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[anythingbutgrey]

The Doomed Ship Comment Ficathon

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[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Robin/Barney, spoiler alert: the robot falls in love.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Anne of Green Gables verse, Walter/Uma, looking glass

[marie-j-granger.livejournal.com]

OMG, love you for this. Walter's death killed me in so many ways, but especially for Una's sake.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Last of the Mohicans movie verse, Alice/Uncas, lose my breath

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

The Red Tent, Leah/Rachel, slipping through my fingers

[weber_dubois22]

Resident Evil, Alice/Rain, 'What's dead should stay dead'

[azure-rhymes.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, cigarettes and chocolate milk.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Rachel/Tobias, Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell may bar the way

Rachel likes plans. Except when they fail miserably.

[eiremauve.livejournal.com]

You know those days when everything seems to go wrong? When nothing not only doesn’t go according to plan, but in such a way that there’s no way to alter the plan and still basically achieve your goals? My friends and I had one of those days.

It started off as a perfectly normal mission. A whole bunch of people from the Yeerk Peace Movement (seems like an oxymoron, huh? But Cassie swears they’re the real deal and they do seen to want this war to end). So of course we have to rescue them.

The plan was to sneak in as saw scaled vipers, because they were tiny, poisonous and happened to match the décor, bite the jailers, have Ax demorph and let them out and we all go away happy.

Except they weren’t where we were expecting. In fact, it turned out that they had already been shipped to another area. And instead of random mooks, we had to escape Visser 3. Again.

And so Tobias and I found ourselves walking along to my place.

“I hate missions where all we do is get creamed.” I grumbled to Tobias. “I mean if we had actually done something, like kill that Visser jerk, I would have been thrilled. Somebody has to do, or eventually he’s going to kill one of us.” I put my left arm around his waist. He’s a decent fighter; he even has a killer instinct like me if he follows the instincts of a red-tailed hawk. But I still feel protective. I may have no sense of self-preservation, but I do have a sense of Tobias-preservation.

Tobias gave me his patented sweet, sad smile.

“He is kind of hard to kill.” Tobias said.

“Whatever. I’ll figure out how to take him. I’ll commander a space ship and go around to find a morph that can beat a what looks suspiciously like a giant three-headed dog.” I said.

“You could ask Ax.” Tobias suggested.

“Yeah! He could probably figure out how to build one, if we stole the right materials. And so next time, we will totally kick the Visser’s ass.” I said with satisfaction, giving Tobias a hug.

Then Tobias gave me a light kiss on my cheek, and I gave him one on his lips.

“Let’s go fly around.” I said, looking up at the moon. “My mom won’t notice if I get home before sunrise.”

“Sure.” Said Tobias, demorphing into a red-tail hawk. I morphed into bald eagle, thinking that I should really get an owl morph for nighttime flying. They made Tobias nervous, though, and so not useful for flying together.

"I can’t believe that those snakes actually matched the floor of the building, though." said Tobias in thought-speak.

"Secretly, Yeerks are big fans of saw scaled snakes and pattern their buildings after them." I replied.

Then together Tobias and I soared into the sky.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Tara, traditions

[samsom.livejournal.com]

They will have traditions. It will be eggs on Sunday mornings and dvds on Saturday nights and Tuesdays saving the world.

And they'll hold hands on the beach as the wrinkles go from hands to eyes, and when Giles can't quite make it to their cozy little corner of paradise, they'll go see him twice a year in his Devonshire cottage.

Witchy Woman will be the song they dance to in the dark quiet of their bedroom, even though Willow groaned at the cliche the first time it played during their fifth anniversary party, with Xander grinning at the spin table.

And Tara will make her pancakes star-shaped during the summer, when Dawn comes home to visit.

And they'll take Spike to Buffy's grave, when winter darkens the afternoon sky, every year until they can't. And then he'll visit their grave, at the top of a little hill that overlooks the ocean.

Willow wants to whisper all this to Tara, but there's no time, because Tara is already gone, in between one beat of Willow's heart, and the next.

And all that's left is the promise of other traditions, carved in blood, written in flesh.

[ticketsonmyself.livejournal.com]

How Do You Want Me?, Ian/Lisa, "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry" (listen (http://hypem.com/track/1120168/Bob+Dylan+-+It+Takes+a+Lot+To+Laugh+It+Takes+a+Train+To+Cry); lyrics here (http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/it-takes-a-lot-to-laugh-it-takes-a-train-to-cry))

[bluesuzanne.livejournal.com]

Four Weddings And A Funeral, Charles/Fiona, Walk on by, walk on through, walk till you run and don't look back... for here I am.

[carla-scribbles.livejournal.com]

THIS YES PLEASE.

[bluesuzanne.livejournal.com]

Four Weddings And A Funeral, Gareth/Matthew, When you are old and grey and full of sleep...

