#niamh... come closer... we could be... friends....

[mbsneur]

Jealousy

Niamh Charles x Reader

i know i haven't posted any fics for a long time and i'm very sorry but i've been very busy lately and i have a lot on my mind and i ask you to write me ideas and feedback <3

Warnings: Smut18+

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a cold day in london the wind is whistling and you're sitting in your thick winter jacket at kingsmeadow watching your girlfriend play her league game the wind is ruffling your hair which is sticking out of your hood chelsea are leading 3-0 against aston villa and the game is slowly coming to an end which makes you happy because you just want to lie on the couch with niamh

the last minute begins and exactly on time after 4 minutes of stoppage time the referee blows the whistle they slap hands on the pitch and some friends see each other again

niamh caught sight of you and a smile crossed her lips she waved at you and you waved back with clenched teeth she came jogging slightly towards to you, you stood up and when she was with you you took her for a quick kiss and hugged her tightly after a few seconds she pulled away from you and looked you in the eyes

"we are invited for dinner and drinks tonight" she says her loose hair flying lightly in the wind

you sigh tearfully and catch a smirking look from niamh

"who invited us and where will it be" you say slightly annoyed and roll your eyes as you would much rather be alone with niamh

"millie or rather her sister she own the pub we all wanted to get together again and you love me so you'll come with me right?" she asks sweetly and laughing

you sigh one last time and nod at her reluctantly niamh immediately starts grinning again and gives you one last quick kiss before she pulls away from you for good

"see you in the corridor in 30 minutes you can wait inside it's warmer" she says and walks towards the players tunnel

//

you had been standing in front of the changing rooms for what felt like an eternity waiting for your girlfriend until you saw a familiar face aggie running towards you with a happy expression

"hey y/n how are you" she says with a smile and takes you in her arms you return her hug and your conversation quickly turns into small talk

"and you two are also at millie's sister's pub tonight?" she asks, leaning against the wall because you've been talking for more than 15 minutes

"yeah niamh is literally forcing me" you say with a smile and finally see niamh come out of the cubicles you knew niamh could be a jealous person when it comes to you and maybe tonight you'll see it as a little revenge that she's not cuddling with you on the couch and watching films

she comes to you with slight tension "have you seen each other again after a long time?" asks niamh and pulls you slightly towards her by your arm

"yes it was nice to talk to aggie again she's still the same" you say with a laugh and catch a playful nudge from aggie

"well, we'll see each other soon" says aggie and waves after you

niamh turned to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead and then on the cheek "you know how much i love you right" niamh says slightly exhausted and you put your arm around her neck to pull her closer to you "yes i know is someone exhausted?" you ask with a small grin and niamh grunts softly

"i'm wide awake let's go" she says and pushes away from you, you laugh after her shaking your head and trot after her the cold shakes you as niamh opens the big door to the outside you literally wobble on your feet and walk a little faster to get to the car

niamh opens the door for you you get in and niamh puts her bag in the boot the driver's door opens and a freezing niamh gets in she shivers before she closes the door and enters the address to the pub into her sat nav

niamh's hand didn't leave your thigh the whole journey

"what did you talk to aggie about?" she asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow

"not much whats happened in the last few weeks like some stuff why?" you say with a slight grin, knowing that niamh isn't quite so happy about it

"i'm just asking, maybe she had something important to tell you" she says and looks back at the street

you give her a gentle nudge on the shoulder "i can talk to someone without it being important" you say and look ahead in confusion

//

when you arrived at the pub you received a friendly welcome you get on well with everyone as niamh often takes you to meetings

it was small and cosy a small restaurant with a bar you were there alone because millie's sister opened today just for you all

there was delicious food and most of the conversations centred around football and today's game where niamh was of course fully involved when there were these conversations she often forgot you were there and just focused on her teammates

you talked to hannah because she became a very good friend for you you could laugh a lot with her and also have other topics besides football

//

as time went on it got a bit crazier many started drinking and dancing

"baby do you want a cocktail or maybe something else?" niamh asked lovingly and gave you a kiss on the cheek

"yes a daiquiri" you said and smiled back niamh nodded at you and went straight to the bar

shortly after niamh left, aggie came up to you "hey so we meet again" she smiled at you and you slid a little to the side so she could sit next to you

"hey how was your evening so far?" you asked, glancing briefly at the bar where you saw niamh, who had already noticed the two of you and was looking at you through clenched teeth you thought about and slid a little closer to aggie

"it was good the food was good and i feel pretty comfortable with everyone now" she says smiling and noticing your approach you have the feeling that aggie has had her eye on you for a while now and you use this to your advantage

after a few minutes of talking niamh came back and sat close to the other side of you she grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close to her front

"i- i don't want to disturb you any further i can go back to the others" says aggie, slightly unsettled

"why stay with us" niamh said sarcastically and lightly pinched your ribs which made you sigh "we didn't want to stay that long anyway and since you get along well" she added and pinched you harder this time

aggie continued the conversation but you didn't really know what she was talking about you sipped your cocktail from time to time to hide your insecure face niamh's hands wandered over your front and you were sure aggie could see it

after a few minutes aggie is tapped on the shoulder and turns around eagerly at this moment niamh pulls you back jerkily by your hood "behave yourself or i'll fuck you on the table in front of everyone" she whispers in your ear and you moan softly "niamh i-" you try to justify yourself but are interrupted by niamh "did you hear me" she says now and you just nod

"it's your fault you could have just lain on the couch with me" you say snappishly and niamh takes a deep breath

aggie turns back to you and you move away from niamh's arms to get closer to aggie

"niamh come to us" sam calls from a corner and niamh stands up reluctantly before she leaves she looks back at you "i've got you in my sights" she whispers to you and you smile devilishly

and niamh wasn't lying her eyes never left you the whole time

//

after a while, niamh was visibly drunk and you were now sitting alone in the corner of the room, swiping on your mobile phone until niamh came over to you and half lay down on top of you

you laugh and try to push her away her swollen wet lips attack your neck "niamh we are among humans stop it" you say laughing and her horny drunken look meets your eyes

"you're so pretty baby" she says in a funny voice and touches you everywhere her hands can reach

you let yourself fall into their kisses and almost forget that there are still people around you two

"I want you right here and now or do you want aggie to fuck you instead" she says seriously and her pupils flicker

"maybe she would have stayed on the couch with me" you say cheekily and niamh's jaw drops

"we're leaving now" she says and walks away from you she says goodbye to the rest first before she pulls you up from the corner and passes all her teammates unnoticed

you go outside where niamh's car is parked she opens the back seat door directly "what is it you want me to sit in the back now" you say smirking slightly and are annoyed by her behaviour

"no you will do was i say and lie there like a good girl with your legs open" she says in a gentle tone and gives you a little push

you look at her confused and she moves her head towards the back seat and wiggles her eyebrows you do was you are told and sit on the edge of the seat

you were about to lie down but before you had the chance niamh's tense hand grabbed your neck and pushed you down firmly

with her other hand she closed the door and her lips were immediately on yours her kisses were wet and aggressive she tasted of rum her free hand found its way to one of your nipples

she let go of your lips and looked at you humiliated "oh naughty girl no underwear?" you were a bit uncomfortable you weren't wearing any underwear because you thought you would be back straight home after the game.

you try to look away in shame but niamh turns your head back towards her to kiss you fiercely her tongue plays and bites on yours

your body becomes weak from so many touches but none that sets you free

after a few more kisses, niamh finally pulls your trousers down her hand finds its way to your knee and pushes your legs further apart

"I hope you're wet" she says lightly and you grab her hair to press her closer to you "so wet niamh please"

her hand caresses your inner thigh and her middle finger lightly pulls your panties to the side you moan softly and press your hips against her hand

one of her fingers plunges into you which immediately speeds up your breathing she is painfully slow and your hips sway in time with her hand

"fuck you're so wet is it because of aggie?" she asks and you look at her with glassy eyes

"no because of you please i need you" you say tearfully and press your hips closer to niamh

"oh because of me?" she asks and looks at you questioningly "tell me what you need" she adds

