WIP Meme
Just a few paragraphs from a few of the stories I’m working on now. This is to peak your interest and hopefully knock some sense into Alexander so he’ll stop distracting me with the pretty (IE when I sit down to write what I already have plotted, he’ll stop giving me other ideas and going ‘OOO write THIS!’). Unlike previous times I’ve done this, I have labeled them with fandoms and titles if I have them so you can skip around and read what you want to. Oh, I also included whether or not they “belong” to someone.
Standard Disclaimer for Everything that Follows: Nothing recognizable belongs to me. Mores the pity because we’d have a lot more fun if some of them did ;-)
Ratings are PG-13 to NC-17
1. Calendar Boy (Shifter Verse H50 AU) for emocezi
The first couple of layers were recent; picnics and cop functions that even unlabeled Steve was able to semi-identify. He set them aside in a pile, carefully unbending edges that had gotten folded in packing. A group of class school pictures, students identified in an unfamiliar hand went into another pile, with Grace’s individual pictures going into yet another pile. Steve vaguely remembered his mother framing his and Mary’s school pictures each year and he wanted to do that for Danny; give him that gift. He’d have to see if Kono had any idea who to talk to about that or if someone in their family could take care of it.
Digging farther, he smiled as he came across some pictures of Danny bleary-eyed and sleepy, a tiny body held tightly in his arms. Flipping the first one over, he saw his guess was right as the date was just two weeks after Grace’s birth. This glimpse of the new father, the awe and fear clear on his face, made Steve’s heart ache. He hadn’t been able to share this with Danny; this part that should have been his had belonged to someone else and would never be his. For a moment he wanted to rip the picture to shreds, wished he had never looked in the box, but he couldn’t take the memory from Danny. He couldn’t take that away from him, but he also couldn’t look at it right now so he placed it face down before moving on to another section of the box.
Frowning he looked down into the box, noticing that there was a saran wrapped box wedged sideways into the bottom of the box. He had to shift some of the photos around to get it out, but he finally had it free and lifted out. It was sealed and had obviously never been opened; Steve smirked at the fake crime scene tape around the box that read Jersey City PD Benefit. He debated for a moment, but it didn’t last long and a couple swipes of his knife broke the seals, spilling a collection of calendars labeled Cops & Cars into his lap. “What the hell are you hiding, Danny?” he whispered.
Breaking the seal on one of the calendars, he opened it, blinking at the sight of a well-built cop seated atop a vintage Mustang. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, except the man was shirtless and sprawled across the hood; one hand dangling between his legs. It was exactly porn, but it was edging on the risqué side and not something he’d expected from Danny. Flipping through, he felt a slow smile spread across his face. If this was what Danny liked…maybe he should see about working on his dad’s Mercury some more and getting it into drivable condition. He continued to flip through the calendar, plotting out a course of action. The car wouldn’t need much work to get running, at least not enough for them to take a test drive to try it out. If he put in a couple hours today, they might even be able to go out tomorrow. Deciding that was what they needed, to get away from everything, Steve almost missed the picture as he got to the end of the calendar.
He groaned, pressing down on his cock as he instantly hardened, his zipper painfully cutting into him. “Gaaawd,” he moaned, staring down at the side of the man he’d never seen. Sure, he’d seen Danny in jeans when they’d run the undercover op on Ochoa, but his main focus had been on other things. Yes, he’d smirked at the man, but that had mainly been to distract himself from jumping Danny; something he hadn’t had permission to do at that point. This, this was so far beyond that it wasn’t even funny. These were well-worn jeans that clung to all the right places; that were wearing thin in the crotch (and he was willing to bet the ass too). This was Danny in nothing more than a wife-beater-when Steve had never seen him out in public in anything less than a full shirt-and draped over the hood of a car. Danny wasn’t smiling, in fact he looked more bored than anything, but the intense look was the one he used when he was studying something.
2. You Make Me Want To (Original Fic birthday present for palm__tree )
Part Two
You make me want to roll down the river and around the bend
“I just want to relax,” he protested as she urged him towards the bedroom to change.
