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Apr. 16th, 2011 07:02 pm
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This is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.

If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.

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?

8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's [personal profile] eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.

9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).

Date: 2011-06-29 03:20 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia, who needs kinky stuff when the world around them is full of strange

Olivia/Alt!Esther

Date: 2011-07-03 02:50 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Anything -- I would just love to see Alt!Astrid in the Brown Betty verse.

Date: 2011-07-03 09:55 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia Dunham/Philipp Broyles, voice

myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom

Date: 2011-07-03 09:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia Dunham/Philipp Broyles, trust & vows

Set in Season One, perhaps: there is no Dunham/Broyles, but man, there totally should be given their extremely intense interplay!

Date: 2011-07-03 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter Bishop/Philip Broyles, h/c, in the midst of 2x01

Date: 2011-07-04 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Nina Sharp/Philipp Broyles -- you'd think that 'opposites attract' applied, but while they were very much attracted to each other indeed, they're all but opposites...

Date: 2011-07-07 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Little black t-shirts aside, anyone who's seen the Wire knows exactly how well built Lance is - and Nina/Broyles is practically canon…or you know, there was a shared kiss.

Anyone who writes this will have my undying love, and a promise of reciprocal fic, pairing of your choice

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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-07-17 03:14 pm (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2011-07-07 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
peter/olivia, puppy play (olivia as the puppy)

peter/olivia puppy play... Puppy Love

Date: 2011-08-02 12:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Puppy Love...

Peter loved nothing more than to hear the soft shuffle of Olivia on her hands and knees entering the lounge. He was relaxing in an armchair in her apartment, a box of pizza left open on the arm of the chair and a newspaper in his hands. He chuckled to himself as she came into view, completely naked wearing only her heavy leather collar around her neck and carrying her lead in her mouth. Peter kept his eyes on the newspaper, pretending he hadn't noticed her. It was hard for him to keep cool when such a beautiful woman was crawling towards him, offering herself so completely. He felt a head push against his knee, and heard the lead drop at his feet. He very slowly folded the newspaper, keeping his eyes on her the whole time, and placing it into her open mouth, she took it and crawled to the coffee table, dropping the paper on to it. She turned back to Peter, who now had her lead in her his hand.

He patted his knee, beckoning her over, ''Come on Pup'' causing Olivia to rush over to him, sitting up to give him access to her neck, he ruffled her hair and scratched her scalp for a couple of minutes, enjoying her whines and whimpers while clipping her lead to her collar. She was back on all fours again trying desperately to reach up to the leftover pizza on Peters chair, she tried to push herself up on her legs before being firmly pushed back by Peter.

''Down! Bad girl!'' he pulled at her collar, ''Go and get the paper'' he said firmly. Olivia hung her head in shame as she crawled back to the coffee table, collecting the paper in her mouth and offering it to Peter, who grabbed her lead again and pulled, forcing her to turn around. He administered five sharp spanks to her ass with the rolled newspaper, while saying ''What have I told you about jumping up?'' Olivia whimpered, her eyes watering slightly from the pain, round and full of remorse at her actions. She had very angry looking red marks on her rear from Peters administrations. She turned and nuzzled his knee until he brought his hand down to her face again, stroking her cheek.

''It hurts me to punish you baby, understand that. Now,'' he was all business again, the paper thrown back on the coffee table, ''Have you learnt your lesson?'' Olivia bowed her head slightly, whimpering, ''Pup?'' Peter said firmly, ''Speak! Tell your master you have learnt your lesson!''

Olivia pushed away her defences and barked for him, ''Woof! Woof!''

''Good girl,'' Peter growled lowly, Olivia knew how horny he was at that moment.

She reached her face towards him and began to lap eagerly at his fingers, which tasted faintly of newspaper print and pizza sauce. The hand suddenly moved away and she sat up, legs apart; showing peter her freshly shaven slit.