"one more finger niamh i beg" you say

niamh accepted your request and poked you with two fingers your chest basket rises and falls quickly

her fingers speed up and you start moaning against her the car is hazy with sex and niamh looks down at you

her fingers press hard against your walls and your body tenses up against hers

"fuck feels so good" you moan

"who makes you feel so good mh" says niamh and her thumb presses against your clitoris

"niamh you fuck- you" you moan loudly and your hips twitch wildly

your hands scrape against her scalp and your moans become pornographic niamh's hand is still firmly on your breast, pinching it

your legs begin to tremble slightly and close tightly around her hips

"just like that fuck niamh you fuck me so good" you moan and niamh takes your lower lip firmly between her teeth

you shriek in pain as she bites harder and feel a knot forming in your stomach

"niamh i'm so close so fucking close" you half scream

"wait" she says and you look at her shakily "who do you belong to"

"i belong to you niamh please" you say and tears flow down your cheek

"who makes you cum like that" she says a little more seriously this time your eyes roll backwards "niamh you please let me come i can't hold on much longer"

"then come for me my good girl" niamh pushes harder into you to bring you over the edge

after a few thrusts you cum hard over her hand your body shakes wildly against her you let out a few moans with her name on it

she removes her fingers from you and wipes them on her trousers your body is still weak and has not yet recovered from your orgasm

she takes your thighs in her hand and pushes you upwards so that she has more access to you

without warning and still with a pulsating core her mouth is immediately between your legs you scream and jerk around wildly and try to push her away from you by her hair niamh pushes harder against you her tongue pushes hard against your clotoris and sucks on it

the pain turns into lustful moans and your head bounces against the window pane niamh is good with her tongue and she takes every opportunity to prove it to you

you hear how wet you are and you realise how close you come again because of the overstimulation and the way she fucks you

niamh hasn't stopped sucking your clit for a second you bob against her again

"niamh i'm gonna come don't stop oh my fuck"

niamh hums against you which gives you the consent to come your body tenses up and you come quietly and trembling

she stands up and you immediately start laughing "you're so jealous we were just talking" you say and she looks at you angrily

"you're still mine" she laughs

i hope you like it <333

[russo-woso]

Dread || Niamh Charles

Summary You and Niamh always dread playing against each other

Red vs Blue.

Rival vs rival.

A London derby.

Arsenal vs Chelsea.

There were loads of nicknames for the match because ultimately, it was one of the most exciting games of the season.

The fans were excited for it, the players were excited for it, but you and a certain Chelsea defender wasn’t.

You dreaded the match, and so did Niamh, if not more.

Niamh was a defender, you were a striker. The thought of Niamh hurting you killed her.

You and Niamh had gone up against each other before, many times, but this time was different.

This was the continental cup final.

Arsenal were determined to keep their hands on the trophy, but Chelsea were just as determined to take it off of them.

When you awoke early on the morning of Easter Sunday, thanks to Niamh pressing soft kisses to your shoulder blade, you couldn’t help but cuddle into her, the dreaded feeling of playing against her sinking into your mind.

After a while of a comfortable silence taking over the room, you pulled away from Niamh, a serious look on your face.

“Promise me that no matter what the score is, we’ll be lying like this tonight.” You said to Niamh whilst a soft smile appeared on her face.

“I promise, love. Remember, Football will always come second when it comes to you.” Niamh told you and you nodded, agreeing with her words.

“You’ll always come first too.” You stated, pressing your lips on hers.

The rest of the morning you had free sped by and before you knew it, you and Niamh’s were going your separate ways.

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“Nervous about playing against Niamh?” Beth asked you, noticing that your leg was bouncing and your hands were fidgeting with whatever you could touch.

“Yeah. A bit.” You responded, sending a weak smile to her.

“Speak of the devil, she’s just messaged me to see how you are. Isn’t that sweet? I remember when you first met. It was love at first sight. And god was my ears chewed off by you going on and on about how you loved Niamh.” Alessia, who was sat next to you, teased you before telling the whole coach the story of how you and Niamh met.

It was true, Alessia had been there when you and Niamh met for the first time.

In fact, she had been the one to introduce you to one another.

You had joined the youth age groups later than everyone else but Alessia had taken you under wing and had introduced you to all her friends, including Niamh.

From then on, Alessia became your best friend, along with Tooney, the three of you becoming an iconic trio.

And you and Niamh grew closer too. Becoming friends and then realising the growing crush on her, before finally, after months of flirting with one another, Niamh asked you on a date.

That was nearly eight years ago and you’re still just in love with Niamh as if you were when you were sixteen.

“Less, stop it.” You told her, nudging her shoulder as she continued to tell embarrassing stories of you when you were teenagers.

“Yeah but I’m right in the middle of when you slipped on the ball when we were in Jordan.” Alessia said as the girls laughed.

“Well at least I didn’t have our coach performing the Heimlich manoeuvre on me because I was chocking on spaghetti. Some Italian you are.” You fired back, a grin taking over your face as Alessia’s face dropped.

“You promised to not tell anyone about that.” Alessia complained, rolling her eyes as Kyra fell to the coach floor laughing. “And I’m half Italian by the way.”

Your mind went foggy as tiredness took over it.

You rested your head on Alessia’s shoulder who immediately cuddled up to you and fell asleep.

It was a normal occurrence to fall asleep on the way to away matches, especially to fall asleep on Alessia.

Alessia and you always sat next to each other on the coaches and with your capability to fall asleep anywhere, it was normally her who had to deal with your snoring.

After two hours of sleeping, you were awoken by Kyra who was excited to play her first final for Arsenal.

Before long, you were walking out of the tunnel to complete a pitch inspection.

Noticing Niamh on the other side of the pitch, you split up from Kyra and Alessia and approaches Niamh.

A smile grew on Niamh’s face as she spotted you, opening her arms as she enveloped you in a hug.

You didn’t say anything, it was just a hug made of pure love for one another.

You broke away from the hug, reaching out to rest a hand on her cheek before pressing a light kiss on her lips.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Niamh said, your face centimetres away from hers.

“You will. I love you, Niamhy.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

And with that, you went your separate ways, you going back to Alessia and Kyra, and Niamh going back to Zecira.

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After an eventful game that went into extra time, the full time whistle blew.

It had been one hell of a match to say the least.

With the score being 0-0 through most of the game, to Frida collapsing on the pitch, to you scoring the winning goal just four minutes before full time.

The whole entire arsenal team gathered round celebrating.

It was as if you were dual natured in that moment.

One half of you wanted to celebrate with all your teammates, but the other half wanted to go and wrap Niamh in a hug.

You opted for both. Spending time with your teammates for a few minutes before going off to find Niamh.

“Niamhy, I’m so sorry.” You began but Niamh turned around with a light smile on her face.

“Don’t say sorry, love. I’m so proud of you.” Niamh opened her arms once again as you found your spot in between them. “You go celebrate. I’ll see you at home later, okay? We can have all the cuddles in the world then. I promise.”

Niamh stuck to her promise.

As you arrived back in London that night, most of the team decided to go out celebrating but you decided to get back home, desperately wanting to see Niamh.

After lots of teasing about you and Niamh, you eventually got away from them all and drive home.

Niamh was already waiting for you in bed, burying your head in her chest as you laid down next to her.

All of the dread had gone.

You were now in your happy place. Your safe space. You were with your Niamh.

[jade4956]

Breaking the ice

The England U-15s training camp had barely started, and already the hotel lobby was filled with quiet energy. Parents hovered by their daughters, giving them last-minute pep talks, adjusting their backpacks, or simply standing by as they took in the unfamiliar faces around them. The squad list had been posted weeks ago, names studied and memorized. But now, looking around, the girls weren’t just names anymore. They were real, standing awkwardly in clusters, unsure of who to speak to first.

Tahlia Bliss stood next to her parents, hands tucked deep into her hoodie pocket, scanning the room. She wasn’t exactly nervous, she’d done enough training camps to know the routine, but this was different. This was England. And none of these girls were her teammates yet.

