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A couple more prompts from Tumblr.
1. Biggles is exposed to some manner of Cuddle Pollen substance
Anonymous asked:
For an end-of-year prompt- Biggles is exposed to some manner of Cuddle Pollen substance, much to EvS's consternation at their latest encounter going rather differently than usual and suddenly having a highly affectionate limpet of an adversary [season Angst-levels to taste]
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"Bigglesworth, get off."
"Comfortable," was the mumbled reply, and the hand that knotted in the front of Erich's uniform clenched tighter.
Whatever he had been drugged with, it did not seem to be wearing off. When Bigglesworth had begun to slur and stumble, Erich had told himself that it would make this mission easier.
What did not make this mission easier was having his prisoner crawl onto him and try to rub a cheek against his shoulder.
"I can't move my arm." Perhaps that was the trick, Erich thought, the bitter medicine concealed in the honey; Bigglesworth was trying to immobilize him so that Erich might be overpowered by his associates.
Except his associates were nowhere in sight, miles away as far as Erich knew. And Bigglesworth seemed to be making a very personal acquaintance with his neck. Not doing anything untoward, simply shoving his face into it.
"Stop that," Erich said awkwardly, making an attempt to detach him, but Bigglesworth appeared to have grown several extra limbs. His natural grace was now turned to dodging Erich's every attempt to unhook him. Each limb that was detached was replaced again somewhere else. Erich tried not to think that it reminded him of trying to pry a sleepy, clingy Fritz off at bedtime.
He was suddenly, almost incoherently furious -- at the inconvenience, the invasion of his personal space, the fact that it had caused him to bring his two worlds (the workaday world of his mercenary life, and the domestic warmth of his sister's apartment) into a cruel collision. He gave Bigglesworth a vicious shake. If judicious removal of his unasked-for limpet wasn't working, perhaps a good swift smack would do it. But Bigglesworth sighed, his head settled on Erich's shoulder, and Erich lowered his hand, unable to do it.
"I don't know what this is," Bigglesworth mumbled through lips that were clumsy as if with strong drink. "I -- I'm sorry, it can't be pleasant for you. I understand. It's just that it -- hurts if I'm not touching someone. Touching you. Hit me if you like, I'm sure I would be tempted in your situation."
No, you wouldn't, Erich thought; Bigglesworth, unlike him, was too honorable for that. He could no longer muster the same rage that had filled him a few moments ago. Instead an inexplicable desolation filled him. Someone .... anyone ... of course it was the drug, he thought, simply the drug. He was a convenient warm body in a difficult situation. Once it wore off, Bigglesworth would be glad to be rid of him.
"It's all right," he said, too tired, all of a sudden, to fight.
He sat heavily on the floor, dragging Bigglesworth with him, and leaned against the wall. Bigglesworth clamped on harder, all but climbing onto him. With cold, empty desolation filling him, Erich could not muster the energy to struggle. Instead he cautiously put an arm around the slight, wiry figure holding onto him, and Bigglesworth clung harder, turning his face into Erich's neck as if he could find some comfort there.
Which, perhaps, he did, at least a limited sort, relief from the intense touch sensitivity of the drug. Anyone else would have done just as well. Erich supposed they were both lucky -- that is, that Bigglesworth was lucky he had not found himself isolated with one of the coarse guards Erich had been working with, or he would even now be snuggled up against the man's sweaty, lumpen neck.
But Bigglesworth sighed a little, and some of the desperate tension went out of him. Erich could feel Bigglesworth's warm breath against his neck. Cautiously, Erich placed a hand on the silken hair.
"It's all right," he said again. It was not all right, would never be all right. But Bigglesworth shivered and burrowed deeper, and Erich found himself stroking his hair, as if it could help, as if it could soothe any of this. Which it did not, but it made Bigglesworth relax a little, and Erich went on running his fingers through the fine, fair strands as he felt Bigglesworth's heart beat rhythmically and rapidly in the body pressed to his own.
Eventually he closed his own eyes, relaxing a little himself.
2. any combination of Biggles characters, doing domestic tasks (washing dishes, scrubbing floors, laundry, etc)
philomytha asked:
If you'd like another prompt - any combination of Biggles characters, doing domestic tasks (washing dishes, scrubbing floors, laundry, etc) at home or in the field?
