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fringe_kinkmemeThis 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'seliade'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).
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
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).
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Date: 2011-12-05 10:34 am (UTC)Josh/Anna/Seth - astrology kink, Libra and Gemini are so good together, expecially when Gemini is literally presented by two people. Can be anything, from set to parties.
In case you don't know, Josh and Anna are Gemini, Seth is Libra.
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Date: 2011-12-06 11:53 pm (UTC)\o/
Blue!Lincoln / Red!Olivia - Tired of being treated like a boy
Date: 2011-12-05 11:38 am (UTC)He's tired of his fellow agents treating him like a little brother.
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Date: 2011-12-12 04:41 am (UTC)anna/jasika, cigarettes, and also i fail at breaking up the adorable lesbian couple even in rpf
Date: 2011-12-13 11:47 pm (UTC)but here, now, anna wrinkles her nose and shakes her head and laughs. it's not the raucous laugh jasika privately thinks of as deeply australian, and it's not the thoroughly-amused, more personal (yet universal) one.
instead, anna is taking a step back, then another. jasika takes a second look: at jeff gesticulating at her, smoke in hand.
oh.
jasika makes her way through what's not even a throng of production people to touch anna once, lightly on the wrist. hey, you ready?
anna smiles at her, and this is the real deal, again. yeah to jasika, sorry to jeff, and they scramble.
thanks, anna says, amused and off-handed, but of course nothing with anna is ever actually off-handed. she always makes you feel the emotion behind every word to you -- that it's you she cares about, you she pays attention to. easy, though, never forced.
this, jasika thinks, is why anna is an actress and not a politician. the facade has to be real enough. (jasika thinks of herself as a decent actress too, but she slots neatly into the category of actors more comfortable in front of a camera than to the side of it, or anywhere else.)
smoking used to be cool, anna muses, voice so soft that jasika has to lean in, a bit, and then hollywood said only villains did it, but now, backlash and forthlash and all, i feel silly for not liking it much.
jasika can't help it, she loves anna a little bit this very moment. she always likes her, of course, and appreciates her talent. but anna, for all her cheerful attitude, is not a pez dispenser variant; the moments where she talks about herself and thus lets you see more of her -- the actual her, or some semblance thereof -- are rare.
i get it, jasika says, and see, she's good too, because anna throws her a look from under long lashes that would make lesser men and women crumble (do something disintegrating, anyway).
you always do, jaz, anna says, and she's exhaling in a funny way. do you think there's smoke on my breath?
jasika blinks. she doesn't appreciate nicknames much, but she's used to them, and besides, she secretly likes the way anna pronounces her name: with the softest of "z" sounds.
i doubt it; not from the foot or so of distance. jasika stops, and this time it's natural to hold anna's wrist, very gently, to stop her in her tracks. why?
close-up scenes coming up, anna says, where i wouldn't want to make anyone subject me to what i myself don't like.
jasika thinks, very distinctly, that this is a total cliché and totally can't be what anna is angling for, here out at the perimeter, behind the trailers, without anyone else around. come here, let me see. or smell, maybe.
anna smiles, delighted and innocent and maybe a bit too much so. her breath is warm on jasika's face, perfectly pleasant; jasika inhales just as slowly. she shouldn't be savoring it, and she's not -- not deep down where it counts, where the space in her heart is filled already, has been filled for a while.
but this is anna torv, whose skin is warm under the fingers of jasika's hand still encircling her wrist, and whose stunning face is very close. close enough for jasika to stare at the starburst of colors in anna's eyes, green and gold and gray until jasika wonders if there's an astronomy award to be gotten, somewhere.
thanks, anna whispers, and jasika startles, just a little. for being you. the corner of anna's mouth lifts in ways jasika hasn't seen before (but would not mind seeing again).
jasika smiles back at her and turns resolutely, walking back to prepare for her own scene. she loves her job, and she loves he people she works with. but if anna's approval is just as the world should be, why does she still feel this is not quite the case?
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-01-17 09:21 am (UTC) - ExpandWaking up next to each other - Peter/any Olivia/any Lincoln (any pairing)
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Date: 2011-12-17 06:06 pm (UTC)they meet by chance and Olivia is intrigued by the stunningly sexy succubus.
