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Title: my lips have the sin
Author: [livejournal.com profile] hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nonconsensual sex, rape recovery, post-traumatic stress disorder.
Word Count: 29,300
Author’s Notes: I thought this story was going to be a couple of comments long when I started it on the first round of [livejournal.com profile] collarkink (first thread here, second thread here). That was 29,000 words and 20 months ago. I wouldn’t have finished this journey without a lot of help from some amazing women. Thank you [livejournal.com profile] rabidchild67 for betaing, brainstorming, and falling in love with Brad. [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan—when I started writing this, I could barely spell your username. You gave me the laptop I used to write the middle portion of the story, welcomed me into your house for the weekend where I finished it, and then betad the whole damn thing. And last but not least, [livejournal.com profile] photoash, who was simultaneously first reader, cheerleader, asskicker, researcher, midwife, and handholder. I wouldn’t have gotten here without you. And finally, thank you to everyone who read this in all of its fits and starts at the meme. Your feedback and encouragement meant (and means) so much to me.


Neal runs for a reason that Peter understands but the judge doesn't, and he's sent back for life with parole. In prison the second time, when everyone knows he's been working for the Feds, he gets really messed up. He gets turned out and passed around and brutally abused for the first year or so. After a while, he realizes the only way he'll survive is to pair up with someone, so he has a series of questionable "protectors".

Meanwhile, Peter realizes how bad things are for Neal and is desperately trying to get him back out. Several years in, he finally gets Neal released on parole and gets the old arrangement more or less back (how more or less is up to anon). Cue confused post-prison Neal who is still in the mind-set of needing a "protector" and looking to Peter to fill that role. Not just thinking he can use his body to gain Peter's favor (although that's cool too), but also actively seeking out Peter's companionship and touch when he feels panicked and needs reassurance he's safe.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took? )
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Title: love is not a battlefield (i am no hercules)
Author: [personal profile] hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter/El
Warnings: References to noncon, themes of PTSD and triggering (if you have more specific questions about what is/isn't in the story, please feel free to contact me!).
Thanks: [personal profile] ashcat and [livejournal.com profile] themkshrine were incredibly helpful, supportive, brilliant betas - any remaining mistakes are all my fault!
Notes: This was written for the lovely [personal profile] lostandalone22 because of their generous bid at Sweet Charity! They requested a fic about Neal dealing with the fallout of noncon in prison. (And I have to say, doing some extra research for this fic, RAINN's website was the one that came up most often, and was by far the most helpful - so if any of y'all have any spare money to donate, please do check them out!)

Summary: He's not okay.

It goes like this -  )