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26 October 2014 @ 02:46 pm
Trick or treat meme  
SAT if-then question:

True or false - if sinfulslasher owns elrhiarhodan's brain and Elr is my brain twin, then Sin owns my brain too....

Anyway. Yes I'm playing the trick or treat meme which goes like this...

The first five ghouls who come trick-or-treating at my door will get at least a three-sentence drabble written.

Just comment with "trick or treat!" and leave me a prompt or just a preferred pairing or ‘verse if you want to be surprised. Then go ahead and post this in your own journal so I can come trick-or-treating at your place!
 
 
 
Kayla Shaykaylashay on October 26th, 2014 06:47 pm (UTC)
Trick or treat with Neal/Peter!
theatregirl7299: Peter and Neal and Miniontheatregirl7299 on October 27th, 2014 12:19 am (UTC)
“Ladies and Gentlemen – Welcome to the 5th annual Waldorf-Astoria Halloween Ball!”

The band leader turned and counted off the beat as the band launched into a laid back version of “Beyond the Sea.” The space was packed with the glittering elite of New York City, dressed to the nines in a wide variety of costumes. Men of power with their mistresses, their wives subtly ignoring them as they flirted with their young lovers. The night, the alcohol, the masks allowing behavior that would normally be frowned upon in daylight.

Peter Burke adjusted his mask to allow better vision as he leaned against the wall and perused the crowd. Tall and lanky, his broad frame stood above most of the men in the room, yet he was able to blend in and disappear. Which was a good thing. The more people who ignored him, the better he could accomplish his assignment.

He saw his target across the room. Silver haired, with a stereotypical blonde on his arm, he was wearing a simple black mask. The man was carrying on a conversation with two other men in similar masks, none of them looking as though they were enjoying the party.

Peter pushed himself off of the wall and sauntered towards the group. He passed several women and more than a few men who smiled at him in open invitation. He ignored them, focused on making sure he didn’t lose the man across the room.

“Peter Burke?”

Peter started at the voice. He wasn’t here under his real name and he was certain from the guest list he’d hacked into that there was no one here that would know him. Turning, he saw the man who had spoken.
Thick dark hair, blue eyes, slender build, wide smile. Everything that spoke to his turn-ons. Smiling back, he said, “I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.”

“No, pretty sure I have the right person. You’re Peter Burke, suspected in several high profile jewelry thefts.” The man pulled out a leather wallet and displayed a gold shield. “Neal Caffrey, FBI. We need to talk.”
elrhiarhodanelrhiarhodan on October 27th, 2014 12:24 am (UTC)
LOVE IT!!!!!!

Now I want that fic!
doctor_fangeekdoctor_fangeek on October 27th, 2014 01:07 am (UTC)
I'm with Elr on this one - I totally want this fic now. ::looks hopeful::

Edited at 2014-10-27 01:07 am (UTC)
(no subject) - sheenianni on October 27th, 2014 08:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - scarym1 on October 30th, 2014 01:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
palombaggiapalombaggia on October 26th, 2014 06:55 pm (UTC)

Trick or treat with dark Neal/Peter

theatregirl7299: Matt and Timtheatregirl7299 on October 27th, 2014 03:23 am (UTC)
“On your knees.” Neal’s voice was cold.

Naked, Peter dropped to the floor, knees spread, hands clasped behind his neck. He knew he was in trouble and Neal – Master – was very angry. Eyes to the floor, he could see the shadows of his Master’s boots as he circled him.

“I’m disappointed in you, Peter.” His Master stopped in front of him.

“I’m – I’m sorry.”

“Look at me.” Peter didn’t look up at first. Permission or no, he didn’t want to see the look in Neal’s eyes, the look that said that Peter had failed him. Slowly, he raised his head.

His Master’s face was impassive. Peter couldn’t tell if he was angry, disappointed or something else. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“I – I came without your permission.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that would bring more punishment but he couldn’t have Neal see the tears in his eyes at his own failure. It was no use, though. Neal brushed his thumb over Peter’s eyelid and felt the moisture.

“Shh…you don’t need to cry.” His Master’s lips were soft as they kissed the side of Peter’s head. “I know how difficult it can be for you to be good. But you know I need to punish you.”

“Yes,” Peter whispered.

His Master’s hands caressed Peter’s neck and shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. “So, how should we punish you then?”

Peter heard Neal walk to the other side of the bedroom. The sound of a door squeaking made Peter whimper. He knew what was in the wood paneled cabinet all too well.

Pleasenotthecagepleasenotthecage… Peter shuddered, knowing that his prayer would be useless. His Master had a particular affinity for the cage.

Neal returned to stand in front of him. “On the bed, Peter.” Peter complied, laying on his back, legs bent over the edge so his Master could have access to his cock. It was over quickly, Neal’s deft fingers sliding the ring behind Peter’s balls, tightening the cage, the ‘snick’ of the lock echoing in the room.

“I think two weeks this time.” Neal caressed Peter’s thigh then lightly smacked his hip. “Bedtime now. I’ll undress myself tonight.”

Mortified that his Master chose to undress himself instead of having Peter help, he crawled up to his place in the bed and waited for Neal to finish and turn out the light. The bed dipped as his Master climbed in behind him and pulled Peter into his arms. “It’s not forever, Peter.” Neal whispered and placed a kiss on his shoulder.

Peter nodded, even though he was sure his Master couldn’t see him. Two weeks. Two weeks of Neal playing his body like a Stradivarius, knowing full well that he couldn’t come. Two weeks of the reminder that he couldn’t live up to Neal’s expectations. Peter stared out through the window into the darkness, a single tear trailing unheeded down his face.


