Thursday -- Music & Lyrics
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comment_ficGood morning, everyone! Today is my last day as guest host, so thanks for playing along with me this week!
I hope no one minds if we repeat a theme, but I think this one has plenty of potential to inspire new prompts. (Plus, thanks to real life sucking, I didn't get to play last time! XD) And so, today's theme will be MUSIC & LYRICS. Again, this can be an entire song, a single line of lyrics, or just a general musical theme. If your request is a song, a link to the lyrics or perhaps a YouTube is always helpful! (Not to mention, who doesn't love broadening their musical horizons?)
Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, Your prompt. One prompt per comment.
Examples:
Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Xander/Anya, One Week
Harry Potter, Hermione/Luna, Never Let You Down
More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts.
I hope no one minds if we repeat a theme, but I think this one has plenty of potential to inspire new prompts. (Plus, thanks to real life sucking, I didn't get to play last time! XD) And so, today's theme will be MUSIC & LYRICS. Again, this can be an entire song, a single line of lyrics, or just a general musical theme. If your request is a song, a link to the lyrics or perhaps a YouTube is always helpful! (Not to mention, who doesn't love broadening their musical horizons?)
Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, Your prompt. One prompt per comment.
Examples:
Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Xander/Anya, One Week
Harry Potter, Hermione/Luna, Never Let You Down
More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts.
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Date: 2009-02-12 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 04:54 am (UTC)It's insanity.
That's the only explanation he can come up with.
All he did was not be particularly rude to the pretty waitress who served their food. He smiled -- as people do -- and thanked her when she refilled their drinks, and pretty much just treated her like a human being.
Apparently, his ex-demon fiancee felt that she was the only current human deserving of being treated like one -- at least by him.
And when he left a fair 18% tip for the girl, well -- that was an affront against both Anya and her beloved money, and therefore nigh unforgivable.
"You like her so much, go ask her for orgasms!" Anya had hotly declared as she stormed off toward the car.
The moment he climbed behind the wheel, Xander let out a startled yelp as he found himself suddenly accosted by 120 pounds of angry, passionate, determined, and incredibly sexy ex-demon.
"My orgasms are better than hers," she whispered in his ear between kisses. "I'll prove it..."
It's insanity.
And it's the particular brand of insanity in which he's chosen to spend the rest of his life.
Xander couldn't be happier.
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Date: 2009-02-12 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-09 05:21 am (UTC)"Hmm?"
Hermione looks up from her paperwork to the slight girl leaning on the doorway. She's wearing one of Hermione's old tank tops and biker shorts, her hair mussed, and she seems confused, so Hermione puts down the paperwork. Luna isn't used to living in Muggle society, and she has new questions for Hermione every day. Hermione thought at first that the questions would become annoying, but they make her look at her world with new eyes, eyes that aren't quite as world- and war-weary as they have been.
Luna is always a blessing.
"Hermione, what is a 'Rickroll?'"
Hermione laughs, and then looks at her girlfriend's puzzled face, and laughs some more. She knows Luna won't be offended. In fact, as she suspected she might, Luna breaks out into a bright grin in response and waits for Hermione to explain herself.
"It's just a prank, don't worry about it," she says when she's done giggling. She rises from her chair, stretching a little, and gives Luna a hug, pressing the blonde's petite form to hers. Luna's fingers run down Hermione's arm, and then she asks another question.
"A prank? It doesn't seem like a prank. It seems... nice."
"Huh?"
"The words are quite nice," she says, and then she begins to sing out of tune. "'Never going to give you up, never going to let you down...' It's sweet."
"Well, er." The truth of the matter is, it really is a nice song, if a bit bland. She's never even though about it before. People have relegated Astley's song to a prank or a joke between themselves, but the words... the words weren't bad.
Luna drops to humming, pressing her forehead against Hermione's, and Hermione leans out and kisses her on the cheek.
"It is sweet," she says, kissing the corner of Luna's mouth.
"Mmm," Luna says appreciatively. "I have another question. What is 4chan?"
"No more internet for you," Hermione replies, laughing. She glances back at her paperwork for a moment, and then lets it go. There was no life in paperwork, and there was plenty in Luna.
