taylorgibbs | May unwritten MEME post--prompts complete!

May unwritten MEME post--prompts complete!

Well, even though I didn't do a stellar job on April's post, I do tend to fill these, even if they are late, so here's a May post. I have vague hopes that despite a crazy month, I can do some writing. Make sure to track the post to get the updates, as I tend to do these in chunks ;)

I'm keeping all the April entries in their own entry, so shoot me new prompts. I'm taking only 10 this month, max 2 per person.

Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or, knowing me, a few paragraphs, a page, or a promise of a much longer fic Lol!

I'm taking 10 prompts for now. Anything prompted in the previous post is a bonus. This will be a link to the master post. Blue entries are complete. Black still pending :) Prompts are now closed.

A few rules.

I'll write NCIS, CSINY (first 3 seasons only), It Takes a Thief, Chicago Hope, light crossovers with various shows/book series (send me a PM or just prompt and I'll yea or nay ya), original fic.

No rape fic, no child abuse, no promptor insertion fics, no overt abuse by hero character. No sequels to other people's stories. No sneak peeks of commissioned fics. No duplicate or very similar prompts. No characters having sexual and/or romantic bonds with anyone under 18. No RPF/RPS.

Please make sure prompts are simple and easy to meet in a few hundred words. If your prompt is a paragraph or more longer, or has many plot points, it isn't likely to be able to be met in this format.

Het, gen, slash prompts welcome. AU, paranormal welcome. Just please no Tony/Ziva, Stella/Mac, Danny/Lindsay, or Gibbs/Jenny. These aren't pairings I'm able to write. Please no wildly OOC prompts. No pregnancy or MPREG prompts, no crossdressing.

If a prompt isn't working for me and/or blocks me, I reserve the right to ask you for a substitute prompt.

Prompt away!

1. Nibble for

gibbsgirlabby Gibbs/DINozzo

Gibbs/Tony and vampires gibbsgirlabby

2. Long Distance for

tejas Gibbs/DiNozzo

Tony/Gibbs Between S5 and S6 - Long distance relationships suck.

3.Playing with Fire for

tejas Gibbs/DiNozzo FRM

Tony/Gibbs Pre-series (but after canon first meeting) - First time.

4. Tale of Two Thieves for

sinfulslasher Gibbs/DiNozzo, slight Xover with White Collar

We all know that Senior really is Alexander Mundy. Or had been in his former life. ;) Which is why he still likes to scam people. Or, ya know, is...inventive in his business endeavors. Whatever. He's trying to be a good, upstanding citizen, especially now that he's working on his relationship with his son. But there's still that itch, that one final heist he never managed to accomplish, most notably because it's a two-man job.

Cue Neal Caffrey entering the scene of brilliant con artists. Senior is positive that they're meant to pull off one major heist, finds Caffrey and convinces him to work with Senior on this one job. (The chance of working with the legendary Alexander Mundy is enough to entice Neal, for sure!)

Will they be successful? Will they get caught? What will Tony (and Gibbs and/or Peter) say/do?

5. Showing for

cin1101 Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs needs Tony to show him how deep his love is - fluff/smut, romance, angst... whichever works best for you :)

6. Princeling for

kaylashay81 Gibbs/DiNozzo pre-slash AU

Once upon a time, there a prince named Anthony who got everything he wanted. But one day, he learned he wanted Gibbs, Captain of the Guard, and the captain didn't give in the way everyone else in his life had. So Anthony set out to learn the way into Gibbs' bed and eventually his heart.

7. A Bet for

sasha1600 Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs showing off at a shooting game at the state fair.

8. Before the Movie for

mundygd Can be read as gen or G/D

More from the story where Tony meets his movie star idol.

9. Second Time for

mundygd Gen or G/D suggested

More from the story where Tony helps Gibbs and the lady in the car accident. Can you show them meeting again?

These two moved to my August list and will be in the August prompts!

Bonus: Oh! I was talking to an non-LJ friend (Rebecca) just a bit ago and she asked me to give you a prompt. If you need to kill one of mine (or delay it til next month) to work this in, that's fine.