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Date: 2011-12-19 08:00 pm (UTC)https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-
(What? *g* C'mon, it's PERFECT for the season.)
Mistletoe (Olivia/Peter, Olivia/Astrid, G)
Date: 2011-12-24 12:34 am (UTC)“T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the lab, all the creatures are stirring. It’s really quite mad.”
“Nice Walter.” Peter plucked a piece of tinsel off his shoulder. “Isn’t this getting a little out of hand?”
“Nonsense, Son,” Walter answered, tottering at the top of a step ladder. “Nineteen years at St. Claire’s. I have some catching up to do.”
Peter really couldn’t argue that; it’d been a long time since he’d celebrated the holidays himself. But, he did have his limits, and helping Walter hang twelve hundred blinking red and green LED lights was pushing them.
“Is Agent Dunham going to be back soon?” Walter leaned over to ask. The ladder started to the totter and Peter lunged to steady it.
“That’s what she said when she called.”
Walter grinned. “Excellent.”
“Walter. What’s going on?”
“Did you pick up the rum?” Walter tried to divert him. “Can’t have eggnog without the rum. Do you think Olivia will join us for eggnog?”
“If you have rum, I think there’s a pretty good chance of that.” Walter gave him a look. The one that he saved for when he thought Peter was purposely being dense. “Fine. Yes. I think there’s a chance Olivia will stay for a drink,” Peter answered to placate him.
Walter hummed a few bars of a carol that Peter vaguely remembered his mother singing once upon a time. Peter plugged the last string of lights into the power bar and froze, waiting for something to short out. When nothing happened, he muttered a short prayer of thanks. There was a scraping sound behind him, and he turned to see Walter dragging the step ladder over to the top of the stairs. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
“Walter!”
“Son, give me a hand here. I want maximum coverage. Olivia will be here soon.”
Peter made a grab for the back of his lab coat, but Walter was too fast. “Walter, what’s going on here?”
“Christmas,” Walter answered. The corners of his mouth twitched, slightly, just enough that Peter knew Walter was up to something. He caught the way Walter’s eyes dart up to the archway above the steps and that’s when he saw it.
“It” being the largest sprig of mistletoe Peter had ever seen. He sighed.
“Really Walter? Olivia’s not going to fall for that.”
“Fall for what?” Of course that would be the exact moment Olivia would walk through the door. She stopped beside Peter and looked up where he was staring.
Peter wanted to ask if it suddenly felt a little warm in the lab (twelve hundred lights must generate a bit of heat, right?), but just settle for clearing his throat.
“Olivia,” Walter greeted her from the step ladder. “We were just talking about you.”
Olivia bit back a smile that made Peter’s stomach flip-flop. “Apparently,” she said. “Is that mistletoe Walter?”
“It is. Sharp eyes you have my dear.” Walter was practically vibrating.
“It’s kind of hard to miss,” Peter said.
“It’s also hard to miss that you are standing under it,” Walter added. “Right next to Agent Dunham. Come on, Son,” he stage-whispered. “Don’t leave a pretty girl just standing there.”
And that’s when Olivia blushed. Peter wanted to bang his head against the wall. Walter was setting them up, once again. An awkward silence followed.
It was broken by the sharp tap of heels on the concrete floor.
“Walter, the first batch is done, but I don’t think--“ Astrid trailed off mid-sentence while she took in the scene in front of her. Peter wished he could disappear. Or at least change his last name and absolve any relationship with his father.
“Oh for crying out loud.” Astrid dropped the sheet of cookies she was carrying onto the lab bench, rolled her eyes, and strode across the lab to where they were all standing. She placed her hands on Olivia’s cheeks, planted her lips on Olivia’s, and kissed her, fully. Deeply. Olivia brought her own hand up to Astrid’s shoulder and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
Peter reminded himself to pick his jaw up off the floor. Beside him, Walter let out a grunt and something that sounded a bit like “That’s not how it was supposed to work.”
Finally, Astrid broke the kiss, letting her fingers linger on Olivia’s cheek, and turned to Walter. “You are needed in the kitchen. Your cookies are burning.” She turned and strode back across the lab, snagging her cookie pan on the way past. Concerned for his shortbread, Walter followed.
Peter looked back at Olivia, saw her staring back, and took a step forward. “Listen, about Walter,” he started to apologize, but she stopped him with her, pressing her index finger to his lips. She looked up, and Peter followed her gaze.
