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comment_fic challenge I did in December, + one other done at random.
Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Word count: 219
Author's note:comment_fic: Gwen/Morgana, falcon
Morgana was poised, a predator with dark hair, elegant in all the wrong ways. She was the image of Nimeuh years ago in many ways, and every step of hers was an ill portent.
At night she was put in dark corners of a dungeon to keep back the magic. She was brought out when needed, her eyes growing more and more wild. Had she not been bound, who knows what blight would have been unleashed?
The king considered her fate merciful, for due to his friendship with her father, he had not killed her at the first sight of magic. He had only done the next best thing, imprisoning her, chained like a dragon in the cold places where the sun never dared to shine with only her nightmares to keep her company.
Only that and one servant girl, the one strong enough to brave the dark, a platter in hand, and come near her lady even when the fear came so ripe that the platter shook. Even when the screams, the air rife with magic, she clung and came close, whispering until her lady calmed, her hair pulled back like wings against her and slept the first dreamless sleep she had known.
Title: clear skies til morning
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Morgana/Gwen
Word count: 232
Author's note:comment_fic: Morgana/Gwen, clear skies til morning
the skies will be clear until morning Morgana Le Fay says with the certainty of an auger. Her hair is drawn back in her dark cloak, where only hints of her milky skin show through. There was little else but them and the barge sailing through the mists of Avalon. Behind them is Camelot, left far behind with the lives they once lived.
They legends will call her an adulteress, but there are many things the scribes overlook or overwrite. History is a status quo, and certain scandals cannot be brought to light. It is not Lancelot she who stole her away, but Morgana Le Fay. A queen and a witch through the mists to a place where magic still lives on.
Morgana Le Fay looks to the sky, eyes closed as if she is listening to what nature tells her. Guinevere’s hand is at her back, a comfort, lest the magic break and splinter like needles stuck as it so often has. Morgana Le Fay relaxes and the voices pass. She looks to her, grateful, now equals in their tossed aside lives. There is no room for my lady or my queen here, only Morgana and Guinevere.
Guinevere has made her choice and never regretted it a moment.
Title: untitled
Series: Batman (!)
Character/Pairing: faint Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn
Word count: 378
Author's note: for comment_fic...though I seem to misplaced the exact theme. It was something about killing the Robins..
Poison Ivy twisted a bit of her hair in her fingers. “It seems a shame to kill them.”
Their were as lovely as if she’d grown them herself, carefully raised in one of her back hothouses. Here they were, suspended over a vat of acid and she couldn’t even bring herself to lower them down into it and listen to them scream. Really, it wasn’t so much that she was growing soft, more that it seemed a shame, and a horrible waste.
Her partner in crime jumped up from where she had crouched to smell a ‘pretty flower.’ Poison Ivy could have warned her that the flower she was about to sniff smelled like rotting meat and was pollinated by flies, but it was more interesting if she didn’t.
Besides, had to take care of some things for herself. After the prerequisite jumping about, scrunched nose and theatrical gagging, Harley was back, her same old sunny self.
“Oh Red! We wouldn’t have to kill them right away. We could have lots of time to play with them. We could make them have deathmatches in your special greenhouse – I’m sure all your plants will be happy to get a tasty treat like that! It wouldn’t be any fun at all to just kill them off right here and there – all wham bam thank you ma’ams.”
Poison Ivy considered this. “It does sound intriguing...” she admitted.
“You could even turn them into half-plants and keep them in your gardens so you could come and look at what’s left of them whenever you wanted. Maybe even keep them somewhat sentient and then clone them so Batman has to face your grafted Robins over and over until he cracks!”
She broke into laughter then, happy, yet maniacal laughter of the brightest, kind. It could be mistaken for sweet for anyone who didn’t know Hareleen Quinzel. The Joker’s madness had rubbed off on her, but that could hardly be said to be a bad thing.
Poison Ivy stoked her partner in crime’s cheek.
“You always do have the best plans...”
Title: Lace
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 221
Author's note:comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Lace
He had been called to get something for Morgana. Really, that was all. He wasn’t peeking or peeping, she had asked him there and all. While he tried to find just what she had called him for, something caught his gaze. Merlin lifted up the lacy dress and looked it over. It was a bit low-cut, a bit risque, but that wasn’t what he was noticing. He wasn’t thinking about a girl wearing it, only that it looked very uncomfortable and he was glad that he wasn’t a girl otherwise he’d have to wear something like that.
“You’re late,” Arthur said.
He heard a strangled chuckle and looked around to see Arthur who for once, looked amused. Except it was a smirking, dark amusement. Oh boy.
“It’s not like that! I just...well, I can never figure out why people like lace. It’s so scratchy and rough.”
