Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Batman (comics), Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim is a robot who only looks human. And Jason should know better than to fall in love with him, but...

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Babylon 5, Londo/G'Kar, Can't remember to forget you

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Star Trek: TNG, Data/Geordi la Forge, beware the nice ones

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Star Trek: TNG, Q/Picard, you're an asshole, but I love you

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Justice League Cartoon, J'onn J'onzz/Clark Kent,

your mind, child, tell me,
does it wander? does it race?
it always does, i’m lost in space.

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Galaxy Quest, The time travel episode

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Any, FMA in Space

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Frasier, ensemble, Martin decides to take the boys to an opera of his choosing. This opera (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iauuuhpSfRQ) as a matter of fact

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DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, pacific rim au - they're...drift compatible? (Hal hates letting Bruce inside his head.or vice versa. or both :p)

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"We are not doing that again," he gasps the moment he comes out of the drift, falling to the floor and scrambling away on his hands and knees, "never."

"Hn," Bruce says, and casually bats away the wiring from around his head, "the world will end if we don't."

His stomach seizes, as he realizes that he can still feel the echo of... Whatever the fuck that was. Can still feel the plastic brush of the wire casing against Bruce's palm, can still feel the fucking softness in his chest every time the man looks at him, "I don't care."

"You don't care?" Bruce asks incredulously. But, no, not quite incredulously - because he can feel the sad fear lurking underneath, can finally glimpse beyond the fucking mask, "you don't care that everybody we love could die? That the world could be reduced to ashes around us? That the monsters could win?"

Odd, how he once wished for that slightest glimpse. That briefest moment. He lifts his head, and stares defiantly at a point just under Bruce's eyes, "I don't ever want you in my head again, Br- Bats. Ever."

"And you're really willing to let the world burn to avoid it?"

"I'm willing to do anything," he hisses. And forces his way up to his feet, sways around in an angry circle so that he doesn't have to look at that fucking face anymore, "if you want me, get over it. If this is the only way to save the world, I'd rather throw myself to the monsters right-"

Bruce snarls, brutally. And, before he knows it, he's being pulled around - drawn in close and kissed like a punishment and a plea all rolled up into one punch in the gut.

"The monsters out there are far worse than the ones on our head, Hal," Bruce snarls when they part. And his lips are swollen, and his eyes are dark, "when you gain the self awareness to realize that, come and find me."

He doesn't even look back once, as he marches away. Only leaves him to stand there, touching his lips and hearing the scientists mutter and wondering.

...Wondering, whether to laugh or scream.

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OH GOSHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO, SO PERFECT. <3____<3

I absolutely LOVE how freaked out you wrote Hal, that was spot on.

"The monsters out there are far worse than the ones on our head, Hal," Bruce snarls when they part. And his lips are swollen, and his eyes are dark, "when you gain the self awareness to realize that, come and find me."

And BRUCE, oh god.

This was amazing, dude. Thank you!

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Thank you so much! I really Had an absurd amount of fun writing this, so I’m so glad you liked it! :D

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DCU, Hal Hordan/Bruce Wayne, alien sex pollen

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"Fuck," he says breathlessly, whines as Bruce presses him right back against the wall in a long line of heat, "fuck, are you-?"

"If you ask me if I'm sure one more time," Bruce growls against his neck, licks right up until he can bite his jawline, "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to talk for a week."

"Bruce-" he gasps helplessly, and gathers all his strength to push back - until they're staring at each other from a near distance, not skin to skin, "I only ask because we both got dosed back there."

"Hal-"

"I'm used to it," he continues, ignoring Bruce's impatient growl as best he can, "I've had... Heh, a truly Embarrassing number of sex pollen orgies over the years. But you-"

Bruce snarls, lunges back in unexpectedly until he's pressed back against the wall with his wrists held firmly over his head. When he looks down, Bruce's eyes are so dark that it's like staring into a bottomless pit, "do not talk about the others who've touched you."

"There were a lot of them," he says, probably more affected than he should be.

"Not now-"

"Women, men, aliens," he continues, more and more breathless as Bruce just gets closer, "I remember there was one time, with Sinestro..."

Bruce makes a sound that is no logic and all heat, and crushes their lips together. When they break to gasp, an unknown amount of time later, his lips are bruised and he swears that he tastes blood.

"Okay," he says breathlessly, and watches as Bruce's eyes fix on him like there's nothing else in the universe, "so, you're perfectly willing then?"

"No more talking," Bruce purrs, and smirks, and leans in again with breath so hot that it burns, "didn't I promise?"

