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give_satisfactionAnd we're off! Don't hold back! It's anonymous so let your freak flag fly! Not confident about your creative skills? Practice here! The fills can be anything you want. Fics, videos, artwork and anything else that strikes your fancy. Prompts do not have to be Bertie and Jeeves only! All of the other characters are fair game (Honoria and Madeline tentacle sex, anybody?). As are characters from other books and stories. This meme might be slow to start, so please spread the word!
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Please warn for:
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Major Character Death
Rape/Non-Con
Suicide
Attempted Suicide
Incest
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And remember:
Complete rules for posting are on the group's profile. To protect members' privacy, entry posting is by members only. However, prompts and fills are made anonymously, which means non-members can respond!
Rules
1. No underage characters
2. No RPF/RPS
3. No bashing other people's kinks.
4. Please use content warnings. Put them at the start of your prompt. I.e. Prompt (Content Warning: Attempted Suicide)
Please warn for:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Major Character Death
Rape/Non-Con
Suicide
Attempted Suicide
Incest
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Comment screening is off.
The subscriber and posting access lists are hidden.
HOW IT WORKS: All posts are comments. To make your request, reply directly to this post. To fill someone's request, reply to their comment.
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ETA: If you have comments about a fill, there is absolutely no time limit on comments. Writers love praise!
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ETA ETA ETA: Please do not delete your prompts once they are posted. Members might have been writing a fill, or simply enjoy reading them and imagining the scenarios.
part 1
Date: 2019-05-08 06:27 pm (UTC)-----------------
All he can feel is the headache, sharp, slicing through his temples, and then suddenly it’s gone. That is what wakes him: the lack of pain. He blinks, but wherever he is, it is dark. His neck is stiff, his arms folded – no, tied! – behind his back. As soon as he realises this, he scrambles to his feet. It is difficult to find his balance, but he manages. His eyes start to adjust to the dimness around him; he sees the room, grey and empty except for a time-battered table in the corner. He takes an unsteady step forward and walks on something. He looks down: it’s his bowler hat.
“Reginald Jeeves,” a voice calls out.
Jeeves looks up as the door at the end of the room opens, and someone is shoved inside. Hair the color of polished bronze, tall, thin, long-limbed. Bertie Wooster. A second figure enters – broad shoulders, wide hands, and the unmistakable gleam of a gun between the fingers.
“Took you a while to recover. I didn’t think I’d hit you that hard,” the man says, amused.
Bertie’s arms are tied behind his back as well, and he is gagged. His suit is rumpled and creased, his tie hanging loose at his neck. Jeeves’ first instinct is to run towards him, but the man with the gun grabs Bertie roughly by the hair and forces him to his knees.
“Unhand him!” Jeeves cries.
“You’re in no position to give orders, I’m afraid,” the man replies.
“What do you want from Mr. Wooster?” Jeeves asks, heart pounding.
“From him?” the man gives Bertie a sharp kick in the ribs, making him yelp through the gag, “Nothing. He’s here because of you.”
“I don’t understand… Why are you doing this?” Jeeves hears the confusion in his own voice, and it startles even him. He isn’t used to being confused.
“You ask why, Reginald Jeeves?” the man is angry now, the gun in his hand more menacing than ever, “You don’t even remember, do you? I was just released from prison.”
“I don’t –” Jeeves starts to speak, but his voice falters as he finally recognises the brute.
It was years ago. Before Mr. Wooster. Jeeves was young then, too young, too clever, with eyes that saw too much, and a mind that simmered with schemes. “Theft is a crime, Mister Acton,” he remembers himself saying, a triumphant smile tugging at his lips, “and so is blackmail.” He remembers the man being carried away by the police as Jeeves watched proudly, and Lord Everly clasping him on the back, saying, “Well done, Jeeves my boy!”
He exposed a criminal. Won the gratitude of a wealthy man. But most of all, he felt sure of his own cleverness, proud of his unwavering intellect. Justice was served and Jeeves was content. So he forgot.
But Acton did not. Here he is now, and he is holding a gun dangerously close to Bertie’s trembling body.
“This has nothing to do with him,” Jeeves rasps, his throat turning dry, “Let him go.”
Acton smiles for the first time. “Oh, I think not.” He pulls Bertie to his feet and pushes him against the table in the corner of the room. Bertie cowers in fear, his blue eyes meeting Jeeves’. They’re desperate and frightened and Jeeves can hardly bear it.
Acton shoves Bertie one last time then turns to Jeeves, walking towards him slowly, then circling him like a lion its prey. “Sodomy is a crime, Mister Jeeves,” Acton says, echoing Jeeves’ words from years and years ago. Jeeves’ stomach lurches.
He should have been more careful. He should have known that this would happen – but he forgot, he forgot about Acton, rotting in prison, plotting his revenge. The brute has obviously done his research. Jeeves feels sick; to think that this revolting man went looking into his past – his lovers, his letters, his secrets. And then there’s Bertie’s presence… Jeeves is no idiot. He knows the police are coming for him. Acton must have stolen an old letter, or a note, or worse: Jeeves’ journal. Something to incriminate him: proof of his love for men. A certain man.
“Don’t do this,” Jeeves mutters, glaring at Acton. “You may punish me, but he is innocent.”
“Not for long,” Acton spits. He points his gun at Bertie, still shivering beside the table in the corner. With his free hand, he reaches for a knife in his trousers. “I’m going to untie you, but one wrong move and I shoot him.”
Jeeves feels the knife press against his wrists, then a tug, and the rope binding him is gone. For a moment, he considers bashing Acton’s face in with his bare hands, but the gun pointed directly at Bertie’s head dissuades him.
Acton starts circling Jeeves again, his grip firm on the gun. “I was saying, Mister Jeeves, that sodomy is a crime. A crime of which you are guilty.”
Jeeves tries to ignore the sharp intake of breath from Bertie. He is staring, wide-eyed. Jeeves has never felt ashamed of himself for being this way, and yet now his neck burns with the humiliation of being exposed in front of his employer. In front of the man he loves in secret.
Re: part 1
Date: 2019-05-20 08:02 pm (UTC)Re: part 1
Date: 2019-08-04 02:38 am (UTC)Re: part 1
Date: 2019-08-04 02:39 am (UTC)