[columbuscrab.livejournal.com]

Firefly; Kaylee/Jayne

I'd rather see you shine for someone else than let you live in the dark.

[columbuscrab.livejournal.com]

Community; Jeff/Annie

You ruined everything
(in the nicest way)

[columbuscrab.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth; Jareth/Sarah

Just a lock of her hair and a jar of her breath
It might work this time, oh yes, oh yes--
Hold your horses, your tremors and glee,
Alright, alright, alright, alright.
She's gonna love me, oh yes she will...

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki, Hakkai (Gonou)/Kanan, "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember."

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Tsubaki, La Dame aux Camélias

[insanitygenius.livejournal.com]

Glee, Jesse/Rachel; I won't forget, can't forget what I did for love

[zarahjoyce.livejournal.com]

BtVS/AtS, Cordelia/Angel, steal a kiss, steal a whisper

[runespoor7.livejournal.com]

DC comics, Dick/Slade, sons and lovers.

[runespoor7.livejournal.com]

DC comics, Bruce/Dick, still feels like the first day of my life.

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Morgana

Tell me what have you sown,
Have you prospered and grown,
Why shouldn't you have your moments of genius?
Just because our alliance broke with no civil words between us?
Oh my beautiful enemy, beautiful,
I send my scorn and ridicule,
You're not innocent,
No, not innocent,
No one's innocent.

[rosegilmore.livejournal.com]

x-men comicverse kitty/colossus
she seems to want him, to move on.
but he cant, because this she is all he has

_{Doomed because Kitty is currently has not enough muscle memory to unphase (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_Pryde#Return).}

[rosegilmore.livejournal.com]

Gilmore Girls Rory/Jess

Its amazing who Rory meets up with after the she accepts the job she made countless pro/con lists about.

_{yeah, i totally did forget which job she chose on the season finale. ;/}

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Castle, Kate Beckett/Tom Demming, rough housing.

Takedown, Beckett/Demming, rough housing

[nonky.livejournal.com]

Demming was amazing. He knew when to come after her and her knew when to back off. He didn't incorporate guy rules to confuse the issue. They were having fun and she appreciated him.

He was a good kind of heavy, sweaty weight on top of her, thick through her workout gear. He grinned when her ankles hooked the back of his calves. He braced them both to make sure their landing was padded by the mats.

He said her name when they were in bed, but it was quick, thoughtless repetition. Demming said her name like it was something she could slip out of as easily as she'd kicked off her shoes. She was still on single word yes or no answers with him; it was safer until she knew his name would be the one that came to her lips even at her most lost.

Demming didn't tease or play much. If he had time and consent, he went for it. When he didn't, he gave her a soft, sweet kiss that missed her horny buttons and sparked an impulse to make him want to stay. Kate didn't want to be a hypocrite, but she wanted him to feel something good enough to tempt him.

She and Demming were of equal rank and didn't report to the same supervisor. Captain would be fine with them dating, Ryan and Esposito had warmed to it. Laney was thrilled and Castle seemed to have zipped his mouth about Demming.

They were leaving hair and fluids all over each other, fingerprints smearing on buttons and zipper pulls. She wondered when she had started thinking of taking a man to bed as a crime scene.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Castle, Kate Beckett/Tom Demming, neck kisses.

Siege Engines that Failed, PG-13, Beckett/Demming

[nonky.livejournal.com]

He got to go to her place a few times before she called everything off, and Tom saw all the Richard Castle stuff. He'd just assumed she liked to read them - it was a safe assumption because she had a lot of books and Castle wasn't a bad writer.

Tom wasn't a good enough guy to call him a good writer, but Castle was at least average.

He had pictures of his partners, too, arms slung around shoulders and giving noogies. He had some pictures of his old partners shirtless and sweaty after sparring or a NYPD league football game. Hell, if he looked around enough, he might find some misplaced t-shirts from every partner he'd worked with. He didn't have photos of himself slow-dancing with them and gazing into one another's eyes.

It wasn't the partnership that bothered him - he was used to partners being more important than lovers, sometimes more important than children and spouses. Non-cops didn't get that cops protected their partner like an extension of their own body and soul; perhaps better than their own body and soul. It was sacred. Kate Beckett, who trusted no one with anything, trusted Richard Castle with her neck. The writer helped her on with her coat and his fingers curled under the collar with an ease that spoke of complete acceptance.

Tom had held her down and nibbled at that neck, he'd cupped his palm over it and held the humidity under her hair, he'd smothered stupid orgasmic howls in that neck. Kate let him touch, but she didn't give it to him like she did to Castle. Demming could touch her neck, but Castle was her partner, so her neck was his own.

But sometimes when she moved her head just so, Demming could feel the softness of her nape tickling so hard along his lip it scrubbed away everything rational.