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such_heights) wrote2009-11-13 02:00 am
such_heights) wrote2009-11-13 02:00 am
the impromptu happy fanathon
It seems to be a rough time at the end of a rough year for a lot of people. This is sad-making. To that end, I have a proposal. A low-key meme, a little more joy - a fanathon, if you will. Take a break from fic exchanges and NaNo and waiting anxiously for your Yuletide assignment, and come join in.
This is the place for that vidlet you don't really have time for but want to make anyway, the self-indulgent PWP that you want to be writing instead of your plotty exchange fic, the picspam in testament to that scene you keep watching, the reclist of comfort fics you keep coming back to.
There are a number of ways to play:
1. Make something that will make you happy. A reclist, a picspam, a fic, a vid, art, graphics, anything you like. Make it purely for yourself, and then post it as a comment and share the joy outwards.
2. Ask for something that would make you happy, anything at all.
3. Grant others' requests, if you achieve happiness that way!
4. View and enjoy.
Some notes and guidelines:
Anonymous commenting is on, OpenID also available if you're here from another site. If you're posting creative content - fic, vids, art etc - in a comment then it should be new work. All fandoms, pairings, ratings and genres are welcome - I said you had to make yourself happy, not your characters. *g* Please mark any fanworks with a subject line containing fandom, pairing/characters, rating and any applicable content or spoiler warnings.
If this takes off, I'll update this post with links to what folks have done. Please do spread the word!
This is the place for that vidlet you don't really have time for but want to make anyway, the self-indulgent PWP that you want to be writing instead of your plotty exchange fic, the picspam in testament to that scene you keep watching, the reclist of comfort fics you keep coming back to.
There are a number of ways to play:
1. Make something that will make you happy. A reclist, a picspam, a fic, a vid, art, graphics, anything you like. Make it purely for yourself, and then post it as a comment and share the joy outwards.
2. Ask for something that would make you happy, anything at all.
3. Grant others' requests, if you achieve happiness that way!
4. View and enjoy.
Some notes and guidelines:
Anonymous commenting is on, OpenID also available if you're here from another site. If you're posting creative content - fic, vids, art etc - in a comment then it should be new work. All fandoms, pairings, ratings and genres are welcome - I said you had to make yourself happy, not your characters. *g* Please mark any fanworks with a subject line containing fandom, pairing/characters, rating and any applicable content or spoiler warnings.
If this takes off, I'll update this post with links to what folks have done. Please do spread the word!
merlin: kisses sweeter than wine; gwen/morgana, pg.
It starts off with simple, almost imperceptible clues: a brush of fingertips at the underside of Morgana's wrist as she helps undress her for bed; her hand lingering at the soft, warm curve of skin where neck and shoulder meet as she gathers Morgana's hair into a loose ponytail before she heads out to ride; a palm pressed a bit too possessively at the small of Morgana's back as they climb into a carriage. Gwen's pulse quickens and her breath catches each time she takes one of these small, calculated risks, but Morgana appears oblivious for weeks. She begins to feel as though her efforts are doomed to go unnoticed forever.
One clear, bright morning, Morgana beckons Gwen into her room and requests that she pack a picnic luncheon; Morgana wants her to accompany her on a walk into the forest. Gwen obliges, and the two set off within the hour. It goes like every other walk they'd ever taken before, and Gwen feels foolish for entertaining the idea that something more would come out of it.
They sit down in a lush clearing to eat the contents of the basket Gwen's been carrying. Morgana smiles at her as Gwen starts to open the small jug of dark wine, taking the glass offered to her with a soft thank you. Something in her tone makes her look up, and Gwen blushes softly at the way Morgana's eyes are focussed on her. Morgana says nothing and sips at the wine, and Gwen can still feel her gaze even as she sets to the mundane task of slicing cheese and apples.
When she finally looks up again, Gwen realises that Morgana has moved closer. She offers her the food, and Morgana picks up an apple slice. It doesn't make it to her lips, though, because she offers it to Gwen instead. Gwen's eyes go wide for a second, her heart thundering in her chest, fingers nervously clutching at the fabric of her gown. She parts her lips and bites the apple, and the taste is both sweet and tart on her tongue. But then Morgana is kissing her. Gwen's eyes shut and her brain stops working, and all she knows is the way Morgana's lips taste like wine and the warmth of fingers sliding over her own.
Gwen is breathless when Morgana slowly pulls away, both looking at each other with shy glances and flushed cheeks. I never knew you had any idea, she breathes. Morgana laughs, and the sound carries on the soft breeze to play in the tall grass. You'd be amazed at the things I can see, she says. Her tone and look are coy, but Gwen barely notices it. She's too busy watching Morgana's lips as they move, her stomach fluttering with the knowledge that those lips were just against her own.
They drink the entire jug of wine between the two of them, losing track of time as they sit close to each other, laughing at nothing. They nibble at the cheese and apples and each other: jaws, and lips, and collarbones. Morgana casually slips her hand into Gwen's as they walk back to Camelot's gates, reluctant to part when they get within range of the watchtowers. But they do; they fall back into the roles they were assigned at birth - the Lady and her handmaiden. When she lays her head down that night, Gwen presses her fingers to her lips, the taste of Morgana fresh in her memory. She wonders if she'll ever know the pleasure of kissing her again.
She doesn't have to wonder long; Morgana comes to her the next day for another walk.
And every day after that.
Re: merlin: kisses sweeter than wine; gwen/morgana, pg.
♥!
Re: merlin: kisses sweeter than wine; gwen/morgana, pg.
\o/ \o/ \o/ :D!