The World Is Love
Quests! So, like, a thousand years behind everyone else, I finally watched the Quest videos. BOYS! OMFG, Colin is really adorably unable to answer things on the fly, isn't he? And Bradley is so protective! My favorite things: Colin drawing a wildren, Bradley and Colin both choosing nonhuman characters for the card-on-the-forehead game, and Bradley being able to guess all of Colin's FEELINGS right off on that one quest. HOW SO ADORABLE?
Nano! I am writing many words! I'm am totally on target to finish 10k by November 14th, which was my first goal. Then there will be editing, and submitting! And more writing, obviously. My main character is a 6'7" black dude with a rune tattoo all over his right arm, a transdimensional motorcycle, and James Bond's job, only for the earth instead of just Britain.
BEF! HALP. I finished writing it, in all its 58,000 word glory, two weeks ago and am trying to edit, but instead plot bunnies for extras are flooding my brain. SOMEBODY STOP ME!
Flist! My flist is full of fluff and love right now. YES! Also, those blue spiders? Totally the only spiders I will ever find acceptable. Spiders freak me out, but these are adorable. Thanks!
And finally, a round up of the drabbles I've been dropping everywhere.
When Bradley saw the addendum to Colin's Season 2 contract, he laughed. "Seriously? You actually got them to put it in?"
Colin mock-scowled, his happy eyes giving him away. "Yes, well. I wouldn't have to if it weren't for you."
Bradley smirked. "You took your shirt off in Season 1. You don't think people will wonder?"
"Better wondering than flashing this at the whole of make-up and costumes and who-knows-what-all."
Bradley ran a thumb over the tender mark under Colin's nipple that he'd left there earlier. "Suppose that would be a bit hard to explain," he agreed.
Colin rolled his eyes. "I love you, you ridiculous man."
Anything Bradley might have said was lost in the resulting kiss.
"He's mine!"
"No, mine!"
Merlin rolled his eyes and grabbed them both by the belt. "Oh gods, shut up. Learn to share."
"But-" Arthur's furious exclamation cut off when Merlin glared.
Merlin focused on Gwaine first. He let his eyes go sweet. "Did you know that Arthur has a really big bed?"
While Gwaine was contemplating that, Merlin turned to Arthur. "Did you know that Gwaine loves to do rim jobs?"
There was a loaded silence. Finally, Gwaine looked sideways at Arthur and muttered, "He does have a lovely arse."
Arthur swallowed. "I- yeah, OK."
Merlin smiled in satisfaction.
"So," Gwen said, sounding bored, "at what point do we move on?"
Merlin couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Somehow, spin-the-bottle had turned into Arthur and Gwaine tussling aggressively with lots of tongue involved. He thought Freya might have answered Gwen, but he couldn't be sure. He was too busy watching Gwaine lick his way down Arthur's jaw. Arthur's head had gone back, eyes fluttering shut.
They kissed again, Arthur's hand going into Gwaine's hair. Dimly, Merlin heard Percy wolf whistle as Freya and Viv kissed, so apparently the game had moved on. Arthur flipped Gwaine over, and it was starting to look less like wrestling and more like rutting. He thought of the way Gwaine kissed, rough and eager, and the way Arthur did, focused and consuming. He wondered if they would mind him joining them.
Probably not.
Merlin scrambled up.
Warnings: Noncon (Merlin isn't consenting), bondage, self-shame, spot of blood. SPOILERS FOR 4x6
Morgana pushes him down, her hand cruel as she presses his cheek into the bed. "I don't really care what you want, Merlin."
The words shouldn't make him hard, shouldn’t make him straining and desperate. He wants to believe it is a spell, that Morgana has bewitched him. Merlin knows better, though.
She doesn't ask as she grabs his cock through his clothes, doesn't ask as she rips them open. She doesn't ask as she grips him too hard or rucks up her skirt and crawls up his body. She doesn't ask as she sinks down on him, and it makes Merlin want to die and die and die.
Merlin wants to stop her, to tear away the skin that is flushing too hot under the scrape of her nails down his chest. He can't; Morgana has his hands tied to the headboard. He wonders how it came to this.
Morgana is brutal with him, riding him hard and using her nails until he bled in sluggish jots. Her smile was malicious and gleeful. Merlin hated himself for the small, helpless way his hips jerked up. He fought it, but his orgasm wouldn't be denied. Morgana wouldn't let him keep even this small scrap of dignity. It tore through him, and he roared with it.
