Five Acts Meme

[linndechir]

The Five Acts Meme is happening again and it was the best thing ever last time, so you should all do this. ^^ It's multi-fandom; basically you can write fic for other people and they can write fic for you.



Here's how it works:

- Post a list of your five favourite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists here.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.


Five Acts:

1) asphyxiation, breath play, choking, collars, neck/throat petting and biting, hands on necks.
2) powerplay, D/s, humiliation (verbal or other), bondage
3) clothes fetish: one person being dressed during sex, the other being naked. people dressing or undressing each other. people being turned on by seeing someone in different clothes than usual (someone cleans up nicely, or someone who's always perfectly dressed looks dishevelled for once etc.). actual clothes fetishisation (uniforms, armour, tailored suits, leather boots/gloves/coats etc., whatever fits the characters).
4) guns and/or knives
5) guilt, shame, embarrassment: characters feeling like they shouldn't sleep with each other for whatever reason, or at least not in this particular situation/time/place, or characters being ashamed of liking a particular kink/act.


Fandoms/pairings:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones: Stannis/Jon, Stannis/Davos, Stannis/Sansa, Victarion/Asha, Balon/Victarion, Victarion/Asha/Theon, Victarion/any of his relatives, Aegon/Orys, Maegor/Aenys

Avengers: Steve/Tony (comics or movies, I'm fine with both)

Body of Lies: Hani Salaam/Roger Ferris

Coldfire Trilogy: Damien Vryce/Gerald Tarrant

Generation Kill: Brad/Nate

Hannibal: Hannibal/Will

Inglourious Basterds: Landa/Hellstrom

Justified: Tim/Raylan

Sherlock Holmes (2009): Blackwood/Coward

Skyfall: Bond/Q (top!Q preferred, bottom!Q is fine as long as he's not written as shy/inexperienced/insecure)

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs/Juice, Clay/Tig

Supernatural: Dean/Benny, John/Dean (no non-con for this ship)

Teen Wolf: Peter/Stiles

The Tudors/historical RPS: Cromwell/Cranmer

True Blood: Eric/Godric

Welcome to the Punch: Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky



Fics given:

Not much of a choice (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, enemies working together + oral fixation) for doreyg

A cure for temptation (Skyfall, Bond/Q, admiration and envy + touching + UST) for outboxed

Fics received:

I Wish My Enemy a Placid Love (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, guilt/shame) by doreyg

Burdens (ASOIAF/GOT, Stannis/Davos, guilt + power play) by nightswhisper

Choke (Teen Wolf, Peter/Stiles, asphyxiation + power play + one clothed partner) by theaveryrule

Comments

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

I Wish My Enemy a Placid Love (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, Guilt/shame, 15) 2/4

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…So that’s what’s stinging. He moves the hand on Max’s head briefly away to rub just under his jawline, quickly returns it at yet another shuddering breath, “I hate to remind you of this, especially at this difficult point, but we have had sex before.”

Another shaky breath, he flattens his hand into Max’s hair and keeps stroking as soothingly as he can.

“In the van, and against that wall just after I broke you out, and in the back of that car, and that one time when you just couldn’t wait to get out of the…”

“I remember,” Max says brusquely, and finally lifts his head with blue eyes shining. It really shouldn’t fix him to the spot, but that’s apparently inevitable now – every time he gets the slightest glimpse of Max’s eyes he feels like doing something far from sensible, and that’s something that he really should get used to, “but… Fuck, they weren’t like this. They didn’t involve condoms, they didn’t involve penetration, they didn’t involve the implication of a fucking relationship in any shape or form.”

…He takes a break from his captivation by Max’s eyes to consider that.

Ah.

He carefully avoids Max’s eyes as best he can, while swiftly moving his hands to grab the man’s wrists and keep his face free for as long as possible, “I’m slightly worried about your definition of a relationship if you don’t consider some of the things that we’ve done to be signifiers of one.”

Max only glares at him, sullenly, “Sternwood.”

“…But I do understand what you mean,” and he has to admit that, with Max glaring up at him and Max’s wrists bony in his grip and Max so near that he’s pretty sure that any lesser man would be intoxicated, “I suppose, now that we’ve actually slept together like normal people generally do, that we could be considered to be dating.”

