Alphabet Meme--F, J, T, W
Masterlist for all fics from the Alphabet Meme can be found here. I would just like to point out to everyone that I am not, in fact, doing all the Nick/Stephen ones first and for that you should all be infinitely proud of me. *vbg* :P
Title: Master of our Destiny
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Nick/Stephen
Prompt: F is for Future
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 207
A/N: For the glorious
unseen_quill who was willing to be greedy to fill the meme list! :D
Nick didn't tell anyone he'd gone through a future anomaly, or what he'd seen there. Glimpses, nothing more, and not enough to avoid their own future.
But Stephen's torn body, his own broken tears--that much, he was determined to fix.
"...thought you'd never speak to me again," Stephen murmured against his lips.
"It's because...you and I, Stephen--we've got a future," Nick replied, kissing him. And he believed it--they would, for far longer than the future showed. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to keep it safe."
To keep you safe, he added in his head. He'd make sure of it.
Title: Icy
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Lester/Ryan
Prompt: J is for Jack Frost
Rating: PG13
A/N: Please forgive my horrible attempt at writing Lester and Ryan. OTL I'm sorry I fail so hard,
telperion_15 ! D:
He's never seen those glacier-cool eyes warm, not for anyone or anything. The voice is chilled, distant, coming from pale lips permanently frozen in a non-smile.
Ryan's had commanders and sergeants that have been removed and cold, chill inapproachability, but none so cold as Lester.
It's a challenge, but he's up for it--finding the right ice-pick words to crack that icy exterior; where to light the match to melt the ice and let him in.
When he finally breaks through, Ryan isn't surprised to find that the lips of his Jack Frost are warm and tender; his flesh searingly hot.
Title: Grounding
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Connor
Prompt: T is for Thunder
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 305
A/N: For
echo_fangirl <3
It's not that he's scared of thunder--just, something about the way that thunder goes right into his bones disconcerts him. Like he's going to simply shake apart.
It's so hard to hold on to himself. Everyone's gone; his grip on the earth is slipping. So much loss, he's ready to lose himself, to just shake free of the earth and float away.
So when the thunder rumbles, he sneaks into Abby's room. Just sits on the floor, at the foot of her bed.
Just listens to her breathing.
Reminding him that there's something here after all.
Keeping him grounded.
Title: Poker Face
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Nick/Stephen
Prompt: W is for Winner
Rating: 14A
A/N: Another for
telperion_15 ! This one is to redeem myself for the horrid Lester/Ryan from earlier, lol. Also thanks to my wonderful boyfriend for the beta! (Silly Tsee mixes up her card game rules sometimes... :P)
Stephen stares at Nick, a slow smile spreading over his face--Nick can't tell if its a gloat, or a bluff. At the moment, with him down to his skivvies, and Stephen only a sock up--it could be either.
Stephen knocks on the table. The smile widens. Nick replaces two cards, hoping for a miracle.
Three of a kind. Kings, with Jack high. Somehow, he doubts it'll be enough.
Stephen turns over a full house, and motions at Nick's boxer-shorts. Now Nick can tell--its definitely a gloat.
But later, with Stephen's head between his thighs, Nick's thinks maybe he won, after all.
Title: Master of our Destiny
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Nick/Stephen
Prompt: F is for Future
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 207
A/N: For the glorious
unseen_quill who was willing to be greedy to fill the meme list! :D
Nick didn't tell anyone he'd gone through a future anomaly, or what he'd seen there. Glimpses, nothing more, and not enough to avoid their own future.
But Stephen's torn body, his own broken tears--that much, he was determined to fix.
"...thought you'd never speak to me again," Stephen murmured against his lips.
"It's because...you and I, Stephen--we've got a future," Nick replied, kissing him. And he believed it--they would, for far longer than the future showed. "And I'll do whatever I have to, to keep it safe."
To keep you safe, he added in his head. He'd make sure of it.
Title: Icy
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Lester/Ryan
Prompt: J is for Jack Frost
Rating: PG13
A/N: Please forgive my horrible attempt at writing Lester and Ryan. OTL I'm sorry I fail so hard,
telperion_15 ! D:
He's never seen those glacier-cool eyes warm, not for anyone or anything. The voice is chilled, distant, coming from pale lips permanently frozen in a non-smile.
Ryan's had commanders and sergeants that have been removed and cold, chill inapproachability, but none so cold as Lester.
It's a challenge, but he's up for it--finding the right ice-pick words to crack that icy exterior; where to light the match to melt the ice and let him in.
When he finally breaks through, Ryan isn't surprised to find that the lips of his Jack Frost are warm and tender; his flesh searingly hot.
Title: Grounding
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Connor
Prompt: T is for Thunder
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 305
A/N: For
echo_fangirl <3
It's not that he's scared of thunder--just, something about the way that thunder goes right into his bones disconcerts him. Like he's going to simply shake apart.
It's so hard to hold on to himself. Everyone's gone; his grip on the earth is slipping. So much loss, he's ready to lose himself, to just shake free of the earth and float away.
So when the thunder rumbles, he sneaks into Abby's room. Just sits on the floor, at the foot of her bed.
Just listens to her breathing.
Reminding him that there's something here after all.
Keeping him grounded.
Title: Poker Face
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Nick/Stephen
Prompt: W is for Winner
Rating: 14A
A/N: Another for
telperion_15 ! This one is to redeem myself for the horrid Lester/Ryan from earlier, lol. Also thanks to my wonderful boyfriend for the beta! (Silly Tsee mixes up her card game rules sometimes... :P)
Stephen stares at Nick, a slow smile spreading over his face--Nick can't tell if its a gloat, or a bluff. At the moment, with him down to his skivvies, and Stephen only a sock up--it could be either.
Stephen knocks on the table. The smile widens. Nick replaces two cards, hoping for a miracle.
Three of a kind. Kings, with Jack high. Somehow, he doubts it'll be enough.
Stephen turns over a full house, and motions at Nick's boxer-shorts. Now Nick can tell--its definitely a gloat.
But later, with Stephen's head between his thighs, Nick's thinks maybe he won, after all.