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Grey's made me cry again, Skins made me squee, BSG made me its bride (I swear I will love that show 'til death do us part). Hustle is disappointing me, so is Leverage (finally watched more than the pilot). Time for Dollhouse yet?


Comment with a fandom, character(s) or pairing, and a prompt (word, quotation, picture, etc.) and I will try to fill as many requests as I can. You're allowed to make more than one request. Crossover requests are also allowed.

Date: 2009-01-30 02:35 pm (UTC)
vae: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vae
Iiii don't know if you've read Swordspoint. Fail. Um. So.

Lucifer Box, Lucifer/Charlie, aesthetics

Date: 2009-01-30 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
I have not. So I fail, clearly.


"I am not," Charlie says, eyes flashing, "one of your stupid models."

I raise an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Sir," he adds through clenched teeth.

I don't say anything. Yes, I, Lucifer Box, remaining quiet when I could answer with such dazzling repartie. Sometimes the best repartie lies in actions rather than words.

I walk up to him, eyebrow still raised but in a display of quite a different sort of appreciation. He doesn't flinch, but it's a struggle not to lose a bit of his nerve. I fist a hand in the hair at the back of his head and kiss him possessively, biting at his lips in just the way that makes his breath catch. When I pull back his lips remain parted, pink and entirely too kissable.

Nobody ought to look quite as delicious as Charlie Jackpot when he's flustered. Plush lips, wide blue eyes, a disarray of hair falling onto his forehead, the strong line of his jaw, everything about him a pleasure to the eye, foreshadowing a pleasure to all the other senses.

"Your aesthetics, my dear Charles, truly ought to be committed to posterity. It is not a request, I will paint your portrait." I lean in and suck at his earlobe, hear the sharp intake of his breath, feel his hands on my waist, the strength in them. I whisper a low promise. "Even if I have to fuck you unconscious to achieve my goal."

And what a glorious sight Charlie would make, abandoned in a haze of lust on my messed up sheets. Silk, and only the best.

"In fact, I think I'll do just that either way."

And I do, in fact, do just that.

Date: 2009-01-30 04:42 pm (UTC)
vae: (Lucifer Box: text: fish/poisson)
From: [personal profile] vae
No, you don't, but you really should read it. You'd rather like Alec, I'm sure of it. And Richard. And Alec and Richard. And I think I might adore Michael.

Speaking of, I do, of course, adore this. Nnngh fucked out Charlie. Yesyes. Beautiful.

Date: 2009-01-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
Another Alec? lol. Ahem. I will! At some point. Some day.

Heee! The image is very pleasing to both Lucifer and myself.

Date: 2009-01-30 08:47 pm (UTC)
vae: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vae
Well, sort of another Alec. It's the name he gives first, anyway. He's deliciously elusive. And delights in provoking fights so Richard has to defend his honour.

Date: 2009-01-30 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
HAHAHA I was coming to ask for Lucifer as well XD awesome. I would not say no to more of that if you're up for it ooor... I hate to be predictable and ask for GeoffnWat so I will ask for Will Shakespeare and Kit Marlowe instead :D :D :D

THERE ARE THINGS YOU WRITE WHICH NO ONE ELSE DOES AND I REALLY NEED MORE OF IN MY LIFE.

(also- saw a commercial for Dollhouse the other day! yay! close!)

Date: 2009-01-30 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
Heeee love with PLEASURE. Nobody but you and Brix would ever request them two. But they are made of so much LOVE made out of words. :D Give me a prompt, love. No guarantee I'll get to it tonight, but I'll try this weekend. Else on Monday!

Date: 2009-01-30 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
PROMPT I forgot a prompt. umm. winter. <3

Date: 2009-01-30 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
Kit was lounging in bed. It was an awfully tempting sight to behold, and William had already twice laid his work to rest to pay his homages to his dear friend's body.

