AELDWS Week 7 - Drabbles
Here are the drabbles for week 7!
The prompt was:
Prompt: trapped together
Word count: up to 200 words
There will be a single elimination this week.
#1
Title: Gauntlet
Author: sofia_gigante
Warnings: Claustrophobia
Summary: The only way into Project Somnacin is through the nightmare.
Hell Week at Fort Sill had been nothing compared to this.
At first, Arthur had been proud to be among the five candidates selected for the final test. Now…he wasn’t so sure. He’d long ago lost track of time. His entire world had become this sealed cave, the blackness only broken three times by the muzzle flash that announced each quitter’s exit. Arthur fingered his sidearm. One shot, and he’d be out, too-
“Stay with me,” Eames urged. “Pick another song.”
The last two soldiers standing. They’d been playing this ridiculous game for hours. It was the only thing keeping them sane. Barely.
“I…I don’t know,” Arthur said.
“How about the Stones? I can’t get no…”
“Sat-is-fact-ion.”
They sang until they were cut off by a gurgle of water. The puddle surrounding them swelled.
“Oh God,” Eames whispered.
“It’s almost over.” Arthur was more relieved than afraid.
“Drowning…I can’t...” Panic edged Eames’s words. Arthur was losing him.
“I can’t get no…” Arthur sang.
Eames moaned.
Arthur grabbed his hand. “I CAN’T GET NO…”
Eames squeezed back. “Sat...sat-is-fact-ion,” he stammered.
“Louder!” Arthur yelled.
Their desperate voices rose over the growing roar of rushing water.
The only way out was through.
#2
Title: Revelations
Author: scribblscrabbl
Warnings: none
Summary: Desperate times call for creative measures.
It’s the last time Arthur will ever take a job in Quebec.
That is, if he ever gets the fuck out of Quebec, seeing as they’re snowed in by a freak storm raising hell outside their cabin. Ariadne, delayed out of de Gaulle, is spared, which means it’s him, and it’s Eames, who can’t stop running his goddamn mouth, can’t stop pestering Arthur about everything from the draft seeping through the windows to his favorite yoga pose.
So he decides the most effective way to shut Eames up is to say, “Do you wanna fuck?”
In retrospect, he’s not sure what he expected, but it wasn’t Eames swallowing, eyes heating, ratcheting up the room temperature by dangerous degrees. It wasn’t Eames stroking his wrists while bruising his mouth, tonguing his split lip, making him arch and groan and fucking want.
“Asshole, you made me bleed,” he hisses, and it still sounds like he’s begging for it.
Then Eames is peeling him out of his clothes, lips parted, greedy over his cock, dragging blunt nails down his thighs and pushing a fever into him that burns him through while murmuring, “I’ve wanted to wreck you from the day we met.”
#3
Title: Now People Will Really Talk
Author: involuntaryorange
Warnings: none
Summary: Ariadne comes to the rescue.
“I don’t want to know,” Ariadne announces as she walks into the room with a set of lockpicks.
“It wasn’t a sex thing!” Arthur protests.
“It was totally a sex thing,” Eames says.
“I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure you’re only supposed to handcuff one of you to the bed.”
Arthur shifts uncomfortably under the duvet while Ariadne selects her picks and gets to work. “It’s Eames’s fault. His hands were slippery.”
“Because of all the lube,” Eames adds, helpfully. “You can never have too much lube, you know.”
“You can,” Arthur hisses, “when it causes you to close the handcuff on your own wrist and then drop the key into the heating vent.”
“To be fair, pet, your panicked flailing is what made me drop the key. Hence the restraints to begin with.”
Arthur reddens further.
“I’m learning so much about you guys,” Ariadne remarks as she liberates Eames.
“We can take it from here,” Arthur says, pushing her off the bed with his free arm. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Already tweeted a photo to Yusuf!” Ariadne disappears with a grin.
Arthur moans. “I’m never leaving this room.”
Eames snaps the newly-opened cuff onto the headboard. “Excellent!”
#4
Title: Appropriate
Author: earlgreytea68
Warnings: none
Summary: Eames keeps very thorough lists, because he knows Arthur loves those.
“Here are the places we’ve been trapped together,” said Eames.
Arthur blinked at him like he couldn’t believe Eames was going to do this now.
“I’ve been keeping track,” Eames assured him, in case Arthur was worried he might get an incomplete list (Arthur loved thorough lists). “We’ve been trapped together in avalanches twice. And only one of those was my fault.”
Arthur lifted his eyebrows and cleared his throat.
Eames moved away from that point. “We’ve also been trapped together in a mudslide, but that should have been an avalanche, the dreamer went wonky with the weather, remember? We’ve been trapped together in quicksand; in windowless rooms locked from the outside seventeen times, which seems excessive but I promise it’s accurate; in a horse trailer, which was memorable; in lots of boring meetings.”
Arthur’s eyebrows had skidded even higher. He looked dubious about this whole speech.
Eames took a deep breath and said, “The point is, darling, that I’ve always loved being trapped with you, no matter the circumstances. And I’m most excited to be trapped with you ’til death do us part.”
After a beat, Arthur smiled, and the officiant said, “You may kiss your new husband.”