Peter relaxed back into the chair, using his foot to stroke Olivia's stomach, ''Would you like some pizza, Pup?'' Olivia eagerly got up onto all fours, a hopeful look in her eyes. Peter tore a chunk off the pizza, breaking it into little pieces before offering it to her, he enjoyed hand feeding Olivia, there was something so endearing about such an independent, capable woman placing her trust in him, and looking so sexy while she was at it. His eyes roamed over her perfect form, hair cascading around her shoulders, her lower back and ass slightly pink from her spanking, and wagging furiously as she nibbled at the small piece of food in his palm. Peter smiled, she always did this, it was what he loved the best about their play, Olivia would wiggle her ass and her tits would jiggle about under her body, swinging so he could catch glimpses of nipple while she ate. She finished the food that was in his hand and licked his fingers clean, whining and awaiting more. Peter grabbed a handful of messy coleslaw, Olivia hated it he knew and he chuckled as she turned her nose up at it, ''Come on Pup, eating this will earn you a treat!'' Olivia barked and whined, but Peter only raised an eyebrow, pushing the sticky mess closer to her face.

Olivia thought she was going to heave when she saw what Peter had just picked up, coleslaw was perhaps one of her least favourite foods in the world, she gingerly ate morsels of carrot and cabbage, knowing that the worst was yet to come. She loved giving herself to Peter this way, but sometimes she really wished that she had laid down some house rules first, she made a mental note to herself to never put her collar on when there was coleslaw in the house. She stopped eating and looked hopefully at the pizza, but Peter took the back of her head and pushed it into his hand ''Lick it all off Pup.'' He held her there, one hand on her collar at the scruff of her neck, until she was done, it felt as though she was about to gag, she had mayonnaise dressing all around her mouth, which Peter collected up with one finger, and placed the finger on her lips ''Open up'' Olivia did as she was told, hoping he would give up soon, she sucked his finger slightly too eagerly, forcing him to adjust his position on the chair to hide his bulging erection ''Good girl'' he said, when she was all done causing Olivia to wiggle her ass again happily. He took a slice of pizza out of the box, placed it on his plate and put it at his feet, where Olivia was more than happy to crouch down and eat.

Olivia had never found it degrading, handing herself over like this, it was during one of the couples full disclosure sessions that her fetish for puppy play had first come about. She had told Peter that it got tiring, being the one in charge, the cold unapproachable boss, and sometimes she just needed to unwind. Peter had been more than happy to help her with her request, on one condition, he wanted her ass. Olivia had been reluctant at first, but since that drunken night, he had never mentioned it again, Olivia hoped he had forgotten.

She was dragged away from her pizza by a tugging on her lead, she pulled against it, wanting to eat, but Peter was stronger as he pulled her body up and moved the plate away from her. She began to whimper again.

''I'm going to feed you something else Pup.'' Peter uncrossed his legs and pulled Olivia towards him by the lead, firmly clamping her in between them, she tried to wriggle free at first, but Peter gave her a quick, light slap on the cheek, bringing her attention back to him.

''Tuh-uh'' he tutted, his voice croaky and deep from his arousal, he grabbed hold of her chin, that sardonic smirk on his lips as her wound her lead around his other hand, not allowing any room for movement on her part. There she was, tethered by her lead in one of his hands, his other hand holding her head up to face him and clamped in between his legs, her own spread wide to stabilise herself. The air in the room was deadly still, their arousal heightening their senses. They both heard it when it happened.

Plop.

A drop of Olivia's arousal had made it out of her folds and was now dripping on the floor. She immediately blushed, and tried to hide her face from Peter, who's smirk only got wider, he let go of her chin to reach down her body, stroking her sternum and circling her mound as his hand made its descent to her vagina, his hands were instantly coated in her juices.

''My, my. And I thought I was turned on Dunham'' Olivia was still trying to squirm away, mortified at her own lack of control.

''Don't be ashamed'' Peter whispered, his lips at her ear, ''You have just made me one very happy man'' He straightened up, undoing his fly and zipper and quickly releasing his aching cock, he placed a hand behind Olivia's head, applying enough pressure to force it forward, she tentatively tasted his cock, he knew she didn't particularly like sucking it, but she didn't mind all the same, she just struggled sometimes to swallow everything he produced. Peter often laughed, reasoning that the more she did it, the better she would become.

