Title: Out of the Bag Fandom: OMG Check Please Characters/Pairing(s): Dex, Nursey, misc. team members; Dex/Nursey Rating: Teen Warnings: --- Word Count: 950-ish Words/Prompts Used: let the cat out of the bag
Fandom: White Collar Characters/Pairing(s): Neal/Peter/El magic AU Word Count: 736 Words/Prompts Used: let the cat out of the bag
[Spoiler (click to open)] It's one of Neal's earliest memories: a cheap motel room, curled up in his mom's arms. He's crying because they can't go home, and it's his fault, and he can't feel his mom at all.
Looking back, Neal knows that she was just trying not to share her own feelings of self-blame and stark terror at what the future might hold for them. Two powerful empaths could feed off each others' emotions; two guilt-stricken empaths could spiral into a cloud of despair so thick people would be committing suicide for blocks around.
But at the time, all he knew was that she'd left him. She'd abandoned him inside his heart where it mattered most. It was the first time he'd ever felt alone, and he hated it.
Neal had learned how to be alone in his own skin; how not to feel what others felt. He learned how to make people feel even when he didn't, so he could con them more easily. But he'd never learned to like it.
Mozzie kept a barrier around himself at all times, like a hedge of thorns in a fairy tale. Neal couldn't read him at all. He couldn't touch him, either. Their partnership was based entirely on the idea that Neal would stay outside, and Neal didn't violate that trust. He needed someone who accepted him, even if he couldn't touch them.
Kate felt like home. She let him move inside her heart, and Neal fell gratefully in love with every emotion she had. If he let her drown him -- sometimes, always, joyfully -- it was his choice. Only his choice.
He'd thought it was her home, too. But then she left, and took all the color out of the world. Getting arrested, wearing a suppression collar in prison -- those were just acknowledgements of what was already true: he couldn't reach her.
Working for the BPI -- no, let's be precise, working with Peter -- was a revelation.
Peter never flinched away from Neal's touch; Neal had permission to feel Peter's emotions and share his own. But Peter made sure that Neal knew whose emotions were whose -- their boundaries were drawn in marker and easily crossed, but always, always present: This is Peter's; this is Neal's; these are the edges that touch.
Peter wouldn't let Neal drown, but he didn't leave Neal alone, either. It was maddening.
The few times Neal asked about it -- jokingly, of course -- Peter said that Neal deserved it. That drowning someone is taking away their free will, and though the law and the BPI might limit Neal's freedom, they should never enslave him.
So that first moment of the kiss, when Neal's lips touch El's, with Peter pressed against his back and magic flaring all around the three of them --
-- when Peter's emotions carve through Neal like a knife -- when Peter's desire burns in Neal's chest like a wildfire -- Neal dives into them without a moment's hesitation. He takes El's, too, currents swift and strong and coiling together, too strong for one body to hold. This is what he's been missing all these months, and even if all he gets is this kiss --
-- and he can feel Peter's swift denial at the thought, El's promise of more, both of them demanding that this is not the end but the beginning --
-- but even if this is all Neal can have, he wants it. All of it. Enough to drown in.
Neal feels the moment when Peter understands, Peter's hesitation -- disbelief, concern, determination -- and the moment when El refuses to allow him to pull back entirely.
Everything shimmers for a moment, off-balance and hazy in magic too strong to dissipate and too divided to coelesce --
-- and then Peter carefully, deftly, re-draws their boundaries.
This is Neal's.
This is Peter's.
This is El's.
This is Ours.
The shift settles in with the snick of a spell, a sharp pop like a puzzle piece snapping into place. Peter's talent, obviously, although none of them had ever thought it could work this way.
Neal doesn't know if it will work once they're not touching -- the anklet, the BPI, all the ways this will make no sense to the world. But for this moment, and as many moments as three determined people can make -- he has a home.
I think I did this challenge a little differently than everyone else but oh well. I hope this is okay.
Title: The Cat's Meow Fandom: Glee (AU) Characters/Pairing(s): Sebastian Smythe/Blaine Anderson Rating: PG Fluffiness Warnings: None Word Count: 698 Words/Prompts Used: The Cat's Meow
Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he looked at the scene in front of him. Blaine was lying at the end of the bed with a small orange fur ball that was meowing playfully at him. Chasing his hands across the bedspread. Sebastian didn't normally like cats but the way Blaine took to it, he could hardly say no to bringing it home.
They had been out for a walk and they had found the little fuzzy puff ball. It had been struggling to free itself from a snack size popcorn bag. With it's head stuck, oxygen almost gone, they had rescue it. Of course Sebastian tried to leave it there, telling Blaine the owner would find it. The little thing let out an enormous meow. He swore couldn't have possibly come from such a small animal. But it had and the little bugger had started following them.
Sebastian knew that the cat's meow went straight to Blaine's heart. With some pleading on Blaine's part that they couldn't leave it all alone Sebastian had given in and they brought it home. So now he had this new little furry animal on his and Blaine's bed.
