Look! A Distraction!

[marguerite_26]

Remember this? Let's do it again, kay?

Comment with two characters and a one word prompt.

1) See a prompt you like? write it!!! word count is not an issue - this is a distraction/writing exercise. Just have fun. paragraphs and sentences are still awesome fills.

2) Drawbles are awesomesauce!

3) Multiple drabble-like comment porns are welcome. If a prompt's been written, it can be written again. (esp. since I'll likely try my hand at most of them.)

4) If you see a little fic/paragraph/comment thingy that you like, feel free to write a continuation of it.

Dudes - have some fun, all right? *tickles you till you smile*

[As with pretty much anything in this journal, all fandoms welcome but you'll likely get most attention for Merlin and Harry Potter]



Merlin
Arthur/merlin - Harvest (~70 words) by marguerite_26
Merlin/Arthur, Hidden, 167 words by kim47
Merlin/Arthur scream 90 words by kim47
Arthur/Merlin - scream - 163 - [warning: disturbing imagery] by marguerite_26
Merlin/Uther, scars, PG-13, 176 words by sheswatching
Arthur/Merlin - Hidden by angelqueen04
Gwaine/Merlin - Slippery - 355 words by sockyany
Merlin/Gwaine - slippery - NC-17 by bewarethesmirk
Merlin/Arthur, The Perfect Servant, 135 words by nu_breed
Wine. M/A, NC-17, pitch-black, 606 words by tracy7307
Merlin/Arthur, There's a light in the distance (pitch-black) by mishaphappens
Merlin/Arthur - The last time by minnie0707
Merlin/Arthur, The Last Time, 215 words by kim47
Merlin/Morgana - Corners - the verb by minnie0707
Merlin/Arthur - Memories Returning, r, 596 words by leashy_bebes
Arthur/Merlin, subway (577 words) by mabonwitch


Harry Potter

Harry/Draco - teeth [NC-17] 70 words by marguerite_26
Teeth (Harry/Draco;R;200 words) by faithwood
Harry/Draco, 3:20 a.m. (74 words) by ginger_veela
Remus/Neville, 'A rose in winter', PG-13, 230 words (warning: angst) by skriftlig
ART!Bella/Sirius - childhood memory by dysonrules
Harry/Scorpius - breath by dysonrules
Harry/Draco 3:20AM -A Good Poo Is All that You Need by kayoko
Harry/Scorpius, Breath (136 words) by ginger_veela
Harry/Dudley - A Summer Visit by snarkyscorp
Harry/Ginny/Scorpius - Taking Turns (195 words) by ginger_veela
Harry/Scorpius - Dirty (107 words, R) by meglw0228
Harry/Dudley - Dance Of The Fireflies by lordhellebore
ART! Merlin/Arthur - faeries by dysonrules
Cho/Pansy, Uncomplicated (181 words, R) by chantefable
Harry/Draco, Cloudy with a Chance of Sex Pollen, 325, PG-13 by chantefable
Cho/Pansy, PWP (410 words, NC-17) by sockyany
Remus/Neville. "A Rose in Winter", PG, ~900 words. A little angsty by potteresque_ire
Hiding - Harry/Draco, 160 words by kjp_013
Stout (Harry/Scorpius, ~2000 words, NC17)[warning: watersports] by potteresque_ire
Rose/Draco, Basic Clue, R, 190 by chantefable




If you wrote something and I somehow missed listing it, please let me know! thx

Comments

[readbeforesleep.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Prompt: Harvest

Arthur/merlin - Harvest (~70 words)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Arthur inhaled, trying to be discreet and failing and his nose brushed Merlin’s nape.

Merlin shivered, his shoulders rising as he squirmed from Arthur and turned. “What?”

“You smell like...” Arthur took a step forward and dusted bits of grass and hay from Merlin’s hair. “harvest.” He pressed his lips to Merlin and moaned at the tang of nutmeg and cloves. “You taste like it too.”

