HOMECOMING DANCE COMMENT FICATHON
I KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS TONIGHT
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS
I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of ( Read more... )
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS
I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of ( Read more... )
Ten/Rose mafia!AU Attracting Trouble Part One
"Who is he?" she asks, and the words ring in the near empty room, drift down to the floor. Her gaze is down; she mustn't look at these men. This room with the dusty drapes and the dust swirling in the sunlight, this is the room where they put the ones who are killed.
Harry's voice carries over to her, smooth as the whiskey he smuggles, and with the same acid burn behind it. "A very bad man, pet. He tried to kill me, but don't you worry your pretty little head. We'll take care of him. Perhaps you might want to watch, hmm?"
She knows his proposal is not, is an order. She hates seeing them kill the prisoners, the blood and the screams and that is why he makes her sit in front of it, and holds her there while she squirms, blowing cigarette smoke all the while.
"I should like that," she says tonelessly, and his fingers sweep back a lock of hair that has escaped from the tightly wound chignon ( ... )
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Her body convulses, back already against the wall, hands fisted. Her eyes widen as she sees the prisoner, that pale man. The door is open to let his screams through to her, his gag removed. Harry likes the reminder of what happens if she crosses him.
She's slept to his yells these past two nights, and it shows in the welts and blood streaking his face.
But his eyes are brown, dark and kind. Slowly, she edges foward to stand at the doorway, listening carefully for anybody coming towards them.
"No," she says softly, and he nods sadly.
"I thought as much. You're his girl, aren't you?" She likes his tone, it's gentle and respectful. She's almost forgotten what respect was.
"Yes," she murmurs and comes to stand before him. Her nerves are firing, tense for a confrontation. Anybody could be coming, and she shouldn't even be talking to him.
"I'm John," he says, and she wonders how a person who has been beaten can have such a cheerful and lovely smile. It's contagious, and she finds herself smiling back ( ... )
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Ten/Rose mafia!au Attracting Trouble Part Three
LJ is being difficult so the last two parts are both shortish
"Seen a lot of this, then?" Somehow his voice isn't accusing but pitying.
"Too much."
"Why don't you leave?"
She laughs, bitter as the coffee they've given him. "I can't. I'm his for life, you see. I met him when I was here from London, a year ago. I was stupid...so stupid."
She drops the spoon in the bowl, metal clinking. A moment to compose herself and she continues. She needs to tell someone, and this kind-eyed man with scars running down his neck and long elegant fingers is listening.
"I wanted to be an actress," she confesses and he hums, accepts the next spoonful.
"You'd be a wonderful actress," he replies, smiling at her. Her mouth quirks up; this is the first time anyone's ever supported her in that.
"He told me he was a manager and I believed him. I should have known...all the clubs and guns and cars. There were men around him all the time, but I only learned why much later. I was so in love with him I agreed to move in, ( ... )
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A month passes, parties and clubs, jazz players swinging and cigarette girls handing favors behind beaded curtains. Harry stops coming to her for sex, but the leers of the men never do.
She wanders where she dares in the brief respites when he isn't in the house, searching for him. She never does find him, but sometimes at night she can hear him calling for her, and she says his name when she sleeps.
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"Come now Rosie. We've got a treat for you." Harry's hand clamps around her upper arm hard, drawing a stifled whimper. She drops the mirror she was holding and has to run to keep up with him.
With a pooling sense of dread she follows him down past the servant's quarters, into the cellar. It's dusty and cold, insects and rats scuttling along the floor. Harry keeps dragging her past the wine crates.
Oh John.
He's staring at her, tied up and guilty. Fear and something else, something deeper than that. His hand flexes and she remembers the feel of it in hers.
"Please," she begs, not sure who she's ( ... )
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that's so weird because I read this and I LOVED IT TO DEATH. I'm going to need the rest of the parts asap stat like yesterday please.
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oh wait i know how LJ DIDN'T TELL ME THAT'S HOW jfc lj you have one job to do
brb reading and dying and reading again
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