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30 Random Kisses |
01. wind in your hair |
02. sun on your face |
03. the look in your eyes |
04. in the snow |
05. the way you walk |
06. handwriting ; letter |
07. orange sunset |
08. you're good at what you do |
09. body language |
10. hands |
11. in silk |
12. you look handsome in a suit ; you look pretty in a dress |
13. tangled in the sheets |
14. while in the shower |
15. amazing kiss |
16. pretty in pink |
17. sweet nothings ; soft whispering |
18. in the rain |
19. soft lips |
20. jewelry |
21. scent ; musk ; perfume ; cologne |
22. flushed cheeks |
23. asleep on the couch |
24. intoxicating |
25. singing voice |
26. clear blue skies |
27. first sunlight in the morning ; sunrise |
28. the view from here ; vista |
29. vibrant colors |
30. i watch your back as you walk away |
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BONUSES |
31. in the silence of the night |
32. like a sculpture |
33. the way you dance |
34. never mine |
35. underneath the willow tree |
36. smiling face |
37. notebook ; sketchbook |
38. full hearted laugh ; you laugh with your whole body |
39. even while you're sick |
40. i can hear the beating of your heart |
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| 03. the look in your eyes Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Greta Catchlove Word Count: Rating: |
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| 09. body language Pairing: Mark Timms/Derek Dobbs Word Count: Rating: |
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| 14. while in the shower Pairing: John/Matilda Mulciber Word Count: Rating: |
Looking a fright, John arrives home to a squawk of, “Oh, no! No!” Matilda is darting at him before he can get both feet over the threshold. She fawns and generally behaves like a panicked ninny.
“Stop,” John futilely demands, It doesn’t come out as more than grave huff. He winces when Matilda makes another shrill noise. Eyes narrowing as anger bubbles up beneath the exhaustion, he roughly seizes her arms and gives her one good shake. “Stop this nonsense before you wake Johnathon.”
Matilda just hangs in his hands. There’s a mix of horror, pain, and confusion on her face. Her eyes are wild. She mouths soundless babble as tears shine in her eyes. John sighs heavily. She does have a reason to be upset. He looks like he’s been though a battle to the death. His robes are ragged and covered in a murky slop of sea water, sand, and blood. There’s dirt in his hair. Scratches and bruises cover his face and arms. There’s a burn and gash on his wand hand. He holds Matilda out at arm’s length to keep her from getting soiled.
“I’m fine,” he says evenly. “I’m fine, Matilda. Most of this isn’t even my blood. There were Aurors. We weren’t expecting there to be Aurors with them.” Matilda gasps a sob. John shakes his head slowly. “I’m fine. Honestly.”
He knows it’s coming when she whimpers, “Oh, John!” She throws herself against his aching chest when he releases her.
With his unmarred hand, he gently pets her hair. “I need to bathe,” he whispers. “We don’t want Johnathon to see this.”
Matilda hiccups as she reluctantly pulls away. She vigorously nods her head and gives a hard sniff. “I’m going with you,” she mumbles. “I want to see what you’ve done to yourself.”
John grimaces. He knows how horrible this is going to be. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I don’t care,” Matilda says sharply.
“All right,” he replies with a sigh.
John takes her hand and leads them to their washroom. The lights pop on as soon as they enter the room. With Matilda’s help, John peels off what remains of his robes and underclothing. Matilda gasps with each new wound that’s uncovered. It hurts John to see her so upset. He realizes that he should have went to a safe house to clean-up before returning home, but honestly, he’s not even sure which houses are safe anymore. |
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| 16. pretty in pink Pairing: Rafe/Erin Kirke Word Count: Rating: |
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| 17. sweet nothings ; soft whispering Pairing: John/Matilda Mulciber Word Count: Rating: |
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| 18. in the rain Pairing: Darren Quigg/Devin Kirke Word Count: Rating: |
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| 20. jewelry Pairing: Jonas Ackerly/Kobe Catchlove Word Count: Rating: |
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| 21. scent ; musk ; perfume ; cologne Pairing: Rafe/Erin Kirke Word Count: Rating: |
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| 23. asleep on the couch Pairing: Elphias/Phoebe Doge Word Count: Rating: |
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| 24. intoxicating Pairing: Prisca Pucey/Grail Yates Word Count: Rating: |
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| 30. i watch your back as you walk away Pairing: Jonas Ackerly/Kobe Catchlove Word Count: Rating: |
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| 31. in the silence of the night Pairing: Mortimer Dodderidge/Malcolm Brown Word Count: 697 Rating: PG-13 |
Pain slams through Mortimer's abdomen as the right-half of his torso is impaled, leaving him mangled and for dead. He cries out, but it's lost in the thunder and crunch of the world collapsing. The shock paralyzes him. He strains to breathe as he stares up at the gaping expanse of nothingness where a staircase used to be. Black spots begin to cloud the corners of his vision as the dizziness overtakes him. He knows he needs to move, but futilely screams, again, when he attempts to do so.
