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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 13: More surprise fanfic! This is also the bonus day, and the last day ;_; SADS. Anywhere here. Have some Covenant fic.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Reid Garwin it was that he was a reckless skirt-chaser. He took chances none of the other sons of Ipswich would -- not even Pogue -- and flirted with every attractive girl who passed by. He went through relationships like he went through tissues and considering he was a young man with a healthy sex drive, he went through a lot of both.

Your Breath Fills My Lungs )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 12: More surprise fanfic! Blaise/Draco is probably my #2 Harry Potter OTP and so they're the other one I've written more than a few fics on. So here's another, set in one of our RP-verses.

Blaise was a very private person and always had been. If fact, one of the things that drove Draco mad about him was how much he didn't know about him; the tall, dark, often cruel Zabini kept very much tightly under wraps. Over the years Draco had learned a few things about Blaise: his taste for wine, his disdain for anything he deemed beneath him, his quick mind, and his incredible patience.

I believe in a cruel God )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 11: Here there be bondage. Fades before it gets to an R rating so I'm not locking it.

The gift itself was a large, flat, very misleading box, wrapped carefully in shiny silver paper with a velvety red bow. It was so very misleading because of the contents within. Ezra watched as Avery pulled the four black cuffs attached to short sturdy metal rods out of the packaging and looked quizzically up at him. His rosebud mouth pursed as he turned them over in his hands, clearly only halfway to figuring out what they were. Ezra had cuffed him to his bed on more than one occasion already, so that these things were made to fit around Avery's wrists and ankles was pretty obvious.

Bound and determined )
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If you're just tuning in, as part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 10: Finally caught up. Sorry for the f-list spam. I just have not been posting these daily as I should have. I only have two left after this and they'll be posted tomorrow and Monday.

JD had stopped celebrating Christmas years ago. When the holiday season meant either wheeling and dealing with administration at Salem Academy to stay there during the holidays rather than go back to the boys' home in Jersey, after a while, the holiday started losing meaning. When you had no family, no loved ones, what was the point of it? Certainly not the religious aspect -- he'd given up on that even longer ago. So now though he'd been an adult out of the system and out of Salem for a few years, Christmas was just another highly irritating day to him.

All I want )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 9: Yay, more kpop inspired band-slash!

Sometimes it was a little too easy to get caught up in the stage lights, the persona and the performance. Sometimes it was a little hard to figure out where the performer ended and the maybe not so ordinary young man began. Sometimes, it was hard to turn off the daring, inappropriate fanservice that sent girls in the crowd into screaming fits.

It's not an act offstage )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 8: This is pretty schmoopy. Again, these folks have superpowers, but don't use them within this drabble.

New Year's Eve in New York City wasn't about fancy restaurants, champagne on rooftops, or cramming into Times Square to freeze among a million other people to watch the glitzy ball drop. At least, it wasn't like that for Chien. To him it was rum and cokes until midnight, affordable champagne at midnight, and dancing with Mo until they collapsed, but only after that sweet kiss that made him tingle even more than the bubbles did.

New Year's in New York City )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 7: So hey sometimes I write fandom! HP fandom, Dean/Seamus aka my OTP to end OTPs

The press of the crowd was something Dean was not nearly as fond of as his many former Gryffindor friends. Out of them all, he was probably the most introverted; he valued his quiet time, his alone time. He didn't mind sharing it with Seamus, because despite how much energy Seamus exuded, he also knew when Dean needed to be alone to create or just to recharge.

And days of Auld Lang Syne )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 6: So this is kpop (faux) bandslash. We created a band (and a label for the band, as well as a few other talents under said label) annnnd stuff happened.

It wasn't often that Lunatox members got any time off. They were still a rookie group after all and that meant every minute of their day was scheduled for something, whether it be practice, performance, variety show or sleep. So when their manager told them, only two days after Christmas, that the were given the day off to spend at a shopping mall, and were give an allowance, KC could only stare in pleased surprise.

O Christmas Tree )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 5: More May-December!

It wasn't often Dixon had the time to swing by Li's job. He was usually working himself, but sometimes things slowed down a bit around the holidays. People were more concerned about buying gifts and seeing loved ones than getting new ink. And he knew damn well most of his staff wanted to spend time with their own families too so he closed up shop early this time of year. It meant he could pull up outside the boutique Li worked at, the engine on his bike rumbling before he turned it off.

