Meme of death!
Jan. 12th, 2010 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
munninHey F-list.
I’m trapped at home by a fierce heat wave and feeling listless. I need your help to get me writing so I’m calling out for prompts.
I’ve got a board of ideas but need your help. Pick a prompt and a fandom or pairing and I’ll do my best to write it for you. I’m open to everyone – Tribe, Speed, Bats X-fans and anyone else who might find this.
Please guys, help me get my head back in the game.
Munnin
#01 - Motion | #02 - Cool | #03 - Young | #04 - Last | Top Gear, for tommyboybbi |
DCU, Tim/Kon/Bart for kirax2 | #07 - One | #08 - Thousand | Underworld 3, Lucien/Raze for rekindle956 | #10 - Learn |
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, for oxymoronic | #12 - Wait | Doctor Who, Doctor & companion for mladshaya_voran | #14 - Command | DCU, Dick/Roy for byday_bynight |
Marvel, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck | Speed Racer, Speed/X for oxymoronicOriginal, Dan's magic 8ball for mladshaya_voran | Torchwood, Jack/PC Andy for itsjustc | Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy | Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74 |
Sanctuary, Henry/Ashley for tiwtin | Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy | Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74 | Doctor Who, Ten/Jack/Master for itsjustc | The Tribe, Slade/Jack for itsjustc |
DCU, Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume | DCU, Tim/Kon for kirax2 | #28 - Fortune | Marvel, Frank/Matt for ms_duck | DCU, Jason/Tim, for shiny_glor_chan |
#31 - Book | Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, for oxymoronic | #33 - Never | #34 - Sing | DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight |
DCU,Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume | #37 - Time | #38 - Wash | #39 - Torn | The Tribe, Luke for itsjustc |
The Tribe, Ram/Mega for itsjustcTaylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic | Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, for bragi_gwydion | Original, after Gabriel for mladshaya_voran | DCU, Bruce/young Dick for byday_bynight | Sanctuary, Will/Henry for Tiwtin |
Speed Racer, Speed/??? for roadrunner74 | Speed Racer, Speed/Rex for princessezzy | DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight | Marvel, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck | Torchwood, Jack/Adam for itsjustc |
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Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 02:54 am (UTC)Frank watched the blind man move across the broken pavement, gracefully confident despite the cane and glasses. From his perch on the rooftop he could see the punks moving in, street filth who would rob a blind man for the change in his pocket. He holstered his gun, wanting to make this close and personal. As he started climbing down, he hoping the blind man had the smarts to keep him attackers talking long enough.
Matt tilted his head, reading the echoes of footfalls around him, feeling the solid wood of his cane as he shifted it in readiness. His attackers leapt without preamble, four of them coming at him at once. He grinned, their loud and brash movements made them easy to track. The first fell as he lashed out, his footing sure as the cane stuck the gang-banger’s chin, sending him reeling. It took him only moments to take them all down, their moans making a satisfying fretwork patterns across his vision.
But another sound pulling his up short. Another man, moving softly with the controlled care of a hunter. “So what are you waiting for?” He called, cane held low in an aggressive stance. The man smelt of gun grease and hunger...
But the wrong hunger – it wasn’t blood lust Matt could sense but something deeper...hotter...
“For a blind man you fight well.” Frank muttered, stepping out into the open.
“And for a gunman you’re awfully close.” Matt replied, moving to match the other man’s stance.
Frank shrugged. “They were a pack of asses. I didn’t want to waste bullets on them.”
Matt’s stance shifted minutely into something more defensive. “You’ve not with them?”
“Nope. Thought you might need a hand. Clearly I was wrong.”
Matt’s breathing hitched as Frank stepped closer. There were waves of heat coming off this man, a heat his own body was answering. “I don’t need your help.”
“So I see.” Frank whispered, talking in the hard lines of the younger man’s body as he stepped inside the blind man’s guard. “So? What is it you do want?”
Re: Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 03:03 am (UTC)Re: Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 03:30 am (UTC)Re: Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 03:48 am (UTC)Um, if you're not sick of them: Need, Frank/Matt? |D
Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:14 am (UTC)“You don’t want my help.” Frank said, his voice flat and even as he reached for the needle, holding it over the flame to sterilise it, “but you do need it. That fancy suit of yours isn’t much chop against armour piercing rounds.”
“How’d you even know it was me?” He challenged, clenching his teeth against the pain as Frank went to work on the bullet holes in his shoulder.
Frank shrugged, pulling the first knot tight. “I’ve seen you fight. The suit doesn’t change the way you move that much.”
Matt nodded slowly, accepting the information for later reference and struggling to keep his breathing even.
“Stay still.” Frank growled without malice as Matt flinched, the needle pulling at the soft skin of his collarbone. “It’ll be over soon.”
Matt sighed, trying to relax as Frank’s broad hand stretched over his stomach, testing the depth of the graze there. The feel of the older man’s calloused fingertips, strong but gentle on the sensitive skin of his belly made Matt’s breathe hitch and his muscles flutter.
“Would that be a want or a need?” Frank asked with a chuckle as Matt guided his hand lower, gently squeezing the younger man though his suit.
Matt shrugged, instantly regretting it as the stitches pulled. “Can’t it be a bit of both?”
Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:16 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:19 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:22 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:27 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:32 am (UTC)I'm sorry, you right them well, I can't help it. |D
Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 12:34 pm (UTC)The sound of the percussive sonic grenade overwhelmed Matt’s senses. King Pin was getting smart, feeling out his weaknesses and it was working. The sheer volume of it was like having the sun shined directly into his brain, destroying all hope of fighting his way free. Trusting only his sense of touch and his memory of the building, Matt cracked open his cane, readying the grapnel. If he could just get to higher ground till his head cleared.
There was a sharp sensation as he fired and the cable when slack in his hand. His jump line was cut. A blow to the shoulder sent him tumbling before he could ready the halves of his cane in defence. Others added to it, kicks and punches that left him no chance to find his feet.
And then there was that smell - the thick, coy smell of gunpowder.
Frank’s gunpowder. A blend as individual as the man’s own scent. Matt stayed down as bullets lanced across the room, feeling someone move close to him. A broad hand, callused and strong, rested on his throat, confidently seeking Matt’s racing pulse.
It didn’t matter that he couldn’t hear Frank’s words, or see the shadow echo of the older man’s form in the darkness. It didn’t matter that King Pin’s actions may have robbed him of more of his senses, even just temporarily. It was enough to know Frank was there. That was enough to make Matt feel safe.
Re: Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 01:35 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for writing this! :D
Re: Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 01:39 pm (UTC)Re: Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 02:24 pm (UTC)Is it okay to request more? |D
Re: Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 11:48 pm (UTC)Re: Safe - Frank/Matt for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-13 12:03 am (UTC)That feeling is mutual! :D
Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:32 am (UTC)I think it's time for bed for me. |D