YEY MERLINFIC. :D :D
in a land of boylove and a time of crack - Merlin/Arthur, some gen Merlin with Dean Winchester! - R - 530 words
Author's Note: Thanks to tempusfugit321 over at twoseekers (a Harry Potter/Cedric Diggory comm) for sharing this meme. I saw it and decided to go for it with another fandom. I kind of broke the rules, however. You write ten less-than-drabbles (ten words or less each) for ten genres of fic. I went over the ten-word-limit for each genre, and I didn't write for all ten genres, and then I proceeded to take the genres out of order. D:
General warnings: Well, if you know this meme. The genres I used are: AU, crack, crossover, angst, fluff, UST, and smut. If that gives you any clue.
Ok, you want specific warnings?: girl!Merlin, evil plan!Gaius, Dean Winchester-as-Arthur, terrible puns in the UST bit and resolving sexual tension. Via sex. Plus more sex.
in a land of boylove and a time of crack
i. alternate universe; in which merlin is a girl.
"Hey," Merlin says, softly. "Come on, that's enough."
Arthur glances in her direction, eyes caught, looks Merlin up and down. "I'm terribly sorry for offending you, my lady. I can sometimes be so stupid."
Merlin knows this man is a prat, but she can't help but blush at the way he comes over and apologizes even more fervently.
"Perhaps you'd like to feast with us at the castle?" Arthur says later, eyes suggesting a different sort of feast.
ii. crack; in which gaius takes part in dubious plans.
"Take this to Arthur," Gaius says, giving Merlin a Serious Look. "And be careful with it. Too little and Arthur will remember; too much and he may die."
"Right," Merlin says, loins stirring at the sheer thought of drugging Arthur into sleeping with him.
iii. crossover; in which dean winchester kills unicorns.
"Dean!" Merlin yells, approaching the unicorn. He looks from Dean, hard look in his face, to the black-eyed creature. It is so beautiful, so innocent, so tainted by the demons that have been plaguing Camelot. "We can exorcise it," he says weakly, hoping. Dean scoffs.
"You're such a girl," he says later, swiping the unicorn's mane out of its blank face to look at it, its eyes clear and stony. Merlin may whimper.
iv. angst; in which arthur/camelot wins out.
Arthur looks out at Camelot and breaks Merlin's heart. Arthur loves her more, loves his land more because it is his duty. And because, as the dragon had said, while Merlin is a part of his destiny, people come and go, but what Arthur does to Camelot stays forever.
Merlin stays with him that night, like always, and it hurts more than the days when they were not so honor-bound.
v. fluff; in which kelsey squees inwardly.
When Arthur says "I'm glad you're here," he means I'm glad you're on this beach in this labyrinth facing conflicts with me, and I'm glad you're my manservant because you're really very helpful, and I'm glad you come to my bed at night because I need you, no matter what I say about drooling and limb-flailing and moaning too loud.
Merlin looks at him and smiles and understands it all.
vi. unresolved sexual tension; in which it is resolved.
Merlin stares a long time at Arthur's armor, which he's just finished putting on.
He is half admiring his hard work and half standing astonished and utterly confuzzled at Arthur's...well. Other hard thing.
"Er," he says, and again, "er." He has possibly composed an entire song of this word alone, within the past few moments. It has thickened the air and pulled the molecules in strings tense all around them.
"I --" Arthur begins, attempting to find an excuse, and failing, joins in the fiasco. "Er."
There's really no excuse. Not for that.
But for Arthur's lateness at training there is; the taut molecules become weak and fall in, making Arthur and Merlin cave together. And perhaps, then, Merlin works even harder.
vii. smut; in which neckerchiefs are rather bothersome.
"How," Arthur growls, "how in the hell do you get this thing off?" He rips at Merlin's neckerchief, twisting it around his throat and trying to find any sign of a knot. It isn't helping.
"Well," Merlin breathes, "for one, you don't try to kill me with it. And here," he says, pushing away at Arthur's hands and taking it off himself.
Arthur moans possessively and it fairly kills Merlin, anyway.
FIN.
End Note: I may, after dabbling around in this meme thing, totally want to write SPN/Merlin fic in which Sam & Merlin are girly bffs who want to save unicorns and Dean & Arthur kick ass. It would be totally awesome.
