PROMPT POST PART III

[cabinpres_fic]

Please see the most recent MOD NOTE

(updated 6 June)



Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.

FILLING GUIDELINES

As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet

We also have a Pinboard archive which has been put in place by the lovely oxfordtweed in the place of our late Delicious Archive. This Archive contains a list of all the prompts this meme has to offer - you can find it here: Pinboard Archive

This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.

So in order to make things easier to archive - Please nest your fills.

This can be done by either posting each part as a reply to that part's immediate predecessor, OR by replying each time to Part I OR - well you get the idea :D

It makes it simpler for Enigel and myself to link fills in a clean and clear manner. Following these guildelines will be very much appreciated guys :D

REPROMPTING

Reprompting is allowed but please include the URL of the original prompt when you do so. It will make it infinitely more easy to Archive which would make both Enigel and I very happy :)

As for everything else

1. Be respectful to one another. Disagreements are fine, but not everything disagreeable is trolling. If you suspect someone of trolling, just ignore it. If you cannot respond to a comment without attacking or trolling someone else, keep it to yourself.


2. No bashing prompts. It might not be your cup of tea - but obviously someone wants it enough to go to the effort of requesting it. So just scroll past it.


3. Prompt away as much as you like guys - seriously, go wild - but please try to fill as well.

NEW - If your fill includes a major element that veers from the original prompt (crossovers, established universes, kinks, et cetera), please take a few moments to check with the OP that such additions are welcome. This has caused problems in the past and it only takes a few moments of your time.

4. Please no RPF. I'm not trying to oppress you RPF writers and enthusiasts, I would just really like to avoid any legal problems.


5. When you post a fill (or post a new part of a WIP) please go over to the Filled Prompts Post (if it is complete) or the WIP Post (if there are still more parts to come) and, following each post's guideline's, post a link to this fill or new part.

REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM

According to numerous Child Safety laws it is illegal to provide pornographic material to minors. Seeing that the majority of the stuff we have here is rather adult in nature, this Meme is consequently an 18+ zone. Failing to comply to this rule could result in the Meme getting shut down. So if you're here and you're under 18 please back button now.

+ Please do not post anything regarding minors in a sexual situation. It really doesn't matter how tasteful or crass it is, there are laws that classify that sort of thing as child pornography and as such, I'm afraid we're going to have to go with the attitude that safe is better than sorry.

It really is VERY important that these rules are upheld as the consequences are severe.

Other than that - go crazy guys. Any problems please just message me and I'll try my best to work it out.


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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Martin meets Linda again. This time, he's out of the closet (possibly in a relationship?) and much less awkward with her.

He finds that they get on really well - he's much more relaxed around her now there's not the expectation of asking her out on a date, and they become quite good friends.

[barcelona_mink]

I actually kinda really want this - second.

Pegging

[(Anonymous)]

*hides behind anon*

Herc has a thing for anal sex, but Carolyn will only partake if she gets to reciprocate. So she pegs Herc with a strap-on.

Re: Pegging

[(Anonymous)]

Delicious. Seconded. ♥

Douglas gets 'stage fright'

[(Anonymous)]

During the process of a difficult landing, Douglas gets the aeroplane version of stage fright. For no known reason, suddenly none of the controls make sense and he hasn't the slightest idea what to do and this is all made a lot worse by the whole 'omg, we're going to die' aspect.

Martin takes the landing like a pro (of course) and then has to gradually coax self-confidence back into Douglas, the role reversal doing them both the world of good (how very fluffy!)

Re: Douglas gets 'stage fright'

[chess_ka]

Seconding.

[(Anonymous)]

Anything - anything at all - that crosses over Cabin Pressure and John Finnemore's Souvenir Program. Maybe Arthur presses the button on the light blue bollard one too many times at a gnu exhibit. Maybe Douglas smuggles a crockapie. I don't care. Literally anything.

[straydog733]

Oh god, I would love to see them discussing Winnie the Pooh and why he needs an intervention.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone is in dire need of a detective. Maybe Douglas is trying to see if Possible Mrs Richardson #4 is having an affair, or everything in Martin's van went missing during a move, and he needs to find it. Or maybe Snoopadoop's gone missing, and Arthur won't sleep until she's home.

