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[Justified] - "blackberry"

Word count: 3,000 Rating: M

Pairing: Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson

Summary: 

Tim hadn’t been lying when he’d rattled off to Art all the things he was only fair-to-middling at. But somehow he managed pancakes alright.

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[Justified] - "when I can't get close to you I come undone"

Word count: 5,300 Rating: T

Pairing: Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson

Summary: 

Folks come back from the sandbox usually go one of two ways: they either join law enforcement stateside, or contract out as hired guns. AU where Tim chose the latter. Everything’s five-by-five, until some sour-faced looking hill people out of Harlan County put out a hit on one U.S. Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens.

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[Pacific Rim] - "Little Comforts"

Word count: 1,500 Rating: E

Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Chuck Hansen

Summary:  

Almost an hour after he’d gotten up, Raleigh crept back into the bedroom and pulled the curtains open, filling the room with bright winter sunlight, and from the bed came an outraged: “The fuck time ‘s it?”

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[Pacific Rim] - "midnight in kowloon"

Word count: 4,300 Rating: M

Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Chuck Hansen

Summary:  

Every year on the anniversary of the closing of the Breach, Hong Kong holds the Victory Festival in the repopulated boneslums. People the world over fly in to celebrate and participate in the Kissing Masquerade.

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[Pac.Rim] - "and I'm a goddamn coward, but again so are you"

Word count: 4,300

Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Chuck Hansen

  Summary:  

It wasn't the first time he'd done it.  Packed a bag.

He'd just never let it stay packed this long.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard McCoy Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary:

“Hold still, Jim, or I’ll leave the damn thing off. See how well those recruiting holos go-over when you’ve only got the one ear.”

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Captain Swan, space pirates

(part of this au.)

“Your ship or mine?” asked Killian, and if Emma senses a baser intent in the casual question then she’s not too far from the mark, for he’s a good enough sport to know when he’s been bested, but man enough to appreciate the movement of curve and muscle beneath that slick suit of hers.

Even with blood still gushing from his broken nose, painting a monstrous visage of his lower face, he sidled up to her frown, to the sweet intoxication of her lowered weapon and its implication – them, together; the Titan’s Eye within his grasp, and—

He wanted to kiss that scowl from her mouth, to swallow up the salt-taste of her grimness and restraint, to be taken by her in the starry twilight of space – all that stubbornness and fire spilling between their spreading hands; but—for now, he only smiles and holds out his hand.

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Captain Swan, steampunk

The night after a raid is the sweetest, but while his crew celebrates to drunken excess in the barracks bellow, Captain Hook takes to the upper deck, striding alone as he removes the plasma cannon from the gears of his wrist, replacing the empty space of his left hand with his customary hook.

The winds are rough and merciless on the deck of the Roger, but the airship has always dared the higher clouds (the better to go undetected by the Watchers below), and it bothers him little, but rather cools the rum-heated flush from his cheeks for he too has enjoyed more than a manageable amount of drink.

Perhaps that’s why it doesn’t register at first – the thin cable embedded below the rail, quavering into the clouds, or the faint, alluring smell of woman – but the blade against his throat he feels well enough, and it’s more than intoxication that causes his eyes to drift to high boots and the thinly-boned corset of gold before meeting the eyes of the woman bold enough to try and steal from a pirate.

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Captain Swan, "Killian is a police detective chasing the elusive Catwoman (Emma)."

He calls her darling and she freezes on the roof, her body lithe and thrumming as he draws his gun level between them – and he doesn’t need to tell her she’s under arrest, but he does and that makes her smile; the bag she drops carelessly and diamonds spill out into the night like tiny, glistening stars.

Her eyes, the blue of stolen sapphires, fall on his (and Killian has to remind himself that she’s a criminal at worst and a vigilante at best), but he doesn’t stop her when she slides in close, the muzzle of his gun pressed to the notch in her sternum – doesn’t stop her when she curls those long, gloved fingers around his (around the gun) and guides it slowly, slowly down her body and away.

Red lips quirk – and then they’re on his, pressing hot and slick and too, too briefly, and she laughs the words into his mouth (“You couldn’t catch me if you tried”), bites the underside of his jaw to hear him hiss and then she’s gone – a curve of black arcing backwards off the rooftop, and away from Killian, his mouth smeared red.

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Captain Swan, "Emma is Seer, Killian goes to her in search of his true love. He finds her."

It was bloody rubbish as far as he was concerned, this whole bit about a woman who could see the future, holed up in the deep forest beyond the Evil Queen’s castle; the bird was daft to live there, but then again – he’d risked more to find her, so what did that make him?

Yet there was something heavy in the air of her tent though her hands were soft and light as water where they touched his own, the side of his jaw, the space over his heart – and if he stammered the question, gruff and shadowed want, then the press of coin into her palm was hard and sharp.

She gasped – the lashes of her hands shuddering shut, the coin hitting the ground – and her breath fogged his secret name, bleeding new eyes into her face the color of forget-me-nots, so blue they could only mean forever.

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Captain Swan, stuck in an elevator

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emma groaned, running her hand over her face and completely (forcefully) ignoring the pirate shifting quietly behind her in the now stuck elevator.

Even as she prayed some miracle would arrive and magically pull them back into motion, Hook’s chuckle came low and she stiffened as he stepped closer, the weight of his presence spreading across her back – a sharp contrast to what came next: the barest touch of fingers, a line traced to the smooth curve of her neck.

The light distorted their reflections in the shined metal – a pale line before a blur of dark – and she saw rather than felt her own shiver, Hook’s mouth at her ear: “I’m sure we can find some way to...pass the time.”

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Sorry to be such a failure lately, loves (the trials of graduate work!) - but hopefully I can crank a few of these out.  

Drop anything in my ask; one of my fandoms is best, but you can give me something random if you like..but expect some crazed wikipedia antics.

Reply or ask.

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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[AGGRESSIVELY USES 'PAGE BREAKS' TO AVOID CERTAIN SCENES]

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painted-wishes replied to your post: Hello, nonny! ♥ Goodness, it’s been ages since the...

No worries your work is worth the wait. I’m finishing my graduate degree so I get it. and time will give me the chance to reread it! Best of luck on your work! :)

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Hello, nonny! ♥

Goodness, it's been ages since the word-dump that was Whiskey 3, hasn't it?  As some of my closest starshines might now - I've been madly busy in graduate school these past few months.  I have small bubbles of time, but none long enough to really dig into something.

Which is why I can (sort of) roll out prompt responses, like the Saturday Themes and Tue-AUs-Days -- but why you haven't seen much on Whiskey 4 yet.  I want to give it all my time and love, not some throwaway words.  ESPECIALLY since it's a massively important chapter (and the one I've been wanting to write since before Whiskey even became more than a one-shot)!

That being said...I'm on Spring Break for the next 9 days.

So.

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To everyone - I just love you. You're the best people.