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[anowlinsunshine]

Give me a fandom, character/pairing/moresome, and a one-word prompt (optional). I will write you something smutty or sweet in three sentences or less.

Fandoms I'll do:

• DCU (only Batfamily and maybe a Super or two; they're all I know right now, sorry)
• Merlin
• Inception
• Star Trek XI
• Rent

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[faynia]

Tangled - Eugene/Rapunzel - Court Expectations.

I do not care if this is sweet/smutty or both!

[anowlinsunshine]

Oddly enough, Eugene cares more about decorum than she does.

"But they'll see," he says, like this is a perfectly reasonable objection when she grabs his hand and moves them closer together, half her tugging him and half her stepping in. She sees his eyes flick from her parents to the courtiers to the guards, settling there and looking nervous, defiant, in ways she hasn't yet learned to make less than residual.

Let this be another lesson, then, this one for them both.

"So let them. I'm a princess now; doesn't mean I have to start acting like one," she says, and then she kisses him until his eyes fall shut, and hers too, and it's just them, the lock of their hands and the sweet press of their mouths, open and free.

A bit more than three sentences, sorry, and with so many run-ons. What are these rules you speak of?

[faynia]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ♥_♥

Oh this was lovely.

Why are we even looking at the rules?

[chicaintcheap]

Merlin - Merlin/Arthur

I am far too brain-dead to think up a word prompt >_>

[anowlinsunshine]

Even asleep, Arthur is all energy, color and power and so, so bright. The way they are curled together, Merlin can do so much more than see this: the white and soft of Arthur's skin, the half-open red of his lips and the sour warmth of his breath and the deceptive coil of his muscles and the quiet, shifting sounds he sometimes makes and a thousand other things that will become nameless outside of this moment. For now, he tracks his fingers through Arthur's hair and loves that about him, too: the glint of it; the fineness; the way, here, sunlit and blinking in it, Merlin knows it, Arthur, will always shine brighter than its crown.

Wow, it's been a while on those two. Hope it still meets your expectations, bb!

[chicaintcheap]

Beautiful *_* It goes beyondddd my expectations, so thank you!

[anowlinsunshine]

Yay, that's great to hear! ♥ As I said, it's been . . . months, I think, since I last wrote these boys. It's nice to know I've still got a grasp on them.

[anowlinsunshine]

"Come on, Kon," Tim says, and twists his hips down on Kon's cock inside him, his lips into a wider smirk at the way Kon bucks up into and against him. Like always, Kon's entire body is a study in control, even as he shudders and pants and moans and comes, every muscled inch of him held tight with the effort of keeping his movements safe, right up until the moment he goes boneless and still. For more than just the look on Kon's face, those moments are the ones Tim likes the best. Kon loosens, relaxes even more than he does normally, and while it's impossible for Tim to ever forget that Kon is so much more than human, it's in those moments that he's able to let himself pretend, for his own benefit, that Kon's coiled muscles are less what can Tim handle and more what--yes, more; that the grip Tim is using to pin Kon's wrists up near his head is still held not because Kon is letting him have it, but fully by Tim's own will.

This is actually my first time writing these boys together, so I hope I got them right. If not, let me know, and

[anowlinsunshine]

Because she is so tired of people looking at her like she's unique (strange, special, rare and almost lost), she tells them he proposed. Because he is finally tired of lying, even to protect her (look what happened last time he tried that), he tells them she did.

His is truer, in a way.

But the secret they both keep, solely theirs as much as the rings now on their fingers, is that no one did. Instead, she looked at him one night, paint in his hair and on his face from where it had streaked off her hands, and he looked at her and saw the same. She said, "We're going to get married," and it was suddenly such an obvious thing, clear as their handprints smudged across their skin in all the ways they'd held each other, that the only thing he could do was say, "We are, aren't we?" and catch her smile with his own.

[anowlinsunshine]

Even years later, there are still parts of in-PASIV building Ariadne doesn't understand. The physics of it are nonsensical, to say the least, elusive no matter how frequently she tries to pin them down. She can stack streets, loop mazes around and within each other, stretch mortar and brick like putty, like molten glass (stretch that, too, if she likes), and still, there is no rule to it. There are literally no limits to what she can create out of the raw material of dreamspace, even as there exists a process for that creation and consequences for every act of it. It's all a paradox, she thinks, as much one as looping staircases, herself in the dream in herself, and maybe the real limit in all of this is that the only rule of this place exists beyond the complete understanding of anyone who works in and necessarily obeys it, even herself.

TBH BBCAKES YOU COULD ASK FOR ALL THE THINGS AND I WOULD WRITE THEM FOR YOU. This problem is mutual, apparently. Whoops.