Summary: Finding a chink in the wall.

( A Stubborn Wall )

AN: Club!fic for bewarethesmirk, who incited this. My thanks to p_zeitgeist for betaing.

Flash

Glossy white lights flicker up through the wire-grate floor like the flash of cameras, sensations clear and fluid under the wash of music. He remembers the bar, downstairs, a mirrored surface under thick glass. Salt and tequila, which was a very good idea in fact, especially ( Read more... )

Gwen likes Merlin, but I think it's more that he is sweet and loyal and kind, and they're in the same boat (more or less)--and that Merlin just happens to be very pretty (when he's not looking slightly odd) and has, occasionally, a truly amazing smile.

But sexual chemistry? Yeah, not so much ( Read more... )

Summary: It's a long fucking drive. (AN: Written for animeartistjo.)

the always puzzle of living and doingA little light bleeds around drawn curtains, from semis rolling down the interstate, the slow blink of the motel sign. Sam's mouth is demanding, hands impatient as he shoves Dean, pushing him away even though there's no place left for Dean to go, boxed ( Read more... )

Merlin is so silly and so light, bright and improbable--I don't mean the show, with its obvious flaws, but the idea within the show--these young careless people who love each other without realizing it, and know so little ( Read more... )

Summary: It isn't a serious marriage negotiation. And anyone who understood life at court would know this. (Written for Merlin100's Curiosity challenge.)

RealpolitikThe nets are drawn back, doves pale against a blue sky, wings flapping in a noisy rush. A political marriage is all he has ever expected, though this is just for show, one of his father's ( Read more... )

Give me a pairing and a one word prompt and I will write you a sentence of porn.

If you want something other than the usual suspects, my maybe-I-sort-of-write-them-if-you-squint list is here.

AN: Written for Merlin100's Prompt #2: Rain.

MaelstromThe sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets. Gusts of wind grasp like seeking hands, wrenching trees and stones from the earth, digging great furrows like the footprints of lumbering giants. Merlin is lost to view, a small flickering figure at the heart of the storm. The air between them is ( Read more... )

Writing Arthur is fun. There are such gaps between what he does, what he says, what he thinks and what he actually feels. The result is like music with four or five melodies in counterpoint ( Read more... )

Summary: The nature of power.

To Have a Giant's Strength"You could order men racked ( Read more... )