Across the lobby, a girl stood with her arms crossed, rocking on the heels of her trainers. She looked confident at first glance, but the way her eyes flickered around the room gave her away.

Tahlia took a deep breath and stepped forward, leaving her parents behind as she made her way over.

“You as bored as I am?” she asked, tilting her head.

The girl blinked, then let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Feels like we’re waiting for something to happen.”

Tahlia nodded. “Waiting for someone to be brave enough to talk first.”

The girl smirked. “Guess you win that one.”

Tahlia grinned. “Tahlia.”

“Georgia,” the girl replied.

Before either could say anything else, another voice cut in.

“Already making friends?”

They turned to see a girl standing nearby, arms loosely crossed, watching them with a raised eyebrow.

Georgia shrugged. “Suppose so.”

The girl sighed, as if she’d just lost a bet with herself. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to start it.”

Tahlia smiled. “Bad luck.”

The girl grinned. “I’m Ella.”

Before long, more girls edged closer. A tallish girl introduced herself as Lotte, standing beside a quieter girl, Ellie, who gave a small nod in greeting.

A brunette/blonde with an easy smile wandered over next. “What are we talking about?” she asked, slotting into the conversation like she’d always been there.

“Nothing much,” Tahlia said.

“Sounds thrilling.”

The girl smirked. “I’m Lauren.”

Slowly, more girls started inching forward. Esme, with her calm demeanor, and Alessia, who lingered at the edge for a moment before stepping in.

It wasn’t perfect, some girls spoke easily while others stayed quiet, offering only the occasional comment, but the group was forming.

Still, as Tahlia glanced around, she noticed one girl who hadn’t moved.

A light brunette girl stood off to the side, still close to her parents. She wasn’t clinging to them, but there was a hesitance in the way she stayed put, watching rather than joining.

Tahlia’s mum walked over and leaned in, whispering, “Go on, love. She looks like she could use a friend.”

Tahlia exhaled, then stepped away from the conversation, making her way over.

The girl looked up as she approached, her expression uncertain.

“Hey,” Tahlia said, her voice softer than before.

The girl hesitated. “Hi.”

“You alright?”

A small pause. Then, “Yeah.”

Tahlia smiled, not pushing. “I’m Tahlia.”

The girl took a breath. “Niamh.”

“Nice to meet you, Niamh.” Tahlia gestured toward the rest of the group. “Wanna come over?”

Niamh hesitated again, glancing at her mum, who gave her a reassuring nod.

Tahlia didn’t rush her. Instead, she gave a small shrug. “No pressure. Just figured it’d be better than standing around awkwardly.”

That got a small laugh out of Niamh, quiet, but real.

After another moment, she nodded.

Tahlia grinned. “Come on, then.”

As they walked back, the conversation naturally adjusted to include Niamh, no one making a big deal out of her arrival. The chatter picked up, laughter breaking through the initial awkwardness.

And just like that, the nerves of the morning started to fade.

They weren’t best friends yet.

But this? This was the start of something good.

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I don’t know if I love it or hate it but I will say that I’m happy to say we have a Fic for every era of Tahlia’s life anyways thanks for reading my requests are open in asks or messages thank you for reading

[missymurphy1985]

The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

[floralguccistyles]

epilogue

...he probably loves you

After four months of dating Niall, our families and friends still couldn’t believe it. 

Apparently, Niall’s feelings had only been apparent to my sisters, because when we told our parents that we were dating, they had stared at us with supportive confusion. Niamh had mourned the loss of the five hundred dollars four our Jamaica trip, but she had thrown an arm around my shoulders and congratulated me. And then, in a surprising turn of events, had started crying when Patrick announced he couldn’t contain himself anymore and proposed to her shortly after Niall and I had made our announcement. 

Niall had just smiled his beautiful smile at me and pulled me closer into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’ve just realized!” His mom shouted in the middle of our movie. It was Greg’s pick tonight, so naturally he had chosen a Disney movie that Theo would actually be interested in. His wife had already dozed off to sleep, pregnant with number two and according to Greg, “unable to stay awake for more than five minutes.”

“Christ, Mum,” Greg complained, jumping from her loud exclamation.

“We can get Rose and Niall couples gifts for their birthdays!”

Niall raised his brow. I was curled up against him, my own eyes falling shut every couple of moments. The new job working for Eric’s brand was exhilarating and exciting, but it was a lot of work getting a start up business off the ground. Often, I would come home late and simply collapse on my couch while Niall took pity on me and made me dinner.

“Mum, our birthdays are five days away. Have you not gotten us anything yet?” he joked, his thumb running back and forth across my arm.

“You’ve always been hard to shop for,” his mum said simply, waving us off, her brain looking like it was going a million miles a minute with the new possibility of a couple’s present. “Not you though, Rose. You’re an angel to shop for.”

I grinned up at Niall. “I’m an angel,” I whispered.

His nose wrinkled. “Whatever.” But he quickly kissed my nose, ignoring Violet’s protest against PDA.

Violet was sitting on the floor by my feet, her nose buried in her phone as she waited on a text from the cute guy in her summer anatomy class she had a crush on. She had been hesitant to tell me about him, but three weeks ago, at one of our weekly-Thursday lunches, she confessed that he’d asked her to study with him. After hearing that, I had pushed and demanded she show me a picture and tell me his name.

He seemed nerdy and sweet. His name was Arjun, and he had helped her study for the final, where he stammered his way through the entirety of their study session before blurting out that he thought she was pretty and wanted to take her on a date.

They had been texting each other back and forth since. 

“Don’t make a big deal out of this,” she had told Lily and I while we gushed over how cute it was that she had a crush on someone, especially after her good friend started dating the last guy she’d had feelings for. 

Lily, on my other side, was leaning on the arm of the couch, her eyes slowly blinking in and out of sleep. She officially had her law degree and was going through what her coworkers lovingly called “Hell Year.” Her first year of being a lawyer and dealing with all the shitty cases was getting to her. However, she still managed to drag herself to our weekly lunches and had even mentioned that she had decided to go on a weekend getaway to London with Carmen, her coworker.

Violet caught me looking at her phone and shielded it from my view. I just playfully kicked her side.

After the movie, Niall drove us back to my apartment. It was nothing special, just a one bedroom, one bath. But it was mine. And while I still didn’t sleep all the way through the night except on the nights when Niall stayed over, I was working on it. I unlocked the door and let the both of us in, kicking off my shoes and flipping the light switch on.

Before I could take another step, Niall’s arms were around my waist and his mouth was on mine. I would never get tired of his kisses, of the way his hands would tease under the hem of my shirt and touch my heated skin. He always kissed with an eagerness, the kind of happiness that only someone who had been in love for a long time possessed. 

“It’s so hard to sit next to you at family functions,” he sighed out against my lips. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Unlike my mother, I already got your birthday gift.”

“If you say my birthday gift is sex with you, I might actually have to hit you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That would be your birthday gift to me, Rosebud.” 

I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. We hadn’t taken that final leap into our physical relationship yet. He was cautious and I was still unsure it was something I was ready for after my incident with Kent. The group I had been attending had been a huge help and I got coffee with Wendi and Carlos (two sexual assault survivors I had met and befriended at group) occasionally. Still, there was a small part of me that wondered if I would ever truly get over it.

And I wondered if Niall resented that.

He saw the look on my face and his smile melted away. “I didn’t mean it like that, Rosebud. You know that,” he said softly, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“I know,” I replied, “I know. I’m sorry I’m a piece of work.”

He shook his head, his arms encircling me and pulling me into his body. “You are not a piece of work. You’re the girl I love and will continue to love, no matter what boundaries you set. You know that. Nothing could make me love you less.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Every time he told me he loved me, I got butterflies in my stomach and my lungs stopped working properly. “You staying over tonight?”

“If you want me here.”

I rolled my eyes. “I always want you here, Niall.” 

He kissed me again, his lips soft and gentle. “Mind if I shower really quick?”

“Go ahead. I’m gonna make some hot chocolate.”