“You can relax on the river,” she pointed out. Grabbing his shorts, she tossed them at him. When he just looked at her, the weeks on the road clear on his face, she edged closer, pressing up against him. “Please, bebe?” she wheedled him. “We don’t have to stay all day if you don’t want to, but it’s so hot out and it’ll be nice to see everyone.”
Matt found it hard to deny her much and when she asked like this, she made it more difficult still. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed deeply for a few moments, enjoying the clean scent of her skin against his. “Yeah, okay. Just for a little bit.”
She bounced up on tiptoes, kissing his briefly on the lips. “Thanks, sweetling. Change quickly? So we can get going?”
“Hey, you.” He grabbed her wrist as she started to pull away. “You call that a thank you, darlin’?” He reeled her in, spreading a hand across her ass and molding her to his body. Dipping his head towards hers, he teased her for a minute before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.
3. Catherine Meets Tiger!Steve (Shifter Verse H50 AU) for emocezi
He peeled her fingers off his arm, grimacing as she tried to dig them in deeper. “Catherine, it’s fine. He’s not going to hurt me.” He finally succeeded in getting free from her. “But he will get upset if I don’t go out there. And he’ll probably come inside looking for me. Just give me a few minutes.”
While she tried to process that, Danny slipped out the door, stashing the knife on the shelf where they kept the lighter and other outside paraphernalia. The tiger’s head came up as he made a little noise and he hopped down off the lounger, churr-uping in greeting at Danny.
“Oh, no,” Danny started, crossing his arms. “Don’t even start that with me. Don’t give me ‘I’m happy to see you’. You were supposed to handle this on your own. It was your idea to talk to the girl and have a polite conversation with her. Kinda hard to talk to her when you’re a cat!”
Steve stopped in front of him, rolling his eyes and then boosting himself onto his hind legs, placing a paw over Danny’s mouth. Automatically Danny’s hands came up to balance the large cat, falling silent so he didn’t get cat hair in his mouth. He glared at the golden eyes that were now looking him in the eye.
4. Bombs Away (Sanctuary Fic) for kaitlia777
So really, no one could blame him for taking advantage of the empty lab to poke around. Really no one, not even Biggie who was all about respecting everyone’s space. It wasn’t like he’d broken in and started poking around. He wasn’t even really moving anything, just checking out what Henry’d left out on the shelves and tables.
A noise from one of the shelves drew his attention and he wandered in that direction, trying to pinpoint the chirruping. Any number of things could have hidden themselves in Henry’s disorganization. Really he was only doing his job by making sure nothing dangerous had escaped from the SHU (not that he really thought that was possible, Henry’s redundancies seemed to have redundancies), but it was better safe than sorry. Especially after some of the incidents they’d had over the last few months, Hell make that years.
Scanning the shelves, it didn’t look like anything could be making the noise, until he spied a tuft of fur. “The fuck…?” he asked. “Don’t tell me something actually escaped. Damn it. I thought we’d locked everything down and triple checked after that whole Nubbins thing.” Moving aside what looked like the barrel of a gun, he reached back, trying to grab the fur. His hand brushed something that looked perfectly harmless…and pink.
5. Henry and Biggie at Comic Con (Sanctuary) for kaitlia777
“Did you actually want something, Kate? Or are you just trying to annoy the crap out of me before I leave?” he asked, spinning to face her.
“Sorry, I was just curious. It’s kinda unusual for you two to go off by…” she stopped, something having caught her attention. “Henry? Are these yours?” She hopped off the desk, crossing the room to where a pair of pants were hanging from a hook on the wall.
“Um, yeah?” Henry replied, a little worried by the gleam in her eye. “Why do you sound so amazed?”
She rubbed her hand against them, almost moaning at the softness of the leather. “Gotta admit I never pictured you as leather bondage boy.” She eyed him as if trying to decide how he looked in them.
“Please stop. Cause that look is disturbing on many levels.” Henry reached around her and took the pants, folding them and placing them in their traveling pack. “And I’m not into bondage so you can clean that idea out of your mind.”
6. Sanctuary Fic-Will and Henry look for a Killer (Sanctuary fic)
“We don’t serve your kind in here,” the guy replied, crossing his arms; his muscles bulging against the red t-shirt he wore.
