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This is a series of drabbles I wrote using a list of words from one of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittymeian’s photography assignments. Each drabble has a subtitle.
Title of series: Literature
Overall rating: NC-17 or R
Author: Lily Cameron
Pairings: Dominic, Sean, Elijah and Billy, all in different pairings.
Warning: These are angsty, and there is some serious matter dealt with. As for the one called Disgust let me say now that I don't feel this way. At all. So no flames!
Comments: Please!
Notes: Written in Literature class, ergo the title. Dedicated tonotonboats because she was trying to read fanfiction over my shoulder, though she 'doesn't want to'. And I hate the one called Sinful. It just seems wierd.
Warmth: Dominic/Billy, Dom POV
Cold metal on my wrists. Handcuffs. A burning sensation from the friction. Head, shoulders, neck and chest straining at the bonds. Hips rolling upward seeking contact. Legs wrapped around you. Ankles locked. Skin itching for your warmth. Your hands on my body, tracing paths. Your teeth on my collarbone, leaving marks of ownership. Your eyes...focused on the headboard. Avoiding mine. Why? Your name escapes my lips, a prayer, pleading. You won't look at me. Then you begin to fade. To disappear. I begin to get cold. Colder than the metal on my wrists. Then that disappears as well. And I am left naked. Alone.
And I wake up. All a dream. Except I am still alone. You have been gone for weeks, maybe months. I sit there on the bed alone. You are missing like holes in my body. Wounds that will not close.
Cold metal on my wrists. Knife. A burning sensation. Blood. Soon I will not be alone. I will be warm.
Able, Dom POV
Sometimes he does it for a thrill. Sometimes he does it to feel alive. Mostly he does it because he can. Because when he wears bracelets, or a leather cuff no one notices. No one suspects. There is something about warm leather non his skin after cold metal has scratched it's mark. It makes him shiver.
Sinful: Dom/Billy
It was Dom's idea for Billy to wear the kilt. Because when they sat down to eat at the restaurant it made Dom's job easier. One foot on the floor and one foot resting between Billy's thighs, making him squirm. Then later at home, made it easier to bend Billy over the table. Both still fully clothed. Skirt flipped up. Zipper undone. Sinful. Dom said so. But Billy won't wear his kilt anymore.
Serenity: Sean/Lij
Their lives are a sort of organized chaos of premiers and interviews, conventions,photoshootspickupsairplanestrainslimostvshowspartiesawardnights. In the midst of the chaos they found serenity in each others arms. A normallacy where nothing is normal. They keep each other sane. They keep each other calm. They keep each other grounded. They keep each other.
Disgust: Sean/OMC, Sean POV
When I look at him my mouth fills with bile. When I feel his touch my skin crawls with horror. When I hear his voice my muscles clench and I cringe. Because I know he loves me. And it's so wrong. So disgusting and terrible. It's unnatural. I can't explain why, it just is. The thought of him thinking of me...like that. It makes me retch. It's wrong. People don't do things like that. Dirty, sinful, wrong. Disgusting.
Hatred: Elijah/OC, Elijah POV
I hate the way I need to look at you. I hate the way I need to touch you. I hate the way your voice gives me shivers. I hate the way your eyes give me goosebumps. I hate the way the though of you makes my cock hard. I hate the way I miss you all the time. I hate the way that when I'm not with you I'm not whole. I hate how much I love you. I hate you. Hate you. You.
Evil: Elijah/Billy, implied Elijah/Dominic, Billy POV
You are a demon with the face of an angel. You lure them in. Those who need love. Those who feel small. You make them feel special. Make them feel important. You do it well. A touch of your hand. A glance in thier direction. A few well chosen words. You make them think you are theirs. Thier angel. Then you break them, you hurt them, you kill them. You destroy them. They are worse that before. Insignificant. Full of hatred and bitterness. They get a hardness in thier eyes. They move away, to big cities where they can blend. They always smell like smoke. They never laugh, and thier smiles scream of falseness. You're a demon with the face of an angel. A blue eyed, white skinned angel. Destroy me?
Innocence and corruption: Elijah/OMC, Elijah POV
To them I am innocence personified. To them I can do no wrong, because I know no wrong. To them I am young, new, untouched, untaught, unknown and unknowing. But that's to them. In my reality I am corrupt. Everything I touch turns to ashes and dust. The thoughs I have make me weep, make me curse, make me cringe, make me flush, make me hot, make me unbearable hard. The thoughts I have make my hand slip down to stroke myself. The thoughts I have make me cry out your name when I come.
If this is innocence, I fear corruption.
kittymeian’s photography assignments. Each drabble has a subtitle.Title of series: Literature
Overall rating: NC-17 or R
Author: Lily Cameron
Pairings: Dominic, Sean, Elijah and Billy, all in different pairings.