And… yes, oh yes, that’s the issue. Max freezes under him, then relaxes to something still, and then stiffens again when he slowly glances down. His expression is that of a rat caught in a cage, flitting between the extremes. He can’t work out what the man’s face is saying – there’s anger in there, yes, and some slight residual pain from the leg. But there’s also fear and confusion and a trembling fragment of hope and-

“…And is that so bad?” Comes out of his mouth before he can quite stop it, tugged viciously forth by the rough storm of emotion that seems to be working its way through Max beneath him, “us dating?”

“Sternwood-“

“I can think of far worse things in the world, I have to say.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

I Wish My Enemy a Placid Love (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, Guilt/shame, 15) 3/4

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“…We’re bad people,” Max decides eventually, his mouth setting into a line. He still doesn’t seem quite sure about it, the storm fails to abate and grows simply more violent instead, “and we’re bad for each other. Neither of us have any business being in a relationship, us dating is a recipe for disaster that doesn’t bear thinking about.”

He nods over these points, finds them true. Also finds, for the first time in twenty odd years and isn’t that a shock, that he doesn’t quite care about the truth – would rather toss it to the side in an entirely irrational way, “Why would we be bad for each other? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that we’ve actually been rather good for each other over the past few months. You saved my life, I saved yours, you allowed me to avoid prison, I broke you out of it...”

“We ruined each other’s’ lives,” Max corrects him. Flatly. His mouth remaining in a line as he stares stubbornly up, “you shot me in the leg and condemned me to aching pain and a general lack of running for the rest of my life.”

…That is a slightly better point. He can’t help a slight wince at it, a tighten of his fingers, “sorry-“

“And I forced you to leave the country and stay lost due to my unhealthy obsession,” Max only goes over him with a sigh, a slight quirk up of the line of his mouth – he looks a little resigned, the facts of their lives weighing them both down so surely that it’s a wonder they aren’t pinned to the bathroom floor, “healthy relationships are supposed to involve neither of those things, and that’s a fact.”

He considers for another long few seconds before he finally manages words. The facts still weigh him down, the guilt presses even harder “…I’d rather say normal relationships.”

“Healthy, normal,” Max arches an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitches yet again, “aren’t they the same thing?”

“No-“

“Largely,” Max interrupts again, the quirk practically becoming a fact of his face – he considers kissing it to shut the man up, only narrowly restrains himself due to reasons of sanity, “for we are neither. You dragged me into an absurd gangster situation involving the smuggling of guns and several severe breaches of the law.”

“That-“

“And I dragged you into an absurd corruption situation where the politicians were evil, my boss was evil, and most of my colleagues seemed to be ranging from mildly malicious to working for Satan,” he’s getting a little tired of not being able to talk. Max sighs softly over him, another thing that is becoming far too much of a habit – briefly jerks his wrist in his grip before realizing and reluctantly easing yet again, “again, not things that healthy relationships involve. Or normal ones-“

“Would you let me speak?” He interrupts this time, charges on as Max is blinking – well aware that speed is apparently of the essence, “I don’t want a normal relationship-“

“But you should want a healthy one” …Though speed apparently isn’t enough. The man darts in again, a certain determination rising in his eyes that he can already tell is going to be an annoyance, “one that doesn’t involve having to break your boyfriend out of prison before fleeing the country with him, never to return. Do you hear any celebrities with that story? Have you ever seen any of your friends in such a situation?”

“I have a wide circle of friends,” he protests stiffly, trying his very hardest not to break into a glare and ruin everything, “and you’re not listening, I like being unique.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

I Wish My Enemy a Placid Love (Welcome to the Punch, Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, Guilt/shame, 15) 4/4

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“This isn’t unique, this is insane,” Max growls, not bothering to hold back his glare – he rises up slightly, muscles tensing and mouth resettling into an even firmer line, “I let you go, I let you take me, I let you lead us over several countries and a few continents besides, I let us both abandon everything that we’ve ever known for the sake only of each other. No celebrity, no friend, no stranger on the street has that story – and that’s because it’s utter and complete lunacy, and unhealthy, and abnormal.”

