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such_heights) wrote2010-01-19 08:38 pm
such_heights) wrote2010-01-19 08:38 pm
today's last post, promise!
Via lots of people on my flist, a meme.
eta: all gone!
1.gorgeousnerd: Merlin, Morgana/Morgause, a stormy morning
2.cherrybina: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, a happy secret
3.makai: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, some fetishes weren't kept to himself
4.the_moonmoth: Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, a day in the life
5.virginia_bell: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, revision
6.nny: Star Trek, something Scotty related
7.miarrow: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, a steady hold
8.liseuse: SGA, John/Rodney, 'I swear this city wants your lovechild'
9.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosemaryandrue: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, buttercups
10.woldy: Merlin, OT4, sleepiness & firelight
fandoms: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Merlin, Stargate: Atlantis, Star Trek Reboot, Firefly, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I could also have a crack at LotS or Being Human, though I'm a little behind on both. Crossovers welcome. Throw me a character/ship and a prompt and I will see what I can do! Also, really, I'm going to make myself keep them under 500 words. I know what I'm like.
(Basically, I have looots of academic work to do this evening, and it would be lovely to take breaks where I continue to write words, thereby hopefully keeping the mojo going. It's this or continuing to spam your flist!)
eta: all gone!
The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble (loose definition of term) for any pairing/OT3/OT4/character of their choosing.
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gorgeousnerd: Merlin, Morgana/Morgause, a stormy morning2.
cherrybina: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, a happy secret3.
makai: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, some fetishes weren't kept to himself4.
the_moonmoth: Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, a day in the life5.
virginia_bell: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, revision6.
nny: Star Trek, something Scotty related7.
miarrow: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, a steady hold8.
liseuse: SGA, John/Rodney, 'I swear this city wants your lovechild'9.
rosemaryandrue: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, buttercups10.
woldy: Merlin, OT4, sleepiness & firelightfandoms: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Merlin, Stargate: Atlantis, Star Trek Reboot, Firefly, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I could also have a crack at LotS or Being Human, though I'm a little behind on both. Crossovers welcome. Throw me a character/ship and a prompt and I will see what I can do! Also, really, I'm going to make myself keep them under 500 words. I know what I'm like.
(Basically, I have looots of academic work to do this evening, and it would be lovely to take breaks where I continue to write words, thereby hopefully keeping the mojo going. It's this or continuing to spam your flist!)
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Morgana leaned against a wall, looking out to where what remained of the roof of this ruined castle fell away, leaving the rain to splash against the old, broken stones. A booming thunderclap rolled across the hills towards her, and she folded her arms in against herself.
"Don't like the storm?" asked a soft voice behind her.
Morgana turned to see Morgause, smiling kindly the way she always did.
Morgana laughed a little, not wishing to appear childish. "No, I'm just a little cold."
"I thought you might be," said Morgause, nodding at the woollen blanket in her hands.
She draped it around Morgana, the rough wool warm and comforting. It was a shiver of quite a different sort that ran through Morgana as Morgause's hands brushed over her bare shoulders and trailed down her arms, damp from the morning mist.
"Are you ready for your next lesson?" Morgause asked. She looked to the sky, her eyes flashing bright, and the clouds parted before her, sunlight tearing through the storm to light up the courtyard.
"Yes," said Morgana, a little breathless, and when Morgause took her hand, she felt magic in her touch, strength and connection that made Morgana's heart beat fast every time.
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Merlin/Arthur, a happy secret
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"Merlin? Merlin. Meeerlin."
Merlin blinked. "Um. Yes?"
Arthur sighed. "For the fourth time, could you do Princess Susan the honour of passing her the potatoes?"
"Oh! Yes, of course." Merlin picked up the dish and turned to pass it to the princess sitting on his left side. He smiled at her, and she beamed back. After she'd taken her fill of potatoes, she reached for something in her lap that looked disturbingly like a diary, giggling to herself.
As Arthur leaned forward, better to earnestly engage the new King of Mercia, Merlin leaned backwards to catch Gwen's eye, who was seated on the other side of Arthur.
"Is a state banquet really the best place for a twelve-year-old?" he hissed to her.
Gwen shruged. "Arthur and Morgana came to these things when they were children. Besides, she's rather sweet."
