WELCOME - Prompts Post Part I

[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)]

I've been listening to Fitton all evening - could I have something with drunk!Martin because he's hilarious :D
And - I don't know - maybe Douglas is there to take him home and tuck him in or something

Microfill

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Hey, this prompt caught my eye. I hope it's okay, and anyone should feel free to do a longer, more proper fill :D.

"That," slurred Martin as Douglas sat him down on the bed and helped him with his shirt buttons, "Was the best birthday. E~ver."

Douglas grunted uninterestedly and stepped back, debating whether he should attempt to remove Martin's pants.

Maybe later.

"No, really!" Martin flopped back onto the bed and rubbed his face in the bedding (silk sheets; let it never be said that Douglas Richardson was a cheap, unromantic date). "It was all smashing, really. And you...you, with your cranberry juice and your little-"

"Yes, thank you, Martin." Douglas pulled Martin's second shoe off with a hearty tug and staggered back. Martin giggled, wiggled his toes, and flapped his arms up and down across the bed as if he were making a snow angel. "I'm glad you had fun. Jolly good. Nothing could make me happier."

Finally catching on to the fact that he should be undressing for bed, Martin fumbled at his belt and managed to get his trousers down to mid-thigh before he aborted his disrobing to purse his lips and cease all toe-wiggling.

"You didn't, though."

"Mmm?" Douglas regarded the man, sprawled in socks, boxers, and undershirt, and pursed his lips.

"Have fun. You didn't have fun. You can't drink." Martin's glance was less upset than it was accusatory; he raised his head and fixed Douglas in a stare. "That's- that's not fair!"

"Martin," Douglas said as he grabbed hold of Martin's shoulders and dragged him bodily up the bed and manhandled him under the covers. "I can assure you, I am perfectly content."

Martin grinned, shut his eyes, and promptly fell asleep in about two seconds.

Douglas undressed and slipped into bed in silence, but with a smile on his lips: the smug, self-satisfied smile of the only man in the room who will not be hungover at his six A.M. wake-up call.

Life was jolly good indeed.

[nemo-everbeing.livejournal.com]

Caroline finally comes up with a bet she's Douglas can't win: get Martin laid. Disastrous attempts may ensue, but eventually Douglas realizes that she never specified by whom. Bonus points if this involves Douglas once again filling the flight deck with flowers.

[(Anonymous)]

LMAO.

This needs to happen. XD

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

MJN airdot crashes on a deserted island (maybe they're just waiting for rescue, maybe Douglas has A Plan, maybe they're stuck).

XD. You know you want it.

[storylandqueen.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.... is it free run, or is there anything specific you want to see? Any pairing or genre you prefer?

[warriorbot.livejournal.com]

Something - anything - around the line "Martin, you're not seriously asking me to call you sir..?"

*shameface on*

[quamquam20.livejournal.com]

I want this.

[m-antebellum.livejournal.com]

So Carolyn was about to sell MJN air back to her ex-husband back when they were waiting for Godard wasn't she?
She was about to announce it to everyone before Douglas interrupted her wasn't she.
One semi-successful flight wouldn't have been enough to convince her not to - so I want to know what did.
Here's a clue - her and Martin spent the entire trip sobering up in the galley.

Can I have a fic where Martin convinces Carolyn not to sell the airline, whether it be by persuasion or by surfacing those deeply repressed maternal feelings (she is after all the Alpha dog :D) with his tearful begging - which, let's face it - is the more likely scenario

[warriorbot.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh - I want this more than I want slash.

Oh my god - this... THIS... is the prompt of awesome.

Ummm. I can feel myself about to claim this. Would anyone mind?

[(Anonymous)]

So, this brilliant fic: http://robotsdance.livejournal.com/1751.html got me wishing for someone to want to rescue Martin.

We know Arthur absolutely would. Cue Martin having to rescue himself and Arthur. Bonus (Martin's salary for two months :D) if his captain's hat plays a part in the rescue. :D

[warriorbot.livejournal.com]

Oh my god that is BRILLIANT!

Definitely needs a followup too.

