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Merlin
(Merlin/Arthur, unless otherwise marked)
Fics, Scenes & Drabble Cycles:
A Creature in its Abstract Cage Asleep{Arthur dreams.} The lake is vast and tranquil, so clear he can see the sword hidden in its depths.
Lay of the White Hart{Arthur really is much better at noticing some things than others.} The tracks branch off from the softly overgrown deer trail, joining and breaking away, barely discernible. It takes a keen hunter to follow them.
Quivering{Desire as a mirror: wanting to be wanted back.} The nook was so shallow, sunlit, and Merlin felt a hot flush on his face, creeping down his neck, because they were going to get caught.
Increments{Ten times Arthur relied on Merlin's magic and one time he didn't.} Merlin still comes by most days, wandering around the rooms, straightening things.
Eyes, Dreams, Lips{Traditionally after a tournament there is a feast. Lancelot/Merlin/Arthur.} The roar of the crowd still echoes in Lancelot's ears hours later.
As a Prism Breaks Light{Some things come easily to them. And some things don't.} Arthur's hand slips under his shirt, the broken-in leather of his glove brushing against bare skin.
A Stubborn Wall (The Invide Paries Cycle){Finding a chink in the wall.} He finds Merlin in the physician's garden, where clover grows up between the flagstones and ivy climbs across the walls.
On the Proper Balance of the ElementsMerlin only shrugs in response, turning a page. "Gaius won't let me into the study again till I've read this."
Among Remote Lost Objects{Upon what instrument are we two spanned? Morgana fucks Merlin. No, really. Kink.} (Morgana/Merlin)
As Thunder Follows{The dead don't always rest.} "Actually," Merlin said, "I'm totally sober."
The Wandering Years{Names are both given and earned.} From the lowest dungeon Merlin imagines he can hear them building the platform, driving iron nails.
Or Not Untrue{Five ways of watching the same dawn.}
Gather Beds of Roses{Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten.} Throughout the honey-slow year Gwen brings her mistress flowers--yellow jonquils, pale wild roses, profusions of humble wildflowers. (Gwen/Morgana)
Which No Vessel Can Hold{Merlin wakes after two days of unconsciousness with no visible injury.} Merlin wanders, hand brushing abstractly along the smooth table.
Simple{It doesn't occur to him that he should be afraid.} Above him the sun rests high in the cloudless sky like a golden ball tossed up by the hand of a careless giant.
Lilacs Out of the Dead Land{Memory and desire. AU.} The boy throws back his head and laughs, shoving one of his friends. It's some trick of the light, nothing more. (Uther/Arthur)
Wall!sex does not get a title He presses up against Merlin through too many layers of clothing, desperate, making Merlin push back to keep from being shoved forward into the wall.
Turnabout Merlin catches his breath, face pressed into the crook of his elbow, body still and if they were in bed he'd be sprawled out carelessly over Arthur's sheets.
Drabbles:
so quite new a thingHe keeps biting his lips, that pleasure-pain lighting his face, until Arthur has to tug him down -- oil-slick fingers slippery and strange against bare skin.
Hemmed In{Merlin keeps his secret.}
Supple{With one hand he undoes Arthur's belt, the leather worn soft with age.}
True Lover's KnotsThis can happen only if she forgets a great many things. (Gwen/Morgan, Merlin/Arthur)
Nature{Uther notices.} The boy gestures once, his entire attention fixed on Arthur. But not correct and deferential. Not like a servant. (Uther; Merlin+Arthur)
VictoryThe room's silence is thickly apparent after the roar of the crowd.
Realpolitik{It isn't a serious marriage negotiation. And anyone who understood life at court would know this.}
MaelstromThe sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets.
Primum Mobile{The layered and tightly ordered universe.}
Ambush{A sudden fall of arrows.} When he finally kisses Arthur, it's with the sharp taste of blood in his mouth and three broken fingers.
An Image in the MindIn visions she's seen him call down lightning and level whole forests. Merlin/Morgana.
To Have a Giant's Strength'You could order men racked.'