''Good girl'' he murmured, as she slipped his head out of her mouth and began to suckle on one of his balls, they had already began to tighten up, just at the sight of her; hair ruffled, flushed cheeks, heavy leather collar and swollen wet lips. He took his cock and placed it back in front of her again, wanting her attention to move away from his balls. He knew she was only trying to put it off, but she had to face up to it sometimes. Peter enjoyed a regular blow job, and she had promised to deliver as often as she could.

He watched as his head disappeared into her mouth, and began to apply pressure to the back of her head again, forcing her to take him further.

''Start to try to swallow me down'' he said, and she did as she was told, never one to be defeated. He released the pressure on her body just long enough for her to free one of her arms, massaging his balls in her small hand. It was more than Peter could cope with, he had been horny ever since she had crawled into the room half an hour ago. His balls tightened impossibly and Olivia prepared herself, she released him just far enough to give her time to swallow his seed down. With one last hard suck and a firm squeeze on his balls he released the first shots of white hot liquid into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it down before the onslaught.

''Olivia!'' He cried her name as he came. She was swallowing as hard and fast as she could, only a couple of drops managed to escape her lips as he finished off. She found herself using the hand trapped with her body to touch her clit, desperately trying to find some pleasure of her own in all of this, the only part of their relationship she was not at all fond of. However, Peter gave endlessly to her so it was only fair that she returned the favour.

,......

PART 2 peter/olivia puppy play... Puppy Love

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Date: 2011-07-10 01:52 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia, urine play
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia usually loved the quietness after an evening together. She had been seeing Peter for a little while now, and each time they were together became more and more beautiful. Peter was one of those men who would listen to her, he wanted to get everything just right for her. At first she figured it was a guilt thing, he didn't want to treat her how Fauxlivia wanted to be treated. They had spoken about it, a lot as I happened. Peter said the sex was strange. Olivia had wanted more from him naturally, the basic facts never being enough for her. It turned out that Peter had never truly enjoyed sex with her. He described it simply as ''fucking''. He rode her, she rode him, he got her off, she got him off but never anything more. He said that it was the one thing he found very very strange about their relationship, even when she admitted her undying love for him, at that moment in the train station, he couldn't quite bring himself to believe it. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe thar a woman who seemed to not feel in bed, really cared about him.

Olivia was different. Very, very different. She gave herself to him completely. It was almost an unwritten rule. At work, Olivia was the boss, but in the bedroom it was oh so very different. There was nothing unequal about the relationship, but there was trust, give and take and love, so much love shared between them. Even now, laying quiet on the bed, face to face, breath passing from her mouth to his lips, caressing his stubble.

But something was different tonight... not quite... right. Peter seemed almost stoic, uneasy, and hoping she didn't notice.

''Peter...'' she was drowsy, her voice deep and gravelly with tiredness and alcohol, ''What is it baby?''

Peter tensed; of course she had noticed, he was a fool to think perhaps she wouldn't, ''Nothing sweetheart.''

It would have been one of those cliché, dimly lit film scenes if it hadn't been for the tension crackling back and forth between them.

''Full disclosure'' Olivia reminded firmly. Peter winced.

''No Liv, seriously I couldn't, its too... I dunno, I just can't''

Olivia pressed him, he knew she would, she stared long and hard, trying to decipher the torn expression on his face. She laid a hand on his toned chest, and used her knee to gently rub his flaccid penis against his balls, she could make him do anything when she did this to him.

''Peter, tell me.''

''Liv, its awful!'' Peter sounded completely ashamed, his cock gradually getting harder and harder. Olivia' s rubbing was certainly hitting all the right spots.

She raised one eyebrow. ''Peter, now. Tell me now.''

''Iwanttopissalloveryou!'' He burst out quickly

Olivia stopped. Peter almost left the bed then and there but Olivia placed her leg over his, pinning him down.

''You want to piss on me?'' she asked, Peter looked anywhere but at her, and mumbled the affirmitive. ''How? Do I wear clothes or....?''

''No.'' Peter quietly interrupted, ''You just sit in the bath and I..''

Olivia eyes lit up, ''Can I get washed straight after?'' she asked.