All Tied Up )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 4: Corvus bound by a sorcerer who can command him into raven form. Because of this bond, Corvus doesn't remember much of his past, Then he meet Mars. Now he's strugglng to break free and at the same time, protect Mars from this same sorcerer.

Christmas was one of the things Corvus struggled to remember. It came to him in scents: pine, peppermint, apple-cinnamon, burning logs, sugar cookies, and roasted chestnuts. It was flashes of memory: torn paper, laughter, screams of delight, falling snow -- though sometimes he remembered rain and warmer skies instead -- and faces he could never quite focus on. Christmas was feelings he clung to: warmth, love, cheer -- things he hadn't had in too many years to count.

Christmas memories )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 3: Some May/December going on here. I've previously written them as fauxcest but this is a rebooted version where they do not become a step-family.

The weather turned bad in a matter of hours. One minute it was heavy but pleasant rain beating on the windows of the cabin and the next it had turn to icy snow. It weighed on the roof and the power lines; it was too much for the latter. The power went out and while Max froze -- figuratively -- Jack swore impressively, grabbed a powerful lantern and switched it on.

Tips for surviving an unexpected ice storm )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day Two: The cutest gang-bangers in the world. (It's tagged superpowers because these characters have them, despite not using during this drabble)


Years of not having someone he cared for, of never being in an actual relationship, of never even considering love a possibility meant Aksel still wasn't used to giving gifts. He still had difficulty expressing the intense positive emotions he felt about Han and he found it even harder to put those feelings into words.
Not unlike a fairy tale )
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I'm going to be flooding your f-lists. Sorry not sorry.

As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. This is the one I wrote for Christmas Day. These two are step-siblings who met (and were interested in each other) before their parents did and then later found out there were going to become a family. Awkward.

Manny had to admit that Christmas in Connecticut was actually pretty nice. The forecasted snow showers had begun a few hours earlier than expected, dusting the lawn and streets in soft white powder. Even if it turned out to be nothing more than flurries, it still meant he was getting a white Christmas, and he'd take it.

Mistletoe )
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And here it is, the last one! Go me, I'm so glad I managed to finish them even when I was so far behind!

No one sees the tender moments between them. No one sees when, with nimble fingers, Tahir braids Sadiq's hair, the long length of red down the left side of his face clearly marking his royalty. No one sees how those fingers thread through the rest of his hair before and after, as Sadiq's lids slip to half-mast.

No one sees when Sadiq returns the favor, gently tugging at Tahir's hair as he weaves his fingers through it before he duplicates the same braid he wears in his own. They don't see the princes reclining in the fading light, after the sun's gone down and the fiery explosion of colors and light of sunset have given way to the bruise-purple hue of night in the desert. They don't see Tahir's fingers play on Sadiq's skin or Sadiq's quick fierce smile full of sharp teeth when those fingers stray.

Most of all, no one sees how the princes of Maradesh, the Sadist and the Terror, exchange lingering looks, ones full of secrets, hidden messages, and all the love no one expects either to be capable of.

No one sees the tender moments between them, and they prefer it that way.


You have no idea how happy I am to finish with these two. They have always been among my absolute favorites and sometimes I miss them so much it hurts. I really need to figure out what I'm doing with them and start up their campaign again.
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Annnnnd this wasn't what I intended to write when I started out with this pairing, but I like writing Blaise feels because he makes it so hard to tell he has them.

Blaise watched Draco sleep and he knew it was only his years of cultivated silence and stealthiness that allowed him to go undetected. Even so, Draco had become such a light sleeper that Blaise didn't stand a chance watching him for long.

If he'd known everything, all that Draco faced in sixth year and beyond, things might have gone differently. Blaise considered it his greatest intellectual failure that he didn't know Draco's wasn't making his own decisions then, that he hadn't chosen his path. It was his own greatest failure, a bitterness on his lips, his tongue, his mind. He failed to know and Draco paid the price.

If he'd known, he wouldn't have stayed impassive, withdrawn, uninvested. As it was, it was difficult enough to watch Draco go down a path Blaise didn't want for him, not realizing Draco didn't want that path himself. Draco hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater, not once that he knew what it was like. But he was paying for his father's failure, and there was no way out.

