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.assorted drabbles: L&O:CI, LotR, SGA, WaT
As has become my custom whenever I suffer from the inability to write, I ask people to request drabbles in any fandom and with any prompt of their choosing. Here's the newest round.
Mass disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Sigh.
L&O:CI
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cedarlibrarian: Goren/Logan (implied). (PG13ish)
READ
He’d always been good at reading people, and better at not caring. Barek thought he was a seething alcoholic pig, he knew, and that didn’t bother him.
But Goren.
Logan watched Goren hovering around Eames, knew that under the weaving and distraction Goren was watching him. Knew that Goren didn’t like him, but that was okay. He didn’t like Goren either.
But.
Lately he’d caught himself watching Goren, something unfamiliar threaded through resentment and competition. Only it was familiar and that he couldn’t read it – read himself – drove him crazy.
That Goren seemed to know only made it worse.
LotR
Fornamarie120: Aragorn/Faramir; susurration. (PG, post-RotK)
ZEPHYR
It was unreal, returning to Minas Tirith, strange – the night-cold air, the susurration of the West Wind through the Tree’s branches, no more ash or despair, the King with him.
“Do you miss it?” Aragorn asked.
“No,” Faramir said, surprising himself, though the answer was true. “Too much memory is here.” Too much desire, he thought, stealing a glance at the King, the wind-tousled hair, his sharp grey eyes.
Aragorn nodded, caught his glance, smile at the corner of his mouth.
“But the people...”
“I do,” Faramir said, and when Aragorn turned to him, it was for a kiss.
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Fornekosmuse: Legolas, Gimli; drinking. (G, during TTT)
THE CUP
“Wine is light and water,*” Legolas said, holding out the cup to Gimli. “Or, if you rather, like your mithril – the taste is that clear.”
“I would not rather,” Gimli said. “I love mithril, but would not drink it. Give me my beer.”
Legolas sighed and put the cup down. “It is an honor, Gimli; for the Riddermark, wine is hard to come by.*”
“Beer is honor enough, Legolas.”
“I would say something about the stubbornness of Dwarves,” Legolas sighed, “but it would go unheeded.”
“Indeed it would,” Gimli agreed, words muffled by the rim of the cup Legolas handed to him.
[*=the quotation is from Galileo
[*=I'm guessing, based on Tolkien's association of the Rohirrim with early medieval Germanic culture. In the north (England, Norway, Denmark), wine was considerably more expensive than beer or ale, as it was an imported drink.
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Forribby: Aragorn/Boromir; 'velvet.' (PG, during FotR)
CLOAKS
Elves had taken away his cloak – for mending, they said – when, weary, he arrived at Rivendell. Boromir sighed, ran his fingers over the unfamiliar linen of his borrowed shirt.
Unfamiliar, like the rest of Imladris, like the man approaching him now, shadows and bright grey eyes, the Ranger who looked like any number of Boromir’s own people.
“I come on an errand,” the Ranger said, holding out a thick bundle. Surprise made Boromir slow to take it: his cloak mended, velvet no longer dirt-caked.
Warmth from the Ranger’s hands faded quickly as Boromir stammered out thanks and walked away.
SGA
Fordancink: Rodney; grad school, library. (PG)
FULL CIRCLE
Chimpanzees could have scored better.
Rodney wrote down another D and turned to the next exam.
Boston fall light filtered through the window, and the library air made him sleepy. The calculations in front of him blurred as he doodled aimlessly in the margins: a ring, six marks on its circumference, symbols there, lines connecting dots.
Like constellations? Surely not.
He stared at the circle, sudden tingle of excitement, like it meant something, like it wasn’t just a circle. Something beyond his reach and he couldn’t grasp it, and soon frustrated with the effort he thrust excitement aside and returned to grading.
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Forlillyjk: Rodney/John; overheard conversations & misunderstanding.
HEARSAY
John didn’t mean it. Rodney knows that. Because Rodney’s half of this equation, so he has half the say in when they’re going to break this off.
It’s over. John’s exact words to Yang. But... Yang? John’s throwing over an astrophysicist for a biologist?
He asks John about this as they’re settling in for movie night.
“Oh... I didn’t tell you.” Be a man about it, Rodney. “The scientists had this betting pool. About us, when we were going to sleep together.”
“Uh.” Brilliant. “We slept together last night.” Great observation, Rodney.
“Yeah, that’s what I told Yang – their betting pool’s over. The physicists won.”
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Formardia: Carson; Rodney, unrequited. (Post-"Grace Under Pressure")
HYPOTHERMIA
He doesn’t pine, because he has more important things to do, guarding Atlantis from alien viruses and fixing people.
Fixing Rodney this time, and that’s bad; pining is one thing, but pining for the person unconscious under your fingertips is something else. He feels guilty, pleasure at touching Rodney at odds with the fact that Rodney could still die. He could be brain damaged. They won’t know until he wakes.