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Uther - scars

M/U, scars, PG-13, 176 words

[sheswatching.livejournal.com]

It wasn't often that Merlin helped the king, but times like this called for it. Times when Camelot was collapsing on herself and Arthur was fighting, and there was nothing magical Merlin could do to help. He stood by Uther, peeling off the blood-soaked clothing, the copper-stained chainmail. He cleaned his wounds wordlessly and dressed each of them, spreading the salve over the fresh cuts, taking care so they wouldn't be infected. Merlin patched up the torn skin and wrapped Uther in bandages. He replaced the night gown, and the air was still around them. Uther nodded his thanks and Merlin was dismissed. He left as quietly as possible, his mind racing over Uther, over his fresh wounds, and the old ones - the scars he carried with him everywhere. But not just those on his body, as the resigned look on his face dawned on Merlin, and he looked down at the salve and bandages in his hands, knowing that he could not help all those wounds, knowing that some scars were there to stay.

[vaysh11.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Remus/Neville (both adult, please)
Prompt: a rose in winter

Remus/Neville, 'A rose in winter', PG-13, 230 words (warning: angst)

[skriftlig.livejournal.com]

His injuries from the Final Battle and years of taking a new, experimental potion have rendered Remus almost completely helpless. His body is a mess of scars and scratches and his mind is often in a place that Neville can't reach.

Remus growls at everyone who visits him and attacks even when in human form. There had been that horrible day when he'd lunged at Teddy, who was visiting with Harry, and only Neville's quick spell had prevented him from seriously injuring the young boy.

Neville thinks it's ironic that it was Remus, as his old DADA teacher, that first taught him about Boggarts, when, for years now, Neville's biggest fear has been the day Remus does something Neville can't prevent.

When he comes home after work one evening, Remus is asleep on the sofa. Neville can tell he's been in the garden again from the small puddles of water on the floor where the snow is melting from his clothes.

As Neville pulls out his wand to remove them, he sees what else is lying on the floor. A dead rose from one of his favourite bushes. The brittle, purple petals hint that it's been buried under the snow for months. As he takes it, Remus' eyes flick open and a hint of the man he fell in love with looks out.

It's moments like this that keep Neville hoping.

[skriftlig.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, prompt: teeth.

Harry/Draco - teeth [NC-17] 70 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

He worked his way down Draco’s body, teasing licks and kisses on pale skin until Draco writhed and tugged at his bonds. Tears spilled from Draco’s eyes as the frustration of hours play finally overwhelmed him. His breath was nothing more that harsh, ragged bursts of ‘pleasepleaseplease.’

Harry’s teeth sunk into Draco’s thigh, his nose brushing Draco’s balls and his bit hard. Draco finally let go with a scream and Harry's chest swelled with pride.

[bohemiabythesea.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 3:20 a.m.

Harry/Draco, 3:20 a.m. (74 words)

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Harry stared at the clock on his bedside table, replaying the day's memories in his mind -- silk sheets stained with come; blond hair fisted in one hand, a pale, slender hip gripped in his other; perfectly-groomed fingernails scratching possesive marks up his back.

"What's wrong, babes?"

Harry sighed. "Can't sleep."

"Bad day at work?"

Harry rolled over; a mane of long red hair splayed over the pillow next to his.

"Yeah. Something like that."

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Cho/Pansy
Prompt: strap-on

Cho/Pansy, Uncomplicated (181 words, R)

[chantefable.livejournal.com]

She is shaking like a tree in a storm: her dress is soaked through with sweat and sticking to her arched back and trembling thighs, her dark hair is hopelessly disheveled, and she keeps biting her crimson-painted lips in a half-hearted attempt to stifle the moans wrenched out of her by the blazing heat in her core.

That's how Cho touches her.

Right now, it's like Cho's fingers are burning through her dress, through her skin and her flesh, leaving her feeling branded and owned in a way so different from what family allegiance, youthful arrogance and arranged marriage have done to her.

Another hard thrust and Pansy knows that she has been claimed for good.

Perhaps one day it will be more than hot hands settling on her hips and a lithe, muscled body pressing against hers.

On the other hand, Pansy cannot help appreciating how primal and uncomplicated this is: the burn and the thrill, Cho pushing through her barriers and Pansy's body and mind opening up in a moment of scorching simplicity.

Nothing has ever been like this.

[feelthemadness.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Prompt: Hidden

Merlin/Arthur, Hidden, 167 words

[kim47.livejournal.com]

"I want to know everything about you," Arthur whispers. "Everything."

Merlin laughs, a breathless and shivering thing.

"I'm really not that interesting," he tells Arthur, kissing his way along his cheekbone.

"I don't care. I want it all."

