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18 February 2007 @ 06:28 pm
Multifandom Drabble Request!!!  
So, just request away.
If you're a regular member you should know which fandoms I can write. If you stumbled here by chance it's very likely that you found me over some of my fandom work.

Anyway... if you're not sure what to request have a look at my bio.

Other than that... request away. I'll tell you if you if I can't write what you want to be written...
Xandria - So you disappear
( Have you seen my meds? )
Empress Ena: John n Radekseverusslave on February 18th, 2007 06:51 pm (UTC)
Sumfink Radek/John. :D Future fic.
the oncoming whirlwind: sga: sheppard - princescap3goat on February 18th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
I'm so not up to date with SGA but I'll try...

It was late at night but John still couldn't sleep. So much had happened in the last few days. The Wraith, the Ori, the Melchran...
Especially they were attacking more often now. Large spider-like creatures for who humanoids were a sort of delicacy.
John was tired. Maybe he was just becoming old. He turned around again and sighed silently.
"What's wrong, muj mily?" came the tired question from the other side of the bed.
"Nothing. I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."
After all those years together John knew that they couldn't help sensing when the other one was troubled. He didn't believe in telepathy or empathy, but he didn't believe in Dracula either. But the Wraith were quite close.
"It's okay," whispered John and carefully touched Radek's cheek. "I'm just worried. I guess I should get my mind off work somehow."
A grin spread over Radek's lips. "I think I know what to do then."
Jack smiled and then kissed his lover.
Empress Ena: Radek Zelenka Fingerporn in Blueseverusslave on February 18th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
Pff, as if I were...

Aawwww. :D Thank you! :*
Kat: ukumaiukumai on February 19th, 2007 02:11 am (UTC)
Stargate Atlantis

Have fun *g*
the oncoming whirlwind: sga: beckett - lost mindscap3goat on February 21st, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
Ich hoffe, du freust dich über ein bisschen emotionale Qualen. Das ist das einzige, was mir zu dem Pairing einfällt.

Elizabeth schloss ihre Augen und atmete tief ein. Die Tränen auf ihren Wangen waren schon längst vom Wind getrocknet worden und die Haut unter dem salzigen Film spannte unangenehm. Ein metalischer Geschmack in ihrem Mund machte es für sie fast unmöglich zu schlucken. Sie assoziierte diesen Geschmack eigentlich mit Blut - vielleicht hatte sie aber auch so lange Tränen vergossen und geschluchzt, dass ihr Mund- und Rachenraum tatsächlich wund davon geworden war.
Etwas in ihr kann immer noch nicht daran glauben, dass es zu spät ist. Sie will nicht glauben, dass es passiert ist. Etwas will nicht wahr haben, was so deutlich vor ihr liegt, das jeder es eigentlich verstehen müsste.

Etwas weigert sich an die Authentizität des Grabes zu glauben und würde den Schriftzug darauf am liebsten Ausradieren. Doch es steht dort, buchstäblich in Stein gemeißelt.

Carson Beckett

Ri taobh nan sruthan coimheach
Shuidh mi agus ghuil mi

Beside the alien streams
I sat down and wept

Arzt ~ Kollege ~ Freund
Möge seine Seele Frieden finden
Kat: ukumaiukumai on February 21st, 2007 11:41 am (UTC)
Waiii *flausch* Daaaanke *knuddel*

Hehe, genau deshalb wollte ich Beckett/Weir haben :D Du schreibst es einfach toll :D
the oncoming whirlwind: faust: mephisto - tehescap3goat on February 21st, 2007 12:50 pm (UTC)
Ich danke dir. ^^
Endlich hab ich mal wieder ne psycho-fic phase und ich glaube sie ist gut. *bwahahahhaha* Ich bin gut!
Wenn ich noch besser wäre, hätte ich wohl nen manischen Anfall. XD
planetkiller: kiss of lifeplanetkiller on February 19th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
Barty/Captain Jack! or if you want really cracktastic Barty/Ten.
the oncoming whirlwind: cs: casanova - oh yes!scap3goat on February 19th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)
This is based on the film in since they don't tell us that Barty recieved the Dementor's kiss. *tehehehehehe*
Actually they don't tell us anything about his fate.
Well, have a seat and listen to the fate of film!Crouch.

