Endpolverse Prompts: Part 1
So a long, long time ago in a galaxy far away I posted a ‘send me a prompt’ thing. I wrote some prompts for it and encouraged you guys to send more. Well Cris sent me a lot and finally I have gotten through half of them. I decided I’d rather not wait until I finish all of it, so here are the first 7.
It’s all Endpolverse stuff with a variety of pairings and a lot of situations. They’re all basically benign (sorry the straight up porn is in the second batch), though the first one is what I’d call the most explicit. Ha. Under the cut because well… seven prompts. Not beta’d so forgive my mistakes. Also forgive any poor character portrayals. Feel free to tell me where I’m wrong.
15) Silence [Theo and Angel]
“I don’t think I like this,” Angel says, bright lips pressing in a tight line, equally bright nail caught between. The thumb of the other hand taps and the presses against the slick plastic that muffles Theo’s following moan. “No, I don’t think I like this at all.” Tapping the ball gag one last time, she reaches down and unstraps it, guiding it gently out of his mouth before tossing it aside.
Theo swallows, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “But…” he rasps, swallowing again before clearing his throat. “You said I was being too loud.”
Angel runs her fingers through his scraggily hair, scratching at his scalp with the perfect pressure. His eyes flutter closed. “Yes. But I don’t like the gag. It means I can’t use your mouth.” Her teeth flash in a wicked grin and she presses her thumb past his lips. He immediately starts swirling his tongue over it like the good boy he is. “Besides. It’s much more fun when you have to keep quiet on your own.” Theo whines and she clicks her tongue. “Shhh… Remember. Silence is the name of the game.”
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20) Cookies [Ryan and Theo]
Theo stares at the baking sheet he has just pulled out of the oven. There should be a dozen of perfectly baked cookies on it. Instead there is something very gooey and questionable. He knows the time was right and the recipe was right and he’d made sure Ryan was… He blinks. “RYAN!!!”
The artificial blonde sticks her head around the corner a few seconds later. “Yes?” she asks, drawing out the word. His eyes narrow at her and he holds up the tray of ruined pastries.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“No idea what you’re talkin’ about,” she says in the most unconvincing voice he has ever heard from her. And that’s saying something.
“Ryan,” he presses again and she finally comes out from around the corner, a bottle of what’s probably whiskey swinging about casually in her manicured hand.
“Okay,” she drawls out. “So maybe I added a bit more flavor to your boring recipe. Can’t blame a girl. Chocolate chip is just so pedestrian.” The oven mitt makes a soft ‘thwump’ when it hits her in the face, falling to the ground pathetically.
“Don’t mess with my baking,” he hisses like one of his cats before shooing her back out of the vicinity of his kitchen. He manages to save the rest of the dough mix with more solids and an hour later he’s got a fine batch of very adult chocolate chip cookies, because he’s pretty sure that there was enough whiskey in the mix that it didn’t completely bake off.
He refuses to tell Ryan that they are probably better than they would have been.
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26) Tears [Michel and Theo] “Michel?” Theo calls as he opens the door, having enough sense to remember to take his shoes off before he steps further into the condo. He doesn’t hear any response and he wonders if the man is even home. His search will be infinitely more difficult if he isn’t. The man might answer his phone, but he probably wouldn’t freely give him location, stubborn feline that he is.
But as the bear walks into the living room, he can see a pile of neatly folded clothes on the couch. Michel rarely does laundry in the building and would never leave even a neat pile out for long, so he must be home and is likely shifted. Instead of checking the bedroom, Theo checks the covered balcony.
Sure enough, there is Michel, smaller and furrier than he generally is, sprawled out in the dying light of the summer sun. His ear twitches and he opens one eye to stare lazily at Theo when he comes out into the warm room. “Hey there,” the man says, sitting down, not on one of the wicker chairs, but on the ground. Michel huffs and sits up, blinking at him with a look that speaks volumes.