“Well, Merlin,” Arthur said, taking the lacy thing from him, and leaning close, “Some people like it rough.”
Arthur left, his laughter echoing behind him as Merlin could only flush and feel his knees turn to water. He sat down on the stones and tried to convince himself that he had not just felt deeply attracted to Arthur.
Title: what a day to take to
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 260
Author's note:comment_fic: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, end of the rainbow
Merlin chewed on a piece of grass and looked up at the colors up above. He didn’t mind the wetness, it was a light sprinkle of summer rain. Arthur hadn’t been too pleased to be caught out in it, but he was always not pleased about something or other. Merlin never took it to heart when he was grumpy about little things.
Now the rains had stopped and everything smelled clean and fresh. The rainbow was really just to top it off, really. Merlin studied the color up there and thought of a tale he’d once read, about little green men and buried pots of gold.
“Do you really think there’s really gold at the end of the rainbow?” Merlin said.
“It’s all bosh, Merlin,” Arthur said. He was out of armor now, in only a borrowed shirt of Merlin’s as that many grass stains would be hard to get out – and explain.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Merlin said.
He could feel the brush of Arthur’s – well, his – shirt and heard a rustle with a bit of swearing about wetness. Merlin smiled up as he saw Arthur move a bit closer and then bend and block out the colors and light until he was shaded by just his face, Arthur’s lips brushing over his own.
Merlin blinked.
“I just felt like it,” Arthur said. “That’s all.”
“Oh,” Merlin said.
The day was getting better and better.
Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Gwen, Morgana and fabulous!Merlin
word count: 124
Author's note:comment_fic: Gwen/Morgana, I'm going to close my eyes until this all goes away
Merlin rode a unicorn with a rainbow glittering saddle and halter. His hat had large bright plumes, and his shirt was of purple velvet.
“I’m going to close my eyes until this all goes away,” Morgana said when she first beheld him.
“Well, it’s not really going to go away,” Gwen said. “He’s here, he’s queer and we’re just going to have to deal with it.”
The girls burst into a fit of giggles as Merlin, the most fabulous rainbow-clad servant Camelot had ever known dismounted from the unicorn and made his way to the gates.
Title: the road less taken
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Word count: 290
Author's note:comment_fic: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, choice / 35 ) Love which is simply free ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
52_days
There is a moment on the precipice where several futures lay before her. On one path is Arthur, a kingdom that could be hers, at least partly. Balls and finery with the servants now at her command, a prestige given – and yet, wouldn’t she be little more than a child bearing doll there? She knows that Arthur would be more likely to listen to Merlin before her, and she doubted that he would share power. Gaining kingship wasn’t about to make him less hard-headed.
There was Lancelot, who she could have lived a happy, common life with. A knight and his wife, at the fringe of society. And maybe she would have taken it, had Lancelot not been so honorable as to step back and give up the fight before she even had a chance to say I prefer you to him.
The last was a dark path of exile. He she would be a pariah, never staying long in any one place lest someone notice that Morgana Le Fay had come to stay in their midsts. It was one of shadows, and mysticism, with only faint shades of the idyllic life they once lived within Camelot.
But she would be free. She was a servant no longer, whether a servant in truth or a servant disguised as something more. He, she was Morgana’s equal with only the road as law.
And she does not regret the choice through the mists of Avalon, for even if a thousand other girls had chosen to be queen, she still would have chosen Morgana.
Title: Stress Relief
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: light Rish
Word count: 568
Author's note:comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, stress
Arthur tended to be the giver, not merely the receiver of stress. Not to say that he didn’t get tense, but whenever that happened he tended to give ten times as much as he got. Which meant that Merlin became a very adept masseuse in quite a short period of time. Today was the same routine as always. Arthur was tired and stressed from a practice with a knight who had made all the wrong moves, but been just clumsy enough to give him some bruises.
He peeled Arthur’s shirt off and folded it for cleaning. He’d rubbed his hands in scented oil. Liliacs, probably. It was something of Morgana’s that he’d borrowed. Arthur wouldn’t be too happy about smelling all floral like, but it was better than smelling like lard from the kitchens.
“Lay down over there...please,” Merlin said. He stammered, and flushed unseen by Arthur.
“Yes, because I’ve completely forgotten my way in my own room,” Arthur said.
Merlin never mentioned the truth that was always there, weighing him down. He liked this a little more than he should. He liked the freedom of being able to touch him, the feel of Arthur’s muscles beneath his fingers, and how they would loosen and finally relax. He always knew the point when the stress had begun to ebb for Arthur would sigh, contented and stop throwing comments back, or even giving orders at all – and it took a very deep relaxation to stop Arthur from being bossy. In truth, Merlin would prolong it, and take as long as physically possible. He’d lean over so close that he could smell the mix of Arthur, the woodsmoke smell of his skin mixed with Morgana’s floral oil. He’d gotten Arthur to arch his back like a cat before, something so sexual and unintended that he’d blushed that first time. That didn’t stop him from trying again, because it sent a tingle through him to see Arthur like that.
