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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Date: 2010-01-12 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-12 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-12 02:24 am (UTC)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?”
Jason/Tim, #30 ghost for shiny_glor_chan
Date: 2010-01-12 02:57 am (UTC)“I refuse to point out the irony of that statement coming from you.” Tim huffed, trying to sound calm.
But Jason refused to bite. It was classic Tim defection. “Come on kid. You gotta talk to me here.”
Tim swayed slightly, still spinning. “I thought I saw him Jay. Just for a moment. On top of the Watch tower.”
Jay bit back a sigh. The gargoyle on the left side, Bruce’s favourite place to survey what had once been his city “Maybe it was just Dick fooling around.”
Tim looked up at him, his ice blue eyes stained with unshed tears. “Dick never goes up there, especially not in the suit. You know that.” He closed his hand round Jason’s upper arm, leaning in for support.
Jason ran a hand though Tim’s hair, tousled and sweat-lank from Red Robin’s cowl. “When was the last time you slept more than three hours in a row?” The younger boy shrugged. “Yer pushing yourself too hard.”
“I’m not losing it.” Tim growled, at once defensive about his metal state. “I know what I saw.”
Jay wanted to argue but it wasn’t worth getting Tim wound up again. One of the few things he and Dick agree on was that Tim needed time to settle back into life in Gotham, life without Bruce. “How ‘bout you get some sleep Babybird and we’ll go up and have a look in the morning?”
“I don’t...I don’t sleep much anymore.” Tim mumbled, leaning into Jason’s embrace as the older Robin guided him towards the bed.
“I think I’ve got a few tricks that’ll help with that.” Jay whispered, gratified as Tim shuddered in his arms. “Let me take care of you Babybird. Let me help.”
As Tim’s breathing turned ragged and his fingers clenched in Jay’s hair, Jason silently prayed that Bruce would honour his promise and stay a ghost in their lives.
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:00 am (UTC)(I'm sooooo predictable!)
Re: Hunger, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck
Date: 2010-01-12 03:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-12 03:04 am (UTC)(Make it angsty?)
Tim/Kon #27 Hide for kirax2
Date: 2010-01-12 03:28 am (UTC)“What are you doing here Superboy?” Robin growled, not turning his head to acknowledge Kon’s presence.
“Looking for you.” Kon replied in what he hoped was a friendly tone. “It’s not like you to be late for a Titan weekend. Or to piss off and hide on the roof as soon as you arrive.”
“I’m hardly hiding.” Tim’s tone became darker, more threatening as Kon got closer.
“But you are.” Kon said softly. He reached out to touch his friend, unsurprised as the other boy flinched away. “You’re hiding behind Robin again.”
Tim moved away sharply, stopping just outside the range of Kon’s TTK. “You don’t know the real me.”
Kon felt the reproof like a slap across the face. “Maybe not but I want to.” He took another step closer, pausing just in case but Robin didn’t stop him; the masked vigilante stood stock still as Kon eased towards him.
“You don’t want to know me Kon. The real me will get you hurt.”
“I’m willing to risk that.” Kon whispered, close enough now that he could touch Robin if he wanted to but the youth was still braced, ready to fight or flee. He might be a metahuman but Kon was still pretty sure Robin could wipe the floor with him.
Tim took a deep breath, seemingly fighting to hold on to some semblance of control. “Don’t do this Kon.”
“I’m your friend.” Kon urged as he raised his hands to rest on Tim’s shoulders. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”
As his back hit the wall and Tim's tongue filled his mouth, hands clawing at his shirt as their bodies collided, Kon wondered if he’d regret that promise.
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
#45 Naked Will/Henry Sanctuary for Tiwtin
Date: 2010-01-12 03:56 am (UTC)“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Will asked, not taking his eyes off his lover. Henry was sprawled out over the bed, his body slick with sweat from their exertions.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re reading me Will. Like your freaky little brain is analysing my every reaction.”
Will cocked his head, still not taking his eyes off Henry. “I thought you liked my freaky little brain.”