"Even the parts that call you a prat and forget to polish your boots?"

"Yes," Arthur gasps as Merlin's hand slides lower, his teeth catching the soft skin below Arthur's jaw. "Everything."

He needs Merlin to understand, he wills him to understand. Listen to me, Merlin, he begs silently. Listen to everything I'm not saying.

Merlin's rhythm falters, his head lifting from Arthur's neck. Blue eyes are staring into Arthur's, half afraid of the answer they seek.

"Everything?" Merlin whispers, and Arthur can hear it in his voice, he can hear the flames and the screams and the agony of a thousand unholy deaths.

He reaches up to brush his fingers along Merlin's lips.

"Everything. Every single, voiceless, hidden part of you."

Merlin's eyes flash gold.

Arthur kisses him.

***
(Haven't commented here before, hope it's okay :) )

[lordhellebore]

Pairing: Bellatrix/Sirius
Prompt: Childhood memory

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

*apologizes in advance*



LINK FOR BIGGER: http://pics.livejournal.com/dysonrules/pic/000g09sy

[angelqueen04.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Prompt: scream

Arthur/Merlin - scream - 163 - [warning: disturbing imagery]

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

The flames licked at Merlin’s feet, the dancing tips hot and threatening. He tried to shuffle out of the way but the ropes at his ankles held fast, tied with the expert hands of a Camelot knight. The air that filled his lungs was thick and dirty and he prayed that he might suffocate before the pain overwhelmed him. He cried out as the fire grew and his skin began to burn.

Arthur’s scream tore from his throat, raw and naked.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Merlin’s frantic whispers brought him back to the moment, to the safety of their bed. Merlin arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, rocking him.

“It was just a dream. Wasn’t real.”

Arthur fell back to the bed, trembling and clinging to Merlin. He gasped for breath, wishing away the images, the putrid smell of burnt flesh that still choked him. It was no use; they’d never stop haunting him.

[phoenixacid.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Humidity

Harry/Draco, Cloudy with a Chance of Sex Pollen, 325, PG-13

[chantefable.livejournal.com]

The corridor is brightly lit and perfectly pristine: gleaming floors, white walls, little faeries flapping their wings. (Faeries instead of fans, now that's a case of Magical Creature abuse, where's Hermione and her rights movements?) Witches and wizards are all at work, and they are busy working, because that's what people at the Ministry do.

And Harry is one of them, he's a responsible adult, for fuck's sake, he's at work and he is working, sort of. He's a Ministry official.

He's so fucking bored.

Really, what could possibly happen to the Deputy Head Auror in broad daylight, in the Ministry building full of pencil pushers bored out of their minds? Well, an origami memo could try poking his eye out, but there, caught and crumpled, die in a fire, animated paper crane. Ha.

Wait, was it pink? Isn't pink for emergencies?

Whatever. It flew from Magical Weather Modifications, what emergency could those cloud-poking folks have?

So, walking down the corridor, left or right, the loo or the canteen, Merlin on a rotten broomstick, what to do to pass the bloody time–

Why are all these people running from a cloud? Honestly, who would run from a cloud, it's not a Hippogriff, guys—

Wait, who let a cloud run amok in a Ministry corridor?

So, a crazy cloud chasing Harry bloody Potter on his way to the men's room, witches and gentlewizards, just another day at the Ministry of Magic, no sarcasm or smirking, please, that means you, Malfoy.

Malfoy, why are you stalking the angry cloud that's stalking me?

…

Oh. Yeah, sorry about that. Well, in the future, I'll know that pink ninja paper cranes are portents of your fuck-ups. In the meantime, can we do something before your stupid cloud rains on me some more, or are you going to stand there all glassy-eyed?

What do you mean, it rains sex pollen?

Malfoy- mmmph.

Oh, well, just another day at the Ministry.

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

Harry/Scorpius - breath

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Harry reached out a hand and braced himself on the stone wall, half bending over as he panted for breath. One hundred and seventy-nine steps. The last dozen had caused his thigh muscles to scream with protest and his lungs to beg for more oxygen.

Suddenly a warm body pressed against his from behind and hands wrapped around his waist. A familiar scent assailed his nostrils, pleasant and spicy, evoking memories he had tried and failed to forget.

"I'm too old for this," Harry said. "Too old for you."

