First Times Fest

[marguerite_26]

All right. I am having a shit, shit week. I need a happy distraction.

Comment fest anyone? How about First Times? They are always good.
Something like...
First time having ~those thoughts about a man.
First time she was ever truly afraid.
First time giving a blow job.
First time bed sharing (First time tent sharing)
First time sounding. (what? Just saying it does not need to be vanilla)


ALL PAIRINGS/ALL FANDOMS WELCOME. That includes HP, Merlin, The Avengers*, and yes, One Direction.
*Please warn for movie spoilers

Leave a pairing and prompt below, read through the prompts and write/draw a fill if you are inspired.
Subject lines are appreciated.

FILLS!!!

[The Avengers]
Tony/Bruce: Sounding by snapelike
Loki/Tony -- Freefall by lokifan

[Torchwood]
The First Time [Jack/Ianto, PG-14] by iolo1234


[Merlin]
Skin - M/A - light-NC-17 by kim47
Merlin/Arthur, Watching [NC-17, masturbation] by snarkyscorp
Merlin/Arthur -- First time Arthur milks a cow by anon
Arthur/Merlin, "My King" [R, role-play] by snarkyscorp
Gwaine/Nimueh -- Back The Way You Came by planejane
Arthur/Merlin - First Kiss Gwaine's Bet, the Haunted House and The White Cat by rotrude
Prom Night -- [unspecified pairing, warnings] by kattale
Knowing -- Merlin/Arthur by xfortytwo
One Blow -- Merlin/Arthur (NC-17, slight dub-con) by fuckyeah
Starting Over, Something New [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17, 2.8k] by planejane
Love Is a Doing Word (Fearless On My Breath) [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17,roleplay] by alby_mangroves

[HP]
Harry/Draco - Submission [D/s, bondage, implications of future sounding] by snarkyscorp
Harry/Draco The Indignity of It All - Light R, the most minor of bloodplay, by ellecc
Harry/Draco Punch (R; 800 words. No special warnings apply.) by potteresque_ire
HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really) by omi_ohmy
Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man by potteresque_ire
Close To The Dragon's Fire [Neville, Alice - PG-13] by lordhellebore
Harry/Draco - Knowing Harry Potter by omi_ohmy


[I'll be off line for a few hours (doing things much less pleasant than reading these awesome fills) so this masterlist will be out of date until later tonight, sorry! Did I mention how much I love you guys? ♥♥♥♥♥ All caught up. If I missed your fill please let me know. It's a bit hard keeping track.]

Comments

Re: Skin - M/A - light NC-17? - 2/2

[omi-ohmy.livejournal.com]

This was lovely - such a great idea, bare skin as the thing which moves it on from a frantic fumble to... More.

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

Steve/Tony Naming their first child. That counts as a first time right?

Re: Punch 2/2 (R; 800 words. No special warnings apply.)

[omi-ohmy.livejournal.com]

It was the healing which did it for me – it made it all so delicious. After the wonderful punches and taunting, as well as the helpless arousal, the detail of the healing made it into something else entirely. Loved it!

[indyonblue.livejournal.com]

I loved this (as always)! You always breathe such life into the characters, it blows me away.

If I have a gripe with JKR, it would be her characters are sometimes quite 2-dimensional. I always felt there could be more to Petunia - how could she not feel some connection to her sister's son? People are so much more complex than just 'good' or 'bad', and if she does try to add more to them (eg Dudley when they are leaving, or Narcissa towards the end of the last book) it always feels like too little too late.

Anyway, this adds so much more to Petunia's motivations and feelings. I love her realisation about her marriage to Vernon ("Suddenly, she realised he blocked the light"), and then she sees her freedom by closing her eyes. Just perfect x

Re: Harry/Draco - Submission [D/s, bondage, implications of future sounding]

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, yes yes yes yes yes! So much love for this, it's perfect. Thank you! What a nice thing to wake up to.;)

I'd say more, but I think I'm going to read it again instead!

Re: Punch 2/2 (R; 800 words. No special warnings apply.)

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! I love that this is something they've done before and will undoubtedly do again- can't wait for Harry to come back xD -and how dysfunctional their 'relationship' is.

Re: HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really)

[sofisticat.livejournal.com]

(Here via lordhelbore) I am really glad I followed this link and read your story. It is beautifully written, with much insight.

[planejane.livejournal.com]

Here you go! It got a bit long for a comment!

Back The Way You Came (http://planejane.livejournal.com/150135.html) on my journal! I'll post it at AO3 later, too.