Morgana climbed off him, laughing. She bent over and kissed him slow and deep. He was still too stupid with release to think of biting until she was out of range.
"There now," she purred, radiating smugness, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Merlin didn't answer.
Right! That's that, then.
Nano! I am writing many words! I'm am totally on target to finish 10k by November 14th, which was my first goal. Then there will be editing, and submitting! And more writing, obviously. My main character is a 6'7" black dude with a rune tattoo all over his right arm, a transdimensional motorcycle, and James Bond's job, only for the earth instead of just Britain.
BEF! HALP. I finished writing it, in all its 58,000 word glory, two weeks ago and am trying to edit, but instead plot bunnies for extras are flooding my brain. SOMEBODY STOP ME!
Flist! My flist is full of fluff and love right now. YES! Also, those blue spiders? Totally the only spiders I will ever find acceptable. Spiders freak me out, but these are adorable. Thanks!
And finally, a round up of the drabbles I've been dropping everywhere.
When Bradley saw the addendum to Colin's Season 2 contract, he laughed. "Seriously? You actually got them to put it in?"
Colin mock-scowled, his happy eyes giving him away. "Yes, well. I wouldn't have to if it weren't for you."
Bradley smirked. "You took your shirt off in Season 1. You don't think people will wonder?"
"Better wondering than flashing this at the whole of make-up and costumes and who-knows-what-all."
Bradley ran a thumb over the tender mark under Colin's nipple that he'd left there earlier. "Suppose that would be a bit hard to explain," he agreed.
Colin rolled his eyes. "I love you, you ridiculous man."
Anything Bradley might have said was lost in the resulting kiss.
"He's mine!"
"No, mine!"
Merlin rolled his eyes and grabbed them both by the belt. "Oh gods, shut up. Learn to share."
"But-" Arthur's furious exclamation cut off when Merlin glared.
Merlin focused on Gwaine first. He let his eyes go sweet. "Did you know that Arthur has a really big bed?"
While Gwaine was contemplating that, Merlin turned to Arthur. "Did you know that Gwaine loves to do rim jobs?"
There was a loaded silence. Finally, Gwaine looked sideways at Arthur and muttered, "He does have a lovely arse."
Arthur swallowed. "I- yeah, OK."
Merlin smiled in satisfaction.
"So," Gwen said, sounding bored, "at what point do we move on?"
Merlin couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Somehow, spin-the-bottle had turned into Arthur and Gwaine tussling aggressively with lots of tongue involved. He thought Freya might have answered Gwen, but he couldn't be sure. He was too busy watching Gwaine lick his way down Arthur's jaw. Arthur's head had gone back, eyes fluttering shut.
They kissed again, Arthur's hand going into Gwaine's hair. Dimly, Merlin heard Percy wolf whistle as Freya and Viv kissed, so apparently the game had moved on. Arthur flipped Gwaine over, and it was starting to look less like wrestling and more like rutting. He thought of the way Gwaine kissed, rough and eager, and the way Arthur did, focused and consuming. He wondered if they would mind him joining them.
Probably not.
Merlin scrambled up.
Warnings: Noncon (Merlin isn't consenting), bondage, self-shame, spot of blood. SPOILERS FOR 4x6
Morgana pushes him down, her hand cruel as she presses his cheek into the bed. "I don't really care what you want, Merlin."
The words shouldn't make him hard, shouldn’t make him straining and desperate. He wants to believe it is a spell, that Morgana has bewitched him. Merlin knows better, though.
She doesn't ask as she grabs his cock through his clothes, doesn't ask as she rips them open. She doesn't ask as she grips him too hard or rucks up her skirt and crawls up his body. She doesn't ask as she sinks down on him, and it makes Merlin want to die and die and die.
Merlin wants to stop her, to tear away the skin that is flushing too hot under the scrape of her nails down his chest. He can't; Morgana has his hands tied to the headboard. He wonders how it came to this.
Morgana is brutal with him, riding him hard and using her nails until he bled in sluggish jots. Her smile was malicious and gleeful. Merlin hated himself for the small, helpless way his hips jerked up. He fought it, but his orgasm wouldn't be denied. Morgana wouldn't let him keep even this small scrap of dignity. It tore through him, and he roared with it.
Morgana climbed off him, laughing. She bent over and kissed him slow and deep. He was still too stupid with release to think of biting until she was out of range.
"There now," she purred, radiating smugness, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Merlin didn't answer.
Right! That's that, then.