It was an argument often examined, never resolved. "Mmmm, this begs to differ." One of Scorpius' hands slipped down to cup his crotch, warming flesh that sprang to attention, still eager for Scorpius' touch. Hot breath and a hotter mouth touched Harry's neck; biting kisses placed on each sensitive spot. The other hand moved downward, as well, into the trousers this time, eager fingers grasped Harry's cock.

Still gasping for breath, he turned his head and met Scorpius lips, the beautiful, tempting lips that he knew would soon be wrapped around his cock, proving again and again that maybe he wasn't too old, after all.

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

Harry/Scorpius (gotta give them more love!!) - dirty

Harry/Scorpius - Dirty (107 words, R)

[meglw0228.livejournal.com]

“Merlin, we’re a mess!” Harry exclaimed, watching Scorpius sit up on the table.

“Mmm, but that was so much fun,” Scorpius said while sucking his finger clean of the chocolate sauce.

Harry watched as Scorpius trailed his hand down his chest, through the remains of the chocolate and strawberries, swirling his fingers as he went and then bringing the hand back up to his mouth and licking it clean. He felt his cock hardening again as he watched Scorpius.

Scorpius looked back up at Harry and grinned lasciviously at him. That was Harry’s undoing and he grabbed Scorpius’s arm and pulled him toward the bathroom. “Shower, now!”

[sheswatching.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur, the last time

The last time...

[minnie0707.livejournal.com]

Warnings: for run-on sentences and abuse of ...

Each time was the last time.

They did not hold each other, there were no words of comfort or declarations of ever-lasting love. After the sweat had cooled and after their breathing had slowed, they dressed and parted in shame, days would pass where eyes did not meet and words were kept to the most perfunctory of orders and acknowledgement.

Both would swear to themselves it could not happen again. It was a sin against God and Kingdom, there was too much at stake... too much to be lost to the foolish lust of young men.

Slowly the friendship would return... a smile, a joke, a laugh... a casual touch... a brush of hands while pouring wine, a slap on the shoulder for job well done... until suddenly the want, the need, the searing burn of repressed desire, would break through their carefully constructed walls of denial and together they would crumble in a fierce battle of tongues and teeth and pleasure and pain...

Until once again they parted, swearing to themselves that this was the last time...

...until it wasn't.

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

Harry/Ginny/Scorpius - taking turns

Harry/Ginny/Scorpius - Taking Turns (195 words)

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

"Do you know the punishment for dereliction of duty, Auror Malfoy?"

A trickle of sweat dripped down the back of Scorpius's neck. "No, sir."

"I charged you with protecting my wife -- my wife -- while I was away." Harry's voice, raw and menacing, sent a shudder up Scorpius's spine -- bent painfully, at the moment, over the Head Auror's desk. The hand fisted in Scorpius's hair yanked his head up. "And you repaid my trust exactly how? Say it, you little prick."

"I-" Scorpius gasped, his widely-spread thighs shaking. "I...slept with her, sir."

"Damn right you did." Scorpius glanced up; Ginny winked at him from the chair opposite Harry's desk and threw Harry a wicked grin. "Only as I recall, we did a lot more fucking than sleeping." She rose, walked around the desk, and freed Harry's cock from his trousers; Harry captured her mouth in a kiss.

"Go easy on him, love," she murmured against Harry's lips, lining the head of Harry's cock up to Scorpius well-oiled hole. She climbed on the desk and raised her skirt, sighing when Scorpius's tongue pushed between her slick folds. "I want a turn in that pretty arse, too."

[mishaphappens.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Prompt: the perfect servant.

Merlin/Arthur, The Perfect Servant, 135 words

[nu-breed.livejournal.com]

Merlin is terrible at the things that most servants are good, or at the very least, adequate at. Arthur's lost count of the number of times he's fallen asleep when he should be working, spilled wine all over Arthur's clean white shirt, dropped his armour, he could go on and on with all the examples he has of Merlin's ineptitude.

But this. This is what Merlin is perfect at. Gentle fingers and wet, perfect mouth. Making him forget about all the things he's done wrong, making Arthur forget that he was ever annoyed or angry.

When Merlin touches him, Arthur has a hard time thinking that he is anything less than the perfect manservant. Has a hard time thinking anything at all except "Yes" and "Right there" and "Don't stop, Merlin, please don't ever stop."

