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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme



the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.


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hope this is ok..... . . . .

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ They get out by the skin of their teeth.

They tend to get out by the skin of their teeth, granted, but this time was cutting it ridiculously close.

After the mess with Grun, after collecting their reward money, work sort of goes back to normal for the Guardians. Well, the Guardians plus Alec Brennan, because the distinction apparently still needs to be made, even if Peter is making an effort to incorporate Alec more into their ranks. Because he’s trying now, when before he was really only expending half-effort, offering lip service, which wasn’t fair. But Peter had only realized that after killing Grun, after sitting with Alec in yet another hospital, surrounded by beeping machinery and the quiet hum of voices down the hall.

Peter hadn’t been acting fair, but considering who he is, what he was raised to be, being fair wasn’t exactly in his usual standard procedure.

But he’s trying now. Mostly. Sometimes he still slips up, lets his words grow more thorns than he means them to, but he’s quick to offer a mumbled apology or a murmured, “Ignore that.” He’s not being nicer to Alec, exactly, but he’s making a more concerted effort to treat him the same way he treats everyone else – which sometimes still leaves quite a bit to be desired, but at least Alec is more like “one of the guys” than an obligation. A burden.

And now that they’re not at each other’s throats, now that they’re at least allowing themselves to slightly lean into this whole bonded thing – not dive into it; never that – they find they get along.

Which leads to now. Getting out by the skin of their teeth. Which starts by sneaking into a weapons manufacturing facility. Which means letting Alec and Rocket hack their way into their systems, bring up a list of buyers – because the place was selling to some shady fucking assholes, and they needed that dirt. And it all goes well until an employee happens to wander in, spots the strange assortment that is the Guardians, sees the unconscious men at their feet—

And screams bloody murder.

They dump all the info they can into data sticks and fight the rest of the way out. But being in a weapons plant means there are a whole lot of fucking people armed to the fucking teeth, just by virtue of picking up a finished product and going to fucking town.

It’s rough, getting out, but they manage it, and are only slightly singed in the process. When they make it to the safety of the Milano, when Peter guns the engines and lurches the ship into a barrel roll to avoid the anti-aircraft gunfire, when they break atmo and fucking punch it— Drax laughs like the maniac he is. To Peter's left, Gamora grumbles something as she runs a hand down her face, but looks largely pleased. Peter whoops with triumph, and turns to look over his shoulder, taking stock of the team.

His gaze falls on Alec first, and without thinking, Peter grins.

So they got what they came for. So they lived, when things went pear shaped. In all, it was a pretty good day, and no one that Peter cared about was hurt or killed.

Naturally, this calls for drinks.



They make their way to the nearest station, find their way to an acceptably shitty bar, and get gloriously shitfaced.

Rocket immediately absconds to find the closest assholes gambling, and Drax and Gamora stand together at the bar to discuss whatever it is they discuss. Blade maintenance, or something, as best as Peter can figure. He and Alec sit together at a booth, side by side, their legs brushing with every movement. Peter sits with his legs stretched out, eating up space, the elbow of his outside arm resting on the top of the couch's back, his glass dangling from his fingers. The booze has left him relaxed, warm; he's always tended to be a happy drunk, in his experience, the kind of drunk where the concept of personal bubbles became a little fuzzy. He's teetering on that boundary between tipsy and actually drunk, knows it's only a hop and a skip to Jesus you're fucked up, Quill, but for now, he's still mostly coherent.

With his free hand, he abruptly reaches for Alec's sleeve, the movements a little looser than normal, and he tugs it up a little to reveal the first dark band of his tattoos.

Without preamble, ]


This is your magic, right? Spells, or whatever?

[ The words only run together a little. He taps his forefinger against the first band he sees, closest to Alec's wrist. ]

Which one's this?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-17 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alec has learned that with the Guardians, nothing is ever easy. The wizard has always been a planer, exceedingly meticulous in how he organizes his jobs and how he executes them.

The Guardians... well, they seem to fly by the seat of their pants almost as a rule, and no matter how well they seem to plan things out, shit always manages to find a way to hit the fan. Sometimes in small ways, things fall apart thanks to the human element (or raccoon element, or... Drax element, as the case may be) and they have to do some improvising.

This last job, however, had blown up in their faces quite spectacularly. Far too many close calls to count- Alec had been certain at several points that his shield wouldn't be able to absorb many more bullets- and when they escape, it's only barely. Once the ship breaks atmosphere, the giddy relief and last dregs of adrenaline makes him grin broadly, the sensation of relief and happiness buzzing through his threads to Peter, noticeable even though they still keep themselves somewhat closed off.