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:10 am (UTC)Nightmares, SGA, John/Rodney, Whatever Gets You Through the Night
Date: 2009-02-13 11:46 am (UTC)Nightmares
Rodney had a lot of nightmares. John knew this because Rodney liked to tell his dreams over breakfast and every single morning he had at least two new ones to tell. For a while John almost thought Rodney was exaggerating, but those doubts were evaporated when Rodney and John were watching a DVD, and Rodney fell asleep as soon as his back hit John's mattress.
Within minutes Rodney started murmuring, whimpering even and John could distinctly hear him cry 'not again.' John could always tell the moment Rodney died in his dreams because that's when his body went completely still and he looked almost peaceful. John didn't get any sleep that night, he kept a careful watch over Rodney instead.
Then the dreams changed. John first noticed in the puddlejumper, ferrying two bodies back to Atlantis, Rodney sleeping next to them, exhausted. The scream was loud enough to wake John out of his own exhaustion but it wasn't loud enough to wake the dead. John put the puddlejumper onto autopilot and checked on Rodney.
To John's surprise Rodney was still asleep, choking on his own sobs, body thrashing about on the ground. Rodney's eyes were closed but the look on his mouth was one of twisted anguish, his head was bleeding from where he fell of his seat and hit the floor. John didn't know what to do.
He wanted nothing more than to comfort Rodney, tell him that it wasn't his fault and if it wasn't for Rodney John would be dead right now. He wanted to gather Rodney in his arms, let the body heat soothe him back into a peaceful slumber. To place a gentle hand on Rodney's head and stroke his sweat and blood-soaked hair but then Rodney woke with a pained cry, eyes blinking until they could take in John hovering above him and Rodney crawled away, hiding in a corner, away from John, pointedly reminding him he should be driving.
John didn't know how to react and somehow he let Rodney persuade him into letting him fly whilst John got some sleep. John sat in the back, next to the bodies but that's not what kept him awake. He couldn't forget Rodney's cries. John's eyes focused on the small stain of blood, Rodney's blood on the floor. John didn't get any sleep that journey.
John soon learned that Rodney's worst nightmares weren't the ones where he died, but when somebody else did. Rodney's worst nightmares consisted of blood and guns, wraith and bodies, death and failure. John hated Rodney's nightmares because they meant Rodney withdrawing, spending less time with the team and more time in the labs, as if he could bring the dead back to life if he just worked hard enough.
Rodney working himself to death, that was John's nightmare. John tried not to dwell on the fact he didn't care about the dead, that the past was the past but he found himself clinging onto Rodney. As long as Rodney was alive there was hope for them all. John hated the nights where he woke up sweating, hot tears running down his face as he truly believed that Rodney had gone, left him.
John knew when Rodney had had a bad nightmare because he didn't talk about them. John wanted to ask but it wouldn't be fair since he never told Rodney about his nightmares either.
Instead, John tried to make sure he spent as much time as he could with Rodney during the day. Tried to make Rodney laugh as much as he could, tries to piss him off even more just so he could see Rodney being so alive. John tried to protect Rodney, from the Wraith, from guns, from citrus. John tried to be Rodney's best friend.
He wasn't sure how much Rodney appreciated it, although John suspected he did, but when there was work to do John pulled on his 'what would McKay do?' mantra and it usually pulled him through. When he was able to grab a few moments rest, John tried to remember the good times, Rodney waving to him, calling him by his first name, snorting at his jokes.
It was enough to get John through. For now.
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:17 am (UTC)Here's a clip, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2j7Z5Q7ZDs4
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:19 am (UTC)Song can be heard here, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poalTChx2nk
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Date: 2009-02-16 05:06 pm (UTC)Since his son died, he'd used the alcohol to detach, to escape. But like any other drug, time wore away the effects; now even when he can't stand, he can still remember. Even when he's in danger of passing out in a pile of his own vomit, he remembers.
Then there was the chase. Short lived as it was, Finding a way to fuck Dubinich had masked it as well as the alcohol, just like Eliot promised. It was far to soon before he saw his son's face in the eyes of every victim he tried to save.
Finally, there was Eliot. He knows he should have done this differently; should have turned to Eliot instead of used him... but that wasn't in his nature anymore. So he'd strung the younger man along, getting him just attached enough to care. Then he turned back to the alcohol. Not because it was enough on it's own, but because of the rage it put in Eliot's eyes. The hatred.
