August 2011 fic round-up & Prompt post
Prison Break (English)
NB: all post-series fics are non-epilogue compliant.
Pillow Stories ♦ Five times Fernando bit his pillow. (Michael/Sucre. Slash. NC-17.)
Hammocked ♦ Don’t get her wrong, the lazy back and forth of the hammock in the salt-scented air is pleasant, especially on a day like today, when it’s so hot and quiet all around them. But this wasn’t exactly what Sara had in mind when she brought up hammock perks. (Michael/Sara. Het. NC-17.)
Extent of the Tattoo ♦ In Tooele, Utah, with T-Bag in the truck of the car after he quipped yet another dirty allusion about Michael hiding pieces of info in his tattoo, Lincoln glances sideways at his brother and asks, “How low does this thing go, anyway?” (Michael/Lincoln. Slash. NC-17.)
Sunday Nights, Monday Mornings (Ad Libitum) ♦ Sunday nights are Sara and Lincoln’s. Michael isn’t happy about that; or maybe he is - it’s not as if he could see everything in black and white here. (Lincoln/Sara, Michael/Lincoln/Sara. Het, slash. NC-17.)
Lazy Morning Cycle ♦ They’re derogating from rules they’ve never spelled out, but always followed. (Lincoln/Sara, Michael/Lincoln/Sara. Het, slash. NC-17.)
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Prompt me
Taking requests and suggestions. I can't assure that I'll write all, or any, of them or when, but hopefully, I'll come up with something at some point. Just drop a comment with a fandom, a pairing and/or character, and a prompt - word, sentence, situation, whatever. If you don't have an LJ account, anonymous comments are on, so feel free to use them :)
NB: all post-series fics are non-epilogue compliant.
Pillow Stories ♦ Five times Fernando bit his pillow. (Michael/Sucre. Slash. NC-17.)
Hammocked ♦ Don’t get her wrong, the lazy back and forth of the hammock in the salt-scented air is pleasant, especially on a day like today, when it’s so hot and quiet all around them. But this wasn’t exactly what Sara had in mind when she brought up hammock perks. (Michael/Sara. Het. NC-17.)
Extent of the Tattoo ♦ In Tooele, Utah, with T-Bag in the truck of the car after he quipped yet another dirty allusion about Michael hiding pieces of info in his tattoo, Lincoln glances sideways at his brother and asks, “How low does this thing go, anyway?” (Michael/Lincoln. Slash. NC-17.)
Sunday Nights, Monday Mornings (Ad Libitum) ♦ Sunday nights are Sara and Lincoln’s. Michael isn’t happy about that; or maybe he is - it’s not as if he could see everything in black and white here. (Lincoln/Sara, Michael/Lincoln/Sara. Het, slash. NC-17.)
Lazy Morning Cycle ♦ They’re derogating from rules they’ve never spelled out, but always followed. (Lincoln/Sara, Michael/Lincoln/Sara. Het, slash. NC-17.)
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Prompt me
Taking requests and suggestions. I can't assure that I'll write all, or any, of them or when, but hopefully, I'll come up with something at some point. Just drop a comment with a fandom, a pairing and/or character, and a prompt - word, sentence, situation, whatever. If you don't have an LJ account, anonymous comments are on, so feel free to use them :)