''Of course you can, we could shower together.'' He was tugged from the bed by her small frame, she had bounced out and was sliding out of her cosy war post-coital t-shirt. It was actually Peters shirt, but he didn't seem to mind.

She was crouched naked in the bath, and he was standing over her, wearing a t-shirt and boxers. ''Liv, you sure about this sweetheart? You can say no.'' He fidgeted nervously.

''Peter, seriously, what's the worst that can happen? Anyway... I like trying new things, I trust you.''

Peter subconsciously brightened at this. He grabbed Olivia's chin and lifted her face uintil she looked at the ceiling, and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders.

The sensation was strange when it first hit her, coating her breasts in hot fluid, it didn't smell strong at all, like she thought it would and certainly was unpleasant. She didn't understand how she was supposed to get off on it, but she didnt mind, she had already had three orgasms this evening. Her hair stuck slightly to her shoulders and back, a mixture of both sweat and her partners urine, she opened her legs wide, and he pissed in between them too, back up her stomach and finishing her he started, on her breasts. When he finished her nipples instantly hardened, she was beginning to feel a slight arousal, the cold air of the bathroom a stark contrast to the heat of Peters urine. She noticed he was hard again, reached up with one hand and took hold of his penis.

She languidly licked his shaft and suckled at his balls, enjoying his little shudders and moans, all the while managing to catch every little drop of pre cum on the tip of her tongue. She took his length into her mouth and began swallowing as much of him down as she could, stopping when she felt her gag reflex begin to burn. Peter was hot, moaning and writhing, thrusting into her, fucking her mouth in earnest and enjoying the freedom she held about her this evening.

''Olivia'' He could feel his orgasm building quickly, ''Piss yourself for me Liv, please'' a few more hard thrusts and the blinding lights began behind his eyes, triggered by the ever expanding puddle forming around the damp woman with the spread legs below him. He quickly pulled out of her mouth and finished himself off, coming all over her tits, now splashed clear and white, translucent and glistening. She finished pissing and he fondly rubbed the hair on top of her head. She smiled up at him, filthy and exhausted.

''Olivia, you look... well, beautiful''

''Thanks Peter'' she wiggled her chest in front of him, damp tits bouncing around. Peter held out his hand and the pair made their way into the hot shower.

*.*.*.*.*
Back in bed, they were snuggled together once more. Peter had not stopped thanking her for the last ten minutes. They had decided they would do it again sometime, and Peter thanksed her once more for her openness in bed, and asked her why she didn't freak out, like he expected she would.

''Well Peter, as you know, I like weird challenges. I enjoy pushing the boundaries, seeing how far I can go.'' She paused and Peter kissed the top of her head. ''Also...'' she continued, ''I really really did not want to clean the bathroom tomorrow! Enjoy that won't you baby!''

Peter groaned, and flicked off the light, muttering into her hair, something about ''bloody women'' and ''sodding bleach''.

Re: ''Do I Have to Wear Clothes or Can I go Naked? ''

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Re: ''Do I Have to Wear Clothes or Can I go Naked? ''

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(blue Sally Clark/red Lincoln Lee,Nick Lane)

Date: 2011-07-10 02:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
(blue Sally Clark/red Lincoln Lee,Nick Lane) resentment, fire, sex, post S3

Re: (blue Sally Clark/red Lincoln Lee,Nick Lane)

Date: 2011-07-10 09:24 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
she's the one who burned Lincoln right?

Date: 2011-07-12 04:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Sherlock Holmes, crossover with BBC's Sherlock, post-Marionette, she doesn't tell him anything, he observes anyway

blue astrid/red olivia

Date: 2011-07-12 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
blue Astrid/red olivia, hurt feelings, trust, post S3
"you can trust me Astrid"
"no, I don't think can"

Re: blue astrid/red olivia

Date: 2011-07-18 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
man, i'd actually PAY to read this!