Posted on Tumblr. (400 wds)
The abandoned WW2 installation where they were to spend the next week looked to make a nice little home-away-from-home, all things considered. The tin roofs were intact, and after overseeing a swift site survey, checking the integrity of the walls and sweeping out vermin, Biggles went to sit on a hummock overlooking the valley where they would be watching for smuggler activity. There was no reason to suspect trouble, but by longstanding instinct, he kept half an ear cocked for the sounds of his team. Bertie's cheerful whistling could be heard out behind the sheds, where Biggles was aware he was setting up some traps that would almost certainly -- by accident or design -- catch nothing. Ginger and Algy were unpacking.
He was feeling peaceful and good about the situation, and had just finished his second cigarette, when Algy marched up, sat down beside him, and held a sheet of paper in front of his face.
"What's this?" Biggles asked, taking it from him and holding it out. He did not quite like to admit that these days, reading things four inches from his nose was no longer easy.
"Chore rotation," Algy said succinctly.
"I ... see." It seemed quite comprehensive. He scanned it with eyebrows raised. "We normally do this as needs arise, don't we?"
"Yes," Algy said. "Which means I normally do most of it. I thought this time we'd have a touch more organization."
"I see I'm on here." Scheduled to do the washing up that evening, in fact.
"Yes," Algy said pointedly. "You are. If you have any issues with the current state of the rotation," he added in a way that sounded vaguely grudging, "of course you may make any necessary corrections."
Biggles managed to flatten out the twitching corners of his mouth. "No, this seems sufficient. Pin it up on the wall of the main building. I'll see that they check it."
Algy looked at him with raised eyebrows. "If you say so," he said, and bounced to his feet with the energy of someone much younger -- and poised to run. "But I really thought you'd look as far as tomorrow before you gave me blanket approval."
"What did you sign me up to -- Algy!"
But Algy was already off for the main cluster of buildings, waving the paper in the air. "News from the chief about chores, lads! Have a look!"
1. Biggles is exposed to some manner of Cuddle Pollen substance
Anonymous asked:
For an end-of-year prompt- Biggles is exposed to some manner of Cuddle Pollen substance, much to EvS's consternation at their latest encounter going rather differently than usual and suddenly having a highly affectionate limpet of an adversary [season Angst-levels to taste]
Posted on Tumblr. (700 wds)
"Bigglesworth, get off."
"Comfortable," was the mumbled reply, and the hand that knotted in the front of Erich's uniform clenched tighter.
Whatever he had been drugged with, it did not seem to be wearing off. When Bigglesworth had begun to slur and stumble, Erich had told himself that it would make this mission easier.
What did not make this mission easier was having his prisoner crawl onto him and try to rub a cheek against his shoulder.
"I can't move my arm." Perhaps that was the trick, Erich thought, the bitter medicine concealed in the honey; Bigglesworth was trying to immobilize him so that Erich might be overpowered by his associates.
Except his associates were nowhere in sight, miles away as far as Erich knew. And Bigglesworth seemed to be making a very personal acquaintance with his neck. Not doing anything untoward, simply shoving his face into it.
"Stop that," Erich said awkwardly, making an attempt to detach him, but Bigglesworth appeared to have grown several extra limbs. His natural grace was now turned to dodging Erich's every attempt to unhook him. Each limb that was detached was replaced again somewhere else. Erich tried not to think that it reminded him of trying to pry a sleepy, clingy Fritz off at bedtime.
He was suddenly, almost incoherently furious -- at the inconvenience, the invasion of his personal space, the fact that it had caused him to bring his two worlds (the workaday world of his mercenary life, and the domestic warmth of his sister's apartment) into a cruel collision. He gave Bigglesworth a vicious shake. If judicious removal of his unasked-for limpet wasn't working, perhaps a good swift smack would do it. But Bigglesworth sighed, his head settled on Erich's shoulder, and Erich lowered his hand, unable to do it.
"I don't know what this is," Bigglesworth mumbled through lips that were clumsy as if with strong drink. "I -- I'm sorry, it can't be pleasant for you. I understand. It's just that it -- hurts if I'm not touching someone. Touching you. Hit me if you like, I'm sure I would be tempted in your situation."
No, you wouldn't, Erich thought; Bigglesworth, unlike him, was too honorable for that. He could no longer muster the same rage that had filled him a few moments ago. Instead an inexplicable desolation filled him. Someone .... anyone ... of course it was the drug, he thought, simply the drug. He was a convenient warm body in a difficult situation. Once it wore off, Bigglesworth would be glad to be rid of him.