I watched him walk up the stairs, a smile on my face when he turned back to wink at me. When I heard the shower start up in ym small bathroom, I turned towards my kitchen and grabbed two disposable coffee cups and a Sharpie. Niall liked his hot chocolate made with the little chocolate sticks I bought at the store, so I poured milk into the saucepan and heated it before depositing one of the little sticks inside. He was also a big baby who demanded the little marshmallows, so I grabbed the bag from my pantry and set them on the counter to add to his drink later.

My heart was pounding. I had been planning this for a while, but just tonight felt confident enough to do it. So I poured his hot chocolate into his cup with shaking hands and raised the Sharpie to the side of the cup, scribbling down the message. I still had pictures of all the notes he’d written me, including the one from this morning, when he had written “love you more than you know, Rosebud.”

And he did. He loved me more than I could ever comprehend. The four months being with him, he had never failed to show me just how much. He held me when I woke up with a nightmare, kissed me on the forehead when I was frustrated with work, held my hands when I got home from group. But I’d realized the things he’d done for me before, too. Like picking me up when Lily couldn’t, staying on the phone with me when I asked it of him, always making me laugh. 

Niall Horan truly loved me. More than I’d ever been loved.

And I needed him to know that his feelings were reciprocated.

I heard him before I saw him. He was loud as he walked over my hardwood floors, chattering on about some thought he had in the shower. I should have been a better girlfriend and listened properly, but my hands were still shaking and I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run away. I turned, catching sight of him in his comfy black sweats and a white tee with that signature grin on his face.

“I forgot my shampoo at my place, so I used yours and now I smell like a lovely lilac spring.”

Just like that, my nerves evaporated. I didn’t know how Niall did that, make me so sure of myself, but he did. This man loved me. And I loved him. He deserved to know how much and not have me chicken out at the last minute. 

I walked over to him, giving him a little sniff. “Very nice, very manly.”

“Nothing manlier than using my girl’s shampoo. Just shows how much I love her.”

“Is that what it does?” I asked playfully, reaching his cup out towards him. He took it in his hand, bringing it up to sip at it.

“Hey, you put in the little marshmallows this time,” he commented happily, taking another drink before he pulled the cup back. His large thumb covered my small writing, but he caught the tail of the ‘y’ and maneuvered his hand so he could read it. I saw the moment the words caught up with him, the moment he registered what I had written.

I love you more than you know.

“Rosebud…” His voice was delicate, like it could shatter in a single moment. “Do you mean it?”

In lieu of a response, I took the hot chocolate cup out of his hands and set in on the coffee table. I grasped his face in my hands, giving him a watery smile. “Thank you for being patient with me. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he breathed out. I felt honored and cherished when I saw the tears in his eyes just from my simple confession. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So much.”

The earth could have collapsed around us. The ground could have opened up and swallowed us whole. All that mattered was Niall as he surged forward and kissed me hungrily, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. His hands were tightly wound in my hair, but didn’t pull or tug. He just held me there, like if he let me go I would dissipate. He’d never kissed me like this, but I’d never kissed him when he was a Niall who knew how much I loved him. And he’d never kissed the Rose that had finally stopped running and admitted her feelings to him.

“My birthday present to you feels shitty now.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled to the surface. “This wasn’t your birthday gift.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “This was more. So much more.”

He kissed me again, his touch sure and unwavering. “Thanks for loving me, Rosebud,” he whispered, repeating my words from so many months ago. 

So I decided to repeat his back. “It’s the easiest thing in the world, Niall.”

~

Oh my god. Wildflower is over. I cannot believe this. This started as a random thought in my head one day because I needed a good friends to lovers but with a twist, and suddenly Rose was born. This is the first story I’ve finished on this blog and will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you to everyone for reading this little story and for all your support. I refuse to let go of Niall and Rose forever, so don’t be surprised if I write little drabbles for them, but I’m excited for what the future holds in terms of my writing. 

I give one big giant virtual hug to all of you. You don’t know how much you guys mean to me.

[littlegrrl7]

A Dance for Three

Ikemen Vampire Big Bang 2021

Pairing: Comte/Leonardo/MC

Smut with plot 18+ NSFW

Masterlist for 7 chapters 17k words

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Chapter 7- Consummation

 Niamh waited in the shadows, wrapped in Leonardo’s embrace, as Comte spoke to a man at the entrance to the labyrinth. She caught snippets of the conversation,

 The maze was closed, the man apologized, the garden was undergoing renovations.

 Niamh strained to hear, distracted as she was by Leonardo’s fingers stroking along her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undercurve of her breast before he pulled her back against his chest. His lips were hot on her neck, eagerly sucking at her flesh. She bit her lip to hold in a moan and saw the liveried servant glance at her before accepting a small pouch from Comte. He then stepped aside with a bow, lowering his eyes.

 “It would seem Comte has procured us a private place to view tonight’s fireworks, cara mia,” Leonardo whispered into her ear with a low chuckle. He took her hand, leading her forward. Comte gestured them into the hedge maze with a sly grin as he fell into step behind them.

 Niamh was quickly lost in the darkness just a few steps in. She stumbled slightly on the uneven path.

 “Comte, I can’t see.”

 He glanced up at the nearly full moon. To his eyes, everything was awash in silvery light. He could easily pick out each leaf of the high twisting bushes that flanked the stone path. He glanced at Leonardo, and the large man nodded, then swept Niamh up into his arms in a bridal carry.

 Leonardo kissed her, his lips lingering on hers until he felt her body melt against his; Comte moved to face them, nuzzling into her neck, his hand sliding under her skirts to trace her silk stockings up to her thigh.

 “Is that better, mon cœur?” Comte questioned as Leonardo released her from his kiss. Niamh nodded, and he brushed a light kiss onto her warmed lips then leaned closer, his mouth on Leonardo’s. The larger man gasped in surprise then moaned, his arms tightening around Niamh. She watched them, lips meeting as if they had been starved, the passion in that small touch spoke volumes. Niamh didn’t know how Leonardo could have possibly denied his feelings for Comte for so long. It was obvious it was deeper than a casual desire for intimacy. They parted with a soft sigh, Comte glanced at her, a slight flush on his pale cheeks. She winked.

 “It seems I have a good seat for the show,” her saucy tone made Leo laugh. He lifted her higher, adjusting his grip.

 “Hold tight, cara mia, while we find the center of the labyrinth.”

 The warmth radiating off him made Niamh feel languid and tight all at the same time. Her arm was up over his shoulder, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Comte walked before them. Every time he paused, Leonardo would nuzzle her neck; and then move lower, placing soft kisses on the swell of her breasts. Niamh heard a faint rattle as Comte pushed open an iron gate, and the three of them entered a partially landscaped clearing.

 “Ah, here we are.” He held his hand out to her as Leo set her feet on the ground.

 Niamh stepped forward into the moonlit courtyard in the center of the labyrinth. Buckets of plants and piles of stone lay to one side. A sizable open stonework gazebo was in the center. Comte took her hand, smoothly bringing her against him. His fingers trailed along her jaw, tipping her head up. His lips covered hers long and slow, his tongue swept along her lower lip then teased lightly at hers. He led her forward, seating her astride the stone bench at the center of the structure. Wordlessly he sat behind her, his lips going to the seductively pale curve of her neck. Niamh's eyes caught Leonardo’s as he hesitated at the entrance, she beckoned him forward, then drew him into a sweet kiss. Leaning forward, she whispered into his ear:

 “Unlace my dress.”

 Burnished gold eyes studied her a moment, then his fingers moved to the front laces, slowly untying them. His gaze moved from her to Comte questioningly as the dress loosened around her slim form, dropping from her shoulders. Comte growled his approval, his lips moving to cover the now bared flesh. Niamh’s fingers caressed the lapels of Leo’s jacket, and then she pulled him into her embrace, slanting her lips over his. Leo moaned low against her lips, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. Comte tugged the dress down to her waist, his deft fingers already working at the lacings of her underpinnings.

 Her hands dragged down Leonardo’s chest, hooking into his pants. He drew back as he felt Niamh unfasten them, his cock falling heavily into her soft hands.

