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Five Acts Meme: Round Six


+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

1. Angst. Sad endings that should make you happy. Happy endings that should make you sad. Long distance relationships. Third party drama. Emotional baggage. Desperate, needy sex. All the things that make a good romance epic. Just please...no death.

2. Being Marked - Tattoos and scars (especially if their discovery leads to an undeniable urge to pounce) are the preferred kind, but love bites are always welcome as well.

3. Touch - Could be as innocent as a hand on the shoulder or a brush of a thigh. Or as dirty as some hardcore straddling-ripping each other's clothes off just to get at more skin. Bonus points for hand holding. Because I never did understand the whole "kink" part of this meme.

4. Possessiveness - jealousy; (apparently this also known as animalistic behaviors...thank you kink list) scent-marking or biting; other claiming acts; territoriality; predatory stalking; cuffing; forcing the partner's neck down;

5. Love/Hate - Belligerent Sexual Tension or the "I hate you but I also love you" concept.

Ships:
Community: Jeff/Annie, Troy/Abed, Troy/Britta
Fringe: Lincoln/Olivia, Lincoln/alt!Olivia, alt!Charlie/Olivia, alt!Charlie/alt!Lincoln, Peter/Astrid
Game of Thrones: Robb/Theon, Robb/Jon, Arya/Gendry, Jamie/Anyone, Sansa/Sandor
Glee: Quinn/Rachel, Puck/Rachel
Gossip Girl: Dan/Blair
Harry Potter: any variation of Harry/Hermione/Ron, Harry/Luna, Remus/Sirius
Hunger Games: Gale/Katniss, Madge/Katniss
Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Jo
The Good Wife: Cary/Kalinda, Will/Alicia
The Vampire Diaries: Damon/Elena, Damon/Alaric, Elijah/Elena

Comments

janie_tangerine
Apr. 19th, 2012 12:16 am (UTC)
GOT, Robb/Theon, touching + angst-ish, pg13, 1/2
His knee is tingling.

It has since the moment he bent it, but it’s not because he feels ashamed. (He should. Ironborns don’t bend their knee to anyone, especially the son of the man who took you hostage – but that’s not it.) It’s because of something else, something other, something that he can’t quite name.

Even if he knows what started it.

We’re brothers, now and always, Robb had said. And that had sealed it – he couldn’t hate himself for bending the knee. Not when Robb had said it out loud. Not when he had been wanting to hear it since years. He knows he shouldn’t want it, he knows he should think about the two brothers he had, but he can barely remember them and what he remembers isn’t the kind of memories anyone would cherish. He stands outside his tent, recalling that moment in his head, Robb’s voice saying now and always, the sound of it so very sweet. It turns at least half bitter when he thinks that like this he’s still half an hostage, that having bent the knee doesn’t mean that at the next battle they’ll be fighting as equals, and his good mood turns slightly sour at that. If only he really had been Ned Stark’s ward. If only –

“Stop thinking that hard. That doesn’t suit you.”

If it had been anyone else saying it, he’d have probably lashed. But it’s Robb and he doesn’t, not when suddenly a hand is on his stomach, an arm circling his waist, Robb’s chin pressed on his shoulder.

“Shut up, Stark. You need to work on your japing. Oh, beg your pardon. Your Grace.”

Robb huffs, moving back and closing his hand around Theon’s elbow before dragging in inside the tent.

“I’d have hoped that you out of everyone wouldn’t have bothered,” he says then, his hand still there. He doesn’t move it away and Theon doesn’t tell him to.

“Why, hearing it doesn’t make you feel good? One would think the contrary. Your Grace.”

Robb’s eyes go dark for a moment before he shakes his head, his fingers going to Theon’s neck, his thumb drawing a circle over his pulse point.

“No, that doesn’t make me feel good. Besides, you don’t mean it.”

Theon snorts – fine, he hadn’t been serious. But he still did bend the knee – he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been sure about that, at least.

“Maybe I do. You can never be too sure.” Robb stares straight at him, and Theon is ready when cold lips meet his, Robb’s free hand tangling in his head. He likes the way Robb tugs at his hair – his grip is strong but not hurtful, and the inside of his mouth is as hot as the outside isn’t. After all, it’s chilly outside. But Robb’s lips are warm when they part, and his eyes are dark blue, and Theon’s heartbeat has sped up just slightly.

“Just so that it’s clear,” he whispers, “you didn’t have to do that. I know.”

Theon swallows, his fingers brushing down the side of Robb’s face, tracing red curls. “What if I wanted to?”

He doesn’t say anything else. Not what if I wanted to swear my sword to you. Or what if I also had hoped to hear you say it.

It’s better if he keeps his mouth shut for once.

“Then don’t call me that. You don’t have to do that, either.”
janie_tangerine
Apr. 19th, 2012 12:17 am (UTC)
Re: GOT, Robb/Theon, touching + angst-ish, pg13, 2/2
His hand moves from the back of Theon’s head to the side of his face and Theon can’t resist the temptations – he reaches up, covering Robb’s hand with his, his heart beating a steady, fast rhythm when Robb’s fingers tangle with his own.

“I don’t need you to say it,” Robb whispers, his mouth against Theon’s ear, his fingers still curled around Theon’s own. “That’s not how I want this to be.”

“And how would you want it to be, then?” His tone isn’t half as sure as he’d like.

Robb smiles, bringing their joined hands together, brushes his lips against Theon’s knuckles.

“Now and always. How else should I want it to be?”

Theon swallows, those three words sounding even sweeter now that they’re alone and no one else is around to hear them.

“Then you have me,” he whispers, wishing he could just not say it, wishing that a part of him wasn’t reproachfully informing him that an ironborn would die before saying that kind of thing.

Instead, he can only look straight into Robb’s dark blue eyes, then at their still joined hands, and he knows that this should be wrong and they should hate each other. He knows that he shouldn’t accept not being Robb’s equal.

For now, he thinks about those three small, lousy, treasured words (now and always, now and always, now and always) and he lets himself believe them.
angeldylan628
Apr. 19th, 2012 03:14 am (UTC)
Re: GOT, Robb/Theon, touching + angst-ish, pg13, 2/2
Guh.

I'm attempting to get my thoughts in order but all that's registering is: OMG SOMEONE GAVE ME A FIC WITH HAND HOLDING.

Thank you so much for this! It was wonderfully written. Your Theon seems so on point. You have all the subtleties that made me love him in S1 of him. And your Robb is just the perfect complement to him. These two just work so well together and this fic shows that. The little touches between them (again I say, yay handholding!) were just brilliant. And it's just relieving to finally get to read Robb/Theon fic, especially one this fantastic. (I've been afraid to go looking for any in case I wind up getting spoiled)

Thank you again for the fic! I truly appreciate it. :)

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