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RULES

1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?



2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).

3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.

4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.

5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?

6. Go for it!

REMINDERS

7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?

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Trip to the moon (Red'verse)

Date: 2012-12-03 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The Red'verse has daily flights to the moon! That's a trip (vacation? work-related jaunt?) someone needs to write.

Any characters welcome. Low-gravity excuse for porn welcome, of course.

Re: Trip to the moon (Red'verse)

Date: 2012-12-03 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh, wow. Yes, this!

Re: Trip to the moon (Red'verse)

From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-12-03 07:47 pm (UTC) - Expand

Peter/ Olivia

Date: 2012-12-09 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Post-508
Comfort sex
From: (Anonymous)
The evening's drizzle has turned into a full-fledged downpour by the time Olivia finally gets Peter home.

Home being the operative word.

She doesn't remember when home stopped being the house on Quincy, or her apartment in the months they were together before that. Once upon a fleeting time, home was the Bishop house in Cambridge with its high ceilings and stained-glass windows that bent the light just so and made the mornings feel long and golden. Etta's place is a way station full of ghosts.

No, home has always been the lab, capitalized in her mind in big block letters with drop shadows hanging over its heavy wooden doors. It's where they always ended up. It's where they always went to regroup.

Olivia leaves him in the tunnel while she goes to find Walter and tells him Peter's back. The amber refracts the even the smallest amount of light and casts everything in subdued shadows. She packs a few things into a backpack – soap, towels, clean gauze and tape – while Walter follows her around asking questions she doesn't have the answers to yet. She stops him from following her back into the air vent with a firm hand on his arm and a promise that she won't let Peter go again. The yellow light deepens his worry-lines to crevices; amber is brittle and unforgiving.

The lab may be home now, but it offers little privacy; Walter's more prone to insomniac wandering than ever and Astrid's sleeps but a portable curtain away. Peter hadn't been sleeping when he'd been there at all.

She hands him the Observer tech, wrapped in a cloth and wiped free of Peter's blood, and tells him, "Please, Walter. I need my husband right now more than you need your son," and when his gaze drops to the bundle cradled in his hands, "just for a little while."

"Of course," Walter tells her. He forces out a smile that wavers then disappears. It's a delicate balance they keep; a dance of fathers and sons, husbands and wives, daughters and fathers turnabout. Of needing and being needed. And needing to be needed. Their relationships are always adjusting and ever-changing. She's played second string to him before and she's certain she will again quite soon for Walter to be able to see the plan through, but for the moment he'll cede the stage. "I suppose I don't need to remind you to be careful."

Olivia searches his eyes for hints of a deeper meaning and is reminded that in this timeline she was like a child to him long before Peter came back to fill that role. "Of course," she echoes gently.



The steam tunnels under Harvard have turned out to be a godsend. They use them as their own railroad, ferrying supplies in and out of the lab under the noses of the Loyalist guards; carting cots and bedding from student residence storage rooms, munitions from Resistance sources, and themselves under the cover of night.

Olivia leads Peter by the hand down one artery and up another branch to a heavy wooden door in the basement of Grays Hall, deep in the heart of Observer territory. Silver light filters through the few un-shuttered ground-level windows. The shadows feel cold and unwelcoming. They weave their way between stacks of wooden chairs and dusty boxes of text books and drop-cloth covered shapes that could be anything from dining hall dishes to treasured artifacts spirited and away at the start of the Purge. Down the hallway, and through a heavy door to the old showers.

Peter dogs the door behind them with a chair jammed under the handle, while Olivia checks the window; they move as quietly as they can, but their footsteps still echo against the tile walls and floor.

"You're hurt," Peter says as he pulls her under the shaft of moonlight that cuts a sharp swath through the middle of the room. It's the most he's said since she'd coaxed him down off that roof.

She tries to duck her head and tries to give him an, "It's nothing, I'm fine," but he catches her chin with his fingertips, gentle as he's always been, and there's no point hiding it; she aches, inside and out and in places she's terrified are now out of his reach. "You're soaking wet," she counters as he tilts her face this way and that, taking in the damages.

"So're you."

His voice has lost that mechanical edge; his movements are becoming more fluid. She may just have gotten through to him in time.

