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

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur Sunlight

[asya-ana.livejournal.com]

A/N: Anything for brunettepet, for always leaving such lovely comments.

Merlin was a creature of the darkness. At night in the dimly lit rooms of the castle, he would let the tight coil of tension in his stomach unfurl until a weary peace settled over his limbs, free from another day of hiding his magic from the invasive eyes of Agravaine and the council advisors.

It was in the darkness that Merlin would steal into Arthur’s room and pull back the sheets to climb inside the bed next to his king; in the darkness Arthur would not be ashamed to wrap Merlin in his arms and stroke his face with loving hands. “To me you are the moon, pale and lovely, shining through the blackness,” Arthur would say. Returning his embrace, Merlin would answer, “And you are my sun.”

To protect the land Merlin had grown to love, in the deepening night Merlin would sneak from the castle and with magic bright strike down Camelot’s enemies with no one by his side to aid or witness. Later, in the light of day, it was always the king or a knight or fate itself that would receive the credit, while Merlin in the darkness took humble pride in the powers no one would ever—could ever—recognize.

And to see Arthur as he stood this morning before the enthralled populace, his crown shining bright in the rising summer sun, his golden hair absorbing its rays until Arthur himself seemed to be the one radiating light, filled Merlin with wonder and love. Wearing rags in the shadows of the castle wall, Merlin ached to be by Arthur’s side, to be esteemed worthy of being near that glory.

“And now it does me great honour to proclaim…” Arthur paused, turning to look at him. “Merlin, will you approach?” he asked.

Merlin stood up straight and, glancing about himself and finding no one else nearby, knew that Arthur could only be addressing him. He made his way, hasty, to kneel before the king. Merlin looked up at Arthur, the sunlight causing his eyes to squint, unused to the light.

“Rise up, Merlin,” Arthur ordered, taking Merlin by the shoulders. “And be my chief advisor. For the many years you have spent loyally by my side, for speaking truth to power, for never leading me astray, it’s my pleasure to grant you this title.”

Merlin struggled to his feet, taking pleasure in the sensation of the sun warming his face. He examined Arthur’s eyes for a hint of jest, and finding only sincerity there, broke into a smile. “Yes, oh yes!” he agreed.

And in the brilliant sunlight, Arthur brought his lips to Merlin’s forehead and blessed him with a kiss.

[sheswatching.livejournal.com]

Dean/Cas, feathers

[cruentum.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, okay! I don't know, Cas." Dean slammed the tumbler onto the desk. The whiskey sloshed up to the rim of the glass, but neither the low thump against the wood nor the ice in his own voice quite managed to pull him out of the fucked-up loop in his head.

Cas stood by the door, snow in his hair and on his coat. Snow was a constant now, as if Lucifer discovered irony in the last corner of hell.

"You've read every book."

"Yeah, I've read all the books and talked to all the people, every single one of them in this-" Dean threw the notebook onto the desk, sending the glass flying, then shattering to the floor "-it's not in there. Nothing, nothing is in there."

Dean's fingers shook with cold and had since the government had started rationing fuel. None of cars in the neighbourhood had any to offer, and no, he'd not been the only one drilling holes into the tanks.

"We'll find him," Castiel said. The snow melted on his lashes and his skin, turned into clear pearls of water.

"Yeah? I'm not seeing it, Cas." The glass shards crunched under Dean's boots as he walked to the bed and sat down. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and face in the palms of his hand. Sleep had become about as precious as fuel and he was starting to really lose it here.

A current in the air, a flutter and Dean got caught firmly but gently around his middle and drawn down to the bed. The melted snow slipped from Castiel's coat down Dean's face where it was pressed against Castiel's shoulder, but underneath Castiel was warm and alive, heart thumping loud.

Dean scrabbled to hold onto something as he thought of Sam out there, somewhere in the snow, maybe dead already, while he had this, but the only thing he felt around him were the feathers of Castiel's wings.

"I'll have to make more calls."

"Yes."

"Do more research."

Dean could swear Castiel sighed. Castiel's fingers slipped to the back of Dean's neck and drew him down until Dean buried his face in Castiel's wings, eyes closed as they tickled over his lips and nose, down the stubble on his chin and cheeks and neck. Castiel rubbed his thumb slowly up and down just behind Dean's ear.

