kittydesade: (fandom - tron)
Title: Tron Lines
Fandom: Tron
Characters: Kevin Flynn/Jordan Canas
Word Count: ~1100
Rating: PG
Summary: Jordan discovered her husband's secret by accident, and by the time she knew it all she could safely say it wasn't like any secret any other husband in the world could have kept.
A/N: Cross-posted to AO3 here.


She saw it first when she was helping him get ready for work... )
kittydesade: (randomity (nopejr))
Title: Deja Vu
Fandom: Push/The A-Team (movie)
Characters: Cassie/Murdock
Word Count: 3,088
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cassie runs into an old acquaintance, literally. And then some. Written because [profile] gusthemoose is a horrible, horrible enabler.



The worst part about this, she decided, was that Watching was a passive power. The most she could do was shoot someone. Nick had helped her figure out a way to use her visions so that she got a few pieces of information from them, pieces that would help her make general decisions but nothing specific, and then winging it the rest of the way so the Watchers wouldn't find her. And they hadn't. It was the Sniffers and one Division snitch who'd sold her out this time.

Cassie had, at least, gotten the language right on the signs behind her. She thought. It was German and French, which meant that she was now tear-assing her way through Vienna trying to get to somewhere safe without making any decisions on where that was and dammit, this shit was hard!

She had to leave a message for Nick so he'd know she was okay at some point. But she had no idea how she was going to do that, so that was all right to think about. Maybe.

She didn't trust, well, okay, she didn't trust most kinds of people with powers, because you never knew who was working for Division and most kinds of powers could hurt you. A Stitch could heal you, yeah, but she could also tear you apart. A Shifter could make you think the ground was solid when it wasn't, and Movers and Bleeders and Pushers.

Yeah. The less said about Pushers, the better.

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kittydesade: (under construction (nopejr))
Title: Bullets Bars and Stone
Fandom: A-Team
Characters: Murdock, Face
Word Count: 2,414
Rating: R
Summary: While the A-Team is detained, Murdock is incarcerated in the psych ward, this time by malicious forces. When the team gets him back, he's not quite the Murdock they knew.
A/N: Written with the movie!verse in mind, but could apply to either. Co-written with [personal profile] kikibug13 who puts a most excellent Face on things. It's her plotbunny anyway, so it's all her fault.

“Hey, wait a minute! Wait, this isn’t my... this isn’t my ward! This is not my ward! I don’t recognize him, I don’t recognize that, I don’t recognize you! You, you, who are you, anyway? You’re not my doctor! I-I-I-I want my doctor. My doctor, you hear me? I want my doctor, right, right now! I want, hey hey hey, what are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that to me! You can’t...”


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kittydesade: (no fear)
Title: Elemental
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Katherine Walters, Christopher Chance
Word Count: 2,078
Rating: PG
Summary: Katherine and Christopher Chance: Their relationship in a four-element theme. Introspective.



For a day that felt like it was going to storm, the water was awfully calm. The wind was cold, but she was bundled up enough that it only bit at her cheeks and knuckles, and the tips of her ears. Katherine sat on the edge of the boat after her friend had gone, running the tips of her fingers through the lapping waves at the edge and remembering the pressure of his lips on hers.

It was easier than remembering how her life had been turned upside down and inside out, how he'd come into her life and handed her a gun and not blinked when she pointed it at him after telling her he'd come there to kill her.

"This is crazy," she mumbled to herself, for the third time in the last twelve hours or so. "This is completely insane."

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kittydesade: (nochnoi dozor)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13

"Is it Alisa?" Which was the first thing on her mind. The Day Watch and the Night Watch, especially in Moscow but she had heard of it happening in other cities as well, were very fond of backstabbing. And plotting. To the point where it was joked that Gesser and Zavulon couldn't follow a straight path if it was a line painted on a road.

But Anton made a thinking noise and then, "No. No, I don't think so. The Day Watch is as interested in stopping these kidnappers as much as we are. But this isn't the only country these kidnappers are working in. Just the first one."

Tiger Cub could feel the headache starting in her forehead and temples. "The first one?"

"Other children are going missing. In the Vancouver area, England, northern Africa. And Moscow."