It's good to be alive, he thinks. And something in him warms to have Peter smile at him like that.



As they often do after their hard-earned victories, they find the shadiest fucking bar in existence to celebrate. Alec doesn't mind- seedy, dingy bars are a staple for a man of his work- though he tends not to imbibe quite as heavily as the others do. He'll have a beer or two, or whatever passes for beer on the ass-end of the galaxy, but being meticulous means he tends not to let himself go too far.

Still, it's hard not to relax with the warmth of Peter pressed next to him, a lazy, loose sort of contentment seeping through their link like syrup, slow and sweet. He doesn't flinch away when Peter tugs his sleeve up. Doesn't even seem bothered, really. They're beyond completely falling apart over every little touch, but that doesn't mean the contact doesn't make something in him sing pleasantly. ]


That one? Animation- the kind of magic that moves inanimate objects. That spell is designed to spring the locks on handcuffs. I've got one on the other wrist too.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-17 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the tattoos the way they are, solid blocks of black meant to conceal the special characters – the rune? symbol? whatever – that comprise the spells, Peter can't actually see the spell itself, but he looks over the band, all the same.

The explanation, though, makes him snort. ]


You've seriously got spells just to get out of cuffs?

Jesus. How often were you getting arrested, dude?

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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-17 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn’t. Because I could always get out of the handcuffs.

[ In truth, Alec is a paranoid bastard on top of being meticulous to a fault. He wants to be prepared for every eventuality, and making a living as a merc-slash-information broker-slash-thief meant that cops were going to factor in at least once. ]

And before you bring up the fact that you found me in the drunk tank, it wasn’t worth the effort of getting out.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-17 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His mouth had opened to remind Alec of just that, and when Alec interrupts him, Peter makes a face. ]

It wasn’t worth the effort.

[ A passable impression, though with the pinched expression, the derision in his voice, not a particularly flattering one. He points at Alec with his outside hand, something accusatory, and the movement brings his drink dangerously close to sloshing over the lip of the glass. ]

You know, you’re allowed to say thank you for us doing you that favor. Like, “Gosh, Star-Lord, it was so nice of you to go through all that trouble to spring me, after I got my ass caught and tossed into jail. It was super impressive and kind of sexy, the way you stormed in.”

Like that.

[ And he takes a sedate sip from his glass. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-17 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Whenever Peter impersonates him, Alec is always reminded of two things: what a damn impressive actor Peter is, and what a damn insufferable man-child Peter is.

It’s a bit of dichotomy that way, but then again Peter Quill was just kind of maddening like that anyway.

He makes a face of his own. ]


Breaking me out of a shitty-ass prison in bumfuck nowhere is neither impressive nor sexy, Quill.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-17 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
This, comin’ from the guy who was thrown into that shitty-ass prison in bumfuck nowhere.

[ Peter snorts, his nose wrinkling again before he takes another sip. Then, cheerfully, ]

So, you’re welcome, Brennan. It was all in a good day’s work.

[ And apparently they’re moving on with the conversation – or at least Peter’s done with it – because he tugs Alec’s sleeve further up, taps his forefinger against the next dark band. ]

What’s that one, then?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-18 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ He makes a show of rolling his eyes, but ultimately he decides it's not an argument worth having. Alec "plans literally everything" Brennan would be wasting his breath trying to explain just why, in the moment, going with the crowd, acting the part of drunk asshole, was a better plan than trying to bust out to Peter "12% of a plan" Quill.

Peter apparently decides to move on as well, and taps a finger on the next tattoo, edging dangerously close to the spot where the red band around Alec's arm lay concealed. ]


That's my taser. The lightning spell.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Some days, Peter thinks he has the memory of where Alec’s red band lies on his arm, thinks he has the memory burned straight into his mind.

But when he focuses, when he really tries to remember where it is, he finds he doesn’t quite recall. Alec had only given Peter a glimpse of it before he hid both of their rings away, had yanked up his sleeve while Peter was in the middle of a near blinding rage, a choking sense of panic, and it sure as hell didn’t help that Peter got fucking trashed almost immediately after that.

He knows it’s on the left arm, but he can never quite remember where it falls. Between the first and second tattoo? Between the second and third? Higher? Lower? Does it overlap with a spell, and he just couldn’t see at the time because of the ink? He knows at least that even invisible as it is, Alec will still feel it when Peter brushes across it.