"You need to sleep first."

"I don't have time for sleep."

"Shhh."

"I don't-" A few feathers slid into Dean's mouth, soft and dry between Dean's lips and on his tongue.

"Later, Dean. You've got time for that later."

Dean felt Castiel's legs draw around his own as he curled his wings tighter around them. Outside the snowstorm howled and rattled at the windows and the room reeked a little of the spilled whiskey, but Dean closed his eyes, mouthing at the feathers in his mouth and fell asleep with Cas murmuring things into his ear he'd never be able to repeat but instinctively understood.

I tried <3

[anoracle.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur

Swept

Resentment

[alby-mangroves.livejournal.com]

Merlin sweeps absentmindedly, shoulders aching from the repetitive movement.

He passes under a sliver of sunlight stealing through the thatched roof of the stables, and the heat is so delightful, so pleasant on his back that he pauses there. Leaning his weight on the broom, he stretches and rolls taxed muscles until they burn, letting his head drop back and turning his face to the sun.

With eyes closed, he lets the strain melt from his body, thawed by the sun's heat. He licks his lips, tasting sweat, dust and chaff.

In the quiet, a scuffed sound sends adrenalin searing through his nerves, and he startles, looking up and straight into wide, blue eyes.

Arthur swallows dryly, looking at a loss, and Merlin wonders how long he's been standing there, and why.

Straightening his shoulders, Arthur's strangely intense eyes turn hard, and Merlin's skin crawls with foreboding. Arthur is not pleased. Unsure of his wrongdoing, Merlin waits silently.

"Think you can finish this today, Merlin? Not too hard a task, is it? Surely even you should be able to manage it," Arthur grinds out roughly, then marches from the stables and into the sunshine, while Merlin stares after him, stunned.

Golden flecks of swept straw float serenely around his head. They glow like fireflies in the rich heat of the afternoon sun, while Merlin swallows down his shame and anger. Setting his face into hardness, he takes up the broom and begins anew, determined not to let Arthur's taunts get to him today.

[sheswatching.livejournal.com]

ANY PAIRING EVER (AND ALL PAIRINGS EVER), proposal

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Sirius/Harry - kitchen

The Morning After the Night Before

[steamyaffair.livejournal.com]

It’s different in the morning. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen and watching Harry make tea seems very … different now. Sirius scratches his stubble and it must have made a noise because Harry turns to look at him - and that’s different now too.

Harry smiles, slow and cautious - of what, Sirius can’t be certain. Maybe he’s afraid Sirius will send him away or that Sirius will insist it never happen again. But that’s not going to happen.

Sirius steps closer to son of his best friend, to Harry, and wants to be a better man. He wants to be strong - for both of them. He wants … full stop.

He reaches out to brush his fingertips over the wild, dark hair and lets them trace the shell of Harry’s ear. He feels a small shiver run through young man and suddenly, Sirius realizes that it doesn’t really matter what he wants. Only that Harry wants him.

“Harry,” he says softly, watching those bright green eyes turn dreamy with desire. If he can do this right - be whatever Harry needs - then maybe … He sucks in a shuddery breath. Maybe his wretched life might have some use after all.

Not that Sirius ever expected this. He wouldn’t have even allowed himself to dream of it if Harry hadn’t crawled into his bed in the middle of the night. Even then... but that’s behind them now.

Harry sighs into his mouth as they kiss and Sirius remembers this from the night before. How Harry seemed to hold his breath, as if expecting the moment to disappear. As though he never believed he could be happy.

Except, that’s not really it. It’s more like Harry never thought he’d be allowed to be happy. The thought makes Sirius frown for a moment and Harry catches it. He looks down and away.

“Harry,” Sirius murmurs again, he reaches out to turn Harry’s face back and kisses him again. He wants to reassure him, running his hands down the thin sleepshirt to rest them at the waistband of Harry’s pajama bottoms. He draws away to meet Harry’s eyes before pulling the bottoms down and kneeling before him.

And, yes - it’s reckless, but Sirius doesn’t know how to be any other way. He knows someone could walk through that open door any minute now. He hears a floorboard squeak above them as the house slowly comes to life.