“Unique,” he says carefully, also trying his very hardest not to grit his teeth and bunch his fists and generally coil into a little ball of annoyance, “different, surprisingly smart considering the options open to us-“

“You ran away with the man who killed your son!” Max yells, finally rising up fully to grab his shoulders and try to shake him and-

“I ran away with the man who saved my life!” He snarls back, finally losing his own temper, and pushes the man down – the world seems to still for a long moment. Everything is quiet, Max’s bright blue eyes glinting up at him, “and tried to save my son’s life, and tried to save so many lives even as he lost so much along the way. You are sensible, you are healthy, you are the most fascinating thing that I know and will probably ever know. You’re the only person in the world that could ever understand me.”

There’s a pause.

A moment.

A long second between breaths.

“…And the only person that I would ever want to understand me,” he looks away from Max’s face, for something else to do – comes to rest on a random patch of wall instead, studies the darkness of it carefully to avoid thinking about all the dark little spots that he doesn’t want to enter his mind, “in truth.”

There’s a long pause before Max answers – and when he does, finally, his voice is just slightly shaky, “it’s not sane.”

“Neither are we.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“It’s the healthiest option open to us.”

“It’s not normal.”

“Who wants normal?” And he finally glances back, finally stares at a point just above Max’s eyes and takes a deep breath in and steels himself and- “who needs it? If we’re talking truthfully then the only thing that we really need is each other, and that’s a mutual abnormality that we might as well take advantage of for as long as possible.”

Max remains silent for a long few seconds.

Quiet.

Almost…

“I need a shower too,” thoughtful. As he dislodges his hands, pushes him back and rises to his feet with another quirk that’s somewhere near a smile, “and a little less philosophizing, and then a nice warm bed. You’re welcome to join me for any of those things, if you’re done with babbling in a way that makes little to no sense.”

He remains crouching for a second, smiling ruefully.

…He rises slowly to his feet, with a soft chuckle, and follows Max as he always will. Not quite at the speed of a cheetah, for they’re not that much alike, but fast enough that it hardly makes a single bit of difference.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeh, I'm so excited you wrote this for me! I saw in your sign-up yesterday that you've seen WttP and ship Jake/Max and I was already planning to write fic for you, too (you have some seriously amazing pairings on that list), so I'll return the favour some time this weekend. Until then, thank you so much for this! :D (Btw, I have two Jake/Max ficlets on my LJ, if you wanna read them.)

I love Max's guilt and shame and total breakdown, and how Jacob is just so gentle and understanding about it, because he is a really gentle guy when he's not in his professional mode.

AND YES YES YES TO STERNWOOD BREAKING MAX OUT THAT'S THE ONLY POST-MOVIE CANON I WILL ACCEPT. And it absolutely makes sense that Jake would think of it as them saving each other, while Max thinks they ruined each other's lives. And in a way they're both right. Aaaaah, and of course mentioning his son is the only thing that makes Jake lose his temper, but even so he doesn't change his mind.

I love these two and their fucked up codependent obsessed relationship so much. Thanks for writing this. And if you come back to write more, I will just explode with happiness. Even more than I already exploded now. ;)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm really glad that you liked it. I also got very excited when I saw that somebody else liked Welcome to the Punch (SUCH A GOOD MOVIE. And yet barely any fic, humph), so I was very happy to write it. :) (also, YES! I really enjoyed both of them, and need to reread them a few times and flail happily. Precious dysfunctional idiots, I'm so fond of them. <333)

And he is! That's one of the things I like best about his character, really, so I'm glad I carried it across. He honestly seems like the nicest guy in the movie - which is a slightly odd thing to say, considering that his first scene consists of robbing a bank and shooting a guy.

AND YES! I refuse to accept that either one would leave the other. They have a BOND, man. And I do like that difference in their viewpoint throughout the film, so I'm glad that I also got that across. Jake, oddly enough, seems to be a bit more of a positive person - so I think that him going "yeah, we saved each other and are pretty good for each other" does make quite a bit of sense. And of course they're both right - they totally ruined each other's lives, but they're so codependent that they sort of made each other better along the way. And yessssss. I like most of the surrounding people in the movie, so I like mentioning them. (Though it does make me think, sadly, about what Jake's son's reaction would've been to his new stepdad had he lived...)

Thank you again! And I am really glad that you liked it. :D