And then the possibly-insane detective and his long-suffering sidekick partner friend? show up and through the inter-connectedness of everything, solves the case.

That's right. Dirk Gently prompt.

Bonus: make all three of them connect in some way, and I will love you forever.

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus: make all three of them connect in some way, and I will love you forever.

What, like Mrs. Richardson #4 kidnapped Snoopadoop to train her to steal things from unsuspecting men with ven while their backs are turned?

[polite_warning]

There was this episode of Monk where Lt. Disher was getting suitcases out of a car and got whacked from behind with a car and broke...I think three limbs? Two arms and a leg?

Anyway, I would like it if this lovely thing happened to our fair Martin. ....per...haps with Arthur trying to solve who ran into him?

FILL: Okay 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Don't know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like. Not too sure about it.

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Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

“Arthur?”

“We’ve hit Skip!”


“Sssh, Arthur, listen you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“B-but we hit Skip! We might’ve –no, no, no-“

“Arthur! Promise me you won’t tell!”

“But Lara!”

“Arthur, if anyone finds out I’ll get in trouble, you still want to be my friend don’t you?”

“Yes-“

“Then you can’t tell, okay? Promise.”

“I-I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I PROMISE!”

“Good, good, now just, just stay here okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“They’re going to be asking a lot of questions, I can’t stay, I’m sorry.”

“But Lara - Lara!” Arthur sunk back into the passenger seat as the driver’s door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the Lincoln. A car that wasn’t his, and he suspected wasn’t Lara’s either.

She had seemed so nice, so happy when they met a few days ago. She had taken an interest in Arthur, and Arthur her, but after today he didn’t know.

She had offered him a fun ride, and then…

Oh god, Skip.

Arthur put his head in his hands as a wave of nausea hit him.

He would’ve cried if his mobile didn’t ring.

Flipping it to his ear, he was met with Douglas’ strained voice, “Arthur, where are you?”

“Hmm, mm.”

“Look Arthur, something’s happened, Martin’s been injured, I need you to find Carolyn and come to the hospital – I’m riding with the paramedics. Can you do that?”

“Mm.”

“Arthur, did you hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“Martin will be alright - Just find your mother and get a ride to the hospital.”

Only Douglas didn’t sound like it would be alright, but Arthur said ‘okay’ anyway and Douglas hung up.

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“This is brilliant!”

“Having fun?”

“Yeah! I didn’t know you were allowed to go this fast.”

“You’re not!”

“What?”

“C’mon – let’s dodge the cars at the airfield!”

“I-is that safe?”

“Who cares about safe, it’ll be fun.”

-

“Lara, I think we should slow down. You’re getting really close to the- ah!”

“That’s the point silly!”

“Lara… Lara watch out!”

“Shit-“

“SKIP! Lara stop the car – Lara!”

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Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

Arthur sat beside his fallen captain, who lay in the hospital bed all battered and bruised, his head wrapped and his arm casted. There was a canula in his nose, but an hour before he had had a tube down his throat. All sorts of lines and IV trailed from his body, much like Arthur’s Aunt had been when she fell sick.

For a moment Arthur thought his captain was going to die.

Only when Douglas had needed a break from his vigil did Arthur go into the room again, not wanting Skip to wake up alone. Carolyn was on the phone somewhere, calling the family.

So Arthur sat and watched as Martin’s chest rose slowly with each struggled breath.

Broken arm

Cranial fracture

Minor internal bleeding – fixed

Bruised ribs

Bruised everything

Broken

His captain was broken and it was his fault.

He should’ve stopped Lara, he should’ve made her pull over, or he should have seen Skip sooner.

Martin had only been getting his bag out of the back of the van when Lara bounced him off the bonnet.

Arthur slipped his hand through the bars and onto Martin’s, mindful of the IVs.

“They say they don’t know who did it, that we probably won’t know until you wake up.”

If Skip would wake up, they told him.

“I’m sorry Skip, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think… You can tell on me when you wake up, I won’t mind, honest, but you have to wake up first. You have to get better, promise?”

