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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 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).

Comments

NickLivia x AltLiv

[(Anonymous)]

Nick Lane steals Olivia body and leaves her with his. And she can't really control the testosteron and his empath abilities when left alone with Liv.

Re: NickLivia x AltLiv

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, God, please someone write this! :-D

Peter | Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

Hotel room, up against a window wall

(or use it in the prompt above with Nick/Olivia and Liv)

Re: Peter | Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

...i like the way you think re: that suggestion!

Yeah, I'm lazy. But I'd love this!

[(Anonymous)]

Alt!strid/Alt!Liv

Cyber themes (cybersex; virtual reality scenarios; e-mail/chatroom interaction, including secret admirer scenarios)

any two cast members.

[(Anonymous)]

'Celebrating' season 5 renewal

Josh & Seth

[(Anonymous)]

"I take it you heard?" Seth said with a laugh as he found Joshua slumped on his doorstep in the pouring rain, drunk out of his mind. For a frequent drinker, the boy never could hold his alcohol very well.
"Five seasons." His face erupted into a beautiful grin that melted Seth's heart.
He smiled in return and grabbed Joshua's arm, tugging him indoors and out of the cold rain. "Can you believe it?" the other man asked with a dreamer's tone.
Seth sat him down on his couch and went to grab a towel to dry him off. Joshua was like a small child, staring at him in wonder and awe as he ran the towel through his wet hair.
He finished and wrapped a second towel around his best friend's shoulders. "There." He smiled in satisfaction, sitting back. Seth barely had time to register what was happening as Joshua pulled him into a deep kiss. Seth could taste the hard liquor on his tongue and lost himself in it, craving more. He whimpered lightly as Joshua bit his lip.
"I was afraid." The man breathed into him. "I was afraid that we were done with." Seth was so entranced he failed to recognize the sudden absence of Joshua's previous slur.
"The fans... The fans are pretty loyal and..." Seth trailed off as Josh continued to kiss his skin and corners of his mouth.
"I mean I was afraid you and I were done with." He told Seth gruffly. "That I would see you anymore." Joshua lowered him backward to lay on the couch. He tossed the towel aside and simply removed his damp t-shirt.
"oh." Seth replied in a meek fashion, staring at his bare chest, entranced by his bare skin, aching to touch.
"Tell me Seth baby, tell me you want to spend another year with me." Joshua's finger traced his bottom lip slyly and Seth nodded.
"I want to spend another year... With you." He whispered. Smirking, Joshua seized him against the couch. He ripped Seth's shirt open and fumbled with his sweat pants, shimmying them down those delicious flanks of his. Joshua left him in his briefs, trembling.
"Are you going to tell me to stop?"
Joshua asked and the other man shook his head in reply.
"Good." He buried his face in Seth's chest and nipped and bit at his skin. As his fingers combed through Josh's damp hair, Seth couldn't help but give thanks for another year of what he had come to love the most.

SPOILERS FOR 4x21: Peter and Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

Olivia has the ability to control Peter..however she wants.

Re: SPOILERS FOR 4x21: Peter and Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

Your wish is my command (read: I was already writing it anyway)

[(Anonymous)]

Peter / Olivia after Brave New World Part One. He specifically asks her to use her mind to control him in bed.

You Never Cease To Amaze

[(Anonymous)]

Peter pushed her back onto the bed and poised himself above her. "You know, this superpower mind control thing you've got going is pretty damn sexy." He breathed hotly against the skin of her neck. Eager, she squirmed on mattress beneath him.
"I don't really know where that came from. It just- it just happened."
He sucked a large red hickey to her skin, marking her. "It could be fun... You know... You want to try to experiment some more?" he proposed slyly.
"What?"She asked, struggling to keep from losing herself under his touch.
"Let's play Olivia."
"You- you want me to fuck you with my mind?"
"No." He growled and she sighed in slight relief. "I want you to MAKE me fuck you."
"What?" She mumbled.
"Just like earlier. On the roof tops. Control me 'Livia. Use me." He growled in her eat, nipping at her skin.
She shook her head. "I don't think I can do it again-"