Amor Fati{I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things. YnM/Merlin.}
Wing!fic Universe:
Sublimity{They manifest a nature's sublimity. That is why Gabriel is represented with wings. Not that angels have wings, but that you may know that they leave the heights and the most elevated dwelling to approach human nature.}
Thaumaturgy{Each of those who is allotted a place in the Divine Order finds his perfection in being uplifted, according to his capacity.} (Sequel to Sublimity.)
By Means of Fire{This leads Aristotle in turn to the demonstrated fact that God, glory and majesty to Him, does not do things by direct contact. God burns things by means of fire.} (Sequel to Thaumaturgy.)
Lightness and Ardour and Heat{In the words of the divine David, He maketh His angels spirits, and His ministers a flame of fire: and He has described their lightness and the ardour, and heat, and keenness and sharpness with which they hunger for God and serve Him.} (Sequel to By Means of Fire.)
Merlin RPS
Day for NightThis is starting to be a bit of a theme in his life: fantastic scenery, but almost entirely lost. (Colin/Bradley)
Flash{It's not clear how much of this he'll remember.} Glossy white lights flicker up through the wire-grate floor like the flash of cameras. (Colin/Bradley)
Not in the Job Description{Death, like a great many other things that happened in France, isn't quite what Bradley expects. YnM/MerlinRPS. Almost not crack.} (Bradley, Hisoka)
Supernatural
Drabbles and drabble cycles:
Not That Final Meeting{A different point of leverage.} 'This is hell, Dean. You can always bargain.'
the always puzzle of living and doing{It's a long fucking drive.} There's no place left for Dean to go, boxed in, his back already to the wall.
If There Be a Messenger{For he will render unto man his righteousness. Sometimes Castiel only watches.} (Dean/Castiel)
Kwatee{Sam jotted the myth down in the notebook beside his father's cryptic warnings about the monsters of Lake Quinault. Kwatee sat on a rock and pulled a blanket over his face, thereby turning himself into stone. And then, in the margin, Some sources say a mountain. And finally, Creator/trickster figure. Possibly benevolent. If change is benevolent.}
Hilbert's Hotel{Infinity.} Sam kicks a tin-can down the dusty road, wearing Dean's hand-me-downs and shoes that are a size too big.
Ozymandias{Those passions which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.} The ocean stretches for miles. SPN/SGA.
All Other Thy Servants{Every culture had its own death gods and demons, and Sam has always been methodical. SPN/YnM.} The demon looked up and smiled. In the moonlight, its eyes glowed unnaturally vivid.
Hammerspace{Afterwards they agreed to never speak of it again. Mostly because, in retrospect, the talking birds wearing spectacles were the part that seemed least crazy. YnM/Merlin.}
Starsky and Hutch
Fics:
Exactly the Contents of One{And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?} The day's smoggy and breathless, already in the mid-eighties with the weatherman promising worse tomorrow, but as long as they keep moving it's not so bad.
High and Dry{begin, and cease, and then again begin...} "Want me to come up?" Starsky asked, which nowadays meant, Wanna fuck?
truthfully, once if strangersDave looks past the expensive clothes and faintly condescending once-over, sticks his hand out and says, "Name's Starsky."
Drabbles:
Measured Out with Coffee Spoons{It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.}
and the sky of the sky{here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky.}
RapprochementI'm telling you, it's great.
Negotiations and Love Songs{Fumbling in the dark.}
Yami no Matsuei
(Tsuzuki/Hisoka unless otherwise marked)
Fics:
A Pit With Heaven Over It{To stir would be to slip -- To look would be to drop --} Light fills the room, making Hisoka look almost insubstantial, soft and distant as a memory.
Three of Swords Variations{But you, who draw down seduction from the moon / and make appeasing sacrifices in magic fires} It's only a matter of time. (Hisoka/Tsuzuki/Muraki)
This Unique Distance from Isolation{It's raining again.} The music fades away and a man with a high wheezy voice comes on and gives the weather report: rain off and on today, hot again tomorrow and tomorrow and the day after.
