Prompt Responses
I asked for people to give me some prompts for Jossverse (or whatever, though they all chose at least something Jossverse-based) on my LJ so I thought I'd post some of them here. I'm not done with all of them, but I've done a fair few, and I'll keep doing them sporadically. They're mostly ficlets, couple hundred words each.
For walknoline: Lilah/Lindsey, prompt = sex
It was surprising how few people were willing to volunteer for the ritual. Lilah had agreed to coordinate the event easily enough, but it was turning out to be harder than she would have expected.
Lindsey had been roped in, too. It was a pretty important deal. The client involved needed that special kind of power that only came from certain rituals; the sexual one was mearly the easiest. And, Lilah had assumed, the most enticing for the participants.
But apparently the thought of fucking under the glare of thirteen candles and a red-eyed, loose-skinned demon wasn't that attractive to most couples. The ritual was scheduled for an hour's time and they still had found no one.
In Lilah's office they talked, working their way around it. They talked and they made far too many phone calls but even now, even with all this fuss, Lilah felt the touch of his stare upon her. He wanted to say something. Impatiently, she sighed that heavy sigh that just stank of trouble. They failed this, their jobs and lives were on the line. And Lindsey wanted to talk.
Only what he said was more interesting than she had expected. "Worse comes to worse, we could do it," he said, cocky as ever, giving her a grin.
Lilah smirked.
For bitter_crimson: Simon/everyone - crack!fic, sex pollen
It was bizarre.
Simon was simply sitting, waiting for his sister to finish picking the bright red flowers scattered around the bay beside which they had landed. The sun was warm through his clothes.
He had only just considered slipping off the shirt he was wearing to cool off a little when he felt slender hands smooth over the warmed fabric, plucking quickly at the buttons. He jumped and turned his head. He regretted the move. He found his lips far too close to another pair, plump and full and parted.
"Inara?" he said. She ignored the shock in his tone.
Crazy, thought Simon. She's gone crazy. He tried to struggle away from her but strong, muscular arms held him in place, half-seated on the awkward floor. "River. River?" he called automatically. First sign of trouble, call for River. She just laughed, though, and he saw with some disturbance that she was sat cross-legged with her eyes fixed on the sight.
It took a moment to recover from the shock of having his crazy sister sit there and stare at him whilst a clever pair of hands traced little intricate patterns across his chest but the moment he had, he squirmed again. Jayne - because that identity was clear enough with the muscles and the grunt - pressed himself against him and looped his arms tightly against Simon's. He couldn't move, now, and he couldn't even be surprised when Wash and Zoë sidled up to the strange group.
"Get off me!" he said, mostly at Jayne. His voice flared with anger born of confusion. "Let me go. What are you doing?"
"You really want us to let you go?" Wash asked, though it was so lust-low it was practically a purr. Simon nodded but Wash shook his head, keeping a hold of his wife's hand as he knelt down in front of him, his firm hand pressing against the bulge in his trousers. Simon gasped. "Because something tells us otherwise."
Inara's fingers ghosted over peaking nipples. Jayne's mouth brushed roughly, wetly over his neck with his tongue tracing over the curve of his ear. Zoë did nothing but watch as her husband rolled the heel of his hand over the tent in his pants.
And still River stared. "Sex pollen," she said as she crept closer. "Simple concept, though I fail to see why such a plant has evolved in such a barren place. Irrelevant. Your protests are irrelevant. Illogical."
"Shut your gorram mouth," growled Jayne, just at the right point on Simon's neck so the Doctor just groaned weakly instead of protecting his sister. Sex pollen? He'd heard of it, but he was sure it was a-
His thoughts tripped over themselves as he felt the shock of hand on far too sensitive skin. He didn't even try to protest as he felt Wash's hand stroke him tightly while Zoe's hand dipped lower, slender wrist brushing his still-covered thigh. Jayne wasn't holding him, anymore. He'd moved. A rough hand pressed against his chin and turned his face enough that Simon could be shocked by the sight. Mal. He'd expected Jayne.
And as the Captain's lips pressed hungrily against his, he decided that he loved this planet.
For _archaicangel_: Lilah/Warren.
Typical. He'd just been minding his own business, happily going insane with the power, when everything had gone wrong. He didn't care that he'd shot Buffy. That was kind of the point.
He really wished he'd missed Willow's chick, though.
Too late for that kind of thought anyway, considering the fact he was standing disembodied beside a disgusting ex-Warren pile of muscles hung between the trees. He wondered briefly how it all stayed together without his skin before he was turning away, shocked to find a woman staring at him.
"What?" he snapped, not expecting her to hear him. He was a ghost, right? Why would someone be able to see him? When she started stepping closer, though, he got a little bit of hope. Maybe he wasn't dead. Maybe this was some kind of magical accident. "You can see me?"
"Warren?" she said in reply. She was hot. She stood far too close and he was instantly awkward. "Yeah, I can see you."
She raised a hand. He didn't feel the touch, really; he had no matter to make contact with. But there was a warm tingle wherever her hand brushed over and just through his form. He was lost. "What... who are you?"