"It's all right," he said, too tired, all of a sudden, to fight.
He sat heavily on the floor, dragging Bigglesworth with him, and leaned against the wall. Bigglesworth clamped on harder, all but climbing onto him. With cold, empty desolation filling him, Erich could not muster the energy to struggle. Instead he cautiously put an arm around the slight, wiry figure holding onto him, and Bigglesworth clung harder, turning his face into Erich's neck as if he could find some comfort there.
Which, perhaps, he did, at least a limited sort, relief from the intense touch sensitivity of the drug. Anyone else would have done just as well. Erich supposed they were both lucky -- that is, that Bigglesworth was lucky he had not found himself isolated with one of the coarse guards Erich had been working with, or he would even now be snuggled up against the man's sweaty, lumpen neck.
But Bigglesworth sighed a little, and some of the desperate tension went out of him. Erich could feel Bigglesworth's warm breath against his neck. Cautiously, Erich placed a hand on the silken hair.
"It's all right," he said again. It was not all right, would never be all right. But Bigglesworth shivered and burrowed deeper, and Erich found himself stroking his hair, as if it could help, as if it could soothe any of this. Which it did not, but it made Bigglesworth relax a little, and Erich went on running his fingers through the fine, fair strands as he felt Bigglesworth's heart beat rhythmically and rapidly in the body pressed to his own.
Eventually he closed his own eyes, relaxing a little himself.
2. any combination of Biggles characters, doing domestic tasks (washing dishes, scrubbing floors, laundry, etc)
philomytha asked:
If you'd like another prompt - any combination of Biggles characters, doing domestic tasks (washing dishes, scrubbing floors, laundry, etc) at home or in the field?
Posted on Tumblr. (400 wds)
The abandoned WW2 installation where they were to spend the next week looked to make a nice little home-away-from-home, all things considered. The tin roofs were intact, and after overseeing a swift site survey, checking the integrity of the walls and sweeping out vermin, Biggles went to sit on a hummock overlooking the valley where they would be watching for smuggler activity. There was no reason to suspect trouble, but by longstanding instinct, he kept half an ear cocked for the sounds of his team. Bertie's cheerful whistling could be heard out behind the sheds, where Biggles was aware he was setting up some traps that would almost certainly -- by accident or design -- catch nothing. Ginger and Algy were unpacking.
He was feeling peaceful and good about the situation, and had just finished his second cigarette, when Algy marched up, sat down beside him, and held a sheet of paper in front of his face.
"What's this?" Biggles asked, taking it from him and holding it out. He did not quite like to admit that these days, reading things four inches from his nose was no longer easy.
"Chore rotation," Algy said succinctly.
"I ... see." It seemed quite comprehensive. He scanned it with eyebrows raised. "We normally do this as needs arise, don't we?"
"Yes," Algy said. "Which means I normally do most of it. I thought this time we'd have a touch more organization."
"I see I'm on here." Scheduled to do the washing up that evening, in fact.
"Yes," Algy said pointedly. "You are. If you have any issues with the current state of the rotation," he added in a way that sounded vaguely grudging, "of course you may make any necessary corrections."
Biggles managed to flatten out the twitching corners of his mouth. "No, this seems sufficient. Pin it up on the wall of the main building. I'll see that they check it."
Algy looked at him with raised eyebrows. "If you say so," he said, and bounced to his feet with the energy of someone much younger -- and poised to run. "But I really thought you'd look as far as tomorrow before you gave me blanket approval."
"What did you sign me up to -- Algy!"
But Algy was already off for the main cluster of buildings, waving the paper in the air. "News from the chief about chores, lads! Have a look!"
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I love the cuddle one especially - I am enamoured by the idea of Erich peeling a sleepy Fritz off him!
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Awwww ♥♥♥
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oh no my heaaaart 😭😭😭
"We normally do this as needs arise, don't we?"
"Yes," Algy said. "Which means I normally do most of it.
Ahahaha BIGGLES that is 1000% him and Algy, omg. Biggles is so savvy about so many things and so amazingly wilfully blind the rest of the time XD
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I love Algy making a chore chart. WHAT did he sign Biggles up for on the second day? Latrine duty?