FIC: Oz drabbles (various characters, R)
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vanillalimeRecently, I participated in The Ides of Oz Drabble Tree at the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
oz_wishing_well My contribution to the tree consisted of nine drabbles (three of which were "true" 100-word drabbles), which I am re-posting here in this entry.
The tree was great fun, and everyone's drabbles were so good--creative, well-written, and (in some cases) extremely hot, LOL. I absolutely love this fandom and the people in it, and I'm looking forward to the next challenge, coming up soon!
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Prompt: skin crawl, fromlunadesangre
(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 100
Repeated tickling and pulling sensations along the nape of his neck interrupt Toby’s pleasant descent into postcoital oblivion. Eventually, he whispers, “What are you doing?”
“Didja ever notice how your hair curls up when it starts gettin’ long? I take a curl between my fingers, straighten it out. But when I let go, POP!, it curls up again. It’s fascinatin’. I could do this all night.”
“I’m not some toy for you to play with,” grunts Toby.
Chris suddenly stops. “If you say so,” he snickers.
Toby’s skin crawls as he imagines the Cheshire cat-like grin on Chris’s face.
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Prompt: shadow, fromlisacali
(Keller, Stabler)
Word Count: 233
Chris quickly jammed the door into the visitors’ bathroom shut. He leaned over the unconscious figure on the floor and stared at the man’s face. The rumors that had been circulating throughout Unit B all morning were true—it was as if his own shadow had come to life.
He shed his clothes and began to undress his unsuspecting twin, but paused in surprise when he saw the gun. Then, a badge. Handcuffs. A wallet. Photo ID. A little cash. Car keys.
Chris couldn’t believe that his desperate, haphazard plan had yielded such a jackpot. He began to wonder if the cop’s visit to Oz was part of God’s grand plan to provide him with the means to start over.
A short while later, Chris sauntered into the interview room. An attractive brunette looked at him in concern. “Elliot? You alright? You were gone a long time.”
“I’m not feeling well. I wanna get outta here,” he growled.
Chris worked hard to contain his excitement as Olivia guided him out of Oz, managing a brief wave of thanks as she dropped him off at his car.
His heart and dick combined forces, propelling him toward his next destination. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized the hard part was over. Surely, convincing Toby that Holly and Harry were going to love living in Mexico was going to be easy by comparison.
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Prompt: stopped believing in Santa, fromellu_ellu
(McManus, Murphy)
Word Count: 146
Sean hopped off his bike and sat down next to Timmy. Timmy hadn't looked this sad since last Christmas when he had stopped believing in Santa.
Sean draped his arm around Timmy's shoulders. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I tried to convince the other kids that we should combine the boys' club with the girls' club. I tried to explain that there would be less fighting and more fun if we all played together. No one was interested."
"Aw, Timbo, it was a nice idea," Sean reassured him.
"Linda even called me a poophead."
Sean bristled. He mentally made a note to have a word with Linda later. "Don't listen to her. Don't listen to any of 'em. You and me are what matters."
"I just want to make the world a better place."
"Someday, Timmy, you will. And I'll be there by your side to help."
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Prompt: coward, frommazephoenix
(McManus, Glynn)
Word Count: 132
“Look, Leo, I’m no coward, but I’m not going in there!” Tim breathlessly exclaimed. “I’m telling you, that storage closet is haunted! Everyone keeps hearing voices of people who’ve died in there. Zabitz, Barlog, Winthrop… Who knew there were so many?!”
“Alright, alright!” Leo picked up the phone. “I’ll take care of it.”
McManus looked at him quizzically. “Who ya gonna call?”
“Ghostbusters!” Leo answered. “My cousin works for them. They’re expensive, though.”
“Doesn’t matter! Just get rid of those ghosts!”
Hours later, Winston Zeddemore dumped his proton pack in the middle of Leo’s office. “We’re all set, cuz. They bought the whole act. I’ll give you your 30% after the check from the state clears.”
“I knew those secret tape recordings of the prisoners would come in handy someday,” Leo chuckled.
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Prompt: as he was pushed to his knees, fromcatheights
(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 255
Chris abruptly broke their kiss, and Toby groaned as he was pushed to his knees. He eagerly undid the fly on Chris’s pants and pulled them down. He began to guide Chris's erect cock toward his mouth, but Chris pulled back.
“No, not yet,” Chris moaned. “First, talk dirty to me.”
Oh, shit, thought Toby in panic. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Frantically, he reacted to something in his immediate line of vision.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I love your butterfly tattoo. It’s so, uh, fanciful.”