And all just to get that rush, the sudden actual Fear as Eliot's fist impacts the wall just beside his head. Eliot's growling, nose to nose, muttering threats under his breath that only the two of them can hear. For a moment, Nate closes his eyes, imagining that Eliot will take just one, just one of those threats and make it a reality. Physical pain, just to erase everything he has to think about.
But too soon, Eliot's voice cracks, and the heat and the danger are gone. Nate opens his eyes slowly to the sound of Eliot's boots on broken glass. To the sound of the front office door slamming. And when the world is in focus again, he finds himself alone.
The pain redoubles in his chest, and Nate wonders if the brief moment of happiness is worth the breaking sound of Eliot's heart echoing in his ears.
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-11 08:28 pm (UTC)That's us... he thinks, unable to suppress an affectionate, wistful smile as she goes on, oblivious to his secret musings. ... on the edge of a whole new life... things don't have to go this way... I could actually be with her if only I could just...
She's leaning in closer to him as she speaks, and he's suddenly forgotten what he was thinking, as the music swells in his head to an intensely emotional crescendo. She reaches out a gentle hand to tip his chin up as she speaks encouraging words to him.
And all at once, because she's suddenly become aware of the spell that seems to be drawing them closer -- it's broken.
She draws back, suddenly self-conscious -- and because she is... he is, too. He looks away, swallowing the lump that's formed in his throat, only half-listening as she keeps talking, though the topic has changed.
"I'm glad you're here. I've been wanting you to meet Captain Hammer, and he said he'd stop by..."
Panic overwhelms everything else he was feeling, and suddenly a very different style of music fills his head.
His life will never be a fairy tale romance, he knows.
Tools like Captain Hammer will always make sure of it.
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:24 am (UTC)Here's the link...I'm sorry everyone..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R-V846_Mm8
You can skip in to 1:13 if you want to get to the song faster. Sorry again!
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:29 am (UTC)I'm so, so sorry, but the temptation was too great.
Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Kink.
Date: 2016-03-07 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-12 11:45 am (UTC)Supernatural, John/Ellen, Desperado (Eagles)
Date: 2009-02-12 07:19 pm (UTC)He'll drink himself into an early grave. She's pretty sure he knows this, but she tells him anyway, taking the empty shot glass from between his restless fingers and replacing it with a full one, barely flinching at the dead gaze that he turns on her, the bitter laugh so utterly devoid of any humour as he drains half the whiskey in one swallow. He thanks her for the drink, moves away into one of the darker corners, but Ellen can feel his eyes on her for the rest of the night.
She gets a lot of hunters in the bar, a few regulars, but some just passing through. Most of the faces just come and go, but his has some pang of familiarity, something in his eyes that pulls at her memory. She flirts just a little, trying to lighten the mood, and he's courteous, but he doesn't flirt back, fixated on something in the darkness.
He holds her to his chest when Bill dies, pins her against him until she stops trying to fight, until everything drains away and she's left limp against him, eyes wet with tears, body racked with shudders. He holds her close, lets her hide herself in his shoulder until she puts herself back together. She throws him out then, slams the door hard behind him, fist catching and bleeding on the heavy wood door. The blood swims out of focus as more tears fall, but the look of torment on his face never will.
It's years before she comes to him, years that show on both their faces as she picks the lock, not bothering to keep quiet, smiling at the shotgun that's trained on her. Neither of them speaks as she locks the door again behind them, shedding her jacket and rifle as she stalks towards him, stopping just short of his chair.
He's gentler than she expected, rough hands sliding gently over her skin, cupping her breasts and holding their weight in his palms, thumbs stroking over her nipples, kissing the soft sigh from her mouth. They seem to fit together, her legs wrapped around strong hips as he pins her on the bed, lips and tongue worshiping her skin. Her own fingers skitter across his back, tracing scars and scratches, making a few of her own as he pulls her upwards, into his lap until he can drive up into her, a hand tangled in her hair as she comes.
They lie tangled together afterwards, and Ellen traces every scar on John's body, finds all the marks with her fingers and her mouth, snuggles herself against him until he sinks into exhausted sleep. She feels almost guilty as she creeps from his bed, touching the few marks he's left as she dresses quietly.
