multifandom drabble repost, part 1!
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glass_icarusSince I'm not entirely finished writing yet, and twelve-plus ficbits are a bit too much to fit into a single post, here are the first few from the drabble free-for-all. :D Now edited for ratings (and better punctuation/grammar/etc.)!
01. stars [His Dark Materials; Lyra & Pan; G] forwoldy
Lyra sprawls on her back on the College roof, Pantalaimon a warm stripe across her chest. He's a monkey at the moment, a pygmy marmoset, tiny paw-hands curled into the coarse fabric of her dress.
"Look, Lyra," he says, pointing.
"Hm?"
"That's you."
Lyra blinks, squinting up at the sky. "The star?" Pan tucks his head beneath her chin, looking out along the line of her arm.
"No, that's Vega. Remember Professor Ambrosius nattering on at us last week?"
Lyra laughs. "You know I never listen to any of them if I can get away with it, really."
Pan chuckles soundlessly, a puff of warm breath. "Anyway, Lyra's a constellation. Vega's only one part of it, look. Here's the rest." Lyra drops her arm, watches his tiny fingers trace a rhombus off to one side.
"It doesn't look like much, does it?" Lyra says doubtfully.
Pan laughs. "There's a good story associated with it, though. Do you remember Orpheus?"
"The one who went to Hades to ask for his wife back?"
"That's him."
"He was rather stupid though, wasn't he? He messed it all up."
"I guess so."
"We'll have a better story one day, won't we?"
Pan curls closer, warm fur tickling Lyra's nose. "I'm sure we will."
02. gratuitous armor fitting [BBC Merlin; Merlin/Arthur before a battle; PG-13] forslightlytookish
Merlin frowns, smoothing his hands over Arthur's chain mail to press the kinks out. Arthur shifts, uncomfortably aware of Merlin's hands, Merlin's breath, the slight pout of his lower lip which is such a terrible distraction, really.
"Can we get on with it?" Arthur says plaintively, trying to ignore the rising warmth in his belly.
"I'd be going a lot faster if you would just hold still," Merlin retorts, reaching for the hauberk. Arthur doesn't know whether to sigh in relief at the extra layer of metal between his body and Merlin's hands or to cringe at the growing tightness in his trousers as Merlin fiddles with the buckles.
Merlin's knuckle brushes against his throat, and Arthur has to reach for his sword belt before he does something exceptionally stupid, like- like-
Merlin looks up at him with a half-smile, and Arthur growls and curls a hand around the back of his neck, licking his way into Merlin's soft mouth as the sword clangs to the floor, forgotten.
Merlin doesn't move back when Arthur releases him, lashes fluttering against Arthur's cheek. "What was-"
"For luck."
Merlin grins, looping his arms over Arthur's shoulders. "Well. Better make sure, then," he says, and kisses Arthur again.
03. Morgana & Gwen (or Morgana/Gwen) [BBC Merlin; G] forsuch_heights
"Gwen?"
Gwen smiles, but doesn't look up from her sewing. The hem of Morgana's cloak is torn again, thanks to her predilection for walking everywhere with surprisingly little regard for what she's actually wearing, and it needs to be repaired before tomorrow's feast.
"Gwen."
"Yes, my lady?"
Gwen looks up at the prolonged silence, hands stilling. Morgana shifts restlessly by the window, her gaze fixed upon the clear blue sky.
"What would you do, if you could do anything in the world?"
Gwen blinks. "I'd be here, of course. With you."
Morgana smiles, reaching over to tug affectionately at Gwen's curls. "I meant things, Gwen. Think about it. What would you do, if you could do anything you liked in the world?"
"Well." Gwen chews on her lip, thinking. "I always thought-" She pauses, suddenly shy.
"Go on."
"I used to watch my father at the forge, you see," Gwen says hesitantly. "He let me help sometimes. I'd work the bellows, or bring buckets of water to cool things. Once he taught me to shoe a horse."
"A blacksmith, then?"
Gwen nods. "I know it's a difficult job, and I know a lot of the work my father got was from-"
"From the knights."
"Exactly. And- I don't like fighting, but I watched my father make their armor, their swords, and it was so beautiful. I don't know how to explain it."
"Something you could do for the rest of your life?"
Gwen flushes. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, my lady-"
"No, no!" Morgana reaches out to clasp her hands. "You aren't, at all. I did ask."
