Happy (really super late omg what's wrong with me?) birthday Jasmasson and Yanzadracan!!!!
These are totally late, ridiculously, embarassingly late. But they're also for dear yanzadracan and jasmasson. Hope this year just gets better for you both!!! With all my love, guys. ♥
For yanzadracan:
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - The first time he sees Christian:
In retrospect Steven thinks that it should have been morning, perhaps dawn itself, that there would have been some sort of sign, some reflection from nature itself, for when he met Christian. That it should hardly have been so mundane that it nearly didn't happen at all.
But he would never regret just happening to look out his window in time to see the man walking into Jeffrey's shop, a package over one shoulder, turning at just the right moment as he pushed his way inside...
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - For his own good:
Master Morgan would want to talk him out of this, would call it outright asinine, but Christian steps onto the airship holding his breath and remembering all too well the whispers of the upper echelon, the way they had never once so much as deigned to look on him. Steven didn't need the likes of Christian, whatever his strange curiosity, even attraction, had been; he was too fine, too flawless and genuine, even Christian knew that, knew and did what Steven would never think to ask of him.
Even so he's ill with the decision, adrift like some girl who has lost her first love, and there's not enough rum in all the world to keep him from considering what Steven will imagine when he realizes.
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - Bringing him home:
Master Carlson has never asked for favors (not like this) nor has Lord Hutton ever heard of him abandoning his work, not all of it quite literally, and certainly not for any length of time; if Timothy had still had any doubts as to Steven's affections that alone would have leveled them, and certainly they could not have stood up to the look on Steven's face when at last he sets eyes on Mister Kane.
"Where have you been?" Steven asks him, a question much deeper than first blush as he takes Christian's face in his hands and giving no care to propriety as he kisses him here on the docks so far to the east. Timothy cannot hear what Mister Kane says in return, only that Steven says, "To bring you home."
Kane RPS Spy!Steve/Linguist!Christian - Caught in the crossfire:
"Well this is... new," Christian mutters, only just loud enough for Steve to hear over the gunfire, flinching a little as something ricochets near their heads. They've got their backs pressed against a toppled table, just out of position --and really, he's been dating a spy too long if he's using phrases like "out of position"-- from an easy exit.
"Do you mean the part where it's the New Zealand mafia," Steve asks, lips quirking into a smile despite everything, "or the part where it hasn't got anything to do with me?"
Kane RPS Spy!Steve/Linguist!Christian - Never wanted this:
This was never something he would have asked for, not with all the reasons he got into this line of work, the kind of life he lives, the kinds of enemies he has and all the things he's seen, not because he thinks he's undeserving but because it's a lot to ask of anyone. If he hadn't been hurt, hadn't had that concussion, or been shot, if he'd still had his earbud, if he'd been just well enough to reach the safe house... Steven almost lost this, this love he never thought to want and never would have asked for, almost never had Christian, but he sure as hell isn't letting go now.
Firefly/RPS, Browncoat!Chris Kane - A captain walks into a bar:
It's like the start of a really bad joke, but Jayne knows the difference between a joke and a legend --hell, he's a gorram legend all on his own self-- and he can feel the moment Captain fuckin' Kane walks in the fuckin' door. On humpin' U-Day, of all days, and Mal's already been half pickin' fights like he knew his superior officer would be strollin' in.
Jayne ain't surprised, not even a little, when Mal and Kane end up back to back with nothin' but a pool cue and a pair of pistols between them, and there ain't naught but makin' sure Wash and Simon is ready for when the two of'm walk about bloody and bruised.
Firefly/RPS, Browncoat!Chris - Surviving the aftermath:
He ain't got issue with bloodshed --ain't either one of them children, nor had Jeremy been before... this-- and he can navigate a gunfight like a fish in water, but sometimes things go bad, they go so far wu toh wu now that there ain't a damned thing gets you through but the Lady Luck herself. Not that it makes it easier now, not after, when there's dirt mixed with the blood, and six foot difference between them and Jeremy, when Aldis is lookin' at him like he's lost and ain't no nav system gonna bring them out'a this.
"We hire a new man," Christian says, cos he knows better'n anyone, only way to survive this is to keep on moving.
Firefly/RPS - Companions from Calliope and Serenity end up in the same bar:
"Fancy meeting a fine lady like you in a ri shao gou shi bing like this," Ewan murmurs at her ear even as he touches a hand gently to her back. He might worry about her Captain Reynolds putting a hand on his revolver more if he weren't quite certain Inara could lay him out herself, though neither fear is necessary because she turns to smile at him, as fragile and bright as a china doll.
"Ewan, it's been so long."