Re: The Indignity of It All - Light R, the most minor of bloodplay, 3/3

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

This is awesome! The cunningest and the wand thing cracked me up. :D This is just so very them, well done!

Re: Arthur/Merlin - First Kiss Gwaine's Bet, the Haunted House and The White Cat 1/1

[rotrude.livejournal.com]

The house creaks and settles; the wind howls.

Their torch only casts light over a couple square metres of floor while the rest of the room is thrown in shadow. Shapes loom ominously in the dark, like silent hulking giants, or skeltetal arms reaching out to grab them. Merlin knows them to be furniture but can't help seeing other, foreign shapes in those every day objects when he moves his head just so.

Branches batter at the windows and then it thunders and something cracks.

"Must be some stray that's sneaked in the back garden."

"I know," says Merlin, convinced of the truth of Arthur's statement even while a frisson chases up his spine in spite of all rational explanations. "Still, this wasn't a good idea." Merlin drums his fingers on his knees; pokes at a loose floor board with the trip of his trainer. A summer squall deafens them. "We shouldn't have humoured Gwaine."

"If we didn't, he'd have said we were both girls," Arthur says.

"There's nothing wrong with being girls." Merlin lifts the floor board a tick. A cockroach scurries past. “All the girls I know are quite cool.”

Arthur splutters, trying to convey his indignation at the thought Merlin's just expressed, likely wanting to proclaim the virtues of his own manliness, when he cocks his head and tilts up an eyebrow, and you can see he's switched gears and that he thinks he's just had a brilliant idea. "You really think the Dragon Manor is haunted, don't you?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Merlin drags their upended torch closer. "I know there's no such thing as ghosts."

A creaking floorboard bending under the weight of what Merlin hopes is a rat seems to mock him for being so bold about stating flat out that no spooks exist.

"But think about it," Merlin says reasonably, "this an abandoned house. The only one for miles. What if crack-heads use it as a base? What if some dealer comes and we witness a transaction and a meth monster kills us to shut us up?"

Arthur's lips twitch. He doesn't point out how improbable such a scenario is. Oh, no, he goes for being Arthur. "I promise I'd defend you."

"I can defend myself, thank you," says Merlin, drawing his shoulders up, raking his kees up, and picking the torch up to shine a beam of light across the room.

"But you wouldn't need to," Arthur says loftily. "I'd be there for you."

Merlin flips the torch's switch up and down, intermittently plunging the room into darkness.

"But why would you need to be?" Merlin asks just for the sake of arguing. "Besides, I'd be just as likely protecting you."

Arthur huffs. "One," he says, counting on his fingers, "I'm fitter and stronger than you. And I don't kepp tripping over my own two feet, so I'd be sure to take out any baddie coming our way. I can't see you doing that.”

Re: Arthur/Merlin - First Kiss Gwaine's Bet, the Haunted House and The White Cat 2/2

[rotrude.livejournal.com]

Merlin can't pass that statement up. “Footie hardly makes you a black belt, dollophead.”

Arthur steams right over him. “And two, of course, I'd be looking out for you. Goes without saying."

Merlin shines his torch on Arthur's face in time to see his shining eyes and very earnest expression.

"I will always be," Arthur adds, throat working, eyes flaring pale blue in the darkness, as if he's a little bit shocked at having said that.

Merlin dimples at Arthur and Arthur looks back at him dopily.

It's sort of sweet, both the statement and the body language -- not that Merlin would tell Arthur – but it is. It makes Merlin's belly flutter and feel decidedly funny. It makes his heart go to mush with warmth and pride. Pride because Arthur really would risk his life to protect those around him, Merlin's sure. And warmth because the sentiment was directed at Merlin. In answer to such a bold proclamation, Merlin can only lean in to kiss Arthur softly, sucking on his lower lip while humming in the back of his throat.

Not one to leave all the initiative to others, Arthur grabs him by the shoulder and kneads it, making Merlin lose his grip on their torch. And then they're really plunged in darkness, except Arthur's slipping him the tongue, rolling his under Merlin's, cupping his neck, and it doesn't really matter. They could be in a real, honest to good haunted house and it wouldn't matter.

They trade spit and tongues for a while, lips rubbing together till they're swollen and ticklish and it's all fairly messy.

Then Merlin takes Arthur's upper lip between his one last time before he draws back.

"What was that for?" asks Arthur, as if he didn't give back as good as he got. “All the...” He tosses his hand about. “Snogging?”

Merlin shrugs his shoulders, though his lips swipe upwards (they tingle). "Just 'cause."