Sebastian let out a chuckle as Blaine moved his hand up the bed towards his feet. The kitten was following the movement up the bed. "Don't you dare make that thing get my toes!" He warned but couldn't keep the smile off his face.
Blaine let out a chuckle of his own and stopped his hands just before they reached Sebastian's feet. "Awe come on Seb, he loves playing. Just wiggle your toes."
Sebastian shook his head.
"Ah you are a party pooper. Fine we will keep all the fun to ourselves." Blaine said and then scooped the kitten up into his hands and put it close to his face. "He looks so much better after his bath, doesn't he?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the two in front of him. "He still looks like a cat."
Blaine reached out and swatted Sebastian's foot and then let out a chuckle. The kitten had started purring. "A very cute and happy cat!" Blaine sat the kitten down on his knee and then started running his fingers over his back. The kitten started massaging and purring even louder. "We need to name him."
Sebastian let out a sigh and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Why do we have to name it can't with just call it Fuzzball or something?"
Blaine shook his head. He picked the kitten back up and head him out to Sebastian. "Look at him, he is too cute just to be calling him Fuzzball."
Sebastian glanced from the kitten that was practically being held in his face now to Blaine. His whole face was smiling. "You are too cute, much cuter than this flea bag." He paused and glanced back at the kitten. "But if we must keep it, I guess it needs a name."
Blaine's smile widened and he pulled the kitten back to him and cuddle him to his chest. "What to name you little guy?"
"Why don't you name him after one of your favorites in Harry Potter or a Disney character?" Sebastian knew it would be easy for Blaine to come up with names from that.
"Hmm, good idea..." Blaine paused thinking the list over in his head. "I really like Lupin, Sirius, Dobby and Snape. Or we could go with Simba, Sergeant Tibbs, Raja, Bagheera, Mufasa, Tigger." Blaine paused once again and this time looked up at Sebastian. "What do you think?"
Sebastian just shrugged at first, but decided to answer when Blaine narrowed his eyes. "I like Lupin, Sergeant Tibbs or Mufasa." Blaine's eyes lit up again with happiness and a smile was back on his face.
"He kinda does look like a little lion, doesn't he?"
Sebastian nodded. "I think you have his name then."
Blaine turned the kitten towards him so he could look into his eyes. "Welcome to the family Mufasa!"
Sebastian and Blaine both started laughing when Mufasa reached out with his paws and started kneading at Blaine's nose. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having the kitten around.
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Fandom: OMG Check Please
Characters/Pairing(s): Dex, Nursey, misc. team members; Dex/Nursey
Rating: Teen
Warnings: ---
Word Count: 950-ish
Words/Prompts Used: let the cat out of the bag
Out of the Bag
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Characters/Pairing(s): Neal/Peter/El magic AU
Word Count: 736
Words/Prompts Used: let the cat out of the bag
[Spoiler (click to open)]
It's one of Neal's earliest memories: a cheap motel room, curled up in his mom's arms. He's crying because they can't go home, and it's his fault, and he can't feel his mom at all.
Looking back, Neal knows that she was just trying not to share her own feelings of self-blame and stark terror at what the future might hold for them. Two powerful empaths could feed off each others' emotions; two guilt-stricken empaths could spiral into a cloud of despair so thick people would be committing suicide for blocks around.
But at the time, all he knew was that she'd left him. She'd abandoned him inside his heart where it mattered most. It was the first time he'd ever felt alone, and he hated it.
Neal had learned how to be alone in his own skin; how not to feel what others felt. He learned how to make people feel even when he didn't, so he could con them more easily. But he'd never learned to like it.
Mozzie kept a barrier around himself at all times, like a hedge of thorns in a fairy tale. Neal couldn't read him at all. He couldn't touch him, either. Their partnership was based entirely on the idea that Neal would stay outside, and Neal didn't violate that trust. He needed someone who accepted him, even if he couldn't touch them.
Kate felt like home. She let him move inside her heart, and Neal fell gratefully in love with every emotion she had. If he let her drown him -- sometimes, always, joyfully -- it was his choice. Only his choice.
He'd thought it was her home, too. But then she left, and took all the color out of the world. Getting arrested, wearing a suppression collar in prison -- those were just acknowledgements of what was already true: he couldn't reach her.
Working for the BPI -- no, let's be precise, working with Peter -- was a revelation.
Peter never flinched away from Neal's touch; Neal had permission to feel Peter's emotions and share his own. But Peter made sure that Neal knew whose emotions were whose -- their boundaries were drawn in marker and easily crossed, but always, always present: This is Peter's; this is Neal's; these are the edges that touch.
Peter wouldn't let Neal drown, but he didn't leave Neal alone, either. It was maddening.
The few times Neal asked about it -- jokingly, of course -- Peter said that Neal deserved it. That drowning someone is taking away their free will, and though the law and the BPI might limit Neal's freedom, they should never enslave him.
