Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Any, any, The Birth of Venus (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0b/Sandro_Botticelli_-_La_nascita_di_Venere_-_Google_Art_Project_-_edited.jpg) by Botticelli

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NCIS, ensemble, NASA AU – they’re the first manned team to Venus

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Any, any/any, “Venus in Blue Jeans” (Jimmy Clanton)

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Prodigal Son, Jessica Whitley, Venus in Furs

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MCU, any, "A goddess on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name" (Shocking Blue

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Any, any, Venus envy

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Colors of the day faded, sunny bright golden rays’ shimmer on the horizon. The moon peeks out from the coming darkness as the Beast gently pulls Casey into his embrace and hugs her, pressing a dearly tender kiss to her rosy cheeks. Love has bright color that shines in her heart, she loves his wild gazes that glows like a rainbow, her heart thumping wildly as he gives her many devoted kisses.

Drenched in shimmering moonlight, the Beast is entranced by the beauty before him; his lover and best friend, Casey, the reason his heart is always set aflutter, cuddles closer to him and she smells heavenly like lavender and honeysuckle.

One look at the Beauty makes the Beast’s his heart skip a beat. He growls playfully and hugs her to his chest, embraces her in pure devoted love. Casey smiles like the sunny sun as her heart is filled with happiness and love. She kisses him sweetly, he may be a savage, wild Beast, yet his tenderness is pure when he lovingly kisses her pink lips.

Casey tries to regulate her breathing as her heart dance with joy; her cheeks flush rosy red as the Beast presses kisses upon kisses to her lips, his arms hugging her in a teddy-bear embrace. Casey’s fingertips brush lightly across his warm, sun kissed skin and he nearly purr.

Their love is kind. Their love is sweet. Their love is now, always and forever.

♥ END ♥

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I don't know the fandom, but they're very tender together. Thanks for the fill!

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It was Friday night and the bar was packed. Luckily for Rodney, he’d come early enough to snag a stool. He was on his second beer and had fended off an overture of interest from a skinny guy with overly styled hair, when a hottie walked through the door.

Tall and lean, black jeans that looked painted on, cowlicks sticking up in a haphazard way that should’ve looked childish and instead came off rakish. He was out of Rodney’s league, no question, but that didn’t stop Rodney from trying to look loose and relaxed and like he hadn’t noticed the guy at all.

“Black and Tan in a bottle,” the guy said, squeezing between Rodney and the guy sitting next to him. His bony hip was pressed against Rodney.

When the guy had the beer in hand, and had taken a long swallow, he looked over at Rodney.

“Hey.”

Rodney just nodded. The guy was even hotter up close, and he smelled really good. Move, move, move, Rodney thought at the guy on the next stool. It didn’t work. But then something was happening on the other side and the hot guy moved around behind Rodney to take up the newly vacated seat.

“You know that old saying?” the guy asked, while Rodney was doing his best to seem nonchalant. “How women are from Venus and men are from Mars? Well, your ass is out of this definitely out of this world.”

Rodney stared at him, his mouth hanging open. “That’s your opening line? Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s good.”

“It’s terrible! That’s the worst pick-up line I ever heard!”

“I supposed you could do better.”

Rodney’s eyes narrowed at the challenge. “If you were a Transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine.”

That surprised a classic hee-haw laugh out of John, and Rodney couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re such a nerd, McKay.”

“You’re the one who laughed,” Rodney pointed out.

John leaned closer, his voice low and sexy. “Did you invent the plane? Because you’re Wright for me.”

“So incredibly lame. Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.”

“Lame yourself,” John said, but he had a pretty big grin on his face. He leaned in and gave Rodney a kiss.

“Can we cross this one off the list? Consider me well and truly picked up.”

John pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and opened it up on the bar. It was his bucket list, all the things he wanted to do with Rodney while Atlantis was grounded in the San Francisco bay. Rodney handed him a pen so he could put a line through pick up Rodney in a bar.

“What’s next?”

“Skinny-dipping in a public pool after dark,” John said, waggling his eyebrows.

“You’re a ridiculous human being.”

“I know a place. Let’s go.”

John took another deep swallow of his beer and got up, walking past Rodney and then turning to wink at him over his shoulder.

“You believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?”

Rodney made a show of rolling his eyes, but he was quick to follow. That stupid list was making John happy, and that made Rodney happy in return. Plus he liked to think John really could’ve picked him up in a bar, if they’d met under different circumstances. Not with that opening line, though. That was horrible.