Olivia unzips his jacket and strips his shirt. She pulls the collar over his head and brushes his neck. Her fingers come away tacky. "We need to get that cleaned up properly."

They can't risk running the taps, and the jugs of water they'd left stashed there are room temperature at best, but it's better than nothing. Olivia shucks her own wet clothes into a pile in the corner until she's down to damp shirtsleeves and underwear. She's never felt shy in front of Peter, never had anything to hide from him before, but it's fair to say there's still a part of her that's spooked by what he'd become. There's a part of her that's afraid that the distance and the grief between them might yet be too far to bridge.

Peter watches her as he digs through the backpack for supplies with one hand; the other he keeps fisted around their daughter's necklace, bullet clutched like a talisman.

"Sit," she orders once she's divested him of his boots and his jeans, and leads him to the chair by the door. Peter doesn't argue. He leans forward when she threads her fingers through his hair, rests his forehead against her stomach and tightens his fingers into her hips when hers get too close to the angry gash at the base of his skull. It's already starting to heal. She dabs at the wound with clean gauze and tries not to pull back when he hisses and his hands dig into the bruises on her ribs.

He feels her tense. "'Liv let me see." She nods and he pulls up the hem of her shirt.

It looks worse in the half-light, she tells herself, but the truth is she's taken a beating or two before, and she can tell by the way it hurts to breathe deeply that she's still going to be sore tomorrow.

Peter traces his fingers along her side with the edge of his thumb while he holds her steady with his other hand on her hip. He looks up at her and in the thin light she can see the worry written clear. "You want to tell me what happened?"

She shakes her head and brushes his hair back from his forehead. "Not now."

He pulls her closer so she's standing between his knees. "Later, I promise," she tells him as his hands wander down the small of her back. She can feel the necklace kiss along her spine as he reaches under her shirt and pushes it up again.

He touches his mouth to her skin, just below her ribs and moans something low and guttural as he inhales and breathes her in. The sound bounces off the walls and ripples down her body. She shivers and clutches at him because it's been so long since they've touched like this and despite everything that's happened between them, all the time and all the space, Olivia has missed him.

Peter skims his hands up, taking her shirt off and pauses, barely breathing. She stands almost naked in the moonlight and completely bare to him. He stares, but not at the bruises and scrapes this time, but at the much older scars that web her hips and her belly. Silver threads all the baby manuals promised would fade eventually. The ones she tries not to look at because it makes it too hard to forget that she too was a mother, once.

"I remember," he says thickly, "you used to look at these in the mirror and make faces when you thought I was looking.” He skims the pad of his thumb across them.

Olivia closes her eyes. He's lying on the bed, watching her dress and he's giving her a Cheshire cat grin. "You told me they were a badge of honor," she remembers as she reaches down and takes his hand. "Now when I see them, I can't stop thinking about her." His fist is still clenched around the chain.

"You're lucky," he tells her. "She'll always be a part of you."

Olivia turns his hand upwards and peels his fingers open. She takes the chain and slips it over his head. The bullet rests in the middle of his chest, over his heart.

He leans into her again and a harsh sob shakes his shoulders. "She's a part of you too, Peter," she whispers into his hair as she sinks down onto his lap. "She always will be."

She cups his face and kisses him deeply...


(TBC... if tonight doesn't kill me first)

Date: 2012-12-10 02:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia. Post-5.08. Light dominance/bondage with Olivia in control, and Peter more than willing to submit.

Date: 2012-12-10 07:43 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
i will literally give someone my firstborn and a pint of my blood and bail them out of jail no questions asked and maybe even a few awkward sexual favors if they want to fill the prompt rachel durham pleasure to meet you (http://fringe-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/508.html?thread=65020) before fringe ends you do not understand how much i need this to happen i may die if it doesn't

no this isn't lesliecrusher ok it totally is BYE xoxo

Date: 2012-12-10 02:12 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ha! I was actually thinking about that one. No promises, tho.

Date: 2012-12-13 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Several universe doors open into ours. Our Peter and a harem of Olivias (maybe some younger virgin Olivias too), each trying to prove she loves him the most.
From: (Anonymous)
A last little hurrah of all three together, with John especially eager about having both Anna and Josh.
Extra smutty please!!
From: (Anonymous)
Anna sat on the couch with a smug smile plastered to her face. "Well?"