Re: blue astrid/red olivia

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Date: 2011-07-14 03:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
FauxLiv/Peter; body piercing, pain

Date: 2011-07-16 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Peter, watching him shave is a major turn-on

Olivia...In the Bathroom...With the Razor

Date: 2011-09-22 02:49 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dear OP: I think I broke the prompt. Sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for. If anybody would like to step in and fix it, please do.
*


“You shave?” hits him from the bathroom doorway. Of course Peter shaves. Olivia knows he does. She’s teased him about the attempted goatee, thwarted on day two of the experiment by his five-o’clock shadow, and she’s seen him show up early at the lab, all shiny and smooth. He’s just never done it in front of her.

“I do when the situation calls for it,” he answers as he fills the sink with water.

“Oh really?” she arches an eyebrow at him from where she’s watching him, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. “Something special planned?” Peter just shrugs as he opens the medicine cabinet door.

“Maybe.”

Walter was always a traditionalist; no foam in a can or electric razor allowed around his face. He’d taught Peter to appreciate the art of shaving at a young age, and like most things around the Bishop household, his setup is only semi-conventional.

“You remind me of one of those guys in those old cowboy shows,” Olivia says. “You know, the ones in re-runs on cable. We used to watch them on Sunday afternoons when we were kids.”

“Yeah?” he straightens so he can see her reflection better. “With the gunslingers? Or that one with the gamblers?”

Olivia’s not looking at him exactly. More past him, like she’s trying to taste a particular memory, he thinks. “The gamblers,” she says. “For the longest time, I could never figure out how they just knew the last card was going to be an ace.”

“And so began your career counting cards.”

He catches her in the mirror, chewing on her bottom lip as she watches him swish the shaving brush in the cup and work the soap into a lather. Peter’s always fancied himself as a smooth-talking ladies man with a ‘Sweetheart’ thrown in here or there to either charm or provoke, depending on his target, but he’s starting to suspect Olivia prefers a James Garner over a Humphrey Bogart.

Except Peter’s pretty sure Maverick never kept his soap in a lowball glass with a picture of Daffy Duck on the side.

“You know,” she says as she shuts the door. “My dad… my real dad used to shave like that.” She slips between Peter and the sink and takes the glass and the brush from his hands.

“I thought the whole point of you showering here was to save time?” he asks. He’s not sure what exactly has brought about this impromptu trip down memory lane, but his interest has been piqued. She never talked about her past much, not until recently, but now it’s like she’s working at forging these connections between them… giving him tokens to hold on to for safe-keeping.

She shrugs. “We’ve got time.” She hikes up her bathrobe slightly and eases herself on to the counter (because she loses an inch or two on him in bare feet), then dips the brush into the cup. “He used let me play with the brush. I remember he used to put me up on the edge of the sink so I could reach and he’d let me play in the soap.”

“Your mom must have loved that.” He purses his lips as she draws the brush under his nose.

She dabs foam on his chin and works it into the longer stubble on his checks. “She used to freak about the mess I’d end up making of the bathroom.” She swirls the brush in the cup again, then daubs her way under his chin and swipes along the hollow of his throat. “I’d be covered, head to toe. The sink, the mirror, even the shower curtain most of the time…” She uses the pinkie finger on the hand holding the glass to nudge his chin. The memory trails off as she pauses to examine her handiwork, her breathing increasing slightly as she chews on her lip again.

Peter feels his pulse speed up. He likes being reminded that despite the tough, I’m-just-fine-on-my-own front Olivia puts up, he’s still got that kind of effect on her.

“You? Never.” He breaks the moment with a chuckle. He’s genuinely amused at the image of her younger self wearing a mess of foam. Almost as much as he likes the mental picture of her current self, covered in stiff egg-white bubbles. But for different reasons. “Hard to picture you stirring up that kind of trouble.”

“Mmm hmm.” She reaches behind herself and trades the cup and brush for his razor and holds it up between them. “Trust me?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope.” She pulls him nearer, hand on his upper arm, until he’s standing just between her knees. He braces himself with his palms on her thighs and feels the frisson that runs through her.

He figures he’s damn lucky she hadn’t already put the blade against his skin.

Re: Olivia...In the Bathroom...With the Razor

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Re: Olivia...In the Bathroom...With the Razor

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Re: Olivia...In the Bathroom...With the Razor

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Re: Olivia...In the Bathroom...With the Razor

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Date: 2011-07-18 04:38 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia; toys, reverse roles, anal sex

Olivia uses a strap-on on Peter.