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kittydesade: (its wednesday dude!)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13



One of the techs in the Day Watch of San Francisco had tripped over something in the Tenderloin. Close enough to home that it was making Chance and his friend nervous, not close enough to anything like a lead to force them to explain to Winston what they were doing. Chance and Winston were playing plain clothes detective and going door to door, apartment to apartment. Alisa was pretending to be a prostitute, which caused Tiger Cub no end of amusement and her Day Watch counterpart no end of grief. The shapeshifter herself was up a pole and poking in a power box, using their old ruse of working for a utility company as an excuse for why she was around.

Chance knew she was there. So did the short assassin, but Winston had no idea. She wondered if they should let him know.

Too late now.

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kittydesade: (nochnoi dozor)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13



Maggie frowned at the red ball of clay as though trying to understand why it wasn't turning into anything other than a red ball of clay. Which wasn't far from the truth, though inverted. It was a red ball of clay, she didn't understand why they thought it would turn into anything else. Things were things. They couldn't be changed or altered unless you did things to them, not stared at them.

"I don't understand..." she looked up and told the man who was staring down at her, but he didn't seem like he was going to repeat the directions. He wasn't even looking at her.

"Fine," she muttered after a second or two of waiting. "Don't help. Buttface."

She was supposed to turn it into something else. She wasn't sure how to do that.

It occurred to her that they had given her a lump of clay.

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kittydesade: (anton is my anti-drug)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13


"You didn't tell your friend about the Night Watch."

She had to raise her voice a little to be heard. The small man had taken them out to an overpass where he said they would be able to meet a contact of his who would know anything about human trafficking, if there was anything to know. Tiger Cub doubted that he would know anything about the trafficking of Others, but at this point any lead would do. The San Francisco team didn't seem to have anyone on their staff who was older than sixty, which possibly had something to do with this being the newer part of a new country.

No, the reason didn't matter, but their combined lack of experience did. For the seventeenth time she wondered what in hell Boris Ignatievich had been thinking, sending her out there, instead of calling on someone with more experience or asking one of the more local watches to take part.

"You didn't tell your friends about our operation."

Tiger Cub shrugged. "They're not my friends." Which was true, though that was as far as she was prepared to go with him. Alisa was Day Watch, and the rest were Americans.

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kittydesade: (annoyed guerrero)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13


It was dark, it was cold, and something was dripping.

Not that it was a cave, like she pretended it was. With her eyes closed she could almost feel the stone walls and the moss of her imagination. But she was on a bunk, a rickety old bunk slapped together with timbers and half-penny nails, in a place that was well put together enough that she figured they weren't going to hurt them or kill them. And she'd been here for a little while, so they had time to, well. Um.

If they were going to, that is. She didn't think they were.

That was all she knew about this place, though. It could have been anywhere. The walls rattled with the sounds of an air conditioner or a heater, and they both sounded the same, so she couldn't tell which it was. And in between the sounds behind the walls were the sounds coming from under the blankets and in the bunks, and under the bunks sometimes. The sounds of other children sniffling, crying.

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kittydesade: (nochnoi dozor)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13


Tiger Cub's eyes flared open for just a second when she woke up, before she made herself relax and feign sleep again. Still, no one was there, or at least she didn't see anyone in the quick glimpse she had of the room. It was cluttered, with dust motes in the air, but many of the surfaces looked clean and often used. She was on some sort of couch, tucked in with a ragged old blanket that smelled like dog.

The dog in question came up and started licking her face a few moments later. It was hard to keep up the ruse of sleep under that assault.

"All right, all right, dog," she laughed, pushing it away and sitting up. Him, she noted, upon more glimpsed inspection. Pushed him away till he jumped up onto the couch with her and looked up expectantly. "All right, you can be petted."

"His name's Carmine," came a voice from over her shoulder, in accented but comprehensible Russian. Tiger Cub spun, disgorging the dog from the couch.

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kittydesade: (hey dude)
Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant [personal profile] kikibug13


"I have a mission for you, my dear."

Tiger Cub leaned her head back in the seat and rolled it from side to side, restless. She hated flying. Semyon was driving her to the airport and consoling her with platitudes and offerings of sing-alongs. It wasn't working.

"Boris Ignatievich can..."

"Tsst." Semyon shushed her. There was a better than even chance that their fearless leader would hear her, especially when he had just summoned her to headquarters. It was a wise thing to do, but it did nothing for her ill temper. And it did nothing for her curiosity and her suspicion regarding this latest mission.

Anatoly was in the computers again. She tugged his belt as she went past, and he yelped.

"What are you working on?"

