COMMENTFIC MASTERPOST
COMMENTFIC MASTERPOST
Please note my propensity for turning completely tame prompts into filthy, dirty porn. I have a talent deviant mind.
Fills are posted chronologically within fandoms - logic would dictate that quality would go up as you read further down the lists, as I'd have had more practice at the time of writing, but I am not convinced that's how it's played out in practice. I post commentfic memes periodically, so if you've seen something you like here, please comment on one of those and I'll write a fill for you! HOORAY.
Please note my propensity for turning completely tame prompts into filthy, dirty porn. I have a talent deviant mind.
- Star Trek (XI & TOS)
- Author's Choice, blue eyes and lullabyes (STXI, Winona Kirk)
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=878329#t878329
The first birthday is not an easy one for Winona - she can't help but see ghost images of his father when she looks into her baby's eyes. The Baby's First Starship playset his brother picks out for his present doesn't help, but she keeps up her smile through singing and cupcakes, more for little George's sake than for Jimmy's.
She doesn't cry when she rocks them to sleep, little ones worn out from playing, but her voice shakes a little through the lullaby that her husband used to sing their oldest son.
- Star Trek, Leonard/Jocelyn, "Kiss me, flick your cigarette and kiss me." (No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand)
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=969465#t969465
"Not another 'smoking kills' lecture, Leonard... not now, not tonight," she sighs, exhaling clouds.
Crickets and cicadas fill the silence before he steps across the deck and folds his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "No, darlin', not tonight."
She flicks her cigarette, turns her head, and meets his lips with hers.
- Star Trek, author's choice, Are you running away from something or to something?
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1140217#t1140217 (because FUCK ANGST)
Kirk turned his head as Sulu sprinted towards him and past, yelling, "CAPTAIN, EMERGENCY."
"Sulu, where are you running?" shouted Kirk, alarmed, rising from his crouch, handing the tricorder back to Spock, and chasing after him, Spock close on his heels.
"It's not where I'm running to," replied Sulu over his shoulder, tearing through underbrush and up a rocky incline as a massive roar emanated from the trees behind them, "it's what I'm running from."
- ST XI, Sulu/Chekov, "and he volunteered even though his hand to hand training was in fencing!"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1106937#t1106937
"Pavel," sighed Sulu, setting his lunch on the table and sliding into a seat across from him, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about the six different first- and second-year cadets who came up to me between classes today to ask for private fencing lessons, would you?"
Pavel raised his eyebrows innocently and looked at the ceiling as he replied, "I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about - I may have mentioned something about you saving Cadet- ach, Captain Kirk... and maybe about how you defeated two armed Romulans in hand-to-hand combat with only a sword... and perhaps the fact that you volunteered to leap from a shuttlecraft to a drill platform with only a parachute and a sword, and could have died, and saved the day, and are big fencing hero... but, you know, was just amusing anecdote."
Sulu colored deeply and stared down at his plate for a moment; when he looked up, he was wearing a sheepish grin and reached across the table to muss Chekov's hair, saying, "You know, you're going to give me an ego bigger than Kirk's if you keep this up," with a wink.
- Star Trek, Scotty/author's choice. Three years into their mission Jim tries his hand at match making because he wants everyone to be as happy as he and Bones are.
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1153785#t1153785 (Firefly crossover)
"Look, I'm not saying anything, I just think you should at least talk to her," said Kirk as he took a sip of his coffee, indicating the far corner of the mess with a tilt of his head.
"Oh, aye, I'm sure," grumbled Scotty, "and if this is anywhere near as good as the time you set me up with that lass from Maranga IV... where's this one from, by the way, what's her name?"
"Frye, sir, Ensign Kaylee, pleased to meet you," said the girl in red, beaming as she approached their table - "just transferred to Enterprise engineering from the Starfleet base on Persephone - and I want to say, sir, I've never been on a ship this shiny, she sure is pretty... I did have a question about the fabrication compound for the coils in the impulse drives, though..." and at that point Kirk stood up and walked away, chuckling, leaving the bewildered but pleased-looking Scotty behind.
- Star Trek, McCoy, "He simply said, Please. Please, I need to live"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1277689#t1277689
"I wasn't going to just let him die, obviously, but it was the 'please' that caught me up... so I asked him, 'Tell me, son, what's so important - what have you got here that's worth so much to you?'"
"And what did he say?" prompted Kirk, refilling their glasses from the shared bottle.
"What else - 'true love,' as though that ever did any good to anybody with a decent head on his shoulders," replied Bones with a snort of jaded derision; Kirk chuckled, leaned across the table and kissed him, saying, "Maybe it's the only thing that really does."
- Star Trek, Jim/Bones, This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1277177#t1277177
This Final Frontier is a vacuum, darkness and silence, and when the hull finally rips apart it's taking them all with it and their screams will die before they ever leave their throats, tossed with bits of the Enterprise herself to burn up before they're ever found.
She's in Red Alert, and everything that can be done has been done, and Scotty's stopped replying from Engineering, head in his hands, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes; Uhura has left her station to sit quietly with Spock, his fingers on her temples; most of the crew has found their own way of coping, or not, but it's looking increasingly certain that everyone aboard is going to die.