He sucks Harry down, quickly - but with, he hopes, tenderness. His eyes close and he inhales Harry’s scent - warm and musky - as he slides his mouth up and down.

“Sirius,” Harry gasps, and Sirius hears something clatter on the counter. He looks up to find Harry staring at him, clutching edge of the work surface. With one hand, Sirius prys Harry’s fingers away and settle them in his own hair.

“Oh God, Sirius,” Harry whispers. Sirius feels his fingers curl through his hair and hums with contentment. He needs to show Harry that it’s alright. That Sirius wants to do this for him.

Harry comes with muffled cry and Sirius looks up to see him biting his fist. He quickly swallows all of Harry’s release continues to suck gently until Harry’s trembles tell him that it’s too much. He rises with a popping of joints and tugs Harry’s clothes back into place.

“Alright?” he asks, rubbing his thumb across the top of Harry's hand.

Harry nods and this time, the smile he gives Sirius is all warmth and happiness. Sirius smiles back and thinks they might be alright after all.

(I suck at titles!)

[kajmere.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Gwaine, Sharing

Arthur Never Learned To Share

[giselleslash.livejournal.com]

Arthur was absolute crap at sharing. Always had been. When he was younger and all of a sudden Morgana had shown up and he'd been expected to share with her? Well, let's just say things didn't go so well.

Not only was Arthur crap at sharing things, like actual physical objects, he was crap at sharing the things that weren't physical as well, all those things that went on inside his head and his heart. So few people had ever managed to reach in to pull them out of him, those pesky emotions, and even then the war was hard fought and not easily won.

Arthur was difficult and he made people work for his affections and his trust. It wasn't a trait he was proud of, nothing of the sort. He knew he was more than a tough nut to crack and that people often gave up on him, but despite all of that he just couldn't bring himself to change.

But then he met Gwaine who was pretty much the biggest pecker Arthur had ever met. He was arrogant and flippant and annoying as hell, but he'd set his sights on Arthur for some reason, pursued him with an intensity Arthur'd never experienced before. It freaked Arthur the fuck out and he pushed Gwaine away at every chance, but Gwaine didn't give up. For some reason he seemed to believe Arthur was worth fighting for and it was because of that belief that Arthur was finally able to let go.

It was unbearable at times, and scary as hell, like falling off a fucking cliff, but then Gwaine would kiss him and his mind would stop thinking, stop putting up defenses, stop pushing away. And sure, it was still like falling off a fucking cliff, but instead of falling he was flying and that was the best damn thing he'd ever felt.

So, sure, Arthur was still crap at sharing, horrible even, but Gwaine would laugh at him for being a dick and to Arthur's surprise he'd say, 'I love you,' in return instead of, 'shut it, you twat' and it didn't so much matter that he was still crap at sharing. He shared with Gwaine, and really, he was all that mattered so Arthur figured he was doing just fine.

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Any ASoIaF fans here?

Jon/Satin (or anyone, really) - fire

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Any TVD fans here?

Elena Gilbert/Alaric Saltzman - comfort

Comfort, Elena/Alaric, ~500 words

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

He knew it was wrong to want her.
She was almost like his own daughter at times. Almost. Because surely one shouldn't feel about a daughter the way he felt about her.
It hadn't always been there, the want, the need. But lately, he had caught himself watching her. It had begun innocent enough- noticing the way her hair reflected the sun, trying to make her smile again, admiring the creamy expanse of her skin.
She wasn't Jenna, wasn't even her daughter, so comparing them was stupid, but he still caught himself doing so.
It was there, in the proud way she carried herself and how she would never give up on the people she cared about.
And she cared, so fiercely.

At first, he pretended he didn't hear her crying. He had his own grief to deal with and he knew there was nothing he could say that would make it better. "It's going to be okay." would be a lie and he was sick of lying. Sick of all the hiding and pretenses and false promises.

But weeks passed and still he could hear her crying every night. He wasn't really surprised- it had to cost her, being strong for Jeremy and pretending she had moved on in front of everyone else. Against his better judgement, he had taken to listen in front of her door. Going in wasn't an option, but he needed to feel like he was being there for her, even if she didn't know it.


He hardly slept anymore. Sitting with his knees drawn up and his head resting against the wall in front of her room seemed more important.

