One Word Prompts

[marguerite_26]

I think it's a good day for another one word prompt fest. Due to cold medication I make no claims to any of the words I write making any sense but that's never stopped me before. and just feel like having a bit of fun and hope you'll join me!

So.

Link to previous such posts if you aren't familiar with the idea

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]



[ART]
Merlin chopping wood -- WS by amythystluna [WS]


Harry/Draco University/College AU prompt: manpurse by amythystluna [WS]


[FIC]

Merlin/Arthur- Soup; PG; 230words by marguerite_26

Harry/Draco - pet PG by vlorahp

Teddy/James Jr.-clumsiness;PG-13;182 words by marguerite_26

Merlin/Arthur - puppy!play by anon WIP (I hope)

Harry/Draco- War by anon

Claw (Draco/Albus Severus, NC-17) by ginger_veela

Merlin/Arthur, bed PG by anon

Friends (Harry/Draco; NC-17; 1,5K) by faithwood

Harry/Draco - friends by vlorahp

Merlin/Uther under-age by anon NOW COMPLETE Warning: underage, dub-con, coercion

Merlin/Arthur Sunlight by asya_ana

Daffodils (Draco, Harry, G, 450, character death (not Harry or Draco)) by faithwood

Comfort, Elena/Alaric (TVD), ~500 words by vlorahp

Merlin/Arthur- Sunlight PG; 264 words by anon

The Morning After the Night Before -- Harry/Sirius, kitchen by steamyaffair

Harry/Snape - rain by starduchess

Colin's Favorite Trousers - Colin/Bradley RPF by magnolia822

Arthur/Merlin - Swim Trunks Warning: Tentacles. R by anon

Elementary (Harry/Snape - rain) by writcraft

Spencer/Brendon, restraint by anon

Dean/Cas, feathers by cruentum

Kitchen (Sirius/Harry, NC-17) by ginger_veela

Arthur Never Learned To Share (Gwaine/Arthur) by giselleslash

Draco/Harry – Daffodils – Pg - 235 by nefene

That Missing Thing (Gwaine/Arthur) by giselleslash

Black Coffee (Sirius/Harry) by writcraft

Vision (Merlin/Arthur - moon) by alby_mangroves

Needful Things (a dragon's guide), PG, deaths, angst, bad things.

Merlin/Arthur - bed by alby_mangroves [New extended version]

Resentment (Merlin/Arthur - swept) by alby_mangroves

Torn (Harry/Draco, R) by ginger_veela

Merlin/Arthur -- Breathless by oflittleuse

Going in Circles, 1,2K; warning: mild infidelity (via drunkenness), angst by anon

A Thing That Both Mends and Destroys - Sirius/Harry (R) by jessicaqueen

Merlin/Uther - Canon-era. Warnings: minor reference to past spanking + heavily implied A/M. by otta_ff

Firewhiskey (Harry/Sirius) by faithwood Warnings: Harry is 15.

Won The Battle (Harry/Draco) by lokifan

The Internet Is For Porn (Merlin/Arthur) PG by anon

...Excite Me (Gwaine/Morgana, NC-17) by fuckyeah

Friends (Harry/Draco; PG; 580) by acardia17

Filthy Boy (Arthur/Merlin) NC-17 Prompt: Dirty by anon Contains: Contains rough, rough sex and lots of dirty language.

Leading Up To This - Harry/Sirius (R) by jessicaqueen

Provoke (Bradley/Colin Prompt: hoarse) by alby_mangroves

Escape (Merlin/Arthur - infidelity) by rufflefeather

An Airborne Affliction, R, (M/Gwa dub-con furry, A voyeurism + underage, implied M/A) by anon

Wherein Merlin is a genie (Merlin/Arthur-shard) by rufflefeather

The Magic Word (Merlin/Morgana, R) by fuckyeah

Merlin/Arthur, thirst, 394 words by marguerite_26

Trapped (Draco/Albus; NC-17; 1K) by faithwood

Merlin/Arthur - Wood-chopping - PG-13 - 900 words by obiskus

Between the Lines (Merlin/Arthur, R) by fuckyeah

Starry Delights, Rated: NC 17, AS/S by hpfangirl71

Discipline (Harry/Scorpius, NC-17) by ginger_veela

A Short Yet Sweet Affair Rated: PG 13 DM/ASP by hpfangirl71

Teddy/James Jr. - clumsiness - 182 words by hpfangirl71

Not Fair... Rated: PG 13 Merlin/Arthur by hpfangirl71

Hot Like Wasabi (Gwaine/Leon, PG-13) by fuckyeah

Thaez (Snape/Harry PG) by cerberusia




If for some reason I missed your fill, please let me know.

Masterlist by fandom/pairing, if you'd like to search that way

Comments

[yenny2206.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur- Soup

Merlin/Arthur- Soup PG; 230words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

“Just a little more.”

“Full,” Arthur whinged, turning his head away. Merlin kept the spoon by Arthur’s lips. If this came down to a question of wills, Merlin was just as stubborn.

“One more, Arthur.” He bit back the please; begging never worked when Arthur was like this. “Gaius said you needed your strength.”

Arthur whipped his head back and Merlin jerked his hand back to avoid spilling the spoonful on Arthur’s cheek.