***

Peter felt all his inner nerves grow dull and dormant. His fingers moved
 to brutally rip open her shirt, ignoring the buttons on her blouse.
"Are you doing that?" He breathed excited and she nodded in reply.
He grinned mischievously. "God yes, Olivia-" Peter stopped, his mouth closing in mid sentence.
"Stop talking." She gasped. He found himself unable to disobey and all his blood rushed south as he grew impossibly harder.
Olivia laid there lost in herself and her sensations as she made him take the lead. Her hips bucked upward as he rid her of her clothes. Her own hands went to work on his clothes and he stared at her questioningly.
"I like to do this myself." She told him.
"Oh!" He gasped as his hand closed around his cock and she used him to jerk himself off, smirking at the sight as she did so.
Suddenly he fell at her side and she crawled next to him, allowing him to release his grip on himself. Olivia kissed her way up his shaft and landed a pressured kiss on his tip, teasing him. Peter wanted to thrust his hips upward into her inviting wet heat of her mouth, but she had left him immobile on purpose, torturing him.
She stopped her control for a moment and took a deep breath. It was difficult, flexing her ability. But it was getting easier with practice.
"You okay?" He whispered, able to speak again.
"Yea. I just need a second." She smiled reassuringly. 
After she regained her focus she returned to their game and decided to try something new. She made him semi-immobile once more but gave him a bit more freedom. Olivia sat cross legged at his side, focusing on his groin.
Peter squirmed and gasped loudly, his eyes watching his cock. He could feel everything. A tight pressurized hand enclosed around him, and yet she sat still at his side. The invisible hand jerked him upward and he moaned.
"Olivia! Please!!!"
She smiled and let her mind snap back.
He was breathing impossibly heavily and panting eagerly, desperate to have her completely.
"Please..." he begged. Olivia didn't need powers of mind reading to know what he wanted. And she moved to lower herself down onto him. She let her own whine escape from her mouth at the feeling.
Peter's hand snapped upward to grasp her breasts roughly and she tossed her head back in ecstasy, her golden hair cascading down her back.
His thumbs expertly flicked and pinched at her nipples. "So this is what you like?" He snickered. Olivia began to rock on top of him, moving him in and out of her. Her movements were forceful and jerky, using him to fuck her hard and in all the right places.
She was growing tired again and used the last of her stamina to bring him to orgasm quickly and explosively. Olivia had never heard him utter such a guttural sound before, and it alone tumbled her over the edge as well, whimpering asunder.
"Shit." He gasped as she collapsed at his side, her face flushed and sweaty.
"Good?" She whispered breathily, slightly trembling.
"Fuck yea." Peter moved to kiss her deeply. "You never cease to amaze me 'Livia."

After Brave New World: Anna and Samantha Noble

[(Anonymous)]

Two sexy Australians together.

Re: After Brave New World: Anna and Samantha Noble

[(Anonymous)]

...so glad I'm not the only one who thought, WHOA, ANNA. SOMEONE LIKES THIS GUEST STAR! :P (Don't get me wrong; Anna always always connects. But with this amount of chemistry?)

Peter Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

I'm loving these Olivia controlling Peter prompts, but here's another take:
Peter's a little shaken up at losing control of his body, Olivia tries to make him feel better by letting him have free reign over hers.

Re: Peter Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

loving your different take on it!

[(Anonymous)]

Olivia / Guy she picks up from a bar / Peter

Peter wants to watch Olivia use her powers to control a man in bed. So he sends her to a bar to bring home some fresh meat to experiment with. 

[(Anonymous)]

Fresh meat named Lincoln Lee?

Peter/Olivia

[(Anonymous)]

The night they made Etta. If you want to throw a different spin: Olivia finding out she's pregnant on her own. Or even them celebrating after

Four Days and Change (Peter/Olivia, PG, spoilers for 4.22)

[(Anonymous)]

(er, probably a bit darker than you were hoping for - sorry about that - it kind of got away from me)

The lights in the elevator were one thing; when the monitor shorted out and the keyboard stopped working, Olivia finally conceded that maybe she was going to have to take a more hands-off approach to finding Bell.