"Merlin, you don't just kiss people just 'cause," Arthur points out a little priggishly, sounding each word out carefully, eyes narrowing while his shoulders slump.

Merlin says, “You can, though,” not quite willing to cross the Ts just yet.

Arthur says, “You can't,” nudging Merlin's foot with his.

There's still going at it ten minutes later when there's another noise, like crockery smashing down. A screech of glass.

Merlin throws himself over Arthur, becoming a human shield.

Arthur rolls back onto his back, trying to get Merlin off him, saying, "Merlin, you idiot," and trying to get upright so he can face, or so Merlin thinks, whichever threat is coming their way.

But then he's saying, "Meeerlin," again louder and Merlin knows there's nothing to fear. Arthur's relaxing under him, muscles that went tense, uncoiling. Merlin understands why they're out of danger when the culprit is revealed to them.
A white cat with a black patch on its forepaw pads in with a loud meow and a swish of its tail.

"Hey.” He elbows Arthur in the stomach. “Wanted to keep you safe.” Merlin is being quite open and honest about that. "It might have been a raging serial killer."

Arthur's eyes widen and go dopey. He says, “Only you, Merlin, would think of using your scrawny self as a shield.” He says that as if he's not quite content with Merlin's display. But then he buries his fingers in Merlin's hair and pulls him down, initiating another open-mouthed tongue tangle of a kiss, and Merlin knows they're okay, however disparaging Arthur's tone might have sounded to the uninitiated in Arthur's speak.

Merlin even dares think that Arthur's proud of him.

Plus, Merlin's on top of Arthur and finds the turn of event quite pleasant. So, overall, he'd rather not discuss the apropriatness of his actions tight now, not when he can kiss Arthur deep and slow with careful drags of his tongue or lick at his palate in short quick dabs. He purrs just like the cat that's huddled in the corner and silently pronounces the evening a win. Maybe, just maybe, Gwaine's ideas aren't as stupid as they seem.

Just maybe.

[rufflefeather.livejournal.com]

I think this might be relevant to your interests...

Tada! (http://bitofaparadox.tumblr.com/post/24143372231)

[kattale.livejournal.com]

I kindof wrote a little thing about Merlin's first kiss, even though I didn't see a prompt for that (at the time I started writing). It's only my 2nd story and it's nowhere near polished yet. If I manage to finish it tonight (or ever) is it okay to post even if it wasn't prompted and isn't really porny?

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

Yep, that was the inspiration. :)

Merlin's first kiss.

[rufflefeather.livejournal.com]

There you go, now it's prompted *g*

Re: Merlin/Arthur, Watching [NC-17, masturbation]

[archaeologist-d.livejournal.com]

Oh, Arthur you wicked man. Hee!

Re: Merlin - Merlin/Arthur

[archaeologist-d.livejournal.com]

Hilarious! Still grinning.

Close To The Dragon's Fire [Neville, Alice - PG-13] - 1/2

[lordhellebore]

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

.-.-.-.-.


Everything is floating.

Faces. Sounds. Voices. Touch.

“Good morning, Alice. Sleep well?”

They all float, towards her, around her, away again, and then they are gone as if they had never existed. She can make no sense of them, can’t connect them, not with each other, not with anything she knows or remembers. She remembers nothing.

She.

She is.

That is all that she knows, and sometimes, she doesn’t even know that much.

“Time to wash. Now be a good girl and hold still for me.”

She has a body, but most of the time, she can’t feel it. Like everything, it is floating, disconnected.

Time means nothing, she has no concept of it. It washes over her like gentle waves over the shore, soothing in its monotony. She has forgotten cold and warm, thirst and hunger. Whatever happens around her, it doesn’t concern her; it’s like nothing of it existed.

“Here, just another spoonful.”

Obediently, she opens her mouth when it touches her lips, but she tastes nothing. Her thoughts are far away; she is light, flying on the wings of nothingness.

“Good night, Alice. Frank.”

It turns dark around her, but it doesn’t matter. Sleep comes soft and dreamless, and she feels no difference.

.-.-.-.-.-.

The dragon is resting most of the time. It sleeps deep down in a dark cave that is forbidden. Wandering there means deadly fire; it burns her wings and slams her back into a body and mind leaden with pain. Nothing exists, then, but the agony and her own screams, and it goes on forever.

She avoids the cave and the sleeping dragon as best as she can; it is frightful down there, with disturbing images stirring just beyond her grasp. They scare her, and it is best not to touch upon them. But every now and then, they invade her thoughts unbidden, and it is then that the dragon wakes and roars.

