Nic pulled on my hair once more. It didn't serve any purpose but to hurt, to humiliate. I knew this. I'd been through this before, and survived. I would again. And if I could protect Ivy, keep her from knowing this, from seeing it, then maybe I could find a way out. Find a way to save her.
The cloak was pulled away, tossed off into a dark corner somewhere and I was cold, nearly painfully so. I don't know what was going through Nic's head, but he just knelt there, stroking his hand up and down my spine, slowly, as though we were lovers. I shivered, naked, bound and gagged and tried to keep my head on straight. Finally, a decision was made, or maybe Nic decided I'd turned blue enough for his tastes. He slipped the knot on the rope and took hold of the short chain between my wrists.
I couldn't get my legs to work. My feet had gone numb some time ago and after the beatings I'd taken, I had nothing left. I was doing all I could to keep from just closing my eyes and letting everything go to hell. Nic didn't care. When I couldn't walk, he dragged me. The ground was mostly cleared dirt, hard packed but relatively smooth. Except for every so often when some tender part of me would find a half buried rock. By the time Nic dropped me next to the small fire he had going, I was bleeding from half a dozen small wounds. A foot slipped under my stomach and pressed, flipping me over onto my back. I panted through the gag, waiting.
“Remember what happens if you get noisy, Harry. The Archive wakes up. Maybe I even figure out a way to get her in on the fun.” I choked. The idea that he could- it shouldn't have shocked me, not after everything. But it did. Nic grinned and untied the gag. I worked my jaw, stretching it, but didn't make any sound. “Perfect.” He ran a hand down the side of my face. Gentle again.
Something cold slipped across one of the bleeding cuts and I jerked, biting down to keep the yelp inside. More touches, cold and slippery and familiar. I couldn't see them, but I knew that Anduriel's shadow tentacles and formed around Nic. Small mouths opened on them, sealing over the cuts and and licking. Tiny tongues sliding into the scrapes, flicking back and forth. I whimpered, the softest sound I could make. It hurt, but it somehow also felt good.
I slammed my head back into the dirt, trying to drive the sensations back to where they belonged. Pain, and only pain. Nic laughed above me and I felt him kneel between my legs, spreading them wide. “Hold him down.” Larger tentacles wrapped around my legs at ankles and knees, another gripped my bound wrists. They pulled, stretching me out and a groan escaped as I felt my joints pulling. It sounded so very loud in my ears, I rolled my eyes to look at Ivy. She was still in the same position. I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed my magic away, grounding it out as much as I could.
“Ah, Harry. You have no idea how good you look.” Fingers undid the leather and buckles, pulling the harness clear of my body, leaving me completely bare. A muscular hand, callused in odd, unfamiliar ways wrapped around my lip cock and a frission went up my spine. The mouths began their movements again, sucking, biting without teeth, so that it was just pressure. Nic began to jerk me off, slow and steady. Even though I was limp, it didn't take long. He knew how bodies worked. He knew my body.
I ground the back of my head into the dirt, eyes closed, a high pitched whine escaping as I fought myself, fought not to give in. But it was a losing battle. I didn't have enough control. I didn't have enough of anything. A twist of the wrist, the flash of teeth in the wavering firelight and I came, choking on my own tears.
“Shh. Shhh. Calm down. You're so sweet, so pliant, aren't you? Do you know why? Why you don't fight harder? I know you tell yourself it's because you're trying to save the girl, but that's not it at all.” Nic took hold of the thing inside me, twisted it, pulling it out and then slowly pressing in. Again and again. I felt so stretched, impossible. “It's because you like it. You only fight hard enough to tell yourself you tried, and then you give in. I could do anything, anything at all, and you'd let me.”
Nic yanked the thing out, too fast and blood filled my mouth again as I bit down. I was suddenly empty, fluid starting to leak out immediately even as I tried to clench down, to stop feeling so hollow. Nic tsk'd and slid two fingers in without pause. I'd been stretched so wide for so long it was like they weren't even there. The air thrummed with his pleasure and he came back with three. I felt those, barely, and squirmed.
“So perfect. Such a slut, aren't we, Harry? Nothing else will satisfy, after this. You'll dream of me for the rest of your life.”