The thing was, between Peter’s sharp mind, Nina’s extensive resources, and the finely tuned machine that is Philip Broyles’ growing Fringe Division, there wasn’t much handing off for Olivia to do. Sure, Peter was sympathetic; he knew how much it frustrated her to be sitting front row center on the biggest Fringe event in the history of Fringe events, waiting to be called up for her walk-on spot, but time was also of the essence. He’d smiled up at her from his computer terminal sympathetically, just as the data from the satellites finally started coming in and his attention had been diverted elsewhere.

Besides, Olivia had never needed anyone to hold her hand before. Why start now?

Because after losing one parent, then then other, after Jacksonville and the trials and then living at relative’s houses and boarding schools (or living with Nina Sharp and attending a better class of boarding school, depending which history she chose to believe)… after finding Walter and Peter and a place that felt like home, then losing Peter and finding him all over again, she’d taken a gamble on something of a normal life, which had seemed like decent odds once the Bridge had been closed off, and just her luck, now might really be the end of the world.

And there isn’t anything Olivia can do to stop it this time.

Around her, people were reporting in, correlating weather data with seismic readings and eye-witness reports, while she sat in front of the dead workstation, worrying the at bandage on her thumb where she’d cut it. They’re getting close to finding Bell, and by proxy, Walter. She should be feeling that heart-pounding rush of adrenaline that comes with knowing that she’s this close to breaking the case, but instead, all she feels is flushed and light-headed.

While everybody else is caught up in the business of pulling together all their leads, checking and double-checking their sources, Olivia slips from the room.

Conference room 3A is unoccupied and blissfully quiet once she shuts the door, insulating herself from the chaos down the hall. Olivia grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and holds it to her temple as she sinks into the nearest chair. She closes her eyes and counts each slow, steady breath until she’s sure these are the plain old running-on-empty shakes, and not the calm before the pyrokinetic storm kind.

Olivia can’t remember the last time she ate; the muffin at the hospital cafeteria (the second time around, when they’d gone to see Astrid, not the first time to get Peter’s shoulder checked) hardly counts, nor do the untold cups of coffee between now and last night. She really should be paying closer attention to that, but averting one disaster after another had kind of taken priority. If Peter knew…

At the moment, it’s probably a good thing he doesn’t. She’s suspected for a couple weeks; has been certain (to a ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy, according to the tiny print on the packaging) for four days now, and had worked up the courage to do more than just float the idea past Peter that morning in bed only yesterday. Or was it the day before?

Doesn’t matter, because this afternoon she’d found out she’s about to birth a whole new universe, one conceived years ago by William Bell. How does that even compare to their everyday ordinary creation of a single human being?

All she knows is that their timing stinks and the parallels are making her nauseous. She sips the water and lets her arm do the work of propping her head up, even though the surface of the conference room table looks cool and inviting after god knows how many hours without sleep. She absently rubs the nail of her second finger back and forth across the pad of her thumb, catching the bandage with each stroke.

She should probably tell Peter; secrets have never brought them anything but trouble, but she can’t bring herself to set him up for the inevitable disappointment. If the Cortexiphan and everything else Bell’s has put her through to activate these powers haven’t already caused enough damage, why get his hopes up just to crush them along with the known universes?

Except she’s had four days and change to get used to the idea of their child. Hers and Peter’s. Four days and a couple weeks to wonder at what normal might just look like. And a little under three hours to realize she’s been cheated out of it. For once she’d like five minutes to cry on somebody’s shoulder.

Olivia blinks back stubborn tears before anybody walks in and catches her wallowing. She swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand and notices she’d worked the bandage loose. At least here’s one thing she can fix, she thinks as she pulls the rest of it free.

Only there’s nothing there to re-bandage.

The cut that had been deep enough to argue with Peter about over whether or not she had time to get it sutured was gone. And not just healed or scabbed over, but gone as if it’d never existed. No tender pink line. Nothing.