Henry growled, grabbing Will’s outstretched leg to pull him closer to break his concentration. “I do but...”
“But what?” Will asked, his tone softening as he moved down the bed to lie at Henry’s side. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Well done genus.” Henry muttered sarcastically, humming as Will’s fingers carded through his chest hairs. “It makes me feel naked.” He conceded quietly. “Like you can see everything going on in my head.”
Will smiled a little sadly, twisting meet his lover’s eye. “I just what to learn the best ways to make you happy. I’m sorry that it made you uncomfortable.”
Henry tweaked a smile at Will’s heart-wrenching sincerity. “So? Developed any theories Dr Zimmerman?”
“A few.” Will grinned, brushing his thumb over Henry’s nipple ring in a way that never failed to make the werewolf moan.
“Well,” Henry started, pulling Will on top of him, moaning again as his lover straddled his hips. “Maybe you should consider being a good scientist and put them into practice?”
“Gladly.”
Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume
Date: 2010-01-12 04:40 am (UTC)Tim tried to ignore his name being called out, ducking in and out of the late night shopping crowd to loss his tail but a hand wrapped around his wrist, jerking him back.
“What the fuck Drake? Why are you ducking me?” Bernard’s expression was dark and hard as he pulled Tim into a shadowed corner of the market, throwing the youth against the wall.
Tim took the tirade, his head down as he let Bernard press him against the bricks.
But the lack of reaction only made Bernard angrier. “Three years Drake. Everything goes to fuck at the school and you vanish. Not a fucking word from you! No idea if you’re even alive! Fuck man I thought we were friends. You could have at least said goodbye!”
“No. I couldn’t.” Tim’s voice barely above a whisper.
His broken tone made Bernard check his rage and he leant back, letting the blocked light fall of Tim’s face. The youth right cheek was mottled with bruising, maybe a few days old and a covered wound on the side of his throat oozed blood. “Shit Drake! What happened?”
“Two much...too fast...couldn’t risk seeing you...” Tim drooped in his arms as if fighting to hold himself up. “You should go...before it’s too late...”
“No dice Drake. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“You must.” Tim checked suddenly, seeing something over the blond’s shoulder and pulling Bernard further into the shadows. “You have to go now. Before he sees you.”
“What are you talking about Drake?” Bernard cradled Tim’s cheek, carefully stroking around the bruises. “Whatever it is you’re gotten yourself into I promise I’ll help get you out. We’ll go to the police together. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Tim chuckled bitterly, bringing Bernard’s hand to his lips. “It’s too late for that now. I’m sorry.” He pushed up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss on Bernard’s lips. “I love you Bernard. And I’m sorry. At least this time I got to say goodbye.”
Tim moved to duck back out into the crowd but Bernard caught his wrist, dragging him back in for another kiss, deeper and harder than the first. Tim’s breathing hitched as Bernard pulled him close, pouring years of missed opportunity and regret into that one moment. As they broke for air, Tim broke for cover, vanishing into the crowd in a heartbeat.
As Bernard fell against the wall, eyes closed and his head spinning, Jason slid the knife from his belt and eased himself into the shadows at the blond’s side. “Hello lover-boy.”
Re: Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume
Date: 2010-01-12 05:07 am (UTC)YESSSS.
Please tell me there is more?! There needs to be more!
Re: #45 Naked Will/Henry Sanctuary for Tiwtin
Date: 2010-01-12 05:07 am (UTC)Bless his freaky little brain. Very sexy and cute fic!
*loves*
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: Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume
Date: 2010-01-12 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:19 am (UTC)Re: #45 Naked Will/Henry Sanctuary for Tiwtin
Date: 2010-01-12 05:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-12 05:22 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:22 am (UTC)Re: Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume
Date: 2010-01-12 05:24 am (UTC)I am lucky enough to be in a lovely airconditioned office. Plus I don't think its as hot here as it is down there. It's only 33 today.
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Date: 2010-01-12 05:26 am (UTC)Re: Need, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck
Date: 2010-01-12 05:27 am (UTC)