Promise.

“I have to keep a promise too, so you have to keep yours, okay?”

Arthur lowered his head onto his arm, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The young man was shaking too much to feel the hand tighten around his.

---

“Here you are Skip, nice hot cup of tea.”

“Thank-you Arthur,” Martin sat up as best he could and reached for the mug, taking a sip and giving a small smile to a nervous looking Arthur, “It’s good.”

“Oh that’s good, I didn’t know if you’d like the stuff mum drinks, but tea is better than no tea.”

Arthur wrung his hands as Martin took another, longer sip, his eyes closing contently.

Martin was out of the hospital after a forty-eight monitoring period, and immediately transferred to the Shappeys’ guest bedroom (despite his pitiful refusal). He was currently propped up against a mound of extra pillows, his head in a neck brace and his broken arm carefully held against his body in a sling.
He looked miserable, but far better without all those cords and lines sticking in him.

Arthur remembered when Martin first woke up, how happy he had been to look up and see his captain staring back at him.

Carolyn nearly cried, and Douglas tried to pretend he didn’t feel decades older from the scare they’d all been given.

Arthur didn’t know what to feel as the other two comforted Skip, he had just stood back, happy but nervous.

What would Martin think when he realized who put him in that bed, who’d broken him?

Fortunately Martin’s head was a bit fuzzy, and the police didn’t bother him for long, but fully expected a recollection when he could give one.

“So um, have you remembered anything yet, about the crash – the accident I mean?”

“No, why do you keep asking?”

“Oh, just wondering, mum was wondering about it earlier – so I just, you know, decided to… ask.”

Martin looked at Arthur, and then caught the steward’s eye holding it until Arthur had given him his full attention.

“You know Arthur, I’m a very good listener, even when I’m asleep.”

Arthur glanced away, then back.

“It’s not your fault, I don’t blame you and I never will. Understand?”

“But-“

“And I think it’s best if we don’t discuss it further, certainly not with other people around.”

“Skip-“

“Arthur.”

Arthur bit his lip, then say the affectionate glint in Martin’s eyes. He was forgiven, he was never really blamed. Things were a bit messy right then, but they had the promise to be,

“Okay.”

END

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Epilogue:

Arthur never told on Lara, and no one pushed him to, but when an article in the paper about a crazed woman car thief's arrest appeared, Arthur never had to.

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[(Anonymous)]

Carolyn, Douglas, and Arthur all chip in to buy Martin a very, very nice new travelling case for his birthday. They give him Hell all day to mess with him and make his ~surprise~ all that more special, and when they pull out his gift and a melty-Arthur-made cake at their latest seedy hotel...

He bursts into tears.

FILL: Expected

[(Anonymous)]

All he can do is stare.

He didn't tell anyone. Carolyn knows, of course, but he didn't remind her and there's no reason she should remember, or care, or...

He wasn't surprised. Or disappointed. When he showed up and nobody said anything, even Arthur, even though if anyone was going to say anything he would expect it to be Arthur.

Not that he did expect it. He didn't expect anything. Really.

And he was sure Douglas wasn't actually being more... Douglas-y than usual today. It just felt like it, because...

Because he was stupid, and some small part of him still believed that his birthday should be at least marginally better than every other day.

But, of course, it shouldn't be - and usually, it wasn't.

So if Douglas took nearly the whole cheese tray in a "friendly" bet and mocked Martin's ineptitude all the while, and Carolyn made jibes about last week's landing and whether Martin ought to be trusted with this week's (even though last week the wind had been hellish and nobody had actually said anything at the time and Martin had foolishly assumed he hadn't actually done that badly), and Arthur didn't really talk to him much at all outside of giving him coffee, it was only to be -

- expected.

Honestly, after they landed, Martin was only too ready to go and fall down in whatever terrible hotel Carolyn had booked them.

And then, of course, his room key didn't work, and when he went downstairs to get another one the man at the front desk was rude and annoyed, and Martin was having trouble not snapping at him because his bag and his travel case were beginning to feel heavier by the second.

He finally got back up to the third floor, new key in hand, praying that it would work because if it didn't he might just sleep in the corridor.

