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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.

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


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Apr. 13th, 2012 02:28 pm (UTC)
Oh you ship Gale/Katniss? Interesting.

Gossip Girl and I were through by S2. Came back because I'm a masochist and want to see how far the writers will drive that bus on Serena.

I hate shipping on Vampire Diaries because the only couple I really like will probably never happen. Stupid, boring triangle.

I tried Game Of Thrones but I kept falling asleep. I don't get it since it looks like my type of TV.

I'm surprised you ship Liv/Lincoln. I don't think I've known anyone who ships Olivia with anyone not named Peter.
Apr. 19th, 2012 03:15 am (UTC)
Well, you know me. I always choose the ship that's least likely to win - Lucas/Peyton being my exception. lol.
Apr. 18th, 2012 10:54 am (UTC)
I found you from the 5 Acts master post. I'd like to write something from Game of Thrones for you, but I wanted to check first: have you read the books? Do you care about spoilers, and what would spoil you?
Apr. 19th, 2012 02:56 am (UTC)
First of all, yay!! Game of Thrones fic! Second of all, thank you for asking! I haven't read the books, but I am up to date on the show. I'd prefer not to be spoiled if it's at all possible.
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.”
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.
Apr. 19th, 2012 03:14 am (UTC)
Re: GOT, Robb/Theon, touching + angst-ish, pg13, 2/2

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. :)
Apr. 20th, 2012 01:36 am (UTC)
The Heat We Make [1/2]
(This is set in a potential future where Robb succeeds...and somehow barters Jon away from the Wall. *coughs* Anyway, I hope this works for you!)

Robb Stark watched from his desk, quill held poised to continue though his arm rested against the edge of the desk while Jon Snow dipped his fingers cautiously into the steaming tub of water beside the fire. He nodded once and then turned his eyes to the serving girl Helen. “That will be all for tonight. The king will require breakfast at half past, tomorrow. Someone can clear the water then.”

“Yes, my lord. Your Grace,” Helen murmured, and dipped a curtsey to them both before she backed out of Robb’s chambers. Robb waited for the soft thud of the door closing tightly against the frame before nodding at Jon to lock it. While his brother was performing a final quick sweep of his rooms, Robb pushed himself to his feet and began unlacing the cuffs of the shirt he’d worn for the Court that day, attempting to do so without pulling any strands loose.

“Why do you even bother?” Jon asked, and Robb realized he’d heard the bar on the inner bedroom fall into place a moment ago, signifying Jon’s momentary satisfaction with the suite’s safety. “Can’t you wait for even a moment? I’m the one who must find a way to repair the damage your rough treatment causes…”

“I live to make your life difficult,” Robb replied, offering his wrist. Jon made quick work of the expensive cording with his long, clever fingers, then dug into the laces and loosened them so that Robb would be able to slide his hands through easily. Sighing, Robb leaned back and pulled the shirt over his head. He handed it to Jon and unlaced his breaches with a faint sigh.

“Problem?” Jon asked, leaning into the closest bureau but glancing back at Robb’s melodrama.

“Long day,” Robb murmured, stepping free of his breaches and scooping them up. Jon held up a hand and Robb tossed them. They flew awkwardly, each leg going a different direction, but Jon still caught them.

Robb slid into the tub with a groan, feeling the heat sink deep into his bones. He’d gotten in some sparring with Jon earlier and a few bruises remained after to tell the tale. His back hurt from sitting at the desk all afternoon. Both pains appreciated the care he was allowing himself.

The pop, crackle, thud of a log shifting called his eyes to open lazily, just in time to see Robb rising from the higher fire and circle the tub, carrying an empty silver jug. He knelt beside the tub and dipped the jug in, filling it with the hot water.

