Sunday: Special Free for All!
Jul. 31st, 2011 12:27 amThe end of the weekend is nearly upon us... Thankfully today you get a special Free for All! However, there may still be problems accessing the community because of the DDoS attacks. If you can't see or leave comments, please give it some time, refresh, and try again.
Today's the second day of our Special Free For All, so all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are acceptable.
Just remember to follow the usual rules:
ø No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
ø No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
ø Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Are none of the prompts catching your attention? Feel free to poke at our Lonely Prompts.
Today's the second day of our Special Free For All, so all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are acceptable.
Just remember to follow the usual rules:
ø No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.
ø No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
ø Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Sherlock, Lestrade, no surprise you've a headacheAnd don't forget to show smaller fandoms some love!
Time Bandits/Doctor Who, Eleven/author's choice, honestly I'm not sure why he made that map to begin with (watch out for the falling moose!)
Are none of the prompts catching your attention? Feel free to poke at our Lonely Prompts.
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Date: 2012-02-16 12:45 am (UTC)It's complicated, and Eliot won't talk about it, because trying to explain it gives him a headache. He's known Quinn for a long time -- longer than even Nate suspects, and damn it, Nate's suspicious of everything. This thing between them started out as mutual respect, then blossomed into a friendship, then grew into...something else, but neither of them wants to shove it into a box and give it a name.
They've beaten the hell out of each other more times than either can count in the name of capitalism and free enterprise, but business is all it is, and more often than not they end up in the same house or hotel room nursing each other's wounds and catching up. Eliot refuses to share that information with anybody. He knows every inch of that long, lean body intimately. They've shared laughter and tears and secrets neither of them dares tell anyone else. Quinn knows Eliot loves him, and Quinn's the only person who needs to know. Eliot supposes the same holds true on Quinn's end of things.
Sometimes it kills Eliot a little inside, the pretending not to care when they're anywhere other than alone in the same room. Again, he supposes the same holds true for Quinn. It's a necessary evil, though, because they both have too many enemies -- chief among them is Damien Moreau -- who know that the easiest way to hurt someone beyond repair is to hurt the person they love most. Eliot's fine with risking his own life, but he refuses to do anything that will put Quinn in danger, so he plays a role.
"You okay, Eliot?" Nate asks as he comes to sit beside Eliot. Three hours earlier, they hauled Quinn out of a blazing warehouse after his employers turned on him. Eliot would rather be in his hospital room, but the wrong people might be watching, so he's sitting on Nate's couch trying not to lose his mind.
"What? Yeah. I'm good. "
"I sent Sophie to check on him," Nate tells him, slipping an arm around him for a hug that Eliot appreciates but will never admit. "He's going to be fine."
Eliot starts to protest that he doesn't give a damn what happens to Quinn, but he's starting to realize that Nate can see through him. He sighs softly and rubs his eyes. "Thanks, Nate."
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-31 05:57 am (UTC)Re: Temptations, Dogma/Christian Mythology, PG13 2/2
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-31 05:58 am (UTC)Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms as sticky as Bluebeard's. (Seames Heaney)
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-31 05:59 am (UTC)FILLED!
Date: 2015-01-16 10:44 pm (UTC)The creature looks like his brother. It walks and talks like Dean and even smells like his brother, but it is not Dean. Sam knows that by the shift of his walk, Dean is cocky but he doesn’t strut like that. "W-w-where is my brother?" His voice trembles, he swallows as ragged gulp. "What have you done with him?" If it were only his life on the line Sam would make a dash for his gun clutched in the shifter's hand; but it’s not only his life on the line but Dean's as well. He doesn’t know where his brother is, if he is alive. All Sam knows is that if he plays this right he may see Dean again.
The shifter cold cocks him, quick-to-curl fingers smash into his jaw, and pain explodes through his body. He sways but stays on his feet, and fights not to cringe when the monster gets in his face and snarls, "Be a good little bitch, and I will your brother live." The monster looks him up and down with green eyes in the likeness of the man he loves. A gaze of seduction and lust, perverted in pleasure and Sam feels the fear twist in his belly. When the shifter orders him up against the wall, and he obeys; feeling exposed, nude and vulnerable. Sam tries not to vomit as the monster palms his cock through his jeans.
“That’s right, put your chest against the window and spread your legs, arch your back, and beg me to fuck you.” The word roll off the shifter's tongue so easily, eyes roaming over Sam’s nude body, glazing brightly green. Sam resists his instincts to fight; he spreads his legs and arches his back, present himself to the twisted freak he wants to drive a knife into. The shifter hums, moves closer; one finger dips around his rim, and Sam flinches as he fights to keep from lashing out. This is for Dean, it’s all for Dean, he tells himself as the finger slips inside. Keep Dean safe, take the pain and spare his big brother. Do it and give in and the shifter will go away once he has gotten his sick pleasure.
Dean saved you from the fire, Sam reminds his heart as the shifter slowly begins to finger fuck him, and he tastes bile in his throat as he remembers, Dean has protected you your entire life. Now it’s your turn to protect him.
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Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2011-07-31 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-31 08:29 am (UTC)No fic but...
Date: 2011-07-31 07:12 pm (UTC)Re: No fic but...
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Date: 2011-07-31 09:46 am (UTC)Not a fill
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Date: 2011-07-31 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
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