Something wide, rough and fleshy pressed into me and I froze. What was he- oh stars. His hand. I keened as I felt him sink into me up to the second knuckle, maybe. It was too much. He had to stop. He had to.
“Stop. Stop. Please, please stop. I can't- you'll kill me. Don't do this, god, Nic, please...” I whispered it, rough, coughing up my own blood and saliva. My magic spiked against my own skin. I wanted to use it, to throw him off of me, to get free, but some part of my mind remembered Ivy, and held it down. No matter what happened, I would not be the cause of her death. I wouldn't.
The fingers inside me twisted, working their way deeper.
“This is what I want, Harry. I'm going to fuck you with my fist, and you'll come from that alone. If you can't be quiet, I can gag you again. Would you like that? We've made it so far alone, I'd hate to lose what we have.” I couldn't answer him. I didn't need to. A tentacle, thicker than the others nibbling along my flesh, or holding me down slid up along my cheek, pushing itself against my mouth then flattening out. Gagged. I tried not to feel relieved. I couldn't scream now. I couldn't endanger Ivy like that.
He pressed on, thicker and harder, more and more pressure, uncomfortable, then painful. I felt the ridge of his thumb, pressed up against the palm, a grating, tearing addition to everything else, and I screamed. “That's it. That's good. Give it all to me.” Then he was there, inside up me up to the wrist. I knew it would hurt, I knew it would do no good at all, but I fought. The tentacles held me down, kept me from tearing myself apart of Nicodemus's hand, and eventually I slumped, mind skittering around, touching different facts and sensations and then shying away. I reached for my magic, desperate, and found it sliding away from my touch. Not enough control. I couldn't wield it when I needed it the most.
My hips jerked, involuntary as the hand inside me moved, fingers rippling, opening and closing slightly, then twisting until they found that spot inside me. Lightning shot through me and then Nic touched it again, his hand curling inside me, clenching and he began to thrust his clenched fist inside of me in short, sharp movements. Just a little back and forth, but it was enough, rubbing against the over sensitive walls, against the spot that took my breath away, that made my body forget where we were and who was doing this, and I found myself hard again, like a goddamn teenager and then Nic's mouth was on me, swallowing my entire length in one move, his hand still buried deep inside and with a flick of the tongue, some pressure, I came, spilling into his mouth. He spit it out, splattering my stomach with a mix of my own come.
Nic flattened his fist out again inside of me, and slowly pulled out. I was boneless, weak, and it was easier to feel it slide out, the rough islands of his knuckles rubbing against my strained and abused flesh.
A rustle of quick movement and then Nic stood over me, still dressed but with his pants open just enough to pull out his own weeping cock. He focused on my face, not meeting my eyes, but coming as close as he could and jerked off. I squeezed my eyes shut right before he came, warm, sticky and salty across my face, until it was the only thing I could feel. My every breath carried the scent of Nicodemus's release.
Hands wrapped around my wrists, and when they pulled back I could feel a second pair of chains. I knew the feel. Thorn manacles. Nic leaned down and brushed the tip of one finger along the edge of my jaw line. When I opened my eyes, the tentacle that had been gagging me withdrew.
I heard movement and turned to look in the direction of Ivy and her cage.
It was empty. The greater circle, which had been up and running was gone. There was nothing there. My eyes flew to Nicodemus. He was smiling, like a shark smiles.
“We missed the Archive, back at the aquarium. Her dog is skilled. He took out Tessa's men and kept the Archive safe until the sign dropped.” I kicked at him. The tentacles had dissolved, once the thorn manacles were clamped on, but I was sluggish and slow and bleeding. I missed.
Nic grabbed me with one hand in my hair and the other on the chains. He yanked me up, pulled me over to one wall, next to a huddled form. When I could force my eyes to focus, I realized it was Marcone. He was tied to the wall with rope, one side of his face bloody, bruises visible on his face and scrapes on his hands. Nic took the trailing end of the rope that tied Marcone to the wall and tied it around my chains, leaving me curled up on the dirt beside Marcone's ripped and ruined pants leg.
“You boys play nice now.” He ruffled my hair and then slunk away into the shadows.