“My w-w-what?” Will stuttered, trying to drag his eyes away from the graphic on the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it appeared to be two people in a position that wasn’t anatomically possible-at least not with any person he’d ever met.
“Straights. We don’t serve them here.”
“You don’t serve what?” Will turned his attention to the guy, finally realizing he should pay attention to the words. “You mean you don’t serve people who like people of the opposite sex? Or you don’t serve people who look normal? Or you don’t…”
The growl that issued from the man’s throat was almost drowned out by the sound of Toccata and Fugue again. Will turned sideways, trying to keep the counter boy in his sights and also see who was entering.
Henry took one look at the tableau and immediately bared his teeth at the boy. “Back off, Crispin,” he growled. “He’s under my protection.”
The boy hunkered down, baring his throat, and whining at Henry. “He’s pretty stupid, Henry,” he replied. “Why would you let him live?”
Will stumbled back as Henry leaped crossing the room in two bounds and pinning the boy to the counter. “Let you live, didn’t I?” he growled out between tightly clenched teeth. “Leave him alone.” He banged the boy’s head against the counter before letting him up. “Where’s Cee?”
“The back. In the back. Got a customer though,” the boy got out.
Henry backed up, jerking his head at Will, and motioning towards the opening into the back room. “Stay. Put,” he ordered to Crispin.
“What the hell was that all about?” Will whispered when Henry followed him into the hallway.
“Nothing. What did I tell you about making eye contact?”
“Me? He started it!” Will protested.
“Oh, yeah, that would have been a great defense. ‘I’m sorry, Doc. Will got his throat ripped out because the other guy started it’. Who incidentally is just a cub.”
7. Henry and Cee (Sanctuary fic)
He pressed up behind her, trapping her between his body and the counter as he placed his hands on either side of her. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked against her ear, smiling at the shiver it invoked. “Think I wouldn’t smell you or notice how touchy you were? I thought we had a deal, Celia. We would take care of each other.” He let his teeth graze her neck and pressed harder against her body as she gave a full body shudder. “If you’d rather I leave you to the untender mercies of the Clan…”
She shook her head frantically. “No.”
“So what were you thinking?”
“You’re busy,” she answered, even as she tilted her head, baring her neck for him.
He pressed his teeth against her skin, grazing her lightly. “I will always make time to help you, Cee. Unless the world is at stake.”
“I…” she stopped as he traced the ink on her shoulder with his tongue, biting down a little harder this time as he got to the edge of it. “Henry,” she moaned.
He moved his arms in closer, turning his hands and running them up her sides until he cupped her breasts through her top. “You know all you have to do is say the word,” he whispered in her ear.
She pushed back against him, moaning as his hardening cock pressed against her ass. “More, please,” she begged.
8. Losers/Sanctuary Crossover-Jensen asks an old friend for help
Clay raised his eyebrow as the three civilians stumbled into their camp, turning to Jensen. “This is your help?”
The lighter haired man lifted his head, still breathing heavily and commented, “Henry? The next time a friend of yours asks for assistance? Can we maybe please not involve jungles? Or mountains? Or water?”
The other man grinned slightly. “The mountains were not my fault. Blame the doc for that one.” He waved at the soldiers. “Hi. Henry Foss.” He pointed at the other man who had straightened up completely now and was looking around curiously. “Will Zimmerman. And Cee Macleod.”
Jensen had gotten to his feet as he spoke and now he crossed over to Henry, grinning at him. “Hey, man. Thanks for coming.”
Henry nodded. “No problem. You said something about men and cats? It sounded like it might be up Cee’s alley so she volunteered to come along.”
Pooch looked her over, she barely looked like she could keep up with the two men she’d come with, although she hadn’t been breathing nearly as heavy as Will. She didn’t appear to be listening to the conversation, but was looking around the trees and up into the foliage. “Are you some kind of cat doctor or something?” he asked her.
“Who me?” she replied. “Hell no. I’m a tattoo artist.” At Henry’s sigh, she added, “I just have some special skills that might be useful. I give Henry’s boss a hand from time to time. I used to do a lot of hunting and tracking, but not as much now.”
Henry shook his head. “Yeah. Anyway. Jensen, where did this happen?”