Don’t die, he whispers now, holding onto Rodney’s hand, which is – finally – warm under his.
Carson watches, waits, lets go of Rodney’s hand only when Rodney’s eyelids flicker and open.
WaT
Forbornofchaos: Danny, Martin; Spanish (yay!), touching. (PG/PG13ish)
TE DESEO*
Danny knows he shouldn’t do this, because it’s work and there are cameras, but he does it anyway, bending to look at Martin’s computer screen, close enough to feel the ambient heat of Martin’s body.
Te deseo, Danny whispers, words barely more than breath against Martin’s ear. He doesn’t miss the shiver, the hitch in Martin’s breathing, and bolder, he trails a quick hand down Martin’s spine, feeling hard muscle under Martin’s shirt.
Distantly, he wonders if Martin knows enough Spanish to understand him. And when Martin turns to him, eyes wide and dark, Danny knows that, in some way, Martin does.
[* I hope this is right... According to my pocket reference Spanish-English dictionary, 'desear' is stronger than 'querer' and can have (more overt?) sexual overtones.
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Forspoiledjap: Danny, Martin; dog! (G)
THE TEAMMATE
Brown hair, sweet smile, big brown eyes. Martin was all over their temporary teammate, and Danny wanted to explode with annoyance. As if sensing this, Martin turned to him with a frown and a stern command to lighten up.
“Danny, Craig Williams was last seen hiking in the Delaware River Park. That’s seventy-five thousand acres; we need all the help we can get.” Martin’s gaze, already too knowing for Danny’s taste, sharpened. “Are you jealous of Missy?”
“Of her?” Danny scoffed. “No.”
“You are!”
“Am not.”
"Are."
"Not."
While they argued, Missy the search-and-rescue dog beamed up at them.
-----
Forsmilla02: Danny/Martin; "of all things that are certain, the most certain is doubt." (PG; post-S4 AU)
CERTAINTY
Growing up, Danny knew that of all things that are certain, the most certain is doubt. When his father’s temper would finally snap, when he’d be moved to a new home, when whatever good thing he’d found would be taken away.
He’d thought he’d accepted it, but then Martin had been shot and he’d found he hadn’t after all.
A year later the doubt’s still there, that something will happen to take Martin away from him.
It’s why he holds on tight when he knows he shouldn’t, and, he thinks, why Martin holds on too – two certain things, holding on to each other.
Yay! I wrote something! *faints in disbelief*
Mass disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Sigh.
L&O:CI
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cedarlibrarian: Goren/Logan (implied). (PG13ish) READ
He’d always been good at reading people, and better at not caring. Barek thought he was a seething alcoholic pig, he knew, and that didn’t bother him.
But Goren.
Logan watched Goren hovering around Eames, knew that under the weaving and distraction Goren was watching him. Knew that Goren didn’t like him, but that was okay. He didn’t like Goren either.
But.
Lately he’d caught himself watching Goren, something unfamiliar threaded through resentment and competition. Only it was familiar and that he couldn’t read it – read himself – drove him crazy.
That Goren seemed to know only made it worse.
LotR
For
namarie120: Aragorn/Faramir; susurration. (PG, post-RotK) ZEPHYR
It was unreal, returning to Minas Tirith, strange – the night-cold air, the susurration of the West Wind through the Tree’s branches, no more ash or despair, the King with him.
“Do you miss it?” Aragorn asked.
“No,” Faramir said, surprising himself, though the answer was true. “Too much memory is here.” Too much desire, he thought, stealing a glance at the King, the wind-tousled hair, his sharp grey eyes.
Aragorn nodded, caught his glance, smile at the corner of his mouth.
“But the people...”
“I do,” Faramir said, and when Aragorn turned to him, it was for a kiss.
-----
For
nekosmuse: Legolas, Gimli; drinking. (G, during TTT)THE CUP
“Wine is light and water,*” Legolas said, holding out the cup to Gimli. “Or, if you rather, like your mithril – the taste is that clear.”
“I would not rather,” Gimli said. “I love mithril, but would not drink it. Give me my beer.”
Legolas sighed and put the cup down. “It is an honor, Gimli; for the Riddermark, wine is hard to come by.*”
“Beer is honor enough, Legolas.”
“I would say something about the stubbornness of Dwarves,” Legolas sighed, “but it would go unheeded.”
“Indeed it would,” Gimli agreed, words muffled by the rim of the cup Legolas handed to him.
[*=the quotation is from Galileo
[*=I'm guessing, based on Tolkien's association of the Rohirrim with early medieval Germanic culture. In the north (England, Norway, Denmark), wine was considerably more expensive than beer or ale, as it was an imported drink.