“My strength?” Arthur snapped, his eyes flashing, and Merlin immediately recoiled. Arthur lifted his bandaged hands, sneering. “And what do I need my strength for, Merlin?”

Merlin sighed, slowly dipping the spoon back into the soup and giving it a stir as if the answers could be found in the broth and chunks of carrot.

“Exactly.” Arthur stared out the open window. The sounds of the practice field drifted in on the breeze.

“You will heal, Arthur.” Merlin would make sure of it. “By the time the leaves begin to change, you will be out there, instilling terror in your knights once again.”

Arthur huffed, but met Merlin’s eyes like he wanted to see the hope that might be there.

“You will hold a sword again. I know you will. But you’ll never heal if you don’t eat.” He carefully filled the spoon, tapping it against the side of the bowl to shake off any drips.

When he offered the spoon this time, Arthur open without complaint.

[nefene.livejournal.com]

Teddy/James Jr. - clumsiness

Teddy/James Jr. - clumsiness - 182 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

James wasn’t clumsy. No one who knew him would ever use ‘clumsy’ to describe the star Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They would more likely use words like clever, sly and maybe dangerous. But never clumsy.

So on New Year’s Eve, when James tripped on a mislaid Christmas cracker and landed in Teddy’s lap, he was fooling no one. Luckily, the adults were still at the dinner table, and the kids gathered were tipsy enough to not notice. So Teddy just laughed and teased James about hitting the punch a little too hard and decided to play along. No one was looking. He kept his hands on James hips while the sounds of the party swirled around them. James squirmed, leaning back onto Teddy’s chest. His hair tickled Teddy chin, his weight pressing against him in all the right ways. It was getting past the point of deniability now, but the lights were low and Teddy was a little buzzed himself.

Teddy’s breath grew a little ragged as James shifted just so. Dangerous, yes, but James Potter was never clumsy.

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Sirius/James I- friendship

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco- War

[(Anonymous)]

It's the war, maybe. Maybe it's the war, because he can't love him, he can't love him so much - he's only eighteen years old and he should think about his future (but... what future?), about all the men he could love.
He knows he loves Draco too much - and how many people tell him that this is just a crazy and stupid crush – but... Maybe, maybe, it's because of the war.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur - wood-chopping

(that's totally one word and brought to you by this post http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/664338.html)

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Cheater!

[(Anonymous)]

Uther/Merlin - young

M/U under-age

[(Anonymous)]

Merlin is whatever age you want him to be in this.

Merlin woke with a start. His skin was tight and hot, a sudden shock of pain snapping him out of his lazy dream. The sun was low now in the sky, and a long shadow creep across his chest. He blinked up to recognize Mr. Pendragon down at him.

“Shit.” Merlin gasped. Then upon seeing Mr. Pendragon’s disapproving look, he quickly sat up. “Sorry!” Shaking off the mortification of swearing in front of an adult – Arthur’s father, who never failed to make Merlin feel inconsequential, young and unrefined. He looked around to pool area, confused. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“Clearly.” Uther said, a little amused smile tugging at his lips. “And where is my son?”

“Yeah.” Merlin shook his head, trying to remember, and hissed as his skin protested each movement. His thighs were pink and tender, and he knew from experience that tomorrow it would be blistering, red and unbearable. He was going to kill Arthur. “He left –“ Merlin looked at the pink light of sunset in the sky. “I don’t know, hours ago? Sophia called and he went inside to take the call in private. And I fell asleep.”

“You’ve got quite a burn.” Uther knelt at Merlin’s side, his hand a light touch on Merlin’s cheek. His voice was rough as he said, “Come with me. I have some salve for that.”

Merlin watched Uther walk to the door to the main house without looking back. He was a man that never questioned if his requests would be followed. Merlin stood, not about to change that perception today.

will continue this soon.

[hogwartsvixxxen.livejournal.com]

♥Merlin/Arthur
♥Moon
♥Please

Vision

[alby-mangroves.livejournal.com]

I'm dreaming, thinks Arthur, strangely lucid for a man almost dead.

Above him, two gold moons float in the ether, glowing and oscillating like Apollo and Artemis, the divine Greek twins he learned of as a child. It's the most beautiful dream he has ever had and he smiles, weakly raising his hand to caress the celestial bodies as they spin, seemingly within reach.

"Oh," he sighs, as his fingers slip through blackness, feathery and soft as raven's wings. Arthur thinks he's never been this blissful, and it's a horrible irony, seeing as he's about to die from a sword wound. Even in his dreamlike stupor, he know he stands at death's door while blood seeps black and poisoned into his dressings.

The golden moons whisper incantations in strange, sibilant tones, and Arthur floats among the heavens, his hands both now firmly entwined in the decadent firmament, tugging and sifting it through his fingers as though it was hair, beautiful black hair, soft as lambswool.

He sighs, feeling the burn of the sword recede from his side, the itch of healing suddenly demanding his attention.

Dreams shouldn't be this real, he thinks, as the moons weave their elaborate spells in words Arthur doesn't understand. He grasps the feathery blackness, and the spinning, gold orbs dim, as though they were eyes drifting closed under cover of heavy lids. They sigh and moan as Arthur's fingers knead and caress, and as he falls into the deepest sleep of his life, Arthur could swear they were Merlin's eyes, hovering over him, protecting, healing.

