Monday: Gen/No pairings

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

medjai_trowa here, and I'll be your guest host for this week :-)

Today we have Gen fic - that's right, no x-rated stuff. Just, oh, the Leverage crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high - or even the Firefly crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high. Or maybe it's a prank war at the SGC - go wild!

Important rule-y bit:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.

If your fill contains spoilers, or you think it potentially could count as a spolier, please make sure sufficient space is left (with a warning) so that people can bypass it.

Please make sure that your prompts are in the following format:

Leverage, Parker + team, sugar high

Leverage/Firefly, Parker et al, sugar high

Stargate SG1, team, "SG1 did what to Feretti?"

Go wild, guys! XD

tag=nopairings tag=gen

Comments

[dreamer1789.livejournal.com]

He’s woken from fragmented images of dreams by a cheerful yet brusque female voice which calls the nonsensical command: ‘up and at them, lazy bones, no time to waste.’ The first thing he notices is the ache pounding in his head. Considering he fell asleep in the Rosa in Fiore entangled with the warm bodies of Leola and Pia after consuming a fair amount of wine, this predicament is not surprising. Yet his senses insist something else is wrong, so he stays still and categorises. When he dozed off earlier, it had been to the scent of wine, sweat and sex. As he inhales now he smells mostly damp, metal, grease, caffè and odd perfumes.

“Come on, Desmond! Get up, or we’ll eat your deluxe breakfast.” Her tone is sharp but with a kind undertone, like Rosa’s. Her voice, which he can’t recall hearing before today, bounces off walls too spacious to belong to a small chamber in Claudia’s brothel. Was he drugged and taken somewhere by Borgia’s men? He spares a moment to worry about the fate of his mother and sister if that is the case, while the arm under his pillow seeks out the knife he hides there… and meets only linen. Unarmed yet not cuffed. His captors must be very confident. A man joins the woman in her conversation; their voices are at his back. He slits his eyes open while these people banter and he stares dumbfounded at the sight before him. He lies before the statue of Wei Yu, with his Medici cape and a sword within arm’s reach.

Even as his mind wonders about the presence of ivy and the sad state of the marble floor, he lunges for the sword and pivots to face his adversaries in a battle ready crouch. Though it effectively halts their conversation, he can’t begin his interrogation as his vision suddenly greys out and wavers around the edges. Ghostly images of both known and unknown events and vivid, solid memories alike overlap his vision in dizzying blurs as the headache peaks to abnormal heights. During his disorientation the strangers overpower him with shamefully ease and do in fact drug him with some foul smelling concoction.

The last thing he hears before darkness claims him makes no more sense than anything else they have uttered so far. The man curses. “He’s getting worse. Trust the idiot to take compartmentalising to the extreme.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

*flails*

This is great! I love the intensity of the Ezio Bleed, even down to knowing the statue by name :)
Oh, my heart hurts for Desmond, though!

Lovely! :D

[dreamer1789.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! ^//^ I was hoping to get across that (the way I see it) Desmond doesn't just see and hear the memories, he *feels* them (otherwise the muscle memory aspect/skill bleeds explanation just doesn't work, imo) with all senses. With the rate everyone had him logging animus time it's no wonder his 'I/he' perspective goes FUBAR. When the team just kept sniping he had to compartmentalize the memories (II/Brotherhood) I got this idea that in extremis the consequence of that could lead to a bastardised form of dissasociative identity disorder. Basically, I just couldn't resist messing with the poor guy's head like that. ;)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

I love stories exploring all these aspects of the Bleeding Effect. And I've written and read so many that focus on Desmond getting Ezio's emotional shit that Ezio isn't given time in-game to deal with (going straight from my family is dead to effectively a mercenary without stopping to grieve or even mention his family again outside of the context of getting revenge screams unhealthy to me) and I just loved this take on Desmond "forgetting" or allowing Ezio to in effect "take over" just hit all my Desmond kinks/feels :D

I liked Revelations a lot, but I was always sorry they didn't do more with Sofia. Oh, oh, have you got to the picnic yet? Cutest thing that ever cuted in an AC game, I swear :D

[dreamer1789.livejournal.com]

Just begun reading your fic, I'm sure I'll love it, will comment. ^^
Yup, the picnic was cute - very sly of Sofia. I like her lots as a character, though I sometimes think Caterina's personality was better suited to Ezio's lifestyle (and he wouldn't have been a grandpa!dad). But oh well, retired domestic bliss and all that. Still, kudos to Sofia for taking the epic kidnapping/wild goose chase in stride. :)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

I liked Caterina but I thought she was too similar to Ezio (and too married to the count or duke Sforza) to be good for him. At least Sofia had no ulterior motives for being with him. And she won't let him be too overprotective or paranoid ;-) I have too many Ezio!feels :p