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3 Sentence Ficathon!

Jan 28, 2011 12:38

For the second of two participation posts for today's 1 year anniversary of this community, we will be having a
3 Sentence Ficathon!
(Idea blatantly stolen from here)The idea is that one person leaves a comment, with a prompt (and a pairing, if you want something other than Blackwood/Coward. It must still involve Blackwood/Coward in some way, but it ( Read more... )

celebration post, ficathon

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anonymous January 28 2011, 22:49:31 UTC

Blackwood/Coward - You drool in your sleep.

the_me09 January 29 2011, 01:09:55 UTC

When Henry had told him he drooled in his sleep he'd been less than pleased, and suggested that Henry was probably drooling on his own chest, thank you very much. However, when Coward woke with his cheek slimy and nearly sticking to the pillow, he had to admit Henry might have a valid complaint. Though drool was not the grossest thing he'd woken up wet with.

second fill ahoy! thatsleon January 29 2011, 06:54:32 UTC

Henry's been relentless since he interrupted Nicholas' assertion that he did something unpleasant in his sleep and then realized that, in order to disprove this undoubtedly false accusation straight away, he first needed to know what it was.

"For God's sake, Nick, what is it?" he demands, and finally, Nicholas invents, "You snore!"

This is, of course, a lie; but Nicholas really, really can't bring himself to tell the new Supreme Overload of Earth that he drools.

mystic7194 January 29 2011, 00:24:21 UTC

Sickeningly sweet Valentine’s day fic

the_me09 January 29 2011, 00:50:23 UTC

The scent of roses permeated their room. Blackwood wasn't one to question a naked Coward, especially not when spread on a bed of red rose petals.
It was only after taking his fill of Coward's body - several times - that he remembered the date and the pendant in his coat pocket.

thatsleon January 29 2011, 03:00:05 UTC

DIABETES GET.

unsettledink January 30 2011, 22:12:08 UTC

When Daniel blushed like that, Henry tended to think it rather suited him. And what better to make him turn such a lovely shade, than a dozen roses, the hue of pooled blood, presented on the hour, every hour by one of the the body slaves, accompanied by notes detailing exactly what Henry was going to do to him later.

And Daniel may have blushed fiercely, under the eyes of the court, but who would dare question their ruler's consort.

mystic7194 January 29 2011, 00:25:18 UTC

A bit darker than your traditional Valentine’s day

inamac January 29 2011, 10:51:02 UTC

"The Romans celebrated this date as Lupercalia," he explained, knotting the goatskin around Coward's naked loins. "A ritual to avert evil spirits and purify the city, releasing health and fertility."

"Ah," moaned Coward, thrusting into the touch, "just another excuse for fucking, then?"

thatsleon January 30 2011, 00:21:02 UTC

omg yes. Lupercalia fic. YES.

The world of Valentine's Day fic just became infinitely more relevant to my interests.

♥♥♥♥
ALL THE HEARTS, MY FRIEND.

inamac January 30 2011, 12:11:43 UTC

*G* Thanks. I think Blackwood would enjoy Lupercalia. This probably needs more than three sentences.

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the_me09 January 29 2011, 00:43:53 UTC

Blackwood calls Coward Kitten, Coward reacts how?

inamac January 29 2011, 10:39:03 UTC

Afterwards, Blackwood examined the scratch marks on his shoulders in the pier-glass.

"Kitten," he said, "you have claws like a kitten."

Kitten-like Coward used his tongue to soothe the abused flesh.

viceindustrious January 29 2011, 19:26:38 UTC

fabulous :3

inamac February 1 2011, 08:30:03 UTC

*Blush* (I knew my kitten experiences would come in useful one day!)

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anonymous January 29 2011, 00:44:32 UTC

"Aristocrats of emotions."

Go.

unsettledink January 30 2011, 22:24:28 UTC

Coward was far too refined, well bred, brought up too properly to ever feel something as filthy, demeaning, animal-like as rage, as lust, as fear. Blackwood, however, had that drop of base blood in him, the slow spreading taint that let such low born passions rise with a startling quickness in him.

Coward may have never allowed himself to feel the stirrings of such things, but he shudders in the wave of emotion that pours off Blackwood, drawn in, hungry.

thatsleon February 3 2011, 09:44:03 UTC

hnnngh oh this is fantastic, thank you ♥

the_me09 January 31 2011, 03:56:59 UTC

Philosophsers went on and on about the meaning of life and what we were all doing here, but none of that interested Coward.

He knew he was an aristocrat, born for the best of things, guaranteed the highest form of everything and anything he wished.

And he knew that love was the highest form of devotion, the most aristocratic of emotions, and he wanted that more than anything.

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