Amaranths{It takes 25 hours to get from Kagoshima to Okinawa by ferry.} Two days on earth and he's killed five people. Three stories, he thinks, the fall won't kill me.
The Weary Wandering Way{Tsuzuki Asato after Kyoto.} It has to be enough.
The Long Home{Three days. Three years.} He had finally settled, his chin resting on one drawn-up knee, eyes intent but staring off into the middle distance.
Scenes:
Of Angels Watching RoundMost people who come to see Kurosaki-sama have to wait, if they get to see him at all, but then Tsuzuki isn't most people.
for lo, the rebel spheres spin round{We are swallow'd up and buried.} Maybe Hisoka was learning that nobody much cared as long as you didn't blow up anything important.
with venomed tooth{The real issue is one of perception, and power.} 'You could call out one of your pets, then he wouldn't care what you wore.' (Tsuzuki/Muraki)
Drabbles:
Aftermath{Parallel lines, converging.} The ground is covered with glass, the warehouse gutted.
Aubade{Life can take so long to climb clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never.} The ghost faded away.
A Deep So Profound{Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?} Fields of sunlight and carnage. (Tsuzuki)
Between the Dark and DarkHis hands are just as bloodstained.
Useless as Next Morning's Sun{Love and desire, the difference and how it matters.} It uncoils like a dream: everything sharper, fluid. (Muraki/Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki+Hisoka)
Yet Still 'Tis Just{The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will.} Shinigami are nobodies, foot soldiers, and consequently most see very little of Meifu. (Hisoka)
répondez s'il vous plaitThis is merely a dream, except for all the ways it's real. (Hisoka/Muraki)
Palais d'Hiver{He's looking for someone.} The walls are made of ice.
Round Earth's Imagined Corners{And you whose eyes shall behold God} Everything smells of blood.
Apotheosis{The stair is endless.} (Hisoka)
Or Call It Winter{This sad interim.} But when has that ever mattered, Tatsumi thinks. (Tsuzuki/Tatsumi)
Tuesday, 4:34Moving apart is more comfortable.
Oubliette{And under ever surface.} The room was too bright, blinding, mirrors everywhere. (Tsuzuki)
Pulling AwaySomewhere in the general office of the Summoning Department, a fluorescent light begins to flicker. (Tatsumi/Tsuzuki)
Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub){"Let you kill me?" He pauses, as if he's actually considering it. "No: you'd feel cheated. You'll want to earn that."} (Muraki/Hisoka)
Osiris (All in Pieces){Lighter than a feather.}
SolsticeThe days in Meifu do not grow short. (Tatsumi/Watari)
Though Much Is TakenTsuzuki doesn't like hospitals.
The Last Days of Pompeii{The question.} Once, in those last frantic days of his life. (Watari)
To the Summer SweetIt begins the first time he can't remember the reason they became friends. (Muraki/Oriya)
PilgrimThere are moments when he knows. (Tsuzuki)
Another Spring, Another Love{But in my heart the same old tune.} (Tatsumi/Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki/Hisoka)
Bound by a Thread Even When the Fingers Are Gone{The use of weapons.} A delicate pink camellia fluttered to the ground. (Hisoka, Tsubaki)
The Kiss{Just this.}
Si c'est ici le meilleur...{The best of all possible worlds.} There was perhaps a time when he did not deserve this. (Hisoka)
Alcoholic{Tolerance is a kind of numbness.} Don't be sorry -- just walk.
You're Here In My HeartGreasy popcorn he didn't want to eat, an over-sized drink with a chemical edge.
Gaudioso a Quatre MainsHisoka hadn't imagined any of this.
Two Dishes, But to One Table{Not where he eats, but where he is eaten.} The palette craves new flavors. (Hisoka, Muraki)
The New Life{Second chances. Of a sort.} It's better this way.
Miscellaneous
The Slow Unfolding Science of Cosmology (Star Wars){Marriage as a dialectical sequence.} The waves uncurled against the shore with a wild violence, their restless motion contained only by edges of the sky. (Luke/Mara)
Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (Sarah Connor Chronicles){Out here, they could be the only people left on earth.}
(Merlin/Arthur, unless otherwise marked)
Fics, Scenes & Drabble Cycles:
A Creature in its Abstract Cage Asleep{Arthur dreams.} The lake is vast and tranquil, so clear he can see the sword hidden in its depths.