As she closes the door, his eyelids flicker, the ghost of a smile colouring his face as she walks off into the night.
Re: Supernatural, John/Ellen, Desperado (Eagles)
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Date: 2009-02-12 11:49 am (UTC)Fill (+ a little Dollhouse)
Date: 2016-04-29 12:51 am (UTC)She had no idea what other versions of himself were running around in his own head. Teyla dreamed of a John that betrayed her to the Wraith, was part Wraith, fed on her. Ronon dreamed of a John who’d killed him before the Wraith could. Keller dreamed of a John who was sadistic. Lorne dreamed of a John who was compromised, a Replicator.
The doppelganger was unprepared for what he encountered in John’s mind. Later, to hear the tale, it had been mere minutes from the time Rodney was revived to the moment he connected to John and followed the crystal entity into John’s mind to help him fend off the doppelganger.
In John’s mind, it was...hours.
The doppelganger cut a swathe of destruction through the imprints, soldier and civilian alike, because he caught them by surprise. FBI Agent and Brendan and Traci and Julian were all left prone and moaning, in pain, as the thing made a beeline for John Sheppard himself, the protector of them all. If he took down John, then there was no defense for Joe, and the doppelganger - he had to kill them all before Foxtrot John Sheppard would be well and truly dead.
Architect (John ‘Jack’ Phillips) caught the doppelganger off guard. One moment he was clawing at poor Physicist, the next he was blindfolded and...oh. Shivering as Architect bound his wrists above his head, standing just behind him, close enough for the doppelganger to feel his warmth, but not quite touching. Architect’s breath caressed the back of the doppelganger’s neck, and he shivered.
“Now you see me,” Architect whispered. He spun the doppelganger around and pressed against him, shoulder to hip to thigh, and the doppelganger moaned in pleasure.
“Now you don’t.” Architect pulled back, and the doppelganger heard the rustle of fabric as Architect unbuttoned his uniform shirt with deft fingers.
With the doppelganger distracted (sightless, unable to do more than writhe as Architect and half a dozen other imprints touched and kissed and caressed), Brian and Joe were able to help John marshal the other imprints to do battle.
When Rodney arrived in John’s mind, the imprints scattered, because Rodney could not see them, know about them, discover them. And all Rodney saw was John Sheppard, doing combat with his doppelganger and winning.
In the nights that followed, everyone else slept well (no nightmares, no sleepwalking for Lorne). But John dreamed. And Architect dreamed.
And in that little dream of a nightmare part of himself, John watched Architect take pleasure for himself that he hadn’t taken since John had come to Atlantis, and Architect remembered the kisses and touches and the delicious cant of the doppelganger’s hips as he came down Architect’s throat, and John was afraid that some small part of him actually liked what Rossum had done to him.
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:02 pm (UTC)Re: 'Do I look like something you can put in a fuckin' cage?', Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate
Date: 2009-02-16 04:20 am (UTC)“Eliot…” Nathan tries to reason, and Eliot glares at him, the gold in his eyes flaring angrily.
“No. No, Nate, you don’t get to do this!”
And Nathan closes his eyes briefly and leans back against the table because he knows Eliot’s right.
“You can’t just…” Eliot throws his hands up in disgust or annoyance – Nathan doesn’t know which – and he moves in closer, pressing up against Nathan, his hand curled into a fist where it rests against Nathan’s chest. “You don’t get to treat me like your personal attack dog,” Eliot snarls, teeth bared and eyes glaring and Nathan has never been more wary of Eliot then he is right now. “I’m not some…some fuckin’ animal.”
He pushes away, turning and stalking out of the office and Nathan just stares after him because he doesn’t know how to fix this.
“You should go after him,” Parker says, and Nathan turns his head just enough to see her step out from the shadows, shaking the darkness off herself as she steps into the light.
“Yeah?” Nathan asks, because if anyone on the team knows more about werewolves than he does, it’s probably Parker.