Goth Boys, Goth!Steve/Goth!Chris - Mascara in the rain:
Christian thinks the photographer must be nuts --doing a photo shoot in weather like this, seriously?-- but Abby's game and Jason thinks it'll be awesome, and so he growls and makes grumpy noises, but he lets the make up girl do her job like a good little trooper (or so Abby insists). He grouses about it to Steve later --it gives him a goddamn cold, man-- and then he forgets about it.
He comes home one night, a couple weeks later, to find Steven holding up a magazine, pages folded back, pretty well just staring like he can't look away; Chris comes around behind him to see what -- the full page photo before the article on their shop is Christian, eroded t-shirt so thin from the rain you can see his tattoos, face turned up to the sky and his mascara running.
Goth Boys, Goth!Steve/Goth!Chris - Blank canvas:
Steve sits back on his heels and contemplates where to begin, ignoring for the moment the way Christian shifts below him in anticipation, a moving, breathing blank canvas --barring his litany of tattoos, his collar, gag, and the cuffs holding his hands over his head. Chris turns his head just so, eyes catching the light, and Steve's decision is made for him; he grins and leans over, dipping the brush in cool blue paint before stroking it along Chris' collar bone, making Chris hiss a little through his nose as his nipples harden. Steve's next brush stroke parallels the first, brush twisting in his fingers, before turning sharply down his ribcage, before lifting the brush, renewing the paint, stroking again...
For jasmasson:
SPN, young Sam and Dean, in a scrape of some kind:
They're in trouble, oh yes, it's just that this isn't their usual sort of trouble -- no witches or ghouls or ghosts or fugly faced monsters, no cursed objects or rituals or people that just aren't actually people. Sam's on his ass in the dirt, nose bleeding a little and pout in place, Dean in front of him, protective, hands balling into fists.
"Go ahead jackass," he growls, green eyes dark and challenging, "call my brother a faggot again."
SPN, John + boys, good John Winchester parenting:
John's got Dean by the ear; it's not a tactic he likes to employ with his sons, but when it's necessary... Dean is whining low in his throat, an noise that's probably meant to emulate the sound John himself makes when he's pissed the hell off, and under any other circumstance it might agitate him more than a little.
Currently, however, he's more concerned with the call he got from the principle, involving Dean in the girl's locker room.
---
John just waits --he knows his boys, in and out like breathing-- and finally Dean relents, pouting as he ducks his head and muttters what sounds like "Sam said I'd be invisible for two whole hours."
John just stares for a moment, stunned yet not surprised, mostly cos he thought he had a little longer yet before, well, this. "You can't... I mean... Look, son, the thing with women is that you can't corner them, ok?"
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, Hardison takes Eliot home:
He doesn't really mean to, the first time, when Eliot's so banged up and the rest of the team has already split and taken their earpieces out --like they expect the man to just teleport somewhere and patch himself up or some uber-fighter shit like that-- and he slumped into Hardison' shoulder trying to muster up enough oomph to make a sarcastic comment and failing. The second time he doesn't think Eliot will agree, not when Eliot's been harping on fishing so long, and they're not going anywhere near water by a long shot, yet there he is, wearing the gear, wrist flicking with expert precision and a smile lurking behind the pout he's trying so hard to keep up. Third time's the charm, except for how he isn't so much taking Eliot there as being dragged, and pinned, and straddled, his brain scrambled by look in Eliot's eyes when he growls out "Welcome home."
Leverage, Parker/author's choices, quiet moment for Parker and other(s):
The job is done --"gone baby gone" done, as Hardison likes to put it, because their field HQ is broken down, their stuff packed and ready to go-- and they're standing around in the airport looking at this fountain-statue-thing that Parker thinks is supposed to be a mathematical representation of reunification of ambiguous familial entities. Hardison crosses his arms and grins to himself, saying something about the ocean that doesn't make any sense.
"Y'ain't Rusty," Eliot says --which she supposes is true, even if Parker doesn't know what oxidized iron has to do with anything-- and glances at Parker and mutters, "though she is the ultimate Yen..."
ac, ac, creative use of kitchen appliances:
"Sam," Dean growls, doing his damnedest to sound threatening and trying to ignore just how pathetic it really sounds, "Sammy, for Christ's sake get me down..." But Sam just keeps right on laughing, doubled over, face turning red and one foot stomping into the floor like this is just the funniest fucking thing he's seen all year, and really, thank whatever the hell is looking out for them that the fugly assed monster was dead already.
"Best use of kitchen appliances -- ever."
ac, ac, some problems with pets/animals:
"Hardison, what--" Nate tries to ask, but is cut off by a parrot --a scarlet macaw of all things-- fluttering and flapping in his face, cawing and freaking out and nearly scratching at his face. It moves on, finally settling on Parker's shoulder --and lets her pet it, seriously?-- so that Nate is free to take in the remains of his living room. "Why is my apartment now a petting zoo...
