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Hey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.

Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:

Fandom, characters, prompt

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?

And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.

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From:

zeitheist.livejournal.com

It was an unconventional solution to an unconventional problem, as most things involving Neal usually were. Elizabeth had accepted it as part of what loving him entailed, although she knew that Peter would take longer to come around; when Neal turned up on their doorstep with that hunted look in his eyes, Peter reacted with exasperation. He had, after all, made a career out of catching Neal when he ran.

They'd eaten dinner together, the dining table looking somehow fuller, more symmetrical with Neal at it. He'd offered to help Elizabeth in the kitchen and she was charmed enough to let him, but he was... distant. He still goofed around, juggling the tomatoes and stealing pasta straight from the spoon, teasing Peter with easy-going charm, but every now and then she'd catch him staring into space, his expression haunted. Over dinner, the conversation gradually lapsed into silence, until the three of them were watching Neal pushing the dregs of his food around his plate.

"Neal," Elizabeth started to say. The idle, repetitive movement was upsetting, like watching an animal pacing in a zoo.

"Sorry." Neal set his fork down neatly, but he couldn't seem to stop fidgeting with his hands. "It was great, El," he smiled at her, and it barely even looked forced. "Did you add the oregano like I said?"

From her place at the head of the table, Elizabeth could see Neal's leg moving so fast that it looked like it was vibrating. She glanced quickly at Peter, and then reached out to still the restless tapping of Neal's fingers.

"Neal," she said. "Why don't you tell us what's wrong?"

Neal looked down at their joined hands, and for a moment Elizabeth worried she'd overstepped some unwritten boundary. But then he said, in a voice more tormented than any she'd ever heard: "I can't-- I need to run again."

She squeezed his hand sympathetically. Neal had explained this to her once: Think of it as suddenly losing a leg, after spending your whole life as an Olympic athlete, he had said. You've got all these limitations that you didn't have before, and now that you can't do them you realize just how much you took certain things for granted. And sometimes... sometimes I stand at the edge of my neighbourhood and plan all the ways I could get out of there before Peter catches me...

Peter stood up. "Right," he said. "Upstairs."

"What about the dishes?"

"I'll take care of the dishes," Elizabeth said, already moving to do just that. When Neal looked uncertain, she said: "You two go ahead. I'll be up as soon as I'm finished."

She put the pans in to soak whilst she was there, and by the time she made it upstairs Peter had already secured Neal's hands to the headboard. Naked to the waist and stretched taut by the cuffs, Neal was lean and devastatingly beautiful against their sheets, and Elizabeth had to take a moment just to stand in the doorway and look. He didn’t notice her, too busy watching Peter check the cuffs, his eyes wide with something like trepidation. Somehow, Neal had managed to convince Peter to unbutton his shirt, or maybe he'd even done it himself, talking Peter all the way out of his clothes.

She touched Peter's shoulder as she passed, but she knew there would be plenty of time for them tomorrow, the day after, whenever Neal didn't need them. Neal looked up as she perched on the edge of the bed, and she couldn't help but place one reassuring hand high on his arm, over the swell of his bicep.

"Do you ever look at your life and think '... wow'?" Neal asked, although his eyes were so grateful that Elizabeth couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him. She was aware of Peter shifting on the other side of the bed, his fingertips on her back, a barely-there point of connection.

Elizabeth drew back from Neal's mouth only because she knew that Peter would want to kiss him now, and she was mindful of being too greedy. Still, she couldn't bring herself to pull away, not when Neal whimpered and arched up so nicely into Peter’s demanding kisses, so she contented herself with pressing her mouth to his neck, feeling the tendons strain. The handcuff chain rattled, and Elizabeth wondered if Neal was still planning his exit routes.

Well then, she told herself, they'd just have to give him something worth sticking around for.

From:

asimaiyat.livejournal.com

OMG. This is lovely and well-observed. I hope you stay a while in the fandom -- you'll find that we are not at all unfriendly to shameless schmoop.

And neither are the actual writers of the show, which makes it even better. :D

From:

zeitheist.livejournal.com

Aw, thank you so much! I've only seen literally a couple of episodes of the show, but I'm in love with it already. (If by 'it' you mean 'Neal Caffrey', because I am shamelessly easy).

I've got to say, this is probably the warmest welcome to a fandom that I've ever had!

From:

entangled-now.livejournal.com

That is a very soft but in a way that feels real and pointed. I really liked it.

From:

zeitheist.livejournal.com

Thank you, Corona! ♥

From:

entangled-now.livejournal.com

I think I missed a word there but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. I liked the way it was sex but also so many other things too.

Also, I got the comment notification for your reply twelve times o.O *laughs*