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Hnnngh.

Dude this might be my favorite thing you've written for them. Why? Because:

"do not talk about the others who've touched you."

FUCK. Like. Jesus. o__o

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"If you ask me if I'm sure one more time," Bruce growls against his neck, licks right up until he can bite his jawline, "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to talk for a week."

I mean goddddd. This is The Hottest Thing, thank you sooooo much.

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Ahhhhh, thank you so much! Today has been a bit bleh, so I'm so glad you liked this! And, yeah, Jealous!Bruce is totally one of my favourite things so I could hardly resist. ^^

Thank you again! :D

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DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, Hal's temporarily telepathic after a run in with an alien and can hear Bruce's thoughts. (a+ if naufhty :D)

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Any fandom with archaeologists and/or miners and/or scholars, any, During excavations they see a sign, written in a language they do not understand. Their translators work tirelessly and finally, just after the dig breaks through to a mysterious chamber, they realise what the sign said. It said Do Not Touch (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DontTouchItYouIdiot)

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Fairy Tales, any Princess, Peasant Girl or Nobleman's Daughter, the "Handsome Prince" is actually from the future/another world

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Any (except Supernatural), any +/ any, Arthur C Clarke's Third Law (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ClarkesThirdLaw)

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Star Trek TNG, Data +/ any, "So, did Dr Soong program you with Asimov's Laws of Robotics in mind?"

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Firefly. River. Ten years later.

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Firefly. crew. When the guys get in trouble, it's up to the women to rescue them.

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Gilmore Girls. Paris Geller/Doyle McCaster. He finds out that Paris comes from a different planet. It makes so much sense.

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any. any. Space AU

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supernatural fandom/sci-fi fandom. any&any. "I'll trade you."

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"Dean."

Even without turning around, Dean can hear the patented Sammy Bitch Face #34. Swear to god, that thing's radioactive. Cosmic. Very unimpressed. At the moment, Dean really couldn't give twice of a damn if this whole thing blows over on him.

At first, hanging out with the weirdos that found gay subtext in his and Sammy's relationship was the stuff of nightmares. Dean hadn't wanted to know how much fanfiction was written about how his lips were perfect for sucking dick or about how many times his fictional brother wanted his bow legs wrapped around his waist. TMI. Seriously.

Now, if Sam's going to want Dean to leave without at least trying to take a five-finger discount with him, he's got something coming. Dean's not a nerd like Sam, but at least he has priorities over trying to find the one responsible for this and ganking em.

"C'mon man," he turns around, claps a hand on Sammy's shoulder like they're kids again and Dean is trying to convince him that Princess Leia is the lady--and what, no Star Wars on the sci-fi fandom holodeck server? "It's frigging Star Trek. What," he says, and spreads his arms wide, "You don't get how big this is?"

At Sam's blank look, Dean gestures again. "We're on the bridge! I'm wearing Captain Kirk's shirt! I am, right now, Captain Kirk. And you, you're a redshirt."

He gestures to the uniform shirt that looks ridiculously small on his brother, and laughs. It's tight enough that it bunches up and shows Sam's stomach,and looks like something someone would wear to show off their trampstamp.

Sam scowls, and tries to tug it down. Or cover up. One of the two. "Yeah, Dean, and from what I remember from your geeky marathons, redshirts always die."

"Star Trek is classic. Full geek or go home. And you won't really," Dean reassures him, while trying to casually avoid the entire topic they've been skipping around. "I'm here. They make one wrong move, I'm going to turn the knob from stun to kill so fast." He lifts up the phaser at his hip, and waves it around.

"Dean, listen, my whole thing with the d--"

"Oh shit," Dean says, and if his voice gets any higher he might be a castrato. "He's looking this way."

"Who?" Sam looks confused.

"Captain Kirk. He's looking at us. At me." He frantically low-key gestures at the the actual Captain, who's dressed to the nines in Winchester plaid and overcoat, and bent over the console discussing to Spock in low tones. This is just like Doctor Sexy, MD all over again.

"We're on the same bridge as Captain Kirk! We're on the Enterprise. If this is a dream, I'm not gonna wake up, I swear. I officially love LARPing."

"Or," Sam says impatiently, "This is Gabriel up to no good again."

"What would an archangel need with Captain Kirk?" Dean manages out, before he blurts out, "I'll trade you," when the Captain draws near.

"If it's about my entire uniform back," says the Captain, charming as ever, "that would be appreciated." Even the Shatner impression is on point.