The absolute stillness and silence above him caused Toby to look up. Chris was glaring at him with a bemused expression on his face.
“You think my tattoo is 'fanciful'?”
In despair, Toby noticed the softening of the appendage in his hand. He swallowed and searched his brain for words. “Maybe not fanciful. Exotic? Yes, it’s EXOTIC.”
“I guess that Harvard education ain’t good for much,” muttered Chris. “All you got for me is ‘exotic’ and ‘fanciful’? I could express myself better than that back in high school. I bet all your FANCY-pants lawyer buddies used to destroy you in court.”
Something snapped inside Toby. “Listen, you cocksucking motherfucker,” he hissed. “I could mop the goddamn courtroom floor with those pansy-assed bitches while assholes like you cowered in fear and begged for mercy. Fuck you! In fact, maybe I will before the night’s over.”
To Toby's surprise, he could feel Chris's dick hardening again.
"Ahhh.... see?" Chris sighed. "That's more like it."
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Prompt: rebel, fromdustandroses
(Beecher/Marion)
Word Count: 100
Toby selected the necktie with the garish tie-dyed pattern. "How about this one?"
Marion giggled in that annoying way that had once seemed so cute.
"Oh, Tobias, you're such a rebel," she teased.
Images flashed before Toby's eyes. Shattered glass. The hole. Spray from a fire extinguisher. Robson's bloody dick. Razor-sharp fingernails. The cage.
"Yeah, that's me."
Marion took the tie away from him, handing him a solid blue one instead. "Remember, all your old country-club friends will be there."
Toby felt his world flip....
Instinctively, he decided to pick up those drugs for Bonnie after all.
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Prompt: he knows the game now, fromdragontara
(Cyril & Ryan O'Reily, Murphy)
Word Count: 230
Cyril watched with interest as Ryan tapped the hammer against the rods in the foosball table. "You're only bending the rods for the red team," he observed.
"That's because Murphy always takes blue."
"You're trying to help Officer Murphy win the championship game? Why?"
"He just started playing a couple weeks ago. It's only fair to give him a little edge."
"But he knows the game now. Isn't that cheating?"
"Look, Cyril. Murphy deserves that tournament prize of extra vacation time. At least, more'n anybody else. Besides, us Irish look out for each other."
Cyril's face brightened. "And it's almost St. Patrick's Day!"
"Yeah! But this is a secret, right? Don't tell anyone. Not any other prisoners, not any staff, and certainly not Murphy. Got it?"
Cyril solemnly answered, "You have my word as an Irishman."
Ryan grinned.
*******
Ryan picked up their mail and shuffled through it. He stopped when he saw the postcard with the bright green 4-leaf clover on the front. Flipping it over, he looked at the postmark: County Kerry, Ireland. He showed the postcard to Cyril.
"Isn't Officer Murphy in Ireland on his big vacation?" Cyril whispered.
Ryan nodded. He read aloud all that was written on the back: "Luck comes in many forms."
Cyril looked at Ryan, confused. "What does that mean?"
Shaking his head, Ryan laughed. "I think it's Irish for Thank You."
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Prompt: gossip, fromcatheights (Note: a continuation of her drabble, which was a continuation of my "shadow" drabble)
(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 100
Toby jumped onto the sandy Zihuatanejo beach and docked their boat. The man he now called Elliot (except during intimate moments when rendered senseless) unloaded the day's catch. Toby watched in amusement as Chris chatted with local authorities, potential adversaries transformed by his charms into protectors. If there was ever gossip about American fugitives, they’d know.
Toby relished the contentment etched on Chris’s face. Only under cover of darkness did his insecurities occasionally emerge, softly asking Toby if he ever regretted his decision. Toby always answered “No,” but it wasn't just to keep their demons away. It was the truth.
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Prompt: quiet, fromiskra667 (Note: a continuation of her drabble)
(Beecher/Keller, Holly)
Word Count: 142
Holly watched Chris walk upstairs. He was quiet, and she liked that.
Accepting Chris had been surprisingly easy. The harrowing events that defined Holly's life demanded that she be flexible; otherwise, she would have broken into pieces long ago. Her existence depended on her ability to adapt, and she was good at it. Nevertheless, she had never gotten used to it, hoping each necessary adjustment would be the last.
Holly suspected that Chris felt the same way after observing the way he interacted with her father: not just waiting on him, but waiting for him as well. Now that he finally had what he needed, he never wanted to let go.
