It's a beautiful day and I'm looking for something dumb to do...

[marguerite_26]

Remember this? and this one, too??? 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.

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

Let's just have some fun. Don't be shy.

[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 glasses (238 words) G by marguerite_26
Arthur/Merlin, rain dance, PG by moiraes
Arthur/Merlin. Rain. (347 words) Not a death story by anon
Merlin/Percival, Size Kink by rebeccaann08
Merlin/Gwaine, Fingers by faithwood
Merlin/Percival - size kink (230 words) NC-17 by marguerite_26
Merlin/Perciva, size kink by spacii
Arthur/Leon - Yes by rebeccaann08
Merlin/Arthur knights by rufflefeather
Merlin/Gwaine. Fear. by junkshop_disco
Arthur/Merlin, soul - (heart in a bottle) by itachitachi
Arthur/Merlin - Heart and Soul by iolo1234


[HP]
Draco/Ginny Head (106 words) NC-17 by marguerite_26
Harry/Draco, Possession, R by faithwood
Draco/Albus, potion gone wrong by faithwood
Harry/Draco, subtle. by vlorahp
Harry/Draco, Encumbered (NC-17) 174 words by ginger_veela
Harry/Draco, Hair by blue_eyed_1987
Harry/Draco, Open (NC-17) 201 words by ginger_veela

Comments

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Draco/Ginny. Head.

Draco/Ginny Head (106 words) NC-17

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

The cloak room floor is filthy. A lost button digs into her knee and she has to spread her legs wide to avoid the gum ground into the carpet. She might complain, ask for a side along back to Draco’s flat to continue this on the bear-skin rug laid out by his hearth, but her mouth’s full of his cock and his hands are clutched in her hair like he’s never letting go.

Behind her, Harry’s whispering how gorgeous she looks, how fucking gorgeous she is while she chokes on another man’s cock. His hold on her hips tightens; she'll cherish every fingertip bruise in the morning.

[fuzzytomato02.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin. glasses

Arthur/Merlin glasses (238 words) G

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Arthur pulls off his glasses, rubbing his eyes to clear the residual imprint of swirling numbers. He’s spent too many hours looking at budgets and his head’s buzzing from coffee and lack of sleep.

“Time to go home.”

Arthur blinks up to see the blur of Merlin standing at his door. He squints and his PA comes into better focus. “Not done.”

There’s a smile on Merlin face, Arthur knows -- even if he’d need to put his glasses back on to see it properly. Merlin always smiles, and tonight’s would be his sad, pitying smile that says Arthur’s already lost every argument they are going have from here on in. Arthur loves that smile because it’s followed by Merlin tucking Arthur’s glasses into his front pocket. He’ll be manhandled to standing, Merlin slipping Arthur’s coat over his shoulders like he’s a child (or a Prince) and leading him out the door. Merlin will drive him home, get him to his flat and pour him a brandy. He’ll keep silent as Arthur complains through every step of it, insisting he had at least another hour’s work to do and that he should fire Merlin for never listening.

Merlin will give him another smile then, just as he’s walking out the door and saying goodnight. That smile is Arthur’s favourite, shy and knowing, crinkled at the edges.

Arthur wonders if this is maybe why he works late every night.

[moiraes.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin, soul

Arthur/Merlin, soul - (heart in a bottle)

[itachitachi.livejournal.com]

"Here," Merlin says. "Take care of it, okay?"

Arthur takes the little jar. It's warm against his fingertips and small enough to fit in the smallest pocket, corked shut and sealed with paper and golden string. It seems empty but for the faintest golden shine, but when Arthur looks harder he grows surer and surer that that's an illusion. There is something in there that the bottle shouldn't be able to contain, something that feels bigger than this room, bigger than a human body. He wonders if it'll leak into him through the glass.

From inside the bottle there is the faintest flicker. It tastes cool on his tongue, like lake water, and warm on his shoulders, like a familiar hand. It shutters between the shallow tension of nerves and the deep, low swell of trust. Devotion.

Arthur folds the little bottle into his fist.

"Don't worry," he tells Merlin. "I'll keep it safe."