He was back to his play, however, and horribly struggling with the first line. It was vexing, that. He had the rest of the first scene down, but for the introducing speech. His hunchback simply had to set the scene for the audience.

A clicking sound kept coming from his bed. Kit was cleaning his nails.

"Have you not things to do, Kit?" William asked with irritation when he could take no more.

"I'm sorry, dear, am I inconveniencing you?"

Onyx eyes, and William near surrendered at the sight of them. The joy playing there, like unto pebbles thrown into a lake by playful children.

"Yes," he said with all the resolve he could muster. "I'm endeavouring to write. You might be vaguely familiar with the exercice."

"Oh, no," Kit replied with a note of quiet horror in his voice. "William. I never endeavour. I merely succeed."

"Will you kindly succeed in letting me work in peace?"

"I shall do better," Kit replied, and stood from the bed. It hardly helped William's concentration. "What is it that is causing you trouble? Still your hunchback?"

"Ay," he admitted in a sigh. "He has been enbittered by a life lived as a deformed villain and now sees his resplendant brother ascend to the throne, but I cannot for the life of me find my first line."

"It lies not in his deformity," Kit said, his hand on William's neck, fingers playing with his hair. "Start with the brother. Start with history. Your audience will relate to it. Then only, the true crux of the matter, the deformity. Would you love me quite as much if I were a hunchback, Will?"

"Would you?" he retorted, biting on his thumb's nail.

Kit chuckled, a sound like warm wax dripping down William's spine. "Of course not, dear."

"Now is the time of our discontent," Will said, testing the words out loud, but Kit immediately tutted.

"That won't do. Where is the imagery?" He smiled, as seductive as the serpent was to Eve, and sank to his knees beside William. "Now is the..." His eyes fleeted to the window, the snow piling up on the ledge.

"Winter," William acknowledged as he followed his gaze.

"Of our discontent," Kit finished approvingly. "And now that you have your first line, Master Shakespeare, would you care to keep me warm ere I proclaim myself in the winter of my abandonment?"

"Made glorious summer," William continued, inked feather scribbling on the page, "by this sun of York. You are a true friend, Kit."

"I am your true lover, William," Kit countered, and all of a sudden William became aware of a hand on his thigh, another one underneath his jerkin and shirt, on the bare skin of his back. "And I am a demanding lover."

"Ay," William grinned, feeling as if he were walking on clouds. "I have my first line, and you to thank for it. Let me show you the depth of my gratitude, Kit."

His jerkin and shirt did not long remain on his body.

Date: 2009-01-30 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
"Oh, no," Kit replied with a note of quiet horror in his voice. "William. I never endeavour. I merely succeed."

hahahahaha OH KIT. I have such boundless love XD And his smug is totally justified because he is brilliant ♥

They are so very pretty, and clearly have the best ideas for what to do with a snowy day. It's amazing how much imagery- and hotness- you manage to pack into such a short ficlet. I love this, and them, and yooouuuu :D <3 THANK YOU YAY

Date: 2009-01-30 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
AHAHAHAH OH GOD WHY CAN I SEE IT SO WELL. Thank you for requesting this AND THANK YOU FAN for writing it.

Date: 2009-01-30 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
::high fives!:: I figured whichever I didn't request, you would have covered XD AND I WAS RIGHT. ::gleeeeewriggle::

Date: 2009-01-30 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
the heathen thinks an au isn't a prompt. PFFFFF.

Date: 2009-01-30 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
I guess with us it is sort of more like a clarification, as "au" tends to be the default setting. default setting of awesome.


....fish? really.




THAT IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN PLAY WITH ICONS :( I will buy paid time when I get Tod's but I have yet to even put in my request, oops. I'm waiting for the day you can just buy icons without paid time... it is supposed to be coming! ::grump::

Date: 2009-01-30 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
default setting of SWEET JESUS MORE. ...what's wrong with fish? i like fish.

awwwwwwWWWWW BOYS. i thought that time had come now, when you could just buy icons? perhaps i am confuseded.