Firsthand experience, after all.

So as Peter’s tapping on the tattoos, he’s watching Alec’s face, looking for some sort of tell, trying his best to not make it obvious that he’s observing him. Sort of half-listening, because the idea of magic still fascinates him, but the booze means Peter will likely flunk a quiz on this, come tomorrow. When he moves to the next dark band, his fingers ghost across the blank patch of skin, come to rest on the third ring.

Blithely, ]
How ‘bout that one?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-18 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looking back on it, he probably should have realized what Peter was up to much sooner, the asshole, but his own mark goes forgotten so much of the time that it doesn't even occur to him until Peter's fingers brush over it.

Peter doesn't have to look hard for a tell, because Alec is in no way subtle about it, caught off guard as he is.

His eyes widen and his pulse jumps as that contact ignites sparks in his chest. Makes him warm and content and sets him ablaze all at once. It's there and gone quickly, and the loss makes him dizzy. He shoots peter a look. ]


You asshole.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's uncalled for.

[ With an air of innocence.

But he had seen it, the way Alec's eyes widened, heard that little hitch in his breath. Even felt an echo of it, surging and waning in the span of a second, achingly, maddeningly familiar.

Gotcha, he thinks, making his expression as bland as possible. ]


That's the treatment I get for trying to get to know you better? I thought we were past all this— [ he adopts something of Alec's diction ]I'm a fortress, Quill. The less you know about me, the better bullshit.
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-18 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alec just. Gives him the flattest look.

Of course. Of course Peter is going to be impossible about the whole thing. Alec wouldn't be surprised if he just kept it up to drive Alec crazy, playing the innocence card the whole time.

(It's payback, to be sure, for the times that Alec has brushed his fingers over that band around Peter's neck, traced it with his tongue and with his teeth.

The memories, and that echo of sparking heat makes something very much like want curl up from his belly, but he tamps it down. Shuts it away. Like hell is he letting Peter win this so easily.) ]


That's not what I meant, and you know it.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
I really don't.

[ That same benign sort of look, and he sips from his drink – some reddish liquor, bittersweet like the cherry-flavored medicine he used to drink as a kid, and strong. It's his third of the evening, and he'll likely go for a fourth, soon enough. ]

You gonna answer my question?

[ A demonstrative tap on the third band from Alec's wrist. ]

Or do you wanna tell me more about this one?

[ And his fingers glide back down to the second tattoo. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-18 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's ready for it this time, at least, and though the contact still sends sparks though his veins, makes his heart hammer against his ribcage, he does a better job of downplaying it. He sucks in a quick, quiet breath through his nose, tries his best to keep his expression flat. ]

You skipped one, actually.

[ And he sets his drink down to wave his free hand over his other arm, and that red band blinks back into being, bright in contrast to the black bands of his tattoos. If Peter's going to fuck with him, at least let him willfully admit he's fucking with him. No more of this playing innocent crap. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-18 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Busted.

But rather than look guilty, Peter grins before feigning a look of surprise. ]


When the hell did that get there?

[ The whole soulmate thing grates a little less, these days. The weight of it all is still terrifying, sure, still makes something icy prickle in his lungs, but it doesn't send him into a panicky fit anymore.

Because it has its uses, has its perks, and Peter is willing to admit that. ]


Okay, then. [ And instead of tapping his forefinger against it, Peter rests his hand on Alec's arm, keeping the sleeve tucked away, runs his thumb over the band. ] What's this do?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-19 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sees that grin, he sees it and knows exactly what Peter is up to, the asshole.

But Alec has never been one for playing fair, he fights dirty as a rule just because it's always his aim to win and he doesn't care how.

So Peter brushes his thumb over the mark on Alec's arm, and Alec throws the doors wide open. He lets every burst of pleasure, every spark of molten heat flow through their connection uninhibited. He lets Peter feel the slow, smoky curl of want that rises in his chest. ]


I think you know.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-19 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ He had expected Alec to retaliate, of course. Or just, you know, bitch at him or something. Yank his arm away and tell Peter to fuck off. Throw his drink in Peter's face and tell him to fuck off. Just straight up tell him to fuck off.

Peter hadn't expected him to retaliate like this.

That flood of warmth, the shower of sparks, the dark stirrings of something deep in his gut, and the feel of it all, the onslaught of it, makes Peter suck in a sharp, startled breath.

