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Meme: Five Acts Round Five
- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. Inspiration can be found here. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists and post comment-fic based off their themes.
- The Five Acts Meme will last October14-21.
1. Biting (marking, nipping, chewing)
2. Possessiveness or jealousy
3. Restraint (pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement)
4. Pampering (spoiling someone rotten with gifts or money; physical pampering such as massage and grooming; giving someone a novel or unexpected degree of emotional or sexual care; catering to someone's every whim, e.g., someone who is in the hospital; harems as settings for pampering)
5. Falling (falling from grace; going bad; turning to the Dark Side; Faustian deals; succumbing to temptation or addiction; degradation and descent in general)
Tribe: Ram/Trudy, Luke/Jack, Lex/Jack, Bray/Lex
Bandom (includes Killjoy'verse): Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Mikey, Party Poison/Gerard, Party Poison/Kobra Kid, Party Poison/Fun Ghoul, Gerard/Kobra Kid
Merlin: Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Gwaine
Power Rangers: Jason/Billy, Hunter/Cam, Conner/Kira, Madison/Daggeron, RJ/Casey, Dillon/Ziggy, Wes/Eric
Santa Clause: Charlie/Bernard
Numb3rs: Don/Charlie
Shelter: Shaun/Zach
White Collar: Peter/Neal
Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel
Big Wolf On Campus: Tommy/Merton
H2O Just Add Water: Lewis/Cleo, Zane/Rikki
Fast and the Furious: Dom/Brian, Carter/Brian
Leverage: Nate/Elliot
Terminator Sarah Connor Chronicles: Derek/John
Eureka: Nathan/Jack
Stargate SG1: Jack/Daniel
Ocean Girl: Neri/Jason
Star Trek AOS: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu
Alice: Alice/Hatter
American Idol: Adam/Kris, Cook/Archuleta
Boy Meets World: Shawn/Cory
UnNatural History: Henry/Jasper
Eerie Indiana: Marshall/Dash
Tin Man: Glitch/Wyatt
Addams Family: Wednesday/Joel
Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Conrad, Ian/Coach
Percy Jackson: Percy/Luke, Percy/Apollo
Victorious: Beck/Tori, Beck/Tori/Jade, Tori/Jade, Robbie/Beck
Merlin : Arthur/Merlin : falling, restraint
But Morgana is sharp, and would probably see that it wasn't Camelot he was most concerned about saving.
So when Gaius discreetly flips to a few spells that might lead the way to finding her, Merlin looks the other way.
Morgana once dropped everything to help him when he was in trouble, stood by his side, and Merlin wishes he felt guilty he wasn't doing the same.
~
The search for Morgana is leading nowhere, but life doesn't stop because she's gone. Uther still has enemies, still has allies, still has political obligations to to fulfill. So when a king from a neighboring kingdom requests Uther to attend and Arthur to participate in an upcoming tournament, they go.
"It's for fun," Arthur tells Merlin, exasperated. "They're not out to kill me."
"You're paired to go up against Sir Elias."
"He's a skilled swordsman, it will be a good match."
"He's a sorcerer," Merlin says, bluntly, and hates that it sounds like a condemnation.
Arthur stares at him for a long minute. "We're not in Camelot, there's no rules against using magic in a fight."
"He will kill you."
"You're starting to sound like my father, you know that?" Arthur says, and Merlin is temporarily horrified. "If you're not going to help me prepare for battle, I'm going to get a servant who--"
Merlin snaps out of his daze, and grabs at Arthur's wrist as he passes.
Arthur turns and looks at Merlin, with an amused look on his face. "Really, Merlin?" he asks, with a laugh.
Merlin tightens his grip.
The amusement slowly fades. "Merlin," he repeats, annoyed. He tries to pull away, but Merlin's fingers stay wrapped around his wrist. The annoyance changes into something darker, and Arthur's voice lowers as he says, "Let go."
He doesn't.
"Merlin," he says, swaying into Merlin's personal space, voice dangerously low. "Let go."
Merlin keeps his gaze locked with Arthur's, and he relents.
Arthur takes an immediate step back, then turns on his heel and strides towards the door.
Merlin debates the merits of closing and locking the door, but lets Arthur go.
~
Arthur gets another servant to help him prepare, and so Merlin watches the match in Uther's box, standing just behind the king.
When Sir Elias prepares to use magic, Merlin can feel the pull of it, and he acts instinctively.
Sir Elias' knee buckles, allowing Arthur to score the winning point.
Everyone cheers.
~
As Merlin undresses and redresses him for bed that night, Arthur spends the entire time staring at him.
When he's done, Merlin looks up, evenly meeting Arthur's gaze.
