blue_bells | Meme += Five Acts: Round Five

I've been intermittently packing house for a week and the day job had consumed my brain.

The writing mojo must return. Surely, a porn-a-thon is the key? (No, my current project is gen, but words are words....)

There are a bunch of people I want to write for in order to say 'thank you' for the last round, so I hope you're all in this time!

Round five is open!

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

= my Fandoms =
Supernatural: Michael/Adam, Sam/Dean/Adam, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, Lucifer/Sam/Gabriel, Castiel/Gabriel, any permutation of Lucifer/Michael/Raphael/Gabriel, Raphael/Balthazar, Raphael/Uriel/Gabriel
X-Men First Class: Any permutation of Emma/Raven/Angel and Hank/Alex/Sean, Azazel/Riptide, Erik/Charles
Suits: Harvey/Mike, any permutation of Donna/Jessica/Rachel
Battlestar Galactica: Kara/Sam/Leoben, Six/Gaius
The Covenant: Any permutation of Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
Avenger Movie!verse: Thor/Loki, Loki/Tony Starke (Iron Man)

= my Acts =
Adrenaline and crises: So, you just saved the world from a zombie apocalypse? We think you're looking pretty heroic in silhouette against that sunrise with the machine gun on your hip. My machete got a great workout, too. We should celebrate; sexily. (pre-, mid-, or post-crisis sex; speed-freaks or adrenaline junkies; near-death experiences; the shadow of impending death--hours, minutes, or moments; see also Situational engineering)

Alternate Universes: Mafia, prison, college, military, the same rules but with role reversal: you name it, I'll love it. (alternate characterizations and situations; sex between alternates of one character or between different characters; alternates as catalysts for realization of desire; role reversal; darker mirror universe characters; mistaken identity)

Sensory deprivation, overload or enhancement: As humans we only have five senses. How do we compensate when we can't see? Or hear? Or maybe when we feel too much? And if you're being pulled aside by someone not altogether human themselves, are those five senses going to cope? I love it when the senses are challenged in startling ways and the battle for coherency goes quickly downhill.

Marathon: Because it's been something of a running joke in my circle, lately (yo ho, these puns). Make it exhaustive. Make it punishing.

Fingers: Pressed to mouths, tangled in hair, bruised into skin, sunk in deep: fingers, and the specific effect they have on the one being touched, are awesome.

Fills for Others:
For

emerald_embers: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil, R (hairplay, sex injuries, hand fetishism, semi-technophilia)
For

ienablu: Supernatural, John!Michael/Mary, PG-13 (aggression, shoved against walls, hurt)
For

ladyknightanka: Supernatural; Lucifer/Sam, Michael/Adam; PG-13 (Human!AU, barely H/C)
For

nights_fang: Supernatural, Lucifer/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU, clothing fetish, breathplay, frottage)
For

thedreamisreal: Supernatural, Sam/Adam/Dean, NC-17 (D/s, tattoos, possession & jealousy, oral fixation)
For

synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17 (Human!AU cont., power issues, begging, biting)

Gifts from Others:
From

ienablu: Suits/SPN, Harvey/Mike, PG (Hunter!AU)
From

super_seme04: Supernatural, Michael/Adam/Lucifer, R: 'Made For' (marathon)
From

nights_fang: Supernatural, Adam/Michael, NC-17: 'Feel' (bondage, sensory deprivation, fingers)
From

ladyknightanka: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, PG: 'Do No Evil' (sensory deprivation)
From

synnerxx: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Won't You Touch Me, Touch Me' (fingers)
From

setos_puppy: Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel, R: 'Dream Brother; My Killer; My Lover' (post-crises, alternate ending, sensory overload, marathon, fingers)
From

zekkass: Supernatural, Michael/Raphael, R (Mafia!AU, post-crisis moment, handporn)
From

chaos_dreaming: Supernatural, Michael/Adam, NC-17: 'Cuckholds and Concubines' (Business!AU)

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A/N: I actually wanted to write something like this (but more Winmillcest-y) as a multichapter story, but you know how I am with all my muses, no? I had fun writing it as a drabble for you, though, and there may yet be more in the future for this broken Adam. Enjoy, my darling! ♥

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Adam sits facing a large window, through which sunbeams filter to halo over him. He knows because, when he reaches out a hand, the glass is cool, slick, against his palm, the sun's rays warm across his upturned face.

