Thursday: On Vacation

[neshel.livejournal.com]

My last day... *pout* I shall have to come up with some crazy themes and do this again!

Today's theme is On Vacation.

After yesterday's insanity, our characters really need a break. What do they do to get away from their normal lives?

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

Firefly, River, Building sand-castles on the beach
Torchwood/Heroes, Jack/Ianto/Gabriel, A broken stopwatch spoils half their vacation plans

Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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[neshel.livejournal.com]

Firefly, River, Building sand-castles on the beach

[hereswith.livejournal.com]

She knows: what she builds will crumble. Not yet, but soon the water will rise, inching up, dragging down and laying claim. The moat will fill, the towers fall, this castle come to sand. She doesn’t mind, it’s ebb and flow, the ocean’s pulse, she makes it pretty while it lasts, a bridge, there, and crenelations, an escape route for princesses with the will and rope. Salt is in her hair, grains between her toes and her clothes are dirty, her fingers smudged, crusty, like the beach-picked shells in her pocket, before she brushed them and blew. She’ll brush her hands clean too, when she’s done, cross her legs and watch the waves crash, basking in the moment she’s caught.

[neshel.livejournal.com]

Torchwood/Heroes, Jack/Ianto/Gabriel, A broken stopwatch spoils half their vacation plans

Mr. Fix It

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"Gabriel are you done fixing that yet?" Jack growled, still naked, still aroused, but paused in his actions. How were they going to be able to tell who could handle more anal stimulation before they orgasmed without a stop watch? Even if they moved on from this event the twelve or so fallowing all required a stop watch. Without the piece of hardware they were going to have to go to plan Q: none smutty walk on the beach. No one wants that.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could work a touch faster," Ianto said his legs spread wide open and ropes keeping them that way. It wasn't an uncomfortable position to start out with, but it was straining on him now.

"I'm going as fast as I can," Gabriel snapped and continued fidgeting. He looked adorable wit his glasses on and biting his lip just sow.

Jack groaned again and leaned up against the wall.

"Gabby," he whimpered.

"I'm done, alright, but it's not my fault if it busts again because you rushed me," Gabriel said standing up. Jack smiled and kissed the other man deviously.

"You'll get a prize for that don't you worry," he teased than turned back to Ianto as he heard the other man growl. "But you're prize first."

"Alright, I'm starting the clock," Gabriel said and pushed the button.

"I'll get started then...what?" Jack said seeing Gabriel's face fall.

"It's not working. I'll have to try and fix it again."

"Oh screw this," Jack said grabbing his wristband, time converter, and sometimes stop watch and turned it on. The numbered glows above the band and started counting.

"Why the hell didn't you use that sooner?" Ianto asked obviously annoyed.

"I prefer things the old fashioned way. With the clicking clock that pushes you onward and all that," jack said making his way over to his lover.

"Well, right now I'd prefer you were pushing things inwards. As in RIGHT BLOODY NOW!"

"Yes sir," Jack said before jumping Ianto as Gabriel sat on the side of the bed and held the stop clock.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Lily/James, honeymoon

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/Donna, holiday that's actually relaxing

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that."

Turning her head and opening her eyes to look at him would be far too much effort. "Shouldn't have said what?"

"'Perfect place for a relaxing holiday'," the Doctor quoted back at her, sounding so smug that she would have thrown her beach bag at him, if she could do it without getting up. Maybe she could develop magic mind powers in the next thirty seconds.

"Sun, sea, sand, alien sangria... sounds perfect to me," Donna said contentedly.

"But you've jinxed it," he insisted. "Any second now, you'll see. Invasion fleets screaming from the sky, an ancient race of sea-creatures turning up on the beach to reclaim their planet, the waves boiling into the sky..."

After a few minutes, Donna turned onto her front on the sunbed. "Any sign of that invasion fleet yet?"

"I'm sure they're on the way."

"Bored, are you?"

"I wouldn't say bored, exactly..."

"Well, tough," she told him. "I'm owed a proper holiday and I'm getting one."

He sighed.