“Yup,” Parker nods, and she glares at him. Nathan feels the shiver ghost down his spine like a cold wind and he narrows his eyes at her, glaring right back. “You’re mean,” she says after a moment, and turns without another word, following Eliot’s path out of the office except she turns left instead of right and Nathan sighs and leaves as well, taking the right-hand hallway that leads nowhere but the emergency stairs to the roof.
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-02 02:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-12 12:23 pm (UTC)Apply some pressure, Merlin/Arthur, R-ish
Date: 2009-06-24 05:42 pm (UTC)It starts with a look as these things are prone to do. The look in question is one that Arthur let linger a bit too long when he thought Merlin didn't notice. It made Merlin think. Think of a way that this servitude to the prince might turn out to be something a little bit more enjoyable. All he needs to do is to apply some pressure in the right places.
Like by the lake a hot summers day, on the way back from yet another hunting trip. A small remark on how nice and cool the water looked and soon they're heading for nakedness. Unfortunately Arthur seems to be either immune or better at control than Merlin ever thought. Well, if you fail try again he thinks and waits for the next opportunity.
Arthur thanks all the hours of being surrounded by knights who would jump at the chance to taunt the young prince for being able to keep a cool facade that day by the lake. That night he comes with a drawn out moan with his head filled with images of Merlin wet and naked.
Merlin is a bit clumsy, he is the first to admit, but maybe not as clumsy as this. He really was rather proud of how he managed to make himself stumble just enough to trip into the horses water trough with a rather spectacular splash. It appeared surprise was the key because this time he saw a reaction before Arthur got his face in order. Water and surprise. He could work with that.
The image of Merlin's shirt clinging to him, outlining muscles hardened by physical labour, and water droplets glittering in his hair debuted in Arthur's nightly wank-material that evening.
He had plans get caught out in the rain or something similar. In fact he was so busy thinking about how to manage that that he didn't look too closely where he was walking. Suddenly his feet disappeared from under him and he heard Arthur's startled scream before he saw the sky and cold water enveloped him.
The next thing he sees is Arthur's worried face staring down at him. He's wet and Merlin tells him as much. It makes Arthur smile a relived smile and taunt him about having his head in the clouds. And maybe Merlin is a bit dizzy still because he can't help but reach out and touch that face. Arthur's smile changes and it is as if he makes a decision. Then they kiss. And it's wonderful. And that night Arthur don't need images in his head. Merlin naked and laughing in his bed is so much more satisfying.
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-12 12:25 pm (UTC)Lost, Daniel/Miles, Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Date: 2009-04-12 11:27 pm (UTC)"What, uh… What do you want?" Daniel asks, haltingly, when he notices. They've been sailing together for weeks now - Miles's skin is beginning to itch and crawl with the need to do something.
"What do you think I want?" he snaps.
Daniel blinks. It's fucking annoying. "If I knew that I wouldn't have had to ask, would I?" he says - but it isn't sarcastic, isn't cruel, isn't biting. It's genuine, and that's more than Miles is able to take.
With one hard shove he pushes Daniel back against the corridor wall, crowding in close against him. Daniel's about his height which is kinda unusual and Miles isn't quite expecting it when he finds their lips so close they could slam together and he could take from Daniel what should've been taken a while ago; use him until that innocence washes away.
"Still wandering what I want?" he growls.
Daniel's mouth wavers in uncertain confusion, and Miles pushes away from him slowly. His head is crowded and he needs to get out of this place, away from him: being near Daniel, just waiting to be corrupted, is worse than any kind of cabin fear.
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:29 pm (UTC)Lost, Charlie/Sayid, Black and Gold
Date: 2009-04-19 10:48 pm (UTC)"Do you believe in anything, Sayid?" he asks, turning his head peacefully to look at him. He's seen Sayid praying before, he thinks, but he knows little of the religion outside of the media scare-stories he'd seen before the crash. "In God and stuff, I mean."
Sayid doesn't look towards him, but that's alright. That gives him the opportunity to study his profile as if it might give him some kind of insight to the thoughts that thunder inside his mind.
It doesn't.
Sometimes Charlie thinks that Sayid Jarrah is the very definition of an enigma.
"We survived a plane crash that should have killed us all," Sayid says eventually, as if that is an answer.
Charlie thinks of the island – perfectly equipped with everything that they need to survive – and he nods, thinking that maybe that's all Sayid has to say.