"Yes, but she hasn't been making googly-eyes and writing in her diary about you all night!"
"Yes, because I haven't been turning the charm on, unlike some I could mention."
"I --" Merlin protested. "I was just being nice!"
"The trouble with you," Gwen said reflectively, "is that I'm honestly not sure you can tell the difference between the two."
She grinned, gave him an encouraging thumbs-up, and turned back to resume her conversation with Morgana. Merlin settled back in his seat, listening half-heartedly to the intense political discussion Arthur was embroiled in, with dignitaries from many kingdoms intently questioning this young new king of Camelot. Merlin would care more if he didn't know he'd get the distilled version from Arthur later that night.
In the meantime, his attention not required, Merlin let his mind wander again, back to a couple of hours previously.
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"For the love of-- Arthur, pull yourself together," Merlin said, finally snapping.
"Excuse me?" Arthur stopped in his pacing, which had been going on for the past half an hour.
"You," Merlin said slowly, stepping towards him, "are going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine. Stop. Fretting."
"I am not - fretting!"
"Oh, you really are." Merlin took Arthur's face between his palms and kissed him quickly. "Here, look, we've still got an hour. Relax. Can you do that for me?"
Arthur nodded, and his body grows a little less tense.
"Brilliant. Now then." Merlin went for Arthur's belt.
"Woah, wait, what are you--?"
"I've dressed you once already this evening, I can manage it again. Unless you'd rather I didn't?"
"No no, carry on," Arthur said nonchalantly.
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All these royals, they thought they were getting the inside scoop on Arthur, but Merlin knew better. None of them knew the shape of Arthur's bare shoulder in candlelight, the breathy sighs he made when Merlin kissed his jaw. And none of them had the foggiest idea what the man could do with his tongue.
Merlin gradually turned his attention back to the room, but a secret smile still played across his face.
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And none of them had the foggiest idea what the man could do with his tongue. \
NGH. Oh yes.
♥♥♥
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"Jack," Ianto said conversationally as Jack secured the ties around his wrists, "is there anything you're not into?"
Jack looked thoughtful as he steps back to examine his handiwork. "Never met a kink I didn't like," he said. "If you're into it, I'm into it." He paused for a moment just to take in the sight of Ianto, dishevelled and straining against his bonds, swinging to and fro gently from the ceiling. Metal held him securely along his shoulders, at the collar around his neck, and he looked gorgeous. Ropes pressed his arms to his back, making him look almost trussed up, just the way Jack knew Ianto liked it.
"Right, well. That's handy," said Ianto.
"Oh yeah? Got some bright ideas?"
"One or two. Now shut up and get on with it."
"On it," Jack said with a smile, picking up the gag from the table in the corner.
Ianto's whole body contorted as he caught sight of the soft leather in Jack's hands, and the groan that escaped him was a plea.
Oh yeah, Jack thought, walking back to Ianto. This? He was definitely into.
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not quite standard procedure, PG-13, 400 words
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the entire crew of the Enterprise are really fucking awesome. Granted, that's probably not quite how Pike would put it, but Jim knows he'd think it. It's what comes of a team forged in the heat of battle, tragedy and victory. It's probably also got something to do with that seriously epic oh my god we're not dead party they had on the ship when they got back to Earth, in which about 75% of the crew got spectacularly drunk and made out with each other.
Jim has every intention of making that into a monthly social event. Anyway, after everything had shook down a little, they're all pretty comfortable and in tune with each other, which has something to do with all kinds of things but in general is pretty great.
Spock, of course, doesn't fit into the pattern. Spock has no embarrassing stories - or rather, nothing that he thinks is embarrassing, which is a more subjective way of looking at it - no interest in drunken bonding rituals, none of traits that have brought the rest of the crew together. And yet, all the same, he just fits.
Jim wonders, sometimes, if Vulcans' telepathic powers have been grossly understated, because Spock just has this knack, like he's tuned into to whatever Jim needs at any given time. A report before he's asked for it, a reminder about a video conference with Starfleet Command that he wasn't even supposed to know about - though Jim would have told him all about it afterwards anyway.