Kirk's never been so beaten before - never, never ever, he always finds a way, it's what he does, and he fights back hysterical laughter as he paces the bridge, raging, wracking his brains for a solution that isn't there - it's the end, the end for all of them, and the doctor comes up behind him so quietly that when Kirk turns to pace back he walks dead into him, and they stare at each other for a moment, registering finality and pain, and then they hold each other, hold bodies, hold breaths, and with a whimper their whole world ends.
- Star Trek, Kirk/any, shut up and kiss me
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1329401#t1329401 (Kirk/Sulu)
"The forms are completely different," continued Kirk, sitting across from Sulu in the locker room, each sweaty from sparring, towels wrapped around waists, "and it's been a long time since I've gotten such a workout from hand-to-hand - you're really a hell of a fighter, I mean, seriously, how much time do you spend working out to get arms like -"
"With all due respect, Captain," Sulu interrupted, breathing hard, "I can think of better uses for your mouth right now than discussing the finer points of armed versus unarmed combat training."
"Noted, Lieutenant," replied Kirk with a grin, and their mouths clashed together, continuing the battle with tongues.
- Star Trek, Chekov, who was that masked man?
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1328121#t1328121
Young Pavel felt certain he would faint with fright, surrounded by armed banditos on horseback in the hot town square, when suddenly a strong arm reached down, pulled him up onto the back of a horse, and carried him over to safety, placing him down gently out of harm's way.
Pavel got a good look at him then, a mysterious man clad in black, with a cape, a broad hat, and leather gloves, and watched as he turned and spurred his black steed into the pack of thieves, drawing his rapier and disarming them of their guns before slashing an S-shape into the back of one's vest and driving them out of town to the east.
"Yo mayo," cried young Pavel, "who was that masked man?" and the ladies leaning out the window of the tavern behind him swooned and sighed, "El Sulu!"
- Star Trek, Uhura, girls just wanna have fun
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1305593#t1305593
Yes, she has a xenobotany exam at 0900 the next morning, and yes, she just last week received an academic merit for superlative performance and dedication to her studies, but Thursday night is Ladies' Night at The Lucky 13, and she knows the xenobotany material cold. Tonight, Nyota's skipping study group, getting some half-price drinks, playing some pool, and maybe finishing the night with some karaoke before heading back to the dorm for a few hours' sleep. She'll catch up on homework and sleep Friday afternoon - tonight she's got a date with herself.
- author's choice, author's choice, snowpocalypse
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/99143.html?thread=1684551#t1684551
Star Trek XI, Sulu/Chekov, snowpocalypse
Aden IV (the "Vacationplanet of Aden Galaxy!") was not living up to its brochures.
Each party had beamed down prepared and excited for fourteen days of sand, suns, and golden-pink surf, but the planetary weather controls had glitched and Starfleet's Finest were now spending their holiday holed up in thatched roof cabins, buried halfway up the windows in still-falling snow.
"It is not the shore leave I had in mind," mused a tousled Chekov as he slipped lower in Sulu's arms, the two of them wrapped in blankets, enjoying their hut's snowed-in privacy and replicated hot mulled wine, "but it is good."
- Star Trek, Kirk and Spock, Kirk attempts to explain Santa/Christmas to Spock.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=96497#t96497
"I do not understand how enticing small children to believe impossible tales of omniscient gift-bearers and flying reindeer could serve any sensible purpose."
Kirk sipped at his cocoa, trying not to laugh, and replied, "Space exploration used to be just impossible tales... did you consider that maybe there's some value in learning to believe things that can't be rationalized logically?"
Spock arched a brow and looked out into the stars; Kirk just leaned closer to him on the observation deck railing and smiled.
- Star Trek TOS, Christine Chapel, The only thing that makes up for how difficult the Enterprise men are... is how easy the Enterprise women are.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=97009#t97009
As soon as her shift ends, Chapel's hauling ass out of sick bay and back to her quarters for a quick sonic shower before heading to the mess hall. She's spent the past six hours listening to McCoy and the captain bitch back and forth over the medical treatment of the refugees they took aboard yesterday, and she is about ready to throw her "do no harm" oath out the window and start stabbing people.
She sits down near the entrance, and hasn't been waiting more than three or four minutes when Marilyn from the botany lab steps through the door, smiling and waving when she catches her eye - they leave together, arm in arm, for someplace a little more private, because there's no better way to relieve the stress of working with the men on the Enterprise than by having some fun without them.
- Sulu/Chekov, You be me and I'll be you
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=100593#t100593
Sulu pulls the flaps of the fur cap down over his ears, grinning, and turns to make a face at Chekov, but stops short when he sees what the boy's closet-rummaging has turned up.
"Pavel, what are you doing with my electric epee?" he cries.
"I am expert, advanced combat training!" deadpans Chekov, lunging poorly and swinging his arm, and Sulu ducks and steps in to grab him in a laughing hug.
- Scotty/Uhura, Ample Nacelles.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=100593#t100593
"Baby, talk dirty to me," moans Uhura, close to orgasm.
"Oh, you're a filthy girl," growls Scotty, "wantin' me to fuck you in the middle of the construction bay where anyone could see... bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, having an audience?"
Uhura cries out as her climax overtakes her, which is fortunate, as just then Scotty follows up with the less-than-romantic, "I'm gonna ride your spatial distortion like a Prometheus-class."