(no subject) - elrhiarhodan on October 27th, 2014 12:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - theatregirl7299 on October 28th, 2014 12:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
sinfulslasher: nobrainersinfulslasher on October 26th, 2014 07:14 pm (UTC)
The answer is YES!!!

(I now own three brains. My own, Elr's and yours. How awesome is that?! \o/)

sinfulslasher: white collar satchmosinfulslasher on October 26th, 2014 07:17 pm (UTC)
Oh.

Umm.

Oops?

Guess one third of the brains wasn't working because I forgot to leave a prompt. *snorfle*

TRICK OR TREAT! :D Satchmo vs. the Great Pumpkin *g*

Edited at 2014-10-26 07:18 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - theatregirl7299 on October 28th, 2014 01:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - pipilj on October 28th, 2014 06:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - elrhiarhodan on October 28th, 2014 04:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - scarym1 on October 30th, 2014 01:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sinfulslasher on October 30th, 2014 08:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
elrhiarhodanelrhiarhodan on October 26th, 2014 07:21 pm (UTC)
Dragon Peter mooning over his hoard
doctor_fangeekdoctor_fangeek on October 26th, 2014 07:44 pm (UTC)
OMG! This. So much this.
theatregirl7299theatregirl7299 on October 31st, 2014 06:10 pm (UTC)
Part 1 of 2
Okay this is way off the prompt but here it is.

“Whatcha doing?”

The voice came from the doorway of his room. Peter sighed, leaning back and moving the desk lamp away to the side. “Homework,” he said, hoping that his tone would send the visitor away. It didn’t.

“Oh.”

Peter waited, but he didn’t hear any footsteps retreating. Sighing again, he glanced down at the cache of stones in front of him. His father wanted them identified and catalogued before dinner but with the unwanted interruption Peter didn’t see that happening. He swiveled his chair around and looked at the boy standing at the entrance. “What do you want, Teddy?”

His cousin shuffled his feet but didn’t say anything. Peter felt sorry for him – his parents had disappeared when he was little and he wound up living with a guardian in a group home. Jeffries was great, but he wasn’t a parent. Plus, Teddy was brilliant, but a Scultone – a basilisk – which meant he didn’t have many friends. Whenever he came to visit, Peter was usually tasked with entertaining him. Which was fine as long as he didn’t have work to do. Like now.

His cousin didn’t move from his position. “You can come in.” Peter wasn’t going to finish. He’d just have to explain to his father later.

Teddy slunk in, taking a seat on Peter’s bed. He took off his glasses and nervously wiped them with his shirttail before putting them back on. “What homework are you doing?”

“I have to sort and catalogue these stones for my dad before dinner.” Peter waved at the jumble of color in front of him. “So I can’t really hang out.”

“Oh.” Teddy was silent. “I could help.” Peter looked at him skeptically. “No really, I’m good with stones.” He got up, came over to the desk and picked up a multicolored gem. “This one’s simple – it’s a 51.5 caret Bi-Color Ametrine, very slight inclusion. Probably worth about $400 US.”

Peter stared at him in shock. “How did you know that?” He’d never seen a student be able to identify a stone so quickly. Unless… “You can access the Collective?”

Teddy smiled. “I found a back door a while back. I can teach you if you want.” He pulled up a chair next to Peter and looked at him expectantly. Peter chuckled in disbelief. The Collective was a historical database of gemstones that all dragons were able to mentally tap into once they reached the age of majority. Young dragons were forbidden to use it due to the overwhelming amount of knowledge it contained. He wasn’t surprised that Teddy had already found a way to access it.

“I don’t know…” Peter began. He trailed off when he saw Teddy’s face fall. Realizing that offering to share was Teddy’s way of connecting, he asked, “Isn’t it dangerous for us?” He’d heard horror stories about comas and dragons going mad if they accessed it too early.

“They just say that so we won’t use it to cheat on our term papers.” Teddy puffed up his chest. “I’ve been accessing it for three years with no trouble at all.”

Peter thought about it. “I’m not sure my dad would like that…”

“Oh…okay…” Teddy mumbled as he stood up. “I’ll just leave you alone then…” The boy headed towards the door.

“Teddy, wait.” Peter made a decision. Teddy was more important than getting in trouble with his father. “Show me.”
Re: Part 2 of 2 - theatregirl7299 on October 31st, 2014 06:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2 of 2 - elrhiarhodan on October 31st, 2014 06:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2 of 2 - theatregirl7299 on November 1st, 2014 12:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2 of 2 - pipilj on November 1st, 2014 08:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 2 of 2 - theatregirl7299 on November 3rd, 2014 12:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part 1 of 2 - elrhiarhodan on October 31st, 2014 06:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
scarym1scarym1 on October 26th, 2014 07:55 pm (UTC)
Trick or Treat - Diana, Theo & Mozzie.
palombaggiapalombaggia on October 27th, 2014 06:10 am (UTC)

Guh. I just woke up and I found your amazing answer to my prompt. Lady, you rock. I ADORE your dark Neal/submissive Peter. It does all kinds of things to me. What a wonderful way to start my day in Paris. Thanks again.

theatregirl7299: Peter and Neal and Miniontheatregirl7299 on October 28th, 2014 12:37 am (UTC)
You are so welcome! Glad you liked it
sapphire2309sapphire2309 on October 27th, 2014 05:23 pm (UTC)
Trick or treat! Neal/Sara, our antebellum innocence was never meant to see the light of our armistice day.