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Junjo Romantica
junjou romantica ❚ junjou romantica; asahina/isaka ❚ junjou romantica; usagi/misaki
HARD TO READ
→ NC-17 → Asahina/Isaka → Oneshot. → None. → Isaka is just the tiniest bit clingy when drunk.
Asahina stared at the ceiling, adjusting to the darkness. He closed his eyes and swallowed as he heard as much as vividly felt his zipper being drawn open. "...Ryuchiro-sama, what are you doing?"
"Blowing you." Isaka sounded remarkably clearheaded, considering he had swung back several Sake Bombs at the publishing party and that he'd half slept the entire car ride home. His fingers hooked through Asahina's slacks, tugging them down a few inches.
MOMENTS
→ PG-13 → Usagi/Misaki → Drabbles. → None. → 50 moments between Usagi and Misaki.
Misaki had fallen asleep hours ago, but Usagi-san remained restless, gently splaying his fingers over Misaki’s chest as if that could make him feel closer to the soul housed in the slender body.
WARMTH
→ G → Usagi/Misaki → Drabble. → None. → Spending lazy moments.
They’re too exhausted to have hobbies. Almost too exhausted to have sex, except that’s one thing Usagi-san always somehow has energy for, even if he’s just crawled out of his room in a black haze in search of sustenance after nearly working himself to death because Aikawa seriously threatened to kill him (or even worse, take Misaki away) if he didn’t meet the next deadline.
Love Mode
love mode ❚ love mode: haroumi/kiichi ❚ love mode: jin/katsuki ❚ love mode: jin/katsuki/seiichi ❚ love mode: reiji/izumi ❚ love mode: seiichi/katsuki ❚ love mode: seiichi/tomoki ❚ love mode: takamiya/izumi
PANACEA
→ NC-17 → Seiichi/Tomoki, Seiichi/Katsuki, Jin/Katsuki → Oneshot. → None. → Jin washes away the foul taste of a guest with Katsuki.
"I'm ruining your suit." He whispered, clinging to practicality, passion ebbing. Jin was the type to blame it on him afterward if the material was damaged. Even though Jin had been the one to pounce on him the moment he'd stepped out of the bathroom.
Jin took his chin in hand, forcing the young man to stop avoiding his gaze. "Doesn't matter." He murmured, thumbing Katsuki's tender lips, pressing down, parting them.
GIFT
→ NC-17 → Jin/Katsuki→ Ficlet.→ None. → Katsuki convinces Jin to give him a gift.
Ah. There went the tick. Katsuki ran a caress down Jin's inner thigh. The muscles tensed, flexed -- and then relaxed.
"This is what you wanted?" Jin mocked, voice velvety. Pride was keeping him from ripping off the black silk wrapped over his eyes; pride, a promise and love.
RAINFALL, BINDING CHOICES, AFFECTION, STEAL WORRIES
→ R → Jin/Katsuki, Seiichi/Katsuki, Seiichi/Tomoki, Jin/Katsuki/Seiichi → Drabbles.→ A series of connected drabbles. → It's difficult to not want someone. It's easy to lose them.
His voice was quiet and all the more effective for it. “You drank, you ranted, you passed out, you got your hangover. Are you over it now?”
Katsuki pressed his lips tightly together until they were an unhappy slash. “No. Yes. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I crashed in your room. And ranted. And passed out. Jinnai is just…” He hesitated. Then he finished. “I’m sorry.”
GAMES FOR THREE
→ NC-17 → Jin/Katsuki/Seiichi → Ficlet→ Sequel to the above drabbles → The dynamics of this particular threesome are complex, to say the least.
Katsuki arches under the searing heat that brands his skin from the inside out -- or outside in, there’s no difference, not between these two men -- and moans, the raw sound a voluble flow of the deliria that skilled hands and expert mouths can coax him to.
THOROUGH LESSONS
→ R → Seiichi/Tomoki → Ficlet. → None. → Seiichi doesn't understand Tomoki at all, but he's starting to fall in love.
Seiichi collected the dishes and took the tray with him when he got off the bed. He set the tray out of the way and then put his hand on Tomoki’s thin shoulder, leading him to the bathroom. Their nudity didn’t seem to startle Tomoki anymore -- the contradictions that he wasn’t allowed to focus on continued to pile.
TASTE
→ R → Seiichi/Tomoki → Ficlet. → None. → Seiichi can't resist the taste of Tomoki's skin.