“I know you said you’re fine,” Theo responds to the unasked question, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “But you’re not.” One tufted ear twitches. “Don’t give me that. You’re not. You’re just being a cat and hiding away all of your pain, which might be a good survival instinct in the wild, but it’s stupid here and now when you have friends who you can talk to.”
Michel just stares at him for what feels like forever before he makes a noise that might be a laugh. He stands gracefully and pads across the space between them. He doesn’t stop until his head is bunting into Theo’s stomach and then he is laying down, half in the bear’s lap. The man reaches out and rubs across the caracal’s cheeks, feeling dampness. Theo says nothing and just lets Michel cry.
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33) Expectations [Oya and Zahra] “You’ve got to be honest if anything hurts, okay? Don’t try to act tough or something stupid like that. If you ignore what your body is telling you then you can do more damage and that’ll put you out for even longer and really throw you off course.” Zahra nods along with Oya’s explanation, as she has been for the past thirty minutes.
There’s a lot to take in, starting a new self-defense course, something she’s never done before, with a personal trainer. But of all the things she was expecting, Oya’s very apparent and very rampant enthusiasm was not one of them. “Any questions?”
Zahra shakes her head.
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35) Hold my Hand [Theo and Ollie] It swings there casually, tempting Theo, taunting him. He wonders if this is how a cat feels when it sees the dot of a laser pointer. All he knows is that he’s hyper-focused on that single thing. And that is the reason why he walks straight into a signboard, tripping and sending both it and himself sprawling.
His face heats up before he’s even back on his feet, hearing the snickers of random bystanders who have done nothing to help him up. But there is a pair of steady hands pulling him up with surprising gentleness and their owner is not laughing at his misfortune. “Christ Theo, are you okay? You went down pretty hard there,” Ollie says, looking him over as he dusts him off.
“’M fine…” Theo mumbles in return, cheeks still red hot, eyes drawn back to distraction. His gaze follows Ollie’s hand as it rises up to rub the back of his neck and finally the bear looks at his companion’s face. Ollie is frowning a little, not quite upset, but there’s definitely something on the komodo’s mind. “Are you okay?” he asks the older man.
The man rubs the back of his neck some more, distracting Theo once more before he speaks, snapping the brunets attention right back to his face. “I’m just…” Ollie takes a deep breath, like he has to really prepare himself for what he’s going to say. “I’m wondering if you’re just humoring an old man like me, going out like this. You’re mind’s obviously somewhere else and I don’t want to take up your time.”
Theo’s brain starts going into overdrive. His face may be the same, but he is freaking out internally. This is the furthest thing from okay and yes he’s distracted, but he’s distracted by Ollie and the words just tumble out of his mouth in a rush. “CanIholdyourhand?”
Ollie, understandably, blinks at him. “Say again?” It’s Theo’s turn to take a deep breath, hoping the oxygen will clear up the buzzing in his brain.
“I am. Distracted, that is,” he explains, bulldozing forward as he sees Ollie’s face fall even more. “I’m distracted by you. Or well, your hands. I…” Theo knows his face is even redder than it was when he tripped over the sign. “I can’t stop thinking about how they look and how they’d feel and I just really want to hold your hand so… Can I hold your hand?” He gets a glimpse of color rising rapidly to the man’s cheeks before one of said hands is flying up to cover his face.
If Ollie actually manages some words, they’re muffled by his hand, but Theo thinks that he might not have actually said anything intelligible in the first place. Instead of trying to speak again, Ollie just throws out his other hand in front of Theo, palm up and open. Theo beams even more than he blushes and slips his hand into Ollie’s, threading their fingers together. His hand is even warmer than he expected, but just as firm and rough and he finds his mind wandering to other places, and wow, that didn’t solve his problems at all.
