at least until I find a bus station."

"Very well," the man nodded.

"And what should I call you?"

"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord--on . . . vacation at the moment."

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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Christian Kane, "So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left./I know that I can find the fire in your eyes." (Breaking Benjamin, Breath)
Apr. 3rd, 2010 04:42 pm (UTC)
The world is quiet as he stands in the doorway, looking in at the figure on the bed. Chris lies still, maybe sleeping, it's hard to tell in the half light of the hospital room.

Around the head of the bed there are machines and monitors, keeping track of his heart and his breathing. An IV runs dark with blood they're still trying to replenish.

He didn't know the details, only that there was an accident, that Chris had kept two innocent bystanders from getting killed, and probably saved that girl he worked with. He knew that Chris nearly bled out before they could get him into the ER.

He also knew, through no words anyone had spoken, that Chris was going to be okay. He slipped into the room, though visiting hours were long over, and stood beside the bed, his hand covering Christian's.

His eyes fluttered open, blinking before finding Jeff. "Hey." Jeff offered a smile though he knows it's strained.

"Jeff, man...what are you doing?" Chris growled, his voice rough and scratchy.

"I got this phone call that told me that you threw yourself between and exploding car and other people, that you nearly gave you life and you think I'm not on the next plane up here?"

There was affection in those blue eyes, affection and confusion and concern. Jeff shook his head. "No, Chris, I'm done hiding this. I don't care who finds out." He lifted Chris' hand to kiss it and he saw the fire burn in those blue eyes. Jeff chuckled and leaned in to kiss his lips. "And until you're back on your feet, and maybe for a long time after, you belong to me, Son."
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
SG-1, Daniel/Vala, historical fiction
Nov. 15th, 2010 09:21 am (UTC)
At the time, Daniel had thought it was a good idea.

If Earth was going to be Vala's home, she needed to learn its history. But she found his history books— in her own words— incredibly boring.

Then, Daniel had found her some historical fiction and Vala had been hooked.

At least, Daniel thought she was. He'd gotten her a library card and shown her the card catalogue, but he hadn't really noticed what she was reading until he happened to pick up a book she'd left in his office.

He smiled. He should've known Vala would enjoy historical romance.
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:50 am (UTC)
Supernatural; Castiel/Dean; Castiel cannot become aroused, and Dean feels inadequate because of it (AKA: More asexual Cas!)
Apr. 3rd, 2010 02:20 pm (UTC)
Right Through You, Dean/Castiel, R
It's Dean's frustrated sigh that stills Castiel. The angel's expression is quiet and confused underneath him.

"Is there something you want me to do, something I'm not doing?" Dean asks.

"I like this," Castiel says simply.

Dean sighs and pushes back up onto his knees in the shoved-down tangle of the sheets.

"You're not -" Dean stops, frustrated, and eases Castiel's hands away from his skin so he can think straight.

Castiel frowns, like he doesn't understand.

Dean's hand strays down Castiel's stomach, through the hair at his crotch to press down where he's still soft. The delicate vulnerability of him, always.

Castiel presses up into Dean's hand. But Dean thinks that's more a learned reaction than instinct, than any sort of need.


"I've told you before, I am incapable of achieving an erection."

"Yeah, I know, I just figured it would take a while to figure out how to get you revved up. And I know I pretty much just have to look at you and I'm good to go. But I really want..." Dean swallows and tries to think of a good way to describe the fierce, uncomfortable ache his own has become.

"You are very aroused," Castiel says. The low gravel drag of his voice just makes it worse and Dean groans and leans forward, presses their foreheads together. The lure of Castiel bruised red mouth is too much and he's distracted there for a long moment.

"So badly," he murmurs, when he eventually manages to pull away. "But you really don't feel it like that, do you?"

"Not like that," Castiel says honestly. But then it's not like he's ever lied about this.

Dean sits back and Castiel looks quietly upset at the sudden distance between them.