And then one night, she didn't cry.
The silence was worse somehow. As if tears just weren't enough anymore. He wondered if she felt it too, the hopelessness, the fear that it would never get better.
When three nights had passed that way, he couldn't bear it anymore.
The silence was too loud, so he decided to break it.

She wasn't sleeping, but he hadn't expected her to.
He hadn't expected her to lift her blanket in an invitation to join her either, but he hid his surprise well enough.
They didn't talk much, because there was nothing either one of them could say to make it better, but they found comfort in the warmth of each other's bodies.

It was weeks before anything happened, but when it did, it was as easy as breathing. He thought he was supposed to be the strong one, but when Elena's arms went around him and she cried out his name, he realised he couldn't be strong without her.

The guilt was still there, but it was a dull, distant thing. They had both recognised the inevitability of their situation, denying each other what they both wanted now would be a lie and Alaric was through with lying.
She made him feel like a whole person again.

[vaysh11.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco - daisies

[writcraft]

Harry/Draco - Torn

Torn (Harry/Draco, R)

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Ugh, apologies. This turned out to be a bit of a prequel to this ficlet (http://ginger-veela.livejournal.com/228208.html) I wrote yesterday, though this certainly can be read as a one-shot.

"After everything we've done for you."

Lucius is red-faced and shaking, and for once it's not from too much wine. Narcissa stares at Draco, open-mouthed with horror. Draco takes a deep, unsteady breath.

"Father, I understand you're upset—"

"I was upset," Lucius interrupts, clutching his cane in a death grip, "to learn my only son was bent. I was upset he chose to make known his unnatural proclivities. But this"—he jabs his cane in Draco's direction—"is nothing short of treason."

"Lucius," Narcissa pleads. "Don't—"

"I love him."

A seemingly interminable silence settles over the room. Lucius turns to the window; a pair of snow-white peacocks wander through the garden outside.

"You disgrace the Malfoy name," Lucius utters at length. "Renounce this madness, or renounce your family."

Draco's life flashes before his eyes: an outstretched hand not shaken; a golden Snitch snatched from his grasp; a bathroom floor awash in water and blood. But other memories vie with the first ones: a broom swooping through a wall of flames, saving him from certain death; a night that began on Potter's stoop with a nervously proffered thanks and absurdly expensive bottle of brandy, and ended in a tangle of limbs and come-soaked sheets; a one-night stand that somehow became two, then four, then ten, until the only things left to count were the hours each day until they could be reunited.

"I love him," Draco repeats.

Lucius flinches, his knuckles white against the serpent's head. "Get out of my sight. You're no son of mine."

"Draco," Narcissa sobs. Her fingers wrap tightly around his arm, and he hesitates; perhaps she can make Father see sense. Her eyes fill with tears.

"Please don't do this to us."

Draco gently prises her fingers away from his arm; he squeezes them for a moment before letting them go. He turns away, walks out of the study, and leaves the Manor. The gate clangs shut behind him; he looks back for one long, tortured moment.

Then he Disapparates away, to Harry.

[(Anonymous)]

Merlin/Gwaine or Colin/Eoin sexual cat Merlin story

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

[(Anonymous)]

"Mmrreep," Merlin says from the door, making Gwaine slam shut his laptop and curse in anticipation of whatever was going to happen next. He groans and covers his eyes and his crotch as Merlin pads into the room and jumps up onto the bed with a peeping duckling in his mouth.

Merlin drops the duckling before Gwaine, and the duckling stares at his blanket-covered crotch with beady, accusing eyes, as if it knew what he had been doing when they came in. Gwaine flops back on the bed and resolves to ignore them, sticking his hand back under the blanket to continue. The duckling peeps at him long and loud, shrilly offended. His boner dies. Merlin pads up to him and stares at his crotch with unhealthy fascination.

"Aurgh!" Gwaine elbows his way back into a sitting position and flings off the blanket, glares at Merlin, determined to stand his ground. "I haven't had a proper wank in a week! How did you even get the door open? I locked it before I started! I checked!"

Merlin blinks at him slowly, then tilts his head to better look at Gwaine's wilted cock. "Mrrrit."

The duckling waddles up to stare at him as well. "Peep."