A pale face framed with black. A scream. A red flash. Then the fire rolls over her and burns her to cinder, over and over again.

“What is it, Alice?” Two faces look down upon her. “She seems agitated again.”

She screams until there is nothing but screaming, until she doesn’t know there was any other existence.

The faces turn away. “Poor dear. I wish she could talk or just make a sound. It’s unnatural to always be so quiet.”

.-.-.-.-.

Re: HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really)

[omi-ohmy.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)
I'm glad I tried something new today, too.

Close To The Dragon's Fire [Neville, Alice - PG-13] - 2/2

[lordhellebore]

Another face floating towards her. Light hair, light eyes. Blue her mind supplies.

It’s a small face, she thinks, and somehow, that is remarkable in a world where nothing is capable of holding her attention.

“This is your mother, Neville. Sit down, she won’t hurt you.”

The small face comes closer still, then settles beside her. Wide eyes lock with hers.

“Well?” A hand appears on the light hair. “Say hello.”

“Hello.”

She flinches at the sound of the voice without knowing why. She doesn’t understand the words, but this voice . . . A boy, something whispers. It’s a boy. Whatever a boy might be, it’s important to know this.

“Did I scare her, Granny?”

There are more sounds, but she can’t listen. All she can focus on this the boy’s face. It grounds her, unlike the other faces, doesn’t blur before her eyes.

“ . . . always liked sweets. Go on, try it.”

There is a movement, then something is dropped into her hand. For some seconds, she stares down at it, only now realising that she has a hand, before it moves without her doing.

A rustling sound, then something is in her mouth, and for the first time, she tastes. Sweet. The thought lasts as long as the taste, dissolving with it. But she still knows something good came to her, and it came from the boy, and as she looks back at him, she knows something else.

She knows that something good must come to him from her, that nothing has ever been more important. She searches inside her for something to give – Not the fire and screams, never! Never again for him! – and finds nothing. She is empty.

Her hands clench tightly – and that’s when she feels it. Again, she looks down on them.

The boy’s face doesn’t change when she holds it out for him to take, but he takes it nevertheless, eyes glued to hers.

“That’s nice of you, Alice, dear, but I think you had the sweet. You can throw it away on the way out, Neville, there’s a bin next to the door.”

The voice doesn’t matter, nothing matters but the boy, who keeps staring at her.

Finally, he nods softly. “Thank you, Mum.”

Mum. She doesn’t know what it means, but she understands immediately that it is vital. Mum. The word glows with a pleasant warmth she hadn’t known existed and burns through her, deep down to the place where the dragon sleeps. Right then, she is afraid it might wake him and almost wishes she would forget it like she does everything else.

“Come on, Neville, it’s enough for today.”

The boy gets up, but he can’t leave! Not yet. Despite the fear, she needs to know. Still, their eyes are locked, and just when it seems that he’ll leave without an answer, for a moment, everything is there in a flash.

She. A man. A baby. Her baby, looking at her from this boy’s blue eyes. They smile and are happy, and the only thing that floats is their laughter. They know who they are; there is no pain, no lurking dragon, and not the alienation from a world that is broken into unrecognisable splinters.

“Neville. We’re coming back another time. Now say goodbye.”

The voice tears her away from the knowledge, and she wants to scream. She can’t lose this! But then it is gone, a memory that is already fading, and all that is left is the boy looking at her earnestly.

“Bye, Dad. Bye, Mum.”

He hesitates for another moment before he turns and leaves.

Mum. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around herself. The dragon stirs and breathes a cloud of soaring fire, and the pain takes her breath away, but for the first time, there’s a feeling that is stronger. Something wet is trickling down her cheeks as she smiles and rocks the baby from her memory.

Soon, she has forgotten about it, it floated away like the boy and everything about his visit. The word, though, has settled too deep inside her; it will stay with her, she is sure of it. For some reason, she knows that it lives close to the dragon’s fire and she’ll get burnt whenever she touches it, but she knows as well that it’s worth the pain.

She won’t ever again forget her name.

Re: Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man

[potteresque_ire]

A quick one for you <3

==========
"Come on, Scorp. Don't be such a prude. Nobody's here."

"Mermen visit Hogwarts sometimes."

"I'm sure they've seen students skinny dipping. And before you bring up the squid, I'll add that he's been in the Lake for ages. He's probably wanked to hundreds of bikini witches."

Al grimaces, so does Scorpius.

"She, Al. Squiddy is a she."