Helpless, he sinks into oblivion, wishing he might dream like this forever.

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur

Needful

(It's a word, trust me.)

Needful Things (a dragon's guide), PG, deaths, angst, bad things.

[(Anonymous)]

These are needful things.

To start a journey, you need a prophecy, a dragon to speak it, a boy to believe it,
and most important, a pair of good walking shoes
(without which you would get nowhere for all the boys and dragons you can gather).

To kill a griffin: a spellbook with the right spells in it, a lance, and a friend to wield it.
Of course the friend is most important
(you can always run away until you find the book and the lance; the griffin will wait for you).

Questing Beasts are more complicated: you need a Seer to warn you, a prince's blood to shed (for nothing else can quell it), and if you want to keep the prince afterwards, you need a life you are willing to trade for it
(a life for a life, always, and your own doesn't count).

Say you wish to forge a legend for a sword: You need a dragon to temper it, a lake to cast it in, and a cursed maiden to guard it
(do not lift her curse, or else she won't be able to eat any interlopers and that will not at all be helpful).

To raise a king, you first need a king to kill and a brave prince to succeed, and there should be sundry villains for the prince to fight and brave knights to follow him. You may also require a maid to be his queen
(because you may love him, but not keep him; see the the next part).

To make your king a legend that will live forever, there must be a few betrayals - his kith and kin must turn on him unjustly; his loving queen, his sworn knights, his loyal friends, so that common voices may cry out for his being so wronged, and finally, you need a lake where you can set him adrift, to vanish into mists and legend.

Afterwards, you may follow him, if he will still have you.
(He has always needed you, and you, him. What happens when both no longer need each other is up to you.)

[gerric.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Gwaine - Necklace

That Missing Thing

[giselleslash.livejournal.com]

Arthur and Gwaine never talked much. They fucked a lot, but they never talked, and they were both fine with that. Talking met they were more than what they were and being something more was best not thought about.

So it surprised the hell out of Arthur when one day he noticed the absence of a familiar weight between them, a cool press of metal that Arthur often felt against the skin of his chest for hours after it was gone though he'd never admit to it.

"Your necklace," he said as his fingers wandered across Gwaine's bare neck, down the dip between his collar bones. Even though Gwaine was completely stripped bare, was firmly settled between Arthur's thighs, he somehow seemed more than naked. He seemed fragile in a way Arthur didn't want to think about. There was a piece of him missing and Arthur felt as if he could break apart around that missing piece.

Gwaine's fingers brushed over Arthur's and he stilled inside him.

"Chain broke. I almost lost it." Gwaine didn't say it but Arthur heard the, 'and I would have been lost without it,' beneath his words.

"I miss it. You don't seem you without it."

Gwaine looked surprised by that. "It was my mother's," he said.

Arthur only nodded, he didn't know what to say to that, he simply kissed Gwaine instead and urged him to start moving again.

Arthur didn't know what it was that drove him to a jewelry store, that compelled him to buy a replacement chain, one that was sturdy and solid and unbreakable, but the look on Gwaine's face when he'd pressed the chain into his hand somehow made it worth it.

[dracones.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin - (swim) Trunks

Merlin/Arthur, Warning: Tentacles. R

[(Anonymous)]

Arthur vanished almost as soon as they hit the water, sliding from Merlin's arms in a rush of slippery skin and a cloud of ink. "Arthur," he hissed, and then dived, but it was too dark to see anything under the water.

"Arthur," he called again, sputtering a little as he surfaced, annoyance and worry warring in him. "I know you can hear me, get back here! We don't know how long this spell of Morgana's will last, and if you've wriggled into some ridiculous tight spot when it wears off, YOU ARE GOING TO DROWN." He swiped the water from his face and tugged again at the too-loose swim-trunks he'd borrowed from Arthur. "What kind of experiment were you and Morgana talking about, and why did she turn you into an octopus? You're lucky we were on her yacht and not your country house for the holiday like you wanted!"

Was Arthur listening to him? Could he even hear Merlin under the water? Merlin huffed to himself, decided that he was more irritated than worried about Arthur now that he was no longer running with an armful of squirmy octopus looking for a way up to the deck. Why had he jumped in with Arthur rather than just dropping him in? Merlin began to swim for the ladder to get out and wait for Arthur to regain his proper form and get back to their game.

Or not. Merlin made a mental note to never play Truth or Dare with Morgana ever again. She came up with the strangest dares and penalties.

Something tickled his foot. Merlin yelped and jerked away and nearly swallowed water in his shock when a soft, flexible tentacle slid up and wrapped around his ankle and foot. He kicked out in reflex, and the tentacle stretched up his calf and tightened. The round suckers clamped on hard, and Merlin gasped and flailed about on the surface, surprised by how much it felt like a dozen round mouths sucking on his skin. "What are you doing? Are you trying to drown me?"

Another tentacle shot up and coiled around his thigh, and Merlin squeaked at how close the end of that one settled and sucked at the bottom of his trunks and around his leg. He managed to grab on to the ladder and started to pull himself up, then stopped with just his shoulders out of the water, panting as Arthur pulled himself up Merlin's back and wrapped more arms around his belly, one slipping over his hipbone to dip under the waist of his trunks, dangerously close to his crotch. Then all the suckers pulled at him together, and he whimpered at the sensation.

