Twitfic Roundup: 3/14/12-3/15/12
Twitfics for various pairings and fandoms. Today's stats: 4 minifics, ~900 words total, 2 Inception (both Arthur/Eames), 1 BBC Merlin (Arthur/Merlin), 1 Suits (Harvey/Mike).
Arthur/Eames (Inception) prompt: gloves, coffee
"You forgot gloves again?" Eames raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Arthur dearest, I'm beginning to suspect you just want to hold my hand."
Arthur's ears went suspiciously red, but Eames didn't call him on it, slipping one of his own gloves onto Arthur's bare hands and taking the other one to hold. "You could just ask me out for a coffee, like a normal person."
Arthur/Eames (Inception) prompt: tea party with Phillipa
"And how do you take YOUR tea, Mr. Nesbit?"
Arthur bit back the grin that was threatening to split his face in half as he watched Eames, dubbed Mrs. Nesbit, delicately sip invisible tea from a tiny cup. "A bit of cream and a lemon slice, please."
Arthur/Merlin (BBC Merlin) prompt: starlings and starlight
"Another successful tournament, eh Merlin?" Merlin grimaced, pushing Arthur's arm off of his shoulders. "Ugh, you smell like a bear!"
"Hazard of the job, 'm afraid. Though, my name does mean 'bear-king', so maybe you're not too far off." Arthur frowned. "Hey, what does your name mean anyway?"
Merlin shrugged. "I think it's some kind of bird. My mom likes bird-watching, I dunno."
"That's kind of a weird hobby." Merlin shrugged. "We live in the country, what else is she supposed to do? Climb trees?"
Arthur laughed, dumping his discarded armor into Merlin's outstretched arms. "I guess not. So, you're waiting on me at the feast tonight, yeah?" He shifted nervously, and Merlin raised an eyebrow.
"It's kind of my job, Arthur...unless you don't want me to?"
"No, no! I...uh." Arthur cleared his throat. "After the feast tonight, there's supposed to be a full moon tonight, and...you know."
Merlin raised his other eyebrow to meet the first. "If you're trying to tell me you're ACTUALLY a bear-man, it's not funny. You know how I feel about shape-shifters after last month."
Arthur threw up a hand, exasperated. "I'm trying to ask if you wanted to go on a date, idiot! I wanted to go up to the north balcony with you and look out at the stars."
"Oh." After a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Merlin pressed a quick kiss to Arthur's cheek. "I'd love to, Arthur. I'll look forward to it all night."
Arthur shrugged. "Go draw me a bath already," he said gruffly, embarrassed.
Merlin forgot about the conversation until a few days later, when Gaius handed him an envelope with Arthur's seal. Inside was a crudely-drawn picture of two birds, a larger one and a smaller one, wings crossed. 'I guess this makes me the starling' was written under it, in Arthur's neat cursive. 'Go look up your name, you like reading.'
Which meant that Arthur had gone and looked it up himself in his rare free time, despite his hatred of all things book-related.
Merlin smiled, and when Gaius released him for the day, he went down to the castle library and asked the librarian for information about Merlins. He learned that they were actually a type of unusually friendly falcon, who often attracted starlings in large flocks--and then he put two and two together, and stood there, grinning stupidly as he realized that Arthur had written him a RESEARCHED love note.
He didn't know what had brought the sweet gestures on of late, but he hoped they continued. And when Arthur groggily shuffled into council the next morning, a love bite visible in the v of his collar, thankfully no one commented.
Harvey/Mike (Suits) prompt: pizza and beer
Donna is the only one who remembers Harvey and Mike's first anniversary. She passes it along to the rest of the office, but had thought at least ONE of them would remember. She finally has to discreetly pull them aside and remind them after Harvey asks why Jessica is so eager to let them go early. They exchange sheepish glances with each other, then proceed to go home and re-christen every fixture in Harvey's penthouse, both secretly vowing to do better next time and plan a more romantic surprise.
So, for the second anniversary, Harvey schedules an expensive dinner out and Mike gets box office tickets to the Yankees game. Of course, Harvey gets an emergency phone call from Jessica about one of the clients Louis's new guy has led astray, so again they end up having a night sexathon. This time, though, Mike blurts out in one of his post-coital no-filters times that he actually still feels uncomfortable at expensive dinners. Harvey laughs and admits that the guy who Mike bought two of his season tickets from was him. They grin at each other & resolve to do better again the next year.
After several years of flower allergies, botched reservations and miscommunications, for their 7th anniversary Mike (somewhat shyly) suggests that what he really wants is to just spend time with Harvey at home. Harvey heartily agrees, and they end up drinking beers and ordering pizza, and they fall asleep in front of the TV. When Mike wakes up to Harvey tucked into the crook of his shoulder, he smiles, presses a kiss to the crown of Harvey's head, and declares this to be their best one yet. (When he wakes Harvey up with leftover pizza and a blowjob, Harvey eagerly agrees.)