For yanzadracan:
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - The first time he sees Christian:
In retrospect Steven thinks that it should have been morning, perhaps dawn itself, that there would have been some sort of sign, some reflection from nature itself, for when he met Christian. That it should hardly have been so mundane that it nearly didn't happen at all.
But he would never regret just happening to look out his window in time to see the man walking into Jeffrey's shop, a package over one shoulder, turning at just the right moment as he pushed his way inside...
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - For his own good:
Master Morgan would want to talk him out of this, would call it outright asinine, but Christian steps onto the airship holding his breath and remembering all too well the whispers of the upper echelon, the way they had never once so much as deigned to look on him. Steven didn't need the likes of Christian, whatever his strange curiosity, even attraction, had been; he was too fine, too flawless and genuine, even Christian knew that, knew and did what Steven would never think to ask of him.
Even so he's ill with the decision, adrift like some girl who has lost her first love, and there's not enough rum in all the world to keep him from considering what Steven will imagine when he realizes.
SteampunkRPS Steve/Christian - Bringing him home:
Master Carlson has never asked for favors (not like this) nor has Lord Hutton ever heard of him abandoning his work, not all of it quite literally, and certainly not for any length of time; if Timothy had still had any doubts as to Steven's affections that alone would have leveled them, and certainly they could not have stood up to the look on Steven's face when at last he sets eyes on Mister Kane.
"Where have you been?" Steven asks him, a question much deeper than first blush as he takes Christian's face in his hands and giving no care to propriety as he kisses him here on the docks so far to the east. Timothy cannot hear what Mister Kane says in return, only that Steven says, "To bring you home."
Kane RPS Spy!Steve/Linguist!Christian - Caught in the crossfire:
"Well this is... new," Christian mutters, only just loud enough for Steve to hear over the gunfire, flinching a little as something ricochets near their heads. They've got their backs pressed against a toppled table, just out of position --and really, he's been dating a spy too long if he's using phrases like "out of position"-- from an easy exit.
"Do you mean the part where it's the New Zealand mafia," Steve asks, lips quirking into a smile despite everything, "or the part where it hasn't got anything to do with me?"
Kane RPS Spy!Steve/Linguist!Christian - Never wanted this:
This was never something he would have asked for, not with all the reasons he got into this line of work, the kind of life he lives, the kinds of enemies he has and all the things he's seen, not because he thinks he's undeserving but because it's a lot to ask of anyone. If he hadn't been hurt, hadn't had that concussion, or been shot, if he'd still had his earbud, if he'd been just well enough to reach the safe house... Steven almost lost this, this love he never thought to want and never would have asked for, almost never had Christian, but he sure as hell isn't letting go now.
Firefly/RPS, Browncoat!Chris Kane - A captain walks into a bar:
It's like the start of a really bad joke, but Jayne knows the difference between a joke and a legend --hell, he's a gorram legend all on his own self-- and he can feel the moment Captain fuckin' Kane walks in the fuckin' door. On humpin' U-Day, of all days, and Mal's already been half pickin' fights like he knew his superior officer would be strollin' in.
Jayne ain't surprised, not even a little, when Mal and Kane end up back to back with nothin' but a pool cue and a pair of pistols between them, and there ain't naught but makin' sure Wash and Simon is ready for when the two of'm walk about bloody and bruised.
Firefly/RPS, Browncoat!Chris - Surviving the aftermath:
He ain't got issue with bloodshed --ain't either one of them children, nor had Jeremy been before... this-- and he can navigate a gunfight like a fish in water, but sometimes things go bad, they go so far wu toh wu now that there ain't a damned thing gets you through but the Lady Luck herself. Not that it makes it easier now, not after, when there's dirt mixed with the blood, and six foot difference between them and Jeremy, when Aldis is lookin' at him like he's lost and ain't no nav system gonna bring them out'a this.
"We hire a new man," Christian says, cos he knows better'n anyone, only way to survive this is to keep on moving.
Firefly/RPS - Companions from Calliope and Serenity end up in the same bar:
"Fancy meeting a fine lady like you in a ri shao gou shi bing like this," Ewan murmurs at her ear even as he touches a hand gently to her back. He might worry about her Captain Reynolds putting a hand on his revolver more if he weren't quite certain Inara could lay him out herself, though neither fear is necessary because she turns to smile at him, as fragile and bright as a china doll.
"Ewan, it's been so long."
