isamazed

Title: Unexpected circumstances
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 2,000
Characters: Becker/Ryan, brief appearances of Blade, Connor, Ditzy and the pups!
Rating: M
Warnings: pup!verse (Alpha/Omega verse with puppies and mpreg)
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
A/N: Written for goldarrow's Valentine's Day Gift Box 2022 on primeval_denial. The prompts I used were 1) What exactly happened yesterday? and 2) Time flies when you're having fun.
The pups (and pup!verse as a whole) belong to fififolle. Blade and Ditzy belong to fredbassett. Thanks everyone for lending them out!
Also, many thanks to fredbassett for dutiful beta services :-)
Also, pup!verse is celebrating its 10th anniversary this year. So I thought it would be fun to send their world into upheaval again ;-)

Becker went through the motions of what was just another crazy morning routine, preparing the kids' breakfast – they were teenagers now and still he was stuck making them breakfast because if he didn't they'd only shovel candy-coloured cereals in their mouths and perish a slow death by sugar by the time they turned 20, for fuck's sake – and then ushered them out the door to go to school.

Luckily, this morning brought minimal quarrels and near obedience because they had a maths test coming up in first period. Thank god for small mercies.

Title: A new person
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 1,850
Characters: pre-Nick/Connor, Ryan, Lester, mention of Abby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
A/N: Written for telperion_15's Valentine's Day Gift Box 2022 on primeval_denial. The prompts I used were 1) It's a truth universally acknowledged and 2) New Year's resolutions.

A big Thank You goes to goldarrow for the speedy beta!

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Connor was annoying.

He was nerdy. He was excitable. He regularly blurted out what he was thinking without a filter. He had a tendency to get obsessed with topics that interested him. He was socially awkward and his fashion choices were slightly eccentric.

He was annoying the people around him.

He knew that.

So he vowed that this year, he would change.

He'd restrain his excitement, put on a calm demeanour and only speak up when asked or if he had something substantial to contribute. He wouldn't harass everyone with what he was researching all the time and he would dress more casually and in muted colours. He wouldn't overwhelm the people around him with his personality.

He would become someone they would like and enjoyed having around. And maybe Cutter wouldn't look at him with disappointment in his eyes anymore.

Title: Midnight Manor
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 2,800
Characters: Ryan, Ditzy, Blade, Connor
Rating: T (for language)
Warnings:
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
Summary: There’s an anomaly in an abandoned mansion in the woods.
A/N: For the unofficial Halloween challenge in Primeval Denial. I am a bit late though, but at least I wrote it on Halloween 😉 Ditzy and Blade are fredbassett’s.
This has not been beta’ed, I am not a native speaker and some of the words are taken straight out of the dictionary – I guess the mistakes you are bound to find are just going to add a little extra shiver 😉

Fucking Halloween.

Ryan has never been one for Halloween, all the pseudo-scary bullshit just being an excuse to either get candy or drunk, depending on your age. All the people out and about just make their job more difficult. Not right now, though. He must admit that being called to an abandoned manor in the woods in the middle of the Halloween night adds a bit of spice. But Connor’s Gameboy says that there’s an anomaly inside, so that’s where they go. On Halloween, at 11.30pm.

Title: Orders and offers
Author: isamazed
Word count: 100
Characters: Connor, OCs
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun.
A/N: Written for Primeval100, challenge 633: Twins

Connor was waiting for the barkeeper to hand him his order, when suddenly two hands settled on the small of his back, the heat of two bodies bracketing him. 

“Hey baby, you’re up for some fun tonight?”, a female voice whispered close to his ear, breath tickling on his skin.

Connor jerked back, quickly glancing right and left to find two identical looking women standing next to him, dressed in incredibly short skirts and with a big cleavage, red lips.

“Uhm…”, he stuttered, looking for help from the lads at their table. All he got back was whistling and cheering.

Title: Being late
Author: isamazed
Word count: 100
Characters: Becker, Connor, Abby
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun.
A/N: Written for Primeval100, challenge 627: Last minute panic

The excursion on the other side of the anomaly had gone surprisingly well. Connor and Abby had their samples, photos, lots of notes and now they were headed back. Everything had gone like clockwork. Except that the anomaly was already flickering when it came into view.

“Run!” Becker screamed and ushered them forwards. “Faster!”

His heart beat so loudly, he almost couldn’t hear the sound of their feet hitting the ground. The pulsation of the anomaly quickened. Becker’s heart sank. Just a few more steps and he pushed first Abby, then Connor through the ball of light. 

