NBC Revolution Fic: Tropes Prompts

[corycides]

The challenge was that anyone following me could pick a pairing and a trope from this list and I would write a ficlet for them. Below are the fics requested - mostly Bass/Charlie. I think my following skews that way on Tumblr.../everywhere :D

1. bodyswap
2. pretending to be married/fake dating: Bass/Charlie. Axe handles were no respecters of sword calluses. Bass leaned against the wagon, picking at fresh blisters while his ‘boss’ negotiated the lumber sale inside. Autumn had given up the ghost, along with the last of the leaves, in the last few days. It hadn’t snowed yet, but it was cold enough that Bass’ breath steamed and water had to cracked in its bowl in the morning. Despite his best intentions Bass couldn’t help but look the town over, picking out the weak spots he’d take advantage of or shore up. Depending on what side he was on.
3. high school/college AU
4. telepathy: Bass/Charlie. Reality was in negotiation. It was a shared delusion, ghosts from the past made solid by their minds, that herded them through the mountain pass. Charlie stepped away from a nanite-shadow wearing Danny’s skin, bumping into Bass’ arm.
5. handcuffed together: Bass/Charlie. It could be worse. Bass darted down the length of the boxcar, the vibration of the engines against the soles of his boots. A bloody sword in one hand and Charlie’s small, cold fingers squeezing the other. If he had to be handcuffed to anyone, at least he worked well with her. She moved with him, easily falling into mirroring his body language. Watching his back. It was like having Miles there, only smelling better.
6. snowed-in/huddling for warmth: Charlie and Rachel. Frost crusted the windows like sugar. Charlie sat on the window sill and breathed on the glass, the warmth of her breath melting the ice enough to see out. Not that it made any difference. It was white: white sky, white ground, a white world. No sign of Miles.
7. next-door neighbors AU
8. secretly a virgin: Miles Matheson. ‘You were always the one.’ Yeah, Miles had thought it was a good idea at the time. Turns out the problem with death bed confessions of passion to your ex - or to your long-standing never-actually-was - is that sometimes it turns out you’re not on your death bed. Bloody nanites. Now Rachel kept looking at him like he was on a promise - all sidelong smiles and touches and murmurs about ‘as soon as we’re alone’. Admiral Nelson never had to deal with this.
9. be careful what you wish for
10. accidental baby acquisition: Bass/Charlie. The boy - man, he’d been older than Charlie, but she’d fallen into the habit of thinking of him as a child - died a month before they got there. Two months after Miles told Bass where his son was. His grave was a bare patch of raw dirt with a roughly carved marker. It didn’t say Monroe on it.
11. truth or dare: Bass/Charlie. ‘Charlie pulled her hair back from her face, twisting it into a rough knot. ‘...Truth,’ she said, tipping the bottle to her mouth. Pale eyes stared at her, unnervingly intent, and Bass swiped his tongue over lips lower lip. ‘Do you ever think about me when you masturbate.’ She coughed, spluttering, and liquor scalded her throat and back of her nose. Wiping her nose on her sleeve, she stared at him, ‘...what?’
12. sharing a bed: Bass/Charlie and Rachel/Miles. It was oddly reassuring sleeping next to him, aware but never quite awake of his broken, paranoid sleep patterns. He slept like Miles, in shallow, quick bursts - never completely relaxed. She got used to it, to him. Sometimes, on the nights he pushed the horses on past safety in the darkness, Charlie would jolt awake on his shoulder, curled into his side like they were a courting couple during harvest. The first couple of times they’d snarled at each other, trading jabs and suspicion: he was copping a feel, she was trying to manipulate him. After a while it seemed pointless, though.
13. road trip
14. groundhog’s day/time travel
15. curtain fic/domestic fic