"Any more complaining out of you and I'm signing you up for the kids' club." She pushed up her sunglasses and grinned at him over her shoulder. "And if you feel like making yourself useful for a change, there's suncream in my bag..."

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Zechs/author's choice, leave of absence

I AM WRITING CRAPPILY LA LA LA *takes the bait anyway*

[karanguni.livejournal.com]

You're not acting, Treize had said. This is not an act; it is a life, full of life's insecurities and chances and normalcies. I don't think you're going to ever have the chance to drop in and out of character, unless you'd like them all to peg you as insane - and at the end of the day I presume that you'll be better off with everyone liking you as opposed to questioning your state of mind. Let them pry at that and then they'll pry your mask off.

Zechs was grateful for the reminder, as he was for most things delivered by Treize: ironically grateful. Take a break, have a rest, go on leave. His calendar returned Zechs stare with equanimity. Get away for a while, as though he had somewhere else to go instead of someone else to be.

Well. Very well.

Zechs filed the appropriate papers, took his allotted block leave, strode down Oz's main facility, and watched everyone salute and then grin.

'Hot date, sir?' one of his men asked.

'What do you think?' Zechs returned, and headed to the hangers to find Otto, and something to fly.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, not a Prince out here

just like

[flash-indie.livejournal.com]

There’s a no-man’s land between Camelot and Avalon, where magic breathes beneath the forest floor, between the ruins of broken kingdoms and the bones of dead knights. A place that Uther likens to the worst of the world instead of the best, and they’re sent out in hopes of civilising the barren land, the wilderness, and Merlin breathes the air like it breathes him, warms his throat and chest as knights’ set up camp, hunt and Arthur wanders, wonders.

“It’s different,” Arthur says, head tilted and eyes curious. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

Merlin shrugs offhand, but it is, the Earth strange and unfamiliar beneath his feet, and when Arthur looks at him again, his eyes are drunk, his posture loose and unkempt and Merlin has to resist the urge to touch him, to pull his hair or palm his skin.

There’s something here, there, that Merlin can’t think, can’t feel in any way that’s tangible, but it spreads throughout his limbs like new blood, like rebirth and birth and it must be magic, because Merlin feels younger and older than he ever has and Arthur is miles of unwandered skin. He thinks of crossing it all, of tracing spine and the bones of his back and his chest. He thinks of exploration instead of pillaging, of gain instead of treason.

“You’re not a prince out here,” Merlin says, voice and hands somehow apart from himself when he starts pulling off Arthur’s armour for the evening. Arthur, forehead furrowed and voice languid, says, “I’m a prince everywhere.”

Arthur kisses with an air of entitlement, all teeth and lips, like Merlin’s the lucky one and later, with Arthur dosing, bare back facing towards the heavens, hair flayed across the forest floor and breath soft against Merlin’s shoulder, he thinks that maybe he is.

[shanaqui]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Hedonism.

[skinthief.livejournal.com]

“Humans suffer from it,” Castiel murmured, his back to the other man.

Dean, standing back and breathing on his hands to keep warm, glanced up at the angel’s words. “Suffer from what? Shit, Cas, it’s freezing. Why the hell did you bring me here?”

The angel didn’t answer at first, and Dean cautiously moved forward. “Cas?” he said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He glanced past the angel, and his face turned incredibly white – the sea crashed against the cliff they were standing on. “Shit!”

“Humans. You’re all just hedonistic animals. Beasts, trying to tempt us to fall.”

“That’s not true,” Dean snapped. “Alright, maybe it was true for me, once. But not now.”

“Things are too important for the pleasure of skin.”

“How would you know? Have you ever…”

Castiel turned at that, his gaze finding Dean’s eyes: there was none of the usual warmth there, just angry, inhuman ice. “I am not Anna,” he spat.

The hunter blinked at the vehemence of the angel’s words; and when his eyes opened again, he was alone. “Stranded again. Damn it.”


Arf, first Spn fic.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, Sam & Castiel, Sightseeing

No wincest please.

playing - gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

Castiel has seen the wonders of creation, from the birth of a star to the first time Man ever walked. He has been to the furthest reaches of existence, into the deepest mysteries that no fleshbloodbone creature could ever fathom.