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:09 pm (UTC)RPS Eric Bana/Orlando Bloom, Xanadu Soundtrack
Date: 2009-02-12 02:20 pm (UTC)Orlando made his way down the hallway, following the sound of reverberating drums. The closer he got to the master bedroom he could hear Olivia Newton-John mixed in with a warbling male voice.
Pushing open the door, Orlando leaned against the door frame, trying to hold back a grin at the sight in front of him.
Eric was in full work out mode, complete with bright neon green t-shirt and the longest pair of purple jogging shorts Orlando had ever seen.
Eric's body was sweaty as he worked through the last of his rope jumping, keeping count to the beat of the music blaring through his old beat up stereo that he'd refused to let Orlando toss out. It might be an old relic, but it still played music like a charm.
As the song wound down to a slower beat, Eric bent over to catch his breath. It was then that he spotted his lover out of the corner of his eyes.
'Shit, Orlando's home early... he'd never hear the end of it now.' Eric thought to himself.
Pushing the rainbow colored head band back up out of his eyes, Eric turned to face the music.
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:14 pm (UTC)Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHhhcKxflMY
anime song explosion
Date: 2009-02-12 01:46 pm (UTC)Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, "you are the reason for the smile on my face"
Date: 2009-03-07 11:03 am (UTC)Their lips meet - fate.
Peter's hand loses itself in his curls, holding him close and refusing to let them part; not that they would. Mohinder couldn't make himself pull back now, not if his life depended upon it.
Lost in the blackness of his closed eyes, Mohinder tastes what Peter will allow him to have. It makes him tremble. His hands shake. This is a world his imagination never took him to; he's never been attracted to another man in his life. He'd never even considered the possibility, but Peter...
Something about Peter strikes a chord within his heart. It makes him want and need and desire. His arms around Peter's waist keep him close. He hears Peter moaning, quiet and muffled, and he can't stop himself from smiling within the kiss, pressed against Peter's lips.
"You're laughing at me?" Peter mutters, parting barely a millimetre. He's smiling too now, and while he's so close that it makes Mohinder's vision blur he can see him perfectly: he can see happiness.
"Of course not," he answers before snatching a one-second kiss from Peter's mouth. "I wouldn't dare."
He silences Peter from answering by kissing him again: he thinks that if he could kiss Peter forever then his smiles would never stop.
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-12 01:51 pm (UTC)Sean's Broken Heart
Date: 2009-03-31 03:27 pm (UTC)Author: Saga Chriztine
Fandom, paring: Lotrps, Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating, warning: PG-13 to NC-17
A/N: This comes from
Beta: None so far (I'm writing in my second language, so there are most likely things that are wrong)
Word count:
Disclaimer: Do not own the characters or people. I've not done this for money.
Sean could not remember which evening in a row he was at the Black Sheep. He went there even if he knew it wouldn’t mend his heart. It would not help the least. He hated himself.
He hated that he know all to well that he always been too weak for the bottle. Thinking it had put him more into misery than help. It wasn't the last time he woken up to late, and every time he hoped that he wouldn't do it again.
But what was he now, if not there. He had drunk to much, broken promises and then done it one to many. Worse was that the only way he know was to drown the sorrow with more booze.
When he had meet Orlando, he thought this would never happen again. It was easy to stay away in the beginning, but old habits are hard to break. He loved that Orlando really tried, though everyone has their limits, and love is not always enough.
He didn't remember when he had stepped over the line and just one day Orlando had just gone. All he had left behind was a short note saying 'he had enough'.
It broke Sean's heart. It just made him going to the pub, when he simply couldn't stay in the apartment as it reminded him all too much what he lost. Even if he knew drinking would not lead him the way back to Orlando, he did not bother. He smoked too much as well, but who would care.
To the others pub guest he had driven them up to the wall with playing a song again and again, though he thought it fit him to well. He did work on his next broken heart.
***The End***
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:58 pm (UTC)[ Cold as Ice | Jack/Ianto ]
Date: 2009-03-24 01:45 pm (UTC)He lies now, with Ianto cocooned within the safety of his arms and watches him sleep; pale skin soft in the moonlight filtering through his bedroom window, his eyes a smudge of dark lashes that twitch as he dreams, his lips a plump temptation that Jack is too weak to resist as he dips his head to taste at their perceived lushness.