It was easy to get in a rhythm in this low, romantic, really candlelight. And even though he tried to not think it, the mental image of his tongue running methodically down the small of Arthur’s back still came. It was good that Arthur could see him like this, really, he’d think him a horrible pervert and he wasn’t. Really. Just because sometimes his mind wandered and he thought of peeling off Arthur’s pants and massaging his rear (Gaius’ book on anatomy called them gluteus maximus – as well as minimus) down his thighs all the way to his calves and feet. He’d tell Arthur to flip over and massage his chest, sit on his lap and feel the hard rawness of his body.
Really, he couldn’t help wandering like that when he was touching Arthur’s body. He didn’t mean to...it just happened. So it always was when he was done he’d step back like he’d been burnt and get out as soon as possible to hide the evidence. He’d go into some unused bedroom corner, lean against the cold stone wall and finish what Arthur had unmeaningly started there. His mind was back there over Arthur’s skin, his lips parting with a name unsaid but thought and in his mind the touch was rougher, coarser, and entirely not his own.
Title: knowing
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 201
Author's note:comment_fic:.Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, knowing
Years of closeness brought a finishing sentences, do you know what I’m thinking? Of course I do . Merlin was attuned to his master, until the point where he’d get things before asked, passing apples or butter before the word was said. He’d grown from the gawky, awkward boy to a model servant, the type who would written down in history, long considered a mould for how a king’s servant should be.
But Merlin wasn’t the only one attuned. When the hint of magic came, Merlin didn’t find scorn, just a dull sense of knowing, as if the topic had long been known to him.
“Aren’t you angry?” Merlin said, waiting for a blot that never came.
I always figured someone was up with you. In the end I trusted you whatever it was.”
Arthur seemed to blankly shrug it off. “You haven’t killed me yet. In fact you’ve done quite the opposite. So you’re magic. Great. Now heat my tea would you? It’s freezing.”
Merlin smiled, and complied.
This knowledge, the two-sided coin was not one sided, for trust does not work that way.
Title: oh, jealousy
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur > Merlin, Merlin/Freya
Word count: 398
Author's note:comment_fic:. Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, the first time Arthur was jealous over Merlin.
“I kissed a girl,” Merlin said dreamily. “It was sweet.”
“And I suppose it was just like kissing you?” Arthur said, irritated.
“Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never kissed myself. I don’t think it’s really possible.”
Arthur had been irritated all day, even more so since the girl had come along. Merlin was hardly there for his chores, because he was too busy frolicking in meadows with some new slip of a thing who probably couldn’t even hold a sword. It’d be different if Merlin had fallen for Morgana or Gwen, he could abide by that (and it’d also be rather hopeless considering that even he could see that they were more than friends and Arthur, being Uther’s progeny was not the most noticing sort out there) but this Freya was a most unwelcome usurper.
There was a fantasy, a daydream of sorts – though Arthur wasn’t one for idle dreaming. Maybe he’d call it a planning, a possibility to calm his nerves. The image has him pushing Merlin to the wall, lifting his chin and asking did she kiss you like this? and then giving his best work of it. Kissing him until he was moaning and gasping and clinging to him – until he could only beg for more. And that was a request he could and would grant. He’d kiss Merlin so hard that he forgot all about his silly little drip of a girl and pay attention only to him again.
Instead, Arthur only flicked his gaze over Merlin, new and shining and dreamy over the girl.
“You’re late with your chores. Get to work.”
Not even a harsh word could take Merlin from his rosy world. He left, and Arthur set back to his food. He felt something burning and hot in him, cutting at him, like anger but deeper, sharper. Jealousy The green-eyed Monster, they called it. But this wasn’t taken down with sword or spear, it’d live in him, clawing out whenever that girl’s name got mentioned, or not when he could tell that it was on the tip of Merlin’s tongue repeated in a chant, a mantra to keep the memory.
He pushed his food aside. He wasn’t hungry anymore.
Title: Strawberry Season
Series: Firefly
Character/Pairing Kaylee/Strawberries, with Jayne accidentally coming across it. (Jayne/Kaylee)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 223
Author's note:comment_fic: Firefly, Kaylee/author's choice, it's always strawberry season somewhere
She dipped the strawberry in white cream and put it in her mouth slowly, slowly, sucking at it as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted in her life. Then she twisted it in a way that he could almost just imagine the way her tongue was working. If it were Inara or Zoe he’d have already made a dirty comment or two about things they could replace that Strawberry with, but with Kaylee, there wasn’t enough blood left in his head to actually make a coherent response.