The mistletoe bush still hung there, above them.
Olivia grabbed the front of his shirt in her fist and pulled him to her, until they were standing there, nearly touching. Her lips were still pink and swollen, and Peter felt his breath catch. She tightened her grip and held him close. And smiled.
“Merry Christmas?” she whispered and leaned in.
Yes, Peter thought when they broke from air, it definitely was.
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Date: 2011-12-21 08:28 pm (UTC)I am, perhaps, the only person on the planet who really liked John Scott, especially when he existed in Olivia's mind. Some of that, please? Any other kinks welcome to come along for the ride.
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Date: 2011-12-27 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-29 11:12 pm (UTC)blue sally clark/red lincoln lee
Date: 2012-01-07 09:23 am (UTC)Re: blue sally clark/red lincoln lee
Date: 2012-02-21 09:57 pm (UTC)AmberBlue Lincoln/AmberRed Lincoln
Date: 2012-01-16 08:51 am (UTC)"well, well, well, what a beautiful site this is!
Less Talk, More Action - Amberverse Red Lincoln/Blue Lincoln (Mature, spoilers up to 4.08)
Date: 2012-01-16 01:45 pm (UTC)The door opens unexpectedly. Captain Lincoln Lee can't hide his grin as he looks at FBI agent Lincoln Lee who's still cuffed to that pipe in the closet.
Lincoln just glances at him and does nothing. He's not in the mood to answer questions at the moment.
'Fine', Lee raises an eyebrow and walks into the room closing and locking the door behind him. 'We don't have to talk. I didn't come to talk anyway.'
Lincoln feels a little ashamed, but he has no choice but to admit that Lee's voice turns him on. As the other agent moves closer he can feel his body temperature go up a degree or two. Lee takes his time, walking around his prisoner, admiring him, measuring him up.
'Well, well, well... Look at you', he touches the handcuffs running his fingers along Lincoln's wrists in process. 'I'm so glad Liv reminded me you were here, you see, I forgot.'
They look into each other's eyes and there's a mix of lust and humour in Captain's eyes.
'You still don't wanna talk?' Lee asks and Lincoln's mouth lifts, head jerking just a little. Lee smirks. 'That's okay. Less talk, more action. I like.'
He takes his position behind Lincoln, then moves closer and presses himself against his alternate wrapping his arms around him. Hands roaming. Under the jacket. Under the shirt. He sighs.
'God, I wish I could undress you completely, but that means taking the 'cuffs off...' Lee chuckles and runs his tongue up the side of Lincoln's neck earning a moan of approval. 'I'm guessing you don't mind anyway.'
His hands slide lower and find Lincoln's belt.
'I'm sorry for taking advantage like that. People tell me to go screw myself a lot, you know. Those criminals, they don't watch their language at all', Lee's breath is hot against Lincoln's ear. He chuckles. 'If only they knew. Right?'
He presses his lips against Lincoln's neck and starts sucking. Soon the pants fall down and Lincoln is in his briefs. Obviously Captain likes playing with his prey, because his hand is in Lincoln's underwear and it seems to be very convincing since Lincoln finds himself considering the possibility that maybe these people aren't that bad after all.
Soon he's exposed and Lee is fiddling with his own clothes behind him. Then lubed fingers are warming him up, Lee's dick's head is pushing its way inside him and it's a matter of time, but he takes it all. He grabs the pipe for support and soon bites his lip hard because Lee's maner of fucking knows no mercy. Captain wraps his long fingers around Lincoln's cock.
'Sorry about the hand, next time I'll ask Liv for assistance', his words come out in heavy syllables. 'They say my mouth is legendary, but it's nothing compared to what she can do.'
Lincoln licks his lips and closes his eyes, all kinds of mental images in his head. Lee's hand on his cock feels right, familiar... natural. Of course it does... he starts thinking of the "Stranger" technique he has to resort to so often, but there's a slap on his ass and now he can't think at all.
It's no surprise to him that they come simultaneously. Not after Lee groans into his ear and spills white hot liquid deep into his body while still pumping his hand up and down the length of Lincoln's shaft. They tremble against each other, Lincoln gripping the pipe and Lee holding Lincoln against him, each heavy breath and tiny moan against his sweaty skin like a thank you.