Suddenly, there are hands on him. He's startled by the touch. He expected to lay there much longer before the Mediwizards reached him.
Morty rouses with a shaky breath. The hands on his shoulders grip and pat him gently. He can barely hear Malcolm's voice whispering his name over the ringing of his ears. Slowly, Mortimer's eyes bat open. The room is dark and cool. He gets a chill from the sweat on his back. Hissing a breath, he puts a palm to the scar on his side. The nightmares always make it hurt.
"Malcolm?" Morty's voice is near-frog level of croaking. It's dry and cracked, and a little delirious.
Warmth of a body moves closer. Morty's eyes flutter closed as the sheets are pulled up around him. Malcolm whispers some hushing coos, which Morty would feel patronized by if he wasn't so tired from the fit in his sleep.
Malcolm's fingers brush over the stubble on Morty's cheek. "I'm here, love," Malcolm says thickly. He cups Morty's jaw. "You had a nightmare."
"I know," Morty hollowly replies. "I've been having them since that day."
Two hands are now on his face. "You could have told me."
"I didn't want you to worry."
"I was already worried."
Morty sighs in defeat. He reaches out to put his palm to Malcolm's bare chest, which he braces against as he adds, "It still hurts." He feels Malcolm swallow.
"Let me get you something."
When Malcolm begins to move, Mortimer rolls to his side to possessively grips at Malcolm's bicep and tug. "Stay," he says sternly. "I don't -- I don't want you to go anywhere."
"All right." Malcolm settles back down. "I just want to help."
Morty winces. "I know." He pauses to slowly nod before sidling his body close enough to Malcolm's that their chests are grazing. Morty drapes an arm around Malcolm's waist. "I know. I'm sorry I'm being such a git."
"Hush," Malcolm huffs. He brushes his fingers through Mortimer's oily locks. It sends a warm, loved feeling through Morty. "Do you think I care if you're grumpy? Well, the answer is 'no.'"
A small, sheepish smile crosses Morty's face. He ducks his eyes. "I guess I'll shut up, then."
When Malcolm kisses him, Morty can feel the mutual spike in their heart rates. He nuzzles his face closer until their foreheads are touching. Malcolm pulls one more kiss out of him before pausing hesitantly. Morty scratches his fingers against Malcolm's lower back as he quietly breathes. There is more he wants to say to Malcolm, but he's too tired for it -- he just wants to snog.
Morty drags Malcolm's lower lip into his mouth to suck and nibble upon. Malcolm's fingers tense in his hair; Morty pushes forward. He drops his jaw and rolls his tongue into Malcolm's mouth. They each embrace the other (Malcolm's hold is more gentle than Morty's) as the kiss deepens. He kneads and massages Malcolm's hips and arse. The thrill of his easily awakened arousal sends a tingly buzz through him, which also harps on the ache in his side.
Morty breaks the kiss to stutter a breath in pain. Malcolm frowns against his cheek and brushes swollen lips across his temple. As shivers rock through Morty, Malcolm simply holds on to him and they ride them out. The pain eventually dulls and Morty is able to breathe, again. Grateful and slightly ashamed, he makes no protest when Malcolm kisses him softly before slipping away. Morty pulls the covers closer as he waits for Malcolm to return with a pain relieving tonic. Maybe, he will get some sleep tonight, after all. |
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| 34. never mine Pairing: Conall Magennis/Savannah Davies Word Count: Rating: |
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| 39. even while you're sick Pairing: Brand/Julie Kirke Word Count: Rating: |
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| 40. i can hear the beating of your heart Pairing: Elphias/Phoebe Doge Word Count: Rating: |
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