Warning: These are angsty, and there is some serious matter dealt with. As for the one called Disgust let me say now that I don't feel this way. At all. So no flames!
Comments: Please!
Notes: Written in Literature class, ergo the title. Dedicated to
notonboats because she was trying to read fanfiction over my shoulder, though she 'doesn't want to'. And I hate the one called Sinful. It just seems wierd.Warmth: Dominic/Billy, Dom POV
Cold metal on my wrists. Handcuffs. A burning sensation from the friction. Head, shoulders, neck and chest straining at the bonds. Hips rolling upward seeking contact. Legs wrapped around you. Ankles locked. Skin itching for your warmth. Your hands on my body, tracing paths. Your teeth on my collarbone, leaving marks of ownership. Your eyes...focused on the headboard. Avoiding mine. Why? Your name escapes my lips, a prayer, pleading. You won't look at me. Then you begin to fade. To disappear. I begin to get cold. Colder than the metal on my wrists. Then that disappears as well. And I am left naked. Alone.
And I wake up. All a dream. Except I am still alone. You have been gone for weeks, maybe months. I sit there on the bed alone. You are missing like holes in my body. Wounds that will not close.
Cold metal on my wrists. Knife. A burning sensation. Blood. Soon I will not be alone. I will be warm.
Able, Dom POV
Sometimes he does it for a thrill. Sometimes he does it to feel alive. Mostly he does it because he can. Because when he wears bracelets, or a leather cuff no one notices. No one suspects. There is something about warm leather non his skin after cold metal has scratched it's mark. It makes him shiver.
Sinful: Dom/Billy
It was Dom's idea for Billy to wear the kilt. Because when they sat down to eat at the restaurant it made Dom's job easier. One foot on the floor and one foot resting between Billy's thighs, making him squirm. Then later at home, made it easier to bend Billy over the table. Both still fully clothed. Skirt flipped up. Zipper undone. Sinful. Dom said so. But Billy won't wear his kilt anymore.
Serenity: Sean/Lij
Their lives are a sort of organized chaos of premiers and interviews, conventions,photoshootspickupsairplanestrainslimostvshowspartiesawardnights. In the midst of the chaos they found serenity in each others arms. A normallacy where nothing is normal. They keep each other sane. They keep each other calm. They keep each other grounded. They keep each other.
Disgust: Sean/OMC, Sean POV
When I look at him my mouth fills with bile. When I feel his touch my skin crawls with horror. When I hear his voice my muscles clench and I cringe. Because I know he loves me. And it's so wrong. So disgusting and terrible. It's unnatural. I can't explain why, it just is. The thought of him thinking of me...like that. It makes me retch. It's wrong. People don't do things like that. Dirty, sinful, wrong. Disgusting.
Hatred: Elijah/OC, Elijah POV
I hate the way I need to look at you. I hate the way I need to touch you. I hate the way your voice gives me shivers. I hate the way your eyes give me goosebumps. I hate the way the though of you makes my cock hard. I hate the way I miss you all the time. I hate the way that when I'm not with you I'm not whole. I hate how much I love you. I hate you. Hate you. You.
Evil: Elijah/Billy, implied Elijah/Dominic, Billy POV
You are a demon with the face of an angel. You lure them in. Those who need love. Those who feel small. You make them feel special. Make them feel important. You do it well. A touch of your hand. A glance in thier direction. A few well chosen words. You make them think you are theirs. Thier angel. Then you break them, you hurt them, you kill them. You destroy them. They are worse that before. Insignificant. Full of hatred and bitterness. They get a hardness in thier eyes. They move away, to big cities where they can blend. They always smell like smoke. They never laugh, and thier smiles scream of falseness. You're a demon with the face of an angel. A blue eyed, white skinned angel. Destroy me?
Innocence and corruption: Elijah/OMC, Elijah POV
To them I am innocence personified. To them I can do no wrong, because I know no wrong. To them I am young, new, untouched, untaught, unknown and unknowing. But that's to them. In my reality I am corrupt. Everything I touch turns to ashes and dust. The thoughs I have make me weep, make me curse, make me cringe, make me flush, make me hot, make me unbearable hard. The thoughts I have make my hand slip down to stroke myself. The thoughts I have make me cry out your name when I come.
If this is innocence, I fear corruption.
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That line- absolutely killed me.
These were all very lovely- a few spelling errors- But I got the gist.
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I'm glad you liked. And that's a line that nearly killed me too.
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Absolutely powerful imagery. Great, scalding angst. My soul feels blistered. *shiver*
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Ew. Papers suck. :)
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~Jewels
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Disgust: Sean/OMC, Sean POV
Does OMC mean other male character? Who does he hate so much? That gave me the creeps a bit.
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Mastercard: Accepted everywhere. Even in Middle Earth.
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I think my insides just turned inside out. I loved it completely.
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