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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 2,514 Relationships: G'Kar/Londo Mollari, G'Kar & Londo Mollari Characters: G'Kar (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari Additional Tags: Season/Series 05, Pre-Relationship, Hair Brushing, Service Kink (sort of) Summary: G'Kar helps Londo with his hair. Set in mid season five.
Murderbot Maladies day 1: inhaled a drone
Also posted on AO3.
I am unlikely to do it exactly on time or manage all the days, but I decided to do at least some of the prompts in @murderbot-maladies-event. This is for the absolutely delightful Day 1 prompt: Inhaled a Drone.
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It was a perfectly normal day on a planet, which is to say: full of annoyances and hazards that my humans seemed completely oblivious to. Okay, the planet was Preservation, which doesn't have large wild fauna and has a less than 6% chance of armed humans showing up to try to kill my humans. But there were still small poisonous fauna, contact poisons in some of the flora, and all the other dangers inherent in planetary biomes: landslides, extreme weather, flash floods, mud holes, broken limbs, dangerous temperature extremes ...
To be fair, right now very few of those were likely because it was early morning on a sunny day in the middle of the warm season and everyone was walking through a field. The group consisted of Amena, Ratthi, and Arada. They were engaged in an activity that involved staring at the flying fauna in and around the field, and attempting to look up and check off the names of the fauna on their feed interfaces, with a lot of giggling and one-upping each other's list of check marks.
Amena had invited me along. I knew I could say no. Dr. Mensah had even reminded me of it, along with a reminder that absolutely no one else in the household planned to get up at dawn to do this. But I didn't sleep anyway, and I could walk and watch media at the same time, and who knew what kind of dangers a group of humans that included an adolescent and Ratthi could get into?
"That was definitely a scissor-tailed flycatcher," Ratthi whispered loudly. "They're incredibly rare on this continent! Did anyone else see it?"
"I missed it completely!" Amena whispered back. Everyone was whispering instead of talking over their feeds, as would actually make sense. Okay, so the feed was kind of spotty in this particular location -- also a good reason to stay home in my opinion.
"SecUnit probably got a picture." Ratthi looked at me hopefully.
I didn't know or care about whatever that was, but I ran back my drone footage -- I had the usual drone perimeter spread out around us -- and found a blurry shot of some sort of fauna launching itself off a branch, and sent it to everyone. They all very quietly freaked out to a degree that concerned me enough that I started scanning for toxins in the flora. Ratthi was literally jumping up and down, until suddenly he choked and doubled over.
"Ratthi? What? What is it?" Arada started smacking him on the back. Amena had the wide-eyed frozen look of a young human confronted with adult humans in trouble and not sure what to do. (Okay, that was a pretty common human reaction, and it was definitely preferable to "run towards the trouble" which was what a lot of adult humans did. For the record, don't do this.)
I, however, knew exactly what was wrong because I was receiving drone telemetry at all times, and this was not okay. On many levels. Ratthi was making all kinds of horrible biological noises until he expelled my drone, which was hurtled into the ground flora and lay there, not actually damaged, I think, but not responding to my signals. Ratthi's vitals seemed normal enough. My drone, on the other hand ...
"Ow," Ratthi managed at last. "Did I swallow a fly or something?"
"Worse," Amena said. She bent over to look for it, parting the grass.
I'd had my drones punch through actual human bodies while in combat, so I knew they could physically handle a lot more than a few seconds inside someone's mouth and .... other bodily cavities, but that was a protecting-my-humans sort of situation. Like with emergency first aid, the usual rules didn't apply. Having a drone covered in a hostile's bodily fluids was, it turned out, a lot less gross than having it inside a human I knew.
Arada was helping Ratthi sit down. Amena picked up my drone with the tail of her shirt and carefully wiped it off. (Ew.) It just sat there in her palm, and she brought it to me cautiously. "Is it hurt, SecUnit?"
"No," I said. I was finally getting telemetry again, and I realized that rather than being traumatized, which would have been reasonable, the drone had been trying not to send me upsetting telemetry while it was all .... ugh. "It's all right. Thank you."
The drone powered up again, and rose off her hand a few inches, then zipped to rest on her shoulder.
(I hadn't told it to do that. The more expensive type of drones, which I now had, were semi-autonomous.)
"My mouth tastes weird," Ratthi complained, while Arada patted his shoulder. He appeared to be fine. "Seriously, what did I eat?"
Amena looked at me, and although I wasn't any better at reading young human faces than most human faces, I didn't have too much trouble decoding her mischievous body language. My drone nestled under her collar.