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kittydesade: (i'm no angel (nopejr))
Title: Icy Hot
Fandom: The Losers (film)/A-Team (film)
Characters: Jenna Jensen/Hannibal Smith
Word Count: 745
Rating: R
Summary: There's a heat wave on. Oh baby. Featuring creative use of ice cubes.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo prompt "Sensation Play"

It was the middle of freaking September, but the heat wave didn't know that. Leslie's mom had volunteered to take the kids at school for a couple hours, which was good, since that was when he chose to stop by.

Jenna Jensen was already dripping sweat down the front of her tank top, fanning herself in the shade. Hot hands on her already hot body was a less than welcome addition, even if they were his hands, until she felt the ice cube skating over her collarbone.

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kittydesade: (fever)
Title: Memorial
Fandom: The Losers
Characters: Aisha, Cougar
Word Count: 714
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Aisha gets a commemorative tattoo; Cougar helps with the aftercare
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo prompt "Tattoos/Tattooing"

She showed Cougar before everyone else for myriad reasons, not all of which were in words in her head. Because he was silent. Because he understood them, somehow, he had always understood the dynamic between them and been able to translate Clay to her, her to Clay. Because he knew how she felt, and she wasn't as sure of Jensen, despite some of the things Jensen understood (to her surprise). Because she was comfortable around his silence and she wasn't sure what words she wanted right now, but better few to no words than a whole lot of potentially wrong ones.

The right ones... no, even though she knew what she wanted she wasn't sure what the right ones would be. Saying that he was back brought with it all kinds of doubts and fears of false hope. Anything else would be less.

It didn't take long, was only minimally painful. Or maybe she was just distracted. The buzz of the needle tool droned into her thoughts and soothed her, if not to the point of unconsciousness. Which was good, because there was no peace in unconsciousness these days. There were only the dreams her subconscious mind brought up to either soothe her or torment her, she wasn't sure which. Dreams where he was alive again. And they were walking, working, something. Together. In bed, together, and then she had to wake up to a bed alone.

The artist wiped off the last of the blood and applied solution, and a bandage, but not before she'd inspected it. It was good.

Later, after careful thought, she went to Cougar for help with the aftercare.

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kittydesade: (Default)
Title: Strip Show
Fandom: The Losers
Characters: Clay/Aisha
Word Count: 850
Rating: R
Summary: Aisha comes home after a mission rather beat up. Clay wants to make sure she's not further injured. No, really.
A/N: Written for the [community profile] kink_bingo prompt "Exposure/Striptease"


"I'm fine."

"Bullshit."

It wasn't an argument yet. It could quickly become one. Aisha had come back from this meeting with one of her contacts on her own power and without escort, clandestine or otherwise, which was better than she'd managed the last time. But she still looked rough. She had a bruise on one cheek with a cut in the middle that was still tacky with blood, and she carried herself like she had other bruises or sprains elsewhere. Clay wasn't happy about that. She hadn't really expected him to be.

But of course she was being stubborn about letting anyone know. She was independent, and fierce in her assertion that she could handle herself despite no longer needing to. Clay sighed. She folded her arms. It'd take time for both of them to get used to each other, as he'd already had hammered into his head once. Thank god for Cougar. She hadn't been up to that kind of talk after the second or third go-round.

"You want me to prove it?" This time, she was taking his concern with good grace. The sway of her hips as she advanced on him said that 'prove it' meant throwing him to the bed and having her way with him. Which was damn appealing.

But he had other things in mind, first. "Sure. Strip."

Her eyebrows shot up. "That an order?"

"Do you need it to be?"

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kittydesade: (girl land)
Title: Goddess Within
Fandom: The Craft
Characters: Nancy/Sarah/Bonnie/Rochelle
Word Count: 500
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Nancy tries to enact the Great Rite with only a limited understanding of how it actually works.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo "Orgy." At some point I'll write an NC-17 version of this, but right now, this is it.

Girl orgy! Ish. )
kittydesade: (bale is pleased to meet you)
Title: Breath of Life
Fandom: Eureka
Characters: Trevor/Charles Grant, OFC
Word Count: 1,150
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After a disappointment, Trevor turns to the last person he can confide in, and finds a release in a form he did not at all expect to be tolerated.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo "Breathplay" Spoilers for Eureka 4x7 Stoned

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kittydesade: (nameless is dubious)
Title: Holding Out For No Heroes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: John Winchester, OCs
Word Count: ~1,500
Rating: PG
Summary: John Winchester meant to rescue the civilians and destroy the demons. Except these particular civilians don't need rescuing...
A/N: Written for [community profile] mundane_bingo "people trying to help you when you don't need help"

This was supposed to be an easy job, and it had turned into a nest of demons bigger than he'd ever run into before. Probably it was the isolated area that did it; Rappahannock County wasn't the biggest bastion of civilization. He'd tracked the last of them to a dead-end gravel road with a metal bar across it, and three cars parked in front of a cabin. Shit.

