Written for Sagaluthien’s request: Dante
Fanfic: Darkhunter, Sherrilyn Kenyon
Rating: R

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This is for Chaotic Binky.
300 words

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“Payments”

He watched him ride off. Gods, he was angry. He clenched his fists on the thick stone not noticing the skin scraped raw. There was no excuse for the cruelty of keeping him pent indoors.

Would he run? Unlikely. He might comfort himself making plans, he’d use these afternoons searching out the ( Read more... )

300 words.
Lethe asked for Fëanor and Maglor to meet long after Fëanor died.

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“Walking Home”

He walked patiently up a hill to a hamlet in a fold of aspen. He had sung there before for the price of a meal. They stank, these tarmac paths that ate the country. Mandos’ doom had for him meant life…

He sat on the green and played while people ( Read more... )

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“Golden Futures”

Gazing at trees, Elrohir displayed his Maian taint. His father’s fey awareness turned on Orophin.

“If I leave him, he will find love elsewhere… a golden-haired unknown. I will not give him up.”

“I have my orders. Come.” He wondered if time under flower and bough would soften this grief and permit another love…

“No.”

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I've been got: The request was...

Ha! I got you! It is your fault that my head is filled with images about Bad Celeborn. I think that it is only fair that you write extremely romantic, sickeningly fluffy Elrond/Erestor-drabble for me. *g*

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Written for

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Umm, You are going to write drabbles?  How 'bout trying Thranduil/Haldir and the keyword: Masterful - a fight for dominance.

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“Commoner!”

“Bastard!”

Tripped, Haldir fell.

“Take that back.” Ominously quiet, green eyes shining from gold-shadowed face in cool tree-dimness.

Defiance through gritted teeth, body heavy on his thighs, harsh hand ( Read more... )

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Elrond was packing. “Hands off!”

Another pair of boots. Belts. “Give that back!”

“Oouff.” He sat on the bed, covered in blonde hair and lips, lulled… “Let me go!”

Wrists leather-bound. “Thranduil. The ship!”

“Yes?” Hands in his leggings.

“I’ve already packed that!” Laughing. Struggling.

Bared to green consideration, thighs trapped ( Read more... )

Should be safe to sneak this in now... it will be lost among all the stories and everyone's already got people doing them for them:
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