All while Tomoki is asleep, laying on his stomach, dozing under the warmth of the morning sun like a sleek kitten, basking in the light. The host moves around the room quietly, setting up the fold-out table next to the bed and noticing that the contents of the bottles are marked as edible. He didn't ask for that. Didn't even think about it.
His mouth curls into a smile. He's not going to complain about it.
HEAVEN ON EARTH
→ PG → Takamiya/Izumi → Ficlet. → Set after the manga. → Set in the future. Takamiya can't sleep well if Izumi's not by his side.
Takamiya calculated the problem of Izumi having taken over his side of the bed and began by gently disentangling the sheets, hearing Izumi murmur sleepily when his knuckles brushed against the underside of a defenseless foot.
CADBURY TEMPTATION
→ PG → Takamiya/Izumi → Ficlet. → None. → Takamiya has a craving for Cadbury -- and for Izumi.
“Hm, I wonder…?” Takamiya reached and Izumi surrendered the box, only knowing that it had been sent from the UK. He absently licked his lips and made to sidestep the taller man, guessing the package was work related.
“Wait, Izumi.” Tape and plastic tore, and Izumi glanced over his shoulder curiously.
THE LIGHTS ARE OUT
→ PG → Seiichi/Tomoki, Seiichi/Katsuki, Jin/Katsuki → Multi-chapter. → Discontinued.→ Tomoki managed to live -- and everything unraveled.
Katsuki’s expression remained friendly, nonjudgmental. Whether Tomoki was going to be a ‘professional page’ like Katsuki, or if it was merely a stepping stone to becoming a host, it was all the same to him. “Who’s your trainer, by the way?”
This time Tomoki was prepared to answer. “Kuniaki Jinnai.”
Katsuki’s expression curdled. “You poor bastard.”
ALMOST
→ G → Takamiya/Izumi → Ficlet. → None. → The day Takamiya and Izumi almost didn't meet.
“Takamiya-san.” An answering smile spread across the host’s face. If he had noticed Takamiya’s lapse in attention, he hadn’t taken offense. He bowed and offered the rose. Somehow Takamiya felt the bite of discontent, of disappointment. Izumi was gorgeous, and so far everything that Takamiya had imagined him to be.
Why then, instead of being excited, he felt vague regret?
FLATTERED, REALLY
→ G → Kashima→ Drabble. → None. → Kashima gets propositioned by a BB client.
The man thankfully doesn’t press him. He hasn’t been overbearing about it all. He gives Shuuhei a faint smile. “I’ll do that then.” He takes Shuuhei’s hand and brushes a brief, respectful kiss over the back that would make Shuuhei’s heart beat faster if he weren’t straight. He smiles, a little awkwardly, and excuses himself.
It’s the first time, but far from the last.
Pandora Hearts
pandora hearts ❚ pandora hearts: gil/oz ❚ pandora hearts: jack/oz
THE MORE THINGS CHANGE
→ NC-17 → Gil/Oz → Oneshot. → None. → Raven fantasizes about Oz.
Raven abruptly and cravenly retreated.
He fled into the bathroom and then locked the door, resisting the urge to slam his head into something. Try to get all those wicked, delicious thoughts out of his head.
But he'd done that before. Countless times.
And it had never worked.
PERCHANCE TO DREAM
→ PG-13 → Gil/Oz → Oneshot → None → Gil is a silly, silly drunk.
Oz went still. Raven felt the other exhale against this neck and then ask, quite amused; “Are you drunk?”
“No.” Raven rejected, and then paused. “I mean, I might have been drunk a couple hours ago. I-I don’t think I am anymore.”
“Then why are you grabbing my ass?”
HARD CANDY
→ PG → Gil/Oz → Ficlet. → None. → Oz teases Raven with a lollipop.
"And then?" The green-eyed boy prompted, lifting the treat to rest on his lips, rolling it against his lower lip. Raven was uncomfortably reminded that Oz had always liked to suck on the ends of his pencils when studying.
"A-and then we'll have to walk, there's no road to the point we need to get to..."
ADULT GAME
→ PG → Gil/Oz → Drabble. → Slight AU. → Gilbert turns 15; Oz is there to wish him a happy birthday.
Oz laughs at him, cradling the chocolate muffin with both hands. "Most people want to make a wish and blow out the candle, you know." The flame flickers, wax dripping down the length of the body.
"R-right." Gilbert stutters and leans forward, blowing out the flame.