But this—"I hit the ball to Sam with this?" he asks, hefting the wood instrument.

"Yup," Dean says, grinning wide and bright. "It'll be fun. Trust me."

Castiel would shrug, but such human actions are still not familiar to him. Dean has told him to give it time. He'll get used to the body eventually.

"Don't worry," Dean says, crouching down as Castiel turns back to await Sam's pitch. "We'll go to some stuffy museum for you and Sam after."

“I am not worried,” he assures Dean as he swings and misses.

Once, he could fly from side of reality to the other. Once. Now he is in a park with two human brothers attempting to play a game called baseball. A game.

Twice more, he swings at the ball Sam throws and misses, but he is not bothered. As Dean said, this is fun.

Fun. And once Dean has tired of this, they’ll go see the wonders of humanity.

waking dream - Castiel/Dean, PG, somewhat sad

[tigriswolf]

Dean is dying, bleeding out into the dustdirt of the battlefield. Sam is somewhere over the next ridge, also dying.

Castiel is exhausted, lying next to his favorite of all beings. He doesn't have the strength to heal, and Father has declared that it is the Winchesters time to go.

"Dean," Castiel whispers, placing his hand on Dean's chest. He is in his true form; Jimmy Novak was burned away by Lucifer's power. "Dean, listen to me."

Dean slowly turns his head to glance at Castiel. "Cas?" he murmurs. "Sam..."

"I can take you away," Castiel tells him. "Think of anywhere."

Castiel keeps his eyes on Dean's and slowly sinks into him. Dean remembers his car, his brother sitting in the passenger seat, the road in front of them and music blasting.

He dies in Castiel's embrace, thinking himself far away and lifetimes ago.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

The Dark is Rising, Bran & Will, meeting on holiday after a few years apart

[shanaqui]

"You... look so different."

Bran cocked his head to one side, his pale hair falling into his eyes. "You look exactly the same, Sais-bach. Well. You've finally got your growth -- you were ever such a runt when we were little. But now you look like your big brother. Stephen, that is. Still mostly just like Will, so ordinary you're not meant to look twice."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Who's not meant to look twice?"

"Anybody. It doesn't work. Everyone can see right through you."

"Nothing to see."

"So you'd have us believe. Look, Will -- maybe this isn't the best way to say I don't care about that. But I don't. I don't care what you are or what you're doing, I just want my best friend back."

"Bran -- "

"So invite me to have lunch with you, already," Bran said, talking over any objection. "I found a nice little place down the road -- not a patch on your aunt Jen's cooking, mind, but it's good, and they have some cakes that taste suspiciously like Welsh cakes. A little piece of home, like. What do you say?"

"Bran," he said, soft, almost tender. "I did miss you."

"Of course you did. Now. Lunch. I'm starving."

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

"And what in hell are these?" Tony held up the offending item between thumb and forefinger, frowing at Gibbs who merely shrugged as he pulled on a loose tee shirt over his shorts.

"Speedos," Gibbs offered. "You said you had nothing for the pool and that was the best the hotel could offer - you don't like 'em, you can go butt naked."

"Hah! I'm not wearing a speedo!" Tony groused. "Speedos went out with the arc and sky blue with red and yellow stripes are so *not* me."

"So it's butt naked then - suits me." Gibbs collected up his book, shades and draped a towel around his neck. "You coming?"

"You'd really want me ass out?"

"I'd love it, but can't see hotel security likin' it."

"Which is why," Tony gave his lover a shit eating grin. "I headed downstairs and picked these up in the lobby shop. "Dolce & Gabbanna - two hundred and eighty five bucks - and guaranteed to leave a certain Silver Fox begging for more."

"They're just swimshorts, DiNozzo."

"Swimshorts yes, but so much more."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, and I'll prove it. Give me two seconds then come into the bathroom."

Gibbs was bemused, curious but bemused. He followed the younger man and watched him step into the shower. Lifting the shower head off the catch, Tony sluiced himself down with warm water, letting it run in enticing rivulets all over his body but paying special attention to his groin.