It worked. As some sort of consolation birthday present from above, it worked. He opened the door and trudged inside, fully prepared to collapse on the bed, potential tiny lifeforms be damned.

Except. Except.

It's been ten seconds since he turned the light on and dropped his bag and his case, five seconds since his boss, his co-pilot, and... Arthur all shouted "Surprise!", two seconds since he spotted the vaguely cake-shaped thing Arthur is balancing on a tray (which he nearly dropped whilst dramatically removing the lid) and the handsome and quiet-brown travel briefcase resting against the wall.

And all he can do is stare.

Smile, he tells himself numbly. Say 'thank you'. Do something.

His eyes begin to burn.

No. No no no. Don't cry, do not cry.

Martin Crieff, if you cry, I will kill you.

"What's the matter, Skip?" Arthur asks, lowering the cake a bit and looking concerned. "Don't you like it? We can return it for a red one or something..."

It takes Martin a moment to realize he is talking about the briefcase, not the cake. Despite the sudden tightness in his chest, he laughs.

"I love it," he rasps, raising a hand to cover his mouth a moment later.

Kill you slowly.

"You don't look like you like it."

He shakes his head rapidly. "I do! I - I - I just... I didn't... think any of you... Uhhhm - Thank you."

Arthur grins and Carolyn smirks and Douglas looks smug, and then that's really it; he can't stop himself any longer. His throat constricts and he can hardly breathe and hot tears roll down his cheeks, but he's smiling, and then Arthur sets the cake down and surges forward to hug him, and Carolyn rolls her eyes and joins them, and Douglas says "Oh, what the hell," and dives in.

And Martin still can't quite breathe, but now it's because he's being crushed by three people who love him, and even if he didn't like the case (which he does), and even if the cake is poisonous (which it might be), this is suddenly the best birthday he's ever had.

[(Anonymous)]

An Omegaverse Wing!Fic

...

That is all.

[(Anonymous)]

Any prefered pairings?

Herc/Martin

[(Anonymous)]

Please, please, give me Herc/Martin. Any rating, any situation, any kink. I just want me some captain-on-captain, may-december lovin'.

Thank you very much.

Re: Herc/Martin

[(Anonymous)]

Gah, this could be incredibly hot. Seconded.

Arthur's Birthday

[(Anonymous)]

Arthur Shappey turns 30!

How does everyone celebrate?

Re: Arthur's Birthday

[anon_e_moss]

Motorway services crawl.

Make my teeth up with cuteness

[(Anonymous)]

You know the date scene from Elf where Buddy takes Jovie on a silly date, but she still has a great time? Arthur takes Martin on a silly date. Bonus if someone draws them kissing in the middle of the ice skating rink.

Re: Make my teeth up with cuteness

[kenizz]

Thinking about filling this, still not sure though. And if I don't fill it I hope someone else does, because quite frankly, this meme needs some more Martin love

Diabetic Douglas

[(Anonymous)]

Douglas is a type 1 diabetic, though, being Douglas, he hasn't told anyone. After a long day of eating nothing but stale biscuits, his blood sugar level is distinctly low and he has a hypo in the hotel.

The hotel staff think he's drunk, the symptoms often presenting similarly, but Martin and the others find him and realises that something is wrong because Douglas doesn't drink.

Re: Diabetic Douglas

[kenizz]

Seconded!!!

Inspired by promt above

[(Anonymous)]

Martin is the one with type 1 diabetes, the crew finds out

Re: Inspired by promt above

[kenizz]

Seconded all the diabetic prompts!!!

Warned for plane crash

[polite_warning]

How about a for-serious plane crash into a jungle and serious hurt-comfort?

One of the crew, the least injured of the bunch, has to leave the other members alone in the elements, not knowing if they will succumb to their injuries or be killed by something in the wilderness, while he/she desperately tries to find help.

Gen, pls?

Re: Warned for plane crash

[(Anonymous)]

YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! OH GOD YES!