The two men stared at her incredulously, trying to process her proposal. Joshua rubbed his arm. He'd do anything to get her naked and writing beneath him. However, John had never been considered amidst his fantasies... But now the heat of lust was oddly intensified with Anna's suggestion.

John stood there, trying to contain himself and stay under control. His imagination was running away from him... The idea of fucking the young blonde... And offering himself to the other man and feeling that stubble tickle against his man hood.... Watching his younger costars go at it... John started to sweat and he clenched his hands, silently praying Joshua would agree to the game.

Anna giggled lightly. "Well I see John is in." She grinned and gestured to his erection that tented his slacks upward. Anna turned to Joshua. "What about you... My little Peter..." She taunted, egging him on.  Her fingers played at the hem of her NIDA shirt. The men were practically drooling as she slowly lifted it up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her pert breasts.

"I go first." Joshua growled with a slight nod.

Anna shook her finger. "No I want you both at the same time."
Joshua grinned and removed his T-shirt, tossing it aside. John couldn't help but stare at the younger man's chest, that hurricane of lust and desire swelling in him.

"John, come're." Anna coaxed, interrupting his thoughts. 

Obediently he stepped to her. God damn why did she have to be so beautiful? She made quick work of his pants; within seconds they were around his ankles. 

Slipping her fingers into his boxers she pulled them down as well. His wrinkled swollen cock stared her down and Anna smirked.

"Darling... Oh..." John gasped as she wrapped her mouth around him. Her expert tongue twirled around him and sucked gently. Stamina lessened by the years, he came in a matter of seconds, spilling himself down her throat.

Anna swallowed his seed hungrily. "Mm." She mused as she pulled back. She licked her lips before kissing his head once more. "Good?"

John nodded vigorously and she grabbed his hand to yank him down onto the couch at her side. Her eyes shifted to Joshua who had rid himself of all clothing and was rubbing at himself. Anna kept her eyes locked on him as she shimmied out of her yoga pants. She hiked a leg over John's lap and slid down to sit on his dick. The older man jerked beneath her.

She gasped in surprise and pleasure as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Anna bounced atop of him, her pert breasts bobbed and smacked against her chest as she increased her speed. "Joshua get over here." She ordered forcefully.

He obeyed, all too eager. His hands buried themselves in her blonde hair and he shoved his hips forward, pushing himself into her mouth. Joshua was bigger than John and she found herself struggling against his length as he shoved deeper, making her take him deep in her throat. He knew just when to pull back before she could gag, but the moment she had recovered, he jerked forward again. Anna held his hips for balance as her eyes began to water. John was grunting lightly beneath her as he continued to pound upward into her.

"Look at me Anna baby." Joshua hissed. Her eyes locked on his and her blood boiled in her veins. His feral glare was unbearable. Anna trembled and cried out as she came. The men followed suit, crumbling around her. John spilled into her and Joshua missed her mouth, releasing himself onto her flushed cheeks. Anna's finger lifted to scrape it off and she popped her coated finger into her mouth, sucking the rest of him off.

Joshua pulled her up by her upper arms, sliding John out of her. The older man relaxed with lidded eyes as his costar grabbed the woman and kissed her hungrily, desperate to finally make that real unadulterated contact Joshua had been aching for since the day he met her.

Growling, she dragged him down on top of her on the couch 
He shoved his dick into her wet heat and instantly began to vigorously pound her, grunting hungrily with each thrust as a slew of curse words tumbled out of that hot little mouth of hers. She was nearly screaming in agony, wave after wave of pleasure engulfing her, flames licking at every nerve. 

Josh shook, his focus wavering as he suddenly felt a hand grab him from behind, cupping his balls and squeezing and tugging roughly.  He growled and John snickered, squeezing harder still and his other hand spread Joshua apart to tease his asshole. He bit down on Anna's breast that he had stuffed into his mouth. Grinning wickedly, she moved her hands to help John pull him apart, her hips still moving upward in short jerks, slamming the head of Joshua's cock against her walls. Joshua growled again as he felt John's tongue press to the tight ring of muscle of his entrance. John hadn't forgotten about Anna either as he squirmed his saliva-slicked hand beneath her and Joshua to tease her own ass.