Gibbs/Tony Gibbs and Tony find a young man (could be upwards of 30 - your choice) who's being held prisoner somewhere. He's addicted to drugs, but has never been a user before this. The young man is either Senior's son (Tony's half-brother) or Gibbs' son. Tony and Gibbs help him through the aftermath.

Reciprocal bonus for Hawk_soaring, who added a bonus for me last month when I missed her post. Oh-kay... *rubs hands together* *G* ... Sugar Daddy Gibbs and Rent Boy Tony. Gibbs pulls Tony off the streets and "keeps" him. Anyway you want to interpret that. :)

Bonus b-day for

sunsaralyn Fire Inside Gibbs/DiNozzo

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2. tejas Tony/Gibbs Between S5 and S6 - Long distance relationships suck.

He couldn’t quite believe Gibbs was getting so proficient with email. He’d set up—or more likely had McGee set up—a laptop and a Gmail account. His first email had been very much the way Gibbs spoke, in brief bursts, not wasting a word.

But sometime between the first month and the second, Gibbs started to write letters, actual sentences, sometimes even stories about things that had happened at work, how McGee was settling in with cybercrimes, how Langer was so different after his stint in the FBI. They were pages long, rather than a few lines, and Tony saved each one of them.

Tony could almost imagine the scene if they were together, in person. They’d be sitting on the back deck, the summer sun sinking low, beers in hand, Tony’d be staring out into the yard, and Gibbs would start talking.

Sometimes the sentences would be halting, and other times, the words would come easily to Gibbs. They might talk about the Orioles or Yankees, they might talk about work or cases. Or sometimes they might just lapse into a comfortable silence. They’d been together on and off for a while now, and they were comfortable together in all ways.

Tony needed Gibbs, and he had a feeling Gibbs needed him, even if Jethro wouldn’t admit to it. This long-distance thing sucked. He needed to hear Jethro’s voice, the warmth he could never quite hide when they were off the clock.

Tony leaned back in his bunk, a wistful smile on his face. This wouldn’t be forever. Gibbs would bring him home—he’d promised. And Tony trusted him. They wouldn’t be a long distance relationship for much longer.

Tony opened up a document, beginning to write a letter to Jethro. He’d cherish what they had for now and bide his time until they were together again.

Oh, wow! I love it! This is perfect and speaks so well to anyone who's ever been in a long distance relationship. :-)

Thank you. :-)

Thanks so much!!

1. Gibbs/Tony, vampires

Gibbs’ chest heaved and he panted, his fangs lengthening. He and Tony had outrun and taken down a suspect, and Gibbs’ bloodlust had been so high that Tony had allowed him a small bite.

The murderer’s blood had been sour and tainted, but Gibbs hadn’t cared in the heat of the moment. He’d barely wrenched himself away when Tony ordered him to, and even then Tony’d had to yank him off the unconscious man.

“Enough!” Tony said, his voice steely.

Gibbs nodded, his body shaking, his cock a hard, aching, throbbing presence that demanded to be filled.

“Not until we’re back to the Yard,” Tony warned, his eyes flicking down Gibbs’ body. He smirked, his eyes snagging on Gibbs’ crotch. Gibbs couldn’t help punching his hips out, displaying himself to his Sire.

“But then you’re mine.”

“Damn right,” Tony replied, desire and heat flickering in his gaze. He squeezed Gibbs’ ass, and Gibbs groaned. He’d always prided himself on ultimate control, but when Tony had changed him, that had all gone out the window. Gibbs was slowly getting his new urges under control, but the bloodlust was still overwhelming at times.

“Elevator?” Gibbs suggested, as soon as they were back to the Navy Yard. None of the team knew about their sexual or paranormal bond, so they had to be careful. Or as careful as they got. They worked damn hard to nit rock the boat and even Vance hadn’t noticed how sometimes Tony was the only one who could get Gibbs under control.

“Oh yeah,” Tony said in an undertone. “Then you can nibble me to death.”