Lay of the White Hart{Arthur really is much better at noticing some things than others.} The tracks branch off from the softly overgrown deer trail, joining and breaking away, barely discernible. It takes a keen hunter to follow them.
Quivering{Desire as a mirror: wanting to be wanted back.} The nook was so shallow, sunlit, and Merlin felt a hot flush on his face, creeping down his neck, because they were going to get caught.
Increments{Ten times Arthur relied on Merlin's magic and one time he didn't.} Merlin still comes by most days, wandering around the rooms, straightening things.
Eyes, Dreams, Lips{Traditionally after a tournament there is a feast. Lancelot/Merlin/Arthur.} The roar of the crowd still echoes in Lancelot's ears hours later.
As a Prism Breaks Light{Some things come easily to them. And some things don't.} Arthur's hand slips under his shirt, the broken-in leather of his glove brushing against bare skin.
A Stubborn Wall (The Invide Paries Cycle){Finding a chink in the wall.} He finds Merlin in the physician's garden, where clover grows up between the flagstones and ivy climbs across the walls.
On the Proper Balance of the ElementsMerlin only shrugs in response, turning a page. "Gaius won't let me into the study again till I've read this."
Among Remote Lost Objects{Upon what instrument are we two spanned? Morgana fucks Merlin. No, really. Kink.} (Morgana/Merlin)
As Thunder Follows{The dead don't always rest.} "Actually," Merlin said, "I'm totally sober."
The Wandering Years{Names are both given and earned.} From the lowest dungeon Merlin imagines he can hear them building the platform, driving iron nails.
Or Not Untrue{Five ways of watching the same dawn.}
Gather Beds of Roses{Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten.} Throughout the honey-slow year Gwen brings her mistress flowers--yellow jonquils, pale wild roses, profusions of humble wildflowers. (Gwen/Morgana)
Which No Vessel Can Hold{Merlin wakes after two days of unconsciousness with no visible injury.} Merlin wanders, hand brushing abstractly along the smooth table.
Simple{It doesn't occur to him that he should be afraid.} Above him the sun rests high in the cloudless sky like a golden ball tossed up by the hand of a careless giant.
Lilacs Out of the Dead Land{Memory and desire. AU.} The boy throws back his head and laughs, shoving one of his friends. It's some trick of the light, nothing more. (Uther/Arthur)
Wall!sex does not get a title He presses up against Merlin through too many layers of clothing, desperate, making Merlin push back to keep from being shoved forward into the wall.
Turnabout Merlin catches his breath, face pressed into the crook of his elbow, body still and if they were in bed he'd be sprawled out carelessly over Arthur's sheets.
Drabbles:
so quite new a thingHe keeps biting his lips, that pleasure-pain lighting his face, until Arthur has to tug him down -- oil-slick fingers slippery and strange against bare skin.
Hemmed In{Merlin keeps his secret.}
Supple{With one hand he undoes Arthur's belt, the leather worn soft with age.}
True Lover's KnotsThis can happen only if she forgets a great many things. (Gwen/Morgan, Merlin/Arthur)
Nature{Uther notices.} The boy gestures once, his entire attention fixed on Arthur. But not correct and deferential. Not like a servant. (Uther; Merlin+Arthur)
VictoryThe room's silence is thickly apparent after the roar of the crowd.
Realpolitik{It isn't a serious marriage negotiation. And anyone who understood life at court would know this.}
MaelstromThe sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets.
Primum Mobile{The layered and tightly ordered universe.}
Ambush{A sudden fall of arrows.} When he finally kisses Arthur, it's with the sharp taste of blood in his mouth and three broken fingers.
An Image in the MindIn visions she's seen him call down lightning and level whole forests. Merlin/Morgana.
To Have a Giant's Strength'You could order men racked.'