He unclenched one hand from the ladder rungs to reach back and pat Arthur's head behind him. "Arthur, are you in your right mind? Squeeze my, um, right ankle if the answer is yes. And stop sucking me, I won't try to kick you off anymore."

Arthur stopped sucking at him, squeezed his ankle once, and waited expectantly. Merlin shivered in his alien embrace, thinking hard.

"Is this part of the dare Morgana told you in secret? Because it isn't funny," he said, voice cracking a little. Another arm came up and stroked his back gently. "Okay, squeeze once for yes, and twice for no." Arthur squeezed him all over twice, and Merlin found himself giggling involuntarily at the slide of the tentacles around his sides. "I meant for you to squeeze my ankle again, you nut. But what are you doing if it's not for a dare?"

Arthur squeezed him again, and all the suckers tugged at his skin in unison, like a few dozen hungry mouths sucking at him, and Merlin gasped. Arthur stopped and remained still again.

Merlin thought. He let his free hand trail from Arthur's head to follow a tentacle around his middle, squeezed him back. "If you're in your right mind and it's not a dare... okay. I don't even know what I'm saying ok to, but okay." He laughed nervously.

Arthur seemed to contemplate his response, tentacles flexing meditatively around Merlin for several long heartbeats. Then he surged forward with all his tentacles, wrapping around Merlin's chest and reaching between his legs and stretching down all his limbs in a strange, sliding, sucking embrace, and Merlin whimpered.

[bohemiabythesea.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur, thirst

Merlin/Arthur, thirst, 394 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

The sun beat upon the desolate land, merciless and constant. Their quest had outlasted their provisions by two days and their water by one. They trudged on until their horses couldn't carry them, then they continued by foot.

Surely they were heading towards water. Behind them it was three days to the nearest decent tree to find shade, a week since the well they'd last filled their canteens.

Even Merlin's constant chatter had dried up in the scorching afternoon sun. For hours, Arthur had heard nothing but the wind, the skitter of scorpions, and the shuffle of weary feet.

Merlin was squinting into the setting sun, likely hoping for some sign of life before they had to pick the most comfortable rock to lay their heads upon, and hope they'd both wake come morning.

"I think—" Merlin suddenly sprinted ahead, turning back only to wave Arthur to follow. "Arthur! Green! I see something green!"

They ran together, driven by adrenaline alone, before the green blur became a bush, and then a second, and the silence of the desert faded into a trickle of a stream.

Merlin reached it first, having never given up his head start, and not weighed down by armor. He was already stripped to the waist when Arthur stumbled through the small copse to the glorious sight of running water. He fell to his knees, tearing at his buckles.

Naked, Merlin jumped feet first into the water; the splash hit Arthur's cheek like a revelation.

He fumbled out of his breast plate and mail, clumsy from haste and exhaustion. Before him, Merlin danced in the water, haloed pink in the setting sun.

Cupping his palms in the water, Merlin raised them to his mouth, again and again. The water spilt over his fingers, onto his lips, his chin, his nose, dripping down his shoulders and chest until he sparkled in the low sunlight like some sort of magical being.

Finally stripped, Arthur stopped at the bank.

He stood dazed, watching, until Merlin turned to him.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Arthur closed his eyes and laughed. "You have no idea," he said and he pounced onto Merlin, dragging them both beneath the surface.

They came up gasping and kissing and clinging to each other, smiling like men having made the walk to the pyre only to be pardoned from a death sentence.

[obiskus]

Harry/Snape - rain

[starduchess.livejournal.com]

Just a little, sad poem.





Harry looked out at the rain again, like everyday.

He used to think it fell for him as a little child,
denied the power of tears.

Now he knows it rains for Snape, that the world
mourns the loss of his years.

[hermette.livejournal.com]

Katie/Colin or Merlin/Morgana, spanking

The Magic Word (Merlin/Morgana, R)

[fuckyeah.livejournal.com]

What a good little lamb he was, already bending over the armrest of the overstuffed velour chair with his jeans and boxers around his ankles, presenting a sacrifice on the altar to the gods. To his own personal goddess.

Morgana had plenty of grown men twice her size at her stiletto-clad feet before, trembling and crying like babes at her touch that stung, then soothed, and while she knew she shouldn’t play favorites, she couldn’t help it. Every since this one had nervously appeared at the doorstep of her private studio, stammering wildly as he gestured to one of her ads in his hand that looked worn and wrinkled, she had been intrigued.

(With a coy smile, she had asked him how many times he had jerked off to her ad, and the blush of mortification that spread through his cheeks and those ears of his filled Morgana with a indescribable sense of glee.)

“Now, have you been utterly naughty?” Morgana purred as she dragged a lone, manicured fingernail across the milky flesh of his backside, delighting in how his hips jerked in sensation of the angry scratch she left behind. His breathing was already growing heavy and haggard, probably from the position he was in; Morgana bent down over him, tilting his chin up so their eyes met and noting how his gaze was already glossy with desire. “I believe I asked you a question, Merlin.”

“Please,” is all Merlin whispered in response, licking his chapped lips. It was an innocent, unconscious motion, but it secretly did things to Morgana that only her whip and paddle did to others. “Please, Morgana.”