 “Let me taste you?” she whispered against his cheek. His eyes flew open, catching Comte’s knowing gaze. The blond gave him a small nod as he finished loosening the stays of her corset and slid the garment off. A slight tug, and her chemise pooled around her waist, leaving her glorious breasts bare. Leo stood, a strangled gasp parted his throat as he felt Niamh’s hot mouth glide over the hard length of him. Her fingers tugged his pants down further, thumbs stroking along the sharp, sculpted line of his hips. Leo watched her cheeks hollow as she drew him in.

 Comte’s hands slid forward, both concealing and revealing her breasts in a teasing way. Leo caught a glimpse of her bright red nipples flushed and tight with her pleasure like ripe little cherries. God, how he desired to suck on them. His hips moved, thrusting shallowly into her sweet mouth. Comte stood and watched them a moment while he undressed. Then, naked, he moved closer, his hand stroking down Leonardo's back, squeezing a handful of his tight ass. Their lips met. Fangs dragged over Leo’s plush lower lip, and his soft pleading whimper entwined with the night. Comte pulled the larger man’s jacket off, tossing it onto the bench, then untied the carefully knotted cravat with a wicked grin.

 “I always loved the look of you half-clothed,” his voice was husky as he undid the pearl buttons on his dress shirt, leaving it to hang open. Comte ran a hand down his chest, traced Niamh’s cheek, then cupped his balls, tugging pleasurably. The sensation of his hands and Niamh’s questing mouth were overwhelming. Leo tipped his head back, his lashes fluttering closed on his cheeks. Comte sat again behind Niamh, his fingers stroking her thighs, then moving higher to dip into her silky folds.

 “Ahh, Leonardo, you’ve made her so wet, so welcoming for me.” A few more strokes with his fingers and Comte gently lifted her up onto his lap, sinking his cock into her heat. Niamh moaned against Leo, taking him as deep as she could. She started moving on Comte’s lap, his hands sliding forward again, one stroking her clit teasingly the other cupping her left breast.

 Leo watched him teasing her, even as her nimble tongue slid over him, coaxing waves of pleasure through his body. Her hands moved lower, cupping his ass, bringing him into her. He growled softly, his hands moving to her shoulders. Comte grinned and nipped his fingers then took one into his mouth, sucking it in rhythm with his thrusting hips. It was all too much on his senses, and it had been so long. He felt himself tighten at the sensation. His breaths more ragged, He cupped Niamh’s cheek.

 “Niamh, I won’t last much longer,” he gritted out, doing his best to hold back. She stroked the flat of her tongue along the sensitive underside, and everything in him roared to completion. He thrust hard, her fingers dug into his ass, pulling him tight to her as her throat flexed on his cock. She swallowed, then gasped against him. Leo immediately straddled the bench before her, his hands stroking her face, holding her close. Comte slowed his strokes, drawing them out into something akin to sensual torture.

 Niamh looked into Leo’s burnished gold eyes, a smile curling her passion swollen lips.

 “I like the way you taste.”

 His lips covered hers again, then moved lower, finally tasting and teasing her pouty nipples. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, her breathless moans caressed his skin. Comte’s hands slid to her hips, rocking her back into him. The sensation of his smooth hands on her hips and Leo’s rough ones on her breasts was more exquisite than she had ever imagined. She leaned back against Comte, eyes closed as her body trembled, clenching down on the hard length of him. Her hands twined through Leonardo's hair as he suckled her nipples, nipping them lightly, playing just to hear her soft cries, and then she was coming. He covered her lips with his swallowing down her loud squeals of pleasure. A few more thrusts and Comte grunted, spending himself within her. His head pressed to her shoulder blades, soft blond hair tickling along her skin.

 They panted together in the moonlight. Soft touches and softer words echoed between the three lovers. Leonardo embraced Niamh to him, then let his hands drift to Comte, grazing down the bare flesh of his ribs in a tender caress. Amber eyes opened, and the man raised his head to gaze at his oldest friend.

 A sparkle of golden light in the sky followed by a crackle startled the three of them, and then Leonardo let out a soft chuckle.

 “Ah, see, we are on time for the show.”

 “Thank goodness you have impeccable timing,” Niamh teased back as she slid off Comte to rest nestled between his thighs. His arms went around her, his lips nuzzling affectionately against her neck.

 Murmured ‘I love yous’ suddenly had Leonardo feeling as if he was intruding on their moment. He stood, red light glowing over him from a flower bloom of fireworks.

 “Leo?” Niamh looked up, confused. Her skirts were in disarray, her pinned hair falling down in loose coppery coils, his eyes moved to her chest, then back up to her face. She was stunning disheveled like this. He wanted to hold her, to let this night continue. To be included. But perhaps it was time to go; it was nice that they allowed him to share in their affections for this one moment.

 Comte watched him silently, not wanting to sway his decision. It would hurt terribly if the man threw up his walls again now. He clenched a fist in Niamh’s skirts and waited.

 Niamh rose, “Leo, can you help me get these skirts off? It’s so hot, I’m sure it will be more comfortable for you to lay against my skin.”

 And there it was, Comte tilted his head with a smile.

 Leo stepped forward into her arms, his hands going to the fastenings on her skirts, ghosting along the silk of her skin as he slid them off. He let her lead him back. Niamh reclined against Comte, shadowed in a glitter of blue and gold as the sky lit up behind her. She pulled Leo down to lie between her thighs. He nestled his head in her lap with a soft sigh, his fingers tracing the red silk of her stockings.

 A burst of crimson and gold went off. Niamh trailed her fingers through his hair, then caressed his broad shoulders.

 “Isn’t that better?” She murmured to him.

 “Almost…” Leonardo turned his head, nuzzling into her passion soaked skin. The scent of her and Comte surrounded him, and it drove him to drag one long slow lick up her slit. To have both of them at once was divine, a dream, certainly something he’d never thought to suggest. He nuzzled into her deeper, she gasped writhing, and he felt Comte pin Niamh down, holding her still.

 “Now, now, ma chérie, you invited the man between your thighs, hold still while he feasts on you.” Comte’s hands went back to her breasts. She felt his fangs drag slowly over her shoulder then tease the sensitive skin at the join of her throat. Leo’s tongue plunged inside her, and she bucked only to have Comte hold her down firmer with a low chuckle. Leonardo hummed in pleasure against her soaked pussy.

 “Ahh, Comte, she gushes and clenches every time you pin her. I never thought sweet Niamh would like such things.” He blew a breath of cool air over her heated flesh, and she groaned. Comte tweaked her bright cherry nipples, and the squeal was barely covered by the next boom of fireworks.

 “She is a treasure, mon ami, one we are both happy to share with you.”

 Leonardo nestled back in, lapping her like sweet cream. At her moans, his fangs dropped, sliding over her swollen skin. He reached up, grasping Comte’s hand at her hip.

 Comte lathed her neck, sucking it gently until she cried out under him. He gave Leonardo a wink, his fangs extending, then slipped them painlessly into her ivory flesh.

 Niamh trembled, her thighs shaking with the waves of pleasure and heat radiated outward from his bite. Leonardo lapped and teased, his fangs lightly tracing her most delicate flesh.

 “Leo, please?” she was mindless with pleasure. The pleading tone sent him over the edge. He sunk his fangs into the softness of her inner thigh, drinking down her sweet life essence mixed with the juices of her pleasure. The climax of booming fireworks drowned out her cries. Niamh went limp, a pleasant, sated smile on her lips.

 Leo raised himself up, wiping his chin with a smile. His burnished golden eyes met with Comte’s, and he leaned forward for a slow, passionate kiss. Leonardo leaned back, gazing over the blissed-out smiling Niamh. She had slid down now, so her head rested in Comte’s lap. The double bite sent her into an erotic dream state.

 “You know this isn’t just for tonight.” Comte reached out tracing Leonardo’s cheek, then tenderly cupped the back of his head, bringing him in for another kiss. Leonardo leaned into it, relishing the taste of him. “When I asked you to join us, I intended for you to share our lives, not just an evening’s entertainment.”