"A bug," I said, and Amena giggled.
I mean. It was sort of true.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 3,349 Relationships: G'Kar & Londo Mollari Characters: G'Kar (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari, Jeffrey Sinclair Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Alien Culture, Fix-It of Sorts Summary: "Tell me about Narn soulmates."
Crusade 1999 / Babylon 5 spinoff / team vid
The door is always open wide. (No Babylon 5 spoilers, Crusade only. My usual found-family-on-a-spaceship style of vid.)
Music: Del Amitri Length: 4:31 Lyrics: Bye Bye Pride lyrics
Download: Download 260 Mb zip file (MP4) Posted on AO3: here
OMG THANK YOU FOR FINISHING THE SLEEP DEPRIVATION FIC
Okay sorry for yelling but aaaaaaa you were one of my top two fave tfatws writers and I miss your fics so much and have reread most of them so many times, and I thought several times about sending an ask asking if maybe you'd finish this fic someday, but never did cause I didn't wanna bother you with something you weren't interested in anymore. So anyway I was so surprised to see the post and I'm so excited to read it thank you for sharing it!!!
You're very welcome!! 💜 People have asked me about that one more than anything else, and I really didn't want to leave everyone hanging, especially since there was so much already written (I think it was somewhere around 11K or 12K or so where I stopped, so there was a LOT). I'm really glad to finally have it done, and I'm glad everyone is getting a new fic to read!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 13,954 Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson & Helmut Zemo Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters Additional Tags: Sleep Deprivation, Hurt/Comfort, Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe | Helmut Zemo Paroled from the Raft Summary: The Zemo sleep deprivation fic that I promised FOUR YEARS AGO.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 2,810 Relationships: G'Kar/Londo Mollari Characters: Londo Mollari, G'Kar (Babylon 5), Vir Cotto Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Banter, Fluff and Angst, Growing Old Together Summary: What G'Kar wants, G'Kar is going to get. (Or: in some better future, the topic of retirement comes up.)
A comment on the B5 fic I posted this evening:
I appreciate the additional image of Vir in the laundry capacity of his attaché duties perpetually winding up in receipt of G'Kar's stray pens.
.... resulted in this.
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Laundry Duty
"Well, let's see what it is this time," Vir sighs, patting down the pockets of Londo's coat with practiced speed before folding it on the stack of items to go to the cleaner's this week.
He efficiently removes a dancer's garter, two pens, an identicard (which Londo will no doubt be wanting the next time he goes anywhere), a crushed packet of some sort of Earth snack food, a button on a frayed thread (no telling what that goes to, he supposes he should include a note to the cleaner to check for missing buttons), two crumpled receipts that appear to be for drinks (one with an illegible note written on it), a coaster from the Dark Star, and 0.42 Centauri Ducats in small change.
The dancer's garter and coaster go on the pile of things to be returned to various Red Sector businesses, the pens most likely belong to Ambassador G'Kar (Vir adds them to that pile, not prepared to deal with that particular errand just yet), the snack is ... hmm ... rather tasty so he'll keep that for himself. The change goes back in petty cash, the receipts to the accounting folder in case he can plausibly treat them as expenses. (In retrospect, the note may be illegible because that's not Centauri formal cursive. That may in fact be Narn writing. That one goes in Vir's pocket to return to Londo, preferably while he isn't looking.) The button will be affixed to the coat in case whatever it belongs to turns up at the cleaners.
Vir hums to himself while sewing the button loosely on a loop of thread affixed to a discreet part of Londo's lapel. Strange to think there was once a time when he thought his duties would primarily involve filing and interstellar contract law.
Fic prompt!
Biggles/EvS - Set post defection in London. A misunderstanding leads to Biggles being told that Erich is cheating on him. After some angst and h/c, their relationship is even stronger.
(All I can say is that this went in a Direction, for sure.)
Erich caught himself humming softly, a song from his youth, as he did the morning washing-up in the tiny kitchen of his top-floor flat. Sun streamed through the window. Tonight he would have dinner with Bigglesworth, who he had not seen for a few days. The feeling of contentment was still an unfamiliar companion, but he felt as if he could grow used to it.
Contentment shattered into a million pieces at a hard knock on the door. Erich dropped the flannel, took a few fast steps to his desk, reached into a drawer, and slipped his automatic into his pocket.
"It's me," snapped Algy Lacey's voice through the door. "I know you're in there. And you'd better be alone."
Erich sighed. It was tempting to ignore him, but he supposed whatever was happening, best to hear about it now rather than have it spoil his dinner date. He unlocked the door.