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The prompt was:
Prompt: trapped together
Word count: up to 200 words
There will be a single elimination this week.
#1
Title: Gauntlet
Author: sofia_gigante
Warnings: Claustrophobia
Summary: The only way into Project Somnacin is through the nightmare.
Hell Week at Fort Sill had been nothing compared to this.
At first, Arthur had been proud to be among the five candidates selected for the final test. Now…he wasn’t so sure. He’d long ago lost track of time. His entire world had become this sealed cave, the blackness only broken three times by the muzzle flash that announced each quitter’s exit. Arthur fingered his sidearm. One shot, and he’d be out, too-
“Stay with me,” Eames urged. “Pick another song.”
The last two soldiers standing. They’d been playing this ridiculous game for hours. It was the only thing keeping them sane. Barely.
“I…I don’t know,” Arthur said.
“How about the Stones? I can’t get no…”
“Sat-is-fact-ion.”
They sang until they were cut off by a gurgle of water. The puddle surrounding them swelled.
“Oh God,” Eames whispered.
“It’s almost over.” Arthur was more relieved than afraid.
“Drowning…I can’t...” Panic edged Eames’s words. Arthur was losing him.
“I can’t get no…” Arthur sang.
Eames moaned.
Arthur grabbed his hand. “I CAN’T GET NO…”
Eames squeezed back. “Sat...sat-is-fact-ion,” he stammered.
“Louder!” Arthur yelled.
Their desperate voices rose over the growing roar of rushing water.
The only way out was through.
#2
Title: Revelations
Author: scribblscrabbl
Warnings: none
Summary: Desperate times call for creative measures.
It’s the last time Arthur will ever take a job in Quebec.
That is, if he ever gets the fuck out of Quebec, seeing as they’re snowed in by a freak storm raising hell outside their cabin. Ariadne, delayed out of de Gaulle, is spared, which means it’s him, and it’s Eames, who can’t stop running his goddamn mouth, can’t stop pestering Arthur about everything from the draft seeping through the windows to his favorite yoga pose.
So he decides the most effective way to shut Eames up is to say, “Do you wanna fuck?”
In retrospect, he’s not sure what he expected, but it wasn’t Eames swallowing, eyes heating, ratcheting up the room temperature by dangerous degrees. It wasn’t Eames stroking his wrists while bruising his mouth, tonguing his split lip, making him arch and groan and fucking want.
“Asshole, you made me bleed,” he hisses, and it still sounds like he’s begging for it.
Then Eames is peeling him out of his clothes, lips parted, greedy over his cock, dragging blunt nails down his thighs and pushing a fever into him that burns him through while murmuring, “I’ve wanted to wreck you from the day we met.”
#3
Title: Now People Will Really Talk
Author: involuntaryorange
Warnings: none
Summary: Ariadne comes to the rescue.
“I don’t want to know,” Ariadne announces as she walks into the room with a set of lockpicks.
“It wasn’t a sex thing!” Arthur protests.
“It was totally a sex thing,” Eames says.
“I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure you’re only supposed to handcuff one of you to the bed.”
Arthur shifts uncomfortably under the duvet while Ariadne selects her picks and gets to work. “It’s Eames’s fault. His hands were slippery.”
“Because of all the lube,” Eames adds, helpfully. “You can never have too much lube, you know.”
“You can,” Arthur hisses, “when it causes you to close the handcuff on your own wrist and then drop the key into the heating vent.”
“To be fair, pet, your panicked flailing is what made me drop the key. Hence the restraints to begin with.”
Arthur reddens further.
“I’m learning so much about you guys,” Ariadne remarks as she liberates Eames.
“We can take it from here,” Arthur says, pushing her off the bed with his free arm. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Already tweeted a photo to Yusuf!” Ariadne disappears with a grin.
Arthur moans. “I’m never leaving this room.”
Eames snaps the newly-opened cuff onto the headboard. “Excellent!”
#4
Title: Appropriate
Author: earlgreytea68
Warnings: none
Summary: Eames keeps very thorough lists, because he knows Arthur loves those.
“Here are the places we’ve been trapped together,” said Eames.
Arthur blinked at him like he couldn’t believe Eames was going to do this now.
“I’ve been keeping track,” Eames assured him, in case Arthur was worried he might get an incomplete list (Arthur loved thorough lists). “We’ve been trapped together in avalanches twice. And only one of those was my fault.”
Arthur lifted his eyebrows and cleared his throat.
Eames moved away from that point. “We’ve also been trapped together in a mudslide, but that should have been an avalanche, the dreamer went wonky with the weather, remember? We’ve been trapped together in quicksand; in windowless rooms locked from the outside seventeen times, which seems excessive but I promise it’s accurate; in a horse trailer, which was memorable; in lots of boring meetings.”
Arthur’s eyebrows had skidded even higher. He looked dubious about this whole speech.
Eames took a deep breath and said, “The point is, darling, that I’ve always loved being trapped with you, no matter the circumstances. And I’m most excited to be trapped with you ’til death do us part.”
After a beat, Arthur smiled, and the officiant said, “You may kiss your new husband.”
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