 “Are you certain? I’ve seen you be possessive with Niamh. You won’t let other men dance with her at social functions. How can you-“

 “Because it’s you, Leo. I don’t feel the jealousy when it’s you. It just feels…” Comte paused a moment, he took Leo’s hand in his, resting it tenderly on Niamh’s shoulder.

 “Right,” Leonardo gave Comte’s hand a gentle squeeze.

 “We should get her home and tucked into our bed.” Comte gazed down at Niamh resting content in his arms, naked in the hot summer air except for those silky red stockings. “I’d like it if you’d join us to sleep.”

 “I’d love that.” Leonardo leaned in for another kiss, one of many to come.

[illegalcerebral]

If Not Victory, Then Revenge - Part Eight

A/N: Spencer/Reader CW: for violence throughout. This story is my entry for @dontshootmespence‘s angst alphabet. I chose V for Vengeance.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist 

Your head throbbed like you were hung over but a hundred times worse. Bits and pieces flashed in your mind, too hazy to grab on to and too disconnected for you to make out what had happened. You tried to swallow but your mouth and throat was so dry it hurt.

Pain pricked your consciousness first. Besides your head, your back, shoulders, and legs ached and it took a moment to realise it was probably due to the hard bed you were laying on.

Except it wasn’t a bed.

You tried to sit up and your head slammed into something hard almost instantly, as did your knees. Panic rose in you as you reached out in all directions only to be met with rough wood.

A coffin.

Realisation hit you like a freight train and your breathing grew ragged. You were dying, trapped and no one knew where you were.

Spencer knew you had been taken. But where was he? Was he trapped too or was he dead? Tears burned your cheeks and you pounded the lid of the coffin in frustration. It groaned in response, dirt spilling through the cracks in the boards, making you choke.

Keeping calm would save your life. There was a finite amount of air and panicking would only use it up faster. You tried to steady your breaths and slow your heartbeat.

Niamh. Niamh had been there with who you assumed was Cat. There had been a knife and blood and…

You heaved, your chest burning. Niamh had been working with the Cat the whole time and now she was dead. It was too much to process. You were swinging wildly between grief and outrage. 

No, you didn’t have time for that. You shoved all that pain to the side and focused on your surroundings.

The wood was soft and rough. There were splinters in your palms already. It might yield if you pushed hard enough but you had no way of knowing how deep in the ground you were. Shouting would just use up precious oxygen and you doubted you were buried anywhere you could be heard.

All you had were the pyjamas you were wearing in bed. The thin cotton did little to protect you from the wood and you couldn’t fashion a tool. Tears pricked your eyes as a feeling of utter hopelessness crashed over you.

You tried to think back to the night before, kissing Spencer and falling asleep in his arms. You wanted to recapture a little of how that had made you feel as if it could spark something that would help you get free.

“How about for tonight you just hold me?” you asked, “then when all this is over…”

Fuck this, you thought, your focus becoming razor sharp. You needed to live. You need to kiss Spencer and take care of The Inn and make sure Cat and Niamh went to prison for the rest of their lives.

The only way out was up. You would rather die trying to escape than lie there slowly suffocating. You pulled the bottom of your shirt up over your face to stop you breathing in any dirt and then you pounded the lid as hard as you could with your fists and feet.

Pain shot through you blow after blow but you kept going even as the splinters sliced your skin open and you could feel the blood dribbling down your arms. The wood creaked and earth rained down around you. You rolled your head from side to side as it piled up over your make shift mask but you didn’t pause in fighting your way out.

Your fist connected with dirt rather than wood. The hole was small but it was enough to start tearing the planks free and push them to the side. Then you sunk your hands into the dirt above you and pulled yourself up.

The panic rose again as you found yourself completely surrounded. Your shirt slipped back down and even though you clamped your lips shut you were still swallowing and breathing in dirt.

Don’t stop, don’t stop.

Your lungs began to burn. You needed to breathe desperately but there was no air. It was hard to get a grip so all you could do was flail upwards.

This is it; I’m going to die.

It was like there were two voices in your head. One sobbed for you to give up, weeping for the friends and family you would never see again. The other screamed at you to just keep moving. You had to help Spencer. You had to protect Laurie and Amy-Beth. You had too much to live for.

The second voice won and though your body had been pushed past the point of exhaustion you kept pulling yourself upwards until your hand broke through. Closer to the surface you could make out a muffled sound. With nothing to grab onto it was harder to pull yourself up. All you needed was to get your head out so you could breathe but there was nothing to grab on to. The muffled sound grew louder and the earth packed around you vibrated.

You needed to breathe, everything was getting woozy. Maybe just a little rest…

“Is that him?”

“Spread out, Adams could still be in the area.”

“Hold on!”

A hand grabbed yours and you were pulled upwards. There was air and light but the latter was strange. More hands pulled you out of the ground but you were dizzy and everyone’s faces went dark.

*

“We’ll find them.” Emily was anticipating Hotch’s gentle reassurance and for a moment it felt like it did before the Doyle fiasco. Everything was going to be okay because Aaron Hotchner said so. Then the EMT wheeled out the body bag with Niamh in it and the certainty faded.

“You know, before he went to prison I told Spencer I was proud of him. I was. So fucking proud Aaron. He’s always been a fighter, always been resilient and right now he needs to tap into that more than ever.” Emily sniffed.  “I can’t help but wonder if I put too much pressure on him by saying that. Maybe if he’d felt like he could trust me more he would have come to me and Mexico wouldn’t have happened and Diana would be alive and-“

Hotch shook his head and pulled her close. The suddenness of the gesture made Emily speechless and for a moment she just froze until, hesitantly, she put her arms around Hotch, burying her face in his shirt.

“You did everything you could. You’re doing everything you can. Reid’s not a child; he has control over his own choices.”

“Uh guys? I have Garcia on the phone.” They didn’t break apart as quickly as Emily feared when JJ approached them but the embrace had still ended too soon for her. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around herself to recapture some of that grounded feeling Hotch had given her.

“Okay so all I could find was a regular card payment that Daniel Adams made every Saturday morning at a diner at the foot of the mountains. He ordered the same thing week in week out until it closed about a year ago. It was very popular among hikers,” explained Garcia. “Looking back over his financials I think he took Cat there as a kid.”

“I’m thinking this was Daniel’s one link to his old life,” JJ added, “and if it’s abandoned it’s a good place to take Spence and Y/N and do…” She trailed off leaving an uneasy silence in her wake.

“Get Weaver,” Hotch said thickly, “we need to move now.”

They were so close. There was a chair and restraints in a back room and evidence that someone had been hiding out in the diner for a while. But once again Cat fucking Adams was one step ahead of them. CSU had followed them to scene but there was no way they would find something in time. Emily stared down at the chair, trying to imagine Spencer tied up there. He would talk his way out of it. Whatever else you could say about Cat Adams she loved getting into it with Reid, she’d let him talk. He was her one weakness.

“I don’t think Cat was keeping two people here,” JJ appeared at her side, “Y/N could be leverage to get Spence to do what Cat wants.”

“No, that’s not her game.” Emily rubbed her face. “We’ve got to think like Spencer. He’s gone at this alone but he needs connection, contact. He obviously roped Y/N into helping him with Daniel Adams but what if it was something more?”

“Fuck. So Cat sees her as a romantic rival? She could be dead already,” JJ hissed. “I should have let him choke her.”

Emily looked at her in shock. Hotch, fresh from briefing Weaver, approached just in time to catch JJ’s words.

“I know it’s terrible! She was pregnant and Spence is federal agent and I couldn’t let him choke her to death in custody but…fuck! It would have saved us a lot of trouble now.” Hotch’s gaze swung between JJ and Emily. His face had settled into that familiar mask.

“Weaver’s men found tracks heading into the woods. We’re forming teams. I’ll take Alvez and head South West. You two go in the opposite direction.” Before either woman could respond he had gone.

“I stand by what I said,” JJ kicked the chair, sending it toppling. The clatter echoed around the room.

“So do I,” Emily said. “Let’s go.”

It was one of Weaver’s officers who found you trying to claw your way out of the dirt. You were clearly disorientated as Emily tried to speak to you.