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Can I play too?

Harry/Draco. Possession.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

everyone can play! prompt a few then grab a request and write a couple sentences for a fill. :DDD

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, subtle.

(Actually, I wanted to say, "Harry/Draco, fuck," but thought I should be more subtle. So.)

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Sorry, no actual fucking. :D

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As soon as Draco walked out of the Great Hall, he found himself slammed against the wall by a fuming Potter.
"Would it kill you to be a little more subtle, Malfoy?" Potter growled.
When Draco only frowned at him in confusion and rubbed his head where it had connected with the wall, Potter sighed.
"You've been staring at me again."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh."
Draco blushed. "I can't help it. I keep imagining you-"
"What? On my knees?" Potter cut him off and stepped closer, crowding Draco against the wall effectively. "I told you it won't happen again."
"Yes, yes, you were drunk and if I tell anyone you'll go all Vanquisher Of The Dark Lord on me, I got it the first twenty-seven times," Draco rolled his eyes.
"Good." Potter gave a curt nod and Draco expected him to turn around and leave any second now.
"Potter?"
"Yes?"
He was so close that Draco could feel his breath on his face.
"If you don't want it to happen again, why do you keep slamming me against walls just to remind me of it?"
"Because you're bloody infuriating."
Potter kissed him.

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin. Rain

Arthur/Merlin, rain dance, PG

[moiraes.livejournal.com]

Woooo I haven't slept all night so this may make no sense. Apologies for my overuse of italics!



He's been fighting a losing battle for weeks, trying to convince himself that the reason he can't help but smile when Merlin does is because he looks like such an idiot, really; that he can't help but stare because Merlin's ears are so big and his body so lanky and his movements so awkward; that he can't help but think of Merlin all the time because his roommate is just everywhere, filling all the spaces in the tiny dorm they share until Arthur's lungs are fit to bursting and he can't breathe --

But he's known, for days, weeks, really, that there was never so much a battle as a complete surrender and departure from life as he once knew it. He's staring at the ceiling, counting the dips and cracks and trying to think of anything but cheekbones and hair curling at the nape of a pale neck when the door bursts open with a loud bang. He looks up to see Merlin practically glowing with happiness, his scarf askew and hair mussed, and he has to choke back the sudden knot that forms in his throat.

"It's raining," Merlin says, and before Arthur can form some feeble protest, he's being dragged out of the room, down the hall, and out into the grounds, damp grass skimming at his bare ankles. The light drizzle is just starting to gain the fierceness of a storm and thunder rumbles a warning in the distance, but Merlin's paces ahead, arms wide and head thrown back, exposing a ear-to-endearing-ear grin of pure delight as he dances around in ridiculous circles. He stops after a few moments, breathing hard, the insane smile still painted on his face, and just says, "My mum and I used to do rain dances when I was little."

He looks like a drowned rat, hair plastered to his head, clothes clinging to his far-too-skinny frame, but he's just so happy, even through the shivers that are starting to wrack his body, and Arthur can't do anything but stare.

"Arthur?"

His name sounds like a question and somehow like validation, and he doesn't think as he strides across the muddying ground, grabs a fistful of Merlin's drenched coat, and smashes his lips to Merlin's, grin and rainwater and all.

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Percival - size kink

Merlin/Percival, Size Kink (I'm not sure if this is kinky or not...)

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

(I saw the prompt and was all "winterstorrm would like this!". Then I saw the prompter. *headdesk*)

It wasn't that he was weak. No one considered him weak, not since Arthur made him court sorcerer and he'd effectively stopped the castle from caving in on itself after a renegade attack by guerrilla Mercians. He could hold his own, probably moreso than the greatest knight in Camelot (though he'd never tell Arthur that).

But sometimes, he wanted to be protected. He wanted a warm body to hold him at night, something solid and real, a barrier between him and the nightmares that haunted him.

He wanted someone who would shield him from a too sly enemy who'd snuck past the ranks in the heat of battle. He wanted his own knight, one who would think of him first and foremost. He wanted to be a priority.