“You better not get me in trouble, Sheppard,” he said as they exited the bar. “We’re talking about breaking and entering here.”

“Come on, McKay,” John said, taking hold of his hand. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Richard Woolsey was not a happy man when SFPD called him at three in the morning because the head of his military contingent and his Chief Science Officer had been caught making out, naked, in a public pool.

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Wonderful, the whole way through! Picking each other up with (very terrible) lines, John's 'bucket list' - and that last line was just great :)

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Thank you! ::grins::

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helsinkibaby.livejournal.com

I don’t even ship this ship, but that was adorable. I loved the idea of the bad pick up lines and Rodney going along with the list to make John happy!

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Hee! Thank you!

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nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

Hahaha this was the best. The cheesy pick up lines are the best. Them doing stuff on their dating fantasy list is also adorable.

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Thank you! I get the best ideas in the shower. ::grins::

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I'm so glad you like it! Thank you!

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Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, a crime that leads them to a palm reader, 'Your Mount of Venus is fractured'

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any, this cult sacrifices only when Venus is visible in the day

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any, any,the Venus of Willendorf

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Murdoch Mysteries, George Crabtree, his novel about a Venusian invasion is a best-seller

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Title: It Came From Venus

Summary: George is overcome by the news

Notes: you can also find it on AO3 here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23677534)

XXX

“George! You have to see this!”

Effie Newsome was hard to miss most of the time. She was lovely, well spoken and well, so tall. George didn’t mind that his sweetheart towered over him but people never seemed to tire of asking him. When she was running through the station house, bellowing and whipping a newspaper over her head, it was impossible to not to take notice. George spotted Higgins’s eyebrows raising like rockets and Brackenreid leaned out his office door with a puzzled expression as to what was going on in his house.

George hustled over to her, almost forgetting to not call her Effie in public. Propriety could be such a nuisance. “Miss Newsome, what is it?”

She thrust the newspaper at him. “Your latest book, It Came From Venus, is a hit. Look at page ten!”

“It’s what?” He couldn’t make his hand move to take the paper. George’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. How could that be? He knew it was a good idea but invaders from Venus? People had laughed at him when he told them his story idea. Effie had made him change it and he had to come up with a second book to follow his dream. The publisher had waffled about it but Effie and her friends’ money had changed his mind.

“It’s not just a hit. It’s an actual bestseller.” Effie all but did a jig and she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug, the newspaper tickling his back through his uniform.

“A best…” George’s head whirled and his knees went watery. He sat down on the edge of his desk and took the paper from Effie. It rattled as his hands shook but there was in black and white, It Came From Venus was flying off the shelves. He couldn’t believe it. He’d sold books before but nothing like this. He heard Higgins congratulating him and felt Effie’s lips brushing his cheek but nothing broke through his hazy. He’d done it. He had caught the brass ring.

XXX

All George wanted to do was go home. His feet hurt after a long day and he wanted sit down and read that paper again, to revel with the knowledge that he had a best-selling book on the market. Instead he had to trek out to Detective Murdoch’s weird house to pick up some file. He knocked and the detective let him in.

“Come on in, George.”

George took two steps inside and stopped dead. He didn’t expect to see everyone there. The Brackenreids, Dr. Ogden, Effie, Detective Watts, Higgins. They chorused their congratulations. Detective Murdoch patted him on the back.

“We’re very proud of you, George. I can’t wait to read it,” Murdoch said.

George doubted he’d like a book about a Venusian invasion but he thanked the detective anyhow.

Brackenreid pressed a whiskey glass into his hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “Well done, George. I didn’t think a book about bloody space invaders would be capture people’s imaginations but I’m glad I was wrong.”

“Thank you, sir.”

George swept his gaze over his friends, feeling their joy. He couldn’t be happier.

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I never expected this one to get filled! You have no idea how excited I am, thank you so much! Woo!

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I'm glad you liked it. I love this show. It doesn't speak to me much fanfic wise, not like someothers, but it was fun working on a little ficlet

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I'm the same. Love the show (esp George Crabtree!) but haven't been inspired to write for it. But how could there be a Venus theme without the constable and his frequent assertions about Venusian invaders? LOL!

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You are so right there

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Stargate SG1, Daniel Jackson +/ Any, archaeologists find the missing arms of Venus de Milo, and they're holding something very unexpected

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Stargate Atlantis, Any, "Success isn't born wholly-formed like Venus from a clamshell; it's developed through relentless trial and error." (Jay Samit)

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