This is new. Very new. At least since the headaches had stopped. Since Jones and the alternate Nina and the seizures that should have left her feeling far worse than they did…

Before she can wonder any more, the door opens and right away Peter knows something’s wrong. When he asks if she’s okay, she has to shake her head no, because what she’s considering is so far out there, even for them. And if it doesn’t work and the universes collapse anyhow, then Peter is better off not knowing everything he’s about to lose.

She smiles thinly and asks, “Did you find Bell?” instead.

SEPTEMBER as a voyeur

[(Anonymous)]

Observers are always there to witness important events.

September witnesses Peter and Olivia making Etta. (somebody write this, please, just for crack).

Creation

[(Anonymous)]

September had watched from afar. Almost always. But on this particular evening his curiosity and intrigue had pushed him farther. He had been watching as the boy waited for the girl to return home.

Interesting. He thought as he witnessed her face light up when she saw the boy. They were important to each other. What humans called love. It was evident by their interactions they shared. The girl- Olivia she had been named- was comfortable in his presence and the boy- Peter- seemed in a suspended state of joy when they were together. Fascinating, how the humans lived and felt.

September held his breath for a moment as the boy slowly began to unbutton the girl's jacket. It was not an innocent look he was giving her, it seemed to be one of mischief and she returned his eagerness with her own. This next part had always been September's favorite. When Peter would take the girl to the bed and they would remove clothing before beginning to- what did the humans call it? Make love. Have sex. Fuck.

September was ever intrigued this evening, having been given the task of correcting the girl's memory to not take her small tablets. If she had, he would have created a future entirely different and most terrifying. No this evening the boy needed to be able to give the girl their child. To plant his seed in her womb and from it grow new life.

Fascinating.

He was grateful that the boy was tender with Olivia on this evening. On occasion the pair had been violent to the point September feared they would harm the other. But in the end it seemed merely only a game. One September could never understand. Humans liked to play games that much he did understand.

He cocked his head and listened intently to the girl's moans and the boy's grunts as he entered her over and over. After awhile September knew the boy was coming close to releasing the precious life-giving seed. He had to be sure her body would be in place to receive it. It was. The observer quite enjoyed this next part as well, when the girl would buck and flex her body into curve as she climaxed. When she fell back and he collapsed at her side, it was peculiar how much affection passed between them. The girl was no longer a girl. Instead a beautiful young woman with her mate curled at her side an arm around her. Need. Possession. Love. To September they seemed practically the same.
The deed was done. He had fulfilled his duty, but he lingered a bit longer before reporting back to the others. The young couple had drifted to sleep, their bodies tangled together in peace. September closed his eyes and wondered absently what that must feel like. Love. Peculiar at best? Or just warmth? He did not know but he envied the blissful young couple.

He would return in 21 days time for the moment the girl made the discovery of the life she was carrying. The prodigal child to one day save them all.

END NOTE: Dear OP, I know this probably isn't what you were looking for, but I couldn't resist writing like a creeper in an observer POV. You know, for crack. Forgive me? :)

any characters; many on one

[(Anonymous)]

any characters; many on one

I'm looking for something similar to a gangbang, but with the focus being on the one person's pleasure rather than the group. Could be something like a Queen/King For A Day scenario, where someone gets anything they want. Any other kinks are welcome.

AmberRed Olivia/AmberBlue Lincoln

[(Anonymous)]

Handcuffs.

Re: AmberRed Olivia/AmberBlue Lincoln

[(Anonymous)]

please, someone write this. who doesn't love Lincoln in handcuffs?

although Liv...hmm. there's a thought too.

[(Anonymous)]

Anna, masturbation, fantasising about the Olivias...

[(Anonymous)]

I'm just in awe that the hyper-narcissism of O2 is thus even further expanded... ;-)

[(Anonymous)]

Peter/ Olivia.

The making of Etta. Preferrably sweet and fluffy, with a bit of dirty thrown in there too ;)

Blue!Lincoln, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

"Things that make it hard for Lincoln to sleep." Or just hard.

