five acts meme

[ndnickerson]

This is straight from the post:

Based on the community five_acts (check it out for more details!), we're going to have a week of indulging each other's favourite kinks, tropes, acts and pairings. Amazingly, we are up to Round Six. In a nutshell, what we do is:

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

Once you've posted your list at your journal, post it in the comments on this post so other people can find it.




My favorite acts/kinks:

-Bonds of a mental nature/telepathy: I especially love this in fandoms where it would be AU. Or fandoms where it isn't. Hell, practically all fandoms.
-First times (first time between two individuals; losing virginity/cherry; first time doing a particular act)
-Hurt/comfort (emotional and/or physical, including torture of all kinds and degrees, and any form of caretaking)
-Emotional themes, emo-kink (angst; wallows; darkfic; emotional damage; psychological trauma; tragic pasts; broken characters; guilt and shame; mental instability; sadness and grief; abandonment or fear of same; characters who can't go home again; fear in general; nightmares; loneliness; broken-heartedness; failure; insecurity; self-hatred; self-mutilation such as secret cutting; suicide; see also Insanity)
-Protectiveness (physically or verbally defending someone; caretaking in general; bodyguard scenarios; mysterious benefactors or protectors)

My fandoms/pairings:

-Chuck - Chuck/Sarah
-Community - Jeff/Annie
-Jane Eyre - Jane/Rochester
-Justified - Raylan/Winona
-Law & Order: Criminal Intent - Goren/Eames
-Legend of the Seeker - Richard/Kahlan
-Lois & Clark - Lois Lane/Clark Kent
-Mad Men - Peggy/Father Gill, Don/Betty
-Nancy Drew - Nancy Drew/Ned Nickerson
-Perry Mason - Perry/Della
-Star Trek: The Next Generation - Riker/Troi
-Veronica Mars - Veronica/Duncan

Comments

No Apologies (1/3) | Justified | Raylan/Winona - Protectiveness

[norgbelulah.livejournal.com]

This is a Raylan/Winona fic in which there is no Raylan. Sorry about that. I took your prompt and used it to both write a follow up to this fic that I wrote at the end of last season, and sort out some feelings on this season's finale. Do you feel cheap now? :P

It wasn’t really a question of gathering courage.

Winona had never ridden so high or so long on a wave of righteous anger before. Perhaps it was because it had been a slow kind of build, as she sat thinking about what Raylan had said, what had been done to him that day, and what that man had told her, the one and only time they’d ever spoken.

She felt like she was taking on Raylan’s anger, his frustration, all that should have been there, instead of just bone-deep exhaustion and a sadness he wouldn’t acknowledge to her or himself. She felt it well up inside her, threaten to spill over before she had a chance to do anything with it.

It was a heady feeling, one that pushed her to action the next morning.

She drove out early, heading east along the state roads. She’d gone out the same way months before, when Raylan was shot, and was surprised that she remembered the way. She hardly needed her map or GPS at all, not that the phone got great reception out there anyway.

It was a little more difficult finding the bar Raylan had spoken of, but from all his descriptions over the years of where things were in Harlan, she made some educated guesses and found her way eventually.

She was sure she must have been a sight, marching into that seedy bar in a raincoat and a red maternity dress, with clean lines and heeled shoes, hair curled and up, like she was on her way to work.

If the expression on the face of guy in the wheelchair--Johnny, she figured--said anything, it was unadulterated shock as she demanded, “Where is he?”

He stared at her, looked her up and down, and said, “Where’s who?”

The bar was deserted, unsurprisingly, as it was 10 o’clock in the morning. She raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips. “Who do you think, asshole? I want to talk to him.”

“He ain’t--

“It’s okay, Johnny,” she heard his voice, soft and low, but authoritative still, before she saw him. Coming out of the shadows of the back room like he did, he looked almost frightening, sinister in a way that he hadn’t under the flourescent lights of a twenty-four-hour Wal-mart.

He was dressed in almost the exact same way as she’d last seen him. Stiff-collared flannel shirt, buttoned up high and cut real trim, tucked into a dark pair of jeans. His sleeves were rolled up and his hands looked damp, like he’d just been washing dishes or something. Yet a thing that normal, seemed so out of the realm of possibility for Boyd Crowder.

Winona put steel into her spine as he smiled at her, full of strangely sharp-looking teeth, and he said, “Winona Hawkins. This is quite a surprise.”

She started walking towards him, and he to her. He must not have seen it coming, or he probably wouldn’t have made it easier for her to raise her hand high in the air and bring it down hard across his face.

[killingstreak.livejournal.com]

I am currently working on a *little* bit of telepathy and a little bit of everything else in my latest fic ^^