Date: 2011-07-18 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
\o/

Date: 2011-07-19 01:35 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Fisting - Peter/Lincoln, bdsm
From: (Anonymous)
Technically, Charlie Francis dies on the ninth of May, he’s not actively mourned until two months later and Agent Lee doesn’t receive his walking papers until a month following that; Lincoln does a background check because it’s healthy to know *something* about the person he’s been tasked to work with, and then spends the next week wishing he hadn’t. “I didn’t join the FBI to become the next victim to the Black Widow, because seriously, two partners in two years seems a little excessive.”

“Excuse me?”

The voice is an earthquake, a low warning that snaps Lee upright. He pushes the glasses onto the bridge of his nose and turns with glacial slowness, and yes, the earthquake would be Colonel Broyles, standing within earshot and glowering at Lincoln with homicidal intent. Myles, Lee notes, ducks down to finish his paperwork, belly so low to the desk he’s almost prone. “Sir,” Lee stumbles, “I didn’t mean… It’s just that…I like living,” he finishes weakly.

“Two partners in two years,” Broyles repeats slowly, teeth flashing white. “Maybe you’ll be the one to break the unfortunate streak then, correct, Agent Lee?”

“It would be a charm, sir,” Lee answers gamely and thinks, I’m so going to die.

The Black Widow comes with golden hair and hazel eyes - the witching gaze of autumn hues - browns, gold’s, mixed with flecks of dying green. She comes with a mad scientist, her own personal cow, and a whippet of a girl with crazy curls; Olivia Dunham has excess baggage, zero interest in befriending the new agent assigned to her team, and with a single-minded intensity that threatens to overwhelm Lee on his best days. He’s a polite boy; he comes from a polite family, and while Dunham observes the niceties of social interaction, god-forbid if you step in the way of her mission statement. Walter Bishop, as far as Lincoln can tell, is three cans short of a functioning six-pack. “He drugged me,” Lee moans into the phone. “Walter doesn’t drug *Astrid*. I think I hate this place.”

“Maybe he’s sexist?” Myles suggests, voice tinny, crackling with distance. If he thinks about it, Lee can imagine the mingled colours on Myles’s fingertips, pen ink versus nicotine in splotches of blue and yellow, Myles was a slob, but he was Lincoln’s partner for three years.

“No,” Lee says soberly. “I think Walter likes Astrid better than me.” Myles is at the point where he’s overly jaded against crime - where it’s a detriment rather than an aid to his career - but to Lincoln’s knowledge Myles’ never performed experiments on Lee’s personage without consent. “God, why did I get picked for this detail?”

“Because you’re a weirdo,” Myles says without rancour.

Lincoln holds the phone away from his ear as if it’s personally affronted him. “I am not.”

“Dude, totally you are.”

“Was that Yoda or Bill ‘N Ted?”

Because when it comes to movie impressions, Myles isn’t hindered by genre or good taste. “Gotta go kid, but listen, don’t let the mad scientist strap you down with electrodes!” There’s the buzz of a disconnected call, an ache in Lincoln’s back-teeth that speaks of homesickness, and a residual headache from unsolicited narcotics.

Walter Bishop drugs him a further three times before Olivia steps in.

***
It’s not a mad scientist who zaps Lincoln with electricity but a felon named Joseph Meegar. Olivia and Charlie were on a case a year ago where Meegar was suspected of driving an elevator into the ground floor of an office building - but Meegar gave Olivia the slip and was never seen again - that is, until he shoots Lincoln with a hundred and twenty volts, (60Htz, Walter later informs him) of electricity, a pure arc of white lightning. Lincoln goes into ventricular fibrillation instantly, body flung through the air like a ragdoll. He lands flat on his back, his shirt charred, the smoking ruins stuck to the edges of his blistered skin; it’s Walter who diagnoses the arrhythmia, who keeps Lincoln alive and breathing until the ambulance arrives. He awakes at Boston General with no memory of the previous two days; with Olivia standing ashen by his bedside, her eyes puffy, he awakes to find Walter giving head to a popsicle and with a stranger sprawled boneless in a chair near the corner of the room. “Who’s that?” Lincoln says blurrily, before he drifts out of it again.