Re: Blue!Lincoln, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

Giggle. (I wanted to go, what's up with all the solo pleasure in Fringe fandom lately...but duh, it's Merry Month of Masturbation!)

[(Anonymous)]

Original timeline.

Olivia is having trouble with accepting Henry even though Liv and Peter both argues that he is basically just as much hers as theirs because Peter was thinking about her while they were making him.

Olivia decides that reenacting exactly how they made the boy could help and well since the more input the better Liv is "invited" (=forced) to the party, as well.

Also she is planning to get back at Peter at some point with involving Liv much more than she said she would. Of course for Peter she is off limits which he doesn't handle nearly as well as he thought he would.

[(Anonymous)]

Omg yes I love this

Proxies

[(Anonymous)]

I could be her. Can you be him?

BlueLincoln x RedOlivia

Re: Proxies

[(Anonymous)]

Id love to see Liv trying to be olivia

Anna Torv/John Noble

[(Anonymous)]

I think someone already posted this but I would like to see this done

Daddy's Lion-Hearted Girl (Warnings: Role Playing Underage/Incest))

[(Anonymous)]

"Dating fucking sucks." Anna hissed, tossing her bag and her keys onto the couch in the lounge.
"Trouble dear?" John asked, concerned, as he looked up from his magazine.
She rolled her eyes, nodding and plopped down on the couch beside him. "Doesn't even begin to cover it." She grumbled.
"Well you're a beautiful young woman, you'll figure it out sweetheart." he reassured her with a pat on her knee.
Anna sighed and rested her head in his lap. She loved, John, he was like a father to her. A father she'd never had.
He set his magazine aside and focused on the woman cuddled to him. "Would you want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly." She muttered. After pausing for a long minute and thinking about it, "you know what, actually yea. How fucking hard is it to get laid in this town and have the guy stick around in the morning for breakfast???"
"Hmm." John mused and brushed back her hair from her forehead lovingly.
Anna sat up again. "Ugh." She grumbled. "You'd be good to me, wouldn't you John?" She asked.
He smiled softly. "You know I'm always here for you dear, you're a daughter to me."
She shook her head and he caught sight of a dangerous look in her eyes. "No. I mean what would you do... If... I..." With every word she drew closer until she was inches from his lips.
"Anna," he warned with a shiver.
"You love me, don't you John? You want me to be happy?"
"Yes of course sweetheart but-"
As she entrapped his lips in hers in and pried his mouth open, he could taste the alcohol on her tongue.
"How much have you had to drink?" He mumbled into her mouth, trying to keep his head level and focus on the fact that this was wrong.
"Enough." She growled and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her.
Anna had never been with an older man. Or at least one John's age, and she was intrigued. Sure she had seen him naked before, when required for the show but she was eager to explore... away from the cameras.
"Please John... Be good to me... Won't you?" She mewed softly and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth.
"Anna... My- my daughter is your age and-" He hurried, trying to put a lid on this before it turned into a real clusterfuck of a situation.
"What a coincidence... I've been having daddy issues myself..." She breathed hotly and attacked the skin of his neck, drawing a deep moan out of him.
"Be good to me John. Take care of me..." She begged and cupped him through his pants.


He fucked her that night. He didn't want to at first but she had played him well and left him writhing with a feirce lust that only she could satiate.
He wasn't exactly sure how she had ended up in his bed, the night before had gotten a little fuzzy after they left the studio. But she was there at his side in the morning. The heater in his apartment had been left on high, and she laid naked, sprawled out on top of the covers. Her lean body reflected her flawless youth... As she slept, Anna's beautiful face was poised in an expression of severe comfort and her golden hair was splayed out beneath her.
His morning erection was drawing on the inspiration of her curves and John found his hand moving to touch himself, watching her as she slept. Over the years, his stamina had decreased as he had grown older and it only took a matter of seconds before he came in his hand, semen coating his fingers thickly.
He thought about the escort he had hired a few months ago and how he had hit her and smeared his seed in her hair, calling her names and hating her asunder. The bitch had cried from her low self esteem by the end and had left without payment.
John entertained the idea of wiping his hand in Anna's hair at the moment. He loved her like a daughter sure, but he achingly lusted after her like any man would.
He wiped himself off with a tissue next to the bed and tossed it aside. John fell back asleep with the images of what else he would do to Anna.


