Puppet!Eliot, Leverage, Nate/EliotentropynchaosApril 15 2009, 19:50:01 UTC
Nate thinks that if Eliot was still human, there’d be a twitch going in the corner of the man’s right eye - nine-to the dozen, like it does every time something too weird, or too Hardison, or too Parker happens
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Puppet!Eliot, Leverage, Nate/Eliot - 2/2entropynchaosApril 15 2009, 19:50:43 UTC
Cont. from aboveOutside, three faces - set to varying levels of disapproval - stared at him, and Nate shrugged, sighed and pointed to the area just in front of his feet. Three sets of eyes tracked down his body - perhaps a little too slowly, in all three cases, but Nate didn’t want to think about that right now - and three mouths immediately fought to control themselves
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I love this prompt and I have started it about 5 times and I keep failing at it miserably... but there is fic, I swear (although it may be a little longer than a comment ^_^;;)
I told you there would be fic...mariana_oconnorApril 16 2009, 14:12:52 UTC
So it's a little late.
And it's a bit weird and you may have created an entire AU universe in my head... so this may turn into a series. Grr ;)
A snippet:
It wasn’t the sort of place you went looking for, it was the sort of place you found when you weren’t looking for anything in particular, but you’d had a bad day, you needed to get out of the rain or you were so hungry your stomach was beginning to digest itself. The sign over the door was faded and peeling, but the tips of what might have once been the wings of a bird could just be seen in the corners. Underneath, someone with keen eyesight would just be able to make out the words Castiel’s Diner in an ancient looking script.
Lord Voldemort watches his newest prize. His people finally managed to carry out an order and please him deeply. His thin lips scratch out in a smile. He sees Dead Eaters standing by the doors shivering in fear and he dismisses them quickly. He doesn't want them to ruin this perfect day.
He watches the unconscious figure, spread out before him. His arms and legs pinned to the table. His wings scratched out. He looks beautiful. It's the best Christmas' gift the Lord ever got.
Even if he had to demand it himself, he still loves it. He always wanted one of those.
The angel opens his eyes and blinks before his gaze catches the sight of the lord. He doesn't even flinch, used probably to way too weird things by now. Good.
"What are you doing?" rasps the angel angrily. "You can't hurt me. I'm the angel of the Lord."
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*bonus points for using the phrases "Wee little puppet man" or "Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?"
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And it's a bit weird and you may have created an entire AU universe in my head... so this may turn into a series. Grr ;)
A snippet:
It wasn’t the sort of place you went looking for, it was the sort of place you found when you weren’t looking for anything in particular, but you’d had a bad day, you needed to get out of the rain or you were so hungry your stomach was beginning to digest itself. The sign over the door was faded and peeling, but the tips of what might have once been the wings of a bird could just be seen in the corners. Underneath, someone with keen eyesight would just be able to make out the words Castiel’s Diner in an ancient looking script.
The rest is here at my fic journal.
Hope you like it.
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He watches the unconscious figure, spread out before him. His arms and legs pinned to the table. His wings scratched out. He looks beautiful. It's the best Christmas' gift the Lord ever got.
Even if he had to demand it himself, he still loves it. He always wanted one of those.
The angel opens his eyes and blinks before his gaze catches the sight of the lord. He doesn't even flinch, used probably to way too weird things by now. Good.
"What are you doing?" rasps the angel angrily. "You can't hurt me. I'm the angel of the Lord."
Lord smiles at him.
"Yes, indeed, you are."
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