- Gaila/Uhura- just another Saturday night
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=165354#t165354
"Whoops!" giggled Nyota as her boot caught on the threshold and she tripped into the dorm room, Gaila right behind her. They both landed on one unmade twin bed, laughing, shaking out their sweaty ponytails and pulling off club dresses, as Nyota sighed, "Guess I got carried away, drinking all those first-year boys under the table... think maybe we should take it easy with all the weekend partying?"
"What," purred Gaila, sliding a hand into her roommate's waistband, "and miss out on these fantastic afterparties?"
- Gaia and Uhura from Star Trek. Muse.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/16666.html?thread=186650#t186650
Black Holes & Revelations (100 words)
"So if any part of any of the geodesics don't have derivatives, there's a singularity in the spacetime?" puzzled Nyota, chewing the stylus to her PADD.
"Right," replied Gaila, sprawled beside her on the bedspread amid a chaos of PADDs and diagrams, hair unkempt from finals studying. "And the end of the not-smooth geodesic is the actual singularity."
Nyota nodded, impressed. "Five months as roommates, and I never realized you were such a relativity buff."
Gaila brought a hand to her roommate's chin. "I've got other hidden talents."
Raising an eyebrow, Nyota brought her face close. "Show me," she purred.
- Doctor Who
- Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, Christmas Carols
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=366329#t366329
"Fa-la-la-la-laaa, la-laa la laaaa!"
The song ends and they stop singing and just stand bundled in the cold, exhaling clouds, surrounded by carolers who haven't noticed they shouldn't be there, and she grins up at him and all the fairy lights in the world couldn't match that brilliance.
"Can we grab some hot cocoa on our way back to the TARDIS?" she asks, flakes of snow landing gently on her eyelashes, and he takes her mittened hand in his own and replies, "Lead the way, Ms. Tyler," and she does.
- Doctor Who, Master/Doctor, the phone-sex scene.
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=946681#t946681
"Ohh, I've missed the sound of my name on your voice," the Master breathes into the telephone receiver, eyes slipping closed.
The Doctor swallows hard. His reply comes softly: "So have I."
- Doctor Who, Master/Lucy, it wasn't planned.
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=978681#t978681
"Oh god!" Lucy cries, back against the mahogany door, skirt hitched up around her hips, hands grabbing desperately at the Master's neck and shoulders.
He moves his hand from between her legs and slides into her in one slick motion: "Goodness, Lucy, ready for me already, I see."
"Always," she gasps, wrapping a leg around his waist, "though if you'd given me some warning I would have brought the handcuffs."
- Doctor Who, Master/Lucy, "no one knows for sure"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=996601#t996601
It's the faces he sometimes makes in meetings; the small knowing smiles on her face when their hands lock for official photo shoots; it's the way she bites her lip during solo interviews and the way his eyes sometimes slide shut on camera during filmed national addresses.
It's the way her arm reaches across under the edge of the table to rest on the arm of his chair (or does it?); it's the long-hanging cloths that drape the tables at all official functions; it's the way she returns to the table with her impeccably-rouged lips swollen, and his propensity towards washing his hands in the middle of state dinners.
The staff suspects that something is going on between the two of them, under the tables, right in plain sight, but no one knows for sure but the Prime Minister and his wife themselves.
- Doctor Who, Rose/Bad Wolf, there was a sort of singing
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1106681#t1106681
There was a moment of quiet shock, and then suddenly everything was light, and her mind exploded with pulsing white noise, and from that noise came a keening sort of moan.
Distantly, she felt the wet of hot tears pouring from her eyes, as blinding light poured with them, but it was the haunting notes of the amelodic wail that exploded most viciously within her consciousness, heralding the consummate unfurling of the time vortex before her, around her, within her.
The wail broke off only for a moment as she choked, "The Bad Wolf... She comes, Doctor," and it was then that she realized the noise was a howl, and it came from Rose herself.
- Doctor Who, Rose/Doctor, that stupid wall
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1296377#t1296377
For about a week, it's hard for anyone to get her to leave that room - she paces sometimes, or rests curled up on the floor, but mostly she listens, very quietly, or leans her forehead against the wall, waiting for a signal that refuses to come. Her universe - and he was her universe, in many ways - is gone.
For his part, he leaves the wall - that place, that time - entirely, and does not go back; there is nothing for him there but loss and pain, so he leaves, puts his mind to work, comes up with a project - a cross-dimensional transmission to send one final message to Rose, harnessing the power of a sun entering supernova to power it - and puts all of himself into that, because without a project to consume his attention, his grief will consume him instead.
- Doctor Who, Jack/Rose, don't you love her madly
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1327353#t1327353
He watches her reactions carefully, and she's surprised, yes, but she isn't fazed by the fact that he's just offered her Champagne and asked her to waltz on an invisible surface hovering above bombed-out London. She's clearly not of this time, but she seems to know perfectly well where and when she is... and even so, she's wearing the flag of the beseiged nation below them emblazoned across her chest - pretty brazen, definitely intriguing, not like any Time Agent he's encountered before.
Then all hell breaks loose, and half her stories turn out to be fabricated, and she apparently shows more poise under pressure than even he does; not only that, but she's got the strange and brilliant man she travels with wrapped around her little finger and doesn't even seem to realize; and he's loved a lot of people in his life, but as he watches her twirl around the console room in an exuberant Lindy Hop, damned if he hasn't already grown to love her, too.
- Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose, something in the way she moves me
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1443833#t1443833
[Read in Doctor-voice, either Nine or (more likely) Ten.]