She looked up, all smiles. “Ya need somethin’, Jayne?”
She licked a stray trace a cream from the side of her mouth.
“Mal wanted you,” he said gruffly.
He had been sent out here like a fucking errand boy and got the best softcore girl on strawberry oral he’d ever seen. Not even the mental image of Inara and the female ambassador was this good.
“Ok! I’ll be right off then,” she said.
“I’ll be in my bunk,” he said low, to himself as he watched her leave and the last scent of strawberries that surrounded her left with her.
Title: we all have our parts to play
Series: Ouran
Character/Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya
Word count: 598
OHSHC, Kyoya/Tamaki, we all have our parts to play
They all had their parts to play. Mori was the protector, the older brother, the stoic. The twins were the mischievous type, ones who girls were warned against, but secretly wanted. Kyouya was the kind who their families wanted them to marry, with just a touch of dark to keep the fascination on. A rich boy from a nice family, a doctor.
And Tamaki? He was the king, the charming one, the sun and light of their little group. He was the charm, the beauty, the life of them and thus rightly their leader. Without him, their group would be nothing – a few unattached threads who drifted away to other clubs, like kendo and photography, acting and fencing. Without him, the world would certainly become a different place, one colder, less idealistic and uglier just for the lack of him.
*
Haruhi looked over his shoulder. She wasn’t wont to getting into other’s business, but her schedule for that day was gone and she was getting rather desperate given that she’d wasted fifteen minutes playing keep away with the twins until she’d finally given up and just gone to face Kyouya head on instead.
She rose an eyebrow. “You go on about Tamaki an awful lot there.”
“He’s our star in the club and a good source of income,” Kyouya said.
“Strange, I’m not on there,” Haruhi said.
“It’s an old note.”
“So you kept an old note that went on and on about Tamaki...”
Kyouya tore the paper away
“You shouldn’t look in my things,” Kyouya said, slow and dangerous.
“I was just looking for a schedule,” she said with a shrug.
Kyouya scowled and rifled through his case in a way that was so slow and methodical, yet seething with anger that anyone less brave than Haruhi would have been rightly terrified.
“I wouldn’t suggest you try blackmail with me. You will most assuredly regret it,” Kyouya said.
Haruhi was impassive. “I’m not one of the twins. Who you pine after isn’t my business. Though I think you should do something about it.”
“He’s in love with you,” Kyouya said guardedly.
“He thinks he’s in love with me. Ever notice that the vision of what he loves is nothing like what’s really there?”
“He’s a fool, of course. He always has been.”
And yet, there was something fond, something soft at the edges of his coldness.
“Not as foolish as you for not doing anything.”
“I have a life to attend to. Scandal would ruin my plans. So...”
“And you can’t hide it? You once hid a whole platoon of soldiers and planned Tamaki’s surprise birthday party like you were guarding national secrets.”
Kyouya was silent then, taking in what she said.
She seemed to shrug it off. “Do what you will. My mother always said ‘love is the only thing in life that’s worth anything in life. It’s the only thing that lasts.’”
She left him then, schedule in hand. He thought of the life he had planned with many cold people who thought nothing of him, but only of the family, the money, the influence, the fame. Still, giving up his ambitions would be a deep betrayal to himself, and he would never be happy knowing how close the job was. He folded the paper over many times. Maybe there was a way to compromise.
They all had their roles to play, even her.
Title: the sin of omission
Series: Merlin:
Character/pairing: actually, I think it's gen
Word count: 250
Author's note:comment_fic: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, It's not a lie, it's an omission
Arthur was steeled, more determined and hardened than Merlin had ever seen. He drew his sword and Merlin knew that he sought the king’s blood. He desperately stepped in front of him.
“She was wrong. That woman she– she’s a liar,” Merlin said. “Have I ever lied to you?”
Arthur looked suspicious, but stopped. The king would live a little longer, and Arthur had changed his view.
“Magic is evil, after all. I can’t believe I took that witch’s words into account and almost killed my own father,” he said. He sheathed his sword. The rage was gone.
Had he ever lied to Arthur? Oh yes. Every day there were omissions. Magic words, the times he’d saved his life through forbidden ways. Little white lies for his sake, and only that.
And Merlin tried to take comfort in knowing that even if Arthur despised everything that he was, at least he wouldn’t have to live a shell of a man. He’d never forgive himself for killing the king, even if he was a tyrant.