Fun with precome

[(Anonymous)]

When Martin gets turned on, he doesn't just get hard...he gets wet, like a girl: he leaks so much precome that it regularly soaks through his trousers. He's always been really embarrassed about it, but when his new lover finds out it drives them fucking wild. They proceed to tease him while he squirms fetchingly and pulses into his shorts. Let's start this week off right with some smut! :)

Re: Fun with precome

[(Anonymous)]

oh god yes this is thermonuclear levels of hot

second

Martin and his alter-egos

[(Anonymous)]

Martin has Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Or, more accurately, Simon Crieff does; 'Martin' is one of his alter-egos.

Re: Martin and his alter-egos

[kenizz]

Your plot bunny bit me hard, working on small fill for this.

Martin/Gordon

[(Anonymous)]

Gordon wants to end MJN air, and he knows the airdot needs two pilots to survive. Gordon seduces martin and acts as his sugar daddy to stop him flying.

Re: Martin/Gordon

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't realize I wanted it until I wanted it. Soooooo, I want it.

Seconded!!

[(Anonymous)]

Martin catches his first officer at a weak moment and witnesses the rare sight of Douglas Richardson losing control of his emotions/his temper/the situation.

After the initial tiny feelings of relief and satisfaction that even Douglas Richardson cannot cope with everything as it comes to him, Martin is horrified. He doesn't gloat, or mock, or hold anything over Douglas's head (yet). He steps in and does whatever he can to help put things right and restore balance to the universe.

(Friendship or pairing is fine, but I'd prefer no actual smut if you go with a pairing...)

Synaesthesia

[(Anonymous)]

One of the MJN crew has synaesthesia.

I'd love a fic about how they perceive the other members of the little airdot.

Re: Synaesthesia

[crocodile_eat_u]

I can't help but see it with Arthur. :) Or even maybe Douglas... Oh lordy, I remember little 8 year old me trying to explain to mum about all the colours I could see but getting a "be quiet and sit down" in return. :P

But I'd love to see the way they look at MJN. They sound so vibrant already. <3

Hesatant Dom!Martin

[captclockwork]

Martin enters a sexual and romantic relationship with *insert character or OMC/OFC here* and they see how much he struggles for control in his working life. They suggest that he may find taking control in the bedroom both sexually and mentally gratifying. Martin nervously agrees to give it a try, never really being too confident in the bedroom and never exploring kinks before. He feels rather silly and doesn't trust his ideas at first, but, with the help of his lover, he slowly finds his way into a Dom position and finds that he really loves it once he can get his confidence up.

Just, believable dom!Martin porn guys.

Future Fic

[(Anonymous)]

Martin and his wife have a baby. Martin asks Douglas to be the godfather.

Re: Future Fic

[(Anonymous)]

Oh this is so cute. Seconded. ♥

TW - non-con, slavery

[(Anonymous)]

(On behalf of someone who wanted this):


Martin gets abducted and kept as a sex slave for weeks until Douglas finds him.

Re: TW - non-con, slavery

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please!

Slave AU

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, that old chestnut, (and I know there was a WIP with slave!Martin) but this time with a twist!

Douglas is the slave, sentenced after being convicted of smuggling, and Martin is his ineffectual, inexperienced, awkward and generally rather grudging owner. Douglas generally rides roughshod over him and Martin tries to hide the fact that he doesn't mind. Mostly because Douglas is usually right. And being reduced to the status of a slave still doesn't change the fact that he's the better pilot.

Martin and Douglas exchange places

[annievh]

Due to a bet, Martin has to let Douglas be the Captain for twenty four hours and be his first officer. Douglas is overjoyed.

That is, until the moment the pressure of the job starts kicking in. Meanwhile, Martin easily ajusts to the quietness of being first mate.

So, Captain Douglas freaks out, First Officer Martin sits back and relax.

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by the prompt about about Omegaverse/Wingfic

i started to imagine little fluffy winged babies of Martin/Douglas and i died a lot inside when i imagined them!

So plz someone write a super-duper-fluffzilla fic of Alpha!Douglas, Omega!Martina and brand new!baby little fluffy babies!?

Thx!

[(Anonymous)]

Aww yes!! I will try to write that! (though I'm not used to write fluffy or sweet things with kids...) and Martin is still male,yes? (Not sure if typo or intended ^^')