He wanted love, and he wanted desire. He wanted feel a large, thick cock pushing into him, stretching him to the point where he didn't know if he could take it or not. He wanted...no, he needed to feel breakable.

Percival loved him, and he loved Percival. Percival was what he needed. He pushed him to his breaking point, pinning him to the bed and fucking him hard, his cock pistoning in Merlin until he couldn't feel anything else, until he was broken into a million pieces and all he felt was want and need and oh god, yes.

And after, Percival would curl around him, thick cock still nestled firmly inside Merlin's arse, and they would sleep. Merlin slept well this way. Around Percival, the nightmares didn't dare haunt him.

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco encumbered

Harry/Draco, Encumbered (NC-17) 174 words

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

"It's a three-day holiday, damn it."

Draco took a bite of his scone, pulling his dressing gown tighter about him. He spared Harry a quick glance over the rim of his teacup before resuming his perusal of the morning Prophet. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, are you planning on changing robes every half-hour?" Harry gestured at the tower of trunks piled near the door. "It's a bloody beach, for Chrissake."

Draco flicked his wand at the topmost trunk; it sailed over to the breakfast table. "Alohomora."

The heavy padlock sprang open; Draco lifted the lid of the trunk.

"And what would you have me leave behind?"

Harry's mouth fell open; a veritable porn shop's worth of toys -- from dildos to handcuffs to vibrators in every imaginable size, shape, and colour -- filled every nook and cranny of the trunk.

"Well?"

Harry rose and walked around the table, straddling Draco's lap. He threaded his fingers through Draco's hair, rutting his swelling cock against Draco's stomach.

"You know, Majorca's really overrated this time of year. Let's stay home."

[iolo1234.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur knights

[rufflefeather.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur knights

As I rest this blade upon your shoulder, the weight of Camelot presses down. Do you, Merlin, swear allegiance to its people. To the crown and the King that wears it. Do you swear to protect and to serve. To be humble, and to fight with valor. Do you, Merlin, swear to stand for and to die for your and Camelot’s honor?’

Merlin’s shoulders are adorned in red but his eyes are filled with gold. A reflection of his King as well as the magic in his veins.

‘I swear.’


(ETA: OK, I totally fail. I guess this was supposed to be porn. Well. Merlin being knighted is like porn to me!

[vaysh11.livejournal.com]

Draco/Albus - potion gone wrong

Draco/Albus, potion gone wrong

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I'm bored and stalking this post.

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They said that if you blew up your cauldron and Professor Malfoy gave you detention, he locked you up in the dungeons, threw you over his knees and spanked you until you cried.

They lied.

Albus scrubbed ten cauldrons in a row and Professor Malfoy's hands couldn't be farther from his buttocks. The professor sat behind his desk and ignored him.

"Is that all, sir?" Albus asked.

"Yes, you may leave."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Do I sound hesitant?"

"No, sir. But I expected…" Albus fell silent when Professor Malfoy glanced in his direction. "Firmer punishment," Albus finished boldly.

Professor Malfoy closed his book and walked over. Lips curving, he stared down at Albus. "Expected or wanted?"

Albus swallowed. "Wanted," he confessed.

"Good." Professor Malfoy smiled. "Now get out and consider yourself punished, Potter."

Albus sighed in defeat and left.

They also said Professor Malfoy was a petty little fucker.

They were right.

[kajmere.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Gwaine, Fingers

Merlin/Gwaine, Fingers

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

"See, the trick is in the wrist," Gwaine said in that way he had, with a sly smile and wink, which made everything sound filthy.

"Yeah, sure." Merlin put the boot down and picked up another. "Your trick is shoddy polishing. That's the only reason you're faster than me."

"Shoddy?" Gwaine waved at the impressive row of boots stacked neatly next to each other. "Look at them! They're shining."

"Yes, because I polished those." Merlin pointed to Gwaine's right. "That's your heap. And your mud. You could have at least got rid of the mud."

Gwaine wasn't giving up. "I'm a polishing champion," he claimed.

"Oh, a champion, is it? Did you get a reward for polishing?"

