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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).

Nina/Walter/William

Date: 2011-04-16 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Drug-fueled college-era threesome, Nina as psychological (or maybe even physical) top.

Date: 2011-04-16 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Peter; authority figures, domination

Either Olivia is fine.

Date: 2011-04-16 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Astrid: after a long day of dealing with grossout body horror at work, they come home to some nice neat play with urine (or other bodily fluids) that is/are coming out of living people for a change.

Date: 2011-04-16 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Walter/William, set anytime you like: Walter likes being Belly's test subject.

Date: 2011-04-16 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
alt-Charlie Francis/alt-Lincoln Lee: Lincoln wonders if he can feel the worms from the outside.

Date: 2011-04-16 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia, solofic. What does she do with her sex toys, after she's gotten back from the altverse and done her laundry?

Date: 2011-04-16 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Olivia, pairing is kink enough?

Everything's fallen apart and all they have left is each other.

Date: 2011-04-16 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Alt-Olivia/Alt-Lincoln/Alt-Charlie, Lincoln's a mouthy bottom and Charlie and Olivia are pretty okay with that.

Date: 2011-04-17 04:55 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Alt!Lincoln Lee; body alteration/sensation play; the doctors keep telling him that his new skin is just the same as his old skin, but it doesn't *feel* the same

Date: 2011-04-17 04:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia Dunham/Dana Scully; guns, hot for teacher; Dana supervised Olivia's class in marksmanship (or physical training or paperwork or forensics, basically anything would be hot)

Date: 2011-04-17 05:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
any characters; full body bondage; they're sure they know how to break out of amber, but they want to know how it feels

Date: 2011-04-17 05:05 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Astrid/Olivia; tentacles

Date: 2011-04-17 05:07 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Broyles/anyone, d/s or authority figure kink

Date: 2011-04-17 05:09 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Broyles/Astrid, anything

Date: 2011-04-17 05:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
alt!Broyles (aka HardBroyles)/alt!Astrid (aka KickAsstrid) - Astrid's done the math on Broyles. She knows the history and source of every twitch, the angle of every motion, the probability of every word choice. She just isn't sure why she's focused her analysis in this way. Perhaps leading to hot Astrid-pov kink or sex or play that's very very cool and analytical.

Date: 2011-04-17 05:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Astrid/alt!Astrid: anything you like. Maybe something to do with trust, sameness/not-the-sameness, etc?

Date: 2011-04-17 05:26 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Peter, D/s: Olivia makes Peter tell her everything he did with FauxLivia. Peter's ashamed and humiliated and shivery and turned on while she (holds him down? ravishes him?) and makes him cover every detail.
From: (Anonymous)
On the third day, Broyles seeks her out.

Astrid lets out a soft breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. "Sir," she says and doesn't make it a question.

He holds her eyes. "Agent Farnsworth. About the retrieval of Agent Dunham." Which clearly is one way of putting it -- into the official FBI report. "I apologize for having shouldered you with the responsibility of taking care of me in addition to overseeing the experiment."

"Oh, no" she says, and she can't quite keep the emotion out of her voice; she's just not like that, "it wasn't an imposition, it was --" more like a revelation. His large, elegant hand wrapped in hers. The stunning sweetness of his smile. Such a powerful personality at all times; to have all of it directed at her? "a nice thing, really." Astrid closes her eyes and internalizes her wince. Really, Miss Farnsworth? 'A nice thing?'

His voice is soft, makes her open them again. "Well, I appreciate it anyway, appreciate that you went out of your way to make me...comfortable."

Comfort is what she aimed for (what she aims for all the time with them, because she loves them and they need it), but it's not all he felt, then. She remembers his vision, she's read the report. Astrid doesn't need drugs to know that perceiving -- beyond mere mortality -- your actual death is not an experience a human being wants to make. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I am, thanks to you. Farnsworth --" and now he hesitates; in all her time with Philipp Broyles, she's never once seen him do that. "It was a very intense experience, and I have since read up on the substance. You're probably what kept me sane." Now his lips actually curl into a smile she's never seen before either: not as luminous and innocent as the one before but gentle and self-deprecating, making something in her chest feel tight and too-loose at once. "Not that it seemed so at the moment, I imagine."

He looks down at the table. "Is it safe to touch this?"

She almost laughs, giddy for no reason, no reason at all. "Yes, yes the table surface is fine."

When Broyles puts his hands down and leans in, he's carefully leaving the table between them. But the distance to her across to the side where she's standing is much smaller now. "I won't forget this."

She meets his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he isn't just talking about her doing her job.

"Me neither," she says and doesn't look away.

And the smile he gives her is almost as luminous as the one that very day, if less innocent than promising.

Date: 2011-04-17 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Nina Sharp/William Bell; phone sex, but straddling the divide of different universes

Date: 2011-04-17 01:29 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Nina Sharp/William Bell; Bell searches for Alt!Nina in a sexual longing sort of way and either is crushed when he discovers that she's dead in red!verse or has a one night stand with alt!Nina when he finds her, but is still upset that she's not his Nina who's all ambitious and badass

Date: 2011-04-17 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
SPOILERS FOR 3x17 STOWAWAY

Peter/Lincoln, (selective?) amnesia, hero worship

Could not shake the impression that whoa, Lincoln thought Peter was peanut butter and jelly at once. Of course, Peter loves Olivia more than life itself, so no slashing in canon or anytime ever as long as they're both around.

But...
thingswithwings: Astrid smiling (Fringe - Astrid smiles)
From: [personal profile] thingswithwings
ooooh, this is lovely! so tender and full of, well, promise! I gasped a little at that moment in the episode, when she took his hand, so this followup was just what I wanted. <3!

Date: 2011-04-18 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The water sluices down Lincoln's back, a gentle current pulling downwards. He shifts and leans forward, resting his head against the tiles under the showerhead, letting the water pepper his back with more force. He stays in the shower longer than he needs to — longer than he should given the water rationing, but he's waiting for the crawling feeling to wash away. The skittery feeling that leaves him rubbing absently at his skin all the time. The feeling that makes him want to dig his fingers into his skin and scratch until it feels right again.

He thinks it would be easier if there were scars, some marker that something has changed but even the old scars are gone. The one from when he was nine and his dumbass brother threw a baseball at his head. The one from the first case he and Liv worked together.

He towels off quickly when he steps out of the shower, getting the water off of his body as quickly as possible. He leaves the mirror fogged up. As Liv's so fond of pointing out, he doesn't exactly use it to comb his hair or anything. He hates looking at himself now. He looks exactly the same. He isn't exactly the same.

He stares at the skin on the back of his wrist and runs one finger over the back of his hand.

He scrapes his fingernails lightly over the skin on the inside of his arm, up and down until he's covered with goosebumps.

He rubs at the skin on his chest, just above his sternum where it's stretched thin over the bone. He knows the skin is red, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the cloudy surface of the mirror. The trails his fingers down his stomach, and the shape of the muscle there is the same, same curve and dip of his bellybutton, but he feels like he's touching someone else, like someone else is touching him. There's some fundamental disconnect between the skin that's supposed to be his and what's underneath it.

He shudders and glares at the fuzzy image of himself, visible now that the steam's clearing off.

He wants to ask Liv what it was like when she thought she was someone else.

He wants to ask Charlie what it's like to have something else living under his skin.

He pulls on his clothing and ignores the way the fabric settles against him and brushes his skin. He jokes with Liv and tries to not flinch away when she touches the back of his hand. He keeps his face neutral when Charlie slaps his shoulder.

He dreams about fire, and scrubs his skin until it hurts, and waits to feel whole again.

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