"Nerd. Come on, Scorp. I'm going to drown to death in my own sweat. The weather charms in the castle has chosen the worst day in the history of mankind to break down."

"And they say Malfoys are dramatic."

"Someone has to provide drama given the latest Malfoy heir is more stoic than a tree."

"There you go. Trees don't swim."

"Scorp, Just because you're a tree doesn't mean you don't deserve summer fighting, ice cool, absolutely refreshing, water. Potters believe in equal rights for everyone and everything, which includes prudish trees."

He feigns a close inspection of his best friend and frowns.

"Actually, forget prudish. Your robe is so soaked already that I can see right through it."

"No, you can't."

"You're wearing the serpent necklace your dad gave you."

"Like everyday."

"Yeah, but today you're keeping the chain long."

Scorpius swallows and turns to Al the first time since Al brings up the crazy idea. "So?"

"The pendant ends right between your…" Al squints at Scorpiu's chest and draws a pair of circles with his fingers. Nipples, he means. "That is just—" Al tuts, and makes a fine Rita Skeeter impression of supreme judgement "—scandalous. Very scandalous."

Scorpius barely refrains himself from looking down. "Everyone has those." He mirrors Al's gesture, traces two circles on Al's chest… and realizes, he can really see Al's nipples through that thread-bare muggle T-shirt. The nipples are pert, and the olive tan skin between them has to be flawlessly smooth, given how it traces the light curve of Al's lean muscles perfectly.

Scorpus also realizes then that he knows the curves of Al's lean muscles.

Re: Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man

[potteresque_ire]

"Point." Al nods. "But…" he sweeps his eyes up and down Scorpius. "Bet no other wizard is wearing pink pants."

Scorpius snickers, releases a breath he doesn't know he was holding.

"Nope."

"Oh?" Al quirks an eyebrow. Sometimes, he's more Malfoy than a Malfoy, if that makes any sense. "Well, whatever you're wearing is certainly not black or blue or white or any other boy color."

"Muggle studies has gone too far if they teach that stuff."

"So I'm gonna bet on my magical culture studies and—" Al squints his eyes again at Scorpius lower half "—and proclaim you, Mr Scorpius Abaxius Malfoy, to be honoring the ancient wizarding tradition of not wearing any pants."

Scorpius swallows. Certainly he isn't and won't be blushing. "Too late. You bet I wore pink, you lost. Next topic, please."

Al ignores him, of course and as usual. Instead, he's staring even more intently at Scorpius' abdomen and mumbling to himself. "I see. That's what that … loooonnnngggg shadow is—"

"All right. I'm going back to the oven known as the castle."

—"between your legs." Al has the audacity to add. Only when he's with Scorpius is he this way—positively, infuriatingly insane, and lately, this ailment of his has got much, much worse. The problem is, Scorpius has no one to tell because who will believe that the quiet, shy Albus Potter is successfully, if clumsily, sexually harassing a Malfoy?

And worse, Scorpius can't convince himself, never mind anyone else, that he's really going to leave Al alone. All he's doing is standing there, awkwardly, his feet planted firmly on the grass and twisted inwards in response to Al's gaze.

"Mine is a bit smaller than yours, you know," Al says quietly. There's not a featherweight of seriousness in his words, a hint of shyness, as well as a strange but absolute sincerity, has crept into his voice. "I guess, now that I have seen your—" he draws in the air again, this time, a very exaggerated, much elongated circle between Scorpius' thighs, "it's very wrong for me to not show you mine."

No, thanks would be the perfect answer, if Scorpius isn't sixteen, if an allegedly-Smaller-than-His prick has not been reported in his vicinity and if Scorpius…doesn't have such a soft spot, much too soft to be normal, for Al. "I…"

"Come on," Al says once more and takes Scorpius' hand, as he has done so many times when they have to go somewhere and Scorpius is too hesitant to, too much of a prude or a nerd or a stoic or a tree. "You won't be disappointed."

"You said it's small."

Al laughs.

Re: Merlin - Arthur/Merlin - roleplay

[alby-mangroves.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD. *stalks thread*

Re: Avengers -- Steve/Tony

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

As soon as my brain is no longer fried I will have something for this one.

Re: Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

WHAT NO DONT STOP!!!! Write for me foreverrrrrr! This is so cute. ;-; Just what I wanted, actually. There's so much curiosity and innocence between them, and oh, I have a feeling it's going to end badly for poor Scorpius falling for rakish Al. Nnng. I know these things are supposed to be drabbles, but no. No, I will not stand for less than...5 times this much. >.>

*glomps*