It's familiar for him to be this way and some may say that he's forgotten again, but change honestly terrifies him these days, even if the alternative, inertia, means no one cares. Sam, Dean and Bobby can abandon him here, can forget to feed him or put him down to bed, forever, till he withers away to dust in the rickety old wheelchair they'd stolen from who-knows-where. This is pleasant.

He doesn't hear wings flutter so much as feel the otherwise still air of his room displace, a sadness that is not his washing over him. He turns his head as far as he can, unable to wheel the chair around, and mouths a name. Michael.

The archangel shines brighter than the sun above, precisely the way he had, so many centuries ago, in the beautiful room, but that was once upon a time, when Adam actually had the ability to consider so much else – nature's panoramas, human faces, good and bad sounds. Now, he only sees that light, only hears angel-song and mankind's strongest emotions. He can't even tell someone when his bladder acts up. That can put things into perspective.

Michael's light bears down on him, arching huge over Adam's fragile human frame, but it isn't scary anymore. He and Lucifer have done their very worst already and Adam no longer bothers trying to be anything but a receptacle for them.

Michael touches his cheek – with a hand that isn't a hand – and Adam leans into him, relishing a reprieve from the constant ache that assails his broken body. Music fills the emptiness left behind. It doesn't broach his ears, but the delightful buoyancy that makes Adam's fingers and toes tingle reminds him of music, nonetheless. It's Michael's way of speaking to him.

The notes are lilting and sweet, welling with vertiginous highs and stomach-dropping lows, thrumming with Adam's blood through his veins. His soul is a harp with torn strings and Michael is slowly, surely, mending him for a final performance.

Adams sighs contentedly and extends a hand. It's invisible to him, ironically enough, yet he knows the exact moment that it passes through Michael, finding purchase in his gossamer wings. Really, it makes sense that he can't see himself – that he is nothing allowed to experience everything, perhaps undeservedly. He's always been Plan B.

“I am so sorry,” Michael trills, his lament rebounding between his own grace and Adam's welcoming soul.

Adam feels his lips quirk without his permission. His brothers are unaware of Michael's presence. If they weren't, he would feel their cacophonous panic, their disgust, much closer to him. Instead, there is only Michael, the beautiful, destructive being who had torn him apart, then pieced him back together again.

It's okay, he thinks, with all his measly mortal might. I forgive you.

And together they sit in the sun.

This just made me tear up. I can picture this and it's so melacholic and just... ♥

I'm delighted that you lied it, hon! I have to admit, it broke my heart a little to write it, but I love broken characters so much. ♥

My heart, I think you broke it, but in a beautiful way. </3

*hugs* I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetie. ♥

<3 *hugs*

Oh, this is beautiful, you handled the narrative challenge of a blind, deaf, and mute storyteller with incredible grace and poetry. This should have been sad, it's abstractly tragic, but there's also a sense of Adam's resignation to his fate, and an unexpected peace that comes with it. Thank you so much for this.

Thank you so much, darling! That sense of peace, if gained through defeat, is exactly the feeling I wanted to relate. I was thinking of scenarios where Adam would be as broken as everyone predicts of cage-dwellers, where he might not be happy, but can be content. And now I really want to write more in this 'verse. >_<

Love you lots. ♥

If you ever did write more of this, I'd absolutely love to read it. ;3

Meme += Five Acts: Round Five

SPN, Michael/Adam, Do No Evil, Sensory Deprivation, PG!

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