lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
Title: I’ll Fly Away
Series: Star Trek Reboot
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, Gaila, Jocelyn.
Warnings: AU.
Rating: R
Word Count: 24,785
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] loveflyfree
Summary: Jim Kirk left behind his friends and the man he was supposed to marry when he ran away from that small town in Georgia to see the world. Eight years later, he comes home again.
Notes: Title comes from an Allison Krauss song. Thanks to everyone who listened to me rant on and on about this silly story!

He said there had to be something out there for him, something more than this small town. )
lovely_ambition: (like gods: by likefluffy)
Title: this is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together
Pairing: girl!Eames/Arthur, Mal/Cobb, girl!Eames/Arthur/Mal/Cobb
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own them, wouldn't touch them without sneakiness.
Word Count: 16,158
Summary: The path their lives are meant to take change abruptly twice. It happens first when Eames gets shot and once more when a girl named Ariadne comes into Dom's life.
Notes: Endless furious thanks to [livejournal.com profile] smallacts for being my cheerleader and beta and who makes shine brighter than Eames with money. The title is from an MGMT song.

If I could see that smile every single day, I don’t think I’d ever want for happiness )
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As I have some ideas, some days are already planned. Feel free to leave prompts, though!

HAWAII FIVE-O / KINGS / CASTLE / FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS / INCEPTION / COUGAR TOWN / SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES / KING ARTHUR / HOUSE MD / WHITE COLLAR / PRIDE & PREJUDICE / DOLLHOUSE / FIREFLY / LEVERAGE / HUSTLE / THE WEST WING / TIN MAN / STAR TREK REBOOT OR TOS / BAND OF BROTHERS / LIFE ON MARS / DOCTOR WHO / SARAH JANE ADVENTURES / IMAGINE ME & YOU / THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY / PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN / DEAD LIKE ME / PUSHING DAISIES / ANGEL: THE SERIES / SLINGS & ARROWS / BLACK HAWK DOWN / GOOD OMENS / TRUE BLOOD / BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER / HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER / LORD OF THE RINGS / LOTRIPS / BROKEN HEARTS CLUB / COUPLING UK / DISNEY PRINCESSES / FABLES / X-MOVIE 'VERSE / MEN WITH BROOMS / DEXTER / FUTURAMA / MERLIN / BATTLESTAR GALACTICA / BEING HUMAN (S1) / HOTEL BABYLON / STATE OF PLAY / PSYCH / GOSSIP GIRL / ASHES TO ASHES / MAD MEN / CHUCK / SUPERNATURAL / BONES / COMMUNITY / KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL / WATCHMEN / GREY'S ANATOMY / VERONICA MARS / STARGATE: ATLANTIS / SCRUBS / THE IT CROWD
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
Eames is a bastard, Ariel decides exactly three seconds into seeing her again. Not only is she a bastard, but every other name in the book .The last time they worked together…well, Ariel doesn’t want to talk about it. Eames is delighting in perusing long fingers over the cut of Ariel’s waistcoat, sliding them up and down the fabric until slipping under to explore without permission. “Front clasp bra, darling?” Eames murmurs against her ear.

Dom is trying to explain the mission to the new boy – who really is a boy, and Aeson can’t stop staring at Dom like their fearless leader is hiding a secret. Ariel has to wonder whether Mal has started to come back to her dreams, haunting her in the same black suit he’s always in.

“We’re working,” Ariel says stubbornly, crossing her arms to dislodge Eames’ fingers. She gets a warm honey-coated laugh in return and if anything is unfair, it’s the fact that Eames has got that liquid voice that coats Ariel from head to toe and reminds her of sex and warm tongues between thighs and curious fingers in hot hotel rooms in Kenya with nothing on. She adjusts her three piece suit mildly and when Dom glances over, Ariel cants her head to indicate they should continue.

When the meeting is dismissed, Ariel takes up the plans and turns to begin adding in layers, just in case, and finds Eames half-sprawled over the rendering table that she’d been planning to use.