Hands and fingers and tongues were everywhere and three had become so tangled together that making sense of any one thing was difficult. Anna's small living room was filled with the smell of sweat, sex and need.

Anna cried out again, shattering once more. Joshua latched his mouth over hers to shut her up and dug his tongue in. God, he could live forever on simply her kisses alone. He started to lose himself as the world slipped away and he ground harder against her and twirled his tongue with her as well.

Everything suddenly became brightly lucid before darkness slammed down on him once more. John had shoved himself into him from behind. It hurt terribly and Josh felt his skin nearly tearing as the other man pushed in and out of him. His eyes watered and the pain began to subside leaving him numb to the feeling.

Josh returned his attention to the woman squirming beneath him.
"He's fucking you isn't he?!" She asked eagerly. John looked over Joshua's shoulder to smirk at her. "Oh... My." Anna trilled, giggling. Joshua gasped and rested his forehead on the crook of her neck. Her fingernails raked his back, enjoying the feel of him humming against her as John drove himself in and out.

John didn't last long, and when he shot his load into his costar, Joshua felt like passing out. He felt full, so incredibly full. Even after John pulled out... His finger toyed with Joshuas ass until the man leaked, his clench wavering and cum seeping out of his gaping hole. He played a bit more, probing with his fingers until Joshua was begging desperately, pleading with him to stop.

"No. I want you to come inside her..." He heaved. "Come inside our pretty little Anna..."

Joshua was so close and yet exhausted, every little move he made seemed to send a skitter of electricity, along his every nerve. He groaned richly as he thrust into her a few move time before his body quaked and he didn't have the strength to keep his eyes open. As John asked, he came and came hard, spilling into her.

Anna squirmed beneath him. He slowly pulled out of her, slick and dripping with their arousal. Joshua kissed her again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth once more. Anna hummed against him before nudging him away. She stood up and reached for John's hand pulling him to his feet before taking Joshua in her otter hand, doing the same. She led the two men to her bedroom. She eased herself down onto the bed with a guilty, satisfied smile.

Joining her, John pulled Anna close to him his arms wrapping around her small heaving body. Joshua joined them, curling behind her, stroking her hair.

"I'm going to miss this, boys." She murmured happily, a lazy smile crossing her face.

Re: RPF: A John Noble, Anna Torv, & Josh Jackson threesome

From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-12-21 09:26 am (UTC) - Expand

Genderswap for a day (or a week)

Date: 2012-12-27 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The Red'verse has fantastic technology--they have regular flights to the moon (someone still needs to write that) and accelerating a pregnancy is a matter of carefully applied science.

So...what if that universe offers gender-swap vacations, where you can change your gender for a day, or a week, or more? And what if at the end of that time, the subject didn't want to switch back?

Re: Genderswap for a day (or a week)

Date: 2012-12-30 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I guess I have two responses to this prompt. Yes, the Red!verse has some amazing medical advances, but they all seem to be in response to clearly defined needs. Given the financial stresses of a world breaking down, and the serious and life-threatening conditions that they haven't conquered, like small pox, I doubt that providing "gender-swap" vacations, even for a high price, would be priority for a legitimate biotech firm, though it might be something you could buy on the black market. I don't doubt that their medical technology to help people who desire permanent sexual reassignment is far superior to ours.

I'm uncomfortable with the prompt because it appears to make light of something that is a source of pain for people. YMMV.

Re: Genderswap for a day (or a week)

From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-12-30 09:29 pm (UTC) - Expand

Re: Genderswap for a day (or a week)

From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-12-30 09:16 pm (UTC) - Expand

O/P/A

Date: 2013-01-02 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I only realize this now, but --

where *is* the Olivia/Peter/Astrid fic?! Hurt/comfort, I'm thinking, or some kind of healing sex...

Re: O/P/A

Date: 2013-01-07 10:17 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm writing an Astrid/Peter fic right now. Maybe I can work Olivia in? ;)

alt-Liv/Lincoln, spanking

Date: 2013-01-22 01:24 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Spoiler for 5x12

The ass slap! Not the first time Lincoln's smacked his wife's ass, I'm thinking. Or maybe Liv was unexpected turned on by the spanking and asks for more.