He was the only one who could get away without saying “Mistress” before her name.

“Well,” Morgana drawled as she straightened up once more, her hand resting on one of his buttock cheeks, squeezing the lean muscle underneath, “only because you asked so nicely.”

In a instant, Morgana whipped her hand upwards and then back down, the resounding slap bouncing off the walls of the room. She cupped her fingers against the red, ugly mark that started to form against his otherwise flawless skin only for a moment before spanking it again, rewarded by the sharp cry that spring forth from Merlin’s lips.

That was why Morgana brought out the ball gag; while she might have bound Merlin’s wrists in leather cuffs to prevent him from touching himself or her, she never wanted the ardent sounds that came out of that beautiful mouth of his to ever stop.

Her barrage of cutting caresses continued, and Morgana made sure to alternate which side she hit; fair was fair after all. Merlin pleaded under his breath for more, harder, his words running together until it was one intangible mantra. Unable to touch himself, he rubbed his erection against the fabric of the chair, the friction with the combination of Morgana’s ministrations causing him to moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

All it took was one last forceful smack that left a handprint of splayed fingers against both cheeks, and Merlin came completely undone; his whole body tensed before he climaxed with loud, shuddering sobs.

“Good boy,” Morgana murmured as she rubbed the tender flesh, “Such a good, sweet boy.”

[hermette.livejournal.com]

Katie/Bradley/Colin, strapon

(I assume it's not actually restricted to two characters, yeah?)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

(I assume it's not actually restricted to two characters, yeah?)

certainly not. Also... YUM!!!

[hermette.livejournal.com]

Spencer/Brendon, restraint

[(Anonymous)]

1/2

I have never actually posted any Panic fic before, I hope it doesn't suck :D?


*

The first time Spencer does it, he just wants Brendon to stop fidgeting all over the place, stop picking at his cuticles, stop annoying all of them. Brendon gets nervous, sometimes, before they go on stage, and a nervous Brendon is an annoying Brendon, basically.

Spencer's not even sure Ryan and Brent know that this is Brendon being nervous. Spencer, though, Spencer's spent kind of a lot of time watching Brendon (kind of more than he's willing to admit, even to himself, really) and he knows how to tell jittery excited Brendon and jittery nervous Brendon apart. The Brendon before they go on stage is usually the nervous one.

So one evening, Brendon seems to be especially nervous for some reason. They're in the green room, sitting on a couch with a few stains on the cushions that Spencer's very carefully not thinking about. Brendon's fidgeting, kind of a lot, and when Brent looks like he's about to punch Brendon in the face, and Brendon's fingers are bleeding in at least two places, Spencer reaches out and grabs Brendon's wrists, not particularly hard, just a firm grip. He just wants Brendon to stop poking Brent, stop picking at his cuticles, just for a few seconds, but Brendon goes still. Not just his hands, kind of all over. He sort of melts into the couch cushions and seems to settle into himself. Huh, Spencer thinks.

Spencer looks up from where his hands are wrapped around Brendon's wrists. Brendon's eyes have gone dark, darker than Spencer's ever seen them.

"Oh," Brendon says, kind of breathily. Okay, Spencer thinks.

And then Zack's telling them they're on in ten and they really need to get a move on, and Spencer lets go of Brendon's wrists. Brendon doesn't go back to fidgeting, though, like Spencer had been kind of expecting.

*

After that it sort of keeps happening. It's not every night or anything, just, occasionally, when Brendon seems to need it, Spencer will grab his wrists and hold on for a few seconds. Sometimes that's not enough; sometimes Spencer has to hold on for several minutes, tighten his grip almost to the point of pain, for Brendon to get to that place where he sort of relaxes into himself, into Spencer's grip.

Sometimes, Spencer wants to do it even when Brendon doesn't really seem to need it. He likes the way it makes him feel, too, making Brendon go still like that. He had to get over his reaction to touching Brendon (blushing and stuttering, mostly, which was kind of embarrassing and Ryan was starting to look knowingly at Spencer whenever it happened) pretty quickly once they were on tour. They were pretty much living in each other's back pockets anyway, and also, Brendon's the most tactile person probably ever, and he's constantly touching Spencer, so Spencer just had to suck it up and deal with it.

Spencer's mostly cool with touching Brendon now, but there's something about this, something about wrapping his hands around Brendon's wrists and feeling Brendon go still in his grip, that does something to Spencer, that just feels right. Spencer's had to be careful not to do it just because he wants to.

Of course, sometimes they both need it, like before their first show after Reading. After seeing Brendon just go down like that after being hit with the bottle, well, Spencer sure as fuck needs it then. Brendon obviously does too, probably more than he has for at least a few months, understandably.

[hermette.livejournal.com]

harry/draco, pet

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Harry stopped what he was doing to look down.
The sight still took his breath away; Draco, curled up at Harry's feet, looking up at him with wide eyes, his head tilted to the side as if to ask him a question.
"My pet," Harry said and returned to carding his hand through Draco's hair.
Draco smiled and closed his eyes once again, resting his cheek on Harry's thigh and making a sound vaguely resemblant of purring.
He was where he belonged.