Others had worried that Chris would drive a wedge between Holly and her father, but she knew better. Instead, he was the anchor that would keep him from drifting away again.
oz_wishing_well My contribution to the tree consisted of nine drabbles (three of which were "true" 100-word drabbles), which I am re-posting here in this entry.The tree was great fun, and everyone's drabbles were so good--creative, well-written, and (in some cases) extremely hot, LOL. I absolutely love this fandom and the people in it, and I'm looking forward to the next challenge, coming up soon!
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Prompt: skin crawl, from
lunadesangre(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 100
Repeated tickling and pulling sensations along the nape of his neck interrupt Toby’s pleasant descent into postcoital oblivion. Eventually, he whispers, “What are you doing?”
“Didja ever notice how your hair curls up when it starts gettin’ long? I take a curl between my fingers, straighten it out. But when I let go, POP!, it curls up again. It’s fascinatin’. I could do this all night.”
“I’m not some toy for you to play with,” grunts Toby.
Chris suddenly stops. “If you say so,” he snickers.
Toby’s skin crawls as he imagines the Cheshire cat-like grin on Chris’s face.
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Prompt: shadow, from
lisacali(Keller, Stabler)
Word Count: 233
Chris quickly jammed the door into the visitors’ bathroom shut. He leaned over the unconscious figure on the floor and stared at the man’s face. The rumors that had been circulating throughout Unit B all morning were true—it was as if his own shadow had come to life.
He shed his clothes and began to undress his unsuspecting twin, but paused in surprise when he saw the gun. Then, a badge. Handcuffs. A wallet. Photo ID. A little cash. Car keys.
Chris couldn’t believe that his desperate, haphazard plan had yielded such a jackpot. He began to wonder if the cop’s visit to Oz was part of God’s grand plan to provide him with the means to start over.
A short while later, Chris sauntered into the interview room. An attractive brunette looked at him in concern. “Elliot? You alright? You were gone a long time.”
“I’m not feeling well. I wanna get outta here,” he growled.
Chris worked hard to contain his excitement as Olivia guided him out of Oz, managing a brief wave of thanks as she dropped him off at his car.
His heart and dick combined forces, propelling him toward his next destination. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized the hard part was over. Surely, convincing Toby that Holly and Harry were going to love living in Mexico was going to be easy by comparison.
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Prompt: stopped believing in Santa, from
ellu_ellu(McManus, Murphy)
Word Count: 146
Sean hopped off his bike and sat down next to Timmy. Timmy hadn't looked this sad since last Christmas when he had stopped believing in Santa.
Sean draped his arm around Timmy's shoulders. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I tried to convince the other kids that we should combine the boys' club with the girls' club. I tried to explain that there would be less fighting and more fun if we all played together. No one was interested."
"Aw, Timbo, it was a nice idea," Sean reassured him.
"Linda even called me a poophead."
Sean bristled. He mentally made a note to have a word with Linda later. "Don't listen to her. Don't listen to any of 'em. You and me are what matters."
"I just want to make the world a better place."
"Someday, Timmy, you will. And I'll be there by your side to help."
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Prompt: coward, from
mazephoenix(McManus, Glynn)
Word Count: 132
“Look, Leo, I’m no coward, but I’m not going in there!” Tim breathlessly exclaimed. “I’m telling you, that storage closet is haunted! Everyone keeps hearing voices of people who’ve died in there. Zabitz, Barlog, Winthrop… Who knew there were so many?!”
“Alright, alright!” Leo picked up the phone. “I’ll take care of it.”
McManus looked at him quizzically. “Who ya gonna call?”
“Ghostbusters!” Leo answered. “My cousin works for them. They’re expensive, though.”
“Doesn’t matter! Just get rid of those ghosts!”
Hours later, Winston Zeddemore dumped his proton pack in the middle of Leo’s office. “We’re all set, cuz. They bought the whole act. I’ll give you your 30% after the check from the state clears.”
“I knew those secret tape recordings of the prisoners would come in handy someday,” Leo chuckled.
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Prompt: as he was pushed to his knees, from
catheights(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 255
Chris abruptly broke their kiss, and Toby groaned as he was pushed to his knees. He eagerly undid the fly on Chris’s pants and pulled them down. He began to guide Chris's erect cock toward his mouth, but Chris pulled back.
“No, not yet,” Chris moaned. “First, talk dirty to me.”
Oh, shit, thought Toby in panic. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Frantically, he reacted to something in his immediate line of vision.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I love your butterfly tattoo. It’s so, uh, fanciful.”
The absolute stillness and silence above him caused Toby to look up. Chris was glaring at him with a bemused expression on his face.
