March themed challenge.
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Percival/Gwaine, "Honour Amongst Knights" (by
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kurosakiami01)March's challenge is:
M/March!
This is the month to bring out all your male/male relationships. A cuddle before a warm fire, a romp in the sheets, a day spent fixing up the house or car or something else in friendly contemplation - here's where it all belongs. Let there be men!
All fics written for this challenge should be posted as a comment on this entry (a comment with a link to an offsite post is also fine). If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.
This theme challenge will end on March 31st, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.
Voltron: Legendary Defender, Keith/Shiro, "Innocently Interrupted" [MA]
Date: 2019-03-06 03:29 am (UTC)Not as much as getting back to the shack and stripping out of their sweaty uniforms, though. No, that was the best part. Missions could take weeks, and even if they talked to each other or sent messages every day, sexts and nudes weren't the same as actually touching Shiro. Feeling those delicious abs and pecs, taking his thick cock into his mouth, Shiro's moans and begging as Keith fucked him into oblivion, or feeling the burn and stretch as Shiro fucked him.
If they weren't tired after their missions, they had time for all that and more.
They weren't tired today, not in the least, and the clothes were flung off and all over the bedroom the moment they got inside and drew the blinds. Yes, Keith thought, yes, he was feeling those muscles, that throbbing cock against his leg, Shiro's lips pressed against his, hands-metal and flesh alone, all over his skin, and soon-
Knock, knock.
"Ignore it," Keith murmured, pulling Shiro down for another kiss. The knock sounded again, followed by the turn of a key in the lock. Shit! He'd forgotten he'd given certain members of his family their own key. He pulled away, grabbing his bathrobe and tying the sash hastily. "Quick, put your pants on!" It was no secret he and Shiro were fucking, but that didn't mean he was okay with people seeing his boyfriend's junk. Nor did he assume Shiro hnimself wanted anyone seeing his junk.
Keith walked to the door just as Romelle opened it.
"Sorry," he murmured, "Shiro's here, and, well, we needed a bath after such a long day." Romelle blinked, then nodded, her cheeks going slightly pink.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Ah, I'm simply here to bring an invitation." She held out two baby-blue envelopes. "Coran is throwing a surprise gala event to celebrate Princess Allura's return in just five quintaints! I thought I'd drop your invitations off personally." Keith smiled, his dad had once talked about paper invitations as "a thing of the past" thanks to social media and texting. I got my last paper invite when I was in high school, to my pal's graduation party! For all their advanced technology and science, Alteans were somewhat old-fashioned and proper in a few ways.
And Allura's return after she'd been gone, mending the fabric of existence for two long years, was all the reason to celebrate.
"We'll be there," Shiro said, striding into the front room, a towel thrown over his bare shoulders. Romelle blushed deeply, coughing and turning away.
"Shiro! I-it's good to see you, I had a feeling you would be here! So, er, you'll be at the party?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Shiro smiled. "Pardon my appearance, I just got out of the bath." Keith noticed his hair was wet, like he'd done it just moments ago. Romelle nodded, gaze still averted.
"Again, I'm so sorry! I was so excited, I simply had to come over and tell you..." She rubbed the back of her neck. "And, well, you gave me this key, and..."
"For emergencies," Keith reminded her. Romelle was a sharp one, but she could be pretty clumsy socially. Like me, Keith thought with a small smile. Him, Acxa, Romelle, all socially clumsy nerds cut from the same cloth. "And as exciting as the party is, it's not an emergency."
"Right." Romelle cleared her throat. "Well, I'll...leave the two of you to your intimacies! Until tomorrow!"
She dashed off, Keith locking the door behind her with a sigh. Shiro chuckled, letting his towel and pants fall to the floor again.
"Welcome to having siblings, Keith. Ryou walked in on me with my first boyfriend once," he said. "Granted, he and I were only about to kiss on the mouth, but it was still pretty embarrassing." Keith smiled, dropping his robe to the floor as they headed back to the bedroom.
"Tomorrow I'll have to lay down the law about those keys," he said. Mistake or not, they'd been lucky this time. Shiro smiled, lowering them to the bed.
"Or you could just hang a sock on the doorknob."
Keith smiled, shook his head, and pulled him down for a kiss.
Voltron: Legendary Defender, Lance/Hunk, "Something"
Date: 2019-03-10 01:50 am (UTC)He doesn't know when that changed. Not that he suddenly didn't like girls anymore, but something in the way he looked at Hunk Garret lately...shifted.
He'd always liked Hunk. Who didn't? Sure, he was kind of a wuss, got queasy way too easily during flight simulations, a wet blanket when it came to adventures. He'd rather be sitting in his room reading or tinkering with a radio or in the kitchen baking cookies. But honestly, such tiny little details compared to everything else.