It'd been on the transport to Azkaban that he had been set free. He, Bartemius Crouch Junior, had been set free by a stranger. Accidentally.
A man who looked like he could have been his brother (if it hadn't been for his lack of magical powers), a extraoridinarilly average blonde girl (she reminded him of the Malfoys - bloody traitors! Hah! Bloody traitors - blood traitors. What a pun!) and a quite handsome bloke with brown hair and blue eyes.
Back to the story. They had crossed the path of the transport. He'd been transported in a dirty old - but strongly warded - carriage. On the ground! But Barty had to admit that travelling on the ground often was more likely to keep one off the radar of the Dark Lord than any spell was.
The Dementors - the magical
they were - sensed the three muggles and were distracted for a moment. They were hungry and three muggles in the countryside were unlikely to go missing. Even the Dementors knew that.
But the muggles proved to be stronger than the Dementors, killed or chased them away and found Barty in his carriage.
"Brilliant! Bloody fantastic!" the man in the suit had exclaimed when he had pointed something like a wand but *not* a wand (Barty was picky about that) at the carriage. "I haven't seen such a masterwork in centuries! An energetical web all around the carriage. You can't get in, you can't get out."
"Oh, really, fantastic. That means you're gonna leave me in here to starve?" Barty was - despite his mocking tone - quite nervous and his tongue started the flicking-thing again.
"Doctor, we can't do that!" said blondie.
"I have to admit that he surely was locked up for a reason," said the second man and Barty felt his heart sink. "But Rose is right. We can't leave him in there."
The man in the suit seemed to think. "Perhaps I should have said something different. Perhaps I should have said, 'Humans can't get in and humans can't get out'."
With that he pointed his wand-like-but-not-wand-thing at the carriage and the door opened. Barty was amazed but wary. He tested with his hand if the path was clear before he jumped out.
"You could use a bath," was the first thing suit-guy said.
"I've been in there for two days. What'd you expected?" shot Barty back.
Blondie replied, "Maybe you'd like to come with us and... Doctor, can't we take him to the TARDIS and bring him back?"
"Where do you live?" now handsome-guy wanted to know. "And, by the way, my name is Captain Jack Harkness."
"Bartemius Crouch Jr. But most people only call me Barty."
Jack grinned in a sort of suggestive way. "Okay, Barty."
"And I'm Rose," said blondie.
"I might want to stick with *blondie* in my thoughts,"
mused Barty.
Rose gave suit-guy a little shove. "Wha'? Ah... well, I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor, thanks."
Barty straightened himself. "Well, thank you then, Jack, Rose and... Doctor. But I don't think there's anywhere you can take me."
Rose giggled. "Believe me, there isn't anywhere we can't take you. We've got... this ship..."
"My parents are both dead and I don't have any family left."
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and turned around. "Well, if you say so, bye then!"
But Jack interrupted, still grinning like a cat... you know the rest. He laid his arm around Barty's shoulder and gave the Doctor a - puppy eyes look? "I'm sure we can find a place for Barty to stay while he has a nice, hot shower."

the oncoming whirlwind: bp: carlisle - stick 430scap3goat on February 19th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)
The Doctor groaned. "Well, then *come*!" He muttered the whole way until they stood in front of a muggle police call box. Barty had seen them before. Some muggles had thought they could lock him in some of those when he'd been on Death Eather raids.
That had been in towns though. What did something like that do on a hill in the Scottish countryside.
But this box surprised Barty even more. For a moment he wanted to believe that these three were wizards because the box was bigger on the inside. Much bigger.
"Oh, no big deal," said the Doctor and Jack showed Barty where he could have a shower - "...or perhaps you'd like to take a bath?"
Barty couldn't help but grin at himself. If he'd more time he like to "get to know" Jack a little better.

In the end he did have the time because when they came back into the foyer or whatever that room was - Barty was showered and dressed into something more appropriate than Moody's old robes - the Doctor was using a hammer on the console in the centre.
"You managed to get his good looks out again, fine," said the Doctor before crawling on top of the console again. "But it seems like we won't be able to get anywhere soon. TARDIS has got some issues. Looks like she's got a sort of panic attack or something."
Jack grinned and turned to Barty.
"I'd better show you a room where you can sleep tonight then."
As they were walking down the hall Barty replied. "Maybe you can show me where you sleep first."

Not a drabble. I know. More like a novel. But maybe I'll still have a cracktastic Barty/Ten idea, though.
planetkiller: tongue pornplanetkiller on February 20th, 2007 09:18 pm (UTC)
*squee* This calls for the Snoopy Dance. Because it is awesome. Barty in the TARDIS! and Jack hitting on him and the Doctor remarking that he's handsome. Squee!