He doesn't wish for anything. All he could ever dare to want is reflected in Oz's gaze.
FUNHOUSE
→ PG → Jack/Oz → Drabble. → Incest? → Oz and Jack have a conversation in a dream.
Amazingly there's no shock when he finds Jack leaning down to kiss him, a merest brush of a butterfly's wing against his lips. He doesn't resist even though it's his first kiss.
Jack presses their foreheads together. "I should apologize." He speaks, the words brushing against the lips he has robbed.
"You really should." Oz agrees, and discovers that at some point he's begun gripping Jack's jacket with both hands like he doesn't want to let go.
TOO BRIEF A SPARK
→ PG → Gil/Oz → Drabbles. → Series spoilers. → Two dozen short moments.
Raven imagines the Abyss is a wasteland of every nightmarish thing that has ever haunted him in the depths of the night -- and so he stains his hands further because anything is worth it to get Oz out of that hell.
NEEDED
→ G → Gil/Oz → Ficlet → None → Oz goes temporarily blind after a fight and Raven takes care of him.
Raven didn’t like this part. Not one bit. He reached out and touched Oz’s hand, which lay limp on the bed. “You hate reading anyway.”
That managed to get a little laugh out of Oz. His fingers flexed at the feel of leather but didn‘t push Raven away. “Yeah, I do. And that idiot Elliot ruined the ending of the only series I liked.”
“I’ll beat him up for you.”
Miscellaneous
SHALL WE DANCE
→ G → Dimitri/Anya (Anastasia) → Ficlet → None → Anya and Dimitri dance again while on the boat.
The eyebrow wiggling stopped. "Point taken. Then shall we dance? May I lead this time?"
"I let you lead last time. When is it my turn?"
Dimitri's expression twisted in a way that suggested he was having to hold in his laughter and it was near painful. "Never, if God is willing."
FAIRYTALE
→ G → Jareth/Sarah (Labyrinth) → Ficlet → Spoilers → Neither is relationship material, but at least Sarah is willing to give it a try now.
“…are you not tired of the stars?”
Only Jareth would ask that. She shakes her head, sitting cross-legged on the bed that is something spun out of a fairytale where the princess sleeps and waits for true love’s kiss. She doesn’t wear the beautiful dresses in the armoire, the sort of wondrous, frilled things she dreamt of as a child. Instead she still wears the same blue jeans and the same t-shirt she wore the day she ended up back in the Labyrinth. And he doesn’t like it.
PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS
percy jackson ❚ percy jackson: apollo/percy ❚ percy jackson: ares/percy ❚ percy jackson: triton/percy
IFS ARE FOR PEOPLE WITH REGRETS
→ PG → Ares/Percy → Oneshot. → Slight TLO spoilers. → The god of war doesn't accept a 'no' when he wants you on his bike.
“What?” Percy looked over his shoulder and stifled a curse. Then the growing urge to punch someone, fingers curling into a fist by his side. “Oh. Yeah. Uhm.” He stalled for an answer while Ares smirked at him from below and lifted a hand, beckoning him forward like a general commanding a lesser soldier.
Percy shoved the history book they’d been looking at into his bag. “Yeah. He’s my Uncle.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie.
PDA
→ PG → Apollo/Percy → Ficlet. → Slight TLO spoilers. → Percy would like the Muses a lot better if they weren’t watching him like some rare animal.
Percy shrugged and ate another grape. He sank deeper into the cushions and made a renewed effort to ignore the Muses. There were a hell of a lot of worse places to spend one’s spring break than in Olympus, surrounded by the personifications of divine inspiration. Such as the Underworld. Or New Jersey.
YOU TURN
→ PG → Apollo/Pecy, Ares/Percy → Drabble. → Slight TLO spoilers. → Apollo could use some tips in how not to woo someone.
Percy stared at it. Then he checked to make sure the door had remained locked. It had. He patted his pocket for the scrap of paper again and found it had disintegrated into fine powder. When he showed it to Annabeth (not telling her about the poems even though she gave him a strange look) she couldn't help him figure out who could have sent it.
He had a fair idea, though.
AND IN DREAMS WE'RE SO DAMN BRAVE
→ PG → Ares/Percy → Drabble. → Slight TLO spoilers. → Percy dreams often enough about real things to know better. Except he doesn’t.
“The hell, little cousin.” Ares if anything seems at a loss for words, examining him with a distant, irritated slant to his strong features. “You do that with everyone who wanders in?”