Whistles and cat calls draw him out of his reverie and he feels a twinge in his neck as his head turns quickly. They are quite literally cat calls, coming from two of his larger feline friends. Angel and Ryan are grinning and laughing at the two of them and standing there, towering over the both of them, is Michel. He’s straightening out his sleeve, where up until a second ago Angel had been holding on, keeping him rooted in his spot.
“It’s about time!” Ryan hoots, grinning. Theo is surprised he hasn’t fainted yet, because honestly, all of his blood is in his cheeks.
“How long have you been standing there!?”
“For most of it from what I can tell,” Michel answers, releasing an exasperated sigh. He has a shopping bag in his one hand. “They dragged me aside so I wouldn’t interrupt.” He casts a look at the two women. They both just grin at him and he rolls his eyes, turning his attention to Ollie. The bouncer straightens under his boss’s very critical eye until the man sniffs dismissively. “Could do worse…” he comments vaguely, which has Theo and Ollie sharing a look, because he’s known Ollie for a while now, but Theo is certainly the closer friend, so they have no idea which one he’s talking about or to.
He shifts his bag of shopping up over his shoulder. It might wrinkle his shirt, but it leaves both his hands free, which he offers to Angel and Ryan. “Ladies, why don’t we leave these two gentlemen alone on their date?” Theo can see both of them are going to put up some sort of an argument until the caracal continues with, “And you two can tell me the whole story about why you’re so invested in this.”
Suddenly they both latch on to the tall man, Ryan starting to talk a mile a minute and Theo distinctly picks up the words ‘newest toy’ and ends up squawking loudly, which draws Ollie’s attention away from the disappearing trio, as planned. Ollie raises a brow at him and Theo grins sheepishly before remembering that their hands are still securely, comfortably, interlocked. His smile widens and Ollie returns it before he starts chuckling. “You’ve got some interesting friends,” the man comments amicably.
“Believe me. You don’t know the half of it.”
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52) Deep in Thought [Michel and Zahra – Assassin/Mafia/Murder/what have you AU] He always gets pensive after he has killed someone with his own claws. It’s a task that isn’t necessarily beneath him, but that he avoids all the same. It’s so messy after all. And he can’t trust the cleanliness of the blood enough to lick it clean like his instincts want him to. Too many diseases transfer between species.
“What’re ya thinking about boss?”
He looks up from the corpse, eyes focusing on the petite figure of his favorite infiltrator. “Mm… I was just thinking about what our lives might have been like if we didn’t kill people for a living.”
Zahra giggles, a manic little sound that she ends by biting the knuckle of her index finger. “It’d be pretty boring, wouldn’t ya say?”
He grins, wide with an excessive amount of teeth.
“Indeed.”
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63) Do Not Disturb [Theo and Michel] There is a knock on the door. The two men sprawled across the sinfully comfortable bed ignore it. Whoever is on the other side is persistent and knocks again, louder and more rapidly. “I thought you put the do not disturb thing on the door,” Theo mumbles into the sheets. He tries to roll over, but Michel chooses that exact moment to throw his arm over his back, pulling the bear closer. Theo’s pretty sure he hears a grumbled ‘I did,’ in return, but Michel has not turned his head away from the pillow just yet and speaking into the bedding does not fit the ever dignified picture the model presents.
Another knock. “We don’t need maid service, thank you,” Michel finally calls, lifting his head, turning it so he can shout at the hotel door. The response he gets is something in Chinese. Or is it technically Cantonese? Mandarin? Theo admits that he’s a bit fuzzy on the differences. Whatever it is, it makes Michel drop his head back onto the pillow, hands sliding up to help press the downy cushion around his ears. It gives Theo a chance to sit up, pointedly ignoring the muffled swearing in at least three different languages.
“Michel?”
He turned his head so he can stare at Theo with one green eye. “It seems I have underestimated Angel’s tenacity…” he says before his head tilts to listen to something. Theo swears he sees his ear twitch despite it being very human in shape. “And Fletcher’s resources.”
Well… So much for their relaxing weekend.