So Merlin chose Arthur over himself, over the world of people just like him hiding their magic lest they be burned at the stake. If he had the chance, he’d make it again, for he couldn’t abide with a peace bought at the cost of Arthur’s happiness.
comment_fic challenge I did in December, + one other done at random. Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Word count: 219
Author's note:
comment_fic: Gwen/Morgana, falconMorgana was poised, a predator with dark hair, elegant in all the wrong ways. She was the image of Nimeuh years ago in many ways, and every step of hers was an ill portent.
At night she was put in dark corners of a dungeon to keep back the magic. She was brought out when needed, her eyes growing more and more wild. Had she not been bound, who knows what blight would have been unleashed?
The king considered her fate merciful, for due to his friendship with her father, he had not killed her at the first sight of magic. He had only done the next best thing, imprisoning her, chained like a dragon in the cold places where the sun never dared to shine with only her nightmares to keep her company.
Only that and one servant girl, the one strong enough to brave the dark, a platter in hand, and come near her lady even when the fear came so ripe that the platter shook. Even when the screams, the air rife with magic, she clung and came close, whispering until her lady calmed, her hair pulled back like wings against her and slept the first dreamless sleep she had known.
Title: clear skies til morning
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Morgana/Gwen
Word count: 232
Author's note:
comment_fic: Morgana/Gwen, clear skies til morningthe skies will be clear until morning Morgana Le Fay says with the certainty of an auger. Her hair is drawn back in her dark cloak, where only hints of her milky skin show through. There was little else but them and the barge sailing through the mists of Avalon. Behind them is Camelot, left far behind with the lives they once lived.
They legends will call her an adulteress, but there are many things the scribes overlook or overwrite. History is a status quo, and certain scandals cannot be brought to light. It is not Lancelot she who stole her away, but Morgana Le Fay. A queen and a witch through the mists to a place where magic still lives on.
Morgana Le Fay looks to the sky, eyes closed as if she is listening to what nature tells her. Guinevere’s hand is at her back, a comfort, lest the magic break and splinter like needles stuck as it so often has. Morgana Le Fay relaxes and the voices pass. She looks to her, grateful, now equals in their tossed aside lives. There is no room for my lady or my queen here, only Morgana and Guinevere.
Guinevere has made her choice and never regretted it a moment.
Title: untitled
Series: Batman (!)
Character/Pairing: faint Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn
Word count: 378
Author's note: for comment_fic...though I seem to misplaced the exact theme. It was something about killing the Robins..
Poison Ivy twisted a bit of her hair in her fingers. “It seems a shame to kill them.”
Their were as lovely as if she’d grown them herself, carefully raised in one of her back hothouses. Here they were, suspended over a vat of acid and she couldn’t even bring herself to lower them down into it and listen to them scream. Really, it wasn’t so much that she was growing soft, more that it seemed a shame, and a horrible waste.
Her partner in crime jumped up from where she had crouched to smell a ‘pretty flower.’ Poison Ivy could have warned her that the flower she was about to sniff smelled like rotting meat and was pollinated by flies, but it was more interesting if she didn’t.
Besides, had to take care of some things for herself. After the prerequisite jumping about, scrunched nose and theatrical gagging, Harley was back, her same old sunny self.
“Oh Red! We wouldn’t have to kill them right away. We could have lots of time to play with them. We could make them have deathmatches in your special greenhouse – I’m sure all your plants will be happy to get a tasty treat like that! It wouldn’t be any fun at all to just kill them off right here and there – all wham bam thank you ma’ams.”
Poison Ivy considered this. “It does sound intriguing...” she admitted.
“You could even turn them into half-plants and keep them in your gardens so you could come and look at what’s left of them whenever you wanted. Maybe even keep them somewhat sentient and then clone them so Batman has to face your grafted Robins over and over until he cracks!”
She broke into laughter then, happy, yet maniacal laughter of the brightest, kind. It could be mistaken for sweet for anyone who didn’t know Hareleen Quinzel. The Joker’s madness had rubbed off on her, but that could hardly be said to be a bad thing.
Poison Ivy stoked her partner in crime’s cheek.
“You always do have the best plans...”
Title: Lace
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 221
Author's note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, LaceHe had been called to get something for Morgana. Really, that was all. He wasn’t peeking or peeping, she had asked him there and all. While he tried to find just what she had called him for, something caught his gaze. Merlin lifted up the lacy dress and looked it over. It was a bit low-cut, a bit risque, but that wasn’t what he was noticing. He wasn’t thinking about a girl wearing it, only that it looked very uncomfortable and he was glad that he wasn’t a girl otherwise he’d have to wear something like that.
“You’re late,” Arthur said.
He heard a strangled chuckle and looked around to see Arthur who for once, looked amused. Except it was a smirking, dark amusement. Oh boy.
“It’s not like that! I just...well, I can never figure out why people like lace. It’s so scratchy and rough.”