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

Gwaine/Morgana

Chains

...Excite Me (Gwaine/Morgana, NC-17) [1/2]

[fuckyeah.livejournal.com]

When she first met him, she thought him a stereotypical fool of a knight, oblivious to the severity of the current situation surrounding him. But after observing how he fights, how he moves, she now knows that under the mask of casualness is a calculating mind, and it excites her for some indefinable reason to find new ways to challenge him.

Even now, she watches how his dark eyes shift back and forth when she dismisses the guards who have brought him to her personal chambers this night per her instructions, and smiles widely with a dramatic tilt of her head. “Sir Gwaine, you must be still hungry. After all, you’re such a big, strong man that one moldy loaf of bed surely can’t be enough to satisfy you.

“Can’t really complain, my lady,” he quips in the same nonchalant manner he’s had since she has started to drag him from the comfort of the dungeon’s cells for her amusement.

It’s an insult, the way he twists the title against her, and she can’t help but admire the spark left in him still after two defenseless rounds against Helios’s men.

She also wonders what it would take to finally break him.

“I thought you might be eager for seconds,” she explains, jerking the binds around his wrists to pull him closer, pressing herself against his muscular, supple body to make her intentions perfectly clear. “But of course, you’re going to have to earn it.”

“Of course,” is all he has the chance to say before she drags him towards the bed, attaching the chains to one of posts before sitting on the edge, hitching up the hem of her dress. “Kneel,” she commands, arching an eyebrow as she waits to see if he’ll follow instructions.

He slowly bends down on one knee, and then the other, but doesn’t bow his head in the traditional matter of respect; instead he keeps it positioned upwards, his gaze locking with hers in a silent confrontation.

It sends a shiver of excitement through her body.

“I’m sure, with a man of your many talents,” she begins, her one hand sliding down the front of her body before separating her inner folds, already growing wet with desire, “you know the fundamentals of pleasing a lady.”

Smirking, he leans forward, and the contact of his stubble rubbing against the inside of her thigh sends a mixture of both pain and pleasure throughout her body. His tongue darts once, twice, and soon she realizes he’s testing her, teasing her, tasting her.

She bites back a moan.

Her own fingers quickly find her sensitive bud of nerves, stroking with an increased urgency as he works, until he suddenly takes them in his mouth, sucking until there’s none of her essence left on her. And he’s still staring at her straight in the eyes, as if he knows what he’s doing to her, as if the plan has been for her to be the one to lose control all along.

At this realization, she yanks her hand back like it’s been burned, but his lips seek out a new target, finishing the ministrations where her fingers left off. She’s not able to fight back the whimper this time, and now she’s able to touch herself freely, lightly pinching at hardening nipples through the fabric of her outfit.

His focus has shifted lower, and he’s lapping at her eagerly now, his tongue contorting in such ways she never knew was possible. His hands still bound, he uses the weight of his body to spread her legs farther apart to grant him more access.

When he first enters her using only his filthy and talented mouth, her hips involuntarily shift forward and she whines, breaking the eye contact as she throws her head back in ecstasy. It’s obscene, the noises he’s making as he’s licking and sucking her flesh, his teeth gently grazing tender skin every now and then that makes her jump then shudder.

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Draco/Albus Severus - claw

Claw (Draco/Albus Severus, NC-17)

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"Mr Malfoy, what's this... claw thing?"

Albus appeared in the doorway of Draco's study, holding... Christ. It couldn't be. Draco rose from his chair and crossed the room in three steps, snatching it from his grasp.

"Where in God's name did you find this?"

"Scorpius and I were just looking for old spellbooks in the attic." Albus's face fell. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise it was a, uh, family heirloom."

"It's not." Draco sighed and walked to his bookcase, setting it on a high shelf. He returned to his chair. "It's a Hand of Glory. Full of dark magic. Certainly not appropriate for a sixteen-year-old to be messing about with."

"Oh." Albus's eyes widened, then narrowed with realisation. "But you were sixteen."

Draco wiped a hand over his face. Merlin, was his every mistake catalogued in the pages of history textbooks? "I've done many things of which I'm not proud," he muttered at length.

Albus studied Draco, apparently unfazed. "It gives light only to the holder, right?"

Draco nodded.

Albus appeared to consider this for a long moment. He reached for the top button of his shirt and unfastened it, then the next, and the next, until his shirt hung open. Draco watched in stunned silence, unable to speak or move. Albus walked over to the shelf.

"What are you—"

"Close the draperies."

Heart pounding, Draco raised his wand, as if Imperiused, and waved it at the windows. The room went pitch black. He heard footsteps coming closer, and then...oh, God, the boy's lips were on his, dark and sweet as a blood lollipop. Deft fingers slid up his chest to his throat, unclasping his robes, whilst limber thighs straddled his. Draco gasped at the press of the boy's cock against his own.

Draco broke the kiss. "You're a wicked, wicked boy, Albus."

Draco didn't need to see Albus to hear the grin in his voice. "Takes one to know one."

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Harry/Draco - daffodils

Daffodils (Draco, Harry, G, 450, character death (not Harry or Draco))

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Everything is yellow. It's too bright and Draco can't bear to keep his eyes open. His mother didn't even like daffodils, but everyone seems to think she ought to have loved them.