Fortysomething Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Can I have a fic where Martin is actually a member of the Slippery family, and for some reason Douglas and Arthur (who naturally drags Carolyn along too) are invited (and attend) Christmas dinner with the family. Come on - Martin's adorable - Rory's adorable (hmmm, I'm seeing a trend here) Where can it fail

Re: Fortysomething Crossover

[oxfordtweed]

Late response is late, but I just watched this show and really want fic.

The utter lack of fic is making me contemplate this prompt.

[(Anonymous)]

I've been listening to Ipswich a lot, and, er, I keep fixating on the smoke-filled fuselage disaster:

"The important thing is, is Martin all right?"

And then Douglas rescues (the body of) Martin! I have this soap-operatic image of Douglas emerging heroically from the smoke with a swooning Martin in his manly arms. *cough* (Of course, this being Cabin Pressure, he'd then bump his head on the door frame or something...)

So, er, something around that, please? :D Hurt-comfort, CPR, crack, all of the above... Fic, art, it's all welcomed.

[m-antebellum.livejournal.com]

SECONDED!! Oh I loved that bit *had same mental image as you OP :D*

Every fandom needs at least one 5 + 1 times fic

[(Anonymous)]

So, Douglas is a great liar.

Five times Douglas lied (to the same person, or to different persons) and was believed without question, and one time when he actually told the truth, but no one (or not the one person whom he wanted to persuade) believed him.

Re: Every fandom needs at least one 5 + 1 times fic

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, very intriguing. Yes please!

[(Anonymous)]

I've just lost my job. :( It's the first time this happens to me, and I'm identifying a lot with Martin right now - thirty-something who just can't meet anyone, all alone on my raft, not exactly the best in the profession, can't get paid for the things I love to do... So if anyone wrote me some fluffy comfort fic for me Martin, you might just brighten my day. Thank you!

(Captcha says "encler acquired". If that's *eclair* it was going for, it's wrong - I don't even have a sweet eclair to cheer me up.)

[innie_darling]

Hi, anon! I'm in the same boat - just got laid off last week. And my birthday's in less than two weeks, so I've written a story that I want to post that day. It's a happy ending for Martin, with lots of Arthur helping.

Can you sit tight for less than two weeks?

And hang in there!

[innie_darling]

I'd like to hear more about Carolyn and Arthur at home (Carolyn bringing home suitors, perhaps?). Or Douglas's alimony payments. Or Martin's siblings and mother.

Basically, the home lives of our favorite crew.

[storylandqueen.livejournal.com]

I look at this prompt every time I come here, so I might as well say it. I have a fill in mind, but I'm not sure when I'll write it. Just know that I do have something planned.

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see Martin come out to the crew.
Please make him really nervous about it - I don't know - maybe his actually family wasn't very excepting of the news, and please, PLEASE make them really happy that he has finally manned up and admitted it :D

Fill - 1/2

[sostrangechild.livejournal.com]

Coming out to his family hadn't been easy. There was the nervous energy, constant fluttering of his heart rate whenever one or more of his family asked when he was going to get a girlfriend. Or made a homophobic joke. His father was the worst, casually dropping insults just as Martin was about to speak up at the dinner table. So he'd shut his mouth again and push at his food, trying to maintain a facade of "normalacy".

There was also the case of Aunt Julia. Aunt Julia was actually Uncle Julian, and he lived with his boyfriend in central London, working as a prominent drag queen. Martin quite liked Uncle Julian, but rarely spoke to him, the family cutting the man off. When Martin was little, only about five or six years old, Aunt Julia stayed for a few days. He was confused, but curious when he walked in on Aunt Julia putting on her wig and adjusting her breasts. She smiled and sat him on her bed, showing him how she did her make up.

Years later, Martin realised that Uncle Julian only visited in full drag to irritate the family. It made Martin's father particularly angry. Once, when his brother and two sisters had been taken on a weekend holiday with his parents, Martin had snuck downstairs into his mother's closet. He was supposed to be studying for an exam, but he spared an hour to carefully put some make up on like he remembered, and slip on his mother's green cocktail dress. He didn't try the heels - feet were too large.

He found that he didn't particularly like himself in those clothes.

