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15 August 2007 @ 08:14 pm
Oh noes! ANOTHER ficlets_100?!  
Yes, yes ladies and gentlemen...I've been suckered into the ranks ficlets_100, and I bring you...three ficlets. These are based with my own male character Inspector Brandon Wilkes and chibijelly's Martin Wilson, based off Sergeant Deskjob.

So without further ado, the fics :

Title: Privacy, wots that?
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Martin Wilson, Brandon Wilkes
Prompt: 33. Outside
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13, R

Love making was fierce between them some nights. Other nights it was gentle enough to make Martin cry. Brandon's teeth pushing into the skin of his neck, his hands scratching roughly at his stomach as Martin's slacks were pushed over his hips Martin knew it was going to be another night of the bed hitting the wall, and the neighbors complaining tomorrow.

Brandon always said he liked the privacy of Martin's flat. Martin would nod, would agree and then wait until Brandon had left the room to stare at the camera stationed near his bedroom window. Good show, Kenneth?

Title: Resistance is Futile
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Martin Wilson, Brandon Wilkes
Prompt: 60. Convert.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G

"You can't make me." Came the petulant voice of the older man in the conversation as a increasingly familiar tune whistled from the television screen. The younger man in the room snorted and merely patted the cushion.

"It's starting. Come sit down, Brandon." Martin said without removing his eyes from the screen. Brandon didn't move. Martin's eyebrow flicked up a bit. Brandon still wasn't budging. Martin's eyes narrowed, and a small growl issued forth from his chest. Brandon flopped down by him, sighing.

"That's better. I like it better with an audience. You'll like it." Dr. Who started; Brandon groaned.

Title: Papers
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Martin Wilson, Brandon Wilkes
Prompt: 76. Wait a minute!
Word Count:
Rating: G

"Constable! You dropped this.."

The voice knocked Martin from his daze as he jerked to a full stop, whipping around to see who'd interrupted his pleasant walk, a nasty retort on his lips. But it died away as he met with the dark gaze of his superior officer, the rather handsome Inspector Brandon Wilkes. He looked down. Papers.

"Thank you, sir." He stuttered.

"Anytime, Constable. Anytime." A smile was given to him before the Inspector headed off, though he didn't seemed to be talking about helping him. He looked down. A phone number glared up at him.

"Wait a minute!"
neek_loveneek_love on August 16th, 2007 01:09 pm (UTC)
These are so cute!
I especially like the last one ;)
Klokkrazy: i r pornsteralizetheemo on August 16th, 2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
hee! TY! :D