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phantismaFandoms: Leverage, RPF, Justified, White Collar/Alice
Characters: Eliot/Parker, JDM/CK, Raylan/Gutterson, Neal/Hatter
Ratings: PG to PG-13
Word Count: each ~200
Summary: Snippets of ficlets
A/Ns & Warnings: So I played a game on twitter, asking one person to name a fandom, and someone else a pairing and someone else give me a prompt. This collection of oddities is what came of it.
Leverage, Eliot/Parker, Watching Perfect Strangers
"You know they're totally doing it." Parker said casually, her hand dipping into the popcorn bowl between them, brushing his lightly and pointing at the screen.
And maybe he's a little blissed out on painkillers after having to get a bullet dug out of his shoulder, and maybe he shouldn't have washed them down with beer, but even in his current mental state he is pretty sure he couldn't have heard her right.
"What?"
She glanced at him, blond ponytail flipping over her shoulder, her eyes skating over him like she can't tell if he didn't hear her, didn't understand her or doesn't believe her. "What what?" she asked finally, squinting at him now.
"They are not—No." Eliot shook his head and started to take another drink of his beer, before he thought better of it.
They were quiet for a minute, watching the show and Eliot found himself squinting at the television, looking for signs that the two men were doing something other than…"What the hell is he doing?"
"It’s the dance of joy." Parker responded around a mouthful of popcorn.
Eliot tilted his head, but it lead more to her pulling the popcorn out of the way and his head ending up in her lap. Her hand petted over him awkwardly, then settled on his side.
JDM & CK, "why y'should always watch the other hand
It was fairly certain that they were both probably a lot less than sober.
Jeff tried to stand up and amended his assessment. He, at least, was so far south of sober he was sure to see penguins. No. Wait. Penguins were at the north pole.
So maybe he was souther than he thought.
Which was about when he started laughing and ended up on his ass with Chris staring down at him.
Chris was laughing too but Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't laughing at the same thing. "Bastard."
Chris held up his hands and slid off his bar stool, trying, and mostly failing, to stop laughing as he leaned over Jeff, offering a hand to help him up. Jeff took his hand and let him pull, but used his other hand to grab Chris by the knee, pulling him to the floor instead.
"Tha's why y'should always watch the other hand." Jeff said smugly before they both busted up laughing and Jared came to see what was so damn funny.
Justified, Raylan/sniper boy, comparing guns
"I mean sure, she's a nice piece." Raylan saysleaning back in his chair with his shot of bourbon. "Bet she handles real nice too."
"Damn right." Gutterson replies tipping back his beer. "Ain't nothing like her. Taken me a long time to get her just the way I like her too. She's a thing of beauty." He runs his hand down the barrel and over the stock like it's a woman instead of a long range rifle.
Raylan smiles slow and unsnaps the strap before lifting his gun and holding it up to the light. "Up close and personal though? Ain't nothing like one of these right here. Clears the holster nice and quiet, fits my hand like she was made to be there, knows what I want and gives it to me, hard and fast and when she comes, ain't no one gonna be left standing."
Someone nearby clears their throat and Art sits at the table with a fresh bottle of bourbon. "We done comparing the guns to women, boys?"
White Collar/Alice, Neal/Hatter, walk in the park
"Where's Caffrey?" Peter asked as he slid into the van beside Diana.
Diana made a vague gesture at the park outside the van.
"What does that mean?"
"He said he was going for a walk in the park."
"Show me?"
Diana's fingers floated over the keyboard and one of the monitors rolled back to show where Neal appeared on camera.
Neal's fingers twirled his hat as he leaned against a lamp post, clearly talking to another man in another hat.
"Where's audio?"
"I don't know, it cut out after he said hello."
Peter watched as Neal and the other fellow wandered off, rounding the fountain. "He's with someone."
"We're supposed to be watching Malone."
"You watch Malone, I'm going after Neal."
Peter left the van, wondering what in the world Neal was up to now. He moved quickly, taking the most likely path after they cleared the fountain, ready to catch Neal in some illicit dealings.
He stopped short when he found them, blushing furiously and back pedaling, hoping they hadn't seen him….because that was far more illicit than even Peter had imagined.