“And back to life again,” Gibbs replied, watching Tony walk away, the movement of his body, the casual way he turned around and gave Gibbs a scorching look. “Be ready for me.”

“I am.”

---

Gibbs stared at the file, drumming his fingers lightly on the cover. He had to bring this to Tony, and he wasn’t quite sure how to explain. Fornell knew this Peter Burke, had told Gibbs he was on the level.

But how the hell had they uncovered all this mess?

Tony walked in at oh seven hundred and Gibbs nodded just once, collecting the file. “With me,” he said, his voice quiet. The news had come in at twenty two hundred and Gibbs had headed right back to work. He’d been here all night, absorbing the info, all of it, even the parts that seemed too outrageous to be real.

Gibbs had heard about Mundy—he was a legend. The fact that he’d worked for the government had set a precedent that had allowed Caffrey to be sprung. He’d heard about Mundy—but he’d never seen Mundy before.

Not until last night. He’d called Abby in, had her run Mundy’s DNA against two samples they’d already catalogued. It was a perfect match to Senior. Anthony DiNozzo, Tony’s father, was Alexander Mundy.

And he was in FBI custody.

“What is it?” Tony asked, trying not to act worried. But Gibbs knew him better than anyone, and Tony was rattled.

Gibbs waited until they were in the privacy of his pickup truck before replying. “Coffee,” he explained, knowing Tony would understand that was shorthand for the diner. They’d have some privacy there.

Tony jiggled his leg and talked about sports scores—it was clear he was nervous and his mask was slipping. Gibbs felt a small stab of guilt, but he knew there was nobody better to fill Tony in. Sure as hell wasn’t gonna be Fornell—who’d been sympathetic, for Fornell, but it wasn’t the same. And Burke didn’t know Tony. Gibbs looked out for hisboy—always.

They walked in and Gibbs sat down, ordering coffee and a couple eggs. “Get something,” he urged DiNozzo. It was gonna be a long day.

After they ordered, Gibbs rested his hand on the file. “DiNozzo, you ever hear of Alexander Mundy?” Gibbs studied Tony’s face for any flicker of recognition or guilt, but there was nothing, just mild curiosity.

“Yeah, jewel thief, right? He worked for the government? Really good at disguises and undercover work.”

“Yep.” From Tony’s reaction, Gibbs was sure Tony didn’t know. “FBI collared him and a guy named Caffrey last night. They had one point three million in jewels on them, paste copies were left in their place.

“Okay,” Tony said, confusion shining in his green eyes. Gibbs hated doing this, but he had to. He opened up the file, pulling out two mug shots.

“Neal Caffrey,” Gibbs said, putting the first picture down. “And Alexander Mundy. Tony…”

“Dad?” Tony asked, looking from Gibbs to the picture. “You’re telling me my father is Alexander Mundy.” A bunch of emotions flickered across his face—confusion turning to shock and then awareness. Everything in Gibbs wanted to reach across the table and comfort Tony, but he knew the other man wouldn’t accept it in public. There’d be time. Later.

“Yeah.”

“And he’s been arrested?”

“Yeah.” Gibbs reached into the pocket of his sportcoat and placed his flask on the table in front of Tony , resting a fingertip on top of Tony’s hand for only a second.“Take a drink. You need it.”

“Thanks.”

Tony took a gulp of bourbon, wincing. Gibbs stayed quiet until Tony spoke again, being patient as the other man searched for words. “What do we do?”

“Figure it out, together.”

“Together,” Tony echoed, his expression resolute.

3. tejas Tony/Gibbs Pre-series (but after canon first meeting) - First time.

Tony had been worried about Gibbs, but he didn’t say much. Gibbs was too pissed about Blackadder, and even though she’d been sent packing, he’d growled and yelled until after Tony’d filed his reports hours later.

Then he’d gone home, stumbling a little before he reached the elevator. And Tony remembered the blow Gibbs had taken and the fall. Someone really should watch over him, Tony rationalized. Even though Ducky hadn’t seen any signs of concussion.