The swimshorts were black, figure hugging deliciously around an already hardening cock and when Tony turned around, the material merely served to accentuate his tight, peachy butt.

Gibbs' tongue snaked out to lick at suddenly dry lips while his entire body tried desperately to ignore the raging hard on going on his own shorts. "DiNozzo - " he began, suprised to hear his voice had risen an octave.

Damn the man was so fucking hot when he was wet - and Tony knew it. He stood there, head slightly lowered and tilted to one side, lips parted slightly as he blinked slowly - a hand already teasing his thrumming cock as he let loose a low groan before letting his head drop back while his hand began to move faster, more urgently.

"What the hell," Gibbs murmured. "Show him off poolside or fuck him in the shower - looks like the pool can wait."

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Nagi/Tot, secret rendezvous

Ffff, never writen them before, but it's too hard to resist

[prototypical]

Schuldig has to know that she's still alive. He's in Nagi's head often enough that missing the thoughts of Tot would impossible. But he's never ratted Nagi out to Crawford to explain where he goes on nice afternoons when Schwarz has nothing to do. Their plans have been made and all there's left to do is wait for their chance to break away from Eszett once and for all.

He meets Tot in a park, on a weekend where there are girls out dressed in their lolita costumes and she'll blend into the crowd easier. Nagi always speaks with her quietly, as if he still can't believe she's alive even after his power saved her life. He takes her hand, makes the wind dance to see her smile, and one day Nagi admits that he wants to leave Schwarz behind as well. He can't leave yet, but he will one day and they will find their own path and he will get revenge on the world in a different way.

Their short, secret meeting always end with a kiss. Nagi's getting used to it and doesn't blush any more. And when he returns, Schuldig always smirks, but says nothing.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Psych/Monk, Shawn & Monk, a Hawaiian vacation is interrupted by work and unexpected competition

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"We are on vacation Shawn! You promised me a vacation!" Gus yelled, trying to physically Shawn away from the crime scene.

Shawn went limp so that Gus had to drop him on the ground. "Dude, somebody got murdered with a falling pineapple! A pineapple dude! How can we NOT take this case?!?"

"It's Hawaii, Shawn. People probably get murdered pineapples all the time. They're everywhere, like crabcakes in Maryland."

"Dude, are you under the impression that there are scores of Beltway insiders being killed by crabcakes? Because the sheer velocity that would take? Like, twice the speed of light."

"That's ridicuolous, Shawn, that would be like a time-travelling crabcake. It would break the universe!"

"Note to self: Must but Universe insurace if I ever get superpowers and run really fast with crabcakes."

+++++++++
"Thanks for joining us on our vacation, Monk," Disher said.

"We are NOT on vacation together, Disher, we are here for a conference, and Monk is joining us because of the pineapple case," Stottlemeyer clarified.

"Well, it's sort of like we're on vacation together, Chief. I shared my sunscreen with you."

Stottlemeyer rolled his eyes, and changed the subject. "Look, Monk, there's a Santa Barbara detective here -"

"A psychic detective!" Disher interjected.

Stottlemeyer continued, "And I want you to solve it before he does. The Chief of the SBPD is Karen Vick, and she and I go way back. The last thing I need is to have her one-up me."

"He totally wants to impress Chief Vick" Disher whispered.

"Shut up before I shove that lei were the tropical sun don't shine, Disher. So, Monk, the guy was killed with a pineapple thrown off the hotel roof. Will you take a look around?"

"Sure, Chief. I think I can do a little bit better than some two-bit psychic."

Just then a man came twirling into their space as if possessed by a spirit who kept reciting characters from '80's movies. He stopped in front of Monk, put his hand right on Monk's face and said, "I can feel it! You are going to help me solve this terrible crime!"

Trying hard not to lose it, Monk said, "Please take your hand off me. Now. Now,now,now,now." When the hand was removed, Monk got several wipes out of his pocket and cleaned his face.

"Sorry. Obsessive compulsive germaphobe?" the man said.

"Wow, you really are psychic," Disher said.