There were figures in the windows, too, passing back and forth in through the rooms in front of the light. From the road he could see what looked like a kitchen from the curtain pattern, maybe a bathroom from the water tank hanging outside of it, and he didn't know what that third room was. At least two people in the house. Recent arrivals, too, by the heat coming off the hood of at least one of the cars. He made his way up the short, steep hill towards the door, easing open the screen door without creaking it. His breath was coming fast and shallow already, he needed to be clear about this. Focused. Just two demons, nothing he hadn't handled before. One more breath, and he slammed into the door and ...

... almost fell down, water hitting his face with considerable force.

"Shit!" "Did you get him?" "I got him, is..." "He's not smoking." "Doesn't rule out..."

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kittydesade: (fragile heart)
Title: Discipline
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Joubert, Star (OFC)
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: R
Summary: Joubert, unhappy with his boy, hires a prostitute to relieve his frustration.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo prompt "Caning". Contains hard/violent BDSM scenario.

She truly was a beautiful woman. Like a sculpture of what a real woman should be, sensual curves and fine skin. He appreciated his boy's taste in most things, refined as it was, but this was a stroke of luck or genius, Joubert wasn't sure which.

He'd contacted her six weeks after Junior was done. Enough time to make sure the boy hadn't formed any undue attachments. And he waited till Junior was out on a mission so that wouldn't interfere with his weekend, either. Baptiste wouldn't be a problem. He knew when to leave the old man alone and only contact him in case of emergency. Joubert left a phone number and took his sat-phone up to the cabin with him. Cabin being a slight misnomer anyway, it was a remote but elaborate house up in the hills of the Pacific Northwest. He flew her out there to meet him rather than confront her in her own territory. Economy class. He was curious, but not that curious.

And here she was, satisfying his curiosity. Along with other urges.

"Turn around."

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kittydesade: (i like the boys)
Title: Marital Arts
Fandom: The Covenant (sort of)
Characters: Chase/Ginny (OFC)
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: light R
Summary: Chase and his wife have an... active and varied sex life.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo

Her husband's predilections and preferences in the bedroom were well known to Ginny. The rest of the world might think of him as hetero because he was married to a woman, even when Massachusetts law permitted otherwise. Chase still told her, at night and after the children were asleep, sometimes after sex, of his fantasies. Men featured profoundly in many of them, more so than women.

It started as a discussion on what appealed to him about men, if there was anything he missed. There were men in particular he missed, but in the beginning he almost fell over himself in his efforts to reassure her that this didn't mean he would stray. She stroked his hair and soothed his fears on that account, and asked the questions she could think of. Some things he did miss that she simply couldn't give. Some intimacies she could allow, with the other boys, as she thought of them. Some the boys themselves wouldn't allow, and others, certain specific others, could be duplicated.

He blushed when she offered. Blinked at her, and blushed. She laughed and told him it was just an act of sexual pleasure, and of love. What was there to be ashamed of?

They didn't do anything about that first discussion, but it provoked others, and online shopping trips with the laptop balanced between them late at night in the old house. Soft, sly looks and whispered suggestions culminated in outright experiments until they discovered what they both liked and could indulge in. Which resulted in Isabel taking her baby brother for several long walks, and when Ash and the twins came along, Will spending at least one afternoon a week at their places.

Which left them plenty of time to chase one another around the bedroom.

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kittydesade: (two in red)
Title: A Question Of Trust
Fandom: Eureka
Characters: Dr. Trevor/Charles Grant, OFC
Word Count: 2,200
Rating: PG
Summary: Dr. Grant's assigned psychiatrist takes him through a most unusual trust exercise, with more severe consequences than either of them expected.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo "Locks and Chains".



"They're silk ropes. Bamboo silk."

Dr. Grant looked up at her, at the ropes sliding through his fingers, and back up at her again. "You use these in your profession?"

"I use them in my recreation," she smiled. "You did ask to see my home."

"So I did."

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