“Look, you three may be armed, but we’ve got no idea what kind of shots you are and we’re not going to let you just go blundering into where ever these things just disappeared the other day,” Clay broke in.
9. Eliot vs Nate-Pre-Series Leverage for chrismouse
There came a time when ‘it seemed like a good idea’ and ‘needing the money’ really needed to be weighed against the probability of having to deal with Nathan fucking Ford. If he had known Ford was going to be involved in this, he would have said no…or asked for more money.
Right now, he was crouched outside a window; hanging on by his fingertips as he watched the guests waltz to the strains of the small orchestra. The plan had been to use the cover of the party to slip in and nab the Duchess’s Noose. The client had neglected to mention the Noose was insured by IYS and that Ford was on the premise inspecting the security. Only the fact that it was only a thick pane of glass separating him from the guests kept him from cursing his luck at this moment.
He ducked back as someone came a little too close to the window and decided he couldn’t stay where he was. Despite everything, he’d managed to grab the Noose and Ford was now hunting him. No one would have guessed it from the way people were acting inside, but Eliot was well aware of Ford’s methods. It wouldn’t do to disrupt the party or cause a ruckus, but if he could lay his hands on Eliot Spencer, Ford wouldn’t spare anything.
And now some older stuff that I still want to finish and hopefully this will help kick start them if someone shows interest
10. We’re the Losers (Losers Mini-Bang)
Flashback-Roque
William Roque stood before the judge, a snarl on his face, his hands cuffed behind his back. A legal aid lawyer stood near him, but not close enough for the teenager to strike him easily. A uniformed man stood just behind the barrier, watching the proceedings carefully.
The judge looked down at the teenager. “It seems to me that you have reached the last of your chances. You’re eighteen now, Mr. Roque. And you’ve been arrested yet again. You will not go to juvenile hall this time. Since your infractions have been non-lethal up until this time, I have been persuaded to offer you an option. This is the first time you’ve been caught with a weapon and it was a knife not a gun. Because of that, you have the option of either joining the military, specifically the Army. Or going to jail.”
Roque flicked his eyes to the uniformed man, not understanding the reason for his presence. “I’ll take option A.”
Flashback-Pooch
Linwood Porteous grew up in a small town and he didn’t mean an “I was born in a small town” like John Cougar Mellencamp sang about small town. He meant a blink and ya miss it, no stoplights, sidewalks rolled up at 6pm on a weeknight, everybody knew everybody’s business before you made it out the door small town. An I’m gonna marry the girl I met in kindergarten small town. But he couldn’t marry that girl if he couldn’t support her and there was no way he could find a job in that small town.
So a week after his eighteen birthday (and three months after he graduated high school), Pooch kissed his childhood sweetheart on the cheek as he dropped her off at work and drove three towns over. He sat outside the building for a while, staring at the Be all that you can be posters before getting out and walking in.
Three hours later he walked back out, his papers with his date to report to Basic clutched tightly in his hand.
11. Trapped (Losers) for starhawk_writes
“You could have just asked me to stop,” he grumbled. Running a hand through his blond hair, he shook the extraneous sweat off. “I’m fucking hot.” When Cougar didn’t respond, he whined, “Cou-gar, I’m ho-ot.”
Raising an eyebrow at him, Cougar tugged on Jensen’s over shirt, slipping the buttons from the bottom. Jensen grinned in response and finished undoing them, shrugging out of the heavy cotton. After a moment of consideration, he tugged off his wife beater too.
Cougar had watched the proceedings with bemusement, now he reached out, tracing the lettering on Jensen’s right shoulder before smiling softly at him. Jensen leaned his head on Cougar’s shoulder for a moment, letting the older man ground him.
They’d been stuck in the small shed for the past day. Cougar had covered Jensen as the young tech had planted bugs and hooked into the mainframe of the compound he’d infiltrated before sneaking back out. Although he’d slipped out cleanly, the guerillas were sweeping the jungle and the two Losers were holed up in the well-hidden shack waiting for the coast to be clear enough for them to hook back up with the rest of the team. It meant Jensen didn’t have to worry as much about being quiet, but had a distinct lack of air circulation.