Eames, on the last mission, had taken on a man’s form. Bulky, strong, and had pinned Ariel down against a wall and fingered her until she came, kissing her all the while, insisting that it’s in the name of ‘relaxation’.

Ariel maintains the bastard part.

Right now, Ariel hates that one look at Eames is threatening to undo her. Eames’ pocket-watch is dangling from her pinstriped pants and the suspenders she’s wearing are pushed to the side by her chest, white tank-top becoming too threadbare to be worn in decent company and shades of a orange bra peeking out from beneath. If Ariel’s not mistaken, that used to be her tank top, which explains why it’s just ever so slightly too small.

“Do you mind?” Ariel gets out tersely, her jaw set tightly.

“Everyone’s gone, darling,” Eames purrs, sliding her manicured hand over the table and catching up the drawings. “And I was hoping to persuade you to a very fine hotel room. I haven’t eaten yet, today,” she says, her gaze never leaving Ariel’s. “Does that interest you? Or would you prefer some more specificity to our plans?”

“Fuck you,” Ariel breathes out, her cheeks a slight pink as Eames begins to run a loafer-clad shoe up the inseam of her thigh.

“That,” Eames says, all glorious lush lips, piercing blue eyes, and endless waves of perfect hair, “was the plan.”

No matter how much Ariel may scream later, no matter how much she begs, and even if she babbles out a muted phrase of affection, Eames is still a bastard through and through. But she’s Ariel’s bastard.
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
She’s several feet taller than she used to be and yet when she reaches out to grab her hair like he’s still in wolf-form, he can’t help the whimpered yowl that escapes him before he cranes his neck back to glare at her. It still takes him slightly by surprise to see her as she is, a vast array of skin and eyes that bear into him and fiery-red hair that is so easy to card his fingers through.

“Stop it,” Link demands when she tugs again.

She giggles, that condescending and infuriating little sound of hers. And then instead of tugging again, she clasps on lightly and leans in to kiss him softly, with such familiarity that sometimes he forgets how much time they spent together.

“You may not be my pup anymore,” she murmurs against his ear, her voice low and sultry in a way that he’s still not used to, “but I can still tell you what to do and get away with it.”

And it’s a shame that Link knows she’s got that dead right.
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The cold and dingy streets of Haguenau were beginning to blur together and take on a lifeless aura that had Winters beginning to wonder if Nix’s Vat 69 was a way to add color to an otherwise dreary existence. They were meeting for strategy, but as with all their meetings, it was always a little bit of strategy and a lot of just sitting around discussing their days and the men while Nixon drank and Winters watched him.

“You will not believe what I just came from seeing,” Nixon was espousing with a disbelieving scoff. “I thought everyone was out of the barracks for drills.”

Winters glanced up from pouring Nixon his glass of alcohol. “…and?”

“The Doc was in there tending to Babe.”

“That sounds fairly normal,” Winters admitted.

“Trust me, the tending that the Doc was doing definitely wasn’t medicinal.”

Ah. And there it was. Winters raised a brow and offered the glass outward as he mentally catalogued past interactions that he had been witness to – brushed touches, abnormally long looks, an inseparability. It could just be incredible friendship. Or it could be something else. He’d have to keep an eye out for anything out of the usual, but for the moment, he was more concerned with this brief spate of personal time he could have with Nix.

“Well, boys will be boys,” was Winters’ calm response.

“Yeah,” Nixon agreed with a laugh. “And men will be men.”
lovely_ambition: (sam/josh: by sarken)
All men must come to their hour of death. For some men, they come to this stroke of the clock more than once in their life. Jack Sparrow pries one eye open to take a peek and looks straight up into the almost-angelic and far-too-pleased face of Commodore Norrington, out of his constant uniform.

“Oh, bugger it all, I’m in hell, aren’t I?” Jack complains sharply.

“They haven’t really given me a name for this place,” Norrington admits, extending a hand out to Jack. “Come on, then. I’m supposed to take you around.”