Date: 2009-01-30 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
I think it's still the setup of having to get a paid account first and then you can buy more space from there. but they've been talking about making it so that you can just buy icon space. because I do not need any other aspects of a paid account. so hopefully that can happen soonish! PLEASE, LJ? PLZ? (if I'm wrong and they already have that option then maybe I just fail at finding it?)

I always want more GeoffnWat, true fact. and there's nothing wrong with fish. I like fish too. yay fish!

Date: 2009-01-30 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
YOU'RE WELCOME. *GRINS* I still feel like I don't do them justice. Especially since I haven't watched that movie in ages. Far too long!

Date: 2009-01-30 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
well i think i know what you should be doing tonight, then!

Date: 2009-01-30 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
YOUR ICON GIVES ME THE SQUEES. And I need some more of the squees right now. You're very welcome! My pleasure. For real.

Date: 2009-01-30 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] havenstar.livejournal.com
AREN'T THEY SO FREAKING CUTE? B made it. I would say "oh Petrellis" but that's actually just Milo and Adrian. what the hell, boys. I love how shamelessly handsy they are.

Your writing gives me squees by the bucketful so I am glad to help give you some, too <3

Date: 2009-01-30 07:29 pm (UTC)
vae: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vae
You said more than one is okay, yes? And I finally, FINALLY read Nightrunners, so, please?

Seregil/Alec, lesson

Date: 2009-01-30 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
His joke fell flat; she found an excuse and walked away.

Alec watched her go, his heart heavy with failure. Seregil had given him a simple exercice for practice, but he was not cut out to charm anyone.

"That's not the way to do it," a voice said, close to his ear.

It caused him to start; not much, but enough for Seregil to chuckle.

"Sometimes you're just hopeless," he murmured with amusement, which only caused Alec to glare.

"I'm not meant for all this! The fancy parties, talking to women..."

"You'll learn," Seregil retorted, pushing a strand of his own hair behind his ear.

He was dressed the lord tonight, and Alec the lord's protégé. And as he was watching Seregil and the play of candlelight in his eyes, he saw his expression grow from amused into serious, the expression he wore when he was teaching Alec something.

"It's not about the jokes, Alec," he was told all too solemnly. "It's about the looks. The smiles. The tone of your voice. The small touches. Watch me."

And he did. He watched as Seregil walked up to Alec's mark and leaned in close to whisper something in her ear that made her simultaneously smile, duck her head, and blush. He watched as Seregil laid two fingers on her arm as he told her something; a fleeting touch, with lasting effect. He watched Seregil's expression, intimate in the midst of the crowd. He watched his smile, charming and admiring both. He watched it all with unease growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Lesson learned?" Seregil asked, some twenty minutes later, when he joined Alec again. The mark kept casting glances his way. "It's not about wit. It's not about showing how smart you are. Lose your self-consciousness, Alec, lose your need to impress. Notch up your charm, you've got plenty enough as it is."

Alec's eyebrows raised despite himself and warmth suffused his chest. He was thankful that Seregil kept talking, however, as he would not have known what to answer.

"Your turn," Seregil said, and maybe Alec was not so thankful about what it was exactly that Seregil said. "This one, over there." He indicated a woman about twenty years older than Alec. "Show me."

Alec finished his glass, grabbed another one off the tray of a servant, and went and showed him. Somberly he went, but successfully he showed him.

"I had her wrapped round my little finger!" he exclaimed happily when he went back to Seregil.

The 'faie was laughing, but it didn't feel as if he were laughing at Alec when he put his hand in the small of the young man's back. "Yes, Alec, you did. Lesson learned."

"Is it?" Alec asked, feeling as though his pride radiated for him.

"I could almost've been jealous," Seregil added, and his smile, well Alec had to wonder if it was the same act he presented anyone. A smile that promised wonders.