Robb automatically closed his eyes as the water Jon had caught was emptied over his head. Jon took it slowly, pouring carefully, but even then a few rivulets trickled down from his damp curls. A soft huff couldn’t be fully stifled and sure enough, when he opened his eyes a slit, he found Jon’s mouth twitching. “I’m reasonably sure one shouldn’t taunt a King,” Robb pointed out.
Apr. 20th, 2012 01:37 am (UTC)
The Heat We Make [2/2]
Jon ducked his head, smile fading a bit, though not disappearing entirely. “Of course, your Grace. Shall I…?” He held up a bar of soap, head cocked. Robb sighed, shoulders lifting in a shrug, and Jon dunked both hands into the water, curled around the soap so it wouldn’t slide away, then began working up a lather before letting the bar fall to the water. He slid his fingers into Robb’s wet hair, going straight for the sweat and grime building up at the scalp and rubbing in slow circles. Robb groaned, eyes sliding shut and letting the side of the tub take more of his weight as Jon worked his way over his entire scalp and then down through the ends of his hair.

“I’m going to rinse, now,” Jon murmured, lifting his hands away slowly.

Robb blinked, pulled from the trance Jon’s fingers had sent him into, then sat up and tilted his head back once more. “You’re so good at this.”

Jon snorted, pouring clean water over Robb’s sudsy curls and combing the fingers of his free hand through to help the water clear away all the soap. “You’re just lazy. You miss the hot springs.”

Robb’s mouth twitched before he could control it and he twisted to stare at Jon archly as he set the pitcher to the side. “I’m the king. You can’t speak to me that way.”

Jon ducked his head in apparent contrition. “Of course, your Grace. How may I atone?”

There were fewer things more attractive to Robb than Jon Snow on his knees, looking at him from behind that small, mischievous smirk that so rarely showed itself and Robb took a deep breath as his cock began to harden in the warm water. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his brother’s jaw with his tallest fingers, and the soft, short beard his brother favored tingled pleasurably against his skin.

Jon tilted his head back up, the new angle pressing his mouth more firmly to Robb’s fingers, and then he slid his own hand up Robb’s wrist to urge the loose fist of his other fingers wide, and rubbed his thumb over Robb’s palm.

Robb watched, breath trapped in his chest. The heat of Jon’s mouth spilled from his lips when he parted them, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of each finger deliberately before sucking each fingertip past his lips.

Jon…” Robb nearly cringed, his other hand tightening on the edge of the tub with the force of staying still and letting Jon have his way as he felt that soft tongue tracing over the seam of his nails and dip into the space between his fingers, mouth dipping lower to take in more of Robb’s fingers. His eyes were nearly closed in a look of sensual concentration, and Robb was sure it wasn’t just the hot steam from the tub which had brought color into his cheeks.

Jon slowly tugged Robb’s fingers from his mouth in infinitesimal increments with their combined grip. When the tips passed once more between his lips, he pressed another soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tips and smiled slowly against them. “I’m sure I can think of something.”
Apr. 20th, 2012 03:45 am (UTC)
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]
Oh wow.

This was fantastic. You managed to capture everything I love about Jon and Robb and their dynamic. I loved the imagery and sensuality that was conveyed. And I'd love to imagine this as an ending for them. I'm sure it's one thousand times better for the one they're in store for.

Thank you so much for writing this! It was a wonderful read. :)
Apr. 21st, 2012 04:56 am (UTC)
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]
Thank you! I actually had to rewrite it because I wrote the first draft at work and for some reason the draft didn't save in my email and dklfjsl;dkfj so yeah. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. ^_^ I enjoy their relationship so much, so that's awesome to hear! \o/
Apr. 22nd, 2012 06:02 pm (UTC)
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]
♥ This is so lovely, peaceful and playful.
Apr. 22nd, 2012 11:59 pm (UTC)
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]
Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! I really think the best thing about fanfic is being able to give the characters the ending you think they deserve. After the chaos and pain of the books and the show, I thought they needed something sweet and easy.

On a side note, I'm really grateful for all the work you do with 5 Acts!
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Apr. 29th, 2012 03:44 am (UTC)
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