Gwaine smiled, bright and wide, then leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Are you offering a reward?"

Merlin's fingers slipped; he nearly dropped the boot in his hands. "For polishing?"

Gwaine waggled his eyebrows. "For polishing," he confirmed.

Merlin's neck had grown hot. "What sort of reward are we talking about?"

"Well..." Gwaine's gaze travelled to his heap of badly polished boots. "Those might need more attention, after all."

"Seriously? You want... For..." Merlin coughed.

"Polishing for polishing." Gwaine grinned. "Sounds fair to me." He brushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, raised his brows, and tapped his fingers against Merlin's thigh.

Marlin swallowed. "Well," he said and dropped the boot and the rag. "If you're a champion..." He spread his legs.

"The trick is in the wrist," Gwaine told him, pushed his hand in Merlin's pants and showed him.

He deserved his reward.

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Draco/Harry. Public.

[gwyntastic.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Gwaine. Fear.

[junkshop-disco.livejournal.com]

with a probably-unnecessary-since-it's-fleeting-but-anyway warning for violence

Gwaine doesn’t do fear, had it knocked out of him at ten, realising somewhere between a fist and the doorframe that bruises heal but cowardice is a festering, all-consuming wound. He’s spent his whole life adhering to the principle he’d rather die – handsome, reckless, and unbroken – on his feet, than live a quiet, soft eternity on his knees.

So he can’t explain it when Merlin looks at him through butterflying candlelight and makes him – of all things – nervous, with merely a smile, and a:

“Stay?”

Maybe it’s that Merlin isn’t trying to break him, but threatens to do it, anyway.

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin, ring

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, sunburn

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Harry/Albus Severus - What

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Gwaine - smiles

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Percival - victory

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Leon/Gwaine - challenge

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Gaius - books

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Leon - Yes

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

He always asks before he takes.

"Sire, can I kiss you?" he asks the first time, after they've been training and sweating all day, and their hair is plastered to their forehead and they reek like men in desperate need of a bath.

Arthur doesn't hesitate. "Yes."

It's a sweet kiss, a touch of lips against lips and brief tasting with their tongues. It's over much too fast for Leon, but Arthur stands there, wide-eyed and breathing hard, and he thinks it might have been enough after all.

He waits a week before he asks again. "Can I touch you?"

Arthur's voice is hoarse, but the whispered yes is easy for Leon to pick out, and in no time he's pressing Arthur against a wall and sliding his hands down, cupping the swell of his arse and the bulge in his crotch.

"Yes," Arthur hisses out as he comes hard, Leon following only moments after.

The next time happens after a feast. "Can I make love to you?"

Arthur's eyes dilate, and he nods frantically, unable to find his voice.

It is good in Arthur's bed, and Arthur's arse greedily sucks in his cock like they were meant to be joined. Like their first kiss, it's over sooner than Leon would like, but they curl together, sated, and sleep.

The next morning, Leon awakens to see Arthur sitting up, staring at him.

"Sire?"

Arthur shakes his head, bends over and kisses him awake. When they are both flushed and hard again, Arthur pulls back.

"Leon, I think I love you. Is that okay?"

Leon grins. "Yes."

[isisanubis.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Percival - painting

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, experience

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco, hair

Random porny snippet thing

[blue-eyed-1987.livejournal.com]

Hihi! Have some random porn (warning, I am slightly tipsy so yeah. Enjoy? Hopefully?) EDIT for brain fart, sorry!


Draco closes his eyes and imagines Potter's stupid hair - the way it sticks up, and cowlicks over his scar. The way it curls around the back of his ear and brushes against his collar.

He imagines knotting his fingers in it. It would tickle his knuckles and slip under his fingertips. Draco's fingers tightened around his leaking dick as he imagines tugging at Potter's hair, thrusting his cock deeper inside Potter's insolent mouth. He can almost hear Potter choking around his dick as he swallows Draco's pre-cum.

As he comes silently, Draco imagines coming over Potter's face, smearing his come into Potter's skin.

[moiraes.livejournal.com]

Is RPF okay? (;

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

ALWAYS!