[mishaphappens.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Prompt: fairies

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Yeah, ya'll probably should have seen this coming...

[myashke.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur
pitch-black

Wine. M/A, NC-17, pitch-black, 606 words

[tracy7307.livejournal.com]

My very first M/A. Sorry, don't know how this ended up being about wine, lol *skitters away shyly*

This was all the wine’s fault.

With wine pulsing through his blood, Arthur’s hands brushed freely over Merlin’s in the Great Hall, fingers lacing through Merlin’s as his servant helped him up from his chair, and fisted into Merlin’s tunic when Merlin gently propped him against the wall next to Arthur’s chamber door.

With wine pulsing through his blood, Merlin let it all happen, his innermost desires coming out to play. He let Arthur haul him by the tunic in for a kiss, his lips parting easily for Arthur’s tongue. He let Arthur flip their positions, pinning him against the stone, Arthur’s hips rutting against Merlin’s, cocks straining against one another through breeches.

Merlin knew the wine was to blame as he found himself tangled in Arthur’s crimson sheets, the cool metal of Arthur’s ring a stark contrast to Merlin’s overheated skin as Arthur’s hand slid from Merlin’s cheek, fingers trailing over his collarbone, stomach, and wrapping around his thick, hard cock.

After Arthur stretched Merlin open, first with one oil-slicked finger, then with two, then with three, he began to question if this, in fact, was actually the wine’s fault. Certainly, the wine couldn’t know how good it felt to Arthur as he pushed into Merlin’s slicked entrance, allowing time to for Merlin to adjust before sliding his cock all the way into Merlin’s tight heat. The wine wouldn’t understand Merlin’s gasp as Arthur’s cock found Merlin’s sensitive prostate, driving Merlin closer to the edge with each languorous thrust.

Merlin certainly wanted to blame the wine as he fought for control of his magic, trying to suppress the gold from swirling into his eyes as he came closer to his orgasm. When Arthur wrapped his hand around Merlin’s cock again, though, stroking in time with his own thrusts, Merlin let go, setting his magic free.

As Merlin came with a cry, every torch in the room, as well as the fire in the hearth, extinguished itself with a great whoosh.

In the pitch-black of the room, unseen spurts of Merlin’s come coated his stomach and Arthur’s hand. The sudden darkness of the chambers startled Arthur, but when Merlin’s arse tightened around Arthur’s cock, Arthur cried out and came inside of Merlin, thrusting through his shudders.

“Arthur, I,” Merlin stammered after recovering his breath, adjusting himself so that they were lying side by side, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I mean about the lights-“ Merlin’s brain was scrambling, searching for a way to explain himself out of this. Clearly the wine had addled his brain. “Did you feel that great gust of wind?”

Arthur smiled against Merlin’s shoulder. “Idiot,” he said, kissing the skin under his lips. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

“No,” Merlin protested, relaxing into Arthur’s embrace as it was clear he wasn’t headed for the dungeons. Yet. “I just-“

“It’s okay,” Arthur said, answering Merlin’s unspoken fears. “It’s okay, Merlin.” In the darkness of the room, even though Merlin could not see Arthur’s eyes, he could hear the sincerity of his voice.

Not certain what he should be doing, Merlin shifted to get up but was hauled back down by Arthur’s arms. “No you don’t,” Arthur said. “What if I’m scared of the dark? Have you thought about that? Always thinking of yourself, aren’t you. I need someone with your power to protect me,” he said, smiling. A cloud shifted and soft white moonlight spilled into the chambers, its light making Merlin’s skin appear effulgent.

“Always,” Merlin whispered, brushing back Arthur’s fringe from his eyes, “I’ll always protect you.”

And this, Merlin did not blame on the wine at all.

crookshanks, hermione- animagus

[flossiepots.livejournal.com]

something with Crookshanks turning out to have been an animagus like Scabbers would be absolutely fantastic.

[maurice.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Harry/Dudley
Prompt: Fireflies

Harry/Dudley - A Summer Visit

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

It was late summer when the fireflies came flickering in. The evening sky lit up with slow glimmers of delicate flashbulb lights, blinking on and off at varying intervals, pulsing steadily against the sunset backdrop.

