ks_darkstorm
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- Merlin (TV) (7)
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It was wrong, and Merlin knew it with every fibre of his being, Arthur was his Prince, gods he was the bloody Crown Prince of Camelot, and that was meant to mean something was it not it?
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- Part 3 of The Coming of Arthur
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The kiss was deep and animalistic.
Betaed by the lovely leashy_bebes @ lj.
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Always a Girl!Merlin
Her skin feels stretched too tight, flushed over quivering limbs as he drags her closer, grips her tighter against the broad expanse of his chest.
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It was beyond risky, this thing that lay between them, and Arthur knew it as well as he knew the weight of a sword in his hand.
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"You're angry with me." Arthur looked up sharply from the table, scattering the documents he was reading in the process. He took a calming breath before answering.
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- Part 2 of The Coming of Arthur
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- 914
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The next morning Stiles wakes up and greets the day with a single focus. They are going to have perfectly quiet sex in his room if it kills him. It’s going to happen. It has to.
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18 Jun 2013
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Derek clambers up the steps, leans over the twins’ heads to kiss Stiles hello.
“Hey, hot stuff.”
Derek snorts and gently prises the sleeping baby off Stiles’ shoulder. “Hey, how was your day?”
Violet and Flynn are screeching at each other in the background; something about who gets to pour the milk and they both wander into the house, following the noise.
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“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”
The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.
“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”
The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.
"I can't work with this."
Bookmarked by ks_darkstorm
18 Jun 2013
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Bookmarked by ks_darkstorm
17 Jun 2013
Bookmarker's Notes
Oh yes! Teen wolf, ballet, Derek and Stiles in tights.
I need more of this in my life!
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Bookmarked by ks_darkstorm
17 Jun 2013