Goth Boys, Goth!Steve/Goth!Chris - Mascara in the rain:
Christian thinks the photographer must be nuts --doing a photo shoot in weather like this, seriously?-- but Abby's game and Jason thinks it'll be awesome, and so he growls and makes grumpy noises, but he lets the make up girl do her job like a good little trooper (or so Abby insists). He grouses about it to Steve later --it gives him a goddamn cold, man-- and then he forgets about it.
He comes home one night, a couple weeks later, to find Steven holding up a magazine, pages folded back, pretty well just staring like he can't look away; Chris comes around behind him to see what -- the full page photo before the article on their shop is Christian, eroded t-shirt so thin from the rain you can see his tattoos, face turned up to the sky and his mascara running.
Goth Boys, Goth!Steve/Goth!Chris - Blank canvas:
Steve sits back on his heels and contemplates where to begin, ignoring for the moment the way Christian shifts below him in anticipation, a moving, breathing blank canvas --barring his litany of tattoos, his collar, gag, and the cuffs holding his hands over his head. Chris turns his head just so, eyes catching the light, and Steve's decision is made for him; he grins and leans over, dipping the brush in cool blue paint before stroking it along Chris' collar bone, making Chris hiss a little through his nose as his nipples harden. Steve's next brush stroke parallels the first, brush twisting in his fingers, before turning sharply down his ribcage, before lifting the brush, renewing the paint, stroking again...
For jasmasson:
SPN, young Sam and Dean, in a scrape of some kind:
They're in trouble, oh yes, it's just that this isn't their usual sort of trouble -- no witches or ghouls or ghosts or fugly faced monsters, no cursed objects or rituals or people that just aren't actually people. Sam's on his ass in the dirt, nose bleeding a little and pout in place, Dean in front of him, protective, hands balling into fists.
"Go ahead jackass," he growls, green eyes dark and challenging, "call my brother a faggot again."
SPN, John + boys, good John Winchester parenting:
John's got Dean by the ear; it's not a tactic he likes to employ with his sons, but when it's necessary... Dean is whining low in his throat, an noise that's probably meant to emulate the sound John himself makes when he's pissed the hell off, and under any other circumstance it might agitate him more than a little.
Currently, however, he's more concerned with the call he got from the principle, involving Dean in the girl's locker room.
---
John just waits --he knows his boys, in and out like breathing-- and finally Dean relents, pouting as he ducks his head and muttters what sounds like "Sam said I'd be invisible for two whole hours."
John just stares for a moment, stunned yet not surprised, mostly cos he thought he had a little longer yet before, well, this. "You can't... I mean... Look, son, the thing with women is that you can't corner them, ok?"
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, Hardison takes Eliot home:
He doesn't really mean to, the first time, when Eliot's so banged up and the rest of the team has already split and taken their earpieces out --like they expect the man to just teleport somewhere and patch himself up or some uber-fighter shit like that-- and he slumped into Hardison' shoulder trying to muster up enough oomph to make a sarcastic comment and failing. The second time he doesn't think Eliot will agree, not when Eliot's been harping on fishing so long, and they're not going anywhere near water by a long shot, yet there he is, wearing the gear, wrist flicking with expert precision and a smile lurking behind the pout he's trying so hard to keep up. Third time's the charm, except for how he isn't so much taking Eliot there as being dragged, and pinned, and straddled, his brain scrambled by look in Eliot's eyes when he growls out "Welcome home."
Leverage, Parker/author's choices, quiet moment for Parker and other(s):
The job is done --"gone baby gone" done, as Hardison likes to put it, because their field HQ is broken down, their stuff packed and ready to go-- and they're standing around in the airport looking at this fountain-statue-thing that Parker thinks is supposed to be a mathematical representation of reunification of ambiguous familial entities. Hardison crosses his arms and grins to himself, saying something about the ocean that doesn't make any sense.
"Y'ain't Rusty," Eliot says --which she supposes is true, even if Parker doesn't know what oxidized iron has to do with anything-- and glances at Parker and mutters, "though she is the ultimate Yen..."
ac, ac, creative use of kitchen appliances:
"Sam," Dean growls, doing his damnedest to sound threatening and trying to ignore just how pathetic it really sounds, "Sammy, for Christ's sake get me down..." But Sam just keeps right on laughing, doubled over, face turning red and one foot stomping into the floor like this is just the funniest fucking thing he's seen all year, and really, thank whatever the hell is looking out for them that the fugly assed monster was dead already.
"Best use of kitchen appliances -- ever."
ac, ac, some problems with pets/animals:
"Hardison, what--" Nate tries to ask, but is cut off by a parrot --a scarlet macaw of all things-- fluttering and flapping in his face, cawing and freaking out and nearly scratching at his face. It moves on, finally settling on Parker's shoulder --and lets her pet it, seriously?-- so that Nate is free to take in the remains of his living room. "Why is my apartment now a petting zoo...