After Lee puts his pants back on and dresses Lincoln he stops to stare at his alternate and grabs his chin pulling him closer and shoving tongue into his mouth. He breaks the kiss abruptly and stares for a few moments again, enjoying the view of the other agent's swollen lips and flushed face.
'God, I'm hot', he releases Lincoln's jaw with a little push, pats him on the cheek and grins looking into the other man's eyes. 'You can leave that out of your report... Although I don't suppose there will be one anyway, considering how you got here.'
The door is already open and Lee's about to leave, but he pauses and turns around, wicked smirk on his face.
'I hope we catch that Peter guy you came with. Maybe he's the talking type.'
And Lincoln hopes they do.
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:41 am (UTC)Amber Alt!Liv / Amber Lincoln, that is the Over There and the Over Here versions, in said storage closet, taste-testing what can't be but what Liv still wonders about when her head hits the pillow...
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Date: 2012-01-16 12:39 pm (UTC)Only the two of them know there's a man in the closet. They make him watch and maybe let him join. And he, of course, is in handcuffs the whole time.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:53 am (UTC)All of them being sassy and snarky and a bit bitchy, but somehow they all end up making out with each other. Or more.
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From:AmberRed Elizabeth/AmberBlue Walter,Peter
Date: 2012-01-21 09:25 am (UTC)please Walter,do this for me, do this for are son?
AmberRed Olivia/Peter
Date: 2012-01-21 09:34 am (UTC)I've played this game with you before but this time anything gos, so game on sweetheart!
AmberRed Olivia/AmberBlue Lincoln
Date: 2012-01-21 09:47 am (UTC)I'm not your partner Olivia I'm not even from your world but if you just give me one night I'll show you that none of it matters
one night to be confused (Amberverse, Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln), 1/2
Date: 2012-01-22 07:53 pm (UTC)"What are you doing here?" She turned fully on her barstool and gave him a smirk, her stance perfectly at ease. "Leash elongated?"
His mouth did a rueful little move that she'd never seen before -- great to watch before she realized this wasn't an old dog new trick situation. This doggie was brand-new and keen.
"Your earpiece sets for us are still being processed; something about re-routing circuits as to prevent listening in on any channel not the Joined Network."
"So you contacted me directly. How analog of you."
He laughed, glancing down for a moment, and there was even a hint of color in his cheeks. How a man like him had made it to field agent, let alone another universe was a mystery to her. But then again, the other side clearly had different ideas about recruiting for Fringe Division, that prodigal son of Secretary Bishop yet another point in case.
Eventually, of course, even this Lincoln looked up again, and around Jeff's. The interior designer could have stuck to one style, Liv presumed, but she had no deep-seated opinion on mixing dry stone hut elements with US sports-bar paraphernalia. "I could ask you the same thing, by the way. I thought you didn't drink?"
Her turn to laugh. "You read my case-file."
"Cover to cover." He opened his mouth, then closed it again rather resolutely. "May I sit down?"
She raised one slow eyebrow but motioned him to take the stool next to her. This was bound to be interesting, if nothing else. Behind them, the bartender who doubled as the eponymous owner of the bar gave them the twice-over, which Liv was taking as confirmation it wasn't just her: This version of Lincoln Lee did seem more suited for file folders than fringe events.
And yet. The back of her neck was prickling. He studied her glass of Dark Joey -- half-full, by the way -- for a moment. "Well, for a non-alcoholic drink, this one looks sufficiently bad-ass."
This time her grin was organically grown, slap-a-green-sticker-on-it-and-raise-
"No, I'm -- okay, there's the official version and an official question." Liv didn't miss that measuring look, very brief but there. Clever pup. "But I just wanted to talk to you."
Right. Liv rolled her shoulders, tossed her hair, and deftly caught Jeff's eyes. "A beer for him. Something locally brewed; he's a visitor."
His drink down in front of him, Lincoln gave her a smile that was nothing but sweet, and here, finally, she could see glimpses of her own Lincoln in him. Only this one didn't even pretend to be a confident man of the world. Which really seemed the wiser choice. "Thanks." He took a long sip. Liv watched him lick the foam off his lips. The clean line of his neck and shoulders should have been as familiar to her as her own reflection. It should have been.