Characters: Eliot/Parker, JDM/CK, Raylan/Gutterson, Neal/Hatter
Ratings: PG to PG-13
Word Count: each ~200
Summary: Snippets of ficlets
A/Ns & Warnings: So I played a game on twitter, asking one person to name a fandom, and someone else a pairing and someone else give me a prompt. This collection of oddities is what came of it.
Leverage, Eliot/Parker, Watching Perfect Strangers
"You know they're totally doing it." Parker said casually, her hand dipping into the popcorn bowl between them, brushing his lightly and pointing at the screen.
And maybe he's a little blissed out on painkillers after having to get a bullet dug out of his shoulder, and maybe he shouldn't have washed them down with beer, but even in his current mental state he is pretty sure he couldn't have heard her right.
"What?"
She glanced at him, blond ponytail flipping over her shoulder, her eyes skating over him like she can't tell if he didn't hear her, didn't understand her or doesn't believe her. "What what?" she asked finally, squinting at him now.
"They are not—No." Eliot shook his head and started to take another drink of his beer, before he thought better of it.
They were quiet for a minute, watching the show and Eliot found himself squinting at the television, looking for signs that the two men were doing something other than…"What the hell is he doing?"
"It’s the dance of joy." Parker responded around a mouthful of popcorn.
Eliot tilted his head, but it lead more to her pulling the popcorn out of the way and his head ending up in her lap. Her hand petted over him awkwardly, then settled on his side.
JDM & CK, "why y'should always watch the other hand
It was fairly certain that they were both probably a lot less than sober.
Jeff tried to stand up and amended his assessment. He, at least, was so far south of sober he was sure to see penguins. No. Wait. Penguins were at the north pole.
So maybe he was souther than he thought.
Which was about when he started laughing and ended up on his ass with Chris staring down at him.
Chris was laughing too but Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't laughing at the same thing. "Bastard."
Chris held up his hands and slid off his bar stool, trying, and mostly failing, to stop laughing as he leaned over Jeff, offering a hand to help him up. Jeff took his hand and let him pull, but used his other hand to grab Chris by the knee, pulling him to the floor instead.
"Tha's why y'should always watch the other hand." Jeff said smugly before they both busted up laughing and Jared came to see what was so damn funny.
Justified, Raylan/sniper boy, comparing guns
"I mean sure, she's a nice piece." Raylan saysleaning back in his chair with his shot of bourbon. "Bet she handles real nice too."
"Damn right." Gutterson replies tipping back his beer. "Ain't nothing like her. Taken me a long time to get her just the way I like her too. She's a thing of beauty." He runs his hand down the barrel and over the stock like it's a woman instead of a long range rifle.
Raylan smiles slow and unsnaps the strap before lifting his gun and holding it up to the light. "Up close and personal though? Ain't nothing like one of these right here. Clears the holster nice and quiet, fits my hand like she was made to be there, knows what I want and gives it to me, hard and fast and when she comes, ain't no one gonna be left standing."
Someone nearby clears their throat and Art sits at the table with a fresh bottle of bourbon. "We done comparing the guns to women, boys?"
White Collar/Alice, Neal/Hatter, walk in the park
"Where's Caffrey?" Peter asked as he slid into the van beside Diana.
Diana made a vague gesture at the park outside the van.
"What does that mean?"
"He said he was going for a walk in the park."
"Show me?"
Diana's fingers floated over the keyboard and one of the monitors rolled back to show where Neal appeared on camera.
Neal's fingers twirled his hat as he leaned against a lamp post, clearly talking to another man in another hat.
"Where's audio?"
"I don't know, it cut out after he said hello."
Peter watched as Neal and the other fellow wandered off, rounding the fountain. "He's with someone."
"We're supposed to be watching Malone."
"You watch Malone, I'm going after Neal."
Peter left the van, wondering what in the world Neal was up to now. He moved quickly, taking the most likely path after they cleared the fountain, ready to catch Neal in some illicit dealings.
He stopped short when he found them, blushing furiously and back pedaling, hoping they hadn't seen him….because that was far more illicit than even Peter had imagined.