Alright, listen, I know perfectly well that I'm clever - even for a Time Lord, I've always been clever, and it's kept me out of trouble (and subsequently back into it, but that's beside the point) my entire life - all of my lives, really, and there have been many.
So yes, curiosity is part of who I am, because to be clever is to be inherently curious - if you're not curious, you're probably not very interesting and you're certainly not clever, I've met enough people in this universe (and a few others) to know that much - new things, strange things, unexplained things, they're fascinating, and I dunno if you've noticed but I can't just ignore it when I come across something utterly unexpected - it grabs my attention and it shakes like a wild thing and I just can't walk away from that.
So what is it she's got, then, Rose - what is it she's got that makes that happen, that pulls at me, that can't be explained away? - because I know people, know how they work, and they do surprise me (oh, do they ever, it's one of the best parts of living this sort of life), but there's always a method to it - and I just don't understand her method at all; it's as though she doesn't have one - nothing seems to faze her, least of all me, which is refreshing if unusual... anyway, whatever it is, whatever this Rose element is that's got its hooks in me, all my supposed cleverness can't explain it away... and then again, I also can't remember the last time anyone (human, Time Lord, anyone) managed to move me this way, the way she does without even trying.
- Doctor Who, Wilf and Donna, they need to stick together
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1448441#t1448441
"Quick, Gramps, through here!" she whispers urgently, holding the trapdoor long enough for him to climb past her, breathing hard. "I found us a way out - we'll be safe once we get past the guards in the courtyard, and then we can meet back up with the Doctor on the other side of that deactivated electrical barrier."
"You always were a brilliant girl, what would I do without you?" Wilfred says quietly, voice full of pride as he hurries along the passageway; behind him, Donna checks carefully for traps, and replies, "Well, you're just lucky you'll never have to find out, aren't you?" and scoots along past him with a smile.
- Doctor Who, Doctor, someone realizes how stupid the "Tinkerbell Effect" at the end of Last of the Time Lords is
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1371129#t1371129
"No, no, no, now wait," the Master said, narrowing his eyes, "I must be misunderstanding - you can't possibly mean to tell me that you intend to overthrow me and foil my brilliant plans through... through what, the power of positive thinking?!"
"Er... yeah, something like that, yes," replied the Doctor brightly, smiling his idiotic smile, "thanks mostly to Martha's field work - well done, you, by the way, spreading the gospel of me!"
Martha blinked dreamily at the Doctor, and sighed as he lifted into the air and began to glow messianically; the Master buried his face in his hands and wished, not for the first time, that he could have put aside his ego and just killed the bastard while he had the chance.
- Doctor Who, Rose, running home
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1579513#t1579513
Four dozen armed guards in full-plate armor are on her heels in hot pursuit, and soon the winged riders will be catching up as well, but Rose isn't thinking overmuch about them - she's concentrating on the Doctor's voice in the cell phone at her ear, calling directions: "Left at the next corner! Now jump that low fence and run along the length of the stream until you come to the footbridge... okay, now cross, and cut through the trees..."
Her free arm is pumping hard, and so is her heart, as her feet fly over the dusty gray earth, kicking up plumes behind her. She can hear the guards closing in on her, but she crests the next hill and hears the Doctor's whoop in both her ears; she sprints down the path as shots begin to crack the air around her, keeping low, and tumbles through the door of the TARDIS - the Doctor yanks it shut behind her, leaps over to slam a button on the central console, and just in time they're in the air - she's home safe.
- Doctor Who, Nine/Mickey "you kissed me first."
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1529337#t1529337
"Oi, the hell was that for?!" cried Mickey, stepping back in horror and wiping his mouth frantically on his sleeve.
"Listen," hissed the Doctor, pulling an equally distasteful frown, "the only way we're going to convince these guards that we're a couple is if we act like one - you're not exactly my first choice for a snog either!"
They glared at one another for a moment, and slowly approached the desk with the guards, following the queue; as they reached the check-in table, the Doctor greeted them, saying, "Allo, then, we're here for the couples retreat - I'm the Doctor, and this is Mickey, my, ah... well he's -" but whatever he'd planned to say next was lost as Mickey planted a massive, vindictive surprise smooch on the Doctor's lips, and after a panicked moment of confusion, the Doctor reciprocated, treating the guards to a bit of a show, really, which did the trick of earning them access to the private facility; later, they would both vehemently, rather defensively, deny having enjoyed a moment of it.
- Doctor Who, Doctor/Master, tick tock
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1518329#t1518329
"Forty seconds left to live," says the Master gleefully, triumphantly, "thirty-eight seconds before we all go up in flames and your precious Earth meets the same fate as dear old Gallifrey... I wonder, will you regenerate somehow, find some way to keep living, or will the tragic grief of it all finally kill you for good... and if it does, how will you live these last thirty seconds you've got?"
The Doctor doesn't speak - he lunges forward, hands still held behind him even though he worked out of the binds minutes ago while the Master ranted, and presses his mouth frantically, urgently, to the Master's, who seems somewhat less than surprised, gripping a fist into the Doctor's hair and chuckling madly into the kiss.
"I'm sorry," whispers the Doctor, after a moment, "I'm so sorry," and he slams his knee into the Master's solar plexus, buying himself enough time to whip his sonic screwdriver from his pocket, aim it at the reactor, and shut the whole thing down before the counter reaches zero.