And novels work well when they have Barty/Jack. *whispers to muse* There's Kitchen Sink Cookies in it for you if you make her think of something.

Also, David Tennant's oral fixation is love! Much love.
the oncoming whirlwind: tos: mcspock - you can betscap3goat on February 20th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
The Doctor's remark is somewhere between a bit of arrogance (of course he noticed that he and Barty look somewhat similar) and a bit of Barty/Ten.
I'm tempted to write Barty/Ten sequel. Or a Barty/Jack/Ten.
Maybe later, after Doomsday Jack will stumble over Barty (for whom it may have been only weeks) and then the Doctor shows up too and they'll have a party in the TARDIS.
Anyway. My muse wants those cookies and if he wants something he usually expects to get it.
the oncoming whirlwind: dw: ten - fuck me!scap3goat on February 20th, 2007 10:46 pm (UTC)
I'm getting obsessive about this... maybe a bit...

Jack looked at the ceiling and sighed. He had woken because he needed to pee. Not very badly, but it'd been nice to give the toilet a flying visit before crawling back in bed. But lanky limbs were all over him, two sets of arms and legs holding him in place.
Jack turned his head to his left and then his right to watch his sleeping lovers' faces for a moment.
It was hard to decide who was who when it was dark. Barty was blond and the Doctor brunette, but the difference wasn't that big.
"Fine, I don't want to wake them, so I'll have to try to fall asleep again."

It was a bit harder than he'd expected because he was watching those two men and he started to think.
Barty had travelled with them for just maybe three weeks now. He was always the perfect gentleman, although sometimes something seemed to just peek out from beneath that face of him.
It was more obvious when they were in bed together. It wasn't only the Doctor's mole that made it possible for keeping him and Barty apart. Something raw showed in Barty's eyes when they had sex. Jagged emotions looking back at Jack whenever he gazed into those brown orbs.
When Barty was nervous sometimes his tongue started darting out at the corner of his mouth as if he was linking a sore spot there. Jack found it extremely sexy - but sometimes it just worried him. He was no expert but the tongue-thing (as he had dubbed it) was a bit too much for a simple displacement activity.
Jack turned his head again and found dark eyes watching him. He watched back before coming to the conclusion that it must be the Doctor. Yes, there were troubled emotions in his gaze but they missed their edges, the unknown of primal fear.
The Doctor came leaned over and whispered "You didn't wake me" in Jack's ear. As if they's need to talk.
Together the managed to un-tangle Jack from the web of limbs and slid a bit away from Barty. They wanted to be careful, he needed his sleep.
"He'll join in if he wakes," whispered the Time Lord and Jack never understood why the man just can't shut up - even in bed, even now. And Jack tries a little harder to render him speechless with those fast little thrusts and slient kisses.

The icon inspired me. And my muse has a very dreamy look on his face now. He's just so easy. *gg*
planetkiller: tardis loveplanetkiller on February 21st, 2007 01:38 am (UTC)
See if this is what happens when you're obsessed, I say "More obsession!" I have lovely visions of Jack being in the middle and I love how you're working in these little details about Barty being a bit...different. (I wish I hadn't deleted the "I'm not evil. I'm morally different" icon.)

*smuggles cookies to muse* There are more where that came from. Is the icon from The Impossible Planet where he hugs Zack? Or am I totally off?
the oncoming whirlwind: gründgens: dorkscap3goat on February 21st, 2007 01:50 am (UTC)
I wish I hadn't deleted the "I'm not evil. I'm morally different" icon.
Ohh! I love that sentence. I guess that's exactly what "my" Barty here would have said about himself.
But while thinking about this sequel I realised that I'd already fucked canon (Lord, I hope my sweetheart will forgive me! oO) with the first story. It's Ten and Rose and Jack?
Let's say this has been AU from the beginning.