“Dresden? Dresden, are you-”
“Shut. Up.” I bit it out, and met his eyes. I knew he'd seen everything. If I hadn't known when I saw him staring with cold, burning hate at Nic, I'd have known when I saw the very human look in his eyes. I pressed myself up a little, half sitting against the wall, and in the dirt between us, I started to scratch out a message.
Ack! I can't believe that I forgot that Marcone was there!
Although I have to admit that this is a bad move on Nic's part. Doesn't he remember that Marcone and Harry have worked together before and that Ivy is the Archive?
Maybe he's also mindfucking with Marcone, too?
Is this setting up their escape or should I make another prompt to help you along? :D Should this turn to a Marcone/Dresden fic, too?
So many ideas. Your series has so many potential. :D
I have the worlds biggest, evilest grin right now you know. :D
Ha! I never forget Marcone! This way I got to have my cake and eat it too. It was both illusion *and* real!
Mmm. It depends on how I go with it. It's either a really big mistake on Nic's part, or he's just fucking with them.
I was thinking, since it's basically us in this particular corner of the sandbox, I could do a choose your own adventure kind of thing. A little fill here, with them escaping and then another fill over here:
You should prompt whatever comes into your wonderful head. :)
Even if the next one ends with them escaping, I can always write a different universe of torture for Nic/Harry. :D There's always the other one I did, Hard Sell Tactics. That needs to be continued at some point. Or a new one entirely. Hah! Not that that should influence your prompts, OP!
Or you could prompt things that other people might answer! I seem to be the only one this...um...'special'. :D
I'm not sure if it's wonderful. More like sadist. :D
Strangely enough, I think I'm the only one who prompted all the Nicodemus/Dresden Fics and you're the only who responsed to thme. Not that it's bad. I love all your fics. :D But I wonder why no one else is writing them?
Hmm... Lately it's hard to prompt new ideas for Nicodemus/Dresden unless it's another kink, b/c it's mainly torture. Still fun to read though. :)
Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to. If there were no sadists, what would the masochists do?
Probably! I've still got to go back and find the ones I missed. I feel sad that no one else writes Nic/Harry. Someone did start a fill where Nic had tortured Harry and it was going to wind up Marcone/Harry, but they seem to have stopped. Hopefully that's just temporary though.
And it's still fun to write!
Hmm...a non-torture Nic/Harry prompt...maybe Maggie never reforms and Harry is raised by her on the dark side of the force? Harry's side will always be the 'good' side. So Harry crushing on Nic as he grows up, etc. and then meeting the 'bad guys', Michael, the White Council, etc. Mirror-verse!
Hmm... I don't know about Harry being on Nic's side. For one thing, his personality would have to be very different since current Harry doesn't like authority figures and there were a lot of world ending events that Cannon!Harry stopped. So I guess it would be pretty hard to work in him.
Maybe he could be the sorta outcast of the denarians? They did mention that Lash was the outcast of the outcasts. And since Harry's Lash, who represents "Temptation", there would still be everyone/Dresden. Cause he would be doing things his own way, but still attracted to Nic?
True, true. He'd be about as on Nic's side as he is on the White Councils. So sort of by accident. :D
And I kind of wonder how many of those world ending threats only happened because Maggie changed the game by not giving Harry over to whatever he was really meant for. But that probably belongs on the meta thread and would go nowhere at all, since we don't know what he was meant to be.
I am sort of anon/de-anon/anon for these for some insane reason.
Anyway. The first two parts are here, Part I:
http://akelios.livejournal.com/9153.html
and here, Part II:
http://akelios.livejournal.com/10507.html
And I'm having an internal debate right now. I'm probably going to do two different things. Write a continuation where they escape, and then a fill for another prompt, where they don't. Because the OP Anon is an Enabler of the highest order and keeps prompting these things.
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Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 04:08 am (UTC)(link)The cloak was pulled away, tossed off into a dark corner somewhere and I was cold, nearly painfully so. I don't know what was going through Nic's head, but he just knelt there, stroking his hand up and down my spine, slowly, as though we were lovers. I shivered, naked, bound and gagged and tried to keep my head on straight. Finally, a decision was made, or maybe Nic decided I'd turned blue enough for his tastes. He slipped the knot on the rope and took hold of the short chain between my wrists.
