Pinch-hit: dialogue

[tigriswolf]

I've been asked to put up another pinch-hit, so here goes: dialogue. Fills can be whatever, but all the prompts are snatches of dialogue.

Y'all know the rules, so have fun!

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[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently.'

Inspiration: A perfectly innocent comment in an exchange at a mate's LJ this morning where we then said that should be a prompt. *g*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently.'

Inspiration: A perfectly innocent comment in an exchange at a mate's LJ this morning where we then said that should be a prompt. *g*

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Avengers, Steve, "The world goes black, and when you wake up again you don't know what you've done."

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Arrow, John Diggle/Oliver Queen, I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently.'

Inspiration: A perfectly innocent comment in an exchange at a mate's LJ this morning where we then said that should be a prompt. *g*

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, "A fairyland without horror can never be true."

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

MCU, Thor + Loki, "Screw tradition anyway. It's probably trying to prevent us disrupting the fabric of reality."

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The Sandman, any, "Death is easy."

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

"Death, you see," he said quietly, reassuringly, seated comfortably on the edge of the narrow hospital bed, "is easy."

"But," she said, hesitation hitching her voice, "I'm not religious. I don't, actually, have a belief, a vision, a way of imagining it."

He nodded. "You don't have to be anything other than exactly what you are to believe or envision or imagine death. It is part of you, your experience. And it's uniquely yours, I might add."

"I'm afraid."

"No. You're not afraid of death you're afraid of dying. Death and dying are not the same. At all."

"Are you Death?"

"Me?" He was surprised. "No. No, I'm not. But I do know Death." He mused for a moment. "Are you afraid of sleep?"

"Sleep? No."

"Why not?"

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Any, I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently.'

Inspiration: A perfectly innocent comment in an exchange at a mate's LJ this morning where we then said that should be a prompt. *g*

Fill

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Because you are a terrible influence:
Torque (http://archiveofourown.org/works/879622).

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, "You are nothing special. It would have worked on anybody."

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (TOS), Kirk/Spock, I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently.'

Inspiration: A perfectly innocent comment in an exchange at a mate's LJ this morning where we then said that should be a prompt. *g*

Fill

[museaway.livejournal.com]

(I doubt what this is what you had in mind, but this is what came to me!)

Bones glared at Jim over his coffee.

"Half the crew is out with this stomach bug, the rest are exhausted from working overtime, and you instruct them to work harder!"

"I didn't say 'harder,' I said 'more efficiently,'" Jim clarified. He rubbed his head.

"That pointy eared first officer of yours is rubbing off on you," Bones remarked. "When's the last time you slept?"

"Last night," Jim said, draining the last drop of coffee from his own mug and motioning to the yeoman for refill.

"I don't mean a cat nap," Bones said. "How many hours did you get?"

"I can't remember," Jim said, yawning. "We went to bed around midnight."

Bones's eyebrows raised slightly. "We?"

The yeoman presented a full mug of coffee, and Jim accepted it with a weak smile. "Thank you, yeoman," he said. "That'll be all for now. Get some rest while you can."

"Yes, captain," she said and left them.

Across the table, Bones folded his arms over his chest and sat back on his chair. "Are you going to make me guess?" he asked.

"I misspoke," Jim said. "What I meant to say was..."

"You're suffering from sleep deprivation," Bones interrupted. "I don't think you misspoke at all. Lack of concentration is a common side effect."

"Bones," Jim said, frowning, "I don't want to discuss this right now."

"As is irritation."

"My personal life is my business," Jim snapped. "I don't care to discuss it with my CMO."

Bones held up both hands, but he maintained a neutral expression.

"Perhaps I should ask your first officer," he said, and Jim's eyes snapped up to meet his.

"How did you..." he began, pressing his lips into a firm line. "I trust you'll keep this to yourself."

"Keep what to my--" Bones's eyes widened, and he found himself nodding as Jim's meaning became clear. He hadn't guessed. Hell, he hadn't even suspected. Spock was so stoic, and Jim was always chasing after a skirt, though Bones had to admit all Jim did was actually chase them. He couldn't remember the last time Jim Kirk had been in a serious relationship with anyone but his lady, though he and Spock did play chess several times a week. They were always together. Bones had never seen anyone rush to sickbay as quickly as Jim did when Spock was injured. I'll be damned, he thought to himself. It had been right in front of him all along.

Jim stared at him intently, a slight crease between his eyebrows, hand wrapped tightly around his coffee mug.

"Of course, Jim," Bones said, and the captain visibly relaxed. "I won't breathe a word."

When Spock arrived with his own breakfast tray, he sat beside Jim, and Jim slid his hand just that much closer to Spock's on the table. It was no different than any other morning. But this morning, as Bones watched them through his own sleep-bleary eyes, watched Spock urge Jim to eat one more bite of toast, a slice of apple, to go and rest before alpha shift, he found himself smiling.

[cghardy.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Jack+Fargo, "Which button was it this time?"

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass, "I missed you."

Fill: Revolution 1/2

[sasha-b.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you just hit me? Kill me? What's stopping you?"

Bass is trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, Miles thinks. He cracks a lopsided smile; Bass' face remains twisted and angry. Now is not the time to get nuts.

