lokifan_import

OMG, you guys, your answers to the ‘how we met’ meme are killing me. FANTASTIC.

It helps with the knowledge that with my laptop may have gone around 2.5k of a 12k fic I was working on. RAWR NO. Those were good words! And I can’t find where I originally fit them into the narrative! *frustrated*

Oh well… Jae wrote me a continuance of her Indulgence arc, Indulgence 4, as thanks for beta-ing a fic, and it’s fucking hot. I have a bit of a kink for somnophilia, but only when it’s played a certain way, and that certain way is all over this arc. Draco responds even in sleep! There’s a bit where he wakes up and is all OMG NO! Harry has all this mystic-vampire-sexy and I don’t find it annoying, it’s a bloody miracle!

Another rec for the Ron/Draco fans: OMG HOW IS THIS ART SO CUTE. SO SO CUTE. Oh Draco’s all squished and his LITTLE PINK NOSE and SAD FACE and Ron's untucked shirt and his HAIR and "I can't" and OMGGGG.

ineslee brings the adorable.

Tomorrow is the dinner with parents. Boooo. On the other hand, the day after tomorrow I get to be in London, see people I haven’t seen for months, and dress up as Loki. I am going to eyeliner myself some evil eyebrows, it’s very exciting.

Title: Green
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Green isn’t Draco’s favourite colour because of Harry’s eyes.
Warnings: References to D/s, spanking, blindfolds and face-slapping, but all very brief ones; fluff
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for

dracoharry100’s old green prompt. In a kink scene, the ‘traffic light’ system of safewords is often used: Red means stop right now, yellow means we’re okay but ease off that thing you’re doing, and green means go.

At the age of twenty-three, Draco has given in to Slytherin cliché: green is his favourite colour.

Not because of his new lover’s eyes, or a love of nature. What green means for him is being bent over Harry’s lap and having his arse warmed; it means being blindfolded, then feeling Harry’s teeth in his thigh; it means his face forced into Harry’s lap; it means being slapped in the face and tasting his own blood.

It means Harry saying “Colour?” and gasping, “green.” Harry checking, taking care of him, and himself replying: keep going. Don’t stop.

I love you.