But then it was gone, as was the hand on his back, and Seregil smiled warmly, without anything hidden behind it. "Come, let's introduce you to some important people. You can wind them round your little finger."

Date: 2009-01-30 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
i have no issues with being predictable. geoff/wat, au.

Date: 2009-01-30 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
:DDD Prompt me or I am useless!

Date: 2009-01-30 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
an au is so a prompt, you infidel! ummm. fish.

Date: 2009-01-30 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
It is so not! Not enough of a prompt, anyway. It's more like a subdivision of a fandom. Or something. I will get on that fish prompt when I can! Mwah!

Date: 2009-01-30 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadesofbrixton.livejournal.com
LOL I'm sorry, Jules and I were rereading all the AUs last night and THEY ARE ALIVE IN ME. Which sounds gross. Thank you, darling. :*

Date: 2009-01-31 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fan-elune.livejournal.com
Bar's runnin' without his help. Actually, Lewis kicked him out of his own bar, his own bar, because it wasn't his shift. That didn't go over without a long string of half-worded insults and curses, mind, but Lewis can be just as stubborn as Wat. Gorram arrogant idiotic brother of his. Thinks he owns the place just 'cause he can juggle bottles and shaker when he's makin' a cocktail, fancy style. Wat cares nothin' for that fancy stuff.

Bar's runnin' without his help and there ain't nothin' left to do for Wat. Geoff's in his room, as in the place where he keeps his typewriter, and Wat knows better than to disturb him when he's writin'. Roland's workin', William's workin', and he's just left here with time on his hands and nothin' to fill it with. So he goes walking, and he finds a stream, and all of a sudden it seems like the best idea in the 'verse.

"What are you trying to do?" comes the well-known voice, after a while that seems like an hour or so.

An hour or so and Wat's got nothin' to show for it but wet trousers and a wet shirt, and he thinks he might be gettin' a sunburn, too. His skin feels too hot. He's rolled up his sleeves and the bottom of his trousers but it didn't help none and they're soaked through.

"Shuddup," he tells Geoff, without even turning around to look at him.

He stays where he is, standing in the middle of the stream, impossibly still (he don't like stillness), hands at the ready. The moment he sees a quick shape swim past him he lunges forward, but those gorram things are slippery as hell and the fish just gets away.

"I don't think you're meant to do it with your bare hands, you know," comes Geoff's voice again.

"Shuddup," he reiterates, voice gruff, tension in his shoulders working up to a complicated web of kinks all across his back.

He's gotta stay still. Fish get away if you make a move. Now he wants fish for dinner and he'll have fish for dinner, gorrammit.

There's a quiet noise of splashing water and the upcoming fish swims away from Wat, further to the right in the stream. He scowls, and turns his glare onto Geoff, who's rolled up the bottom of his own trousers and is headed for him with that impossibly beaming grin on his face. Idiot.

"You scared it away!"

"I didn't see you having much more success before I came and disturbed the waters," Geoff points out oh so reasonably, which makes Wat want to pummel something.

"What do you want? I'm trying to catch dinner."

Geoff's lips twitch, but he does well not to laugh. A thorough fonging might have been called for if he'd laughed. "I'll buy us fish for dinner. You're redder than a bucket of tomatoes, Wat. Come in the shade with me."

"I won't go nowhere with the likes of you."

He's not mad at Geoff for writing; he knows he needs it not like breathing, because you need to breathe to survive but it don't give you no pleasure, but rather like Wat needs food.

"Come now," Geoff says, wrapping his long arms around Wat's shoulders and planting a kiss on his lips whether Wat wants it or not (he does).

"Shuddup and let me fish."

"I'll shut up when I'm dead," Geoff points out with a smug grin.

"I'll make you shut up," Wat retorts, and he's still scowlin' when he kisses Geoff, full of love and fury, to make him.

For a while, in the middle of that stream, Geoff does shut up. Eventually, he buys them fish for dinner.

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