“What?” Three voices say in stereo.

The second time he wakes up there’s only a nurse for company, systematically checking the burns on his torso. She wipes the seepage away as Lincoln curses, his muscles bunching with each gasp and pull. “Where’s the good stuff?” he says, hoarsely.

“You already have it,” the nurse returns.

“Balderdash,” Lee spits. The woman blinks, nonplussed, and turns away. To the left of Lee, there’s a low chuckle.

“Who says balderdash these days?”

“Biggles fans,” Lincoln answers shortly before he considers the source of the question. Lee turns to the chair he knows is propped in the corner and sees the same stranger freeze, as if he’s the one jolted with a hundred and twenty volts of electricity straight to the heart.

“Biggles, really? Oh, you are so very gay.”

“I was going to be a pilot,” Lincoln annunciates carefully, “a fighter-pilot.” Except his vision’s anything but twenty-twenty, and really, who lurks in hospital wards except the mentally deranged. “And you?”

“I was going to be a brontosaurus,” the stranger answers, deadpan.

And maybe Lincoln should have added an ‘are’ to his earlier sentence. “I think I have brain damage.”

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Peter/Olivia; playing I Never, it somehow ends up being about sexual kinks

Bonus points if they're at a bar with Astrid and Blue!Charlie

Date: 2011-07-21 11:56 am (UTC)
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And by Charlie I actually meant Lincoln.

*my brain is fried*

Never Have I Ever

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Date: 2011-07-30 02:29 am (UTC)
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Our!Livia/Alt!Livia; set post-S3 as they're working together; Alt!Livia develops an intense crush and ends up going for it.

Date: 2011-08-02 05:08 pm (UTC)
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Yeah, it will be Lincoln that sees Peter first. He offered his help, and Peter gave him that look and told him 'be careful what you wish for.'

Date: 2011-08-15 11:44 pm (UTC)
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...*stares, flails* That is brilliant, and the perfect way to bring Peter back in s4. Your comment is now eating my brain. :D

Date: 2011-08-03 11:44 pm (UTC)
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Olivia/Lincoln (i.e. all Over Here), post-Season 3, virginity

There's a new planet in the solar system
There is nothing up my sleeve


(C'MON, you KNOW you want to write OH!Lincoln as a virgin when he meets Olivia...)

Olivia/Altlivia

Date: 2011-08-07 04:06 pm (UTC)
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They know each other's bodies too well. Peter and/or Lincoln(s) cameos are appreciated

Date: 2011-08-18 05:14 pm (UTC)
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blue!Lincoln/blue!Astrid, glasses, fluff, (anything)

Has no one written blue versions Lincoln/Astrid (or any versions)? I'm dying for anything about them! :D

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Only seeing this now, but anon, in case you have tagged this:

http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Astrid%20Farnsworth*s*Lincoln%20Lee/works

&

http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Astrid%20Farnsworth*s*Lincoln%20Lee*s*Alternate%20Lincoln%20Lee/works

&

http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Alternate%20Astrid%20Farnsworth*s*Alternate%20Lincoln%20Lee/works

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blue rachel/red-blue lincolns

Date: 2011-08-19 06:57 pm (UTC)
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blue rachel/red-blue Lincolns, S3 she's dating one and is just meeting the other and is coming to the reality of the fact that she likes every Lincoln Lee that she meets and that may become a problem!

blue olivia/red Charlie/red olivia

Date: 2011-09-15 06:09 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
blue olivia/red Charlie/red olivia, post-s3 possession, loyalty, olivia's powers progressing.
one of the things Charlie notices, that the olivias in his life, do not like to share, even with them selves

Date: 2011-09-17 10:06 pm (UTC)
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Walter/Nina - drug-infused sex in the lab for old times' sakes

Blue Lincoln/Red olivia

Date: 2011-09-24 09:05 pm (UTC)
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Blue Lincoln/Red olivia, 4x01
attraction, observing.

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