Gwen looks down at their fingers, pale skin against dark. "It's something I would do if I could," she says firmly, "but given a choice, I would still choose to be with you."
04. fluff [BBC Merlin; Merlin & Arthur; PG] for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leandergasped
Arthur's on his way back from the practice yard when he sees Merlin, apparently leaving the stocks. Merlin waves at him, grinning despite the vegetable matter dripping from his hair, his clothes.
"Hello!"
Arthur blinks at him, trying to decide if he sounds foolishly cheerful or cheerfully foolish. "Should I even ask?" he says dryly.
"Er." Merlin flushes, ears turning as red as the tomato pulp dribbling down his cheek.
Arthur rolls his eyes. "You forgot to use honorifics again, didn't you?"
"Well, you know me," Merlin says, sheepish.
That dimple is really ridiculously cute, Arthur thinks absently, and immediately wants to smack himself. This is completely unacceptable- he refuses to find Merlin adorable even covered in half-rotted lettuce.
"Right, I'm just, er-" Merlin starts to turn toward Gaius's quarters.
Arthur catches him gingerly by the elbow. "Merlin. You do realize there's going to be a feast tonight? There's no way you're going to get clean in time if you wash up in there."
"But- I-" Merlin splutters. "Vegetables! In your room!"
"I need a bath anyway; we'll just ask them to bring up two tubs of water," Arthur says airily, tugging him toward the stairs.
Merlin digs in his heels, scowling. "Did I mention the vegetables, Sire? That I'll have to clean up after the bath?"
Arthur sighs. "Well, if you're going to be stubborn about it-" He grabs the hem of Merlin's ruined shirt and hauls it over his head, tossing it out the window. He grins at Merlin's stunned expression. "Come along, now, hurry up."
He'll have to buy Merlin a new shirt, but Merlin's indignant squawk as Arthur drags him up the stairs makes it entirely worth it.
[Part 2]
[Part 3]
01. stars [His Dark Materials; Lyra & Pan; G] for
woldyLyra sprawls on her back on the College roof, Pantalaimon a warm stripe across her chest. He's a monkey at the moment, a pygmy marmoset, tiny paw-hands curled into the coarse fabric of her dress.
"Look, Lyra," he says, pointing.
"Hm?"
"That's you."
Lyra blinks, squinting up at the sky. "The star?" Pan tucks his head beneath her chin, looking out along the line of her arm.
"No, that's Vega. Remember Professor Ambrosius nattering on at us last week?"
Lyra laughs. "You know I never listen to any of them if I can get away with it, really."
Pan chuckles soundlessly, a puff of warm breath. "Anyway, Lyra's a constellation. Vega's only one part of it, look. Here's the rest." Lyra drops her arm, watches his tiny fingers trace a rhombus off to one side.
"It doesn't look like much, does it?" Lyra says doubtfully.
Pan laughs. "There's a good story associated with it, though. Do you remember Orpheus?"
"The one who went to Hades to ask for his wife back?"
"That's him."
"He was rather stupid though, wasn't he? He messed it all up."
"I guess so."
"We'll have a better story one day, won't we?"
Pan curls closer, warm fur tickling Lyra's nose. "I'm sure we will."
02. gratuitous armor fitting [BBC Merlin; Merlin/Arthur before a battle; PG-13] for
slightlytookishMerlin frowns, smoothing his hands over Arthur's chain mail to press the kinks out. Arthur shifts, uncomfortably aware of Merlin's hands, Merlin's breath, the slight pout of his lower lip which is such a terrible distraction, really.
"Can we get on with it?" Arthur says plaintively, trying to ignore the rising warmth in his belly.
"I'd be going a lot faster if you would just hold still," Merlin retorts, reaching for the hauberk. Arthur doesn't know whether to sigh in relief at the extra layer of metal between his body and Merlin's hands or to cringe at the growing tightness in his trousers as Merlin fiddles with the buckles.
Merlin's knuckle brushes against his throat, and Arthur has to reach for his sword belt before he does something exceptionally stupid, like- like-
Merlin looks up at him with a half-smile, and Arthur growls and curls a hand around the back of his neck, licking his way into Merlin's soft mouth as the sword clangs to the floor, forgotten.