“Well, Merlin,” Arthur said, taking the lacy thing from him, and leaning close, “Some people like it rough.”
Arthur left, his laughter echoing behind him as Merlin could only flush and feel his knees turn to water. He sat down on the stones and tried to convince himself that he had not just felt deeply attracted to Arthur.
Title: what a day to take to
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 260
Author's note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, end of the rainbowMerlin chewed on a piece of grass and looked up at the colors up above. He didn’t mind the wetness, it was a light sprinkle of summer rain. Arthur hadn’t been too pleased to be caught out in it, but he was always not pleased about something or other. Merlin never took it to heart when he was grumpy about little things.
Now the rains had stopped and everything smelled clean and fresh. The rainbow was really just to top it off, really. Merlin studied the color up there and thought of a tale he’d once read, about little green men and buried pots of gold.
“Do you really think there’s really gold at the end of the rainbow?” Merlin said.
“It’s all bosh, Merlin,” Arthur said. He was out of armor now, in only a borrowed shirt of Merlin’s as that many grass stains would be hard to get out – and explain.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Merlin said.
He could feel the brush of Arthur’s – well, his – shirt and heard a rustle with a bit of swearing about wetness. Merlin smiled up as he saw Arthur move a bit closer and then bend and block out the colors and light until he was shaded by just his face, Arthur’s lips brushing over his own.
Merlin blinked.
“I just felt like it,” Arthur said. “That’s all.”
“Oh,” Merlin said.
The day was getting better and better.
Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Gwen, Morgana and fabulous!Merlin
word count: 124
Author's note:
comment_fic: Gwen/Morgana, I'm going to close my eyes until this all goes awayMerlin rode a unicorn with a rainbow glittering saddle and halter. His hat had large bright plumes, and his shirt was of purple velvet.
“I’m going to close my eyes until this all goes away,” Morgana said when she first beheld him.
“Well, it’s not really going to go away,” Gwen said. “He’s here, he’s queer and we’re just going to have to deal with it.”
The girls burst into a fit of giggles as Merlin, the most fabulous rainbow-clad servant Camelot had ever known dismounted from the unicorn and made his way to the gates.
Title: the road less taken
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Word count: 290
Author's note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, choice / 35 ) Love which is simply free 52_days There is a moment on the precipice where several futures lay before her. On one path is Arthur, a kingdom that could be hers, at least partly. Balls and finery with the servants now at her command, a prestige given – and yet, wouldn’t she be little more than a child bearing doll there? She knows that Arthur would be more likely to listen to Merlin before her, and she doubted that he would share power. Gaining kingship wasn’t about to make him less hard-headed.
There was Lancelot, who she could have lived a happy, common life with. A knight and his wife, at the fringe of society. And maybe she would have taken it, had Lancelot not been so honorable as to step back and give up the fight before she even had a chance to say I prefer you to him.
The last was a dark path of exile. He she would be a pariah, never staying long in any one place lest someone notice that Morgana Le Fay had come to stay in their midsts. It was one of shadows, and mysticism, with only faint shades of the idyllic life they once lived within Camelot.
But she would be free. She was a servant no longer, whether a servant in truth or a servant disguised as something more. He, she was Morgana’s equal with only the road as law.
And she does not regret the choice through the mists of Avalon, for even if a thousand other girls had chosen to be queen, she still would have chosen Morgana.
Title: Stress Relief
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: light Rish
Word count: 568
Author's note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, stressArthur tended to be the giver, not merely the receiver of stress. Not to say that he didn’t get tense, but whenever that happened he tended to give ten times as much as he got. Which meant that Merlin became a very adept masseuse in quite a short period of time. Today was the same routine as always. Arthur was tired and stressed from a practice with a knight who had made all the wrong moves, but been just clumsy enough to give him some bruises.
He peeled Arthur’s shirt off and folded it for cleaning. He’d rubbed his hands in scented oil. Liliacs, probably. It was something of Morgana’s that he’d borrowed. Arthur wouldn’t be too happy about smelling all floral like, but it was better than smelling like lard from the kitchens.
“Lay down over there...please,” Merlin said. He stammered, and flushed unseen by Arthur.
“Yes, because I’ve completely forgotten my way in my own room,” Arthur said.
Merlin never mentioned the truth that was always there, weighing him down. He liked this a little more than he should. He liked the freedom of being able to touch him, the feel of Arthur’s muscles beneath his fingers, and how they would loosen and finally relax. He always knew the point when the stress had begun to ebb for Arthur would sigh, contented and stop throwing comments back, or even giving orders at all – and it took a very deep relaxation to stop Arthur from being bossy. In truth, Merlin would prolong it, and take as long as physically possible. He’d lean over so close that he could smell the mix of Arthur, the woodsmoke smell of his skin mixed with Morgana’s floral oil. He’d gotten Arthur to arch his back like a cat before, something so sexual and unintended that he’d blushed that first time. That didn’t stop him from trying again, because it sent a tingle through him to see Arthur like that.