Arthur stares at him for a moment longer, then looks away.
Merlin takes it as a dismissal, and heads to the door.
"Sir Elias," Arthur says, sharply, when Merlin is at the threshold, "suffered a crippling knee injury. He may never walk again.
Merlin turns to look at Arthur, a concerned expression on his face. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says, carefully.
Arthur's tone is oddly blank as he says, "Dismissed."
~
There's a new spell folden and hidden carefully under Merlin's pillow when they return to Camelot.
He doesn't even bother to open it, just watches disinterestedly as it turns to ash in his hand.
Re: Merlin : Arthur/Merlin : falling, restraint
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He made a big effort to quash his feelings but they just kept getting stronger. Whenever Luke talked to him he would stare at his mouth and fantasise about blow-jobs. When he was alone at night he imagined Luke shoving him onto his stomach, pulling his hand behind his back, whilst whispering filthy things in his ear, or tying him up and biting him hard enough to leave bruises in places that only they knew about.
One day he became aware that Luke, at every opportunity and when no-one else was looking, would give him a smile. He thought it might have started the evening Luke brought a cup of hot chocolate to him as he sat in his room. Then he noticed that Luke seemed to do whatever he asked him to do. One afternoon he cheerfully fetched him a packet of biscuits from the cafe. Over the next few days he tested this further, making varies requests that Luke seemed quite happy to carry out for him. He was unused to people obeying his every bidding and everyday he pushed Luke, asking for more and more.
He began to wonder if Luke was aware of his feelings or if indeed Luke felt the same way.
All was revealed the night Jack was woken suddenly with a hand covering his mouth and a warm sharp breath on his cheek. His immediate reaction was to struggle but all that that resulted in was both his wrists being held in one large hand above his head. His sleepy eyes focused to see a mass of messy blue hair as he felt his neck being nipped by Luke’s teeth. He softly groaned appreciatively as weeks of pent up desire were released. Luke lifted his head to look at him. He smiled while slowly moving his hand covering Jack’s mouth and slowly traced his index finger down his lips where he stopped for a moment while whispering “shhh”.
Jack lay still in silence as Luke; his eyes dark and liquid with desire, moved his finger down his neck, along his chest and stomach to his crotch. Jack’s breath caught strangely in his throat, his body arching.
Luke leaned closer to Jack who lifted his head to meet Luke’s lips and gently kissed him. Jack’s groan was muffled as Luke suddenly pushed him back hard against the mattress his mouth quickly devoured his own, and his tongue delved its way inside, exploring him.
Jack was hard and Luke wrapped his hand around him. He was gentle but firm, moving with rhythm. Jack’s body responded eagerly and soon he heard himself making whimpering noises as Luke nipped at his neck and his chest.
“Oh God” He gasped quietly, moving into the touch. His hips jerked harder, Luke’s hand moved faster, Jack bit his lip to keep from moaning as stars explode before his eyes.
Luke grinned and seeing that Jack was too sated to move, released his wrists. He stood to leave and only then could Jack see for the first time how turned on Luke was.
“Erm..Do you want a hand with that Luke?” he lazily asked.
Luke kissed him tenderly on the forehead. “Next time Jack” he smiled before turning and walking out of the room.
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*hugs!*
Too Little (Too Late) - Jason/Billy - Power Rangers - R - Falling
Jason swallows the bitter, strong amber liquid in his glass and stumbles up from his chair. There used to be a time when he would have reprimanded himself for drinking. A time when he would have chastised himself for it being "uncool". That time is buried in ashes of a long ago life of good times and friends.
Jason fumbles his way into the kitchen where his cell phone is ringing. It's probably Kimberly. She always phones on Sundays to try and pry him away from the bottle, self-loathing and misery. He grabs his phone. Stares down at the name - Kimberly (knew it) - before opening it.
He takes a deep breath and tries his best to sound human. "Hello."
"How are you, Jase?"
"'M good."
"Yeah? Did you see that doctor I told you about?"
Jason's brows pinch together. He tries to remember. He looks at his calendar where his messy hand writing is on a date for an appointment he had missed that Wednesday. He nods his head even though Kimberly can't see it.
"Yeah. Yeah I did. It was... It was good."
"I'm glad. Look, Tommy and I are doing dinner tomorrow. A reunion dinner. Everyone's going to be there. Zack, Adam, Aisha... Trini couldn't make it, and..." She hesitates, the unsaid name lingers between them. Crackling up and down the connection like static. "And we'd love it if you came."
Jason looks at the clock. He diverts his eyes from the happy, smiling pictures next to it. It's still early. Before six. He presses his hand to his forehead. It's hard to think.
"Jase?"
"I... Uh... Let me sleep on it, okay? Call me in the morning."
"Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Jase, love you."
Jason closes his phone and drops it noisily. He plods his way down the hall of his apartment and into his bedroom. He falls on the bed and stares up at the ceiling.
He never thought, ten years ago, that his life would have ended up the way it has. He pictured himself in a happy relationship, maybe with an adopted kid, or at least a dog, with a job as a sports journalist. Living in some fancy mansion in Malibu paid for with thanks from the scientists who dole out Nobel prizes.
He didn't picture himself alone. He thought he would still be fighting the good fight. Training the new rangers. Not being embittered. He never thought he would live in a boxy, small apartment on the wrong side of town living from paycheck to paycheck writing shit for a trashy magazine.
His life wasn't supposed to have gone this way.
Haunted by a million ghosts.
He was supposed to be happy. To be with --
Jason sat up. His body protesting with the movement. He doesn't want to go to the party tomorrow. He hates the once a year bullshit Kimberley still manages to drag him into. That has an empty seat three years running. Still set with a plate and in a favourite spot next to the stove where it's nice and warm, right beside Jason.
A place waiting for someone to come back.
Someone who was the first soldier down in the fight.
Someone who went rouge and tampered with one too many things looking for the perfect solution.
Someone who was never coming back.
Jason made his way to the closet. He opened it and stared into it. His once a year ritual. He ran his fingers over the hangers, neatly organized by colour. He pulled out a faded grey cardigan and shrugged it on, wrapped it tight on his slightly too-large body and breathed in the smell of aftershave.
Jason slid down the wall and pulled over a fresh bottle. He twisted off the cap and took a long, deep swallow.
Regret Nothing (The Fast and the Furious, Dom/Brian, Possession, Restraint, Falling from grace)
When Dom would stretch out over him, hold him down, and press Brian’s hands above his head, the world fell away. All that mattered was the slide of sweat slicked skin against skin and quickened breaths as Dom possessed him, took everything Brian was and remade him anew again. When Dom collapsed against him, Brian relished the weight, the connection. The sex was amazing, but it wasn’t just about that. It was about the intimacy, the passion.
Brian hadn’t been a good cop, had been an even worse fed. Go figure that he’d be a great criminal. It wasn’t Dom’s fault. It was Brian’s choice. Brian loved it, loved Dom.
He regretted nothing.
Sides, (Tower Prep Ian/Coach, shades of them all but pampering because that so wasn't happening here
“I had to,” and it really was that simple for Coach. They had orders to kill Ian and he wasn’t going to let that happen.
“You had to kill your own specially trained team now why don’t I believe that. They would have followed you anywhere.”
Coach watched as Conner circled him a few times before he answered. He knew it was strange but…when he told him team they had a choice, defect with him or fight him, “Not anywhere Conner.”
“So why now. It’s been over a year of fighting, so why defect now?”
Over the over the questions came, and no matter now many times he told Conner it didn’t seem to change anything. They still kept him locked up, still asked him over and over again and never letting him see Ian no matter how many times he asked.
Then one day his world changed, Ian came in alone the door locking behind him.
“That night, what were you’re orders.” Ian demanded as he came right at him, he could feel Ian’s fingers gripping the muscles of his neck, not quite cutting off his air, as he was pushed back into the wall. It took everything ounce of self control to push down his instinct to push back.
“Your death Ian.” And just like that the press was gone.
“They tried again tonight, Gabe saved my life,” Ian said as he looked down at his hand, and that’s when Coach saw they were tainted red.
“I’m sorry, I came here to protect you. It seems I haven’t been able to,” and he hadn’t not from this cage of dark metal. He could do so much to protect Ian if only they’d let him.
“Did you, you said you’d always protect me but you stayed with the Headmaster when we stood openly against him. You’ve fought us, captured us” Ian yelled as he accentuated each with a attack on Coach, a slap to the face, a punch to the stomach at first Coach didn’t fight back but then he couldn’t hold back.
And then the two were going at it, punches, kicks, and walls were used until they were both exhausted but it was Coach who ‘s strength that failed first. After almost two weeks in this room with almost nothing to eat his body just couldn’t keep up with Ian’s. But he thinks Ian knew that.
“You’re mine Dan,” Ian said as he straddled Coach, pulling out a pocketknife, shoving Coach back to the floor when he tried to rise at the sight of the knife. “No, stay where you are Dan, you’re mine again and I’m not letting you go. Not again.”
Coach felt the blade sliding up his chest, cutting away the shirt then rest over his heart, its point just pressing into his skin. “Ian,” he said just looking at Ian’s eyes, darker then he’s ever seem them before.
“It’s time everyone knew who you belonged to,” Ian just said before pushing the blade in.