Dean has to take a breath and another. Because asking his brain to think is going to take a second. More than a second. Longer, with Castiel sliding up in the sheets all stretch and flex of skin and muscle.

Dean groans and fists his hands on his thighs.

"I want to make you feel good, Cas," he says. There's a hard edge of something like desperation in his voice.

"I like this," Castiel says again, more firmly.

Dean exhales because it's not exactly fair. It's in no way fair.

"I feel kind of like I'm taking advantage of you. Like I'm using you, and maybe I'm just not getting some sort of important angel thing that will make you -"

"You are very attentive." Castiel's fingers are on his skin again, trying to break his train of thought completely. Or trying to distract him. Always trying to distract him away from this. Which feels pretty damn important to Dean.

He catches them and holds them still. Breathes out roughly.

"Cas, I want you - God - you know I want you. But it's like I'm pressuring you into sex when you're not even getting anything out of it."

Castiel frowns.

"I love you," he says simply. Like that's everything, like there doesn't have to be any explanation but that.

"That doesn't make it easier for me," Dean protests, and it's hard to talk, hard to think when Castiel is moving into him again, drawing him back into him with a hand. Into the warmth of his body and softness of his skin. The flaring heat of his breath shivers under Dean's jaw.

"I like it when you touch me," Castiel tells him. "I like the feel of you inside me. I like the way it makes your body shake, the way it makes your voice go quiet and low. I like the way it makes you feel when I open around you. I enjoy feeling that through you. I enjoying bringing you pleasure."

Dean is pretty much fucking gone, breathing desperation against the edge of Castiel's cheek. Castiel is touching him again, long slender fingers pressing and shifting and pulling in a way that makes Dean's breath fall out rough and broken. He's too close to stop him. Too close to pull him away.

"The fact that you've chosen to share your pleasure with me -" Castiel stops, like he doesn't know how to finish. There's nothing but the steady shift of his hand. Dean makes himself a fucking hypocrite, in the traitorous shove of his hips and the greedy hand he has fisted tight in the angel's hair.

Castiel's breathing words into his skin, that he wants this, that Dean can have this, whenever he wants. Dean opens his mouth against the roughness of Castiel's jaw, makes a low messy sound and comes over his fingers.
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
Sanctuary, Kate/Will, And I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops/How I love to love him from afar
Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
Supernatural; Sam/Gabriel; They're both freaks in their own rights
Apr. 3rd, 2010 12:33 pm (UTC)
Supernatural | SamxGabriel
I hope this is okay. I've never done comment!fic before.

In the end, Sam's just as uncomfortable in his skin as Gabriel is in his.

For Sam, it's remembering what he's done, it's knowing that there's demon blood coursing hot and heavy, instinctual, through his veins. For Gabriel, it's the sense of never belonging. He's not truly angel anymore, but neither is he wholly Trickster.

Sam has no place among the humans he's dwelled with so long. Gabriel gave up his place with his brothers and now he's not even certain in the position he's taken on Earth.

These are the reasons they list in their heads when they come together. Every tightening of a hand, every scrape of teeth, every breath, they know they seek comfort in one another because they're both freaks in their own right. Neither of them belong, but here—here, they can belong to something. To someone.

These are the reasons Sam gives for allowing Gabriel to mark him, to claim him as his own.

These are the reasons Gabriel gives for letting himself lose control and sink his teeth deep into Sam's shoulder as his handprint burns itself into the human's hip.

These are the reasons they belong to one another, as fully and completely as possible, so intertwined that not even fate can rip them apart.

Edited at 2010-04-03 12:35 pm (UTC)
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
Doctor Who/Primeval, Abby & Connor & Jack (Harkness), "Ever met a dinosaur before?" "Yeah. It ate me."
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:58 am (UTC)
Could you do me a favor and leave this again with the title and author of the poem as the prompt? That's too long to be entered as the prompt for the archive. You can go ahead and leave the selection again underneath it, though.
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Apr. 3rd, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Sanctuary, Kate (or Kate/?), Be kind to me, or treat me mean/I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
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