- Doctor Who, Doctor/any, There's no time for us
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1308921#t1308921
"How long have we got?" she asks quietly, voice catching.
He replies ruefully, forcing a bitter smile: "About two minutes."
She cries, and he breaks into a million little pieces - he's got a time machine, he's a bloody Time Lord, and she's gone from him anyway, lost among universes in the uncrossable streams of time.
- Doctor Who, author's choice, "open your eyes, look up to the sky, and see"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1431545#t1431545
"Dad, come on, you're going to catch cold up there every night, playing with that silly toy telescope."
"Not a toy, love, and I keep bundled up, don't you worry," Wilf replies, taking his thermos and heading out the door.
He puffs a bit as he climbs the hill - age doesn't help when it comes to this steep nightly walk, but it doesn't deter him either - and when he gets to the top, Donna is there waiting for him, smiling up at the stars: "Ready to continue the hunt for little green men?" she asks, and he replies happily, settling down to adjust the telescope, "Let's have a look, then, and just see what there is to see."
- Doctor Who, the Doctor and the Master, I dare you to live forever
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/99143.html?thread=1667911#t1667911
Last of the Time Lords - alternate ending
The Master is wide-eyed and shaking as the Doctor clutches him to his chest, kneeling on the floor, fighting waves of nauseated panic as he realizes he's got only seconds to decide which approach is more likely to keep his sometime-friend-and-nemesis alive: begging or betting.
"Not going to regenerate, then," he cries triumphantly, with every ounce of boastful pride he can muster, willing himself to mean it, "just going to throw in the towel, give up, declare me, I, the Doctor ultimate victor in this ludicrous game of cat-and-mouse, let all your plans unravel, let eternity go on without you to hinder it, and become, ultimately, just another decaying corpse forgotten to the universe?"
The Master's eyes narrow, and not with pain; he lets out a hissing breath and the Doctor can see the energy of the regeneration begin to course through him: "A bullet wound is a death for a dog," he growls, "and I am far more than that - I have been and shall be Master of All, and you will not forget it - no, none of you, not if I have to live forever to prove -" but his words are cut off by the sudden epileptic pulses of light around and through him, and the Doctor, dubious but relieved, backs away to watch, screwdriver at the ready.
- MAYBE TEN/MASTER. I DON'T KNOW. ONLY IF YOU'RE FEELING SINISTER.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=99313#t99313 (six sentences!)
"I gave you a chance," he hissed between his teeth, "I offered you a choice."
The Master leaned forward, pulling against the psychic bonds that held him, and whispered, "I've made my choice; the question now is, what are you going to do about it?"
The Doctor ran a hand through his hair, grimacing, and turned away from the wall.
"I wish I could hate you," he said, voice breaking, feeling the Master's triumphant grin behind him.
All at once, he crossed back, slammed hands into both the Master's shoulders, and took his mouth in a fierce, angry kiss.
As they broke it off, both breathless and flushed, the Doctor leaned in to whisper in the Master's ear, "This isn't over."
- Doctor Who, The Doctor, Rose, & the Master "candy"
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=105457#t105457
"I just picked them up at the shop myself," calls Rose from the other room, "and they're still in the wrapper, so I reckon you're probably safe with them."
The Doctor narrows his eyes at the Master's unnerving grin, but grudgingly accepts the offered jelly bean and, after careful inspection, pops it in his mouth.
He chews contemplatively, makes a face of confusion and then dawning recognition, gags, and spits it across the TARDIS: "PEARS, YOU BASTARD, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN."
- Labyrinth/Doctor Who, The Doctor, the Master, & Jareth "just like home"
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=105457#t105457
"Beautiful girl... brilliant, really... blond hair, amazing smile, really astoundingly clever... handy with a pipe wrench... always good, always, never lets fear keep her from doing anything at all... and she's lost to another universe entirely... egad, I miss her," muttered the Doctor, running a hand absently through his hair and staring after a black chicken as it scratched along by.
"Mm, yes, I do know what you mean - a spritely young thing came in and threw my whole world upside down, quite literally, I assure you - a most cunning and pretty creature; pity she didn't see the wisdom in staying with me, but then she was young..." mused the King of Goblins, spinning a crystal sphere between two fingers.
The Master regarded the commiserating pair, both seated broodingly on the edge of a fountain like scorned lovers from a Byronic tale; he cleared his throat and declared, "I WAS MARRIED FOR TWO YEARS TO AN ASTONISHINGLY HOT BOMBSHELL OF AN EARTH WOMAN, AND WE HAD SEX EVERY SINGLE DAY, OFTEN MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY - AND IT WAS GLORIOUS," before turning on his heel to hunt down some goblin moonshine, in hopes that it might help drown out their impotent whining.
- Doctor Who, Rose/Martha, relief.
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=163050#t163050
Scant seconds after the click of the closing TARDIS door, Rose's hands found Martha's hips and tugged up on the fabric of the t-shirt that clung there, and Martha paused in her ministrations at the buttons of Rose's blouse to allow the thin material to be pulled up, over her head, and off. They huddled precariously just outside the console room, shedding garments in a darkened corner; as the companions' mouths explored urgently, finding lips, ears, necks, their hands stroked newly exposed flesh, provoking gasps and pleased murmurs.