Then it closed.

Title: Imagine being down means flying high
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 6,200
Characters: Becker, Lester, Ditzy, Finn, Lyle, Blade, Bob (OC), Abby, Connor, Danny, Jess, Matt, I’ve probably mentioned a few more
Rating: T
 Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
Summary: Sometimes the weight of the world on your shoulders is just too heavy.
Warnings: Describes a depressive episode. Please don’t read if you think this is going to trigger you. It’s got a hopeful ending though.
A/N: This was inspired by one of fredbassett’s Secret Santa prompts. It’s not Christmassy, though. At all. Thank you, fred, for the beta! (Poor fred had to do a lot of work here!)
A/N2: The title was inspired by the German lyrics of Annett Louisan. It says “Wenn du am Boden bist, stell dir vor, dass unten oben ist“
A/N3: Lyle, Blade, Ditzy and Finn belong to fredbassett. I snatched the icon from an entry by the lovely eriah211.

Title: Changes
Author: isamazed
Word count: 100
Characters: Connor
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun.
A/N: Written for Primeval100, challenge 619: The internet; also for Connor month on primeval_denial 

It’s funny how things change over time, he thinks. Connor used to spend hours and days browsing the web, intrigued by any conspiracy theory he came across. He praised the net for bringing out the truth every so often. People deserved it.

Now that he’s been part of a conspiracy, it’s different. The anomalies aren’t a secret anymore but somehow, that makes it even worse. Adrenaline junkies all over the world are trying to get their next kick by hunting anomalies and creatures on their own. The body count is high. Connor wishes they could control what’s on the web.

Title: No regrets
Author: isamazed
Word count: 100
Characters: Connor
Rating: K
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun.
A/N: Written for Primeval100, challenge 600: past prompts - 580: no regrets

 

Connor knew he should regret what he’d done. It hadn’t been the sensible thing to do, and if he had asked anyone, they’d probably said he’d better not do it. It was against official recommendations. Everyone would say it was unhealthy, bad for his body and fitness level, and that he’d better look for an alternative. However, Connor could not bring himself to regret it. 

He sighed and rubbed his belly. Then he leaned forward and took the last slice of peperoni pizza from the plate. No, he would never regret having pizza. He took a bite and munched happily. 

Title: He rocks
Author: isamazed
Word count: 100
Characters: Connor, Becker
Rating: K
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun.
A/N: Written for Primeval100, challenge 600: past prompts - 149: Rock (I am fairly certain you thought of the other meaning of “rock”, but well… The muse was insistent!)

 

Connor was bored. He watched Becker doing his rounds. Following a sudden impulse, he typed Becker’s name into the search engine. Of course, Connor had read his file on the server but often the internet knew the more interesting details.

Connor’s eyes widened and he gasped. He was staring at the picture of a maybe 16 year old, longhaired Becker with a heavily made-up face and a guitar hanging in front of his bare chest, screaming into a microphone on stage. There were drums in the background, and on them he identified a logo saying “Beck and the Rocking Regiment”.

Title: Bleeding out
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 1,100
Characters: Becker/Connor (more or less pre-slash), Abby, Danny, Lester, Sarah
Rating: T, gen actually
Warnings: uhm, character death… Sorry?
Spoilers: anything until mid season 3 probably
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
A/N: My first proper fic. Feedback please, but be gentle 😊
A/N2: Loosely inspired by the song „Bleeding out“ by Imagine Dragons
A/N3: Thanks to the wonderful fififolle for beta'ing and cheerleading!   

Becker felt the claws smashing into his inner thigh. An instant wave of pain washed through him as he landed on the ground hard, the raptor toppling over him and hitting the floor a couple of inches behind him. He heard screams and gunshots but all he could think of was the flaring pain in his leg. 

He was bleeding out. He could feel it. With every heartbeat blood was flooding out of his limb. He closed his eyes, trying to fight the overwhelming pain. “Hold on, Becker, fucking hold on!“, he heard Connor’s urging voice, now kneeling beside him and holding his upper body in a tight embrace, fists clenched onto his Kevlar vest. Good, Connor was okay. Another flash of pain as someone applied pressure on his wound made him grunt. He opened his eyes with an effort as if defying gravity itself and saw Connor’s face, full of angst and begging him to stay with him. Connor’s beautiful face. With an almost superhuman effort he lifted his hand and let it rest on Connor’s. He was bleeding out for him.