Batman/Catwoman/Gambit will be posted later. But here's your other request: Lucius/Bellatrix. Rated R-ish.
The Absence of Silence
They were the only ones left.
The Muggles, limp and bloody and broken against the wall, weren’t making noise any longer, so Lucius, still panting from the torture, shoves Bellatrix against the wall (the still-breathing Muggle shuddered) intent on filling the room with gorgeous, guttural sounds again.
Her skin is bare under the bloody black robes, sticky against her flesh in places.
He can only see part of her eyes through her mask, but he thinks she’s grinning as she wraps one leg around his waist, pushing into his hand as she lets out a moan.
He doesn’t taste Bellatrix, because he’s afraid she’ll taste like Narcissa.
He pinches and twists. Her grunts, gasps and groans as she presses harder into his touch fill the room, echoing the same way the Muggle’s cries had minutes before, gloriously. Her fingernails scrape against his shoulders and tangle in his hair as her cry intensifies
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OoO, you really took that ran with it! It's better than I ever hoped for, but that doesn't surprise me because your writing is astounding.
This is really electric, and dirty, and filthy, and guilt inducing. The line about Narcissa really got me. It's as if Lucius can seperate himself from Lucius Malfoy, husband and father, and Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater. Wow.
Re: how about...imamezzoFebruary 14 2007, 18:29:45 UTC
"Spike crooked an eyebrow. Andrew had practiced doing that in the mirror for hours but still couldn’t lift just one." Brilliant. You have so captured the Andrew-ness of Andrew. Thanks, and happy Valentines Day.
This is my first time writing Dinah, so hopefully I haven't mangled her. Pairing is Dinah/Helena, or maybe Dinah/Helena/Barbara. Whichever you prefer, really. :) Hope you like!
The Chase“Oracle, I don’t see any Columbian drug lords here,” Dinah said dubiously into her mic. She had better things to be doing tonight. It was Valentine’s Day! She could be... home watching a movie. Because it seemed like no one in Gotham respected holidays like she did
( ... )
Hi! I'm glad you liked my Steph story. This is set about a week afterward. Title also taken from Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends."
For the Children, They Mark
Stephanie had been stuck inside doing math worksheets instead of getting to go outside for recess for the past week because of dumb Missy Evans, so she was super excited when Mrs. Jacobs let her go outside with the rest of the class
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DCU, Stephanie &or/ other Robins, or pretty much anything you like. Prompt: Someone to listen, someone to watch, someone to search and wait and keep the careful count of the dead and missing, the dead and gone but not forgotten. Some days all that can be done is to salvage one sadness from the mass of sadnesses, to bear one body home. - Thomas Lynch
And/or:
DCU, Kal-El (Earth 1 Superman)/Kal-L (Earth-2 Superman), prompt: It was all so completely wrong, everything from the moment of his birth to this, everything was coming out the wrong way - not the opposite, but worse: close. - Jonathan Safran Foer
And/or:
HP, Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley, prompt: I'm actually staring up at you, you know, right here, right from the pool of this page. Don't worry where else I am, I am here. Don't worry if I'm still alive. - Jorie Graham
I might come back and do another, but I wanted to make sure you had at least one drabble before you left. :)
Ink-Stained Eternity
Sometimes Ginny thinks that part of her soul is still soaked into the pages of that destroyed diary, forever entwined with Tom’s.
He might grab hold of her one day from those shredded remnants of who she once was, she worries, all shrouded eyes and grasping fingers reaching out from torn pages.
The worst times are when she thinks that maybe it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. When the idea of an ink-stained eternity seems like heaven, like comfort, like home.
When everyday life and family and friends seem like faded, tired photographs, cracked and motionless. When her dreams are sharp and vivid, with Tom whispering things she never wanted to hear and desperately wishes were true into her ear, fingers trailing up her spine like a shiver.
When she wakes up, breathless and aching to go back to those dreams.
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The Absence of Silence
They were the only ones left.
The Muggles, limp and bloody and broken against the wall, weren’t making noise any longer, so Lucius, still panting from the torture, shoves Bellatrix against the wall (the still-breathing Muggle shuddered) intent on filling the room with gorgeous, guttural sounds again.
Her skin is bare under the bloody black robes, sticky against her flesh in places.
He can only see part of her eyes through her mask, but he thinks she’s grinning as she wraps one leg around his waist, pushing into his hand as she lets out a moan.
He doesn’t taste Bellatrix, because he’s afraid she’ll taste like Narcissa.
He pinches and twists. Her grunts, gasps and groans as she presses harder into his touch fill the room, echoing the same way the Muggle’s cries had minutes before, gloriously. Her fingernails scrape against his shoulders and tangle in his hair as her cry intensifies ( ... )
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This is really electric, and dirty, and filthy, and guilt inducing. The line about Narcissa really got me. It's as if Lucius can seperate himself from Lucius Malfoy, husband and father, and Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater. Wow.
*applauds wildly*
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Hero WorshipSpike took another swing of his whiskey, then offered the bottle to Andrew with a smirk ( ... )
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Thank you! <3
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The Chase“Oracle, I don’t see any Columbian drug lords here,” Dinah said dubiously into her mic. She had better things to be doing tonight. It was Valentine’s Day! She could be... home watching a movie. Because it seemed like no one in Gotham respected holidays like she did ( ... )
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I've read your Steph story and thought it was amazing. I'd like to see smore of that.
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For the Children, They Mark
Stephanie had been stuck inside doing math worksheets instead of getting to go outside for recess for the past week because of dumb Missy Evans, so she was super excited when Mrs. Jacobs let her go outside with the rest of the class ( ... )
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DCU, Stephanie &or/ other Robins, or pretty much anything you like. Prompt:
Someone to listen, someone to watch, someone
to search and wait and keep the careful count
of the dead and missing, the dead and gone
but not forgotten. Some days all that can be done
is to salvage one sadness from the mass
of sadnesses, to bear one body home.
- Thomas Lynch
And/or:
DCU, Kal-El (Earth 1 Superman)/Kal-L (Earth-2 Superman), prompt:
It was all so completely wrong, everything from the moment of his birth to this, everything was coming out the wrong way - not the opposite, but worse: close.
- Jonathan Safran Foer
And/or:
HP, Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley, prompt:
I'm actually staring up at
you, you know, right here, right from the pool of this page.
Don't worry where else I am, I am here. Don't
worry if I'm still alive.
- Jorie Graham
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Ink-Stained Eternity
Sometimes Ginny thinks that part of her soul is still soaked into the pages of that destroyed diary, forever entwined with Tom’s.
He might grab hold of her one day from those shredded remnants of who she once was, she worries, all shrouded eyes and grasping fingers reaching out from torn pages.
The worst times are when she thinks that maybe it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. When the idea of an ink-stained eternity seems like heaven, like comfort, like home.
When everyday life and family and friends seem like faded, tired photographs, cracked and motionless. When her dreams are sharp and vivid, with Tom whispering things she never wanted to hear and desperately wishes were true into her ear, fingers trailing up her spine like a shiver.
When she wakes up, breathless and aching to go back to those dreams.
She thinks (hopes) she’ll never be whole again.
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