Amor Fati{I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things. YnM/Merlin.}
Wing!fic Universe:
Sublimity{They manifest a nature's sublimity. That is why Gabriel is represented with wings. Not that angels have wings, but that you may know that they leave the heights and the most elevated dwelling to approach human nature.}
Thaumaturgy{Each of those who is allotted a place in the Divine Order finds his perfection in being uplifted, according to his capacity.} (Sequel to Sublimity.)
By Means of Fire{This leads Aristotle in turn to the demonstrated fact that God, glory and majesty to Him, does not do things by direct contact. God burns things by means of fire.} (Sequel to Thaumaturgy.)
Lightness and Ardour and Heat{In the words of the divine David, He maketh His angels spirits, and His ministers a flame of fire: and He has described their lightness and the ardour, and heat, and keenness and sharpness with which they hunger for God and serve Him.} (Sequel to By Means of Fire.)
Merlin RPS
Day for NightThis is starting to be a bit of a theme in his life: fantastic scenery, but almost entirely lost. (Colin/Bradley)
Flash{It's not clear how much of this he'll remember.} Glossy white lights flicker up through the wire-grate floor like the flash of cameras. (Colin/Bradley)
Not in the Job Description{Death, like a great many other things that happened in France, isn't quite what Bradley expects. YnM/MerlinRPS. Almost not crack.} (Bradley, Hisoka)
Supernatural
Drabbles and drabble cycles:
Not That Final Meeting{A different point of leverage.} 'This is hell, Dean. You can always bargain.'
the always puzzle of living and doing{It's a long fucking drive.} There's no place left for Dean to go, boxed in, his back already to the wall.
If There Be a Messenger{For he will render unto man his righteousness. Sometimes Castiel only watches.} (Dean/Castiel)
Kwatee{Sam jotted the myth down in the notebook beside his father's cryptic warnings about the monsters of Lake Quinault. Kwatee sat on a rock and pulled a blanket over his face, thereby turning himself into stone. And then, in the margin, Some sources say a mountain. And finally, Creator/trickster figure. Possibly benevolent. If change is benevolent.}
Hilbert's Hotel{Infinity.} Sam kicks a tin-can down the dusty road, wearing Dean's hand-me-downs and shoes that are a size too big.
Ozymandias{Those passions which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.} The ocean stretches for miles. SPN/SGA.
All Other Thy Servants{Every culture had its own death gods and demons, and Sam has always been methodical. SPN/YnM.} The demon looked up and smiled. In the moonlight, its eyes glowed unnaturally vivid.
Hammerspace{Afterwards they agreed to never speak of it again. Mostly because, in retrospect, the talking birds wearing spectacles were the part that seemed least crazy. YnM/Merlin.}
Starsky and Hutch
Fics:
Exactly the Contents of One{And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?} The day's smoggy and breathless, already in the mid-eighties with the weatherman promising worse tomorrow, but as long as they keep moving it's not so bad.
High and Dry{begin, and cease, and then again begin...} "Want me to come up?" Starsky asked, which nowadays meant, Wanna fuck?
truthfully, once if strangersDave looks past the expensive clothes and faintly condescending once-over, sticks his hand out and says, "Name's Starsky."
Drabbles:
Measured Out with Coffee Spoons{It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.}
and the sky of the sky{here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky.}
RapprochementI'm telling you, it's great.
Negotiations and Love Songs{Fumbling in the dark.}
Yami no Matsuei
(Tsuzuki/Hisoka unless otherwise marked)
Fics:
A Pit With Heaven Over It{To stir would be to slip -- To look would be to drop --} Light fills the room, making Hisoka look almost insubstantial, soft and distant as a memory.
Three of Swords Variations{But you, who draw down seduction from the moon / and make appeasing sacrifices in magic fires} It's only a matter of time. (Hisoka/Tsuzuki/Muraki)
This Unique Distance from Isolation{It's raining again.} The music fades away and a man with a high wheezy voice comes on and gives the weather report: rain off and on today, hot again tomorrow and tomorrow and the day after.
