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All-Fandoms & All-Threesomes Comment Fic Meme

You know how it works -
post the fandom/crossover and pairing you want threesomed.
You can dress up the prompt if you wish.
The prompt is simply - THREESOME, right?
Prompt as subdued or crazy as you like. Prompt as much as you wish.
Read through the comments and write some comment fic.

Then pimp this hard so we can all read THREESOME comment fics.



Format:

the vampire diaries, damon/elena/stefan, Season 4 - now that elena is a vampire everything seems possible

justified, boyd/ava/raylan, the ties that bound us through our childhoods bind us still

once upon a time, gold/regina/maleficent, this is going to be a one-time thing so let's make it memorable

greek mythology, charon/hermes/soul, the ferryman and the psychopomp are surprised by lust on the banks of the Styx

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bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 04:46 pm (UTC)
the vampire diaries, damon/elena/stefan, Season 4 - now that elena is a vampire everything seems possible
swirlsofblue
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:45 pm (UTC)
They are careful, the sire-bond sits around their ankles like eggshells underfoot. They do nothing, say nothing. Only one moment, a whisper in the dark. It's a dirty trick, a cheat, a recklessness. Damon's voice in her ear.

"Which of us do you want? Tell me."

She holds her teeth gritted against the word, but it's pulled from her like rotten teeth, ragged and raw and feral.

"Both."

*

It's after the bond is broken. And her humanity back in place. Grief still heavy in her irises. She finds them both standing in her doorway. As if they both fit together there, as if they always have.

"Both?" Stefan asks, like it's a thing he doesn't quite believe yet.

"I didn't mean--"

Damon rolls his eyes, snakes his hand around Stefan. And there's an infinitesimal moment of protest, a weight in the air. A breath stretches. Stefan rolls into Damon's embrace instead of pushing away.

And suddenly it all makes sense. Elena steps towards them, certain now.

*

The bed is large. Their limbs entwine in a cacophony; she can hear their three heartbeats, humming the rhythm of this song.

Wild and urgent and desperate.

Consuming and passionate and ecstatic.

Calm and peaceful and joyful.

Joined. Together. Whole.
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bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 04:46 pm (UTC)
justified, boyd/ava/raylan, the ties that bound us through our childhoods bind us still
bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 04:47 pm (UTC)
once upon a time, gold/regina/maleficent, this is going to be a one-time thing so let's make it memorable
spotzle
Jun. 23rd, 2017 05:00 pm (UTC)
Is Mal in dragon form though?
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bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 04:47 pm (UTC)
greek mythology, charon/hermes/soul, the ferryman and the psychopomp are surprised by lust on the banks of the Styx
rswndrlst
Jun. 25th, 2017 10:37 pm (UTC)
Hermes had lead this soul to the bank of the river in the form a winged creature. The mourning soul had followed closely on the wind, unsure but steady as if resigned to it’s new existence.

The Messenger alights on a stone and becomes his true self and waits to see if the soul will ask for passage across the river or join those among it’s depths. As if a flame had been blown out there appears a wisp of gray smoke and then the naked body of a woman that Hermes feels overcome at the sight of.

He steps forward and the woman bows slightly

“I have left many gifts on your altars,” she says.

Perhaps I should repay the kindness? the trickster in him wonders.

“I was successful in life in your honor great patron of thieves,” the woman continues with a sly smile.

Hermes has not lain with a mortal in some time and this soul belongs to Hades now, he should not be tempted to ravish her so. As if to save him from himself Hermes hears the ferryman’s bell just as the boat emerges from the fog.

The disturbed surface of the river causes the souls within to moan out in longing as the ferry stops at the small pier. The soul turns. Hermes starts forward unwilling to let her go just yet.
***
Charon lowers his hood as the two approach him freeing his long wild hair. Tipping his oar and casting a rope to the pier he stays aboard his vessel and waits.

The ferryman who had been reaching out his hand palm up instead brings his hand to his face hiding a blush. He has seen bare souls for all the time that has been but this one is in a word beautiful. Lust dis-incarnate.

Charon turns to the psychopomp lowering his hand to comment on their fortune but realizes he doesn’t have to say it, The Messenger is already on board, so to speak.

“My lord Ferryman,” Hermes says with a wink.

“Messenger,” Charon greets him in return turning his attention back to the woman.