It was easy to get in a rhythm in this low, romantic, really candlelight. And even though he tried to not think it, the mental image of his tongue running methodically down the small of Arthur’s back still came. It was good that Arthur could see him like this, really, he’d think him a horrible pervert and he wasn’t. Really. Just because sometimes his mind wandered and he thought of peeling off Arthur’s pants and massaging his rear (Gaius’ book on anatomy called them gluteus maximus – as well as minimus) down his thighs all the way to his calves and feet. He’d tell Arthur to flip over and massage his chest, sit on his lap and feel the hard rawness of his body.
Really, he couldn’t help wandering like that when he was touching Arthur’s body. He didn’t mean to...it just happened. So it always was when he was done he’d step back like he’d been burnt and get out as soon as possible to hide the evidence. He’d go into some unused bedroom corner, lean against the cold stone wall and finish what Arthur had unmeaningly started there. His mind was back there over Arthur’s skin, his lips parting with a name unsaid but thought and in his mind the touch was rougher, coarser, and entirely not his own.
Title: knowing
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 201
Author's note:
comment_fic:.Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, knowingYears of closeness brought a finishing sentences, do you know what I’m thinking? Of course I do . Merlin was attuned to his master, until the point where he’d get things before asked, passing apples or butter before the word was said. He’d grown from the gawky, awkward boy to a model servant, the type who would written down in history, long considered a mould for how a king’s servant should be.
But Merlin wasn’t the only one attuned. When the hint of magic came, Merlin didn’t find scorn, just a dull sense of knowing, as if the topic had long been known to him.
“Aren’t you angry?” Merlin said, waiting for a blot that never came.
I always figured someone was up with you. In the end I trusted you whatever it was.”
Arthur seemed to blankly shrug it off. “You haven’t killed me yet. In fact you’ve done quite the opposite. So you’re magic. Great. Now heat my tea would you? It’s freezing.”
Merlin smiled, and complied.
This knowledge, the two-sided coin was not one sided, for trust does not work that way.
Title: oh, jealousy
Series: Merlin
Character/pairing: Arthur > Merlin, Merlin/Freya
Word count: 398
Author's note:
comment_fic:. Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, the first time Arthur was jealous over Merlin. “I kissed a girl,” Merlin said dreamily. “It was sweet.”
“And I suppose it was just like kissing you?” Arthur said, irritated.
“Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never kissed myself. I don’t think it’s really possible.”
Arthur had been irritated all day, even more so since the girl had come along. Merlin was hardly there for his chores, because he was too busy frolicking in meadows with some new slip of a thing who probably couldn’t even hold a sword. It’d be different if Merlin had fallen for Morgana or Gwen, he could abide by that (and it’d also be rather hopeless considering that even he could see that they were more than friends and Arthur, being Uther’s progeny was not the most noticing sort out there) but this Freya was a most unwelcome usurper.
There was a fantasy, a daydream of sorts – though Arthur wasn’t one for idle dreaming. Maybe he’d call it a planning, a possibility to calm his nerves. The image has him pushing Merlin to the wall, lifting his chin and asking did she kiss you like this? and then giving his best work of it. Kissing him until he was moaning and gasping and clinging to him – until he could only beg for more. And that was a request he could and would grant. He’d kiss Merlin so hard that he forgot all about his silly little drip of a girl and pay attention only to him again.
Instead, Arthur only flicked his gaze over Merlin, new and shining and dreamy over the girl.
“You’re late with your chores. Get to work.”
Not even a harsh word could take Merlin from his rosy world. He left, and Arthur set back to his food. He felt something burning and hot in him, cutting at him, like anger but deeper, sharper. Jealousy The green-eyed Monster, they called it. But this wasn’t taken down with sword or spear, it’d live in him, clawing out whenever that girl’s name got mentioned, or not when he could tell that it was on the tip of Merlin’s tongue repeated in a chant, a mantra to keep the memory.
He pushed his food aside. He wasn’t hungry anymore.
Title: Strawberry Season
Series: Firefly
Character/Pairing Kaylee/Strawberries, with Jayne accidentally coming across it. (Jayne/Kaylee)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 223
Author's note:
comment_fic: Firefly, Kaylee/author's choice, it's always strawberry season somewhereShe dipped the strawberry in white cream and put it in her mouth slowly, slowly, sucking at it as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted in her life. Then she twisted it in a way that he could almost just imagine the way her tongue was working. If it were Inara or Zoe he’d have already made a dirty comment or two about things they could replace that Strawberry with, but with Kaylee, there wasn’t enough blood left in his head to actually make a coherent response.