Arthur/Eames (Inception) prompt: gloves, coffee
"You forgot gloves again?" Eames raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Arthur dearest, I'm beginning to suspect you just want to hold my hand."
Arthur's ears went suspiciously red, but Eames didn't call him on it, slipping one of his own gloves onto Arthur's bare hands and taking the other one to hold. "You could just ask me out for a coffee, like a normal person."
Arthur/Eames (Inception) prompt: tea party with Phillipa
"And how do you take YOUR tea, Mr. Nesbit?"
Arthur bit back the grin that was threatening to split his face in half as he watched Eames, dubbed Mrs. Nesbit, delicately sip invisible tea from a tiny cup. "A bit of cream and a lemon slice, please."
Arthur/Merlin (BBC Merlin) prompt: starlings and starlight
"Another successful tournament, eh Merlin?" Merlin grimaced, pushing Arthur's arm off of his shoulders. "Ugh, you smell like a bear!"
"Hazard of the job, 'm afraid. Though, my name does mean 'bear-king', so maybe you're not too far off." Arthur frowned. "Hey, what does your name mean anyway?"
Merlin shrugged. "I think it's some kind of bird. My mom likes bird-watching, I dunno."
"That's kind of a weird hobby." Merlin shrugged. "We live in the country, what else is she supposed to do? Climb trees?"
Arthur laughed, dumping his discarded armor into Merlin's outstretched arms. "I guess not. So, you're waiting on me at the feast tonight, yeah?" He shifted nervously, and Merlin raised an eyebrow.
"It's kind of my job, Arthur...unless you don't want me to?"
"No, no! I...uh." Arthur cleared his throat. "After the feast tonight, there's supposed to be a full moon tonight, and...you know."
Merlin raised his other eyebrow to meet the first. "If you're trying to tell me you're ACTUALLY a bear-man, it's not funny. You know how I feel about shape-shifters after last month."
Arthur threw up a hand, exasperated. "I'm trying to ask if you wanted to go on a date, idiot! I wanted to go up to the north balcony with you and look out at the stars."
"Oh." After a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Merlin pressed a quick kiss to Arthur's cheek. "I'd love to, Arthur. I'll look forward to it all night."
Arthur shrugged. "Go draw me a bath already," he said gruffly, embarrassed.
Merlin forgot about the conversation until a few days later, when Gaius handed him an envelope with Arthur's seal. Inside was a crudely-drawn picture of two birds, a larger one and a smaller one, wings crossed. 'I guess this makes me the starling' was written under it, in Arthur's neat cursive. 'Go look up your name, you like reading.'
Which meant that Arthur had gone and looked it up himself in his rare free time, despite his hatred of all things book-related.
Merlin smiled, and when Gaius released him for the day, he went down to the castle library and asked the librarian for information about Merlins. He learned that they were actually a type of unusually friendly falcon, who often attracted starlings in large flocks--and then he put two and two together, and stood there, grinning stupidly as he realized that Arthur had written him a RESEARCHED love note.
He didn't know what had brought the sweet gestures on of late, but he hoped they continued. And when Arthur groggily shuffled into council the next morning, a love bite visible in the v of his collar, thankfully no one commented.
Harvey/Mike (Suits) prompt: pizza and beer
Donna is the only one who remembers Harvey and Mike's first anniversary. She passes it along to the rest of the office, but had thought at least ONE of them would remember. She finally has to discreetly pull them aside and remind them after Harvey asks why Jessica is so eager to let them go early. They exchange sheepish glances with each other, then proceed to go home and re-christen every fixture in Harvey's penthouse, both secretly vowing to do better next time and plan a more romantic surprise.
So, for the second anniversary, Harvey schedules an expensive dinner out and Mike gets box office tickets to the Yankees game. Of course, Harvey gets an emergency phone call from Jessica about one of the clients Louis's new guy has led astray, so again they end up having a night sexathon. This time, though, Mike blurts out in one of his post-coital no-filters times that he actually still feels uncomfortable at expensive dinners. Harvey laughs and admits that the guy who Mike bought two of his season tickets from was him. They grin at each other & resolve to do better again the next year.
After several years of flower allergies, botched reservations and miscommunications, for their 7th anniversary Mike (somewhat shyly) suggests that what he really wants is to just spend time with Harvey at home. Harvey heartily agrees, and they end up drinking beers and ordering pizza, and they fall asleep in front of the TV. When Mike wakes up to Harvey tucked into the crook of his shoulder, he smiles, presses a kiss to the crown of Harvey's head, and declares this to be their best one yet. (When he wakes Harvey up with leftover pizza and a blowjob, Harvey eagerly agrees.)