He strokes a finger over the sharp curve of a cheekbone and stares with barely-concealed sadness at the peace and contentment painted so clearly across Ianto's sleeping features. A sight hardly ever seen when the man is awake and functioning; for from the moment he blinks himself awake to the second he tastes his first mouthful of coffee, Ianto Jones is already hard at work rebuilding the icy fortifications protecting himself from everyone around him.
Jack knows how that feels. He's been there before. It happens all the time. In closing himself off this way, he’s throwing a fortune in feelings away and Jack knows, he knows that someday Ianto’ll pay and it hurts because he knows, knows that despite his best intentions Ianto just wants to be loved and cherished, wants someone who will be there with him to hold him and his heart and trust implicitly in the knowledge that both will be protected at all costs.
“Hey,” Ianto whispers, blinking tired eyes open.
Jack smiles down at him, kisses at his lips once more. “I love you,” he breathes, the admission soft in the pre-dawn light.
“Don’t say that,” Ianto mutters, eyes flickering away then back before he presses forward and stops further words with a kiss.
Inside, Jack breaks just a little bit. Already he can feel the barriers, cold as ice, creeping back up over Ianto’s heart.
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Date: 2009-02-12 02:00 pm (UTC)note: the lyrics are in English
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Date: 2009-11-19 09:59 am (UTC)“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nathan said putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezing.
Nathan winced and Peter watched with annoyance. Nathan never knew when to throw in the towel. Peter put his hands to the other’s shoulders and started working on the knots. Nathan dropped the pen in his right hand and let out a soft groan. He leaned back in the wooden chair and relaxed as Peter worked. There was as a peaceful silence that spread between them.
“How long has it been since you slept?” Peter asked having not missed the blood red hue of his eyes.
“Not that long. Last night. About four hours. Been like that lately. What with the wedding plans and the extra work load that came with the new job. I don’t have time to sleep,” Nathan complained and rolled his neck making it pop in three places.
“How is the wedding thing going?” Peter asked trying to keep all emotion out of his voice.
“Good. Good. She’s a great woman. Mom likes her as much as mom can like anyone. I’m almost looking forward too it,” Nathan said but there was things unsaid in the statement. Things neither of them wanted to elaborate on.
“She was a good choice then,” Peter assured him and takes his hands away as if he had been doing something wrong, “You should go to bed.”
“I never sleep well alone,” Nathan said as he stood up, his hands busying themselves with the removal of his tie.
“Your getting married next week so you won‘t have to worry,” Peter said with a cold chuckle.
“But you’re here tonight.”
“Should we still be having sleep overs?”
“Never too old for a good PJ party,” Nathan said kicking off his shoes.
Nathan wasn’t making eye contact with his brother at this point. He never did when things got emotional. Peter was used to the distance. He understood it was necessary, for Nathan anyway. Peter’s own emotions were so entangled with his brother’s that sometimes it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended.
Peter made his way into the bedroom. He tossed off his shirt and then laid down in the bed already in his sweats. He’d gotten ready to for bed hours ago, it was well past midnight now and he’d been waiting for this all night.
Nathan wandered in his feet unsteady and his shirt half off. He yawned deeply and undressed down to his boxers before crawling into bed. Nathan rested his head on the same pillow as Peter’s head even though it was a queen sized bed. He put his arms around his little brother and Peter curled into him. He put his head on the soft bed of hair on his chest and smelt the left over scent of cologne still lingering on his skin. Nathan’s arms were tight around him, protective and tender at the same time. There was no other place in the world Peter would ever be, even if it was the last place he should want to be.
Nathan stroked his hair gently and than kissed his forehead.
“Pete, I’m sorry, but I’m tired. Maybe in the morning?” Nathan promised with another yawn against his skin.
“It’s no big deal. I like this. Just holding you. I like it,” Peter said putting his ear to the other’s chest and listening. At school they had him checking heart beats all the time, but the only one that mattered to him was this one.
“Me too, kid,” Nathan said leaning down and kissing his cheek. His hands went to the back of Peter’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. His fingers stroked there for a moment then down his arm. Finally he rested it on the small of his back before hugging him again.
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