"I'm going to ask this politely, believe it or not," Lacey announced, striding into the room.
"Good morning," Erich said mildly. "Come in, why don't you."
"No, actually." Lacey put his hand over his mouth as his brisk walk was interrupted by the wall. He turned to walk the other way. Erich was tempted to find out if he would walk right back into the hall, but shut the door instead, and derived some small entertainment from Lacey pulling up short in the same way. "Actually, I have no idea how to ask it at all."
"We could try French, German, or Russian, if English simply isn't cutting it."
"Do not make light of this, you --" Lacey stopped, getting himself under control. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. Are you seeing someone? Someone else, I mean," he got out through clenched teeth.
"What?" Erich said.
"Did your hearing stop working along with your good sense and ability to make discerning employment choices?"
Erich was used to Lacey by now, well enough to ignore this and cut through to the fundamental question. "Seeing someone -- in what sense?"
"What sense do you think?" Lacey forced out. "Don't make me say it."
Erich became aware that one hand was in his pocket on the gun and the other was holding a spatula, which he went and placed back in the soapy water. "And what brought this accusation on?" he inquired calmly.
"Biggles apparently thinks you are."
Erich whirled around. "He what?"
"Oh, he won't admit it, and if anyone asks, he'll defend you to the rafters like always. But in the meantime, the rest of us have to deal with the moping, and sighing, and staring forlornly out the window --"
"Good God," Erich said, reaching for his coat. "I must see him at once."
"No wait, I came here for an answer, not --"
"Did you bring a car?"
"Well, yes, it's downstairs, but -- unhand me immediately," Lacey snapped as Erich shouldered him aside and headed for the door. "I expect you want me to drive you too? A simple yes or no would have done," he complained, as he followed Erich out the door.
Heyyyy💕💕 For the prompt call: G'Kar and Londo (slash or gen, up to you!) and Language 👀
Onwards with more prompt fills! This was DELIGHTFUL.
Exercises in Linguistics (1136 words) by Sholio Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'Kar & Londo Mollari Characters: G'Kar (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari Additional Tags: Season/Series 05, Banter, Languages and Linguistics, delenn & sheridan also appear Summary: Just another day on the Alliance advisory board, circa early season five.
For your prompt call: EvS, that last night on Sakhalin between when Biggles first speaks to him and his escape the next day.
(Continuing to catch up on prompts from *ahem* January)
Most evenings, Erich swallowed his meager ration without tasting it (a small mercy, as it usually consisted of a scoop of lukewarm and tasteless fish soup with another piece of hard bread) and collapsed on the scattered straw that was the closest thing to a bed in the cell he shared with five other men. He would curl into a pained ball, huddling against the cold and trying to ignore his aches from the day's labor, and attempt to sleep. There was no reason to keep going; he could not even say exactly why he did, except that it was pure, stubborn habit.
But tonight he lay awake despite his exhaustion, so intent on his thoughts that he hardly noticed the cold or the aches, the groans and cries of other men in nearby cells, or any of the rest of it.
Bigglesworth was here.
Fritz was here.
He did not yet understand any part of this. As usual in dealing with Bigglesworth, it seemed as if there were some pieces of this plot that continued to elude him. Bigglesworth could not be here simply for him; his mind shied away from it. But one thing he did know for sure. If Bigglesworth had a plan, and if that plan involved Erich escaping one way or another, it would work.
All that Erich needed to do was not be the weak link holding him back.
For the first time since he could remember, he felt something so unfamiliar that it took him a long time to realize that the feeling was hope.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 5,949 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: G'Kar (Babylon 5), Original Characters, Carn Mollari, Original Female Character(s), Minor Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Character Study, Canon Compliant, Developing Friendships, canon characters mentioned (londo & vir in particular) Summary: Wandering post-canon, G'Kar meets some people in a distant spaceport with a connection to unexpected aspects of his past. The galaxy is a small place sometimes.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 3,290 Characters: Mariel (Babylon 5), G'Kar (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari Additional Tags: Season/Series 05, londo/g'kar is vaguely hinted at but not necessarily happening Summary: Mid-season-five. Mariel finds out that her unlamented ex-husband Londo Mollari is on Centauri Prime and decides to team up with an old conspirator. It doesn't go as well as she'd hoped.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: ¼ Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'Kar/Londo Mollari Characters: Londo Mollari, G'Kar (Babylon 5) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, Episode: s05e18 The Fall of Centauri Prime Summary: A fixit (of sorts) going AU from early in 5x18.
Chapter Three is up!
