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Mar. 30th, 2011 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themostepotenteUGH LJ. And on my birthday, too.
Today, I am one step closer to the Age-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named :P
I think this calls for an open bar and a fucktonne of c and ic, y/y?
I'm feeling a tad needy today being an old lady and all, so love in all forms is well, LOVE. Picspams of pretty boys, comment porn, etc. Applications for minions always accepted.
Happy Wednesday all <3<3 <3
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Today, I am one step closer to the Age-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named :P
I think this calls for an open bar and a fucktonne of c and ic, y/y?
I'm feeling a tad needy today being an old lady and all, so love in all forms is well, LOVE. Picspams of pretty boys, comment porn, etc. Applications for minions always accepted.
Happy Wednesday all <3<3 <3
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Date: 2011-03-30 01:26 pm (UTC)happy birthday!!!! \0/
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Date: 2011-03-30 04:50 pm (UTC)What ya doin? I need a beer?
Got an hour tonight? After 8?
Happy Birthday!
Date: 2011-03-30 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-30 05:08 pm (UTC)Edited to add a gif because everyone else has one. :P
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Date: 2011-03-30 05:21 pm (UTC)"Tomorrow, Your Past" B'day ficlet!
Date: 2011-03-30 05:37 pm (UTC)Tomorrow, Your Past
Merlin Emrys/Harry Potter (I've never written Merlin before! And no porn, sorry)
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"Harry," Merlin says, looking at him with those eyes of his. "How have you been fitting in?"
Harry glances out of the window, still clutching the potions ingredients he had been sent out to collect in one hand. An England that had disappeared centuries before his birth unfurls in his sight, hewn stone and rolling hills, quiet trees and loud people. A spell gone wild has brought him here, yanking him far away from his own time and placing him in the presence of a mighty legend.
...a legend who is really an awkward young man, with magic so powerful that Harry imagines he can taste it as it runs against his skin. Merlin is staring at him, and Harry wonders if the other man can feel his own magic too.
"Er, well enough. Arthur seems suspicious, still. Keeps asking me which side of your family I'm from."
"Hope you've told him that you're from my da's side," Merlin says, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He's standing very close, and Harry feels his cheeks warm. "Same colour hair, yeah?"
"Yeah," Harry agrees and glances out again."Have you and Gaius found a way back for me, yet? Another spell?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Merlin shake his head quickly. "Not yet, Harry. We're working on it, I promise."
"You just want to keep me here. After few months, you're beginning to fancy me, I know." It's a joke, and a rather feeble one; but when Harry looks at Merlin again, there's no answering grin, that wide smile Harry has gotten used to over the past few weeks.
Harry starts to say something about how he's just mucking about, and he's grateful that they're working so hard on his behalf, really, but Merlin lean forwards and kisses him.
Oh Merlin....oh, um, oh fuck, Harry thinks, opening his mouth to let Merlin's tongue slide inside. The greatest wizard ever known is currently snogging him; backing Harry into the secluded alcove, placing his hands on Harry's hips and rubbing against him with slow, experimental presses. Harry drops the ferns and flowers, and puts his hands around Merlin's neck, kissing him back. His life is officially insane, but that doesn't mean he won't enjoy the ride.
Merlin breaks away to kiss Harry's neck, murmuring his name. "Is this...are you alright with this?" he asks and licks at Harry's sweaty skin.
"Bit late to ask me that, but I'm more than alright with this," Harry pants out, and presses forward to feel Merlin's erection against his hip. "Have you done this before?"
Merlin draws back a little and looks down at him with eyes that are hooded. Their magic snaps between them, hot and sharp. "Yes," he says. "They...didn't want any more of me. After that one time, I mean."
Harry strokes the lobes of his ears, apologetically. "They're idiots, then."
"I'm glad you think so," Merlin says and then that grin is on his face again, wide and happy. An obnoxious clatter emanates from the staircase nearest to them and Merlin steps away, making a face as he adjusts himself. Harry risks a quick look down at his crotch, hoping that the long tunic hides his hardness; good, it does.
Arthur emerges from the arched doorway, talking rapidly as he strides.
"Merlin, you forgot to--" he stops, and tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He glances down at the scattered ingredients for a moment, then back at them again. Harry hopes his lips aren't too red and puffy. "What are you two up to?"
"Just a family discussion," Merlin says and nods at Harry meaningfully. "We will speak more on this later, cousin."
Arthur appears even more suspicious, but all he says is, "You'd better have my armour polished properly before then."
"Why does your bloody armour need that much polishing, anyway?" Merlin gripes as they walk off together, but the look he throws back over his shoulder is full of promises.
Harry smiles back at him.
fin
edited for a small correction! YAY BDAY!
fic: Sorry, hard R, chan (Harry is 15)
Date: 2011-03-30 05:42 pm (UTC)Harry is fifteen when it happens. One minute Harry is slumped and powerless, Snape probing into his mind with deft precision and seeing his kisses and losses and fears, and the next he is standing over Snape and seeing things he wishes he could take back. Snape's mouth is an angry line for so long, Harry's useless apologies choked somewhere in his throat. There is no going back from this moment. It is the moment that changes everything. Harry doesn't like to think Snape has more than one side to him; it complicates him, and Harry can't deal with any more complications right now. He is only fifteen, but his life is one big, disappointing complication after another, and this one is so glaring in its sad reality that he knows he will never tell Ron and Hermione, that he can't say aloud what he has seen, that it makes him like Snape but worse for knowing.
Snape is not a man of hesitation, but now, he hesitates. Harry wants to be hit. To be punched in the gut or hexed stupid if that's what will make them even. Snape has seen all his private memories and thoughts too, but they weren't like this. Harry is ashamed just looking at Snape, for the sins of his father and the wordlessness that rots his insides.
And then suddenly, Snape drives forward, so fast that Harry cannot move for his breathlessness. Snape's mouth is on him, hands pinning his shoulders to the wall, fingers inside him before he is ready, and he shouts and thrashes and comes in embarrassing minutes with a climax that renders him raw and empty. When Snape laughs at him, Harry bolts, hiking his trousers up and stumbling to the exit, images of horrible things in his head: of his father spelling Snape's weathered pants away, of his mother shoving Snape's mouth off hers in ways Harry could not, of Remus just standing there watching and doing nothing, of Snape huddled in the corner of that darkened room with shadows of his father with fists at the ready cracked through the door.
Two years later, when Snape lays dead before him in the cluttered Shrieking Shack, something inside Harry dies with him and is lost to the winds that rip the words I'm sorry from his tongue.
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Date: 2011-03-30 06:32 pm (UTC)HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2011-03-30 07:28 pm (UTC)Have SHINee Taemin with puppies
and with armpits :)
I've been trying to post this comment for hours! Damn lj!
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Date: 2011-03-30 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-30 07:44 pm (UTC)Happy birthday, sweet! (http://chantefable.livejournal.com/56920.html)
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Date: 2011-03-30 08:13 pm (UTC)After 41 you stop hating the 4 and start seeing its awesome sides, I swear. ;)
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Date: 2011-03-30 08:14 pm (UTC)Who is this hunk?