“Niamh. She helped that woman and-“

“We know.” Emily shrugged off her FBI jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders though you weren’t shaking from the cold.

“I thought I was going to die. Spencer… Spencer? Is he okay, have you found him?”

“Not yet but we’re going to. I need you to go with this officer-“

“I’m not leaving until I know Spencer’s okay!”

Emily opened her mouth to argue and a gunshot rang through the trees.

*

Dawn was breaking as Cat forced Spencer out of the diner and across the parking lot towards the hiking trail. Everything was completely still and the only sound was distant birdsong. It all felt wrong, far too peaceful when you were out there somewhere.

“Is there a time limit?” Spencer glanced at his watch.

“Yeah I guess you could say that,” Cat laughed, “I’m guessing there’s about two hours of air.”

“What does tha- wait. You buried her?” Panic surged in Spencer’s chest as Cat smirked at him.

“Since time is of the essence I’ll give you a helping hand to start. Take the path on the right first.”

They continued in that vein a little while, Spencer choosing a direction and then Cat gleefully informing him whether he’d chosen right or not.

Spencer stopped dead, Cat almost walking into him. She aimed the gun at his face as he turned round.

“What’s your game? Usually there’s questions and riddles and bullshit like that. You really expect me to believe that you’re happy to wander round like this? No, it’s not cruel enough for you,” said Spencer. His hands were balled into fists. There would no way to find you in time but then he wasn’t supposed to. Just like the team wasn’t supposed to save his mother. Just like Spencer wasn’t supposed to admit he and Cat deserved each other so she could throw it in his face.

As the revelation hit him, it felt like everything became dead still. The birdsong turned into white noise and all he was aware of was the smug look on Cat’s face.

“You think I’m cruel?” Cat pouted. “Rich coming from a guy who choked a pregnant woman.”

“You deserved it.”

“And my baby?”

“A mercy killing. No child deserves to have a monster like you for a parent.” Something seemed to flicker for a moment behind Cat’s eyes. It was brief but Spencer caught it. His mouth twisted into a smile.

“Touched a nerve there?”

“No. Keep moving. Y/N hasn’t got long and-“

“I have no idea how long I was out. Y/N’s probably suffocated by now and we’re wandering round in circles. Is that the game? You want me to find her body?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time would it?” Cat hissed. Her fingers flexed on the gun and Spencer shifted his weight in anticipation. “At least you got some action with this one first. Poor Maeve. Though she had that fiancé right? Maybe she got the goods from him while stringing you along.”

It took all of Spencer’s self control not to hurl himself forward and go for Cat’s throat.

“So that is what it is. You want to show me I’m a failure. That I can’t save the people I love. Odd angle but I guess it makes sense in a way.” Spencer gave a small shrug and suppressed a grin as frustration pulled Cat’s face into a grimace.

“Meaning?”

“No one’s ever loved you enough to fight for you. Yes I couldn’t save my Mom or Maeve or Y/N but I cared enough to try. Your mother stayed with your father and didn’t fight him off.  He ran from you the first chance he got. Everyone who’s ever worked with you either had to be seduced or bribed or manipulated. No one ever chose you Cat.”

There it was, the rage in her eyes that told Spencer he was right. He’d hit a nerve and struck gold. Now he just needed to get her to lose focus.

“Poor Cat, only good for fucking or killing and then casting aside. You’re a human void, a placeholder. If your mother hadn’t died she would have left you too because you’re a cancer that consumes everything it come into contact with. Maybe she just gave up rather than have to look after you day after day.”

Spencer was ready for the gunshot, diving downwards and barrelling into Cat. She screamed like a rabid animal, tearing at his face and hair with her nails. Spencer could feel the blood trickling down his cheeks and the sting of open wounds but he ignored it, slamming his fist into Cat’s jaw.

They both clambered to their feet, breathing heavily and circling each other. Cat spat blood out onto the ground, snarling. Spencer was sure he’d managed to fracture her nose too. A savage satisfaction rose in him.

The gun was gone and as soon as Cat saw Spencer register that she broke into a run, up the slope and through the trees. Without hesitation Spencer raced after her, his blood on fire and the only thing he was focused on was catching up to her and ending this as quickly as he could.

Cat was fast but Spencer was more determined. His clothes snagged on branches and pain bloomed in every muscle and joint but he kept going, never losing sight of her.

Then there was a flash of something ahead, darting out of the trees right in Cat’s path making her skid to a halt.

It was you.

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After Camlann Big Bang 2019 Masterlist

Thank you to all our wonderful writers, artists, beta readers and hype readers who participated in this years After Camlann Big Bang! We hope you will consider participating again this year! Below is the final masterlist for After Camlann 2019:

Title: Arthur in Avalon Author: harlequin aka slashweaver Artist: altocello Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Guinevere (background), Elyan/Niamh, Arthur/Lancelot, Arthur/Merlin (endgame); Arthur, Niamh and Orlaith (original characters, both Sidhe), Lancelot, Freya, Elyan, Gaius, Merlin Rating: Explicit Word count: 29,000 Summary: Arthur died in Merlin’s arms, and he’d thought that was the end of his story – but then he wakes up in agony in Avalon, as the Sidhe remove Mordred’s sword-point from his flesh. Soon Arthur is convalescing, and befriending Niamh, daughter of the Sidhe Queen Orlaith. He meets up with other old friends in Avalon, too, who find contentment in this place, but Arthur can never quite settle. He wants to return to the mortal world and continue his work. Orlaith tells him that’s possible – but first the Sidhe want something in return for healing him.

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Title: Mock the Time Author: seaweed-is-cool Artist: valika56 Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Guinevere (canon), Arthur/Merlin, Merlin, Arthur, Guinevere, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, Mordred, Morgana, Aithusa, Nusar (OC), Daegal, Gaius Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 49,905 Summary: Magic has returned to Camelot in all its glory in the hope that one day Merlin may return. Three years after his banishment (that only lasted three days truth be told), Merlin does so but appears to be a changed man. Yet appearances can be deceiving. Although Merlin may be familiar to the prospect of treason whilst under the thumb of the usurper of Essetir, the question remains whether he'll be able to betray his destiny. Whether he'll be able to betray the man that he loves. Post S4 AU

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Title: A single man in possession of a good fortune Author: slantedknitting Artist: @merlocked18 Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Mithian, Arthur/Elena, Arthur/Gwaine, Arthur/Others, Arthur, Merlin, Mithian, Elena, Gwaine, Percy, Mordred, Sophia, Vivian, Gwen, Leon, Kilgharrah, Uther, Morgana, Hunith Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,000 Summary: Arthur is the first openly bisexual Leading Man on the popular dating show, Most Eligible, where he’s meant to find his one true love—and get engaged. He comes to the show with the goal of finding a wife, but he still has to date all of the male contestants. And one of them, a certain Merlin, keeps making it harder and harder to stick to his original plans. Arthur knows what he wants though, and he’s pretty such it’s Mithian. Or is it Elena? Could it be Gwaine? Maybe it’s actually Merlin after all? What a pickle.

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Title: Counterfeit Princess Author: JessicaMDawn / Artist: delicious-irony Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot; Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Gwaine, Gaius, Lancelot, Will, Agravaine, etc. Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 33,570 Summary: Morgana le Fay is Duchess of Ealdor, a moderately sized city in the kingdom of Albion. Her two best friends are Gwen, her handmaid, and Merlin, the physician’s assistant. One day news arrives that Prince Arthur is coming to town to meet her, but why? When Morgana goes missing the day before Prince Arthur arrives, Gwen approaches Merlin with an idea: Merlin can pretend to be Morgana until the Lady is found. The idea is ludicrous - not least of all because Merlin is a man - but with a little bit of magic it might actually work. The plan starts out well, with Morgana’s guard out searching for her while Merlin distracts the prince…except that Merlin finds himself falling in love with Arthur, who is visiting with the intention of making Morgana his queen. A gender bending fairy tale fic.