I couldn't get my legs to work. My feet had gone numb some time ago and after the beatings I'd taken, I had nothing left. I was doing all I could to keep from just closing my eyes and letting everything go to hell. Nic didn't care. When I couldn't walk, he dragged me. The ground was mostly cleared dirt, hard packed but relatively smooth. Except for every so often when some tender part of me would find a half buried rock. By the time Nic dropped me next to the small fire he had going, I was bleeding from half a dozen small wounds. A foot slipped under my stomach and pressed, flipping me over onto my back. I panted through the gag, waiting.
“Remember what happens if you get noisy, Harry. The Archive wakes up. Maybe I even figure out a way to get her in on the fun.” I choked. The idea that he could- it shouldn't have shocked me, not after everything. But it did. Nic grinned and untied the gag. I worked my jaw, stretching it, but didn't make any sound. “Perfect.” He ran a hand down the side of my face. Gentle again.
Something cold slipped across one of the bleeding cuts and I jerked, biting down to keep the yelp inside. More touches, cold and slippery and familiar. I couldn't see them, but I knew that Anduriel's shadow tentacles and formed around Nic. Small mouths opened on them, sealing over the cuts and and licking. Tiny tongues sliding into the scrapes, flicking back and forth. I whimpered, the softest sound I could make. It hurt, but it somehow also felt good.
I slammed my head back into the dirt, trying to drive the sensations back to where they belonged. Pain, and only pain. Nic laughed above me and I felt him kneel between my legs, spreading them wide. “Hold him down.” Larger tentacles wrapped around my legs at ankles and knees, another gripped my bound wrists. They pulled, stretching me out and a groan escaped as I felt my joints pulling. It sounded so very loud in my ears, I rolled my eyes to look at Ivy. She was still in the same position. I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed my magic away, grounding it out as much as I could.
“Ah, Harry. You have no idea how good you look.” Fingers undid the leather and buckles, pulling the harness clear of my body, leaving me completely bare. A muscular hand, callused in odd, unfamiliar ways wrapped around my lip cock and a frission went up my spine. The mouths began their movements again, sucking, biting without teeth, so that it was just pressure. Nic began to jerk me off, slow and steady. Even though I was limp, it didn't take long. He knew how bodies worked. He knew my body.
I ground the back of my head into the dirt, eyes closed, a high pitched whine escaping as I fought myself, fought not to give in. But it was a losing battle. I didn't have enough control. I didn't have enough of anything. A twist of the wrist, the flash of teeth in the wavering firelight and I came, choking on my own tears.
“Shh. Shhh. Calm down. You're so sweet, so pliant, aren't you? Do you know why? Why you don't fight harder? I know you tell yourself it's because you're trying to save the girl, but that's not it at all.” Nic took hold of the thing inside me, twisted it, pulling it out and then slowly pressing in. Again and again. I felt so stretched, impossible. “It's because you like it. You only fight hard enough to tell yourself you tried, and then you give in. I could do anything, anything at all, and you'd let me.”
Nic yanked the thing out, too fast and blood filled my mouth again as I bit down. I was suddenly empty, fluid starting to leak out immediately even as I tried to clench down, to stop feeling so hollow. Nic tsk'd and slid two fingers in without pause. I'd been stretched so wide for so long it was like they weren't even there. The air thrummed with his pleasure and he came back with three. I felt those, barely, and squirmed.
“So perfect. Such a slut, aren't we, Harry? Nothing else will satisfy, after this. You'll dream of me for the rest of your life.”
Something wide, rough and fleshy pressed into me and I froze. What was he- oh stars. His hand. I keened as I felt him sink into me up to the second knuckle, maybe. It was too much. He had to stop. He had to.
“Stop. Stop. Please, please stop. I can't- you'll kill me. Don't do this, god, Nic, please...” I whispered it, rough, coughing up my own blood and saliva. My magic spiked against my own skin. I wanted to use it, to throw him off of me, to get free, but some part of my mind remembered Ivy, and held it down. No matter what happened, I would not be the cause of her death. I wouldn't.
The fingers inside me twisted, working their way deeper.