Gwaine fights the urge to cross his legs. "Is this some kind of screwed-up vengeance for that thing with the Sidhe prince on the plane? How was I to know he'd get so offended about a little fairy joke? And you should be getting back at him, not me, he's the one who changed you into a cat!"

The two small animals eyed him like they thought he was some kind of extremely stupid and lowly life-form. Actually, the duckling was staring at his limp cock with a disconcerting degree of interest, maybe like it thought it was a worm. Gwaine gulped and flipped the blanket back over his cock. "Stop staring at me like that! Get out! Shoo! What did you bring the duckling here for, Merlin?"

"Meep," Merlin said with a startling sense of authority, and strolled up to paw at his lap.

"Oh, no you don't," Gwaine hissed and pulled his legs away from Merlin, curling up protectively. "I like you, and I like cats, but I don't like you enough to do it with a cat, even for your sake. Heeeey." Merlin followed him, nosing at him insistently, while the duckling watched them both and peeped occasional encouragement. "Come on, at least get the duckling out of here? It can't be old enough to watch this kind of shit."

Merlin glances back at the duckling, as if just remembering about it. "Mrreep!" he says again, affirmatively, and looks at Gwaine as if expecting his little chirps to make sense to Gwaine.

"What about the duckling?" Gwaine demands, ready to tear his hair out in frustration. "Why aren't you looking for Arthur to come lift your curse? Unless your tiny cat brain has somehow mistaken it for Arthur just because they're both yellow and fluffy-"

"PEEP!" The duckling sits very straight and flaps its little wings angrily.

"Shit," Gwaine says with feeling. "You don't mean to say..that is Arthur?" In reply, both animals stare at him disdainfully again. "How is he supposed to kiss you better, then?"

Somehow Merlin's little cat face manages to look like he is smirking. Merlin strolls boldly up to him and puts a soft paw firmly on the bulge of his cock under the blanket.

Gwaine flails and grabs Merlin before he can paw off Gwaine's last vestige of modesty. "You can't be serious!"

Merlin was.

THE END

[patchcat.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur -- Breathless

Breathless, Merlin/Arthur

[oflittleuse.livejournal.com]

The night was muggy and clinged to Merlin's skin as he leaned against cool stone. Music thrummed from inside. It's pulse beating against the over heated cheek pressed to the wall. He saw Arthur come around the corner. Arthur walked with shoulders straight, blonde hair messed and damp from sweat. As his eyes finally found his, Merlin quickly licked his lip in anticipation.

Breathless.

That's what Merlin's tongue did to him. What it always did to him. The sting of arousal coursed through his body. The need so much more encompassing then even the dark heat pressing in on all sides. He sauntered forward, deeper into the shadowed alcove, stopping so that he was crowding Merlin's space.

Breathless.

That was how Merlin felt as Arthur waited, taunted him to make the first move. It was a battle of wills. Arthur's eyes were shadowed, but Merlin knew how they would look. He had seen it so many times. Pupils blown with lust and the intensity of the glare as he dared Merlin to make a move. There were voices around the corner. They seemed another world away. In the end Merlin closes the gap, he always closes the gap, because it's so much better to lose and just take this. He moves his lips down to Arthur's neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.

Breathless.

As Merlin starts to pull his trousers off. As a hand starts to rhythmically pull against him Arthur loses all coherent thought. His hand blindly reaches for Merlin. He needs to feel him, needs to see him come undone.

Breathless.

As they kiss, the heat pressing in on them, cheeks burning, sweat dripping. Merlin gasps out Arthur's name, feels Arthur follow. Slow languid kisses follow, Merlin can not find the strength to remove his hand from the now flaccid cock. He struggles to catch his breath, but cannot help but feel slightly smug to realize he was not the only one left breathless.

[starduchess.livejournal.com]

Snape/Harry -- runes

FILL - Thaez (Snape/Harry PG)

[cerberusia.livejournal.com]

Beyond late, but, uh. Surprise?

Harry comes home in the early hours, smelling of smoke and burnt ozone - Stunners. There's been a resurgence in active Death Eater cells this last quarter, and he's called out to most incidents. As a family man, he could request that they send him out only in daylight hours - as Head Auror, he could even demand it. But he doesn't. I need to set a good example, he says to you when you ask, smiling his too-old smile. A tired smile.