Chapter Four is up, of what has now become five because chapter 3 ended up being broken into two. The end is in sight! And this will be the longest thing I've written in this fandom so far.
Slight fic spoilers under here:
ooh you're taking prompt requests? I love you G'Kar/Londo stuff and would love to see them doing like. a fake relationship while hiding their real relationship. if you want to be tropey about it :D
This is a delightful prompt and turned into a whole entire fic!
Dating Games (2989 words) by Sholio Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'Kar/Londo Mollari Characters: G'Kar (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari Additional Tags: 5 Things, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post-Canon Fix-It Summary: Three times they faked a relationship, and one time they faked the opposite way.
Fic prompts? 👀👀👀 Touch-starved Murderbot experimenting with Gurathin with the idea that touch doesn't have to equal pain and turning out to be a huge cuddle monster once it feels safe
Getting back to answering prompts again! I've been distracted with Stuff, but I have a bunch of really nice ones to get to. 💕
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The only thing that kept Gurathin from jumping out of his skin when SecUnit scooted into his space on the couch during PresAux' movie night was that a) Ratthi and Arada had both told him that it was doing touch experiments these days, and b) its drones had been observing his face from a few inches away for a while now, which usually was a good indicator of where its attention was fixed at the moment. (Since this could mean literally anything, including just that it was studying human expressions and didn't want to admit it, Gurathin had learned to tune them out as much as possible.)
Still, even though he had an idea it was up to something, the feeling of a firm and oddly warm Murderbot pressing against his side from shoulder to hip was so unexpected that he froze up completely.
The lights in the room were dim, and this had all happened quietly enough that he didn't think anyone else had noticed. The only person in the room wearing a feed interface was Pin-Lee, who was halfway watching the movie on the wall of Ratthi's living room while also working on some legal thing or other. Gurathin opened a channel to their feed address. Pin-Lee, help. It's cuddling with me. No, don't look!
While he couldn't see Pin-Lee's expression without moving his head, which he couldn't do without potentially disturbing the killing machine pressed to his shoulder, the string of laughing emoji in the feed came through loud and clear.
You're a big help. Thanks.
It means it trusts you. This is adorable. Should I take a picture?
Absolutely not!
With a tongue-sticking-out emoji, Pin-Lee went back to working. Gurathin consciously tried to relax out of his board-stiff, rigid position without moving too much. Then he tensed up again when he had the awful thought that Murderbot often eavesdropped on people in the feed and had probably heard them talking about it.
He only became aware that Murderbot was pretty tense, too, when it began to relax, and he felt its body slowly losing its tension and molding to his side. Somehow this helped him relax a little, too. It was sort of like having a very skittish stray animal starting to settle down on you. He had a feeling that acknowledging it openly in any way would scare it off.
The drones which had been observing his face began to slowly drift off into other orbits. One of them settled on his shoulder, the one opposite the one which currently had a Murderbot on it. He'd seen the drones do that with most of the others at one time or another, but it had never done it with him before.
Then again, he'd never had it doing something that could only be described as cuddling him before, either.
The movie went on. Gurathin tried to pay attention to it. Getting any work done in the feed was completely out. Meanwhile, Murderbot slowly relaxed more and more. It appeared to be oozing down his side a little. There was a message request from Pin-Lee, which he opened.
I think it's falling asleep on you, Pin-Lee said.
It doesn't sleep.
Potato, potahto, my friend.
My arm is falling asleep, too.
Pin-Lee helpfully sent him another laughing emoji, but then he had positive proof that either SecUnit was indeed eavesdropping on their feed chat, or it was way too attuned to his physical movements, because it adjusted its position just that tiny amount which meant it was no longer pinning his arm and he was able to move it without touching it too much. Cautiously he slid his arm from where it had been trapped against his side to rest on his leg.
Into its feed, he cautiously said, Uh, thanks.
It didn't acknowledge this, but it remained where it was, subtly melted on him. Gurathin gradually unbent enough to go back to the work he was doing in the feed, multitasking in the same way Pin-Lee was. And he was aware of the pliant warmth of Murderbot leaning against him, softly adhered to him like .... a cat wasn't the right metaphor. A tiger, maybe, heavy and large and absolutely lethal, but leaning on him softly in a way that made him feel warm and nice and .... trusted.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: ¼ Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'Kar/Londo Mollari Characters: Londo Mollari, G'Kar (Babylon 5) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, Episode: s05e18 The Fall of Centauri Prime Summary: A fixit (of sorts) going AU from early in 5x18.
Chapter Three is up!