Author's Note: Thanks to tempusfugit321 over at twoseekers (a Harry Potter/Cedric Diggory comm) for sharing this meme. I saw it and decided to go for it with another fandom. I kind of broke the rules, however. You write ten less-than-drabbles (ten words or less each) for ten genres of fic. I went over the ten-word-limit for each genre, and I didn't write for all ten genres, and then I proceeded to take the genres out of order. D:
General warnings: Well, if you know this meme. The genres I used are: AU, crack, crossover, angst, fluff, UST, and smut. If that gives you any clue.
Ok, you want specific warnings?: girl!Merlin, evil plan!Gaius, Dean Winchester-as-Arthur, terrible puns in the UST bit and resolving sexual tension. Via sex. Plus more sex.
in a land of boylove and a time of crack
i. alternate universe; in which merlin is a girl.
"Hey," Merlin says, softly. "Come on, that's enough."
Arthur glances in her direction, eyes caught, looks Merlin up and down. "I'm terribly sorry for offending you, my lady. I can sometimes be so stupid."
Merlin knows this man is a prat, but she can't help but blush at the way he comes over and apologizes even more fervently.
"Perhaps you'd like to feast with us at the castle?" Arthur says later, eyes suggesting a different sort of feast.
ii. crack; in which gaius takes part in dubious plans.
"Take this to Arthur," Gaius says, giving Merlin a Serious Look. "And be careful with it. Too little and Arthur will remember; too much and he may die."
"Right," Merlin says, loins stirring at the sheer thought of drugging Arthur into sleeping with him.
iii. crossover; in which dean winchester kills unicorns.
"Dean!" Merlin yells, approaching the unicorn. He looks from Dean, hard look in his face, to the black-eyed creature. It is so beautiful, so innocent, so tainted by the demons that have been plaguing Camelot. "We can exorcise it," he says weakly, hoping. Dean scoffs.
"You're such a girl," he says later, swiping the unicorn's mane out of its blank face to look at it, its eyes clear and stony. Merlin may whimper.
iv. angst; in which arthur/camelot wins out.
Arthur looks out at Camelot and breaks Merlin's heart. Arthur loves her more, loves his land more because it is his duty. And because, as the dragon had said, while Merlin is a part of his destiny, people come and go, but what Arthur does to Camelot stays forever.
Merlin stays with him that night, like always, and it hurts more than the days when they were not so honor-bound.
v. fluff; in which kelsey squees inwardly.
When Arthur says "I'm glad you're here," he means I'm glad you're on this beach in this labyrinth facing conflicts with me, and I'm glad you're my manservant because you're really very helpful, and I'm glad you come to my bed at night because I need you, no matter what I say about drooling and limb-flailing and moaning too loud.
Merlin looks at him and smiles and understands it all.
vi. unresolved sexual tension; in which it is resolved.
Merlin stares a long time at Arthur's armor, which he's just finished putting on.
He is half admiring his hard work and half standing astonished and utterly confuzzled at Arthur's...well. Other hard thing.
"Er," he says, and again, "er." He has possibly composed an entire song of this word alone, within the past few moments. It has thickened the air and pulled the molecules in strings tense all around them.
"I --" Arthur begins, attempting to find an excuse, and failing, joins in the fiasco. "Er."
There's really no excuse. Not for that.
But for Arthur's lateness at training there is; the taut molecules become weak and fall in, making Arthur and Merlin cave together. And perhaps, then, Merlin works even harder.
vii. smut; in which neckerchiefs are rather bothersome.
"How," Arthur growls, "how in the hell do you get this thing off?" He rips at Merlin's neckerchief, twisting it around his throat and trying to find any sign of a knot. It isn't helping.
"Well," Merlin breathes, "for one, you don't try to kill me with it. And here," he says, pushing away at Arthur's hands and taking it off himself.
Arthur moans possessively and it fairly kills Merlin, anyway.
FIN.
End Note: I may, after dabbling around in this meme thing, totally want to write SPN/Merlin fic in which Sam & Merlin are girly bffs who want to save unicorns and Dean & Arthur kick ass. It would be totally awesome.