And so maybe it's not such a surprise when it happens, after all. It starts when Spock and Uhura have this amicable, logical, totally weird break-up, and Jim starts finding himself a little knocked for six sometimes by Spock and his sheer-- Spockness, who even knew Jim had a thing for the rationality devotee type.
Just before he completely loses his mind, Spock shows up at his quarters one night, soft-spoken and assuming. But there's something in his stance that makes Jim figure out what he's here for in about a nanosecond.
"Oh my god," he says, "Spock, you don't have to--"
"No," Spock agrees. "I do, however -" he pauses, for just a moment, and it makes Jim's insides do something complicated, "- want to."
"Oh! Well, in that case."
"Indeed," says Spock, and he steps inside, enough to let the door slide shut behind him.
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"Nyargh," says Remus. He feels it sums up the situation quite nicely.
"What?" Sirius asks, leaning perilously far back in his chair at the other side of the alcove.
"I keep reading the words, but do they go in? No, they don't."
"Well then," says Sirius. "I think I pronounce a break."
Remus protests, but only tokenly, as he lets Sirius tug him out of his seat.
"What do you want to do?" he asks. "Get some fresh air?"
"Hmm," says Sirius. "I had another idea, actually." He gets his wand out and casts a couple of quick charms for privacy. "C'mere."
"The library? Really?" Remus asks as Sirius pulls him close.
"Oh, you love it," Sirius says huskily, before kissing him, his hands stroking Remus's neck.
The thing is, Remus really, really does.
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And this --
"Nyargh," says Remus. He feels it sums up the situation quite nicely.
Remus, I agree with this wholeheartedly. *nods*
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Scotty would have figured, if he'd been asked, that after an extended period of near total isolation on Delta Vega, the last thing he would ever have wanted again was solitude.
But after they save Earth and don't save Vulcan and all the other hell that broke loose in a very short space of time, when the makeshift crew of the Enterprise are celebrating, or maybe trying to forget, Scotty finds himself overwhelmed. There are too many people, too much noise, sensor overload. He extricates himself from the arm Hikaru's got slung over his shoulder and makes his escape, leaving the party in favour of quiet corridors, walking until there's no sound but the hum of the ship.
His breathing slows, his shoulders relax, and it feels good. He doesn't pay much mind to where he's headed, but he's not exactly surprised when he finds himself at the entrance to Engineering. He grins and walks inside - there's a skeleton crew around somewhere, but no one in sight. It's perfect, beautiful, like a balm to his soul. Everyone is getting all emotional about being alive and all that, but it's only here and now in the quiet that Scotty feels something stir in him. He places one palm on a bulkhead, which moves under his touch as though it were alive, and it's good.
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Sometimes, Morgana thinks she loves Gwen best in the morning, asleep in Morgana's bed after she's spent the night, her curls strewn about her face and looking careless and content. Morgana wants to frame the moment, keep Gwen here, keep her safe, and in the dawn light that plays softly over Gwen's skin, it feels possible.
But maybe she loves Gwen best on the days when she's alight with happiness, flowers in her hair and a melody on her breath as she tends to Morgana's chambers with a dozen light touches Morgana has learned to appreciate more than she has words to say. Instead, she offers her inadequate thanks by dropping kisses to Gwen's hand, her cheek, her lips.
No, that's not right either. Strange those it might seem, Morgana thinks she just might love Gwen best the moment before she enters a room. Gwen is dependable, steady as the seasons, something certain in an uncertain world. Morgana knows she can count on Gwen to be there, even in her nightmares, at the end of all things, and for that, Morgana loves her best of all.
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SG:A, John/Rodney, 'I swear this city wants your lovechild.'
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"Sheppard, stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Whatever it is that you're doing! The city's practically feeling you up!"
"What -- oh. Hey there, lady."
"Oh my god, did you just call that tentacle-wire-god-knows-what contraption 'lady'?"
"Um. Apparently?"
"Jeez, Colonel, do you two want some alone time?"
"Aw, Rodney, don't be like that. Atlantis has got enough love for the two of us."
"Okay, that is deprav-- mmph. Wha-- no, no, don't stop."
Rodney flailed back against the wall. John grinned triumphantly and moved in again. Wiring snuck its way up Rodney's body, and John was pretty sure he could hear Atlantis sigh happily to herself.
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&hearts
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