He always looks tired these days - except in these brief moments, when gets back from a call out and he steps through the door and bends down to take off his boots with a small, private smile on his face which somehow manages to lighten and soften his whole face and he looks again like the man you married.

Then he turns to you, sat at the kitchen table with your lukewarm tea, and makes an exaggerated weary grimace. You'd think they'd get bored, he says, the same joke he's made at least eight times before. You smile anyway, because every family has its rituals, and this is yours. At least I can count on Severus to make hilariously rude comments about the whole thing to cheer me up, he continues, and you see that lightness around his eyes again.

You nod, keep smiling. He steps around the kitchen table to bend to kiss your temple, says Gin like he always does, and you reach out to rest your hand on his bare hip underneath his jumper - the attacks always take place in Muggle areas, and Harry doesn't like wearing robes in a fight anyway. Beneath your fingers, you feel tiny scratches. From the ground, from the wall, from a lucky curse - but you know. You know.

Gently, innocuously, you stroke his hip, feeling the muscle, the pattern. Thurisaz. Eihwaz. Eolh. Same as always: keep him safe. Marks made by large hands, strong hands, deft hands accustomed to holding a knife to cut a beetle, a bond of trust, a marriage. You visualise them, sallow and long-fingered, at rest where yours now lie.

Keep him safe. Even the sharpest knives become blunt. You sip your tea, hope your eyes tell the right story, and say nothing.

[lordhellebore]

Petunia/Vernon - Age

[kayoko.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco - manpurse

University/College AU

[amythystluna.livejournal.com]

"I'm surprised no one has accused us of switching bags."

"What makes you say that, Draco?"

"Because one would think I would be the man carrying the purse."

"....it's a messenger bag."

"No Harry, it's definitely a manpurse."

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/amythystmoon/7025576105/)

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Sam/Dean - Take-out

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Sirius/Harry - warm

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

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I honestly did mean for it to be short enough to post directly as a comment, but at 1,600 words... yeah, not so much.

A Thing That Both Mends and Destroys - Sirius/Harry (R) (http://jessicaqueen.livejournal.com/241484.html)
Warnings: Dub-con, questionable sanity, sex between a 16 year old boy and a much older man, dark themes.
Summary: The cold continues to cling to Sirius long after Azkaban. He’d do almost anything to feel warm again.

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Arthur/Merlin, graduation

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Spencer/Brendon - confusion

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lovely...such a nice little surprise that made for Arthur.

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Merlin/Arthur: Chocolate

Between the Lines (Merlin/Arthur, R)

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“…Arthur,” Merlin says, the sound catching in his throat as his dingy messenger bag drops to the floor, “Just what, the hell, are you doing?”

With a nonchalant shrug, Arthur hops up from the spot on the bed where he’s been waiting for Merlin to return to their apartment. “You’re an artist, right?” he asks, as if they didn’t meet three years ago at Merlin’s premiere exhibition and instantly hit off, even after Arthur had loudly remarked that the paintings made “no damn sense” without realizing Merlin was standing right behind him. As if he doesn’t know how Merlin has been struggling with his current piece for the past few weeks, threatening to scrap it all together five times already. As if he isn’t standing there, completely naked and utterly aroused, holding out a pot of chocolate body paint and a clean brush. “If you’re an artist, then paint me.”

Hesitation briefly flickers in Merlin’s eyes, but the desire that surges there as well eventually wins the inner battle. He snatches the paint and brush before kissing Arthur so hard they end up falling back onto the bed together.

In the end, their expensive Egyptian cotton sheets are ruined forever, Arthur has been painted so many times that he’ll smell like a fudge shop for days, and Merlin will probably never stop thinking how hilarious it is to sing about Arthur’s cock to the tune of that god-awful “Chocolate Rain” song when it’s really not that funny.

But it’s worth it, Arthur determines when he wakes up hours later, rolling over his sluggish and very satisfied body to discover the other side of the bed is empty. Instead, Merlin is up at his easel, the moonlight filtering through the window and bathing his still naked body in an ethereal glow. He hasn’t noticed Arthur’s awake yet, his brow furrowing in concentration as he puts what looks like the finishing touches to his work.