In the yard of the house on Privet Drive, six children ran about with glass lanterns in a contest of Who Can Catch the Most Fireflies. In the house, Ginny and Patrice iced cinnamon buns for dessert. On the porch, two men sat with sweaty glasses of tea, laughing together and oblivious to the world except the bubble in which they sat, content to chat about the weather, the state of their lives, and politics.

When the silence overtook their quiet conversation, neither man seemed to mind. On the contrary, Harry felt the silence did them some justice every now and then, and Dudley just liked to hear the buzz of the summer insects in the air.

"To our children," Harry said suddenly, smiling as he raised his glass.

"Here, here," Dudley said, returning the happy expression and the toast.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Gwaine - slippery

Gwaine/Merlin Slippery

[sockyany.livejournal.com]

Gwaine came crashing through the doors to Gauis's workshop.

"Careful! The floor's ... "

Gwaine was suddenly on his back on the floor staring up at the dirty rafters. That one on the left looked like it needed to be replace. They all sort of looked like that. Gwaine had obviously knocked his head because the room was also tilting on it's non-existent axis.

"Slippery." Merlin fished lamely. Merlin's hand was waving in front of his face and Gwaine could do nothing but stare at it for a minute. He must have reached out to grab Merlin's hand because he was suddenly being pulled to his feet and he much preferred the stability of lying on the ground while the world was tilting. Thank you very much.

"Are you alright, mate?" Merlin asked as he led Gwaine to a chair and sat him down. Gwaine could damn well close his eyes and lean into Merlin's hand on his forehead if he pleased and he really needed to stop rationalizing things in his mind like this. Someone might mistake him as crazy.

"Gwaine?!" Gwaine was definitely not imagining the hint of lust in Merlin's voice as Gwaine unexpectedly pulled Merlin to sit in his lap.

"I'm fine. Hush, Merlin." And okay, the room spinning suddenly had nothing to do with the bump on his head and everything to do with Merlin's plump lips pressed flush against his. Gwaine was totally lucid enough to hear the soft exhaled moan that left Merlin's lips. No, he wasn't imaging things.

Or maybe he was because Merlin was suddenly standing in front of him and Gwaine had no idea when he'd wiggled out of Gwaine's lap.

"Um... did you need something?" Merlin definitely squeaked that last part out so Gwaine definitely hadn't imagined the past few moments.

"I was getting what I needed until you pulled away." Gwaine says horribly cocky things that make even him cringe sometimes. He honestly can't recall what he'd come running into Gaius's chambers for anyway.

"Oh." Merlin was flashing him a brilliantly apprehensive grin and Gwaine spared no time in pulling Merlin back into his lap.

Hi Maggie! There's 355 words here since you're counting them. \o/

[chantefable.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Dudley Dursley/Draco Malfoy (both adults, please, post-DH)
Prompt: Integration

[kayoko.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco
Pots and pans

Hiding - Harry/Draco, 160 words

[kjp-013.livejournal.com]

“Will you be quiet?” Harry growled at his boyfriend.

Draco huffed.

“Please,” he added at Draco’s look of annoyance. “We don’t want to attract any more attention.”

“Can’t we just skip the kitchen?” Draco asked as he once again knocked his head on the pots and pans hanging above his perch on the counter.

“No, we’ve already done most of the common rooms, the staff room, the Great Hall and even the Headmaster’s office,” Harry replied, moving into the space between Draco’s legs. “We need to try somewhere new. Hermione and Ron have taken the Owlery, and Seamus and Pansy have the Astronomy tower-”

“I get the picture.” Draco smiled lasciviously.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him gently. Moans filled the air as the kiss heated up; hands roaming beneath shirts and tongues melding together. Harry moved his hands to Draco’s trouser zip...

“Found you!” Blaise cried triumphantly, barging into the huge kitchen. “Your turn to count.”

[bewarethesmirk.livejournal.com]

Morgana/Merlin, corners (noun or verb *g*)

Corners - the verb.

[minnie0707.livejournal.com]

Warnings - only that it might be crap.