Merlin doesn't move back when Arthur releases him, lashes fluttering against Arthur's cheek. "What was-"
"For luck."
Merlin grins, looping his arms over Arthur's shoulders. "Well. Better make sure, then," he says, and kisses Arthur again.
03. Morgana & Gwen (or Morgana/Gwen) [BBC Merlin; G] for
such_heights"Gwen?"
Gwen smiles, but doesn't look up from her sewing. The hem of Morgana's cloak is torn again, thanks to her predilection for walking everywhere with surprisingly little regard for what she's actually wearing, and it needs to be repaired before tomorrow's feast.
"Gwen."
"Yes, my lady?"
Gwen looks up at the prolonged silence, hands stilling. Morgana shifts restlessly by the window, her gaze fixed upon the clear blue sky.
"What would you do, if you could do anything in the world?"
Gwen blinks. "I'd be here, of course. With you."
Morgana smiles, reaching over to tug affectionately at Gwen's curls. "I meant things, Gwen. Think about it. What would you do, if you could do anything you liked in the world?"
"Well." Gwen chews on her lip, thinking. "I always thought-" She pauses, suddenly shy.
"Go on."
"I used to watch my father at the forge, you see," Gwen says hesitantly. "He let me help sometimes. I'd work the bellows, or bring buckets of water to cool things. Once he taught me to shoe a horse."
"A blacksmith, then?"
Gwen nods. "I know it's a difficult job, and I know a lot of the work my father got was from-"
"From the knights."
"Exactly. And- I don't like fighting, but I watched my father make their armor, their swords, and it was so beautiful. I don't know how to explain it."
"Something you could do for the rest of your life?"
Gwen flushes. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, my lady-"
"No, no!" Morgana reaches out to clasp her hands. "You aren't, at all. I did ask."
Gwen looks down at their fingers, pale skin against dark. "It's something I would do if I could," she says firmly, "but given a choice, I would still choose to be with you."
04. fluff [BBC Merlin; Merlin & Arthur; PG] for
leandergaspedArthur's on his way back from the practice yard when he sees Merlin, apparently leaving the stocks. Merlin waves at him, grinning despite the vegetable matter dripping from his hair, his clothes.
"Hello!"
Arthur blinks at him, trying to decide if he sounds foolishly cheerful or cheerfully foolish. "Should I even ask?" he says dryly.
"Er." Merlin flushes, ears turning as red as the tomato pulp dribbling down his cheek.
Arthur rolls his eyes. "You forgot to use honorifics again, didn't you?"
"Well, you know me," Merlin says, sheepish.
That dimple is really ridiculously cute, Arthur thinks absently, and immediately wants to smack himself. This is completely unacceptable- he refuses to find Merlin adorable even covered in half-rotted lettuce.
"Right, I'm just, er-" Merlin starts to turn toward Gaius's quarters.
Arthur catches him gingerly by the elbow. "Merlin. You do realize there's going to be a feast tonight? There's no way you're going to get clean in time if you wash up in there."
"But- I-" Merlin splutters. "Vegetables! In your room!"
"I need a bath anyway; we'll just ask them to bring up two tubs of water," Arthur says airily, tugging him toward the stairs.
Merlin digs in his heels, scowling. "Did I mention the vegetables, Sire? That I'll have to clean up after the bath?"
Arthur sighs. "Well, if you're going to be stubborn about it-" He grabs the hem of Merlin's ruined shirt and hauls it over his head, tossing it out the window. He grins at Merlin's stunned expression. "Come along, now, hurry up."
He'll have to buy Merlin a new shirt, but Merlin's indignant squawk as Arthur drags him up the stairs makes it entirely worth it.
[Part 2]
[Part 3]
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Date: 2009-05-09 12:53 am (UTC)Now I am thinking of Hades, Persephone and Demeter too and getting fic ideas. Ugh. I have no time for fic ideas.
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Date: 2009-05-09 01:01 am (UTC)plotbunnies, they are made of evil. they refuse to reproduce when you want something to do and have got too much time on your hands, but then suddenly you're busy, and KABOOM!
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Date: 2009-05-09 01:09 am (UTC)I suffer mightily from the 2:30am inspiration attacks, too.
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Date: 2009-05-09 02:02 am (UTC)almost as much as I liked Arthur stripping Merlin's shirt off him and tossing it out the window. because Vegetables!! heeee!
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