And another day's worth of drabbles...
Nearly done, I think *grin*.
Title: Twat
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Gaius
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For ladywillin
"He's such a complete and utter twat." Merlin threw Arthur's soiled boots on to the floor ignoring Gaius' raised eyebrows.
"Arthur I take it?"
The chair creaked as Merlin dropped his weight onto it. "Doesn't matter what he sees, he's so blind to everything."
"You can't let Arthur know of your abilities. If Uther were to find out..."
"My abilities? What have they got to-?" Merlin's skin flushed and he stood. "Oh, yeah. Them. Nah, Arthur's got no clue about them. No clue about anything at all, in fact." He yawned theatrically. "Night, Gaius."
"Good night, Merlin."
And Gaius knew.
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Title: Checkmate
Fandom: Morph
Characters/Pairing: Morph
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For sidura
Human fingers picked up a pawn and moved it forward a space.
A brown clay bishop slid diagonally across the board. Smothered a knight.
Tony Hart tutted. Moved his last rook. Tutted louder when it was engulfed by the pawn.
White moved, became coated in clay, and soon all that remained was a lonely white king surrounded by an army of brown.
The army unmasked; clay pooling together to form a grinning little figure, white pieces falling at his feet.
With feigned nonchalance, Morph strolled over to Tony's knight and sent it toppling with one hefty push.
Checkmate, he mouthed.
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Title: Plucked
Fandom: X-men
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Angel
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For modestroad
"You ever been plucked?"
"Been what?"
"Plucked? Had someone trim down some of those feathers? You've been shedding a few lately and Logan's been complaining about the Danger Room floor. He asked if I could-" Scott's words cut off abruptly as he raised his head and saw Warren's startled expression. "What did you think I said?"
White feathers drifted to the floor as the wings fluttered involuntarily. "I...er...just didn't quite catch it."
Even the visor didn't hide the scrutiny and certainly not the mischievous quirk of a lip. "I'd volunteer to pluck you, if you liked."
"Hell, yes, fearless leader."
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Title: Twat
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Gaius
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For ladywillin
"He's such a complete and utter twat." Merlin threw Arthur's soiled boots on to the floor ignoring Gaius' raised eyebrows.
"Arthur I take it?"
The chair creaked as Merlin dropped his weight onto it. "Doesn't matter what he sees, he's so blind to everything."
"You can't let Arthur know of your abilities. If Uther were to find out..."
"My abilities? What have they got to-?" Merlin's skin flushed and he stood. "Oh, yeah. Them. Nah, Arthur's got no clue about them. No clue about anything at all, in fact." He yawned theatrically. "Night, Gaius."
"Good night, Merlin."
And Gaius knew.
*
Title: Checkmate
Fandom: Morph
Characters/Pairing: Morph
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For sidura
Human fingers picked up a pawn and moved it forward a space.
A brown clay bishop slid diagonally across the board. Smothered a knight.
Tony Hart tutted. Moved his last rook. Tutted louder when it was engulfed by the pawn.
White moved, became coated in clay, and soon all that remained was a lonely white king surrounded by an army of brown.
The army unmasked; clay pooling together to form a grinning little figure, white pieces falling at his feet.
With feigned nonchalance, Morph strolled over to Tony's knight and sent it toppling with one hefty push.
Checkmate, he mouthed.
*
Title: Plucked
Fandom: X-men
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Angel
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For modestroad
"You ever been plucked?"
"Been what?"
"Plucked? Had someone trim down some of those feathers? You've been shedding a few lately and Logan's been complaining about the Danger Room floor. He asked if I could-" Scott's words cut off abruptly as he raised his head and saw Warren's startled expression. "What did you think I said?"
White feathers drifted to the floor as the wings fluttered involuntarily. "I...er...just didn't quite catch it."
Even the visor didn't hide the scrutiny and certainly not the mischievous quirk of a lip. "I'd volunteer to pluck you, if you liked."
"Hell, yes, fearless leader."
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