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Title: The Prat Whisperer Author: bunnysworld Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Percy, Morgana, Leon, Aggravaine, some minor OCs and a horse Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,260 Summary: Arthur buys a beautiful stallion that turns out to be un-ride-able. Morgana convinces him to seek help from a horse whisperer. Arthur doesn't believe in such stuff, but he's at his wit's end, so he allows Morgana to make the call. Merlin and his crew come to Camelot Estates to help a horse in need. Will he be able to whisper to the horse? And probably its owner, too?

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Title: Of Lions, Foxes and Bears Author: Szpurka Artist: Chikynosora Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Will, Hunith, Gwaine, Jarl Rating: Explicit Word count: 43,472 Summary: Five years ago in The Great War Against Sorcery Prince Arthur went missing in the middle of a battlefield. WIth King Uther’s untimely death a few months later, the war ended. Then Agravaine (late Ygraine’s younger brother) has settled on the throne of Camelot, seemingly a friend of all things magic. Now, a wounded unconscious man emerges from the lake near Ealdor, where Merlin does his laundry. Merlin’s fascination with the man pushes him right into the heart of an intrigue he never dreamed of, filled with revenge, politics and adventures. He also learns more about himself, his powers and his destiny, all the while trying to help keep his heart from being corrupted by blood and war.

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Title: Travel far enough, you’ll meet yourself Author: slantedknitting Artist: @schweet_heart Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Mithian, Arthur, Merlin, Mithian, Elena, Gwaine, Gwen, Lancelot, Kilgharrah, Gaius, Hunith Rating: Explicit Word count: 31,000 Summary: Merlin has his father’s journals and spell books, but he wants a deeper connection to the history of magic in his family, so he studies abroad in Estonia where his father used to live. There, he meets Arthur, who seems to be coming under attack from mysterious people in Tallinn. Merlin’s never been very good at wielding his own magic, but it starts working with him more and more as he uses it to protect himself—and to protect Arthur. Too bad Arthur is a standoffish prat who probably doesn’t deserve the help, but Merlin’s magic doesn’t seem to mind.

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Title: draíocht Author: amuk Artist: Nivelle Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin, Lancelot, Gwaine, Tristan, Morgana, Mordred, Percival, Leon, Elyan Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 27,000 Summary: Arthur will return, at a time of great need. Well, the king had returned, along with all of his knights, but Merlin wasn't quite clear about the 'great need' part. Maybe it was the fact that Morgana and Morded had returned too, proving it wasn't just the good who got reincarnated. Or maybe it was just Arthur's great need, since Gwen might have returned but she didn't seem to care for him much. Or maybe the great need was the headache forming in Merlin's forehead and all he really needed as an aspirin.

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Title: A Dream Doesn’t Become Reality Through Magic Author: violeteyedhair Artist: siennavie Pairings/Characters: Gwaine/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen, Percival, Gaius, Nimueh Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 26,000 Summary: When Gwaine finds Merlin unconscious, he can’t help but follow the man he loves into a strange, enchanted dream world where the Purge never happened and Merlin’s magic is celebrated. He has to convince Merlin that returning to a world where he hides his magic is somehow best. They then uncover the source of the enchantment, and that Arthur, too, has been trapped in a dream, along with everyone else. And to make matters worse, all of this is getting in the way of his courtship with Merlin, which is horribly troublesome and not exactly going as planned…

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Title: War of Attrition Author: DLanaDHZ Artist: Lefayeart Pairings/Characters: endgame Merlin/Arthur, early Merlin/Gwaine, Lancelot/Gwen, Gaius, Hunith, Uther, brief appearances by Will and Elyan. Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 36,818 Summary: Moving to a new university to live closer to his mother, who has had a recent health scare, really shouldn't be this difficult. However, Merlin's new roommate, Arthur Pendragon, is determined to force Merlin to move out before he's even moved in! A prank war ensures, personal items go missing, and parties are minefields. Merlin's dorm life royally sucks, but not everything is terrible at school. He's got some new friends, including the sweet Gwen, and there's a sexy footballer named Gwaine who's too suave for his own good. Anything can happen in college, even going from enemies to friends to... more? Man, feelings are complicated.

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Title: Sea Change Author: fictionista654 Artist: mistbornhero Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Freya/Nimueh, Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, Freya, Nimueh Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 50,816 Summary: Ever since his mother died in a boat crash two years ago, Arthur Pendragon has been wracked with guilt and grief. His one touchstone is an online novel called The Ladies of the Lake. When Arthur sends the author Dragoon the Great a complimentary email, it sparks an online friendship. In his emails to Dragoon, Arthur can pretend that his life isn’t a total disaster. In reality, his therapist is forcing him to spend the summer in the beach town where his mother died. There he meets and falls in love with the completely weird, utterly lovable Merlin. But Merlin has his own baggage, which threatens to destroy their burgeoning relationship.

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Title: A Window in Time Author: Ivalee Artist: aarins_rou / brolinskeep Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Gwaine Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 29,676 Summary: Geophysicist, Arthur Pendragon, receives a grant from his sister's company for a research venture in a newly discovered cave. His first day on the project, Arthur follows a mysterious voice into a small cavern. He finds himself talking with Merlin, who claims to be a sorcerer from the 14th century. Arthur becomes so enamored with his new friend that he won't leave the cave, which naturally concerns his sister, and not just because she needs his research to increase profits. When Merlin is captured for using magic, Arthur is desperate to rescue him, but how can he help someone 700 years in the past?

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Title: Vârcolac Author: rotrude Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur; minor Gwen/Daegal Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,000 Summary: 1740, Young Queen Maria Theresa of Austria sends Hauptmann Arthur Pendrachen and Leutnant Oberarzt Merlin Emriß to Transylvania, currently belonging to the Austrian Crown, with the task of dissuading the locals from believing in legends and myths that are archaic, provincial and frankly absurd. This is the Century of Philosphers, the Age of Enlightment and the state must spread rationality and scientific thinking all around! In short Pendrachen and Emriß are to drive some sense into those credulous peasants who still believe in the undead, also known as vârcolaci, moroi -- vampires. It all starts to plan, but their journey journey ends up being fraught with less Enlightment and more peril than they'd wagered for.

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Title: Lay Your Head Down on the Shoulder of a Good Friend Author: skitz_phenom Artist: siennavie Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Uther, Ygraine, Balinor, Hunith, Leon, Elyan, Lancelot, Percival, Gwaine, Guinevere, Gaius, Kilgharrah, Nimueh, addt’l Rating: Explicit Word count: 97,000 Summary: With Camelot readying for the upcoming gathering of rulers of the Southern Kingdoms to discuss peace, Uther has tasked Arthur with an additional duty: befriend the Prince of Essetir and learn anything he can of King Balinor, and of magic, and of dragons, that might be of interest should the treaty not succeed. That's easier said than done, as he and Prince Merlin don't exactly hit it off immediately. But, befriending Merlin and learning of magic and life in Essetir leads Arthur down the paths of discovering long held secrets surrounding his own birth, and his mother's ill health, and his father's hatred of all things magic. Adding even more complications to the mix are rowdy knights, frustrating princesses, a possible traitor in their midst, and an overly-verbose dragon; not to mention the burgeoning and peculiar feelings for his fellow prince that Arthur struggles to put a name to.

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Title: Gladiator Author: @clea2011 Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur Rating: Mature Word count: 115,000 Summary: When Cenred and his army of sorcerers conquer Camelot, Arthur loses everything. His home, his kingdom, his father, his sister… all are taken from him and he's forced to fight for his life for public entertainment. Thrown in with strangers, Arthur makes new friends and dangerous enemies. He knows he’s probably living on borrowed time but one man and a baby dragon just might make a difference - if he can survive his next fight.

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Title: Take Us Back Author: sdewan6 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Morgana, Leon/Percival Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 28,000 Summary: All of Arthur's and Merlin's friends are dead (Gwen, Elyan, Gwaine) or dying (Gaius). They fight themselves to move past it as other kingdoms circle greedily to take advantage of their weakened state after the war with Morgana. And while Leon and Percival grow closer, Merlin and Arthur drift apart for the king struggles to accept Merlin's magic. And, to make everything worse, Merlin gets kidnapped just as all his magic runs out. Great. Just great.

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