She looked up, all smiles. “Ya need somethin’, Jayne?”
She licked a stray trace a cream from the side of her mouth.
“Mal wanted you,” he said gruffly.
He had been sent out here like a fucking errand boy and got the best softcore girl on strawberry oral he’d ever seen. Not even the mental image of Inara and the female ambassador was this good.
“Ok! I’ll be right off then,” she said.
“I’ll be in my bunk,” he said low, to himself as he watched her leave and the last scent of strawberries that surrounded her left with her.
Title: we all have our parts to play
Series: Ouran
Character/Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya
Word count: 598
OHSHC, Kyoya/Tamaki, we all have our parts to play
They all had their parts to play. Mori was the protector, the older brother, the stoic. The twins were the mischievous type, ones who girls were warned against, but secretly wanted. Kyouya was the kind who their families wanted them to marry, with just a touch of dark to keep the fascination on. A rich boy from a nice family, a doctor.
And Tamaki? He was the king, the charming one, the sun and light of their little group. He was the charm, the beauty, the life of them and thus rightly their leader. Without him, their group would be nothing – a few unattached threads who drifted away to other clubs, like kendo and photography, acting and fencing. Without him, the world would certainly become a different place, one colder, less idealistic and uglier just for the lack of him.
*
Haruhi looked over his shoulder. She wasn’t wont to getting into other’s business, but her schedule for that day was gone and she was getting rather desperate given that she’d wasted fifteen minutes playing keep away with the twins until she’d finally given up and just gone to face Kyouya head on instead.
She rose an eyebrow. “You go on about Tamaki an awful lot there.”
“He’s our star in the club and a good source of income,” Kyouya said.
“Strange, I’m not on there,” Haruhi said.
“It’s an old note.”
“So you kept an old note that went on and on about Tamaki...”
Kyouya tore the paper away
“You shouldn’t look in my things,” Kyouya said, slow and dangerous.
“I was just looking for a schedule,” she said with a shrug.
Kyouya scowled and rifled through his case in a way that was so slow and methodical, yet seething with anger that anyone less brave than Haruhi would have been rightly terrified.
“I wouldn’t suggest you try blackmail with me. You will most assuredly regret it,” Kyouya said.
Haruhi was impassive. “I’m not one of the twins. Who you pine after isn’t my business. Though I think you should do something about it.”
“He’s in love with you,” Kyouya said guardedly.
“He thinks he’s in love with me. Ever notice that the vision of what he loves is nothing like what’s really there?”
“He’s a fool, of course. He always has been.”
And yet, there was something fond, something soft at the edges of his coldness.
“Not as foolish as you for not doing anything.”
“I have a life to attend to. Scandal would ruin my plans. So...”
“And you can’t hide it? You once hid a whole platoon of soldiers and planned Tamaki’s surprise birthday party like you were guarding national secrets.”
Kyouya was silent then, taking in what she said.
She seemed to shrug it off. “Do what you will. My mother always said ‘love is the only thing in life that’s worth anything in life. It’s the only thing that lasts.’”
She left him then, schedule in hand. He thought of the life he had planned with many cold people who thought nothing of him, but only of the family, the money, the influence, the fame. Still, giving up his ambitions would be a deep betrayal to himself, and he would never be happy knowing how close the job was. He folded the paper over many times. Maybe there was a way to compromise.
They all had their roles to play, even her.
Title: the sin of omission
Series: Merlin:
Character/pairing: actually, I think it's gen
Word count: 250
Author's note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, It's not a lie, it's an omissionArthur was steeled, more determined and hardened than Merlin had ever seen. He drew his sword and Merlin knew that he sought the king’s blood. He desperately stepped in front of him.
“She was wrong. That woman she– she’s a liar,” Merlin said. “Have I ever lied to you?”
Arthur looked suspicious, but stopped. The king would live a little longer, and Arthur had changed his view.
“Magic is evil, after all. I can’t believe I took that witch’s words into account and almost killed my own father,” he said. He sheathed his sword. The rage was gone.
Had he ever lied to Arthur? Oh yes. Every day there were omissions. Magic words, the times he’d saved his life through forbidden ways. Little white lies for his sake, and only that.
And Merlin tried to take comfort in knowing that even if Arthur despised everything that he was, at least he wouldn’t have to live a shell of a man. He’d never forgive himself for killing the king, even if he was a tyrant.
So Merlin chose Arthur over himself, over the world of people just like him hiding their magic lest they be burned at the stake. If he had the chance, he’d make it again, for he couldn’t abide with a peace bought at the cost of Arthur’s happiness.