The setting sun bathes one half of the alcove in a warm golden glow, the other half has already succumbed to the shadows of the approaching night. In the semi-darkness Morgana presses close to Merlin, the jewels on her bodice digging into his skin through the thin linen tunic. Merlin presses his palms hard against the rough wall behind him, fighting the urge to touch, to caress, the soft form leaning into him. His body betrays him as he cannot help but imagine ivory thighs and quiet moans. Morgana tilts her face forward and Merlin knocks into the stone as he jerks his head to the side to avoid her lips. She laughes at him, a derisive chuckle that he feels as much as he hears. A few quick, hot puffs of air ghosting along his jaw and the heaving of her breasts against his chest. Morgana lifts a pale, delicate hand and for a brief moment gently caresses Merlin's cheek before grasping his chin to force his gaze forward, her nails digging in and forming marks that he willed be hard-pressed to explain away tomorrow.

"All it would take right now is a scream, a few tears, an accusation... and you would be executed by dawn." Morgana smiled. It was a cold, smug grin that twists her ethereal beauty into someone Merlin no longer recognizes. "Don't ever forget who I am, Merlin. No one will ever believe you, just stay out of my way and you might survive."

She shoves at him as she backs away. He closes his eyes as his skull once again smacks into the wall and does not open them again until the clicking of her footsteps has faded into the background noises of the citadel. Merlin prays that she believes he closed his eyes in surrender instead of trying to hide the gold that blazed within.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur - billy club/nightstick

Memories Returning, r, 596 words

[leashy-bebes.livejournal.com]

idek what this is. other than just not what I meant to write at all
warnings: reincarnation fic, homelessness, references to past violence/abuse (but it's all very vague), only very briefly hits the actual prompt, sorry.



Merlin wakes to a foot prodding his shoulder. It's not that unusual, and he supposes it could be worse. That is, until he opens his eyes and looks up to see the neat uniform of a police officer. He thinks the general public would be horrified if they knew the rage that brews inside some of their trusted law enforcement officials. A night in the cells is really the best possible outcome.

This one's face is shadowed by his hat, and Merlin feels the first real curls of worry. He scrambles to sit up and the officer steps back.

"You can't sleep there," he says.

Merlin hears himself say, entirely without consulting his brain, "Shut up, prat."

Now why did I say that, Merlin wonders.

The copper leans forward from the waist, looming over Merlin. It's such a familiar movement that Merlin has to wonder if they teach them that at police school.

"What did you call me?"

There's something in the tone, disbelief and outrage and maybe a little genuine confusion. Merlin's almost given up on hoping over the long, long years, but it slips out anyway, instinctive and soft.

"Arthur."

"What?"

Oh God, he sounds just like him. Merlin gets the idea that if he can only see the man's face, this cruel fantasy will be shattered. Past caring about the Met's liberal definition of 'assaulting a police officer', Merlin scrambles unsteadily to his feet and knocks the officer's hat from his head.

The orange streetlights make everything look dingy and dirty, but it's still unmistakeably him. And it can't be a coincidence, it is him, it must be. Merlin can feel something he hasn't felt in centuries. He never knew it was even there until that fateful day at Camlann when destiny's song died inside of him, leaving him adrift in an unfamiliar world.

But he can feel it now though, rising and roaring through him. He can almost feel the click as life settles onto the right tracks again. Arthur looks like he had the very first time Merlin had ever laid eyes on him, right down to the dumbfounded expression on his face at the cheek of some little people.

Arthur has Merlin pushed against the alley wall in a heartbeat, his nightstick raised between them. Merlin's felt one of those nasty things crash down on the back of his neck before now, has had his fingers broken by them, but he can't feel even a flicker of fear.

"What the hell d'you think you're doing?" Arthur demands.

Even the tight curl of his fingers into Merlin's arm makes him want to weep for the glorious familiarity of it all.

"Arthur," he says again, wants to scream it.

"That is not my name."

"It is. Arthur. Arthur, you know me."

Arthur's face softens a little and the nightstick wavers. "Look," he says. "It's fairly obvious that you're not well. I'll take you back to the station, we can find out who your social worker is – "

"Arthur. Arthur, remember me. Please."

" – and we'll get you some help, but you can't wander off from wherever you belong – "

"Arthur, you have to – " Merlin says, with increasing desperation.

" – and you can't just go around acting like that, Merlin, you'll get into – "

Arthur blinks and falls silent. Merlin just looks at him, breath ragged, watching the memories return. There's a clatter as the nightstick falls to the floor. Arthur still has a good grip on Merlin's arm and he uses it to jerk him into a rough embrace.

"Merlin. Merlin."

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Harry/Scorpius - pissing contest (lol)

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You win at this prompting business. <3