“I present this soul to you on a journey to the underworld,” Hermes says quietly. The woman is offering her coins to the boatman who reaches to wrap his fingers around her hand.
***
Psyche* feels Hermes step up behind her and speaking close to her ear.

“Would you linger here with us awhile?” He asks and she would gasp at the longing in his tone if she still needed to draw breath. Her hand is still entwined with Charon’s and Hermes presses a kiss to her shoulder. Then her neck.

Why ever should she refuse such an offer? She decides and tightens her grip on Charon’s hand and steps closer to kiss him as the other man’s arms come around her waist, embracing her.

Her whole life had been leading to this perfect moment as the three of of them move further up the bank of the river and take turns worshiping each other.
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swirlsofblue
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:06 pm (UTC)
The Originals, Rebekah/Klaus/Elijah, five years worth of fever dreams, even unconscious they feel each other, see each other, guide each other through


(Is there a limit to how many prompts I can post?)
(THIS FICATHON IS AN AWESOME IDEA)
bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:59 pm (UTC)
This, Elijah realizes, is the inevitability of their curse, making it now a blessing.

This, Klaus understands, is the hidden treasure he had not even known he was in search of.

This, Rebekah rejoices, is family. And family is love and love is all that she’s ever wanted.

Why wait until the world is ending, Klaus shouts at both of them. He is deep in his blooded cups and ranting, pacing the length of the room, out the opened French doors, onto the veranda, and then back. Elijah and Rebekah are seated side by side on one of the sofas. There is a space between them, separating one from the other. Rebekah crosses one leg over the other, towards her brother, her body pulled in the direction of his heat. For a moment her eyes flutter closed and she can feel his body in space, moving closer. Shoulder, hip, the long thigh bone. She can sense his skeleton beneath his flesh. Not his blood or his blood hunger, but his flesh. She breathes in deeply through her nose and when she opens her eyes he is looking at her. Klaus has stopped in front of them, words falling away from his mouth, away from their ears.

Is this a dream then, she asks them both. Looking from one to the other.

Klaus lowers himself, knees pushed up against their knees, hands tentative. I don’t think so. Elijah?

He shakes his beautiful dark head. No, not a dream. Well, yes, a dream. A waking dream.

A dream we can make come true, she says and her voice catches in her throat. She lifts both elegant hands to her neck, fingers thrumming along her own carotid. Her brothers nod slowly, in agreement.

They are all in complete agreement.

She reaches out, they each take one of her hands, then Klaus and Elijah entwine their fingers and a circle is completed. There is no magic, there is no ceremony. It was always as simple as they are making it.

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swirlsofblue
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:09 pm (UTC)
The Originals, Klaus/Stefan/Rebekah, They learn of Stefan's death, but they were never ones to let dead things lie.
swirlsofblue
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:51 pm (UTC)
The Avengers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Steve Rogers; their life at Stark Industries
rswndrlst
Jun. 26th, 2017 05:12 pm (UTC)
I don't think I know the movie verse characters quite well enough to really write this one but I just so picture Pepper being not so secretly into Steve randomly calling her doll-face and other such things from back in his day and Tony being just being like


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swirlsofblue
Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:55 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Loki; mythology
bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 07:03 pm (UTC)
lost, jack/kate/sawyer, jack is the reluctant voyeur watching kate bathing in the sea sawyer hesitates just long enough to convince jack there may or may not be whisky there may or may not be regrets the next morning in the sand
bleodswean
Jun. 23rd, 2017 07:39 pm (UTC)
Hannibal, will, Hannibal, bedelia, a psychiatrist, a psychiatrist, and an FBI profiler walk into a bar....
zippitgood
Jun. 25th, 2017 12:40 am (UTC)
MCU, Bucky/Natasha/Clint, the various ways they go to ground
meridian_rose
Jun. 25th, 2017 08:06 am (UTC)
Black Sails Flint/Silver/Miranda, he is not Thomas but Silver can complete them again
meridian_rose
Jun. 25th, 2017 08:08 am (UTC)
Da Vinci's Demons Leonardo/Riario/Zoroaster, Leo is both too much and not enough for any one person but this can work
meridian_rose
Jun. 25th, 2017 08:08 am (UTC)
Da Vinci's Demons Leonardo/Riario/Lucrezia, learning to share
meridian_rose
Jun. 25th, 2017 08:08 am (UTC)
V (2009) Jack/Erica/Hobbes, an ex-priest, a fed, a mercenary; it's not a joke, far from it
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