"Good god," groaned Martha into the side of Rose's neck, feeling Rose's fingers at her waistband, "I thought the Doctor would never leave us alone."
- ROSE/GIRL!NINE- BadWolf and the Oncoming Storm
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=165866#t165866
howl.
Surrounded by Daleks, the Doctor rubbed a hand across her short-cropped hair and shrugged her shoulders. "You know," she said, face unsmiling though there was mirth in her voice, "I really thought you creatures would've learnt your lesson by now."
Behind her, a low sonic shockwave and a flash of light signaled the arrival of Rose, who wrapped both arms around the Doctor from behind, kissed her on the side of the neck, and then reached out a hand in front of them both: "Dust to dust," she whispered, and the squadron of Daleks shone a bright, panicking gold before they dematerialized.
- Ten/TenII- Jack's watching
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=165354#t165354
He could feel the sweat on his own brow - the room was uncomfortably warm in his long shirtsleeves and wool trousers - but he ignored it, focused on the perfect symmetry of the writhing bodies in the corner. Was it like masturbation, he wondered, to run hands through your own hair, suck your own cock, fuck a perfect double of yourself until you both gasped and cried out in echoes of the same voice?
Two pairs of discarded striped trousers, four abandoned high-topped trainers, cluttered the foreground of Jack's vision as he gazed across the grate of the floor, painfully hard but keeping still, watching silently and unnoticed, still palming the sleeping pill he'd mendaciously promised to take.
- Harry Potter
- Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, first spark of attraction
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=285433#t285433
He's absolutely unbearable - there's always something, every lesson, that he manages to pick out and criticize about her usually flawless potions work. It shouldn't faze her, because she knows her methods are correct, but his pride is so vexing, the way he wears that sneer like a badge of honor, and she's sure he swishes his sleeves more often than is strictly necessary, tosses his hair with a hint of vanity when he turns brusquely away from a scorned student. She wonders what it would be like to grab a fistful of that dirty hair and drag him down onto his desk, finally silencing his endless criticisms with her tongue.
- Harry Potter, Harry/Luna, chocolate tarts
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1197561#t1197561
"Oooh, yes, thank you," says Luna, accepting the offered sweets from Harry's plate, "though you have to be careful - there's been a rash of pruritoceptive tongue-jinkie cases connected to imported chocolate lately... and I suppose most all chocolate in this area would be imported, wouldn't it?"
"Prurito... problem with the tongue, is it?" asks Harry, keeping his amusement in check, and he leans down slightly to kiss her.
"You taste of chocolate," she murmurs against his lips, after a moment, and he says, smiling, "Yeah, I reckon these tarts are safe - my tongue seems to be working just fine."
- Harry Potter, Ginny, meteor showers
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/99143.html?thread=1625671#t1625671
The constellation Perseus glows overhead, spewing comet-tails that streak the sky like burning arrows from its heroic namesake as Ginny gazes up, lying hidden in the tall grass adjacent to the Burrow.
Her brother's out there - Hermione's out there, and... and Harry's out there, too, about to turn seventeen (three days, she thinks)... and he wh- Voldemort's out there, strong as ever - none of them are safe.
When you wish upon a star... she thinks, sending a protection charm up into the maelstrom of light.
- Alice in Wonderland
- Alice in Wonderland, March Hare/Mad Hatter, They get bored of tea so one day they decide to go for a nice hot cup of "coffee"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1189369#t1189369
The March Hare has lined up no fewer than twelve empty paper cups beside his own before the busboy shuffles over to ask him to please stop reaching over the counter for more. Meanwhile, the dormouse has mounded up forty-seven packets of Splenda into a pile in the center of their table, and is agitatedly trying to get comfortable atop them ("It's not the same!" he wails around an enormous yawn).
The Mad Hatter, for his part, is clutching a paper cup and staring around the room, wide-eyed and twitchy, while muttering glazedly, "Half-caf double vente hazelnut light whip Americano... heavens, they really are mad here."
- Sherlock Holmes
- Sherlock Holmes movie, Holmes/Watson, it's ridiculous how lost they are without each other
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1213945#t1213945 (filled twice!)
A: Watson
They're on holiday in the countryside - it's lovely this far out from the bustle and grime of London, green and blooming and buzzing, and she looks like a picture postcard with her bonnet and parasol, both blue as the sky, eyes flashing as she hums softly and lies back onto their picnic blanket beneath the trees. Watson can't help but notice the bent stalks of grass that make a faint path out of the meadow and into the woods between the cottages; he puzzles over it, and starts, out of habit, to get up and follow the trail, but Mary catches his sleeve and looks up at him with an inquiring smile.
"Just... stretching a bit," he says, and he pats her hand fondly to set her mind at ease, even if his own is, at present, approximately two hundred fifteen miles away.
B: Holmes
The humidity approaches unbearable, as does the pungent reek of the Thames, and Holmes uses his new sovereignty over the upstairs quarters as an opportunity to spend his days undisturbed, sitting in a moth-eaten armchair by the curtained window with a wet towel over his face, sweating into his soaked undershirt and bracers and doing everything in his power to not notice things.
He isn't taking callers - it's been nearly two months since he's taken a case, and he's in no state to receive visitors (to say nothing of his rooms) - so when the hesitant tap comes at the door he fumbles blindly on the table to his left (as though Sherlock Holmes isn't precisely, exasperatingly aware of the size and position of each item on its surface) until he finds a mostly-empty glass and hurls it listlessly to shatter against the door, calling out, "Begone, foul creature, and trouble me not!"
