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Title: Multi-Fandom Drabbles
Rating: R Overall
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: 1. He tastes like sunshine. 2. This is wrong but right. 3. It's survival and instinct. 4. Meeting again. 5. Hummingbird. 6. Broken heart with hope intact.
Warnings: 2 contains incest, 3 contains talk of violence.

These are all written for [livejournal.com profile] ibonekoen for her birthday. A day late but I hope enjoyed :) I love you doll -hugs- You're one of the best people I know.




1. Merlin/Arthur, Merlin

Merlin tastes like sunshine, all sweetness and warmth as their lips glide together and Arthur doesn’t even truly know why he’s doing this.

His fingers are in Merlin’s hair, his other hand at Merlin’s hip as he pulls his manservant closer until their bodies are flush against each other.

Merlin is magic.

He tastes magic, something earthy, and something comforting while the wizard trembles as though his power might burst forth.

Arthur is aware of the danger, aware of the risk but knows he can’t let Merlin know.

He knows his true soul, knows he is not evil. He will not let his father hurt Merlin.





2. Peter/Nathan, Heroes

This is forbidden. Wrong. Horrible. Sick.

The words echo, resonating through Nathan’s mind even as he leans over his younger brother, even as his tongue plunges into Peter’s mouth.

Peter moans, twisting beneath him, writhing and wanting, needing, craving

Wrong, wrong.

Nathan slides into him, as his hand grips Peter’s jaw, holding him still, looking into those pleasure-filled eyes and enjoying every second of something that is so wrong it can only feel right.

This is a mistake he knows, but it is a mistake he will make over and over again.

A mistake he will enjoy until his very last breath.

3. Peter/Sylar, Heroes

Peter knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. But he finds himself not caring as the world falls away and he can taste just a tinge of blood on Sylar’s tongue.

He can’t pretend all he wants that he is good, and Sylar is bad but in the end he knows there is no truth to those thoughts. That good and bad don’t exist when the world could burn down around them.

It is survival of the fittest, and Peter is doing his best to fit in, to survive.
It’s instinctual, just like these moments with Sylar are, the moments his tongue pushes its way into the other man’s mouth and Sylar’s hand grips his hair hard, pushing him against the nearest hard surface and making him gasp, then moan before they are both moving together, languid and needing. Needing to feel something more than blood and death.

It’s a tentative truce. Sylar won’t hurt him, and Peter won’t kill him either.




4. Rory/Jess, Gilmore Girls

“It’s been a while,” Rory said, the silence between them stretching, and awkward as she shifts from foot to foot.

Jess nodded his head, a small smile on his lips as he did so. “Yeah it has,” he reached out momentarily then pulled is hand back.

Enchanted Rory stepped closer until she could slide her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek, happy to see him.

Jess stiffened for a moment then relaxed, an arm coming up around her shoulders to hold her close for a moment. “Coffee?” he asked her.

“Always.” She slipped away from him, her hand remaining in his as he led her away.




5. Blaine/Kurt, Glee

When they kiss Kurt trembles just a little bit and Blaine can’t help but smile, can’t help but feel like he’s being flooded with warmth.

Kurt is not who he thought he would be with, all sass, all fashion and excitement, with the energy of a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Kurt told him.

“I am too,” Blaine smiled, kissing him again softly, ignoring the music, ignoring the sounds of Kurt’s father downstairs ranting about something or other. He is happy.

6.Santana/Brittany, Glee

Brittany is one of the stupidest people that Santana has ever met in her entire life, and yet she is one of the sweetest.

It horrifies her when Brittany is mean, when her words become poison and her back becomes ramrod straight as something bitchy spews forth.

“I’m sorry,” Brittany breathes into her ear, regret in her voice and her eyes filled with tears. “I never should have said that, or made you wear that t-shirt.”

Santana shrugs, not wanting to get into it.

“I just want you to be proud,” Brittany says as she hugs her.

Santana jerks away from her, shaking her head as her eyes abruptly fill with tears. “You don’t get it. I would be proud, but you don’t want me,” she turns on her heel and walks off, leaving her best friend, the woman who she loves behind but keeps her hope for their future with her, tucked close and protected.

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