Yep, it is. I think so. Because I think he's saying brilliant. But I didn't make it or know the one who made it and got the permission to use it through begging. *gg*
the oncoming whirlwind: dw: ten - imaginationscap3goat on February 23rd, 2007 05:48 pm (UTC)
Jack sat at the kitchen table and chewed on his toast with jam. There was nothing better than roasted bread with butter and strawberry jam. He was the only one in the TARDIS to drink coffee and thus the only one to care that the coffee was crap. Or maybe Ianto was really, really good at making coffee.
"Good morning!" grinned the Doctor as he entered the kitchen. He snatched Jacks toast and sat down at the table, too. "Do we have tea?"
Jack nodded and stood up. "Sure." He poured the Doctor a cup of tea, added the two and a half sugar cubes and the three and one third tea spoons of milk.
It was very domestic and the Doctor let it happen. Jack wondered what had made them change so much?
Jack returned to the table with a cup of tea and a new toast. "Have you seen...?"
They both stared as Barty entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea. He wore somewhat purple suit pants and vest over a white shirt with a dark teal tie. A golden watch chain completed his appearance.
"What?" was his comment as he caught the Doctor and Jack staring. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, yes, I overslept today. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Jack looked down at his plate and the Doctor looked at the ceiling.
"No." "Nope, not really."
Barty took his cup to the table and sat down. "Do we have anything to eat?"
Jack smiled. "I could offer you a toast with strawberry jam."
Barty shook his head and the Doctor snatched the toast in his place. "Thank you, Jack."
"I'll make my own breakfast then," said Barty and stood up. "Want anything? I'll be making eggs'n'bacon."
"Oh, me too!" squealed the Doctor. He was a sucker for fatty, English cuisine. Chips with salt and vinegar, full English breakfast, doughnuts whether jam-filled or the ring-formed...
"I'll stick with my strawberry jam and toast. Thank you," smiled Jack and watched Barty cook breakfast.
They were a really strange trio. But for now they were working well...
planetkiller: doctorplanetkiller on February 26th, 2007 06:11 am (UTC)
Yay! It is being continued! Eventually, you will have a full novel and I can sit back and say, "I'm loved."

Barty's outfit is totally wizard-esque. All he needs is a funny hat. :-) And of course, Ianto makes the best coffee; he's actually a muggle-born wizard sent by the MOM to keep Torchwood undercontrol. :)

Poor Jack...eventually he'll realise that strawberry jam is teh evil and orange marmalade is where it's at. And of course the Doctor eats everything. Because he's crazy like that. Though that makes me wonder: has Ten been seen eating meat? Because I know Sixth and Seventh (and possibly Eighth) were vegetarians. *ponders*

(There is this insane fundie music duo from the '80's on tv right now and my roomie just died laughing. )
the oncoming whirlwind: dw: ten - imaginationscap3goat on February 26th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
Poor Jack...eventually he'll realise that strawberry jam is teh evil and orange marmalade is where it's at.

Strawberry jam is teh love! At least I love it. Although I'd prefer raspberry right now...

Though that makes me wonder: has Ten been seen eating meat?

Dear Lord! I was running around the whole morning muttering "correctemundo" until I realized that it's the key. Hah! We just need to watch "School Reunion" and check what's on the Doctor's tray. *is strange*
Haha! I've got it! If [...THAT's... ] not a sorta viennese schnitzel on his tray... and a bit later most of the stuff on his tray (not the chips, obviously) is gone. *tehehehehe*

I'm such a geek...
noctuabundanoctuabunda on February 21st, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
I want SG-1. With hot dogs!
If that's not angsty enough right now... huh. can you do SGA? With goats? ;p
the oncoming whirlwind: me: casual - to be or not to be...scap3goat on February 22nd, 2007 07:52 am (UTC)
Ich bin eher ein Old-skool SG-1ler.

"Es waren keine Hot Dogs."
Daniel runzelte die Stirn. "Es war ein Würstchen in einer Art Brötchen. Das ist ein Hot Dog."
"Es war kein Hot Dog", gab O'Neill toternst zurück. "Man kann viele Würstchen in viele Brötchen tun und es würden dabei keine Hot Dogs rauskommen!"
Der Archäologe verstand nicht, warum sich O'Neill so aufregte. Oder eher schmollte. Wobei er das O'Neill natürlich nicht ins Gesicht gesagt hätte. Colonel Jack O'Neill schmollte schließlich nicht. Er war Colonel.
"Die Sache ist, die", brach es schließlich doch aus dem Colonel heraus, "dass man Hot Dogs zu Picknicks isst, im Park, bei Sportveranstaltungen! Und nicht bei diplomatischen Banquets."
Das war also des Pudels Kern... "Alles nur wegen der Konotation", wisperte Daniel Sam zu und beide grinsten. Teal'c hob nur verwundert eine Augenbraue.
noctuabundanoctuabunda on February 22nd, 2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Oooh! *loves*

Ich hab aufgehört, SG-1 zu schauen, als Jack weg war. Wofür ist es dann noch gut..? Daniel mit irgendwem anders zu sehen bricht mir das Herz. Also hab ich's gelassen.

Aber das hier... genau richtig! Guter alter Jack. *knuddelt*