Tisdag: Lets Get Lovecrafty!

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Hello again! This is ravenspear, back for another day of thrilling heroics guest hosting.

On this beautiful Tuesday, we're going to take a walk on the sanity-rending side. That's right, today's theme is Lovecraft! And don't worry, fandoms aren't limited to only H.P. Lovecraft's works, but prompts today have to have a decidedly Lovecraftian flair; dark gods, eldritch horrors, abominations from beyond space and time, and Things That Should Not Be. 

As usual, you have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you may then prompt again.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.


And remember to honor our codemonkey overlords with proper prompt formatting:

Fandom; Character prompt
Fandom; Character/Character; prompt
Fandom/Fandom; Character(s)/Pairing(s); prompt

If you don't find any of the day's prompts to your liking, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts Archive and make someone's day!

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[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal - Peter'd never take advantage of his power over Neal, never get him alone just to hurt him. Too bad for Neal that the thing that looks like Peter, the thing in Peter's body, isn't really Peter at all.

Fill: the place where the wall meets the floor

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

He spotted the differences immediately. The new shape of Peter's smile. Something sharper - more calculating - about his gaze...

Or maybe Neal just sensed it.

"Picking me up at home... You haven't done that in a while. Should I be pleased that I won't have to walk, or worried about why?" Neal asked as Peter pushed open his passenger door and waited for Neal to climb into the car.

"No worries. Just wanted to get us started on this one right away," Peter answered, with a sort of quiet cheer Neal couldn't decipher. Like he'd just heard a joke he was still mulling over; Neal wanted to ask about the punchline.

"Alright. What've we got?"

"I'll tell you about it when we get there. I think you're going to like it."

Neal doubted it. Cases that require such immediate attention that Neal doesn't even have time to check in at the office are rarely likeable, but when Neal frowned Peter just laughed.

And... Neal's hand to god - Peter patted Neal on the thigh.

Not Neal's knee - not that Peter's much of a knee-slapper, either - but his thigh.

"Come on," Peter said. "Don't look at it like that."

"How should I look at it then?"

"As you and me, out there, together, just the two of us. We haven't done that in a while either. It'll be fun! I'm even taking you off the anklet for a little while."

Neal noticed the lack of the words 'on a job' after the word 'together' in Peter's explanation. He might have realized that all of this was very un-Peter-like behavior, except that his pulse had sped up - stupidly - when Peter said "just the two of us", and then sped up again at the memory of Peter's palm resting briefly atop Neal's leg moments earlier. Also, Neal was distracted by the promise of freedom - no matter how limited and temporary.

"Seriously?"

Peter pulled the key out of his pocket and tossed it to Neal. Just like that.

"Take it off," Peter encouraged him. "It'd just get in our way today. Today... the only thing keeping close tabs on you, Neal... is me."

Fill 2/2 (for now :p I may write more for this :)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Things only got stranger when Neal and Peter arrived at their supposed destination.

"Alright, we're here. So why are we here?" Neal asked, looking around them at shady-looking apartment buildings and boarded up storefronts as they exited Peter's car.

But Peter shook his head. "Not out here," he said, paying no mind to the few people out and about in this squalid neighborhood of eight in the morning. "Inside." And then he placed his hand on the small of Neal's back, pressing more surely than he's ever done, and led Neal into one, delapidated old apartment complex, his touch a constant nettler on Neal's mind.

By this time, there was no wondering whether Peter was aware of the things he'd been saying to Neal, throughout their car ride across the city, and how he'd said them. Neal is always reading more into his conversations with Peter than surely exists, fueling his own fantasies of later, when he's alone and at leave to imagine that his straight-laced partner is a little less straight (and a little less married) and in the room with him, doing all sorts of filthy things.

But today, every other word out of Peter's mouth had been a double entendre. Ever other sentence had been filled with innuendo or accompanied by a teasing look, an "accidental" touch.

Neal was beginning to worry as he and Peter made their way up the litter-strewn stairwell of the apartment building. Had he missed some signal Peter had given him in relation to the game that they were playing? Had Peter lost his mind? As much as Neal had resigned himself to never receiving more than the most vague and unintentional encouragement from Peter - concerning his impossible crush - Neal had also assured himself that reciprocation could only ever be a bad thing. Peter would never jeopardize his career over an attraction to his CI... He'd never hurt Elizabeth by having an affair with his own partner, their mutual friend.

Would he?

Neal couldn't see a connection between Peter's sudden change in behavior and the crappy building they were standing in, but he somehow found himself hoping, in any case - as Peter singled out one apartment in particular, pulled a set of keys out of his jacket pocket, and began to open the apartment's door - that they would find a whole team of FBI waiting for them on the other side. With surveillance equipment, and cheap coffee, and weary grins...

Neal follows Peter into the apartment and finds it empty save for a cluster of musty old furniture.

He opens his mouth to again question their presence here when he hears a sound that somehow instinctively makes his blood run cold.

Peter's closed and locked the apartment door behind them.

"What are you doing, Peter?" Neal asks carefully, feeling partly ridiculous for suspecting Peter of... Whatever the hairs standing up on the back of Neal's neck suspect. And partly increasingly distrurbed with every minute.

Peter's expression is as uncharacteristic as Neal could imagine it being. Peter looks at Neal the way- The way he might look at the very worst of the worst criminals... If Peter were in the habit of hungrily fucking the very worst of criminals instead of arresting them.

"Something he's wanted to do for a looong time," Peter says, and he smiles so naturally, with those same, oddly dark eyes, that Neal almost shudders.

"What?" he asks.

But Peter's answer-

Well. Neal is relatively sure, by the time... it is through with him... that Peter doesn't answer at all.

Re: Fill 2/2 (for now :p I may write more for this :)

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

*shivers*

Re: Fill 2/2 (for now :p I may write more for this :)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

OMG

This is soooo chilling and dark and creepy in all the right ways... I absolutely could not have imagined a better fill :) If you chose to continue this it would be completely amazing :)

So many places you could take it!!! How long does whatever-it-is keep control of Peter's body? What IS it? And whenever it's gone - does Peter remember what happened? How do they deal from there?

OMG, this is already epic, and could be sooo much more epic!! hehe ... loooooved it so much!!! thank you!!!