It’s undoubtedly a part of what Arthur lovingly calls Merlin’s “drugged out dream” series, a medieval knight awash in a sea of reds and golds. The knight’s features are so unabashedly based on Arthur’s own that he has to hold his breath, not making a sound when Merlin leans forward to place a soft kiss on the knight’s highly stylized lips before whispering, “Beautiful…”

However, a bark of laughter escapes from Arthur seconds later, after Merlin is horrified that there’s now a smudge of chocolate left on the canvas.

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Harry/Scorpius: Discipline

Discipline (Harry/Scorpius, NC-17)

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Fill posted here (http://ginger-veela.livejournal.com/232690.html). :-)

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Draco/Albus: Corset

Oh and the icon is a hint... LOL

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Merlin/Arthur: Dirty

Filthy Boy (Arthur/Merlin) NC-17 Prompt: Dirty

[(Anonymous)]

A/N Too…embarrassed to de-anon. Contains rough, rough sex and lots of dirty language. NSFW for sure.

Dirty. Nasty.

Arthur ground into Merlin, murmuring words of passion, words of hunger. “Want,” he muttered, grunting softly as he felt Merlin’s hands on the waistband of his jeans.

Merlin groaned loudly, the sound mournful as he tilted his head back, knocking it on the side of the building, his skin slick with mud from when he’d first fallen during the storm. “Take, take me,” he breathed, his pupils blown wide with pleasure as he stared back at Arthur.

“Yes,” Arthur spun him around, pressing himself along the length of Merlin’s back, his cock so hard it was almost painful. “Dirty boy,” he purred into Merlin’s neck before he sank his teeth into the skin there, sure to leave bruises.

“I am,” Merlin bowed his head as though submitting, and keened when Arthur shoved his jeans down and began preparing him. He had never been so thankful for the fact that his lover was always prepared for everything, like a regular boy scout, and vowed to never mock him again. “Please, please, Arthur,” he begged, rocking back, his movements restricted by the fact that his pants were not fully off.

“Yesss,” Arthur hissed as he finally slid inside of him, waiting mere moments for Merlin’s comfort before he began thrusting properly.

Merlin tried to grip the wall, not worried for a moment that they would be seen. No one at the festival would wander this far, and he didn’t give a fuck if they did. He luxuriated in the pleasure/pain roaring through his body, his pulse sounding in his ears. “You didn’t…didn’t want to come,” he gasped out, unsure if he would be heard over the rain.

Arthur choked out a low moan into his ear, forehead pressed to Merlin’s shoulder as he moved. “I do now,” he chuckled, the sound throaty.

Merlin arched then bucked back against him, loving the feel of rain on his skin as much as Arthur’s hands. It soothed him even as Arthur ignited want inside of him, desperation to get release overriding everything else.

“So…bloody filthy…clean you,” Arthur murmured, thrusting harder, one hand pinning Merlin’s where it was.

Hurrying to keep himself from banging his head Merlin repositioned his other hand, knowing he was going to lose it soon. It had been two days, two days since he’d gotten his fix, and Arthur never sounded like that. Never.

Arthur slid his hand down Merlin’s front, enjoying that his shirt was open he raked his blunt nails down his lover’s chest, enjoying the moans that ensued. He moved a bit faster, spurned on by the noises Merlin was making, and finally wrapped his hand around his lover’s hardness, stroking.

Merlin cried out, surprised by the touch he rocked into it then back, eyes closed and movements now frenzied.

“Yes, yes, fall apart,” Arthur coaxed, almost crooning even as his breathing grew ragged and his hand fell away from Merlin’s to grip his lover’s hip in a bruising manner.

Tilting his head forward again Merlin lasted a few more thrusts, and then his legs buckled as he came, Arthur the only thing holding him up.

Arthur gritted his teeth, moving so fast he was certain it was some kind of record before he found his own release with a bit off grunt, and slumped against Merlin’s back, almost sending them both tumbling to the ground.

“So….” Merlin sucked in air, completely breathless. “Like the show?”

“Idiot,” Arthur gasped out, turning him and kissing him. “My filthy idiot.”

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Damon/Elena(TVD): Bitten