brooklyn // eleven.
title: veiled in grey
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: serena/blair
rating: pg
warnings: n/a
Serena’s breath feels slow as it passes over her lips. She feels weightless in Blair’s grasp, her eyes lost in a map of the girl’s dark hair. She doesn’t know why she’s crying, or why the mistletoe hanging as though it were from gallows instead of Blair’s door impelled an embrace rather than a kiss. What she does know, however, is that standing here, in front of everyone, holding her best friend, her lover, her accomplice, her companion, means more than anyone can ever know. Standing here, she knows nothing matters but the sound of Blair’s heartbeat against her own.
title: a means to an end
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: dan/chuck
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Dan knows Chuck has to be the only person to pin mistletoe to the roof of his limousine. He knows how ridiculous he must look, corduroy pants shoved to his ankles, briefs to his knees, shirt torn open, splayed out in the back of the car. He’s almost embarrassed, a flush spreading through his cheeks. But Chuck’s mouth against his own feels too good, too right, that worrying about how vulnerable he looks diminishes indefinitely. And once Chuck buries himself inside of Dan, pushing to the hilt, Dan’s cheek pressed against leather, everything explodes against the red of closed eyelids.
title: the lucky ones
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: jenny/agnes
rating: pg13
warnings: n/a
They’d gotten back to Agnes’s late. Jenny remembers watching Agnes slip out of the chiffon dress she had made for her, watching as the black, sheer fabric of her underwear clung to sodden, lanky limbs. At first, the kiss had been a joke; Jenny had spotted old mistletoe and had gone for it. But Agnes didn’t fight it; Jenny should have known better than to think she might have. Instead, Agnes pushed Jenny back onto her bed, wet kisses trailing along Jenny’s exposed, jutting collarbone in a rapturous lust that reminds Jenny why she moved in in the first place.
title: magic spells
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: eric, nate
rating: r
warnings: n/a
Eric remembers the first time he realized. It was a party of Serena’s at the penthouse, all champagne and lunacy. Eric had gone to the bathroom in an effort to escape the madness, but had instead walked in on Nate, jeans pulled to his knees, drunken and staring at Eric. He remembers gaping at Nate’s manhood, standing on end between his legs, remembers his heart leaping into his throat, remembers his eyes flickering up to where dead mistletoe sat forgotten above the door. And he remembers turning away, keeping that image of Nate ingrained into his memory for himself only.
title: shameless eyes
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: rufus/nate
rating: pg13
warnings: n/a
He knows it’s wrong. Knows that his knees hurt for all the wrong reasons. He can feel Rufus’s fingers entangled in his golden hair, can see the mistletoe hanging precariously from the ceiling. The first time had been so passionate, so full of life and lust and fervor that nothing had mattered; not age, not family, not friends. But here, now, Rufus’s eyes are dull, heavy, colorless. He stares at Nate as he would anyone else, and even though their bodies still find each other in the night, Nate can only feel a growing vacancy in place of his heart.
title: remnants
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: dan/chuck
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Chuck’s fingers wrap mistletoe around Dan’s neck, skin stretched tight over firm muscle and flesh. He can’t remember a time in which he felt such accomplishment. He can feel Dan’s heartbeat in each fingertip that moves effortlessly across the pale skin of his chest, the pale skin of his waist. Dan’s breath hitches in his throat as soon as Chuck’s fingers wrap around his stiffened cock. And Chuck can only smile as he begins to pump his fist, because he knows that this moment, having Humphrey squirm beneath his each and every touch, will never belong to anyone but himself.
title: keys to the city
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: dan/serena, dan/nate
rating: pg
warnings: n/a
The best part of Dan’s day lies in the moments just before he falls asleep. It’s there he can think, there he can just listen to the city slowly winding down. It’s there his imagination can twist reality to something more satisfying, something more pleasurable. Sometimes it means Serena loves him again; other times it’s something as simple as moving toward her under the direction of mistletoe. And then sometimes, when the night is dark enough and his thoughts are clouded, he can see something in the curve of Nate’s smile, something he forgets as soon as he sees it.
title: better things
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: blair/nate
rating: pg
warnings: n/a
The mistletoe tangled between Blair’s fingers is old, brittle, dead. She remembers how it felt to first kiss Nate. The blush of his cheeks as her lips pressed against his, the snow caught in his golden hair, the way the streets smelled of crackling, roasted nuts. They’d been thirteen, and as soon as Blair had seen the mistletoe hanging from a lamppost she’d wasted no time in turning and feeling his soft lips against her own. But now, staring blankly at the keepsake woven between her fingers, Blair can’t help but let an aching sob tear past her trembling lips.
title: the pioneers
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: blair/dan
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Dan doesn’t know how he’s managed to get here. How one kiss below mistletoe and it automatically means he’s transformed into Blair’s doll. He’s on his hands and knees on thousand-thread-count sheets, the feel of candle wax dripping down his bare spine. He can feel his incisor catch his lip as she whispers something he can’t hear into his hair. He shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, but when her hand catches his rigid cock, it still stops his breathing altogether. And when she says it, when she commands him to come, he obliges unreservedly, because she’s Blair Waldorf.
title: like bullets
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: nate/chuck
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Nate can see the mistletoe hanging above Chuck’s head. He can feel Chuck’s lips against his own, can feel rugged hands pushing him against the wall. He can feel a hand sweeping up his chest to clasp on a nipple, can feel the opposite hand moving beneath the waistband of his underwear. He can feel Chuck’s hardness against his ass, can feel each thrust that pumps his cock up and down, up and down. And he can feel the explosion as soon as he opens his eyes, his own hand wrapped around his dick, waking from a forbidden reverie alone.
title: natural disasters
team: brooklyn
challenge: 02, mistletoe
character/pairing: georgina/chuck
rating: r
warnings: n/a
Chuck remembers his first time. Remembers the way Georgina’s lips had been so red, so plump, when she’d tauntingly sucked on the neck of a wine bottle, mistletoe hanging above them. He remembers how she’d already had a condom ready, how, no matter how young, she was still severely aggressive. He remembers the way her tongue tasted of Dom Pérignon, the way her skin felt cool beneath his hot, eager hands. It hadn’t been perfect; he hadn’t expected it to be. But through the awkward fumbling, the slick feel of flesh against flesh, he wouldn’t change it for the world.