Hunk's just an all-around nice guy, plain and simple. Not to the point of pushover, no way, but there's a reason he's always the voice of reason when even Shiro's freaking out or upset, or the person Allura calls on when she needs a helping hand with diplomat stuff. He's a great guy, everyone's friend, just.
Something else.
Something that makes him want to throw his arms around the guy and just start kissing him. Of course it freaked him out at first, who wouldn't when they'd spent all their life one way and suddenly realized they might be a little of the other way? But the thing is, he'd still want to kiss Hunk if he were a girl.
He's got it bad for that big heart.
They're just finishing up a training session when Lance decides to go for it. Bayards are down, training drones put away, Hunk's shaking his hand, and Lance moves in for the kill. Hunk's surprised lips are soft, vaguely sweet, everything Lance imagined they would be and more.
Hunk kisses him back. That, Lance hadn't expected. Hoped for, but not expected. And it's better than anything he could have imagined. When they break for air, Lance gives a dreamy sigh that could have come from the cheesiest romantic teen movie from forever ago, and Hunk's blushing.
"What took you so long?" And Lance's eyes widen.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, it took a while for it to really fall into place, but I like you, too." He wraps his arm around Lance, and Lance leans against his broad shoulder. How long has Hunk felt this way? Does it matter? His best friend and crush likes him back!
"Is that why you never asked to change flight partners?" Hunk grins.
"Maybe."
Lance snuggles closer, sighing happily.
"I'm glad you didn't."
That something that made him fall in love with Hunk Garrett was Hunk Garrett himself.
M/March - A Missed Meeting (Harry/Draco) - Harry Potter Fandom.
Date: 2019-03-16 05:30 am (UTC)A/N: Unbetaed.
530 WORDS.
It wasn't like Malfoy to be late for their meeting so Harry decided to stop by Malfoy's flat before heading to work. It was time for their weekly check in which was mandated by the Ministry and even if Malfoy seemed always annoyed about it (it was annoying), he'd always showed up.
When Harry knocked on the door at Malfoy's flat, his house-elf answered the door.
"Master Draco is asleep," the house-elf said. "Shall Citelia wake Master Draco for Harry Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "No, that's okay. But is it acceptable if I come in and wait?"
Citelia, the house-elf, got out of the way and Harry entered. "He should be waking shortly. The sleep draught he received from the Healer was administered ten hours ago."
"Thank you," Harry said and waited in the sitting room. After an hour, he decided to walk around the flat. The house-elf was nowhere to be found.
As Harry went from the loo to the kitchen and then eventually to Malfoy's bedroom, he realised Malfoy didn't own one single mirror.
"That's peculiar," Harry mumbled to himself.
"Potter?" Malfoy's shaky voice gave Harry a start and he turned to look at the man in his bed. Malfoy was trying to sit up and he was visibly weak.
"Don't bother too much," Harry said hurrying by Malfoy's side. He took a seat on the chair next to his bed. "Sorry I just showed up here. I was worried."
Malfoy gave a weak nod and looked around the room. "What's so peculiar?"
"No mirrors."
Malfoy looked hesitant. In their mandated meetings Malfoy never spoke about anything too personal and this definitely felt like it was a bit beyond what Malfoy was comfortable with sharing.
"I can still see him looking at me. I don't see myself. I see his face," Malfoy said softly, staring down at his joint hands in his lap.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"What? Asked?" Malfoy said.
"Come. Been so nosy. I should've turned away the moment I realised you were ill. But…" This time, it was Harry who hesitated. "I look forward to our meetings. I know they're simply an obligation for you but—"
"I look forward to them, as well." Malfoy said and Harry dared reaching over to take Malfoy's hand in his. Malfoy squeezed at Harry's fingers gently. "You're the only person who treats me like I'm still human."
"Draco…" Harry's voice was soft on its own accord. His chest ached for Malfoy. His desire to make it all go away for him was unyielding.
"You are so special. The Ministry…it's not fair. Wasn't your fault. You shouldn't be the one suffering because of a few bad decisions or being coerced to do something when you were a child."
Malfoy didn't reply.
"If you want me to leave…"
"No," Malfoy said quickly. "I should've owled you I wasn't feeling well but I thought the potion would make me better by the time for our meeting."
Harry couldn't help his grin. "You wanted to see me?"
"Always," replied Malfoy.
Harry owled the Ministry and requested a personal day—spending it with Draco and taking care of him alongside Citelia.
m/march - Teen Wolf & Twilight - Sheriff Stilinski/Charlie Swan
Date: 2019-04-01 01:48 am (UTC)Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Charlie Swan/Sheriff Stilinski
Characters: Sheriff Stilinski, Charlie Swan, Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Crack, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Texting
Summary:
Noah sighs and drags a hand over his face, massaging his closed eyes, then opens them. He rereads the thread once again and debates with himself whether he should answer. He can’t even connect with his own kid, so what makes him the ideal person to help another father with his?