"And I can sense you are a quite intelligent man.. My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my colleague, Magnum P. Imahi-mahi. We are at your service." Shawn kissed Disher on the cheek then and said, "That was from your great-grandmother. She says she is very proud."

Disher gave a pleased smile as Gus, Monk, and Stottlemeyer rolled their eyes in synchrony.

"We are not working with a con artist psychic," Monk declared.

"Is that how it is? Fine, we'll solve the case without your help. And don't worry Chief, I'll tell Vick you said hi. And that you look rosy-cheeked and handsome in the Hawaiian sun. Let's go, Magnum."

Gus asked Shawn as they tried to leave dramatically, "We're going to get some of those macademia cookies before we interview the witnesses, right?"

Shawn answered, "Obviously."

[spae.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Vance and Tony, "So why do you want the same time off as Special Agent Gibbs?"

[hawk-soaring.livejournal.com]

Tony glanced at the clock again and bit back an aggravated sigh. Jethro already had the approval of his time off in his hand -- signed by the director. His own -- seemed to be missing in action.

And now Gibbs had been called to the directors office. It was late in the afternoon and didn't bode well for them getting the ten days off they had both asked for.

Tony looked up as Gibbs pounded down the stairs. "DiNozzo! Vance wants to see you," he growled.

Tony gulped. That didn't sound good -- not when the only thing he wanted to do was get on the road. Risking a glance at McGee, he saw the younger man openly gaping, snapping his mouth shut only when he noticed Tony glaring at him.

"Getting called to the carpet, Tony?" Ziva asked with a smirk on her face.

"It's on the carpet, Ziva, and no -- I don't think I'm getting called on the carpet." He rolled his eyes and took the stairs two at a time.

Tony took the time to take a deep breath and straighten his tie before knocking on Vance's door. The gruff "come in!" didn't do anything to quell his case of nerves.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Tony asked politely as he stood trying not to fidget in front of Vance's desk.

"You've asked for some time off, DiNozzo."

Tony bit back a sigh. Vance wasn't going to give him the same week as Gibbs. Damn. "Yes, Sir."

"Have any plans?"

Tony blinked. "Sir?" He hoped Vance wasn't looking for a 'no' because he sure as hell did have plans.

Vance sighed and leaned forward. "So, DiNozzo, why do you want the same time off as Special Agent Gibbs?"

Tony bit back a grin, imagining the look on the director's face if he told him the truth. Instead, he shrugged. "It's boring as hell around here with no team lead -- sir. I thought I could take the same time and avoid pouring through cold case files. I hope it's not an issue --"

Tony deliberately trailed off, intimating without saying that he damn well did have plans -- plans that wouldn't be easy to cancel.

Vance started at him for a long moment before sighing dramatically. He picked a pen up from off his desk and signed his name with a flourish before handing Tony's approved vacation request to him.

"Thank you, sir," Tony said with a smile, leaving the office when Vance waved him off. He pulled the door shut quietly and then pumped his fist in the air.

He and Jethro were going sailing -- in the Bahamas -- for a week. Clothing optional on board.

[moontyger.livejournal.com]

Loveless, Kio/Soubi, Paris

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

“Things are going to get better from on here. We’re going to see Paris. We’ll see the Eiffel Tower, and the Louvre.”

“We’ll go all over the world,” Soubi said, in the familiar conversation. It’d taken a scripted quality, Kio had said it so many times. Before, he’d had to prompt Soubi for his lines, but now Soubi would robotically repeat them without even the slightest question of don’t you want to leave this place behind? You’ll never have to think of another Aoyagi again.

He cut the white powder. No wonder they called it snow, he thought, as it clung to his fingers. A dreamy haze was on soon. Most artists did this, or some other drug. Soubi did it to escape.

“We’ll definitely see the Louvre. It’ll be beautiful and unlike anything we’ve ever seen,” Kio said.

Soubi took a hit and then they were both floating to a place elsewhere. They both knew that this was the closest they’d ever come to Paris.