Steps retreat down the hall and Holmes lifts the corner of the wet cloth from his eyes, squinting through the low light and dust towards the door, uncharacteristically surprised to discover two things: first, his disappointment in his mystery caller's lack of persistence (a byproduct of loneliness, perhaps? No, preposterous), and second, the distant ache of unrealized hopes that the man at the door might have been his absent friend.
- Sherlock Holmes movie, Mary/Irene, flirting
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1297145#t1297145
She knows John Watson well, better than he thinks - knows the way he gets when he's around Holmes, certainly - and she outright refuses to be the third wheel while out to dinner with her own husband, so, through some mixture of badgering and coercion, John convinces Holmes to bring along a lady friend to the Cafe Royal.
The woman introduces herself, in an American accent, as Irene, and converses animatedly through the soup course, dark hair and dark eyes shining in the low light, after which Holmes and her husband are called away by the police inspector to advise on an earlier incident, leaving the two women alone at the table.
Mary finds herself somewhat lost for words, intimidated, perhaps, by this young woman's beauty and wit, and excuses herself: "I won't be a moment," to which Irene replies with a bold wink, "Care for a hand powdering your nose?" and frankly, Mary knows her husband well, well enough to know he takes his comfort elsewhere sometimes; tonight, she decides, returning Irene's coy smile and leading the way away from the table, she and this fiery American beauty shall do the same themselves.
- Glee
- Glee, Kurt, divalicious
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1335801#t1335801 (CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN FEMALE CHARACTER)
"Oh god, honey, what have you done with your hair, it looks like somebody went at it with a weed-whacker!" Kurt cried, horrified.
"Well I... I just... I wanted a new look in time for Regionals," she mumbled, embarrassed.
"If a new look is what you wanted, you should have come to me first - you want to look like a diva, you gotta act like a diva, and I know the finer points of glam diva-hood," he said with an eyebrow raise and a knowing smile, "so watch and learn."
- Glee, Kurt/Mike, "you're a great dancer"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/99143.html?thread=1640263#t1640263 [god this fill is awful]
"Thanks - it's all in the hips, you know," Mike replies with a wink and a grind.
"Show me?" asks Kurt, raising an eyebrow coquettishly.
Mike grins as he walks around behind him, puts his hands on Kurt's waist to pull them adjacent, and does.
- Torchwood
- Torchwood, Tosh/Owen, croissants.
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1509881#t1509881
"Breakfast?" he asks, tossing a paper bag down by the keyboard at her workstation and holding out one of two tall, steaming paper cups.
Engrossed in the files on her screen, Tosh begins to answer: "Didn't get a chance, actually - I stayed over to finish running these scans last night, time being of the essence on this case, so I haven't really eaten since..." but her voice trails off as the delicious aroma of hot pastry and roasted coffee beans sinks in, and she looks over, a little bit frazzled and clearly surprised.
"Two croissants - one with Nutella filling, know they're your favorite - and one tall hazlenut with a shot of espresso, skim milk, two sugars," says Owen with a half smile as he leans in to give her a peck on the cheek and then walks away, ignoring her bewildered, slightly red-cheeked expression: "Don't mind me, go on and finish whatever you were doing - you can thank me later."
- Rose/Gwen- it's hard being a BAMF
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=165354#t165354
Lounging in her sports bra and a loose pair of athletic pants, Rose rubbed at her shoulder and groaned, "I think I pulled a muscle in my arm when we were sledgehammering down that intergalactic police barricade..."
"Right before the firefight, you mean?" asked Gwen, frowning and scooting over to sit behind Rose on the mattress. "I'll rub your shoulders for you, love, you look like you could use it - and when I'm done, would you mind helping me put some disinfectant on my back where that bullet grazed me?"
- Firefly
- Fiiiirefly. :D Zoe/Wash, something where one of them is sick?
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=96753#t96753
"How's my fearless warrior doing after her nap, then, hmm?" asked Wash, bustling into his shared quarters with a tray of soup and toast and sitting down beside the bed.
"Like an entire gorram planet has squeezed itself into my sinuses," croaked Zoe, wincing as he helped her sit up.
"Then you're in luck, for I come bearing husband soup," he replied, smiling gently and bringing a steaming spoonful to her mouth, "my secret recipe - good for what ails you."
- Star Trek, Scotty/author's choice. Three years into their mission Jim tries his hand at match making because he wants everyone to be as happy as he and Bones are.
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=1153785#t1153785 (Firefly crossover)
"Look, I'm not saying anything, I just think you should at least talk to her," said Kirk as he took a sip of his coffee, indicating the far corner of the mess with a tilt of his head.
"Oh, aye, I'm sure," grumbled Scotty, "and if this is anywhere near as good as the time you set me up with that lass from Maranga IV... where's this one from, by the way, what's her name?"
"Frye, sir, Ensign Kaylee, pleased to meet you," said the girl in red, beaming as she approached their table - "just transferred to Enterprise engineering from the Starfleet base on Persephone - and I want to say, sir, I've never been on a ship this shiny, she sure is pretty... I did have a question about the fabrication compound for the coils in the impulse drives, though..." and at that point Kirk stood up and walked away, chuckling, leaving the bewildered but pleased-looking Scotty behind.