A string of failures surrounded the mess, and as Blaise exhaled slowly, Draco stirred. He didn't wake, not yet, and Blaise frowned. Draco's skin was finally regaining its healthy pallor, the porcelain Malfoy skin he so longed to mark and claim. It wasn't the sickly, prison-induce paleness inflicted on him by Azkaban, but that was only on the surface. Remnants, scars, and memories of Azkaban ran deep and Draco would remember them for many years to come.

Blaise spent years of his own cultivating a plan, one that could not be traced back to him, one that freed Draco, and one that would get him his revenge. Soon, he thought. Not soon enough.

If he'd known, things would be different, he was certain. But he had no idea if they would be any better.
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Yes this is titled after and inspired by Maroon 5's One More Night. It crawled into my brain today and refused to leave until I wrote this.

Their fights are spectacular.

Her voice starts out smooth and slow like warm honey on sweet bread, hot from the oven. It rises, sharpens, tightens and coils like a snake, pierced and poised and ready to strike. It reaches fever pitches, intense and lashing, cutting like a blade tied to the end of a whip: unnecessarily sharp.

His starts out even, cool, and then deepens in intensity. It grows colder, distant, detached and removed even as he burns with suppressed anger. It softens, quiets, freezes, and with anyone but her, turns mocking and cruel. With her, it's guarded even until the height of emotion, when it's ripped open and laid bare.

Their fights are spectacular and they are frequent.

They go to war weekly, years of repressed emotions spilling out of them both. They fight, they leave, and always, they come back. They're dysfunctional, but they're each others'.

Their fights are specular and the make-up sex after each one is even more so.

Her voice still starts slow and smooth like honey and still works up to a fever pitch. It breaks on a high note when she clings to him, riding him hard, red nails digging into his skin, red lipstick smeared everywhere, imprinted like tattoos.

He is still ripped open and is laid bare before her, over her, under her, whether he's pinned her down or she's pinned him, with hips and hands and vicious bites. They mark each other, they own each other, and in their way, they love each other.

Their fights are spectacular and neither of them keep score. Margot knows and JD knows - when they fight, they both lose. When they make up, they both win.
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So this is actually a WIP. It came out of nowhere and I don't know where it's going but we'll see :D

It all changed when Chase showed up. )
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I never know where Corvus stuff comes from. It just happens.

Peppermint made him remember. Scent tied into memories made them harder to forget and even though he was cursed in such a way that he couldn't remember as much as he'd like, nor could he tell anyone about himself, Corvus started to remember the more he smelled peppermint.

It smelled like Christmas, like winter and cold. It smelled like holidays and curling up in front of fireplaces and warm arms around him. It smelled like his old life. He clung to the memories, trying to give them substances by drinking mint teas, mint hot chocolate, eating peppermint bark or candy canes. Every time, he remembered a little more, but the words still caught in his throat when he tried to tell Mars.

He could picture Anaximander grin that cruel thing he called a smile, amused at Corvus's failure, amused that Corvus couldn't so much as tell Mars his real name.

But Corvus was determined, more than he'd ever been. He wanted Mars to know him, really know him, even more than he wanted to know himself.

He just hoped that they both liked who he really was.
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This came out super sweet.

There was something special about the first Christmas together. It wasn't just a tree. It was their tree. It wasn't just decorating the house, it was decorating their home. It wasn't just Christmas, it was Christmas together.

Now that all the company parties, the quodpot galas, the fashionable extravaganzas and all the it parties were over - at least until New Year's - it was just Marco and Lela home from midnight mass curled up around each other in their bed in the wee hours of Christmas morning. Tomorrow (really later today) they'd be visiting Lela's family for lunch and Marco's for dinner, and bringing home so many leftovers, Lela wouldn't have to cook the rest of the week, except just for some variety.

But later was still hours away and when Lela's fingers danced over Marco's chest and his buried themselves in her hair, sleep was hours away too. They only had a few more of those hours to be alone together and sleep wasn't highest on their list.

Before she drifted off wrapped in Marco's arms, her long legs tangled in his, Lela knew that this was her favorite Christmas yet, because it was theirs.

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