No doubt this was another tactic of his, letting her talk instead of him, but Liv didn't mind steering herself when the situation called for it. "If it's about any double-date ideas of yours, I'm out; we're not actually twins after all. Take it up with her."
Lincoln managed to swallow his current mouthful but not the cough that followed. Liv in turn managed not to grin too dirtily.
He put his glass down and drew a slow finger across the wet rim once, making it hum. The lager (or whatever it was) obviously held all the secrets of all universes, judging from his concentrated stare. "She's meeting with Peter, again. Something about the Machine; he convincingly explained that she too had a part in it, could control it." The small frown on his face deepened. "Could being the operative word; in his time-line Olivia supposedly had superpowers."
But of course she had. Liv pushed down whatever she was totally not feeling there and waved a dismissive hand. "So they're discussing the final goal of him going home. Sounds reasonable to me, and yes, almost certainly to her."
"Reasonable. Sure." He met her eyes then. "Just, also emotional. I've been there; with them, and it's -- ever since Jones, they've been spending a lot of time together. With every meeting Olivia is less...uncomfortable. Less stand-offish."
Now that was something to marvel at, indeed. But yeah, perhaps this Lincoln had a point. Also, a problem. "You're jealous." She wasn't following the saga of the alternate timeline too closely, but it didn't take any background check to see that Peter Bishop had a history with Olivia, and even vice versa there was just -- something.
"I am." She had to lean in to properly understand him, but he blinked, focusing fully on her. "I don't want to be. Red, I like Peter; I...I obviously like Olivia."
Fair enough, if not to understandable regarding the object of his affection. "I get it; I just don't get why we're talking about this."
"For starters, my therapist is not well-versed in alternate time-lines, different universes, and the complications these bring to our...relationships." Liv had to double-check, but yeah, that hint of a smile meant he'd made a joke. She wasn't sure whether to smile back, but it wouldn't have been hard, at all, with an expression as inviting as his. "Maybe I did think you could help."
/Part One
(tbc)
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:24 pm (UTC)nothing has ever held her interest like this before, that man, peter bishop, the man that looks her in the eye and will smile at her.
AmberRed Lincoln/AmberBlue Lincoln,
Date: 2012-01-21 08:57 pm (UTC)mirroring sex, partnerships,
He find HIM at his apartment waiting to TALK to him about there new partnerships but well..
Re: AmberRed Lincoln/AmberBlue Lincoln,
Date: 2012-01-22 10:46 pm (UTC)MINISCULE SPOILER FOR 4x09
Date: 2012-01-22 12:20 am (UTC)BLUE!LINCOLN: Hey, Red, you got anything?
ALT!OLIVIA: Uh, yeah. I mean, same as you.
Astrid, threesome
Date: 2012-01-29 04:19 pm (UTC)So far we've seen fic for Astrid/Olivia/Lincoln (http://archiveofourown.org/works/306484) and Astrid/Lincoln/alt!Lincoln (http://archiveofourown.org/works/269673), but there are so many more combinations to go! Astrid/Lincoln/Peter! Astrid/Olivia/alt!Lincoln! Astrid/Olivia/Peter! Astrid/alt!Lincoln/Peter!
...you get the picture. Now make the words.
Re: Astrid, threesome
Date: 2012-01-29 05:44 pm (UTC)I do, I do. See also this tag on the AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/tags/let%27s%20get%20astrid%20laid). If you drum up more support, I'll be there with bells on. ;)
Drug Induced Sex and other Mishaps - Peter/Astrid/Lincoln - multiple povs
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-01-31 04:07 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: Drug Induced Sex and other Mishaps - Peter/Astrid/Lincoln - multiple povs
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2012-02-01 12:00 am (UTC) - ExpandAltliv/Peter/Olivia or Peter/Olivia/Lincoln
Date: 2012-01-31 03:50 am (UTC)Also sex, of course, but you know ;) I'm an angst whore, what can I say :)
no subject
Date: 2012-02-02 07:48 am (UTC)Something with Astrid traveling back in time, perhaps with the aid of an Observer, and having some fun with younger Walter.
Nina/Broyles
Date: 2012-02-02 07:53 am (UTC)Broyles' or Nina's office, either way, with only a limited amount of time to enjoy one another's company, due to an impending meeting or something.