Percy candidly admits between thin breaths; “Can’t say I do.”
IN WHICH PERCY RUNS HIS MOUTH OFF
→ PG → Triton/Percy → Ficlet. → TLO spoilers. → Hanging out with a half-brother you don’t know; awkward.
Percy exhales in a rush of bubbles. “Sooo…”
His half-brother deigns him at least worthy of a turn of head, expression bland. The green skin makes it difficult to see the family resemblance but at least they share the same black hair, and maybe there’s something about the shape of their mouths that suggests kinship.
Original
BLOOD HOUSE
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→ NC-17 → Santos/Evan, Honore/Laurel → Multi-chapter. → Contemporary paranormal romance → There's an oil spill threatening to turn the Gulf of Mexico into the Dead Sea, the President is Obama, Simon Cowell finally left American Idol -- and vampires are an accepted part of society.
Evan Banks wants to spend only one night with a vampire, to satisfy a curiosity even he can't explain. One night with the vampire known as Santos however turns out to be far more complicated than Evan ever thought it'd be. Because if there's only one sure truth when it comes to vampires, it's that they all have secrets.
Wait. Maybe Santos wouldn’t take well to that. Evan took in the vampire’s delighted expression and snorted. “Oh, liked that, did you?”
“Very much so.” Hands gripped Evan’s hips, drawing their bodies together. Santos curled down, staring into his eyes. “You can have me for as long as you want me. I’m just surprised that you do, after all this.”
TAKE IN THE SHOW
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→ NC-17 → Terry/Kay → Multi-chapter. → Contemporary romance/humor/suspense → Officer Terry Wells has seen it a dozen times. A cheater gets caught in flagrante delicto and clothing is defenestrated. Yet this case is different. Mr. TV's Sexiest Bachelor is the one being cheated on, and Kaylen Dellington has a deliciously wicked sense of humor when it comes to delivering justice to his ex. Unfortunately for Terry, it doesn't seem to involve a rebound lay.
Kay simply smiled and opened the box. The scent of freshly baked bread and Italian spices filled the air. Terry’s stomach growled and he actually salivated. Pepperoni, black olives, onions and mushroom. He’d have asked for double cheese but this was pretty much fucking close to perfect. He came closer and got a good whiff of Kay’s sweet, clean smell and felt his gut clench.
“Water?” Kay asked, meeting his gaze with dark hazel eyes. There were deep circles under his eyes, implying he was more exhausted than his casual demeanor revealed. “I’d offer beer, but I take it you’re still on the job.”
Terry smothered a wince. Yeah. On the job. As gorgeous as Kay Dellington was, he wasn’t worth being unprofessional over.
Gankutsuou
gankutsuou ❚ gankutsuou; count/albert ❚ gankutsuou; franz/albert ❚ gankutsuou; lucien/beauchamps
IN FRAGMENTS OF A LOST DREAM
→ PG → Implied Beauchamps/Debray, Count/Albert, Eugenie/Albert → Ficlet → spoilers → Warnings gone unheeded, actions with unexpected results, kindness without mercy.
There is nothing to be done, they are Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in this story, and neither relishes the ending of their roles.
Lucien sighs and grips Beauchamps' neck, firm, true, feeling the quiet heartbeat of the other under his fingers. "We'll wait, and we'll see." And when the story is done and the bodies lay on the floor, someone will be left to pull the curtain shut.
HUNGER
→ G → Implied Count/Albert, Lucien/Beauchamp, Franz/Albert. → Ficlet → No spoilers → Even a mild discussion amongst friends unnerves Franz when the Count is involved.
Albert has that rich, intoxicated expression he's been carrying with increasing frequency since their visit to the moon. He leans closer to the Count, body a lean, soft thing that instinctively and unconsciously expresses a desire that Albert would not know how to convey with words.
"What do you think, Count?"
The Count smiles, sending a skittering icy frisson down Franz's back.
BUT ONE REQUEST
→ G → Franz/Albert → Oneshot → No spoilers → Franz and Albert have enjoyed countless treats over the years. Ice cream, however, may be Franz’s favorite.
A petulant crease formed on Albert’s smooth brow. He lifted an eyebrow, both indignant and defiant. “Let me be the judge of that. Tell me.”
“Alright.” Something strange and deliciously intoxicating had taken firm hold of Franz, hooked strings onto his bones and was now guiding him into a strange new play. The glass of vanilla ice cream was set down on the wooden table and he leaned in, meeting Albert halfway.