And that, that right there, is a bloody laughing fit. Jack raises a brow and listens to the echoing sound of silence all about them. The charms in his hair still jangle, his sword still makes a clanking noise as he moves, and the fabric of well-worn clothes shuffles along with him. Norrington is all in white and looks rather serene.

“…oh no. No, no, no…”

“Yes, Captain Sparrow,” Norrington announces with great delight and smug pride. “I’m to be your angel.” His hand is still extended out and Jack takes it and holds hard. “You won’t be seeing the back of me anytime soon.”

Which, Jack supposes, is a shame. Of all things, the Commodore had always possessed a lovely arse.
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
Sometimes, she can’t exactly believe that she has given in to this man. God help her, she’s not sure how she’s managed ten years of it. Of course there had to come a time when they weren’t partners anymore, but she never expected to bring her work home to him. It’s not that she minds it. Martha grows on you and Alexis is incredible, but it’s just…sometimes she wants to throttle herself.

He slides into the chair opposite her, giving a low whistle. “Well, well, look at that, you have legs! I was starting to think you were going to hide them in formless pants forever.”

“Hello, Rick, good to see you too,” she deadpans. “Happy anniversary, you look wonderful.”

His smirk turns into a genuine smile and he leans over the table to press a kiss to her cheek. “You do look amazing,” he says. “Alexis sends her regards. She says that you’re clearly still under my thrall, but that she’s glad you are. She’s doing well,” Rick promises, folding his napkin in his lap, glancing between her and the napkin and giving her the opportunity to look him over.

She reaches over the table, fingertips rifling the grey hair around his temple before she settles back in her seat, tapping the menu. “Well, I wouldn’t want to break her heart by breaking up with you.”

“No. And there is the fact that we’ve been together for six years,” Rick adds chipperly.

“And sometimes, I have no idea why,” Kate notes with a shake of her head.
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
The day that life and death convene to open a new door all-together to Daisy Adair comes later than she might have liked. She’s forgotten what it’s like to be a human, she’s almost forgotten how to relate to mortals. It’s all endless to her. She goes on, she feels no pain, she exists to take souls (like a monster from under the bed).

And then one day, the lights are for her.

She stares into the brightness and the misshapen shapes that are supposed to coalesce to form something, anything…but nothing comes. They simply swirl and beam and blind her intensely, as if she isn’t due an explanation.

“Is this it?” she asks against the howling winds, covering her eyes against the pureness of the white.

She isn’t given an answer. It figures that after all this time, there’s no answer for why anything. It just is.

So Daisy Adair puts on a brave face and not knowing what the world after holds for her, she steps forward into the light and for a moment that she fears is only fleeting, she feels surrounded and embraced with a powerful, overwhelming sense of love.

It’s all it takes to make her feel like she’s home.
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
Hours Later

The bedsheets are completely a wreck and Sean is sore in places that he hasn’t felt as sore in a long, long time. He winces as he pries off the comforter and sits up for long enough to realize that he doesn’t have a clue in hell why he’s sitting up, collapsing back down on the bed, arm smacking a naked torso.

“Hey, watch it,” Ash warns, still looking younger than necessarily healthy. As much as Sean is enjoying this brief little foray into the mad and macabre, he has to admit that he’ll be glad when they find a cure.

Sean groans and pushes at sore thigh muscles with the palm of his hand. “You broke me,” he accuses.

“We could have just kept on playing cards, you know, no one said that we had to screw like bunnies on atomic meth,” Ash drawls, that mouth of his making that strange turn of phrase particularly sinful. Sean just groans again and buries his head in a pillow, not sure if he wants to be so turned on already.

Instead of saying a word, he turns and traps Ash with arms around his waist. “Can we talk about anything else? Something remotely not-sexy.”

“Mickey in a nun’s habit. Emma putting on a sexy show for you. Albert putting on a sexy show…”

“Yeah! Yeah, all right, I get the point,” Sean cuts him off. “I get it, I’ll go back to shutting you up.”

Which, judging by the mischievous smirk on Ash’s face is what was intended all along.

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