He should probably be more put out about Alec dropping the barriers on him, should probably back off from the edge of this cliff before they drive each other insane, but instead, Peter just laughs, soft and warm. Maybe it's the booze, or maybe it's the dregs of adrenaline from their earlier getaway, or maybe time and proximity has made this easy, but whatever the case— ]


Yeah, guess I do.

[ And a smile curls Peter's lips. ]

I think that one might be my favorite.
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ They keep walking this line, teetering on this edge, and allowing themselves to get closer and closer to plummeting over. But oddly, it's a line he doesn't mind walking.

He's not sure why, exactly, because there was a time when just looking at that band on his arm would terrify him. It was too big, too unknown, and had lived far too long without depending on others to be tied to someone now.

This could have started better- much better- but Alec finds himself settling nicely into the way they've eased into this. He and Peter fall into bed together a lot these days, though they don't really talk about what that means, and half the time one of them has already gone back to their own bunk by morning. Sometimes, though, they wake tangled together. Sometimes Peter smiles at him, like he is right now, and it makes something in his chest tighten. ]


Oh, you think so? I think you just like getting a rise out of me.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-19 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He offers a bright little hum, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. ]

Can you blame me? You make it so easy.

[ Alec is a line of warmth against his side, and Peter keeps his hand just where it is against his arm, though he doesn't stroke along the red ring again. Instead, he finishes off the last of his drink, grimaces at the burn it leaves on the back of his tongue, down his throat. ]

Man, that tastes like shit.

[ He peers at the empty glass mournfully for a second, before depositing it on the table in front of them. ]

I'm gonna get another one. [ Despite his earlier protest. ] You want another anything?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-19 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They both get a rise out of each other more often than not, but lately it's much less... genuinely infuriating. They needle each other, get under each other's skin, but there's no actual vitriol to it.

Alec realizes that slamming his barriers down may have been a mistake, because with Peter pressed next to him, his hand on his arm, he's warm and content and that coil of want still twists in his chest, lazily drifting like smoke.

He could put the walls back up- he should- but he can't bring himself to summon up the effort. Instead he turns a little, leaning in to press his lips against Peter's, licking past his lips to taste the alcohol on his tongue. ]


You're right. It does taste like shit.

[ Said with a grimace, though he only barely breaks the kiss to say it, lips still brushing Peter's. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-19 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh.

Peter inhales sharply, surprised, when Alec kisses him, though he only resists for half a second before relaxing into it. His lips part, letting Alec lick into his mouth, and the brush of their tongues draws a soft, barely voiced exhale from him.

When Alec pulls away, Peter breathes out a laugh. ]


I did try to tell you.

[ It's dangerous, the way they've been teetering like this, not quite giving in, not quite giving up, trying so damn hard to treat this like it's just— fun. It's a whole lot more than that, though, and Peter knows it. Because this thing between them is heavy, bears a significance that Peter can't bring himself to examine too closely, but—

For now. This. This is alright.

Peter returns the favor, kissing Alec, tongue darting over Alec's lower lip, into his mouth. And his thumb brushes lightly across the red band on Alec's forearm. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He murmurs his approval as Peter kisses him again, his tongue slipping past Alec's lips, bringing that faint bitter taste of alcohol back into his mouth.

Then Peter's thumb brushes over his band, and that coil of want sparks dangerously, nearly igniting as a wave of pleasure rolls through him. He doesn't bother to disguise the way he groans into Peter's mouth, low and breathless. ]


You keep that up and we're gonna have to get out of here.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter grins against Alec's lips, drinking in that sound he makes. ]

And that [ dryly, without much conviction ] would surely be a tragedy.

I mean— [ And Peter pulls away, ducking lower to press his lips against Alec's neck, just below his jaw. ] —who'd wanna leave a place as classy as this?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-20 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out another little hum, angling his head to give Peter better access to his neck. He's slowly sliding out of control what with the way Peter keeps teasing him, making his heart hammer in his chest and heat spread through his veins. ]

Me. [ A little strained, a little breathless. ] I do.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-20 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles softly against Alec's neck. ]

Yeah?

[ Low, dark, breathy. He runs his teeth along Alec's pulse point, a light scrape smoothed away by a lick of his tongue, a gentle press of his lips. He pulls away after that, a sharp edge to his smile. ]

And I want another drink.

[ He gives Alec's hand a gentle little pat as he pulls back entirely. ]

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