I'm not ready. I'll never be ready. But I'm posting anyway, because sometimes that's just how you have to do it.
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Morally Grey Characters, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Auror Harry Potter, Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Closeted Harry Potter, Internalized Homophobia, Genre: Psychological Thriller, Horror Elements, Isolation, Delusion, harm to children (related to a case), A story of rock bottom, and Hope, And hurting people you love, and loving people you don't want to, casefic
Summary:
Gifted Auror Harry Potter is good at pretending. He pretends that heâs straight, that heâs happy, and that his unique ability to slip into the minds of depraved killers isnât driving him mad. As long as heâs living up to other peopleâs expectations, heâs sure itâll all work out.
Then, Harry's carefully built life begins to crumble: Ginny breaks up with him, Draco Malfoy returns to Britain, and a new killerâs file lands on his desk.
If he's going to make it through the resulting upheaval, he must face the thing that frightens him most: himself.
Excerpt:
"Was it a nightmare," Ginny asks.
Harry hasn't told her about the dreams. They way they come when he's working a case, the way it helps them catch the killers even as it burns him away.
"It was nothing," he tells her. "I'm sorry if I woke you."
"You didn't," she says quietly. "I was just about to get up."
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Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Rating: T
Summary: Shane does yoga and fights for control. Shane/Rose era angst and longing.
Word Count: 331
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Excerpt: Want flows through him. His chest, his legs. Want, like breath. Warrior two. Lunge. Plank. Up dog.
There's something in the breath. The movement. The way it takes everything to remember. How to hold, how to release, how to work without tightening down, without grasping.
Want flows through him. His chest, his legs. Want, like breath. Warrior two. Lunge. Plank. Up dog.
A smile, a memory, running through him like water: Ilya's up dog chirp, the constant heat behind the smile, the twist of his lip.
Back to the breath. Feel the warmth, the build of heat, the way the muscles tremble. Settle into the pose. Feel the body, how it reacts.
"Your ass, Hollander."
Heat. Sensation. Sweat gathering, dripping, threatening to chafe where it's caught and held against his skin.
"So wet for me," as Ilya swipes his tongue against Shane's spine.
Full body shiver, adjustment. Breath. Flow through them, nowâdown dog, three-legged dog, lunge, other sideâŚ
Breath. Control, controlâŚ
The memories break through, again and again, and Shane shoves them away, forces himself to breath, sweat, fold; he forces his body to do what he needs it to do.
That night he gives in, lets his breath go harsh, his movements quick, lets the memories crowd in, overwhelming. It takes him over the way Ilya used to, takes him and uses him, demands what he can never ask for. Gives: an ache in his chest, a hunger in his belly, a voracious, unacceptable longing that cannot be contained.
It hurts. The entire time, it hurts, from that first breath to that last moan when he comes, messy, over his stomach. His face is a wet mess of tears and snot.
That last time, breath exchanged harshly between their panting mouths. Shane, jerking them off in the cradle of his hand, giving in for just that moment, forgetting to pretend he doesn't want it. That he isn't dying for it.
That last time. The last time.
The breath isn't enough. The memory, the flow, the push, the control. It isn't enough. But it's all he has.
Love is Never a Waste (1425 words) by shealynn88
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Characters: Harry Potter, Portrait Severus Snape
Summary:
A short story about love, a portrait, and possibility.
"Everyone thinks I spend too much time alone," Harry says. "But Iâm not alone, am I?â
âYou spend an awful lot of time with a dead man,â Severus says. âWe both know youâre as stubborn as a dragon with a clutch, but perhaps you should consider their advice.â
Fandom:Â Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: E
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Severus Snape/Severus Snape
Characters: Severus Snape
Additional Tags: Selfcest, Severus Snape Lives, Severus Snape Goes to Therapy, sex therapy, Sort Of, past suicidal ideation, past dub-con, past domestic abuse, a sort of âghost of christmas pastâ take on therapy and self-love and forgiveness
Summary:
Severus just wants to be intimate with someone he trusts. What he gets is so much worse. And so much better. A story of pain and healing and learning to see yourself in a new light.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 7000
Rating: E
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Hermione Granger, some Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Warnings: Infidelity, Incest by proxy
Summary: For Kinktober prompt, "Body Worship"
Huge thanks to @citrusses for a fantastic beta
After Hermione and Ron's first time, Hermione has doubts about her ability to enjoy sex. Bill comforts her, and then helps her find pleasure. It's not the last surprise of the night.
Excerpt:
She shifted to look at Bill and he loosened his grip, dropped the hand that had felt so caring and protective against her neck, her cheek. âHonestly, Bill. IâmâŚIâll be fine. It wasâŚI donât knowâŚâ She swallowed, knowing she shouldnât say anything more. It was private, what she and Ron had shared. Even if it hadnât worked out the way sheâd wanted. âIt was stupid to think it would beâŚspecial. You know. The first time.â
âOh, sweetheart.â The soft sympathy in his voice nearly undid her all over again. âTonight was your first? He made a mess of it, then.â
Her breath hitched with the threat of a sob, but she refused, refused to start crying again. âItâs not his fault,â she said. âI havenât been right for a while, and I thinkâŚmaybe this is how I am, now.â And dammit, now she was crying. Her voice went shrill, catching as she tried to explain. âI just felt so, so anxious and cold and disconnected and I tried, I really tried, butâŚoh, god, what if itâs never good? What if I can never feelâŚ? What if heâŚâ and she couldnât continue.
Bill rocked her. âOh, no, no, youâre all right, youâll be all right, now. Itâs hard, that first time. My little brother is an idiot. I love him, but heâs an idiot. Doesnât know his arse from his elbow. Itâll get better, I know it will. Itâs normal to have a hard time in the beginning. He doesnât know how to touch you, yet. Youâll probably have to teach him. He loves you, Hermione. I know he does. If heâs the right one, youâll work it out.â
Title: Show Me What You Got
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 870
Pairing: Wincest, Sam/OMC, Sam/Jessica
Rating: M
A/N: Another WIP wrap-up, it's been sitting around for ages!
Summary: pre-series, Sam sends Dean an explicit video of himself by mistake. It escalates from there.
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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: M
Word Count: 2000
Pairing: Derek Hale/Chris Argent
Tags: light BDSM, sweet Derek Hale, angry & messed up Chris Argent, kissing, no sex, hopeful ending
A/N: Another WIP wrap-up fic. This project has been so awesome. There's still more to come, it's like a bottomless hole out there!
Summary: Chris gets drunk, Derek gets him home and then stays.
Excerpt:
Derekâs eyes run over his face, flickering from one eye to the other, down to his mouth, trailing up the lines of his scowl. Derek doesnât look angry. A rarity, and somehow even more infuriating.
âIâm not your fucking charity case,â Chris says, and he grips Derekâs jaw in one hand, pressing in too hard against Derekâs teeth. Half hoping Derek will fight back, just to give him something to do, something to fight, something that isnât this empty house. Something that can actually be beaten.