Draco feels nothing. He's not sad, he can't cry, he wonders if he's made from stone and has no heart. It doesn't feel like his mother is in the coffin; Draco can't even imagine it; the thought is absurd. She would never consent to lie still; she would never accept all that yellow surrounding her.

She's not here, but when the service ends and people turn to leave, Draco's insides twist in anger. They think she's in there and they don't even care; they mean to leave her here, all alone, with flowers she never liked, in small space to suffocate in.

Draco wants to turn around and yell. Grab everyone's sleeves and force them to return. They can't leave her. They just can't.

He wants to pull them back, but he can't move. He felt nothing but the wave of sadness that strikes him now is more than he can bear. Tears rush down his cheeks, warm and fast, and Draco wants to scream. Maybe he does.

But then someone's there, standing next to him, holding him. He feels arms wrapping around him, squeezing tight, and he clings to that embrace; he doesn't even care who it is.

He thinks he'll never stop crying, but he runs out of tears and his throat hurts so much he feels like retching.

Hands lift his head and Draco stares at the blurry outline of the person holding him.

"Do you even recognize me?" the man asks and Draco panics for a second because he doesn't. He blinks and chases the tears away, and his vision clears.

It hurts to nod and move his head, but Draco does it anyway. "Potter. Of course I recognize you."

He hasn't seen Potter in years and he has no idea what he's doing here. He wants to ask. Compose himself and play the host, but someone grabs his shoulder from behind and pulls him away.

Draco's surprised to see his father, who squeezes his arm and hands him a handkerchief. Father nods at Potter and turns to Draco. "We're wanted inside, Draco. We must go."

"Yes. Yes, I know." Draco looks at Potter and Potter gives him a small smile, nodding his understanding. Draco lets his father pull him away.

By the time they reach the manor, Draco's eyes are dry and he's stone again. No one saw him break. No one except Potter. And somehow, that's okay.

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Merlin/Arthur, bed

*coughs* Too obvious? ;)

[(Anonymous)]

Probably not at all what you wanted and sadly lacking in porn but I hope you like it.



“Merlin! “ Arthur bellowed from across the well-manicured lawn.

Merlin popped his head around the corner of the garden shed and gave Arthur a sunny grin, “You called your highness?”

Arthur gave Merlin a withering look and picked his way across the brand new flower bed Merlin had just installed, “Would you care to explain exactly what I am looking at?”

“Well, you asked for it so I...” Merlin trailed off as he saw Arthur glare at him.

“At what point did I ask you to make an actual bed out of flowers?” Arthur points at what is indeed a bed, including iron headboard and footboard, made out of flowers.

“Hmm, it may have gotten away from me a little” Merlin says as his cheeks start to glow red. “It was supposed to be a surprise and you weren’t supposed to be back till tomorrow.“

“Really, and what sort of surprise could I ever want that would include a ‘flower bed’?” Arthur starts rubbing his forehead.

“Umm, I can’t tell you yet. It’s not done.” Merlin looks sheepish.

“Merlin!”

“Okay, okay, it was for our one year anniversary. I wanted something special that would be unique for just us. You do remember what this spot is right?”

Arthur’s face softened as he looked at Merlin, “How could I forget. Only you would equate a ‘flower bed’ with the spot I proposed to you.”

Merlin moved to twine his arms around Arthur’s waist as Arthur looped is arms around Merlin’s neck. “Well, it was a rather flowery proposal with the thousand fresh cut roses and moonlight serenade. I figured I would just do something equally cheesy to commemorate it.”

Arthur cuffs Merlin up the side of the head and then tangles his fingers in Merlin’s hair, “you are ridiculous to the extreme but I do love you. God knows why but I do.”

“You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Merlin tilts his head towards Arthur and their lips meet in a soft almost not quite there kiss.

Merlin and Arthur walk hand in hand back into their house as the sun glints off the bed frame, words become visible etched in curling font twirling around the iron bedstead.

My heart with yours till the end of time

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Merlin/Arthur -- puppy!play

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haha what a cheater, that's totally two words :P ...THAT I REALLY HOPE SOMEONE FILLS ANYWAY ♥_♥

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Merlin/Arthur - internet

The Internet Is For Porn (M/A) PG

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"The internet is for porn, and your bed is more comfortable," Merlin said solemnly, pausing in his typing to blink up owlishly at Arthur through his glasses.

"Be that as it may," Arthur said in his primmest, most posh voice, "my computer and bed are not for porn." Merlin raised his eyebrows at that statement, and Arthur amended himself, "not for penguin porn, at any rate. Go do your biology homework on your own computer and your own bed. If you'd rather study human porn, I may be amenable to discussing the matter of sharing my bed."

"Ahem." Merlin shut down the computer and set it aside, then removed his glasses. "I am finished with my penguin porn."

"Excellent," Arthur declared, taking the glasses from Merlin and putting them back on Merlin's nose while Merlin stared at him bemused. He stood back for a moment to study the effect the thick frames had on Merlin's features. Then he pounced.

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Arthur/Percival, leash

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have you ever seen that tfln that says Put me on a leash or I'm going to fuck someone? Because WOULD READ.

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Colin/Bradley - bulge

Colin's Favorite Trousers

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Summary: Colin loves Bradley's simpleton!Arthur trousers.

