Tuesday - Threesomes and Moresomes
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csichick_2 and I'm guest hosting this week. Sorry about yesterday, but life is such that I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached right now.
The theme for today is Threesomes or Moresomes. That means each prompt must have at least three people. No couples today.
No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.)
No spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces. This is especially important since we've hit premiere season with tv shows.
Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.
Smallville, Clark/Lex/Jason, complicated
Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, not so crazy after all
Leverage/Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Eliot, close calls
If nothing catches your eye today, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts.
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csichick_2 and I'm guest hosting this week. Sorry about yesterday, but life is such that I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached right now.The theme for today is Threesomes or Moresomes. That means each prompt must have at least three people. No couples today.
No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.)
No spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces. This is especially important since we've hit premiere season with tv shows.
Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.
Smallville, Clark/Lex/Jason, complicated
Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, not so crazy after all
Leverage/Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Eliot, close calls
If nothing catches your eye today, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts.
tag=threesomesormoresomes
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Date: 2009-11-10 09:50 am (UTC)Solace, PG
Date: 2009-11-14 06:25 pm (UTC)---
“Hey, baby boy.” Caleb grinned—warm and welcoming—while Pogue spoke on the phone; Tyler caught the tail end of his conversation.
“Yeah, yeah, he just got here. Kicked puppy look and all, man, it’s a little sad. He actually lasted a lot longer than I thought he would.” Pogue offered Tyler a wolfish grin before going back to his call. “Don’t worry we’ll take good care of him.” Pogue chuckled, smug and dirty—the innuendo clear in his voice. “Sucks to be you, dude. Yeah, see you in a couple of days.” And then he hung up and Tyler wasn’t sure whether he should be angry that they were talking about him or sad that even gone Reid was still taking care of him.
He didn’t have to ask but he did anyway. “Was that Reid?”
Pogue smirked. “Yeah. He thinks me and Caleb here should take care of his boy.” Tyler scowled.
“Pogue, don’t be an ass. How you doing, Ty?” Caleb asked with a small smile, lounging on his bed all splayed and inviting. Tyler shrugged tossing his jacket at Pogue’s face before making his way on the bed. Caleb’s fingers were already in his hair, cradling his head. “You look beat.”
“Haven’t been sleepin’ too well.”
“So stubborn,” Caleb chided. “Should have come here sooner.”
Tyler hummed his assent, dropping his face into the crook of Caleb’s neck and soaking up the comfort from Caleb’s warm body. Pogue moved in behind him, dropping a kiss where his hoodie opened invitingly, showing the bare skin of Tyler’s neck.
“S’nice.” Tyler murmured against Caleb’s throat, not caring in the least how drugged out he sounded just from the mere touches and all-out attention they lavished him with.
“Spoiled,” Pogue admonished against his ear, sounding more amused than reproachful. “You know he’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah.” Tyler sighed. “I just—you know…” he managed before letting his words drift off. Pogue nipped at his ear before adding, “Yeah, we do. Promised Reid we’d take care of you though, so just lay back and relax.” Caleb ran his fingers through Tyler’s hair as he murmured his agreement against Tyler’s head.
Tyler felt warm and safe cocooned between the two of them, eyes heavy with the much needed sleep. He’d fought as long as he could before finally giving up and seeking out Caleb and Pogue and he wished he’d surrendered sooner; he’d needed this.
“Get some rest, baby boy.” Caleb’s voice drawled out as Pogue dropped a final kiss along Tyler’s jaw, hand finding its way under Tyler’s hoodie and shirt to rub soothing circles against his stomach. Tyler wanted to protest but the dual sensations of warm heat from either side of him lured him into a peaceful sleep.
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Date: 2009-11-10 09:50 am (UTC)Normal is Relative, PG13
Date: 2009-11-11 12:43 am (UTC)The rest is HERE (http://j2-babygirl86.livejournal.com/109170.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2010-08-30 06:44 pm (UTC)(I love her so much, it hurts when she hides things from me. Things that I might be able to help with.)
Grabbing his coat from the hook by the door, the strain in his voice making it gratingly low. "Sophie, just... stop him before he gives himself alcohol poisoning. I'm going out, he won't listen to me anymore."
(I love watching him fight, I hate watching him lose. I love... I hate sending him into that.)
Throwing back a shot and letting the glass slide out of his hands, voice whiskey-slow. "She lies about everything. Even the stuff that doesn't matter. She lies because it's habit and it makes her feel safe."
(We should be enough for him. Why does he need the alcohol too? Why aren't we enough?)
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They still came together at the end of the day, falling into each others' orbits. Tired and needing.
"This isn't going to work." Sophie slid her heels off and tucked her feet under her on the sofa, not giving any sign of leaving despite her declaration.
"This *shouldn't* work. But it can." Eliot corrected her, sinking down on the sofa next to her, his voice a low grumble.
Nate squeezed in last, challenging the sofa's capacity. "I guess, the question is - do we want to make it work?" he asked, "And how much?"