And then there were the dreams. Dreams of crushes, dreams of men. Martin came to realise that he never had crushes on girls. Sure, they looked nice, but after a few girlfriends and a mortifying experience of heterosexual intercourse, Martin gave up on them. Quietly, he experimented with a few males from school and found that he liked it very much.

Unfortunately, the school didn't like that at all.

Age eighteen, a few weeks from finishing, Martin was caught kissing Sean Victor behind the biology classrooms. The school rang home, and Martin was uncovered to be what his family despised:

Homosexual. Gay. Fag, shirt lifter, faggot, cocksucking ungrateful child that didn't deserve the roof over his head and the clothes on his back.

Martin finished school, took on several jobs at once to pay for university, and immersed himself at Eton. And he was rejected there too, on the basis of his sexuality. So he stopped telling people, hid himself, became meek and frightened.

Which is why he was nervous now. He needed to tell them. He wanted to tell them, wanted to believe that they would accept him for who he was and not because his raft was boys-only.

"Martin, you're almost vibrating with nervousness. You'd put an Italian Greyhound to shame," said Douglas, "Spit it out."

Martin took a deep breath, and prepared himself for attempt number twenty-seven. It was like his family all over again. He hoped that he wouldn't get spat on or punched, but Douglas would never do that would he? He's a good man, isn't he? But he was older, he was old school, oh god what to do, what to do, don't chicken out now-

"Do you want to play a game of head chess?"

-and he chickened out. Again.

Douglas gave him a look, eyebrow raised.

"Certainly."

*******
"Carolyn, I have concerns. About Martin. He's acting odd."

*****
author: more later. Sleep now. :)

[(Anonymous)]

i can see Martin and Douglas being together and i dont seem to be the only one thank god :P. i thort i was just being weird. anyway i can see them being together but i cnt see how theyd actually start dating or whateva. so a fic about how their relationship starts would be great :D

[calathiel8.livejournal.com]

I have an idea floating around somewhere
it still has to take shape (not to mention that I have another request from a different fandom to finish first)
just to let you know that I might provide a fill in the future ;)

[storylandqueen.livejournal.com]

Haven't finished series two yet, so I don't know everything, but I'd love for something to happen to Carolyn and for Martin and Douglas to step up and watch after/comfort Arthur.

[m-antebellum.livejournal.com]

God - I've been on the Sherlock Meme too long I know - but...can we make Martin cry please. Anything you want, pain, a nightmare, hurt feelings, scared - don't care, I just want tears and for someone to comfort him.
I don't care who (although I think Carolyn doing it would be adorable) But please guys.
And - for inspiration - Teary Ben ->
(http://img408.imageshack.us/i/000f8k28.jpg/)

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[storylandqueen.livejournal.com]

Seconded! One of my favorite parts of the series is the bit in Boston when the smoking man makes him cry. You can just hear how choked up he gets.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh dear me, here it goes: I want someone (by which I mean Arthur or Douglas) to give Martin a road blowjob, as it were. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's a bet, I don't care. *exits stage left, cheeks burning*

[(Anonymous)]

ok this is going to sound incredibly naive but im thnking of filin this and i wanna get it right. what exactly do you mean by road blowjob

[(Anonymous)]

Something horrible happens to one of the crew(pack :D)
Your choice as to what it is, go as dark as you like - but just make sure they live - because the rest of the crew need to help them through it.

Sorry guys - I'm just a H/C whore :D
As the saying goes - you hurt the ones you love.

[(Anonymous)]

I suddenly have this great desire to see...or at least read about martin in a Sex Pistols t-shirt.
Don't - don't even ask, I don't know. But it's just something that doesn't fit his character the slightest bit, and yet I think he would look so cute - I don't know, opening the door of his flat to find the crew there to collect him for a sudden job. Feel free to add some punk music as well. Basically Martin being totally in character - but secretly surrounded by totally out of character stuff :D

Fill

[(Anonymous)]

"My God, what on Earth is that noise?" Douglas exclaimed, stopping short just outside the door to Martin's flat. "It sounds like he's got a cat in the blender. Are you sure this is the right place, Arthur?"

"Yep," Arthur nodded enthusiastically. "Can I do the knocking, Douglas? Please?"

