Family Bondage
Nov. 18th, 2010 09:38 amTitle: Family Bondage
Author:
dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/57. Repeat
Character/Pairing: Daemon Summers, Lear Frost, Christian Summers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: In which Daemon forces Family Time on people.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine! Written for
time.
Lear sat stiffly in the middle of the couch, his gaze switching back and forth between his cousin Christian and his cousin’s cousin Daemon. Christian was mixing drinks that Lear was reasonably sure were highly alcoholic, and Daemon was humming something both catchy and familiar as he fiddled with the DVD player. Christian idly made his way over to the couch, offering Lear something that was icy and fruity and would get him tanked after two sips. “I find,” the man drawled, “that Daemon is much easier to deal with when you’re plastered.”
“Did you make me an appletini?” Daemon asked. Lear swallowed a laugh, and Christian slid over the back of the couch and settled in.
“You are such a girl,” he said as an undersea kingdom sprang up on the TV screen, familiar strains of music swelling up.
“That’s not…” Lear said, giving his cousin a horrified look.
“It is,” Christian mumbled in to his drink. “It’s his favorite movie. You’re a weirdo,” he added. “I mean it, you’re a complete freak, even by this family’s standards.” He took a long drink from his own cup.
“How did I get roped in to this?” Lear whispered desperately.
“Because,” Daemon said, just a little too loudly, “you are family. And this is Family Bonding Time.”
“Again…” Lear said.
“Because I refuse to suffer alone,” Christian said. “My sisters all know better. So does everyone else, for that matter.”
“Shhh!”
Lear sank down in the couch, gulping from his own drink.
***
Christian was completely soused by the time they got to the sea witch’s big number. He knew that because when Daemon started belting the song out along with the octopus woman, he barely even protested. Lear dissolved into a fit of giggles as the half-demon began dancing along to the song, complete with the utterly ridiculous hip wiggle that went along with the announcement of the importance of body language. Daemon pulled Christian off the couch, dancing him around the room a few times before dropping to his knees, arms spread as he sang the last few words. A carefully placed shove sent Daemon sprawling on the floor, which only made Lear giggle more. After a few false starts, Daemon staggered to his feet and draped himself over Lear. “Mine now!” he announced.
“I think that there’s little fairy back in England might object to that,” Christian pointed out. “Stop molesting my cousin. It‘s weird.”
“Whaaat? What now? He’s not my cousin.”
“m straight,” Lear added helpfully.
“I could change your mine,” Daemon purred, licking Lear’s ear before Christian pulled him away by the back of his shirt.
“No and ew and no and ew ew ew!” Christian said emphatically.
Author:
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/57. Repeat
Character/Pairing: Daemon Summers, Lear Frost, Christian Summers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: In which Daemon forces Family Time on people.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine! Written for
Lear sat stiffly in the middle of the couch, his gaze switching back and forth between his cousin Christian and his cousin’s cousin Daemon. Christian was mixing drinks that Lear was reasonably sure were highly alcoholic, and Daemon was humming something both catchy and familiar as he fiddled with the DVD player. Christian idly made his way over to the couch, offering Lear something that was icy and fruity and would get him tanked after two sips. “I find,” the man drawled, “that Daemon is much easier to deal with when you’re plastered.”
“Did you make me an appletini?” Daemon asked. Lear swallowed a laugh, and Christian slid over the back of the couch and settled in.
“You are such a girl,” he said as an undersea kingdom sprang up on the TV screen, familiar strains of music swelling up.
“That’s not…” Lear said, giving his cousin a horrified look.
“It is,” Christian mumbled in to his drink. “It’s his favorite movie. You’re a weirdo,” he added. “I mean it, you’re a complete freak, even by this family’s standards.” He took a long drink from his own cup.
“How did I get roped in to this?” Lear whispered desperately.
“Because,” Daemon said, just a little too loudly, “you are family. And this is Family Bonding Time.”
“Again…” Lear said.
“Because I refuse to suffer alone,” Christian said. “My sisters all know better. So does everyone else, for that matter.”
“Shhh!”
Lear sank down in the couch, gulping from his own drink.
***
Christian was completely soused by the time they got to the sea witch’s big number. He knew that because when Daemon started belting the song out along with the octopus woman, he barely even protested. Lear dissolved into a fit of giggles as the half-demon began dancing along to the song, complete with the utterly ridiculous hip wiggle that went along with the announcement of the importance of body language. Daemon pulled Christian off the couch, dancing him around the room a few times before dropping to his knees, arms spread as he sang the last few words. A carefully placed shove sent Daemon sprawling on the floor, which only made Lear giggle more. After a few false starts, Daemon staggered to his feet and draped himself over Lear. “Mine now!” he announced.
“I think that there’s little fairy back in England might object to that,” Christian pointed out. “Stop molesting my cousin. It‘s weird.”
“Whaaat? What now? He’s not my cousin.”
“m straight,” Lear added helpfully.
“I could change your mine,” Daemon purred, licking Lear’s ear before Christian pulled him away by the back of his shirt.
“No and ew and no and ew ew ew!” Christian said emphatically.
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Date: 2010-11-18 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-18 06:42 pm (UTC)Well, actually you can lay the blame on Timemonkey. This is what he wanted for his birthday (yes, he specifically requested Daemon making people watch The Little Mermaid with him).
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Date: 2011-07-05 09:16 pm (UTC)