“You think my tattoo is 'fanciful'?”
In despair, Toby noticed the softening of the appendage in his hand. He swallowed and searched his brain for words. “Maybe not fanciful. Exotic? Yes, it’s EXOTIC.”
“I guess that Harvard education ain’t good for much,” muttered Chris. “All you got for me is ‘exotic’ and ‘fanciful’? I could express myself better than that back in high school. I bet all your FANCY-pants lawyer buddies used to destroy you in court.”
Something snapped inside Toby. “Listen, you cocksucking motherfucker,” he hissed. “I could mop the goddamn courtroom floor with those pansy-assed bitches while assholes like you cowered in fear and begged for mercy. Fuck you! In fact, maybe I will before the night’s over.”
To Toby's surprise, he could feel Chris's dick hardening again.
"Ahhh.... see?" Chris sighed. "That's more like it."
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Prompt: rebel, from
dustandroses(Beecher/Marion)
Word Count: 100
Toby selected the necktie with the garish tie-dyed pattern. "How about this one?"
Marion giggled in that annoying way that had once seemed so cute.
"Oh, Tobias, you're such a rebel," she teased.
Images flashed before Toby's eyes. Shattered glass. The hole. Spray from a fire extinguisher. Robson's bloody dick. Razor-sharp fingernails. The cage.
"Yeah, that's me."
Marion took the tie away from him, handing him a solid blue one instead. "Remember, all your old country-club friends will be there."
Toby felt his world flip....
Instinctively, he decided to pick up those drugs for Bonnie after all.
_________________
Prompt: he knows the game now, from
dragontara(Cyril & Ryan O'Reily, Murphy)
Word Count: 230
Cyril watched with interest as Ryan tapped the hammer against the rods in the foosball table. "You're only bending the rods for the red team," he observed.
"That's because Murphy always takes blue."
"You're trying to help Officer Murphy win the championship game? Why?"
"He just started playing a couple weeks ago. It's only fair to give him a little edge."
"But he knows the game now. Isn't that cheating?"
"Look, Cyril. Murphy deserves that tournament prize of extra vacation time. At least, more'n anybody else. Besides, us Irish look out for each other."
Cyril's face brightened. "And it's almost St. Patrick's Day!"
"Yeah! But this is a secret, right? Don't tell anyone. Not any other prisoners, not any staff, and certainly not Murphy. Got it?"
Cyril solemnly answered, "You have my word as an Irishman."
Ryan grinned.
*******
Ryan picked up their mail and shuffled through it. He stopped when he saw the postcard with the bright green 4-leaf clover on the front. Flipping it over, he looked at the postmark: County Kerry, Ireland. He showed the postcard to Cyril.
"Isn't Officer Murphy in Ireland on his big vacation?" Cyril whispered.
Ryan nodded. He read aloud all that was written on the back: "Luck comes in many forms."
Cyril looked at Ryan, confused. "What does that mean?"
Shaking his head, Ryan laughed. "I think it's Irish for Thank You."
_________________
Prompt: gossip, from
catheights (Note: a continuation of her drabble, which was a continuation of my "shadow" drabble)(Beecher/Keller)
Word Count: 100
Toby jumped onto the sandy Zihuatanejo beach and docked their boat. The man he now called Elliot (except during intimate moments when rendered senseless) unloaded the day's catch. Toby watched in amusement as Chris chatted with local authorities, potential adversaries transformed by his charms into protectors. If there was ever gossip about American fugitives, they’d know.
Toby relished the contentment etched on Chris’s face. Only under cover of darkness did his insecurities occasionally emerge, softly asking Toby if he ever regretted his decision. Toby always answered “No,” but it wasn't just to keep their demons away. It was the truth.
_________________
Prompt: quiet, from
iskra667 (Note: a continuation of her drabble)(Beecher/Keller, Holly)
Word Count: 142
Holly watched Chris walk upstairs. He was quiet, and she liked that.
Accepting Chris had been surprisingly easy. The harrowing events that defined Holly's life demanded that she be flexible; otherwise, she would have broken into pieces long ago. Her existence depended on her ability to adapt, and she was good at it. Nevertheless, she had never gotten used to it, hoping each necessary adjustment would be the last.
Holly suspected that Chris felt the same way after observing the way he interacted with her father: not just waiting on him, but waiting for him as well. Now that he finally had what he needed, he never wanted to let go.
Others had worried that Chris would drive a wedge between Holly and her father, but she knew better. Instead, he was the anchor that would keep him from drifting away again.