"I'm Lilah Morgan," she replied. She leant closer and spoke with her gold-plated voice. "I represent a demon law firm. Wolfram and Hart."
"Yeah. Heard of it. What's that got to do with me?"
"I've seen the chaos you're capable of, here," she said. She paused and smirked. "How would you like a job?"
For woodsong1978: Inara/Saffron, prompt 'You did what?!'
"You did what?"
"I locked us in my room," replied Inara. She spoke quickly, holding up her hand as Saffron - or whatever her name was now - attempted to interrupt. "Simple, really. I can't get out, but neither can you. You can't hurt him."
"I can hurt you."
Inara laughed. "I'd like to see you try," she said. She took a step back when the redhead seemed ready to attack. "Okay. I wouldn't like to see you try, because that would be messy and uncomfortable for the both of us. You're stuck here, I'm stuck here. Can't we be civil?"
Which was how, an hour and two cups of tea later, Inara wasn't all that surprised to find Saffron hitting on her. Subtle at first, but she became placid when Inara showed no signs of noticing. The Companion just let it happen with a slight smile on her face until Saffron was leaning close, whispering some nonsense story against her lips.
They kissed. She tasted the poison the moment they touched, but from the look in Saffron's eye, so did she. As if Inara would be unprepared.
And thought she passed out too, it was worth it for the look on Saffron's face.
Also for woodsong1978: Simon/Mal/Jayne, prompt 'entertainment'
It was one of those delicious, rare days off planetside where it didn't matter what they did. They weren't confined to Serenity's lapsing entertainment, nor were they treated to the prospect of gunfire. It was just a normal day and Mal, Jayne and Simon were making the most of it.
Or they were trying, at least.
"I say we should sightsee," argued Simon from the room they had booked for themselves. "It's a nice day. It would be good to be out. It's quite a nice planet, for this far out."
"Sightseein'. Borin'," replied Mal. "We gonna be out, we may as well go down the river or somewhere we can enjoy ourselves without crowds of people."
"And when we run out of things to do, you'll get annoyed and end up walking the town anyway," pointed out Simon. "It always happens."
"Fine. Then let's go to a bar at least," he said. "Social, enjoyable. What's gotta be wrong with that?"
"Until Jayne gets drunk and brings a random stranger home, of course," said Simon. That made him frown. The mention of the Merc brought to the mind the fact he was usually overly vocal in situations like this, yet they hadn't heard a word from him since they started arguing.
Simon turned. His jaw dropped almost comically and Mal had to follow his gaze just a second later. He was greeted to the sight of a very naked Jayne watching them both, lounging easily and seductively on the bed. There was a moment of contemplative silence before Mal managed to make his voice work again. "Or. Or, we could do that."
Simon was already stripping.
More to come. I'm of the opinion my flist is just nuts...
For walknoline: Lilah/Lindsey, prompt = sex
It was surprising how few people were willing to volunteer for the ritual. Lilah had agreed to coordinate the event easily enough, but it was turning out to be harder than she would have expected.
Lindsey had been roped in, too. It was a pretty important deal. The client involved needed that special kind of power that only came from certain rituals; the sexual one was mearly the easiest. And, Lilah had assumed, the most enticing for the participants.
But apparently the thought of fucking under the glare of thirteen candles and a red-eyed, loose-skinned demon wasn't that attractive to most couples. The ritual was scheduled for an hour's time and they still had found no one.
In Lilah's office they talked, working their way around it. They talked and they made far too many phone calls but even now, even with all this fuss, Lilah felt the touch of his stare upon her. He wanted to say something. Impatiently, she sighed that heavy sigh that just stank of trouble. They failed this, their jobs and lives were on the line. And Lindsey wanted to talk.
Only what he said was more interesting than she had expected. "Worse comes to worse, we could do it," he said, cocky as ever, giving her a grin.
Lilah smirked.
For bitter_crimson: Simon/everyone - crack!fic, sex pollen
It was bizarre.
Simon was simply sitting, waiting for his sister to finish picking the bright red flowers scattered around the bay beside which they had landed. The sun was warm through his clothes.
He had only just considered slipping off the shirt he was wearing to cool off a little when he felt slender hands smooth over the warmed fabric, plucking quickly at the buttons. He jumped and turned his head. He regretted the move. He found his lips far too close to another pair, plump and full and parted.
"Inara?" he said. She ignored the shock in his tone.
Crazy, thought Simon. She's gone crazy. He tried to struggle away from her but strong, muscular arms held him in place, half-seated on the awkward floor. "River. River?" he called automatically. First sign of trouble, call for River. She just laughed, though, and he saw with some disturbance that she was sat cross-legged with her eyes fixed on the sight.
It took a moment to recover from the shock of having his crazy sister sit there and stare at him whilst a clever pair of hands traced little intricate patterns across his chest but the moment he had, he squirmed again. Jayne - because that identity was clear enough with the muscles and the grunt - pressed himself against him and looped his arms tightly against Simon's. He couldn't move, now, and he couldn't even be surprised when Wash and Zoë sidled up to the strange group.
"Get off me!" he said, mostly at Jayne. His voice flared with anger born of confusion. "Let me go. What are you doing?"