And I think that’s it for now…I have a ton more WIPs, but this is already huge and just…overwhelming me so I can only imagine what it’s doing to y’all…plus I need to go do a couple of things before heading over to my gramma’s for Thanksgiving dinner. Have a great day y’all and I’ll see ya soon!
Standard Disclaimer for Everything that Follows: Nothing recognizable belongs to me. Mores the pity because we’d have a lot more fun if some of them did ;-)
Ratings are PG-13 to NC-17
1. Calendar Boy (Shifter Verse H50 AU) for emocezi
The first couple of layers were recent; picnics and cop functions that even unlabeled Steve was able to semi-identify. He set them aside in a pile, carefully unbending edges that had gotten folded in packing. A group of class school pictures, students identified in an unfamiliar hand went into another pile, with Grace’s individual pictures going into yet another pile. Steve vaguely remembered his mother framing his and Mary’s school pictures each year and he wanted to do that for Danny; give him that gift. He’d have to see if Kono had any idea who to talk to about that or if someone in their family could take care of it.
Digging farther, he smiled as he came across some pictures of Danny bleary-eyed and sleepy, a tiny body held tightly in his arms. Flipping the first one over, he saw his guess was right as the date was just two weeks after Grace’s birth. This glimpse of the new father, the awe and fear clear on his face, made Steve’s heart ache. He hadn’t been able to share this with Danny; this part that should have been his had belonged to someone else and would never be his. For a moment he wanted to rip the picture to shreds, wished he had never looked in the box, but he couldn’t take the memory from Danny. He couldn’t take that away from him, but he also couldn’t look at it right now so he placed it face down before moving on to another section of the box.
Frowning he looked down into the box, noticing that there was a saran wrapped box wedged sideways into the bottom of the box. He had to shift some of the photos around to get it out, but he finally had it free and lifted out. It was sealed and had obviously never been opened; Steve smirked at the fake crime scene tape around the box that read Jersey City PD Benefit. He debated for a moment, but it didn’t last long and a couple swipes of his knife broke the seals, spilling a collection of calendars labeled Cops & Cars into his lap. “What the hell are you hiding, Danny?” he whispered.
Breaking the seal on one of the calendars, he opened it, blinking at the sight of a well-built cop seated atop a vintage Mustang. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, except the man was shirtless and sprawled across the hood; one hand dangling between his legs. It was exactly porn, but it was edging on the risqué side and not something he’d expected from Danny. Flipping through, he felt a slow smile spread across his face. If this was what Danny liked…maybe he should see about working on his dad’s Mercury some more and getting it into drivable condition. He continued to flip through the calendar, plotting out a course of action. The car wouldn’t need much work to get running, at least not enough for them to take a test drive to try it out. If he put in a couple hours today, they might even be able to go out tomorrow. Deciding that was what they needed, to get away from everything, Steve almost missed the picture as he got to the end of the calendar.
He groaned, pressing down on his cock as he instantly hardened, his zipper painfully cutting into him. “Gaaawd,” he moaned, staring down at the side of the man he’d never seen. Sure, he’d seen Danny in jeans when they’d run the undercover op on Ochoa, but his main focus had been on other things. Yes, he’d smirked at the man, but that had mainly been to distract himself from jumping Danny; something he hadn’t had permission to do at that point. This, this was so far beyond that it wasn’t even funny. These were well-worn jeans that clung to all the right places; that were wearing thin in the crotch (and he was willing to bet the ass too). This was Danny in nothing more than a wife-beater-when Steve had never seen him out in public in anything less than a full shirt-and draped over the hood of a car. Danny wasn’t smiling, in fact he looked more bored than anything, but the intense look was the one he used when he was studying something.
2. You Make Me Want To (Original Fic birthday present for palm__tree )
Part Two
You make me want to roll down the river and around the bend
“I just want to relax,” he protested as she urged him towards the bedroom to change.
“You can relax on the river,” she pointed out. Grabbing his shorts, she tossed them at him. When he just looked at her, the weeks on the road clear on his face, she edged closer, pressing up against him. “Please, bebe?” she wheedled him. “We don’t have to stay all day if you don’t want to, but it’s so hot out and it’ll be nice to see everyone.”