***


"Daddy wake up..." She purred in his ear, her fingers dancing across his chest. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at the sight of her. Anna had woken up and used the spare hair ties she kept oh her wrist to put her hair into pig tails. He groaned hungrily.
"Anna...?"
"I had a bad dream." She played, giving him a pout of mock sadness.
"Come here sweetness." He grinned and sat up, gathering her in his arms.
"Tell me all about it."
She shook her head. "No, I don't wanna! It was too scary!"
"If you don't tell me I can't help you to be brave." He assured her, falling into the mindset of their game.
"But I am brave Daddy, aren't I?" She asked with pleading eyes.
John smiled. "Yes my little Anna. You are quite brave." He squeezed her tight, and his hand pinched one of her nipples for a split second.
"Oh!" She gasped.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
"I felt tickles..." She blushed. John's mind stepped away from their little game to admire once more her profound acting abilities. He could get used to this.
He pinched her again and she squirmed in his lap. "Oh it happened again..."
"It's okay darling. It feels good right?"
"Yes! But daddy I thought this was for big girls!"
"You are a big girl Anna."
"But I can still stay your little girl too right?" she pleaded with soft eyes.
He kissed her tenderly. "Yes. You're still daddy's brave little girl."
"Daddy... What's that?" Anna whispered, shifting in his lap, feeling his erection against her.
"Hm." He mused. "That's the toy I bought for you...."
Anna laughed falling out of character for a second. "A present for me?!" She trilled excitedly.
John grinned. "Would you like to play with it Anna?"
"Yes!"
John shimmied his boxers down, releasing his taunt erection for her inspection. He stroked himself once before sitting back in relaxation.
"Oh!" She gasped. "What is it?"
"Put it in your mouth."
She looked at him in confusion. "Is it candy, Daddy?"
"Taste it. You'll see."
Anna's tongue timidly flicked out across his head.
"Does it taste good sweetie, do you like it?"
She nodded and drew him in to her mouth, sucking gently. “That’s it baby girl. Just like that.” He mumbled, tugging gently on one of her pigtails. John arched his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He was so close…
“Anna stop, I-“ He breathed and she just shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He came in her mouth and she struggled to swallow it down. When he had finished and relaxed, panting heavily, she withdrew him from her mouth, giggling all the while.
“It squirted in my mouth!” She trilled and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. “Did I do okay Daddy?” Anna asked innocently, cocking her head to the side and batting her eyes.
“Yes… you did perfect pumpkin. Just perfect…” John breathed and lazily wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Come here baby girl. Give your daddy a kiss.”
She eagerly crawled up on him and crashed her lips against his in such passion he could’ve come again. God she was a sexy little vixen to play with him like this. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last time.

[(Anonymous)]

Peter, the Olivias and the Lincolns...

[(Anonymous)]

Peter/Olivia/Altlivia. Pairing (triad?) is the kink.

This is one of those pairings I could *never* see working...until the amberverse happened. With this Liv not having been a part of all the ~angst~ of S3, it became marginally more possible.

Walter/September

[(Anonymous)]

Anything!

Prompt: Blue!Lincoln/Olivia (any), see image below

[monanotlisa]

...anon really made little sense here.

Blue!Lincoln, welcome to Red'verse

[(Anonymous)]

In which Blue!Lincoln discovers that certain details were left out of the orientation packet, and Liv, Charlie, and Captain Lee welcome Lincoln to the Fringe team...with the traditional team orgy, of course.

Re: Blue!Lincoln, welcome to Red'verse

[(Anonymous)]

OF COURSE. *g*

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Blue!Lincoln/Red!Olivia (Amberverse)

[(Anonymous)]

He doesn't take his glasses off.