[spae.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, adventure training

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer, day off from the apocalypse

[notthebigspoon.livejournal.com]

Blue. White. Slushy. In perfect swirling patterns. One of these days, he's going to figure out how they make them do that without the colors bleeding into one another. If it wasn't his day off, he'd also make sure they suffered for the disgraceful lack of tequila. Instead, he settles for pulling out the little pink umbrella and flicking his tongue across the base, purring. Lacking in tequila, true, but the blueberry taste really is delightful.

He's been getting a good many odd looks. He suppose that has to do with the fact that it's nearly 100 degrees and he's stretched out in a beach chair in a suit. Armani, he doesn't steal cheap suits. It's a beautiful day. A lovely breeze, waves lapping at the sand, and screams whenever yet another seagull mysteriously attacks and leaves another of God's favorite creature with pockmarked wounds across their body.

Don't look at him like that. He couldn't ENTIRELY abandon his duties, now could he?

[spae.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, hotel bathrobes

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

The suite of rooms they'd been assigned for the conference was modern, sumptuous and - for a technophobe of Gibbs' standing - a little awe inspiring.

Tony ran at the over sized acreage of mattress, bouncing once as he flipped onto his back and treating Gibbs to one of his prize winning leers.

"DiNozzo - " Gibbs warned as he dropped his overnight bag in the doorway. "We've got work to do."

"Yeah," Tony arched a brow as he patted the space beside him. "But we've got the rest of the afternoon before we have to - "

"Work." Gibbs snatched up his briefcase and retired to the living area, settling himself on one of the sofas. He opened the case and lifted out a file, flipping it open as he perched his glasses on his nose and began to study it.

Briefly, he glanced over to the bedroom where Tony appeared to be whistling to himself, and packing his stuff away judging by the sound of banging drawers, opening of cupboard doors but when Tony sauntered into the living room, Gibbs did a double take - only too well aware of a growing bulge in his pants. *bastard* he muttered to himself as a very naked and very horny Tony strolled across the lush carpet to the bar area and lifted out a beer bottle.

"Want one?" he asked, bending again to collect up another at Gibbs' nod.

Beer delivered, Gibbs attempted to turn his attention to the file again, trying his best to ignore his lover who was now bending to view the dvd selection below the wall mounted plasma screen - his ass open to a pair of steely blue eyes.

"Tony?"

"Yeah, Boss?" Tony turned, dvd in one hand and the remote control in the other.

"Bathrobe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you at least put one on till I'm done with this?"

"Why?"

Gibbs lifted the file from his lap and grinned, raking his eyes over Tony's tanned, lithe body - coming to rest at his cock and balls.

"Here's the deal," Tony leered, draping himself over the other end of the sofa and leaving no doubt in Gibbs' mind what he wanted. "I'm gonna grab a shower - have another beer and then I'm going to let you fuck me into the middle of next week." He leaned in, capturing Gibbs' mouth in a light kiss. "How's that sound?"

"Bribing a Federal Agent could land you in big trouble," Gibbs replied hungrily.

"So will fucking one, Boss."

"And - uh - what I said about bathrobes?"

"Yeah?" Tony muttered between nuzzles on Gibbs' neck.

"While we're in here - I want you naked at all times." Their lips met again - only harder, more urgent.

"And if someone should walk in?" Tony breathed as Gibbs' hand circled his aching cock.

"Ever heard of *do not disturb* notices?"

[spae.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Jensen, log cabin

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

Murphy wraps his grinning lips around the stem of the bong and inhales. He leans back in his seat, savoring, and as if attached by an invisible string, Connor leans forward to watch his brother's eyes go cloudy and dark.

Laughing as he exhales, Murphy offers him the bong, but Connor waves it away. He can't tell if Murphy's fucked up on the good pot, or if he's just getting a kick out of getting high in public -a fucking hash bar. Murph's always amused by doing forbidden things in the open. Shoot outs in the suburbs, pot in cafes.

Connor takes a sip of his beer and looks around. The place is full of stoned kids and the cashiers behind the counter all look not unfamiliar with their own wares.