Night is fully upon them, and any minute the turncoats of Monroe's militia will be there, following Tom Neville (that bastard still), guns in hand to kill their former leader. Miles' mind wanders a bit; would that be such a bad thing? Can he just leave Bass to his deserved fate? Can he let his oldest and dearest friend - now his worst enemy - be slaughtered in ways he doesn't want to imagine? Ask him out loud; he'd say yes in a heartbeat. He's spent several months and many miles just trying to get to this point, to this place where Bass is there in front of him, no weapons, no way of escape. It should be his best dream come true. He doesn't smile, however. He fingers his gun and narrows his gaze on the other man. The man whose hands are so red with the blood of anyone that has gotten in his way.

Anyone that has gotten in Miles' way. His brother. His friend. His nothing, now.

Right.

The tent moves with the slight wind; Miles worries about Charlie - he always worries about Charlie - and Rachel inside the Tower, and he cocks the gun and turns, pointing it at Monroe.

"Nothing," he answers. He feels sweat slick its way down his spine, his jacket sticking to him, his longish hair flopping to cover his left eye. He leaves it there. It's ridiculously hot, and the image of sizzling turkey guts flits through his brain, the weird smile crossing his face again.

"Do it!"

The shout is shocking and the tears that fill Bass' wild eyes - so expressive, always, hurtful, beautiful, familiar - even more so. "Nothing's in your way this time, Miles. Just do it."

Miles gives Sebastian Monroe credit; he never backs down. Even when angry and more scared than Miles has ever seen him in his life.

He licks dry lips, hand never wavering. He thumbs back the hammer.

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Couldn't you have been more gentle?"

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Willow/ghost!Tara, "I wish I had said a proper goodbye..."

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "sometimes, I don't know if I should kiss you or kill you..."

Fill: The Dark Knight Rises, Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, rated PG-15

[purple-cube.livejournal.com]

Not as much dialogue as I would have liked, sorry!



She had forgiven him for intervening on the rooftop with Bane’s men – was even willing to admit that she had needed his help, after all – but this was inexcusable.

He knocks the gun out of her hand seconds before a roundhouse kick hits one of the gangsters approaching from his right.

“It’s me!” he shouts above the mayhem in the club.

She punches another attacker before dipping inches beneath another fist. Rising swiftly, Selina lifts a leg to send her opponent flying to the ground.

“I know!”

They separate, each occupied with their own attackers as more of the club owner’s men seem to surround them. She holds her own, even fancies that she’s in better shape than he is as she glances at the bodies crumpling around them. Eventually, they’re the only two standing, the noise fading to just the sounds of their own breathing.

“You don’t seem happy to see me,” he comments, echoing a conversation that they had a lifetime ago.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” The anger surprises even her.

He shrugs. “Well, I lied about the autopilot,” is the reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

She shakes her head, not for the first time wondering how they can be so alike and yet so different. “Sometimes, I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you,” she spits out as she walks past him.

He at least has the sense not to follow her.

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Xander/Anya, "you're so beautifully weird".

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Naughty!"

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Ted, Barney/Robin - "... let them speak now, or forever hold their peace..."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Sam/Blaine - "You're weird. I like you."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - "I am NOT putting that thing on..."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, any/any, "Well, that's not the usual!"

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/(El) - "Why should I put on that collar? You've already got me on a leash."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "You want me to wear what? ... Huh. I like it."

Labyrinth, Jareth/adult!Toby, rated M

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

(warning for lead up to sex)

It started as a joke. Toby teased Jareth that his sister’s jeans weren’t nearly as tight as Jareth’s leggings. Jareth scoffed, but then Toby needed to prove it.

“You want me to wear what?!”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Toby waved his sister’s formerly favorite pair of blue jeans that set her back at least two weeks’ salary at D. Baulton’s Bookstore.

After a split second of hesitation, Jareth’s eyes twinkled with “Challenge Accepted”, disappeared into his closet and, with impossibly fast speed, re-emerged in Sarah’s indigo denims.

“Huh, I like it,” Jareth appraised himself in the mirror. “What is your opinion, my boy?”

Toby stared at Jareth’s legs. Sarah’s jeans made Jareth’s leggings look like Hammer pants in comparison. The waistband sat lower on Jareth’s slim hips than was considered decent. Gold embroidery ran the length of Jareth’s long, lean legs. The Goblin King did not have much of a butt, but there was something rather perverse about how the gold-ink filigree fanned across the upper part of the backside like a sparkly bat and drew the eyes to the crack that was just barely covered. That bulge, however, needed no ornamentation to draw attention.

“Laugh and I toss you into the Bog,” Jareth threatened, but with a much lighter tone than with his goblins.

Toby wanted to laugh, but he was too aroused to manage an adequate chuckle.

“I didn’t say ‘take off your shirt’, too,” Toby said, his mouth feeling a little dry.

Jareth grinned, hooking his thumbs into the pockets, “I felt it detracted from the overall effect. Well?”

The effect was a half-naked fairy wearing only gloves and jeans, with a wispy blond happy trail pointing right towards that bulge, as if Toby needed directions.

“It’s totally inappropriate and kinda obscene,” Toby nodded. “It’s you.”

Jareth chuckled throatily, leaning over Toby on the edge of the bed, “One wonders what your basis of appropriate is.”

“Well, fucking the Goblin King in my sister’s jeans is entirely inappropriate,” Toby pulled Jareth closer, pulling the fly down slowly.

“Yes,” Jareth hissed as Toby slid down to his knees, “Entirely.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy/Loki, "Is sex always your answer to boredom?" "Well, I don't really *do* hobbies in the traditional sense."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, any of the Italians, "Ciao, bello!"