Matt found it hard to deny her much and when she asked like this, she made it more difficult still. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed deeply for a few moments, enjoying the clean scent of her skin against his. “Yeah, okay. Just for a little bit.”
She bounced up on tiptoes, kissing his briefly on the lips. “Thanks, sweetling. Change quickly? So we can get going?”
“Hey, you.” He grabbed her wrist as she started to pull away. “You call that a thank you, darlin’?” He reeled her in, spreading a hand across her ass and molding her to his body. Dipping his head towards hers, he teased her for a minute before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.
3. Catherine Meets Tiger!Steve (Shifter Verse H50 AU) for emocezi
He peeled her fingers off his arm, grimacing as she tried to dig them in deeper. “Catherine, it’s fine. He’s not going to hurt me.” He finally succeeded in getting free from her. “But he will get upset if I don’t go out there. And he’ll probably come inside looking for me. Just give me a few minutes.”
While she tried to process that, Danny slipped out the door, stashing the knife on the shelf where they kept the lighter and other outside paraphernalia. The tiger’s head came up as he made a little noise and he hopped down off the lounger, churr-uping in greeting at Danny.
“Oh, no,” Danny started, crossing his arms. “Don’t even start that with me. Don’t give me ‘I’m happy to see you’. You were supposed to handle this on your own. It was your idea to talk to the girl and have a polite conversation with her. Kinda hard to talk to her when you’re a cat!”
Steve stopped in front of him, rolling his eyes and then boosting himself onto his hind legs, placing a paw over Danny’s mouth. Automatically Danny’s hands came up to balance the large cat, falling silent so he didn’t get cat hair in his mouth. He glared at the golden eyes that were now looking him in the eye.
4. Bombs Away (Sanctuary Fic) for kaitlia777
So really, no one could blame him for taking advantage of the empty lab to poke around. Really no one, not even Biggie who was all about respecting everyone’s space. It wasn’t like he’d broken in and started poking around. He wasn’t even really moving anything, just checking out what Henry’d left out on the shelves and tables.
A noise from one of the shelves drew his attention and he wandered in that direction, trying to pinpoint the chirruping. Any number of things could have hidden themselves in Henry’s disorganization. Really he was only doing his job by making sure nothing dangerous had escaped from the SHU (not that he really thought that was possible, Henry’s redundancies seemed to have redundancies), but it was better safe than sorry. Especially after some of the incidents they’d had over the last few months, Hell make that years.
Scanning the shelves, it didn’t look like anything could be making the noise, until he spied a tuft of fur. “The fuck…?” he asked. “Don’t tell me something actually escaped. Damn it. I thought we’d locked everything down and triple checked after that whole Nubbins thing.” Moving aside what looked like the barrel of a gun, he reached back, trying to grab the fur. His hand brushed something that looked perfectly harmless…and pink.
5. Henry and Biggie at Comic Con (Sanctuary) for kaitlia777
“Did you actually want something, Kate? Or are you just trying to annoy the crap out of me before I leave?” he asked, spinning to face her.
“Sorry, I was just curious. It’s kinda unusual for you two to go off by…” she stopped, something having caught her attention. “Henry? Are these yours?” She hopped off the desk, crossing the room to where a pair of pants were hanging from a hook on the wall.
“Um, yeah?” Henry replied, a little worried by the gleam in her eye. “Why do you sound so amazed?”
She rubbed her hand against them, almost moaning at the softness of the leather. “Gotta admit I never pictured you as leather bondage boy.” She eyed him as if trying to decide how he looked in them.
“Please stop. Cause that look is disturbing on many levels.” Henry reached around her and took the pants, folding them and placing them in their traveling pack. “And I’m not into bondage so you can clean that idea out of your mind.”
6. Sanctuary Fic-Will and Henry look for a Killer (Sanctuary fic)
“We don’t serve your kind in here,” the guy replied, crossing his arms; his muscles bulging against the red t-shirt he wore.
“My w-w-what?” Will stuttered, trying to drag his eyes away from the graphic on the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it appeared to be two people in a position that wasn’t anatomically possible-at least not with any person he’d ever met.
“Straights. We don’t serve them here.”