“This is what I want, Harry. I'm going to fuck you with my fist, and you'll come from that alone. If you can't be quiet, I can gag you again. Would you like that? We've made it so far alone, I'd hate to lose what we have.” I couldn't answer him. I didn't need to. A tentacle, thicker than the others nibbling along my flesh, or holding me down slid up along my cheek, pushing itself against my mouth then flattening out. Gagged. I tried not to feel relieved. I couldn't scream now. I couldn't endanger Ivy like that.
He pressed on, thicker and harder, more and more pressure, uncomfortable, then painful. I felt the ridge of his thumb, pressed up against the palm, a grating, tearing addition to everything else, and I screamed. “That's it. That's good. Give it all to me.” Then he was there, inside up me up to the wrist. I knew it would hurt, I knew it would do no good at all, but I fought. The tentacles held me down, kept me from tearing myself apart of Nicodemus's hand, and eventually I slumped, mind skittering around, touching different facts and sensations and then shying away. I reached for my magic, desperate, and found it sliding away from my touch. Not enough control. I couldn't wield it when I needed it the most.
My hips jerked, involuntary as the hand inside me moved, fingers rippling, opening and closing slightly, then twisting until they found that spot inside me. Lightning shot through me and then Nic touched it again, his hand curling inside me, clenching and he began to thrust his clenched fist inside of me in short, sharp movements. Just a little back and forth, but it was enough, rubbing against the over sensitive walls, against the spot that took my breath away, that made my body forget where we were and who was doing this, and I found myself hard again, like a goddamn teenager and then Nic's mouth was on me, swallowing my entire length in one move, his hand still buried deep inside and with a flick of the tongue, some pressure, I came, spilling into his mouth. He spit it out, splattering my stomach with a mix of my own come.
Nic flattened his fist out again inside of me, and slowly pulled out. I was boneless, weak, and it was easier to feel it slide out, the rough islands of his knuckles rubbing against my strained and abused flesh.
A rustle of quick movement and then Nic stood over me, still dressed but with his pants open just enough to pull out his own weeping cock. He focused on my face, not meeting my eyes, but coming as close as he could and jerked off. I squeezed my eyes shut right before he came, warm, sticky and salty across my face, until it was the only thing I could feel. My every breath carried the scent of Nicodemus's release.
Hands wrapped around my wrists, and when they pulled back I could feel a second pair of chains. I knew the feel. Thorn manacles. Nic leaned down and brushed the tip of one finger along the edge of my jaw line. When I opened my eyes, the tentacle that had been gagging me withdrew.
I heard movement and turned to look in the direction of Ivy and her cage.
It was empty. The greater circle, which had been up and running was gone. There was nothing there. My eyes flew to Nicodemus. He was smiling, like a shark smiles.
“We missed the Archive, back at the aquarium. Her dog is skilled. He took out Tessa's men and kept the Archive safe until the sign dropped.” I kicked at him. The tentacles had dissolved, once the thorn manacles were clamped on, but I was sluggish and slow and bleeding. I missed.
Nic grabbed me with one hand in my hair and the other on the chains. He yanked me up, pulled me over to one wall, next to a huddled form. When I could force my eyes to focus, I realized it was Marcone. He was tied to the wall with rope, one side of his face bloody, bruises visible on his face and scrapes on his hands. Nic took the trailing end of the rope that tied Marcone to the wall and tied it around my chains, leaving me curled up on the dirt beside Marcone's ripped and ruined pants leg.
“You boys play nice now.” He ruffled my hair and then slunk away into the shadows.
“Dresden? Dresden, are you-”
“Shut. Up.” I bit it out, and met his eyes. I knew he'd seen everything. If I hadn't known when I saw him staring with cold, burning hate at Nic, I'd have known when I saw the very human look in his eyes. I pressed myself up a little, half sitting against the wall, and in the dirt between us, I started to scratch out a message.
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 04:29 am (UTC)(link)Ack! I can't believe that I forgot that Marcone was there!
Although I have to admit that this is a bad move on Nic's part. Doesn't he remember that Marcone and Harry have worked together before and that Ivy is the Archive?
Maybe he's also mindfucking with Marcone, too?
Is this setting up their escape or should I make another prompt to help you along? :D Should this turn to a Marcone/Dresden fic, too?
So many ideas. Your series has so many potential. :D
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)Ha! I never forget Marcone! This way I got to have my cake and eat it too. It was both illusion *and* real!