"You really want us to let you go?" Wash asked, though it was so lust-low it was practically a purr. Simon nodded but Wash shook his head, keeping a hold of his wife's hand as he knelt down in front of him, his firm hand pressing against the bulge in his trousers. Simon gasped. "Because something tells us otherwise."
Inara's fingers ghosted over peaking nipples. Jayne's mouth brushed roughly, wetly over his neck with his tongue tracing over the curve of his ear. Zoë did nothing but watch as her husband rolled the heel of his hand over the tent in his pants.
And still River stared. "Sex pollen," she said as she crept closer. "Simple concept, though I fail to see why such a plant has evolved in such a barren place. Irrelevant. Your protests are irrelevant. Illogical."
"Shut your gorram mouth," growled Jayne, just at the right point on Simon's neck so the Doctor just groaned weakly instead of protecting his sister. Sex pollen? He'd heard of it, but he was sure it was a-
His thoughts tripped over themselves as he felt the shock of hand on far too sensitive skin. He didn't even try to protest as he felt Wash's hand stroke him tightly while Zoe's hand dipped lower, slender wrist brushing his still-covered thigh. Jayne wasn't holding him, anymore. He'd moved. A rough hand pressed against his chin and turned his face enough that Simon could be shocked by the sight. Mal. He'd expected Jayne.
And as the Captain's lips pressed hungrily against his, he decided that he loved this planet.
For _archaicangel_: Lilah/Warren.
Typical. He'd just been minding his own business, happily going insane with the power, when everything had gone wrong. He didn't care that he'd shot Buffy. That was kind of the point.
He really wished he'd missed Willow's chick, though.
Too late for that kind of thought anyway, considering the fact he was standing disembodied beside a disgusting ex-Warren pile of muscles hung between the trees. He wondered briefly how it all stayed together without his skin before he was turning away, shocked to find a woman staring at him.
"What?" he snapped, not expecting her to hear him. He was a ghost, right? Why would someone be able to see him? When she started stepping closer, though, he got a little bit of hope. Maybe he wasn't dead. Maybe this was some kind of magical accident. "You can see me?"
"Warren?" she said in reply. She was hot. She stood far too close and he was instantly awkward. "Yeah, I can see you."
She raised a hand. He didn't feel the touch, really; he had no matter to make contact with. But there was a warm tingle wherever her hand brushed over and just through his form. He was lost. "What... who are you?"
"I'm Lilah Morgan," she replied. She leant closer and spoke with her gold-plated voice. "I represent a demon law firm. Wolfram and Hart."
"Yeah. Heard of it. What's that got to do with me?"
"I've seen the chaos you're capable of, here," she said. She paused and smirked. "How would you like a job?"
For woodsong1978: Inara/Saffron, prompt 'You did what?!'
"You did what?"
"I locked us in my room," replied Inara. She spoke quickly, holding up her hand as Saffron - or whatever her name was now - attempted to interrupt. "Simple, really. I can't get out, but neither can you. You can't hurt him."
"I can hurt you."
Inara laughed. "I'd like to see you try," she said. She took a step back when the redhead seemed ready to attack. "Okay. I wouldn't like to see you try, because that would be messy and uncomfortable for the both of us. You're stuck here, I'm stuck here. Can't we be civil?"
Which was how, an hour and two cups of tea later, Inara wasn't all that surprised to find Saffron hitting on her. Subtle at first, but she became placid when Inara showed no signs of noticing. The Companion just let it happen with a slight smile on her face until Saffron was leaning close, whispering some nonsense story against her lips.
They kissed. She tasted the poison the moment they touched, but from the look in Saffron's eye, so did she. As if Inara would be unprepared.
And thought she passed out too, it was worth it for the look on Saffron's face.
Also for woodsong1978: Simon/Mal/Jayne, prompt 'entertainment'
It was one of those delicious, rare days off planetside where it didn't matter what they did. They weren't confined to Serenity's lapsing entertainment, nor were they treated to the prospect of gunfire. It was just a normal day and Mal, Jayne and Simon were making the most of it.
Or they were trying, at least.
"I say we should sightsee," argued Simon from the room they had booked for themselves. "It's a nice day. It would be good to be out. It's quite a nice planet, for this far out."
"Sightseein'. Borin'," replied Mal. "We gonna be out, we may as well go down the river or somewhere we can enjoy ourselves without crowds of people."
"And when we run out of things to do, you'll get annoyed and end up walking the town anyway," pointed out Simon. "It always happens."
"Fine. Then let's go to a bar at least," he said. "Social, enjoyable. What's gotta be wrong with that?"
"Until Jayne gets drunk and brings a random stranger home, of course," said Simon. That made him frown. The mention of the Merc brought to the mind the fact he was usually overly vocal in situations like this, yet they hadn't heard a word from him since they started arguing.
Simon turned. His jaw dropped almost comically and Mal had to follow his gaze just a second later. He was greeted to the sight of a very naked Jayne watching them both, lounging easily and seductively on the bed. There was a moment of contemplative silence before Mal managed to make his voice work again. "Or. Or, we could do that."
Simon was already stripping.
More to come. I'm of the opinion my flist is just nuts...