“You don’t serve what?” Will turned his attention to the guy, finally realizing he should pay attention to the words. “You mean you don’t serve people who like people of the opposite sex? Or you don’t serve people who look normal? Or you don’t…”
The growl that issued from the man’s throat was almost drowned out by the sound of Toccata and Fugue again. Will turned sideways, trying to keep the counter boy in his sights and also see who was entering.
Henry took one look at the tableau and immediately bared his teeth at the boy. “Back off, Crispin,” he growled. “He’s under my protection.”
The boy hunkered down, baring his throat, and whining at Henry. “He’s pretty stupid, Henry,” he replied. “Why would you let him live?”
Will stumbled back as Henry leaped crossing the room in two bounds and pinning the boy to the counter. “Let you live, didn’t I?” he growled out between tightly clenched teeth. “Leave him alone.” He banged the boy’s head against the counter before letting him up. “Where’s Cee?”
“The back. In the back. Got a customer though,” the boy got out.
Henry backed up, jerking his head at Will, and motioning towards the opening into the back room. “Stay. Put,” he ordered to Crispin.
“What the hell was that all about?” Will whispered when Henry followed him into the hallway.
“Nothing. What did I tell you about making eye contact?”
“Me? He started it!” Will protested.
“Oh, yeah, that would have been a great defense. ‘I’m sorry, Doc. Will got his throat ripped out because the other guy started it’. Who incidentally is just a cub.”
7. Henry and Cee (Sanctuary fic)
He pressed up behind her, trapping her between his body and the counter as he placed his hands on either side of her. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked against her ear, smiling at the shiver it invoked. “Think I wouldn’t smell you or notice how touchy you were? I thought we had a deal, Celia. We would take care of each other.” He let his teeth graze her neck and pressed harder against her body as she gave a full body shudder. “If you’d rather I leave you to the untender mercies of the Clan…”
She shook her head frantically. “No.”
“So what were you thinking?”
“You’re busy,” she answered, even as she tilted her head, baring her neck for him.
He pressed his teeth against her skin, grazing her lightly. “I will always make time to help you, Cee. Unless the world is at stake.”
“I…” she stopped as he traced the ink on her shoulder with his tongue, biting down a little harder this time as he got to the edge of it. “Henry,” she moaned.
He moved his arms in closer, turning his hands and running them up her sides until he cupped her breasts through her top. “You know all you have to do is say the word,” he whispered in her ear.
She pushed back against him, moaning as his hardening cock pressed against her ass. “More, please,” she begged.
8. Losers/Sanctuary Crossover-Jensen asks an old friend for help
Clay raised his eyebrow as the three civilians stumbled into their camp, turning to Jensen. “This is your help?”
The lighter haired man lifted his head, still breathing heavily and commented, “Henry? The next time a friend of yours asks for assistance? Can we maybe please not involve jungles? Or mountains? Or water?”
The other man grinned slightly. “The mountains were not my fault. Blame the doc for that one.” He waved at the soldiers. “Hi. Henry Foss.” He pointed at the other man who had straightened up completely now and was looking around curiously. “Will Zimmerman. And Cee Macleod.”
Jensen had gotten to his feet as he spoke and now he crossed over to Henry, grinning at him. “Hey, man. Thanks for coming.”
Henry nodded. “No problem. You said something about men and cats? It sounded like it might be up Cee’s alley so she volunteered to come along.”
Pooch looked her over, she barely looked like she could keep up with the two men she’d come with, although she hadn’t been breathing nearly as heavy as Will. She didn’t appear to be listening to the conversation, but was looking around the trees and up into the foliage. “Are you some kind of cat doctor or something?” he asked her.
“Who me?” she replied. “Hell no. I’m a tattoo artist.” At Henry’s sigh, she added, “I just have some special skills that might be useful. I give Henry’s boss a hand from time to time. I used to do a lot of hunting and tracking, but not as much now.”
Henry shook his head. “Yeah. Anyway. Jensen, where did this happen?”
“Look, you three may be armed, but we’ve got no idea what kind of shots you are and we’re not going to let you just go blundering into where ever these things just disappeared the other day,” Clay broke in.