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Date: 2009-11-10 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 04:54 pm (UTC)The Freeze Ray powered down, making Billy turn to see what was going on. That wasn’t a sound he liked to hear. The Freeze Ray wasn’t working. He had to do something about Hammer before he got his mobility back! Whipping around once more Billy was met by a fist. Sent across the room in a flash of pain Billy hit the ground and slid. Not long after, his death ray was picked up and a boot crashed down on his chest, pinning him to the floor. A note was sung, an insult thrown. Billy knew this was the end. The gun was sparking, it would explode. If it didn’t kill him it could kill everyone in the building. Even if it DID kill him it could kill everyone in the building. And Hammer didn’t get it. He wouldn’t listen to warnings. He was going to be a hero, kill the villain, save the day.
Only, when the death ray was fired, nothing happened. Literally. No explosion, no implosion, nothing. It was just, nothing.
“Well, looks like I have to do this the old fashioned way.” Tossing the gun aside Hammer stooped, picked up Horrible by the neck, and drew back his fist.
“STOP!” Both men turned to the sound. And Billy’s jaw dropped. Penny?! But, but, she wasn’t supposed to be here! Sure, this was the opening of her shelter, but she wasn’t there a moment ago! Where had she come from?! “Billy Buddy?” Oh boy.
“Billy? The Laundry Buddy?” Hammer smirked at Horrible. Like he didn’t already know, the douche. “He is Doctor Horrible?!”
Dropping Horrible, Hammer reached out for Penny. Who didn’t notice. Rushing right passed her boyfriend she got to her knees beside Billy, reaching out for him as he rubbed his neck.
“Billy?”
“Hey, Penny.”
“What… is this? You, you’re Doctor Horrible?”
“Of course he is!” Hammer, miffed at being ignored, grabbed Penny’s hand and hoisted her up, clutching her around the waist and glaring down at Billy, who glared back. “Can’t you see the gun and the dress and the thing like science? It’s, brain numbing it is.”
“Penny… it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
“Like what? You tried to kill my boyfriend!” Said boyfriend was gripping her so tightly that as she tried to pull away he bruised her hip.
“He’s a jerk Penny! He’s hurting you right now isn’t he? He’s good at hurting people, I should know.”
“It’s, it’s not like that.”
“Why are you even with him?”
“Because unlike you, tiny.” Billy rolled his eyes. The brick wall was talking again. “I give her what she wants. Which is sex, with the Hammer. In my bed.” The look on Penny’s face was enough. Billy worked to his feet, earnest eyes meeting hers.
“Is this what you want? I wanted to show you the real me. The me that isn’t a failure. I’m not the fool in the Laundromat. I’m Doctor Horrible, I’m evil, and I want to change the world. With you at my side. But, if he is what you want…” He had never said so much to her before, never poured out his life like this to her. It was almost as though he forgot he was in a homeless shelter with tons of people around. He wasn’t Billy in the smock and goggles and gloves. When he was out and about in the Horrible getup, he was strong, sure.
“I have an idea!” Hammer boomed out, making the intimate moment shatter into itty bitty pieces and making everyone watch him again. “I want sex with Penny, and you want sex with Penny. You’re my evil bad guy villain thing, so I want to pound you into a pulp. I know this great hotel room…”
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Date: 2009-11-10 10:29 am (UTC)Evilly Ever After [Fairy Tales, Het, Snow White/Prince Charming/Evil Queen]
Date: 2009-12-15 10:04 pm (UTC)No one saw fit to object to Charming and Snow's continued stay in her castle. After all Charming was the second prince of his native country and so her's was the country he would one day rule.
As for Charming and Snow's presence in her bed, no one knew enough to object against that. This was the happily ever after she had dreamed about since she was a child and it would continue as long as the three of them lived, she'd assured that the moment she'd bound their life forces together.
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Date: 2009-11-10 11:35 am (UTC)But no, her Ladyship was too busy mourning everybody who had ever died, Maria said, but if only Cesario could come later to tell her Ladyship about the game, she would receive him. Viola had relayed the message to her master (well, she'd told him that Lady Olivia wanted to hear an account of the game), and now she was standing in front of Lady Olivia, with Count Orsino prompting her to praise his game.
"Tell her what I did after that goal I shot," he was telling her.
"Then you shot a penalty, my Lord."
"No, no, before that."
Viola was sweating profusely. She'd followed the match closely enough, but she didn't know anything about football. Sooner or later, someone was bound to put her masculinity into question.
"Tell her about the corner I shot," Orsino said.
Viola nodded, relieved. In fact, she couldn't tell the corner from the penalty, but if she put enough descriptions of Orsino diving and shooting the ball and feinting the other team, he'd be satisfied.
"Tell me, Cesario," Orsino said after they left Lady Olivia's house, putting his arm around Viola's shoulder. "You don't seem well-versed in football."
"Um, where I come from, cricket is more popular," she lied.
"Cricket?" asked Orsino derisively. "Cricket is no sport for men. Cesario, we must have you join the team. You're parfectly built for offense. You will see, nothing builds a man's character like the excitement of the game, the fight for the ball, the rush of adrenaline you feel when you're shooting a goal. Nothing builds brotherhood like celebrating a victory together or consoling each other after a defeat. There is nothing like sharing a locker room with the team, taking showers together..."