Tony called in an order of Chinese, and picked up some beer, trying to squelch his worry. What he needed to do was go home, do some laundry, sleep. Instead, he found himself in Alexandria at the mom and pop Chinese place Gibbs loved so much.

Tony didn’t call ahead, didn’t warn Gibbs at all. He just pulled up and let himself in quietly. The shower was running and Gibbs was nowhere to be found, so Tony opened the containers and popped the top on a couple of beers, sitting at the table and waiting for Gibbs.

The shower went off and Tony heard a few footfalls, then Gibbs was coming down the stairs, dressed only in a towel.

A towel?

Oh god! Tony could only stare at the planes of Gibbs’ chest, the six pack—god, he had a six pack! And the blue towel wrapped around his slim hips, the color echoing the ice of Gibbs’ eyes. Bare legs, bare feet. Only a towel.

Oh god! Gibbs was thisclose to naked.

“Go home, DiNozzo.”

“Brought Chinese,” Tony said helpfully, trying not to look, unable to wrench his gaze away.

“Go home,” Gibbs repeated, a growl in his voice now.

“Not with good Chinese to eat,” Tony replied, trying to disarm Gibbs and lightening the mood.

Gibbs grabbed his arm with ninja stealth and speed and Tony suddenly found himself on his feet, pressed against the wall, with Gibbs pinning him there and…

That sure as hell wasn’t a gun pressing against Tony’s very interested body. Gibbs was hard. Oh fuck, Gibbs was hard!

Tony had hoped that he hadn’t misread Gibbs’ interested looks, but he hadn’t allowed himself to think he might have a shot with bossman.

Oh God!

“Get. Out.” There was a growl there, sure, but there was also a breathy quality to Gibbs’ voice.

“No,” Tony replied, barely keeping his voice steady. Gibbs’ torso and hips—and hard dick, no less—were pinning Tony in place, but he had use of his hands and he reached up, pushing palms against Gibbs’ shoulders.

“Playin’ with fire.”

“Italian. Mediterranean complexion. I like getting burned, Gibbs.”

One side of Gibbs’ mouth hitched up in a grin. “Can feel that,” Gibbs allowed, punctuating his words with a hip thrust.

“I…” All intelligent thought drained into Tony’s cock, which waved hello to his new friend.

“You what?” Gibbs asked, a seductive edge to his voice. He began a circling motion against Tony’s cock, rubbing his thigh, his hip.

“Too much! Not enough, Boss…”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

What? Tony never bottomed! Never! So why was he asking…?

Duh, because it was Gibbs.

Tony met Gibbs’ eyes, knowing the other man was probably more aware of his thought processes than himself. Gibbs knew him so damn well, and all of a sudden that irritated Tony.

“What?” he snapped, unable to hide his annoyance.

“Been waitin’ since Baltimore for you to ask that.”

“You have?” Tony gaped.

“Don’t waste good, DiNozzo. And you’re good. I’m gonna see just how good.” Gibbs hand came up, running through Tony’s hair. “Eat first. You’re gonna need that energy.”

“On it, Boss.”

Whooo-BOY! SMOKIN'!!!! I love it! Thank you!

5. cin1101 Gibbs needs Tony to show him how deep his love is - fluff/smut, romance, angst... whichever works best for you :)

“You’re saying…” Tony choked out. “That you need me to show you how much I care, and that’ll help you heal?” Tony asked, incredulous.

“Yeah,” Gibbs managed, wincing. His hand on his thigh loosened and Tony winced as he saw the blood running down his lover’s leg. The sniper had hit Gibbs in the leg twice before Tony had taken him out, but they were in Shenandoah National Forest and there was no cell coverage. And there was no way Gibbs could walk out of here.

Once he was stabilized, Tony planned to run out, get help. But Gibbs wasn’t stabilizing, and Tony was worried.

“Trust me,” Gibbs said, his tone firm, even though he was clearly weakening. The color had drained out of his face, his eyes bluer against his pale skin.

