2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested,
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It came down to a train. Of course it did. These things always came down to a train and a train track, or a cliff and some sharks, or a six-fingered man and a torture machine inspired by Rube Goldberg. There must have been an unwritten law. Prince Stephane sighed. No matter what the peril -- locomotion, marine biology, a genetic anomoly with an inferiority complex -- as the prince, it was his job to save the day.
"These ropes are hideous," said the latest imperiled princess as Prince Stephane rode into earshot. "I mean really, this is sort of insulting. If I'm going to kick it, I'm not going to do it in beige. Banana Republic called and wants their color scheme back, could you be any more cliche ( ... )
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"Villain, you will never triumph," Prince Stephane began the official Prince speech. "The forces --."
"Shut up!" the Princess Weir yelled. "There is a fucking train coming, get your ass in gear."
Prince Stephane blinked, taken aback, but soon realized that, unconventional as it might seem, there was a certain relief in not needing to finish the remainder of the Prince speech. Perhaps for once he could save the princess with time to spare instead of at the last second, and preserve them both from the near-heart-attack that seemed de rigueur of late in such situations.
"Yes, Princess," he said, and swooped to her side, his dagger flashing to free her from the (offensively beige, she was right about that) ropes.
"You cannot have her, she is mine!" shrieked the Baron Von Lysacek. "My rival and my enemy! You've no right ( ... )
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Flawless style and execution.
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Lambiel/Weir = OTP
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I GIVE THIS A 6.0 AND AN INTERNET.
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"The sunset's that way," she said, pointing.
but the Princess Weir was warm and color-coordinated in his arms
Over here, dying.
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A+!
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AAAAAAAA
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