Re: alt-Liv/Lincoln, spanking

Date: 2013-01-22 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
oh man, seconded like crazy.

Re: alt-Liv/Lincoln, spanking

From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2013-01-23 12:27 am (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2013-01-25 12:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AltLivia/Olivia (but somewhat AltLiv/AltLiv)

Olivia needs to go undercover in the alternate universe, and the only way is to learn how to look and act like AltLiv. Once the disguise is set, AltLiv begins a crash course on how to act like herself... which naturally involves a lot of making out.

Peter/Olivia

Date: 2013-01-27 06:12 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
4.21
Their phones don't ring when they start talking about nurseries.

Anna Torv/Anna Torv

Date: 2013-02-01 04:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
When Olivia and AltLivia were in scenes together, FOX found it easier just to clone Anna Torv in real life than to use fancy trick editing. But after the shoot, when the make-up comes off and the Annas are free to talk, the sexual tension reaches a tipping point.

Date: 2013-02-05 06:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter giving stressed Olivia a massage

Astrid/Frank

Date: 2013-03-07 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
(Blue'verse) The one where Astrid and Frank Stanton have been having an affair for three years, and no one knows because no one's bothered to ask Astrid what she does during her off-hours.

Date: 2013-03-18 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
alt!Liv/alt!Lincoln; doing it with clothes on.

Especial love if this can involve Liv having a thing for men in suits and alt!Lincoln wearing one (for certain values of wearing)

Date: 2013-03-18 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
alt!Liv/alt!Lincoln; memories of redverse original timeline for redverse altered timeline characters, barebacking, turn on kink over the possibility of making babies.

Date: 2013-03-18 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
amber!Lincoln/blue-amber!Olivia; out on the road, cojoined motel rooms, masturbation, superhearing.

alt!liv/alt!lincoln

Date: 2013-03-18 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
alt!liv/alt!lincoln; permanent burns, self-doubt.

AU where alt!lincoln's burns did not heal as well, leaving him still fairly scarred and not in his mind as pretty as he used to be. He can pull playing Fringe Division Hero card, but doubts anyone likes him so much now he's lost his looks. Liv to the rescue somehow. Extra win if it includes her aggressively reassuring Lincoln by sexing him (consensually, but him reluctant as he thinks it is pity sex at first).

Future blue!Olivia/amber!Lincoln

Date: 2013-03-20 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
blue!Olivia/amber!Lincoln; the future, regrets, connection.

Something 5x12 "Liberty" based where Olivia and aged-Lincoln have a thing in the future, with him being different than she remembers but in a good way.

Olivia/Lincoln - ambered

Date: 2013-03-27 10:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Any Olivia and any Lincoln (both if you like) - one of them gets ambered and the other goes behind the authorities /off the caseplan to get them out.

Olivia/Lincoln/Liv

Date: 2013-03-27 10:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/amber!Lincoln/Liv - stuck.

Peter stops Olivia getting the 4th cortexiphan shot in 5x12 and Olivia ends up stuck in redverse.

Etta - cortexikid

Date: 2013-03-27 10:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Post S5, Etta doesn't grow up entirely normal, she is after all a 2nd gen cortexikid. Awesome BAMF Etta please, with some mild angst from her and probably more from her parents.

amber!Olivia/Lincoln - hair kink

Date: 2013-03-27 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
amber!Olivia/Lincoln; hair.

Based off that hair ruffling moment in 4x08 "Back To Where You've Never Been"- Lincoln has a hair/head touching kink.
From: (Anonymous)
Love to see an AU fic where the Olivia's are never swapped and the team investigate the case from "The Plateau" where alt!Olivia does as predicted by Milo and gets not killed but very seriously injured with Lincoln and Charlie worried over her conditition (and some extra Lincoln-who-loves-her angst too?)

Peter / Peter / Olivia

Date: 2013-04-08 08:41 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Our Peter and our Olivia find a third universe. Peter crosses over and steals his alternate to take home to have fun with Olivia and him!!

*crying* I've wanted this for so long!!!! No one ever does it though... :'(

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