“Okay. If you’re sure…” Tony said finally, leaning in. He and Gibbs had a bond, sure, and they even flirted, but they’d never acted on anything. Until now.

Was it real if it was done like this?

“You have to mean it,” Gibbs said, and Tony realized he was hesitating with his mouth so close to Gibbs that he could taste the other man’s breath and smell something spicy over the metal tang of blood.

“Show me, Tony. Been dancin’ round this too long.”

It no longer mattered that Gibbs needed this—he wanted this. Gibbs wanted this. From Tony. And Tony was going to do his best.

He cupped Gibbs’ head, and Gibbs gave him a slow, lazy smile. Tony’d almost imagine Gibbs hadn’t been shot from that expression. Then Gibbs’ eyes closed slowly, his lips parting, and Tony leaned in.

He didn’t do romance—not normally. But Tony put every ounce of emotion into the kiss, pressing against Gibbs’ moist lips gently, sighing as the other man began to kiss back, his tongue darting out to lick over Tony’s lips.

Tony groaned, leaning in more, deepening the kiss. He infused eleven years of want and need—love and admiration—into the kiss, Gibbs groaning his approval into Tony’s mouth.

When Tony pulled back and opened his eyes, Gibbs’ were hazy and unfocused. Tony glanced down at Gibbs’ thigh, not really expecting any difference in the blood flow. But it had stopped, the wound looking smaller, less raw.

“Wow,” Tony managed, watching skin pulling together. It was impossible—there was no way this was happening—yet he couldn’t look away. In less than five minutes, Gibbs’ wound was closed, the scar tissue angry looking, but intact.

“How…” Tony trailed off, unsure of what to ask next.

“Show ya some time. Let’s get outta here. We have some exploring to do.”

7.sasha1600 Gibbs showing off at a shooting game at the state fair.

Gibbs hated events like this, but one of Tony’s favorite bands was playing at the Fairfax Fair, so he’d reluctantly been dragged along. While Tony ate fried food and sang along to some 1980s music Gibbs vaguely recognized, he wandered over to a shooting game.

The snot-nosed kid looked him up and down. “You wanna play, Grandpa? Think you might be able to score one hit without your glasses?”

Grandpa? Gibbs arched a brow and slapped down a five. “Want to make a side bet?” he asked the kid.

“Sure, fifty says you can’t beat me. I’m a shapeshooter.”

“You’re on!” Gibbs picked up the water gun and waited for the kid to stand next to him. “First one to the top wins?”

“Yeah. Sorry you’re gonna lose.”

The kid hit a buzzer and the game started, but Gibbs was ready, firing a steam of water into a clown’s mouth, advancing his token to the finish line seconds before the kid.

“Beginner’s luck. Best three out of five?”

“You’re outclassed, kid. My Marine is one of the best,” Tony said from behind Gibbs. “Now about that fifty…”

OMG! That was awesome!

OMG! I loved it!

*sporfle*

a *water* gun???

LOLOLOL

Thanks!

Yep LOL! Hope you liked!

YAY! :) Glad you enjoyed!

Thanks, hon :)

*giggle*

*nods*

*giggle*

This was amazing too!

Guh. And yay for dominate!tony!!!!!

I just starting watching white collar, so I am loving the idea of this story. :)

I really, really loved this one!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, nice! \o/

Though you really can't stop here! Come on! We need to know what happens next! We need to see how Senior and Neal con their way out of their predicament!!! LOL!

Gimme more!!! *makes grabby hands*

So TG totally needs to write more in this 'verse, doesn't she? *nodnod*

Yup. Don't ever waste good Chinese food!

Also?

“Playin’ with fire.”

“Italian. Mediterranean complexion. I like getting burned, Gibbs.”

MOST AWESOME RESPONSE EVAH.

Well, color me surprised. And here I thought Tony had a healing cock. Turns out his kisses are healing instead. :)

I dunno why, but Tony saying "My Marine" really makes me all squishy inside. :D

(And really, what do they do with that fifty...?! *g*)

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