#wahgan

[magneticlive]

Wahgan C3 please???

aw man i haven't drawn them in ages......My Boys..... i miss this show fuck

/send me a pairing + a pose!!

[argylepiratewd]

Forever Gets Explicit Sneak Peek (maybe)

This might be my ficathon fic, if I can figure out how to make the rest of the damn thing work:

He'd always suspected that Henry had a lot of secrets. Which just added to Henry's appeal, if Lucas was honest with himself—Lucas had always loved a good mystery, and Henry Morgan was definitely a mystery.

Henry Morgan was also pretty. The face, the warm and clever eyes, the suits, the body—holy shit, all of him. Lucas wondered if Henry's hair was as soft as it looked when he'd done nothing to it, if Henry liked it when people ran their fingers through his curls and massaged his scalp, or caressed his lower lip with a thumb. Was Henry as good at kissing as he looked last night? How would it feel to have that mouth on his, lips on lips, stubble against beard? How hot would it be if that lovely mouth was kiss-red and wet and swollen, hanging open as Henry—

"Something else is on your mind," Henry said, and as Henry studied his face, Lucas realized he'd been staring at Henry's lips.

"Um." Lucas's face grew hot, and he tried to think of an excuse. Memories of his morning shower flooded his thoughts, and Lucas wished the floor would swallow him whole. God, he hadn't felt like this since high school. He leaned forward, just in case his crotch wanted to relive other parts of his teenage years. "No," he said, casually. "Nothing else on my mind. Nothing at all. Hey, is it hot in here?" He tugged at his collar. "Or is it just y—me. Yeah, it's totally just me."

As Lucas laughed awkwardly, he hoped whatever deity might be watching would show some pity and strike him dead right here, right now. The morgue was right outside that door. It'd be convenient. Do it, God, he thought, or whoever's listening. Lightning bolt, now, please.

"Lucas," Henry said, his voice kind again, "it would never work."

For a ridiculous second, Lucas thought he was talking about the lightning bolt.

[argylepiratewd]

Did you know there's a ship between Lucas and Henry's scarves?

I did not. Excellent.

Now I’m thinking of the different kinds of fun things Lucas could do with Henry’s scarves. Or the potential for sentient scarf crackfic. Which are both great ways to wake up.

[twelfth-doctor]

Harry Hart emerges naked from a backwater swamp in Kentucky with no gear and no way to contact Kingsman HQ, Merlin, or Eggsy. He finds a payphone (seriously, a payphone) and calls Agent Bedivere (retired). These days, he just goes by the name Henry Morgan. {Written for the Forever Crossover Ficathon.}

[drhenrymorgansdatingtips]

Dating Tip #69:Openly scoff when he says he has a good physique

[drhenrymorgansdatingtips]

Dating Tip #64: Ask him to go with you to a club

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Dating Tip #55: Show physical pain when he embraces you

[argylepiratewd]

9 ("We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine." ) with Henry x Lucas please?

They were probably going to die, and all Lucas could think about was Henry. If Lucas moved, he slid against the firm, warm body pressed to his front. If he breathed, he inhaled the scents of expensive cologne, soap, sweat. Could Henry hear the pounding of his heart? Feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest? Taste the stale coffee on his breath? What about the squirming in Lucas’s stomach, the tension writhing through his insides and pooling deep and low in his gut--did Henry notice that? How about...

Crap, crap, crap. Lucas shifted his hips back, not caring when his butt collided painfully with the shelf behind him. God, he hoped Henry didn’t feel that.

But part of Lucas’s mind hoped Henry did notice that, the part that wanted nothing more than to close the tiny gap between them and kiss Henry until they forgot the rest of the world. The part that wanted to know Henry’s soft lips and hot tongue. The part that wanted to rip off Henry’s clothes and touch him everywhere, bad guys with big and scary rifles be damned.

The part of his mind that made Lucas press his lips to Henry’s. Henry stiffened, then gave in, kissing back--kissing back! Yes! Lucas surrendered to the moment, thought fading away as he savored every second. God, Henry was a great kisser--better than anyone he’d kissed before. No way would Lucas pull away from that. Not for anything.

...Except for the door swinging open. Someone let out a strangled noise, and the unmistakable voice of Mike Hanson said, “What the hell?”

“Uh, Henry?” Jo said. “Lucas? What? I--what?”

Lucas and Henry broke apart, and Lucas clutched Henry’s shoulders when his wobbling knees threatened to give. Then, the four of them stared at each other, Hanson repeating “Jesus Christ” under his breath, Jo gaping, Henry smirking. Lucas’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help bringing up a hand and touching his throbbing lips.

Kissing Henry? Worth it.