Mmm. It depends on how I go with it. It's either a really big mistake on Nic's part, or he's just fucking with them.
I was thinking, since it's basically us in this particular corner of the sandbox, I could do a choose your own adventure kind of thing. A little fill here, with them escaping and then another fill over here:
http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=183090#cmt183090
Because I assume that's you, Stealth OP. :D With their continued torture and captivity.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)Well... It definately IS continued torture, but... it could also be their escape arc. Then afterwards, there would be hurt/comfort Marcone/Dresden.
Y/N? :D
It could be about dealing with Harry's issues, not just the ones in the Bad Angel series, but in cannon.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)Mmm...your suggestion has great merit, OP. *looks at beginnings of BA IV* Yes. That works even better. Cake, eating it too, etc.
H/C Marcone/Harry? That's Y/Y. :D Always.
Series? Wait, what? Can torture pwp where some plot-like things snuck in be a series?
I should have at least the first part up some time tomorrow night, dear OP.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)*Sorry, to full of love to be comprehendible*
8D
(Should I think up more Nic/Dresden prompts though? Or should I move on to another?)
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)*purrs happily*
You should prompt whatever comes into your wonderful head. :)
Even if the next one ends with them escaping, I can always write a different universe of torture for Nic/Harry. :D There's always the other one I did, Hard Sell Tactics. That needs to be continued at some point. Or a new one entirely. Hah! Not that that should influence your prompts, OP!
Or you could prompt things that other people might answer! I seem to be the only one this...um...'special'. :D
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)Strangely enough, I think I'm the only one who prompted all the Nicodemus/Dresden Fics and you're the only who responsed to thme. Not that it's bad. I love all your fics. :D But I wonder why no one else is writing them?
Hmm... Lately it's hard to prompt new ideas for Nicodemus/Dresden unless it's another kink, b/c it's mainly torture. Still fun to read though. :)
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)Probably! I've still got to go back and find the ones I missed. I feel sad that no one else writes Nic/Harry. Someone did start a fill where Nic had tortured Harry and it was going to wind up Marcone/Harry, but they seem to have stopped. Hopefully that's just temporary though.
And it's still fun to write!
Hmm...a non-torture Nic/Harry prompt...maybe Maggie never reforms and Harry is raised by her on the dark side of the force? Harry's side will always be the 'good' side. So Harry crushing on Nic as he grows up, etc. and then meeting the 'bad guys', Michael, the White Council, etc. Mirror-verse!
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 03:47 am (UTC)(link)Maybe he could be the sorta outcast of the denarians? They did mention that Lash was the outcast of the outcasts. And since Harry's Lash, who represents "Temptation", there would still be everyone/Dresden. Cause he would be doing things his own way, but still attracted to Nic?
Re: OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)And I kind of wonder how many of those world ending threats only happened because Maggie changed the game by not giving Harry over to whatever he was really meant for. But that probably belongs on the meta thread and would go nowhere at all, since we don't know what he was meant to be.
By the way, I see what you prompted there. :-)
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
Hoooly crap poor Harry. Nicky is hella evil.
Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)(Since it says III, is there a part I and II? And if so can you link?)
Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
Anyway. The first two parts are here, Part I:
http://akelios.livejournal.com/9153.html
and here, Part II:
http://akelios.livejournal.com/10507.html
And I'm having an internal debate right now. I'm probably going to do two different things. Write a continuation where they escape, and then a fill for another prompt, where they don't. Because the OP Anon is an Enabler of the highest order and keeps prompting these things.
Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)Translation? MOAR. RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE I LOVE NICODEMUS TORTURING HARRY. AND YOU RIGHT IT SO WELL IT MAKES MY HEAD GO KABOOM.
Pleeease?
Re: Fill: Island Getaway 2/2 aka Bad Angel III - Public Humiliation prompt
Ah, the whole series is up on my lj.
http://akelios.livejournal.com/tag/bad%20angel
There're two more parts after this one, though the fifth part doesn't have any actual Harry torture. Just some memories of it.
Also, at the risk of feeling like I'm pimping myself here, I wrote one other Nicodemus/Harry torture fic, Hard Sell Tactics:
http://akelios.livejournal.com/8632.html
which I keep meaning to write the sequel to.