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May. 1st, 2006 01:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kbkI went to nos's y'day, and we watched Who, lots of, and there was joy, and there was popcorn, and there were people, and then there was stress and screaming and I ran away. And I bought a pile of crap and ate that instead of the actual food that was waiting for me. And I'm probably all dehydrated and crap and I don't care. Ho-hum.
So I got round to writing those requests. Three Dr Who, one utter batshit (srsly, made me go wtf?).
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wishfulaces - Fitz/Oz
When Oz sees Fitz fall to the ground, the rage starts to build in his chest.
They're barely visible in the shadowed alleyway, but there are three of them, all of them stronger than human, and they're not even pretending to fight fair.
Oz is halfway there when the smell of his lover's blood hits him. One of them has a knife, and Fitz is scrambling away, hand pressed to his slashed forearm. The attackers laugh, and Oz hears evil in the sound.
Oz lets the wolf take him, and hopes Fitz will still be there when he wakes up.
Forsnowgrouse - Sarah-Jane, Slutboi Alien Tease
His eyes run over her as she approaches, and she feels a tingle of pride (and perhaps a little something else) because he must be twenty years younger than her and he's certainly not unattractive.
He takes her hand as though he's about to kiss it, and smiles ridiculously brightly, and calls her Miss Smith as though she's a young girl, not a spinster. He leans towards her, and keeps his gaze on her face, and seems genuinely interested in her.
She's almost disappointed when he lets her walk away. Perhaps she'll think of some follow-up questions for Mr Smith.
Forspockette - Sarah-Jane and/or porn
Sarah-Jane's a journalist, dammit. She's good with words. She makes a career out of asking questions.
She just has to stop thinking about where this question might take her. Stop wondering what it would feel like to kiss those lips, have those hands on her breasts, those thighs between her own.
She swallows, and forces the heated speculation away. Nothing's going to happen if she doesn't make the first move. Stay cool, girl, she tells herself. She slinks across to her target and positions herself attractively.
"Hey," she says, tilting a smile down at the other woman. "Fancy some dinner?"
Forturtlebat - Penfold, corset. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, espionage.
Every profession has stories. Of innovators, of bunglers, of all-round geniuses. Even in the world of espionage, there are myths.
There's Bond, of course, with his tales of lust and intrigue.
There's Penfold, who once saved the West through judicious use of a corset.
And then there's the most famous of all, spoken of in hushed whispers behind closed doors and EM-interference-equipment. He can defeat any enemy, despite his unlikely physique. He can find a way through any defences. He can chew through to the heart of any problem and let others see in.
He is... The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Any more for any more? The meme is to do 10, and I wouldn't mind...
ETA: Two more in comments.
So I got round to writing those requests. Three Dr Who, one utter batshit (srsly, made me go wtf?).
For
wishfulaces - Fitz/OzWhen Oz sees Fitz fall to the ground, the rage starts to build in his chest.
They're barely visible in the shadowed alleyway, but there are three of them, all of them stronger than human, and they're not even pretending to fight fair.
Oz is halfway there when the smell of his lover's blood hits him. One of them has a knife, and Fitz is scrambling away, hand pressed to his slashed forearm. The attackers laugh, and Oz hears evil in the sound.
Oz lets the wolf take him, and hopes Fitz will still be there when he wakes up.
For
snowgrouse - Sarah-Jane, Slutboi Alien TeaseHis eyes run over her as she approaches, and she feels a tingle of pride (and perhaps a little something else) because he must be twenty years younger than her and he's certainly not unattractive.
He takes her hand as though he's about to kiss it, and smiles ridiculously brightly, and calls her Miss Smith as though she's a young girl, not a spinster. He leans towards her, and keeps his gaze on her face, and seems genuinely interested in her.
She's almost disappointed when he lets her walk away. Perhaps she'll think of some follow-up questions for Mr Smith.
For
spockette - Sarah-Jane and/or pornSarah-Jane's a journalist, dammit. She's good with words. She makes a career out of asking questions.
She just has to stop thinking about where this question might take her. Stop wondering what it would feel like to kiss those lips, have those hands on her breasts, those thighs between her own.
She swallows, and forces the heated speculation away. Nothing's going to happen if she doesn't make the first move. Stay cool, girl, she tells herself. She slinks across to her target and positions herself attractively.
"Hey," she says, tilting a smile down at the other woman. "Fancy some dinner?"
For
turtlebat - Penfold, corset. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, espionage. Every profession has stories. Of innovators, of bunglers, of all-round geniuses. Even in the world of espionage, there are myths.
There's Bond, of course, with his tales of lust and intrigue.
There's Penfold, who once saved the West through judicious use of a corset.
And then there's the most famous of all, spoken of in hushed whispers behind closed doors and EM-interference-equipment. He can defeat any enemy, despite his unlikely physique. He can find a way through any defences. He can chew through to the heart of any problem and let others see in.
He is... The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Any more for any more? The meme is to do 10, and I wouldn't mind...
ETA: Two more in comments.