-----
For
ribby: Aragorn/Boromir; 'velvet.' (PG, during FotR) CLOAKS
Elves had taken away his cloak – for mending, they said – when, weary, he arrived at Rivendell. Boromir sighed, ran his fingers over the unfamiliar linen of his borrowed shirt.
Unfamiliar, like the rest of Imladris, like the man approaching him now, shadows and bright grey eyes, the Ranger who looked like any number of Boromir’s own people.
“I come on an errand,” the Ranger said, holding out a thick bundle. Surprise made Boromir slow to take it: his cloak mended, velvet no longer dirt-caked.
Warmth from the Ranger’s hands faded quickly as Boromir stammered out thanks and walked away.
SGA
For
dancink: Rodney; grad school, library. (PG) FULL CIRCLE
Chimpanzees could have scored better.
Rodney wrote down another D and turned to the next exam.
Boston fall light filtered through the window, and the library air made him sleepy. The calculations in front of him blurred as he doodled aimlessly in the margins: a ring, six marks on its circumference, symbols there, lines connecting dots.
Like constellations? Surely not.
He stared at the circle, sudden tingle of excitement, like it meant something, like it wasn’t just a circle. Something beyond his reach and he couldn’t grasp it, and soon frustrated with the effort he thrust excitement aside and returned to grading.
-----
For
lillyjk: Rodney/John; overheard conversations & misunderstanding. HEARSAY
John didn’t mean it. Rodney knows that. Because Rodney’s half of this equation, so he has half the say in when they’re going to break this off.
It’s over. John’s exact words to Yang. But... Yang? John’s throwing over an astrophysicist for a biologist?
He asks John about this as they’re settling in for movie night.
“Oh... I didn’t tell you.” Be a man about it, Rodney. “The scientists had this betting pool. About us, when we were going to sleep together.”
“Uh.” Brilliant. “We slept together last night.” Great observation, Rodney.
“Yeah, that’s what I told Yang – their betting pool’s over. The physicists won.”
-----
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mardia: Carson; Rodney, unrequited. (Post-"Grace Under Pressure") HYPOTHERMIA
He doesn’t pine, because he has more important things to do, guarding Atlantis from alien viruses and fixing people.
Fixing Rodney this time, and that’s bad; pining is one thing, but pining for the person unconscious under your fingertips is something else. He feels guilty, pleasure at touching Rodney at odds with the fact that Rodney could still die. He could be brain damaged. They won’t know until he wakes.
Don’t die, he whispers now, holding onto Rodney’s hand, which is – finally – warm under his.
Carson watches, waits, lets go of Rodney’s hand only when Rodney’s eyelids flicker and open.
WaT
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bornofchaos: Danny, Martin; Spanish (yay!), touching. (PG/PG13ish) TE DESEO*
Danny knows he shouldn’t do this, because it’s work and there are cameras, but he does it anyway, bending to look at Martin’s computer screen, close enough to feel the ambient heat of Martin’s body.
Te deseo, Danny whispers, words barely more than breath against Martin’s ear. He doesn’t miss the shiver, the hitch in Martin’s breathing, and bolder, he trails a quick hand down Martin’s spine, feeling hard muscle under Martin’s shirt.
Distantly, he wonders if Martin knows enough Spanish to understand him. And when Martin turns to him, eyes wide and dark, Danny knows that, in some way, Martin does.
[* I hope this is right... According to my pocket reference Spanish-English dictionary, 'desear' is stronger than 'querer' and can have (more overt?) sexual overtones.
-----
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spoiledjap: Danny, Martin; dog! (G) THE TEAMMATE
Brown hair, sweet smile, big brown eyes. Martin was all over their temporary teammate, and Danny wanted to explode with annoyance. As if sensing this, Martin turned to him with a frown and a stern command to lighten up.
“Danny, Craig Williams was last seen hiking in the Delaware River Park. That’s seventy-five thousand acres; we need all the help we can get.” Martin’s gaze, already too knowing for Danny’s taste, sharpened. “Are you jealous of Missy?”
“Of her?” Danny scoffed. “No.”
“You are!”
“Am not.”
"Are."
"Not."
While they argued, Missy the search-and-rescue dog beamed up at them.
-----
For
smilla02: Danny/Martin; "of all things that are certain, the most certain is doubt." (PG; post-S4 AU) CERTAINTY
Growing up, Danny knew that of all things that are certain, the most certain is doubt. When his father’s temper would finally snap, when he’d be moved to a new home, when whatever good thing he’d found would be taken away.
He’d thought he’d accepted it, but then Martin had been shot and he’d found he hadn’t after all.
A year later the doubt’s still there, that something will happen to take Martin away from him.
It’s why he holds on tight when he knows he shouldn’t, and, he thinks, why Martin holds on too – two certain things, holding on to each other.
Yay! I wrote something! *faints in disbelief*