- Firefly/Doctor Horrible, Simon and Billy,they're awkward at each other
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/140906.html?thread=3370090#t3370090
Simon swiveled slightly, perched at the cafe counter on a padded stool, as he broke the ice with, "It's, ah... it's always a pleasure to meet another doctor... what did you say your specialization was?"
"Horribleness."
"Ah," replied Simon, as the two resumed slowly eating their frozen yogurts in silence.
- Firefly, Book, the subject of kneecaps
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/140906.html?thread=3370346#t3370346
"Deadly sin, wrath," agreed the shepherd, "and one I take no pleasure in meting out - but you've caught me on a downright unpleasant day, courtesy of you taking your own horrifying and unholy pleasures in places they shouldn't be took."
He swung the pipe again, and knew before the wet cracking sound hit his ears that it had found home.
"As I live, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel? - and die you will, and by my own hand, if you don't tell me what you've done with the child."
- Labyrinth
- Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah "not so bad"
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=105457#t105457
It had been her intention to pop down to the Underground just long enough to smack Jareth around and get back her laptop, which, she admitted, it had been foolish to wish away, even after an electrical surge erased her thesis outline.
It had not been her intention to end the battle of wits by shoving him up against a wall and attacking an understandably startled Goblin King's tongue with her own.
Still, Sarah mused, hands tangled in fluffy blond hair, King chuckling against her mouth, things could have gone a lot worse.
- Labyrinth/Doctor Who, The Doctor, the Master, & Jareth "just like home"
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/10225.html?thread=105457#t105457
"Beautiful girl... brilliant, really... blond hair, amazing smile, really astoundingly clever... handy with a pipe wrench... always good, always, never lets fear keep her from doing anything at all... and she's lost to another universe entirely... egad, I miss her," muttered the Doctor, running a hand absently through his hair and staring after a black chicken as it scratched along by.
"Mm, yes, I do know what you mean - a spritely young thing came in and threw my whole world upside down, quite literally, I assure you - a most cunning and pretty creature; pity she didn't see the wisdom in staying with me, but then she was young..." mused the King of Goblins, spinning a crystal sphere between two fingers.
The Master regarded the commiserating pair, both seated broodingly on the edge of a fountain like scorned lovers from a Byronic tale; he cleared his throat and declared, "I WAS MARRIED FOR TWO YEARS TO AN ASTONISHINGLY HOT BOMBSHELL OF AN EARTH WOMAN, AND WE HAD SEX EVERY SINGLE DAY, OFTEN MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY - AND IT WAS GLORIOUS," before turning on his heel to hunt down some goblin moonshine, in hopes that it might help drown out their impotent whining.
- Revolutionary Girl Utena
- Touga/Saionji- blindfolds
http://alder-knight.livejournal.com/12778.html?thread=165354#t165354
The clack of fine Italian shoes on marble floor echoed across the drafty chamber, and Saionji shivered at the chill as he tensely listened to the figure's approach, seated with eyes covered and wrists bound.
Hot breath hit his neck a moment before a voice purred against his ear, "Your will failed you, yes, both to defeat me and to find your precious eternity - you didn't want it badly enough, but I do, you see... I will revolutionize the world, and I will do it with you by my side... won't I, Kyouichi, my bride?"
"Y... yes, Touga-sama, I'll do anything, you know I -" Saionji gasped, breaking off into a raw, unearthly scream as the hilt and blade of a gleaming longsword erupted in a pillar of light and viscera out of his chest.
- Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
- Doctor Horrible, Captain Hammer, "It's Hammertime"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/140906.html?thread=3431530#t3431530
After his humiliating meltdown in front of dozens of citizens and reporters, which is broadcast over live TV and makes waves across every cape-bashing blog on the entire internet, it seems our hero is left with a PR problem that can only be solved with a full image overhaul.
But hark! our hero, spying evildoers, signals his new sidekick, Nailboy, to cue his battle music - and soon, the unmistakeable drum machine beats of 90s rap ring through the rafters of the abandoned warehouse!
Leaping into the fray, golden parachute pants glinting in the sun, he cries "Stop!" and the bamboozled crooks stare in shock and awe, dropping their purloined goods, and finally dropping into shuddering heaps (of terror, naturally, not laughter) as he declares it Hammertime.
- Firefly/Doctor Horrible, Simon and Billy,they're awkward at each other
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/140906.html?thread=3370090#t3370090
Simon swiveled slightly, perched at the cafe counter on a padded stool, as he broke the ice with, "It's, ah... it's always a pleasure to meet another doctor... what did you say your specialization was?"
"Horribleness."
"Ah," replied Simon, as the two resumed slowly eating their frozen yogurts in silence.
- [non-fandom]
- Anthropomorphized fandom, shipper/pairing, "author's choice"
http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/90105.html?thread=900345#t900345
Two hands brush in the corner of a screen, and halfway around the world a shriek rings out.
"Come on, come ON, just MAKE OUT already!"
The scene changes, and the hands are gone, but the viewer is already working on the story of what really happened next.
Fills are posted chronologically within fandoms - logic would dictate that quality would go up as you read further down the lists, as I'd have had more practice at the time of writing, but I am not convinced that's how it's played out in practice. I post commentfic memes periodically, so if you've seen something you like here, please comment on one of those and I'll write a fill for you! HOORAY.