"Oh, yeah," Dean says, starstruck, and Sammy's probably behind him rolling his eyes, or looking marginally Bitch Face Constipated like how the twitch in Spock's eyebrow looks. "Yeah, anything you want."

At the end of the day, it's a typical monster fest. Kirk and Spock hold hands like they did in The Motion Picture, and Dean is left clutching the remnants of a ripped command shirt that he refuses to let Sam throw out.

"It's gross, Dean. It's got shapeshifter blood on it."

"It's Captain Kirk's shirt," Dean insists, "are you crazy?"

Later, as Dean's driving off the interstate, Dean says, "You know who I should've taken with me? Charlie. At least she appreciates."

"Dean."

Edited Date: 2015-10-03 09:55 am (UTC)

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I love fan-struck Dean. He's adorable! I'm sure I missed lots of canon bits since I don't watch either of these shows, but it definitely made me smile. And that last part - heh!

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I'm so glad!

I played around with a more joking Dean than canon permits because the Dean from the earlier seasons is more on my mind (from what I recall, Supernatural went heavy into dark angst zone), so if anything, chipper Dean being the fanboy he is and thank you for the prompt!

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how to get away with murder , Asher millstone /bonnie winterbottom Asher takes her to the a inter active space museum

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Guardians of the Galaxy/Parks and Recreation, Ron Swanson + Drax the Destroyer, they get along frighteningly well

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Stargate Atlantis/Highlander, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay or gen, John dies in Pegasus and there’s no one to teach him why he comes back to life.

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Guardians of the Galaxy/Riddick movies, Riddick + team, the things you find in the universe

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Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Peter Quill, all his dreams are shaded purple now

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Guardians of the Galaxy, team, Nevermind

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Humans, any synthetic, "Confused? At a loss for what to do? Wow, sounds like you're human. Good luck." (welcome to night vale)

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Humans, Karen Voss, "Hang a picture of family on the wall. Hang a picture of flesh and blood on the wall." (welcome to night vale)

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Animorphs, Tobias/Rachel, My reflection shows only your fate

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Ex Machina (2015 film), Ava +/ Kyoko, they escape together

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Animorphs, any (+/any), your methods start to disconnect from all your creeds

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Babylon 5, Sheridan & Delenn & Ivanova, Lost in translation

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Any sci fi, any android or cyborg or robot/any human, it's humans who don't know how to love

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Futurama, Bender or Lrrr or Morbo or Nibbler enters fandom and starts writing fanfic/making fanart/etc.

Edited Date: 2015-10-02 02:48 am (UTC)

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Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/McCoy or Kirk/Pike, daddy kink

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Laughs...slowly.

Kirk is in Pike's office, and Pike is tired of seeing his face all over again. It's not that Pike doesn't feel some sort of inkling of responsibility for his protege, but he'll be damned if Kirk doesn't play innocent, damned angel in the Admiral's office and out there a reckless devil with a penchant for outscoring everyone in his bracket while simultaneously pissing off all of his instructors.

"What're you looking for here, Kirk?" Pike asks him, because he gets it. Psych reports state that Kirk has an empty gap there, and he's got nothing to prove and yet everything. It's not like Pike's own observations haven't filled in the missing gaps.

"Seriously?" Kirk says, removing his mouth with a loud wet pop from Pike's cock. It's borderline obscene if the sight of Kirk's mouth isn't already, red and swollen and slick with precum. Kirk licks it off his lips with a talented tongue. "Right now? This can wait, right?"

"You've got a mouth on you," Pike tells him, thumb running over Kirk's lips.

"Great for sucking your cock," Kirk laughs, and takes it in his mouth, sucking it, licking it, tracing the cagina with his tongue when he pulls off and then gets off his knees to crawl on Pike's lap. It's a strangely intimate gesture that Pike knows not to think too much of--or else he'll spook. "You know what we should do this time?"

"What?"

"You should call me Daddy," Kirk says, grabbing Pike's hand to slide down his abs and then curl over his cock. His pants are somewhere tossed in the room.

"Excuse me?" Pike says, sharply, a bit of military command coming back into his voice.

Kirk's grin grows wider, and his cock gets a little harder underneath Pike's hand. "Or, I could call you that," he purrs into Pike's ear. "Daddy."

Pike is an Admiral with several many commendations on his belt and has captained the damn Enterprise. He's seen good officers die in the field, and he's been hardened by his command experience and achieved a level of discipline that cadets Kirk's age can't even recognize.

He should be ashamed, really, at how fast he cums, but Kirk doesn't let him come down from the orgasm high enough before they fuck.

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