They're in Amsterdam tucked away in a tourist trap amid a bunch of nameless Americans. Connor breathes easier and takes another sip. The brew isn't bad, but Murphy's stupid grin is making the weed seem more and more appealing.

Just as Murphy's ready to exhale again, Connor hooks a hand around his neck, pulling his brother into an almost kiss. They let the sweet smoke curling between their lips, sticky and hot.

Murphy isn't the only one that gets off on doing the socially unacceptable in public.

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

There was a couple of grins from the female members of cabin crew and maybe a knowing smirk from their male attendant, the one they weren't completely sure about, as they returned to their first class seats. And if he was looking any where near how Jeff looked did then maybe they was some good reason for them. But he doubted it wasn't anything the crew hadn't seen before.

As he settled back into his seat, Jeff gave him one of those lazy smiles of his, the one that said 'thanks I enjoyed that, really enjoyed that'. Which might have brought a smirk to his own lips. 'Cause really if you thought about his relationship with Jeff was probably completely back to front and upside down to what people would have thought it might be, if they thought about it at all. Which if some of those web pages Jeff had shown him were anything to go by they obviously did and that really did amuse him and then some.

As the lights in the cabin were dimmed for the night they managed to arrange themselves so they well and truly in each other's space, with Jeff's head resting against his shoulder and his arms kinda wrapped round the other man. They weren't cuddling exactly, but as damn close as they ever came.

Between the fact that they were heading for two weeks in the sun on a private island, some where where no one knew who the hell they were and the fact they'd joined the mile high club earlier in the evening there was nothing about this particular flight that wasn't good.

[moontyger.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Casey, E3

[jlsigman.livejournal.com]

Devil May Cry, Dante/Trish, a bottle of expensive whiskey

[jlsigman.livejournal.com]

Devil May Cry, Nero/Kyrie, a picnic

[jlsigman.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy VII, wee!Sephiroth, a non-lab library

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

Little Crisis Core tidbits thrown in for kicks.

He was just a small little thing, but Hojo kept him in the lab constantly. Sephiroth didn't think it was very fair. He had done all his studies for the day, read every interesting book in the lab library, and Hojo still wouldn't let him out to play. Sephiroth had heard rumors that kids were supposed to play outside in the sunshine, and it made him wonder why he hadn't been allowed. Hojo could at least let him into a library with book that he wanted to read.

Sephiroth sat in his chair in the corner, keeping out of Hojo's way when a lady came up to him. “What are you doing sitting here all alone?” she asked.

It was weird to have someone talk to him, but if she was in the lab, it meant she was supposed to be there, or Hojo would be throwing a fit. “I'm done all my work, and there are no more good books to read...” he said softly.

The lady chuckled and held out her hand to him. “C'mon then,” she said kindly, “we'll find you some good books to read.”

Sephiroth was wary for a moment before taking the lady's hand. She took him outside of the laboratory that they had set up in this little town for the time being. The little time that Sephiroth had been outside, he had enjoyed the town. It had apples that grew blue and purple. There was nothing like that in the laboratory.

They walked out of the lab's building, and passed some of the apples. The lady saw him staring and grabbed him one, handing it to him. “They're called dumb apples. They're very delicious, so eat it up before we get to the town's library,” she told him.

Sephiroth smiled for the first time in a long while before taking big bite of the apple. He ate it happily, and when he finished, he tossed the core into a nearby trashcan before the stopped in front of fairly big building. He looked up at the lady who just gestured for him to go inside.

He did, and Sephiroth was awed by all the books. Sure, the lab's library had a lot of books, but these were definitely more colorful and unique. He turned to smile to the kinda lady who had brought him to this amazing place.

“Thank you,” he said happily then frowned. “Oh, I didn't even ask your name...”

The lady just smiled and ruffled his hair. “Gillian Hewley. Now, go on. There's plenty of good books for you to read here. I'll be here when your done,” Gillian told him as she went to the sitting area by the entrance, grabbing a book to read before she did.

Sephiroth was enthused and quickly went to find some books to read. He was sure even though Gillian was probably allowed in the lab, he knew he wasn't allowed out. He hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble, because Sephiroth was very grateful.