"Yes, all right." Douglas stood back as Arthur bounded up to the door, nearly collided with it, then rapped smartly on it with his knuckles. "Skipper!" he shouted. "Skip, it's Arthur and Douglas! Skip!"

After a brief pause, the door opened.

There was then a stupidly long stretch of time during which Martin looked uncomfortably at the ceiling and Arthur struggled under the weight of Douglas, who had partially collapsed due to uncontrollable laughter.

"Martin - Martin - " Douglas finally managed to wheeze, "Just what the hell are you wearing?"

"Nothing that unusual," Martin said defensively, crossing his arms. "It's just a Sex Pistols shirt."

This caused Douglas to burst out laughing all over again. Martin waited it out, surreptitiously attempting to smooth down his hair into something presentable.

"I'm sorry - I'm sorry," Douglas gasped, wiping a tear from his eye. "There are some things that are just too beautiful for this world."

"Yes, ha ha," Martin snapped. "Any particular reason you two decided to - "

"What on Earth are you listening to in here?" Douglas demanded, his eyes shining with mirth as he pushed effortlessly past Martin and stopped dead in his tracks. His expression slowly evolved into that of a man who was currently experiencing the single most confusing moment of his life.

The smallish flat was crammed with records, stacked from floor to ceiling in a manner suggesting that they might be the only thing keeping the ceiling off the ground. A record player next to the sofa was giving off tidal waves of sound that were surely audible from the nearest space station. The coffee table was home to several empty beer bottles, and - Douglas actually rubbed his eyes at this point - a small glass ash tray.

Martin crossed the room, stopped the record player, and turned to face Douglas with his arms tightly folded. "Well?"

"Well what?" Douglas asked, blinking. The room seemed to ring with the cessation of noise.

"Aren't you going to say something horribly sarcastic and unkind? I haven't got all day."

Douglas cast another glance around the room and cleared his throat. "Ahem. A job's just come through, we need to be ready for takeoff in forty minutes. Cairo. We tried calling, but you weren't answering your phone."

Martin stared. "Oh." There was a moment of complete silence. "All right, I suppose I'll get changed, then. Just a moment." He paused again, as if waiting for insults to leap unexpectedly from Douglas' mouth like ninjas. "Er. Right. Okay." He disappeared into the bedroom.

Arthur, who had been waiting out in the hall all this time, finally risked poking his head in. His face broke into an enormous grin. "Wow, this place is brilliant! Ah... are you all right, Douglas? You look sort of wobbly."

"I believe I've just had a flash of insight concerning the human race, Arthur."

"Oh, wow! What was it?"

"People are not always exactly what they seem." Douglas turned and joined Arthur in the hall to wait.

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love me some Douglas angst. Specifically Douglas angsting over his lust for Martin.

[storylandqueen.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I'd rather like this, myself.

[(Anonymous)]

Partly inspired by this lovely fic: http://community.livejournal.com/ficcy_fic/45546.html#cutid1

Douglas/Martin - Rentboy role play.
Come-on...you know Martin would make it both adorable and sexy :D

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, yes please!

[(Anonymous)]

Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared. ~Edward Vernon Rickenbacker


Could I have a fic - where Martin or Douglas (or Martin and Douglas) does/do something really brave. Whatever you want. I just want to see him/them scared out of his/their wits but choosing to do the right thing anyway

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see the aftermath of Cremona, because no amount of mixed nuts can appease Carolyn's wroth.

Maybe Douglas gets stuck with the Garibaldi room, while Martin and Arthur sleep comfily at the Excelsior? (And, well, have fun of any flavour (friendship or slashy)? :D )

[(Anonymous)]

Something - anything with Martin's actions resulting in a chorus of "This is why we can't have nice things!!!"

[(Anonymous)]

I am seconding this with every fibre of my being!

[(Anonymous)]

Douglas defends Calista Flockhart from the Evil Names game because she was (allegedly...) his girlfriend once upon a time.

Carolyn defends Russell Crowe because he was definitely her boyfriend once upon a time. :D

[(Anonymous)]

Martin's first flight with Douglas

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't know how badly I wanted to read this until now. Oh, please, someone!