So that first moment of the kiss, when Neal's lips touch El's, with Peter pressed against his back and magic flaring all around the three of them --
-- when Peter's emotions carve through Neal like a knife -- when Peter's desire burns in Neal's chest like a wildfire -- Neal dives into them without a moment's hesitation. He takes El's, too, currents swift and strong and coiling together, too strong for one body to hold. This is what he's been missing all these months, and even if all he gets is this kiss --
-- and he can feel Peter's swift denial at the thought, El's promise of more, both of them demanding that this is not the end but the beginning --
-- but even if this is all Neal can have, he wants it. All of it. Enough to drown in.
Neal feels the moment when Peter understands, Peter's hesitation -- disbelief, concern, determination -- and the moment when El refuses to allow him to pull back entirely.
Everything shimmers for a moment, off-balance and hazy in magic too strong to dissipate and too divided to coelesce --
-- and then Peter carefully, deftly, re-draws their boundaries.
This is Neal's.
This is Peter's.
This is El's.
This is Ours.
The shift settles in with the snick of a spell, a sharp pop like a puzzle piece snapping into place. Peter's talent, obviously, although none of them had ever thought it could work this way.
Neal doesn't know if it will work once they're not touching -- the anklet, the BPI, all the ways this will make no sense to the world. But for this moment, and as many moments as three determined people can make -- he has a home.
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Title: The Cat's Meow
Fandom: Glee (AU)
Characters/Pairing(s): Sebastian Smythe/Blaine Anderson
Rating: PG Fluffiness
Warnings: None
Word Count: 698
Words/Prompts Used: The Cat's Meow
Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he looked at the scene in front of him. Blaine was lying at the end of the bed with a small orange fur ball that was meowing playfully at him. Chasing his hands across the bedspread. Sebastian didn't normally like cats but the way Blaine took to it, he could hardly say no to bringing it home.
They had been out for a walk and they had found the little fuzzy puff ball. It had been struggling to free itself from a snack size popcorn bag. With it's head stuck, oxygen almost gone, they had rescue it. Of course Sebastian tried to leave it there, telling Blaine the owner would find it. The little thing let out an enormous meow. He swore couldn't have possibly come from such a small animal. But it had and the little bugger had started following them.
Sebastian knew that the cat's meow went straight to Blaine's heart. With some pleading on Blaine's part that they couldn't leave it all alone Sebastian had given in and they brought it home. So now he had this new little furry animal on his and Blaine's bed.
Sebastian let out a chuckle as Blaine moved his hand up the bed towards his feet. The kitten was following the movement up the bed. "Don't you dare make that thing get my toes!" He warned but couldn't keep the smile off his face.
Blaine let out a chuckle of his own and stopped his hands just before they reached Sebastian's feet. "Awe come on Seb, he loves playing. Just wiggle your toes."
Sebastian shook his head.
"Ah you are a party pooper. Fine we will keep all the fun to ourselves." Blaine said and then scooped the kitten up into his hands and put it close to his face. "He looks so much better after his bath, doesn't he?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the two in front of him. "He still looks like a cat."
Blaine reached out and swatted Sebastian's foot and then let out a chuckle. The kitten had started purring. "A very cute and happy cat!" Blaine sat the kitten down on his knee and then started running his fingers over his back. The kitten started massaging and purring even louder. "We need to name him."
Sebastian let out a sigh and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Why do we have to name it can't with just call it Fuzzball or something?"
Blaine shook his head. He picked the kitten back up and head him out to Sebastian. "Look at him, he is too cute just to be calling him Fuzzball."
Sebastian glanced from the kitten that was practically being held in his face now to Blaine. His whole face was smiling. "You are too cute, much cuter than this flea bag." He paused and glanced back at the kitten. "But if we must keep it, I guess it needs a name."
Blaine's smile widened and he pulled the kitten back to him and cuddle him to his chest. "What to name you little guy?"
"Why don't you name him after one of your favorites in Harry Potter or a Disney character?" Sebastian knew it would be easy for Blaine to come up with names from that.
"Hmm, good idea..." Blaine paused thinking the list over in his head. "I really like Lupin, Sirius, Dobby and Snape. Or we could go with Simba, Sergeant Tibbs, Raja, Bagheera, Mufasa, Tigger." Blaine paused once again and this time looked up at Sebastian. "What do you think?"
Sebastian just shrugged at first, but decided to answer when Blaine narrowed his eyes. "I like Lupin, Sergeant Tibbs or Mufasa." Blaine's eyes lit up again with happiness and a smile was back on his face.
"He kinda does look like a little lion, doesn't he?"
Sebastian nodded. "I think you have his name then."
Blaine turned the kitten towards him so he could look into his eyes. "Welcome to the family Mufasa!"
Sebastian and Blaine both started laughing when Mufasa reached out with his paws and started kneading at Blaine's nose. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having the kitten around.
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