Viola gulped.
"My Lord, I have asthma," she said, hastily.
"Oh, that's a pity," answered Orsino, and he promptly started planning his next hunting trip, musing that Olivia would surely like it if he killed a lion.
Viola let out a long breath. She fervently hoped that the topic of football would never come up again.
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Date: 2009-11-10 12:53 pm (UTC)She does this because it annoys Peter to no end.
And it confuses him too. Elisabeth has always been the kind of woman to see straight through a man's bullshit, and usually to call him on it.
What Peter hasn't figured out yet is that while Elisabeth does indeed like Neal Caffrey - she likes him a great deal, actually -- it's not because of smile or his eyes or his smooth talking, and its certainly not because of his fashion sense or his flattery, his love of luxury or his "dangerous" persona.
It's because Peter trusts him.
He doesn't trust him to tell the whole truth, and he's positive that Neal will run when he gets the chance. But a notorious criminal walked into their home, sat on their couch, and had a chat. And if Neal were even a speck like the other people Peter had arrested... well, she would have had to deal with annoying, overprotective Peter. Because he would have had a gun to Neal's head, and would be laying down a threat and a demand to stay the hell away from his family.
But Peter isn't at all worried that Neal is a threat to her safety. Or to his. And you'd think that he would worry. White collar criminals are not always gentle types. Almost anyone who makes a living preying off of other people's gullibility, especially ones who are brilliant, emotional, and impulsive -- they'll grab a gun and run for freedom if you give them half a chance. They'll knock you out with a serving tray if you turn your back, if it gives them even a shot at running away.
But Peter trusts Neal, Elisabeth sees. Trusts him with himself and with his wife both, their bodies and their secrets. Elisabeth finds it sweet to see Peter make himself vulnerable to someone other than her. It's too rare a pleasure.
And Neal trusts him, too, she can tell. Trusts him not to go back on his promises, and trusts him not to make promises he can't keep. In fact, she wonders at the level of trust Neal has for him. He's not naive, and certainly knows enough about both human nature and institional power to be wary of sleeping with the man whose custody he is in. And his wife.
The questions that must have gone through their minds, Elisabeth thinks as she looks at the two sleeping men in her bed, her head leaning on Peter's shoulder, her hand intertwined with Neal's, resting atop Peter's bare stomach. Peter must wonder if Neal is trying to use sex to manipulate him, to use emotions to get more leeway than he otherwise would. Or worse, as an insurance policy to blackmail Peter when Neal invariably messes up.
And Neal must be wondering if this is safe. If Peter were the type of man who abused his power, who enjoyed lording it over others, Neal would probably be terrified. Scared that a moment of jealousy on Peter's part would send Neal right back to prison. Scared that Peter might exploit the relationship, might treat Neal without care or respect or generosity. But Peter had said that no part of their personal relationship would ever affect his professional decisions, one way or another, and Neal had nodded, accepting his word without question. As if the famous con artist and cynic couldn't even fathom being betrayed by Peter.
Elisabeth slid her arm past Peter, who was in the middle, to stroke Neal's hair. He shifted but didn't wake. She pressed her face closer to Peter and kissed his bare shoulder, but all he did was let out another snore. She loved thinking about how much they trusted each other. They were natural enemies in a world populated by coldness and cruelty and lies. But in this little bed,
there was simply warmth.
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Date: 2009-11-10 10:44 am (UTC)Short Fill
Date: 2012-01-10 01:39 am (UTC)Angel puts his arm round him and Lindsey smiles. Getting to see the broody vampire at his most vulnerable and emotional has been a revelation. Spike seemed less surprised, though always perks up whenever Angel shows him any affection. Spike once told him that they wouldn't work without him and though Lindsey laughed it off they do seem happier. Even Wes noticed, he'd subtly suggested that Lindsey rethink his relationship situation. Lindsey had not so subtly told him to piss off. His vampires take care of him and are even over-protective at times. Angel kisses his shoulder and Lindsey turns to look at him.
"Thought you were sleeping."
"Not yet. What's keeping you up?"
"Was thinking of how we could mark one year together. I know a year's not much to either of you but maybe we could do something."
"A year matters, Lindsey. A special dinner would only be beneficial for one of us but you never really get to go to dinner any more. Would you like to?"
Lindsey shakes his head. "Maybe we could go away somewhere. Wolfram and Hart must have some more properties with that special glass. It'd be nice to spend a few days together without having to fight or without any interruptions from Harmony."
Spike presses against him. "I vote for the time away. It'd be nice to have a change of scenery for shagging."
"Sorry if I woke you."
"S'okay, love. I heard what Angel said about a year mattering. It does and don't you forget it."
"It's nice to be the thing you guys agree on." Lindsey lifts Spike's arm and wraps it round him. He rests his head on Angel's chest and Angel rests his hand on Spike's arm. Where once being near either one of them would have had him on guard, Lindsey can now easily close his eyes. He falls asleep with Spike and Angel discussing vacations across him in hushed tones.
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