Amaranths{It takes 25 hours to get from Kagoshima to Okinawa by ferry.} Two days on earth and he's killed five people. Three stories, he thinks, the fall won't kill me.
The Weary Wandering Way{Tsuzuki Asato after Kyoto.} It has to be enough.
The Long Home{Three days. Three years.} He had finally settled, his chin resting on one drawn-up knee, eyes intent but staring off into the middle distance.
Scenes:
Of Angels Watching RoundMost people who come to see Kurosaki-sama have to wait, if they get to see him at all, but then Tsuzuki isn't most people.
for lo, the rebel spheres spin round{We are swallow'd up and buried.} Maybe Hisoka was learning that nobody much cared as long as you didn't blow up anything important.
with venomed tooth{The real issue is one of perception, and power.} 'You could call out one of your pets, then he wouldn't care what you wore.' (Tsuzuki/Muraki)
Drabbles:
Aftermath{Parallel lines, converging.} The ground is covered with glass, the warehouse gutted.
Aubade{Life can take so long to climb clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never.} The ghost faded away.
A Deep So Profound{Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?} Fields of sunlight and carnage. (Tsuzuki)
Between the Dark and DarkHis hands are just as bloodstained.
Useless as Next Morning's Sun{Love and desire, the difference and how it matters.} It uncoils like a dream: everything sharper, fluid. (Muraki/Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki+Hisoka)
Yet Still 'Tis Just{The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will.} Shinigami are nobodies, foot soldiers, and consequently most see very little of Meifu. (Hisoka)
répondez s'il vous plaitThis is merely a dream, except for all the ways it's real. (Hisoka/Muraki)
Palais d'Hiver{He's looking for someone.} The walls are made of ice.
Round Earth's Imagined Corners{And you whose eyes shall behold God} Everything smells of blood.
Apotheosis{The stair is endless.} (Hisoka)
Or Call It Winter{This sad interim.} But when has that ever mattered, Tatsumi thinks. (Tsuzuki/Tatsumi)
Tuesday, 4:34Moving apart is more comfortable.
Oubliette{And under ever surface.} The room was too bright, blinding, mirrors everywhere. (Tsuzuki)
Pulling AwaySomewhere in the general office of the Summoning Department, a fluorescent light begins to flicker. (Tatsumi/Tsuzuki)
Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub){"Let you kill me?" He pauses, as if he's actually considering it. "No: you'd feel cheated. You'll want to earn that."} (Muraki/Hisoka)
Osiris (All in Pieces){Lighter than a feather.}
SolsticeThe days in Meifu do not grow short. (Tatsumi/Watari)
Though Much Is TakenTsuzuki doesn't like hospitals.
The Last Days of Pompeii{The question.} Once, in those last frantic days of his life. (Watari)
To the Summer SweetIt begins the first time he can't remember the reason they became friends. (Muraki/Oriya)
PilgrimThere are moments when he knows. (Tsuzuki)
Another Spring, Another Love{But in my heart the same old tune.} (Tatsumi/Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki/Hisoka)
Bound by a Thread Even When the Fingers Are Gone{The use of weapons.} A delicate pink camellia fluttered to the ground. (Hisoka, Tsubaki)
The Kiss{Just this.}
Si c'est ici le meilleur...{The best of all possible worlds.} There was perhaps a time when he did not deserve this. (Hisoka)
Alcoholic{Tolerance is a kind of numbness.} Don't be sorry -- just walk.
You're Here In My HeartGreasy popcorn he didn't want to eat, an over-sized drink with a chemical edge.
Gaudioso a Quatre MainsHisoka hadn't imagined any of this.
Two Dishes, But to One Table{Not where he eats, but where he is eaten.} The palette craves new flavors. (Hisoka, Muraki)
The New Life{Second chances. Of a sort.} It's better this way.
Miscellaneous
The Slow Unfolding Science of Cosmology (Star Wars){Marriage as a dialectical sequence.} The waves uncurled against the shore with a wild violence, their restless motion contained only by edges of the sky. (Luke/Mara)
Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (Sarah Connor Chronicles){Out here, they could be the only people left on earth.}