“I looked the bomb in that costume.”

Colin nearly spat out his morning tea onto his keyboard; instead he swallowed it down, sputtering through his laughter and trying not to choke.

He’d come across an article on Merlin Series Four during his early morning email correspondence and had been tempted into reading by the headline. Meet King Arthur: the Idiot. They’d interviewed Bradley, asking his opinion on the ridiculously tight trousers and midriff-baring top he’d worn for the simpleton Arthur episode, and this is what he’d come out with.

I looked the bomb. What a dork. Who even said bomb anymore? Colin sniggered, wondering what the reporter who’d written the article would think if she knew the whole truth of that day.

When Bradley had first opened his trailer door dressed in his new costume, Colin had been sure he was dreaming. There it had been at eye level, impossible to ignore. Bradley’s cock. A perfect bulge, outlined by the thin cotton material to leave nothing to the imagination. From Colin’s perspective–which was close, very close—he could even see Bradley’s bits. Jesus, was he even wearing pants? Bradley had hopped down and opened his arms, twirling.

“How do I look?” Bradley had asked. The crew was milling around, as were some of the other actors. Eoin seemed particularly interested in Colin’s response, the nosey git.

“Um . . .” Colin had flushed to from head to toe.

“Awesome, right?”

“Yeah, mate,” Eoin had chimed in, since Colin still couldn’t find his voice. “Nice arse, by the way. Have you been working out?”

That was when the absurdity of it all had hit Colin. The little shirt, Bradley’s belly, the trousers so tight on his round arse . . . it was too much. Colin had burst out laughing, clutching his sides, tears wetting his cheeks.

“Thanks, Cols,” Bradley had said once he’d finally gotten ahold of himself. He came close and whispered in Colin’s ear. “I’ll remember this.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Colin had said, fighting his residual giggles. “You’re just . . . it’s . . .” He looked down again, eyes latching onto the bulge.

Bradley regarded him with a bemused expression. “You like what you see?”

Eoin was still within earshot, so Colin kept his voice low. “You know I do. I’d like to get a closer look, in fact.”

“Later.”

The rest of the day was torture with Bradley in those tight clothes and Colin unable to touch him. He finally managed to get into character, though, and not to ogle Bradley—much—until they finally broke at half-seven. Everyone was exhausted after the shoot, but Colin had things other than sleep on his mind as he and Bradley headed back to their trailers.

He slipped inside after Bradley and the door behind them, wrapping his arms around Bradley’s waist and pressing up against his back.

“Is that for me?” Bradley asked, wriggling his arse.

“It is.”

“Well then, let me get out of these pesky clothes.”

“Um,” Colin said, hands drifting down and around to press on the bulge that had been tormenting him all day, now hardening under his hand.

“Let’s leave these on . . . for now.”

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Harry/Draco, friends

Friends (Harry/Draco; NC-17; 1,5K)

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Summary: One of those "friends turned lovers" fics. Sort of.

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"Look, I'm straight," Potter says. Says it because Draco's hand is on Potter's thigh, fingers restless, fingertips flirting with possibilities — brush up, brush down, trail slowly to Potter's knee or brave higher and find out if Potter really is as straight as he says. Potter's lips are red and wet, because Draco has been kissing them for the last two minutes, and Potter let him, so Draco's feeling brave. His fingers move up and brush against the thin fabric outlining Potter's cock. It feels hot and hard, and Draco hears Potter's breath hitch.

"Yeah, I know. Me too," Draco says, because if Potter can say it, even though he's aroused and still here, not pushing Draco away, then Draco can say it, too.

Potter's hand splays over Draco's chest and Draco's heart stops beating for two painful seconds, but Potter's fingers curl around the fabric, pulling in, not away. His green eyes look dark in the faint light of the latest P3 broadcast by the Pensieve Entertainment Network. Potter's living room still looks like a small wizarding village, filled with witches and wizard, all of them clapping and staring at the couple kissing in front of Potter's couch. There's an enormous black dragon to their left, right where Potter's kitchen is supposed to be. It's bound and still and helpless, harmless smoke rising from its nostrils.

It's all a bit ridiculous, Potter has told Draco earlier. Public Pensieve Presentations, the wizarding world's newest invention, has nothing on Muggle films. The visuals are spectacular, complete immersion into the three-dimensional world breathtaking, but the stories are too simplistic, characterizations nonexistent, the dialogue stilted and downright absurd.

Draco doesn't care. He loves them. He loves seeing evil defeated and people getting their happy ending. He knows that Potter is right and it's too simple and it's not how things are, but he really wants Potter to shut up about it. But Potter never shuts up. The more Draco defends his view, the more insistent Potter gets, and he talks and talks, and complains non-stop, and Draco can't hear what the characters are saying. It's annoying beyond measure and each time Draco tells himself he'll never watch another P3 with Potter again.

He told Potter as much a few minutes ago. Potter's eyes had gone round and he shook his head and said, "But... don't you see how terrible this is? What about all those people the hero didn't save? The dragon killed so many and he did nothing. And now look at him!" Potter waved wildly at the wizard kissing a pretty blond witch. Potter's expression turned dark and ugly and his voice low. "He has no right to be so happy. He didn't deserve it. Not when so many had died."

That was when Draco kissed him.