9. Eliot vs Nate-Pre-Series Leverage for chrismouse
There came a time when ‘it seemed like a good idea’ and ‘needing the money’ really needed to be weighed against the probability of having to deal with Nathan fucking Ford. If he had known Ford was going to be involved in this, he would have said no…or asked for more money.
Right now, he was crouched outside a window; hanging on by his fingertips as he watched the guests waltz to the strains of the small orchestra. The plan had been to use the cover of the party to slip in and nab the Duchess’s Noose. The client had neglected to mention the Noose was insured by IYS and that Ford was on the premise inspecting the security. Only the fact that it was only a thick pane of glass separating him from the guests kept him from cursing his luck at this moment.
He ducked back as someone came a little too close to the window and decided he couldn’t stay where he was. Despite everything, he’d managed to grab the Noose and Ford was now hunting him. No one would have guessed it from the way people were acting inside, but Eliot was well aware of Ford’s methods. It wouldn’t do to disrupt the party or cause a ruckus, but if he could lay his hands on Eliot Spencer, Ford wouldn’t spare anything.
And now some older stuff that I still want to finish and hopefully this will help kick start them if someone shows interest
10. We’re the Losers (Losers Mini-Bang)
Flashback-Roque
William Roque stood before the judge, a snarl on his face, his hands cuffed behind his back. A legal aid lawyer stood near him, but not close enough for the teenager to strike him easily. A uniformed man stood just behind the barrier, watching the proceedings carefully.
The judge looked down at the teenager. “It seems to me that you have reached the last of your chances. You’re eighteen now, Mr. Roque. And you’ve been arrested yet again. You will not go to juvenile hall this time. Since your infractions have been non-lethal up until this time, I have been persuaded to offer you an option. This is the first time you’ve been caught with a weapon and it was a knife not a gun. Because of that, you have the option of either joining the military, specifically the Army. Or going to jail.”
Roque flicked his eyes to the uniformed man, not understanding the reason for his presence. “I’ll take option A.”
Flashback-Pooch
Linwood Porteous grew up in a small town and he didn’t mean an “I was born in a small town” like John Cougar Mellencamp sang about small town. He meant a blink and ya miss it, no stoplights, sidewalks rolled up at 6pm on a weeknight, everybody knew everybody’s business before you made it out the door small town. An I’m gonna marry the girl I met in kindergarten small town. But he couldn’t marry that girl if he couldn’t support her and there was no way he could find a job in that small town.
So a week after his eighteen birthday (and three months after he graduated high school), Pooch kissed his childhood sweetheart on the cheek as he dropped her off at work and drove three towns over. He sat outside the building for a while, staring at the Be all that you can be posters before getting out and walking in.
Three hours later he walked back out, his papers with his date to report to Basic clutched tightly in his hand.
11. Trapped (Losers) for starhawk_writes
“You could have just asked me to stop,” he grumbled. Running a hand through his blond hair, he shook the extraneous sweat off. “I’m fucking hot.” When Cougar didn’t respond, he whined, “Cou-gar, I’m ho-ot.”
Raising an eyebrow at him, Cougar tugged on Jensen’s over shirt, slipping the buttons from the bottom. Jensen grinned in response and finished undoing them, shrugging out of the heavy cotton. After a moment of consideration, he tugged off his wife beater too.
Cougar had watched the proceedings with bemusement, now he reached out, tracing the lettering on Jensen’s right shoulder before smiling softly at him. Jensen leaned his head on Cougar’s shoulder for a moment, letting the older man ground him.
They’d been stuck in the small shed for the past day. Cougar had covered Jensen as the young tech had planted bugs and hooked into the mainframe of the compound he’d infiltrated before sneaking back out. Although he’d slipped out cleanly, the guerillas were sweeping the jungle and the two Losers were holed up in the well-hidden shack waiting for the coast to be clear enough for them to hook back up with the rest of the team. It meant Jensen didn’t have to worry as much about being quiet, but had a distinct lack of air circulation.
And I think that’s it for now…I have a ton more WIPs, but this is already huge and just…overwhelming me so I can only imagine what it’s doing to y’all…plus I need to go do a couple of things before heading over to my gramma’s for Thanksgiving dinner. Have a great day y’all and I’ll see ya soon!