Fic: Multifandom Drabbles
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st_aurafinaTitle: Homecoming
Fandom: The Exorcist
Rating: Teen
Words: 100
Characters/Pairings: Marcus Keane/Peter Osborne
Warnings/Content: Domesticity, early mornings
Notes: Written for![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
hyacinthus
Summary: This is something Marcus has never known.
Also at the Archive
It's a month of mornings before Marcus realises, before he opens his eyes in Peter's bed and knows by the angle of the light that it's still an hour before the alarm goes off. The familiarity startles him.
Still, it's lovely and strange to feel at home, skin warm against Peter's back, watching the dust motes dance in the pre-dawn light. Marcus has never had this: a place of his own, a person of his own. He feels incandescent, glowing with the sunrise.
He leans up on one elbow to kiss Peter's shoulder. They've got time to spare after all.
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Title: Helpmeet
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: Teen
Words: 100 words
Characters/Pairings: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier
Warnings/Content: D/s, Breathplay
Notes: Written forhumanveil
Summary: Chiyoh is the perfect PA.
Also at the Archive
On the book tour, Chiyoh is the perfect PA: competent and so unobtrusive that she goes unnoticed even though she's constantly at Bedelia's shoulder.
Bedelia always knows she's there. Chiyoh's fingertips rest on her hip, guiding her through the crowd from behind, a gentle pressure that reminds Bedelia of her position in their relationship.
She delivers her speech while Chiyoh watches from the wings, hands folded, fingers interlaced. Maybe she'll wrap those fingers around Bedelia's throat tonight, squeeze until the words stop, until the thoughts stop, until there's nothing but sensation.
These days, it's the only peace Bedelia can imagine.
---
Title: New Pathways
Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery
Rating: Teen
Words: 300
Characters/Pairings: Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets
Warnings/Content: Fix-It of Sorts, Healing, First Dates, Triple Drabble
Notes: Written forsys
Summary: Paul is hurting and Hugh knows he should feel something.
Also at the Archive
Everything Hugh says hurts Paul. It doesn't hurt Hugh, and that absence of pain is terrifying. He should feel more than mild concern for someone who is clearly suffering. There are pathways in his mind that should be lighting up right now. He should be oozing oxytocin; he should be yearning for skin contact to comfort them both.
The only thing he is certain of is his vow as a healer: first, do no harm. He is harming Paul, and that meant something to the person he was before.
"I'll go," he says. It's the only thing he can do.
---
Distance helps: in his new quarters, Hugh can think clearly. No more circular thinking, no more panic for what has been lost and for what he can't mourn.
In the shower, he absently thinks of Paul from a purely aesthetic point of view, and feels himself harden. He strokes himself, idly and then with focus, thinking of Paul's skin, the arch of his neck, his ass. He comes, leaning against the cubicle wall, gasping with pleasure and also relief.
It makes sense: this body is new, but it's still the body that was attracted to Paul in the first place.
---
Paul watches him warily when he comes into the lab. Hugh doesn't blame him.
"Hey," Hugh says, his heart fluttering with first date anxiety. It's as euphoric as jacking off in the shower. "I don't know you, but you seem… like someone I'd like to take to dinner?"
Paul is silent for a terrifying moment, then thankfully catches up. He gives Hugh an assessing gaze that lights up those silent pathways in Hugh's brain. "Sure," he says.
Hugh stands there, awkward and uncertain. Then Paul sticks out a hand to shake his.
"I'm Paul," he says. "Nice to meet you."
Fandom: The Exorcist
Rating: Teen
Words: 100
Characters/Pairings: Marcus Keane/Peter Osborne
Warnings/Content: Domesticity, early mornings
Notes: Written for
Summary: This is something Marcus has never known.
Also at the Archive
It's a month of mornings before Marcus realises, before he opens his eyes in Peter's bed and knows by the angle of the light that it's still an hour before the alarm goes off. The familiarity startles him.
Still, it's lovely and strange to feel at home, skin warm against Peter's back, watching the dust motes dance in the pre-dawn light. Marcus has never had this: a place of his own, a person of his own. He feels incandescent, glowing with the sunrise.
He leans up on one elbow to kiss Peter's shoulder. They've got time to spare after all.
---
Title: Helpmeet
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: Teen
Words: 100 words
Characters/Pairings: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier
Warnings/Content: D/s, Breathplay
Notes: Written for
Summary: Chiyoh is the perfect PA.
Also at the Archive
On the book tour, Chiyoh is the perfect PA: competent and so unobtrusive that she goes unnoticed even though she's constantly at Bedelia's shoulder.
Bedelia always knows she's there. Chiyoh's fingertips rest on her hip, guiding her through the crowd from behind, a gentle pressure that reminds Bedelia of her position in their relationship.
She delivers her speech while Chiyoh watches from the wings, hands folded, fingers interlaced. Maybe she'll wrap those fingers around Bedelia's throat tonight, squeeze until the words stop, until the thoughts stop, until there's nothing but sensation.
These days, it's the only peace Bedelia can imagine.
---
Title: New Pathways
Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery
Rating: Teen
Words: 300
Characters/Pairings: Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets
Warnings/Content: Fix-It of Sorts, Healing, First Dates, Triple Drabble
Notes: Written for
Summary: Paul is hurting and Hugh knows he should feel something.
Also at the Archive
Everything Hugh says hurts Paul. It doesn't hurt Hugh, and that absence of pain is terrifying. He should feel more than mild concern for someone who is clearly suffering. There are pathways in his mind that should be lighting up right now. He should be oozing oxytocin; he should be yearning for skin contact to comfort them both.
The only thing he is certain of is his vow as a healer: first, do no harm. He is harming Paul, and that meant something to the person he was before.
"I'll go," he says. It's the only thing he can do.
---
Distance helps: in his new quarters, Hugh can think clearly. No more circular thinking, no more panic for what has been lost and for what he can't mourn.
In the shower, he absently thinks of Paul from a purely aesthetic point of view, and feels himself harden. He strokes himself, idly and then with focus, thinking of Paul's skin, the arch of his neck, his ass. He comes, leaning against the cubicle wall, gasping with pleasure and also relief.
It makes sense: this body is new, but it's still the body that was attracted to Paul in the first place.
---
Paul watches him warily when he comes into the lab. Hugh doesn't blame him.
"Hey," Hugh says, his heart fluttering with first date anxiety. It's as euphoric as jacking off in the shower. "I don't know you, but you seem… like someone I'd like to take to dinner?"
Paul is silent for a terrifying moment, then thankfully catches up. He gives Hugh an assessing gaze that lights up those silent pathways in Hugh's brain. "Sure," he says.
Hugh stands there, awkward and uncertain. Then Paul sticks out a hand to shake his.
"I'm Paul," he says. "Nice to meet you."