drabbles are hard.
I am struggling with exhaustion and bad moods, so I attempted to do some drabbles for comment_fic, which are really hard to do but I really enjoy them.
Fandom: The Musketeers
Le Chevalier Ou L'amant
Character: Aramis
That is not a woman. That is the queen.
Aramis knows Porthos is right, but … she is a woman, a warm, human woman that knows fear and love and now, she knows the touch of a base, classless man known only for his love of God and of the musket.
Aramis also loves his friends and life in Treville's garrison. But the arrival of d’Artagnan had shaken them all, and d’Artagnan had made him realize there was more to life than the sword and wine.
There could be love too.
The queen!
He groans and pours himself another drink.
Fandom: King Arthur
No Trespassing
Characters: Arthur, Lancelot
Lancelot lets Arthur shove him up against the rough wall behind the stables. Lets the other man grind against him, lets him breathe harshly against his neck, lets him bite at the tendon that stands up when Lancelot tilts his head.
He watches the stars as the other man, the Roman man, murmurs his name as he palms Lancelot's arousal through his leathers. It's bitter tonight, chilly and dank. Lancelot's dark eyes narrow as Arthur's strong hands grasp his biceps and they narrow even further when Arthur's mouth is suddenly near his.
That, he won't let the other man do.
Fandom: Revolution
We've Been Here Before
Characters: Miles, Bass
"I don't - fuck, Bass."
"Not yet."
"Wait," Miles shoves at Bass' shoulders. “Come on, man. Don't ruin it."
"Don't ruin what? You’re saying this now?" Bass sits up, scrubbing a hand through his ridiculously curly hair. Miles wonders for a minute if the other man uses some kind of junk from a salon.
"I can't believe I'm saying anything, period," Miles sighs.
Bass stares at him - blue eyes for days, hurt expression, strong arms.
Miles' friend. His brother.
He can't.
Bass watches him leave, sitting on his bed until his ass aches, waiting for Miles to come back.
Fandom: The Musketeers
Le Chevalier Ou L'amant
Character: Aramis
That is not a woman. That is the queen.
Aramis knows Porthos is right, but … she is a woman, a warm, human woman that knows fear and love and now, she knows the touch of a base, classless man known only for his love of God and of the musket.
Aramis also loves his friends and life in Treville's garrison. But the arrival of d’Artagnan had shaken them all, and d’Artagnan had made him realize there was more to life than the sword and wine.
There could be love too.
The queen!
He groans and pours himself another drink.
Fandom: King Arthur
No Trespassing
Characters: Arthur, Lancelot
Lancelot lets Arthur shove him up against the rough wall behind the stables. Lets the other man grind against him, lets him breathe harshly against his neck, lets him bite at the tendon that stands up when Lancelot tilts his head.
He watches the stars as the other man, the Roman man, murmurs his name as he palms Lancelot's arousal through his leathers. It's bitter tonight, chilly and dank. Lancelot's dark eyes narrow as Arthur's strong hands grasp his biceps and they narrow even further when Arthur's mouth is suddenly near his.
That, he won't let the other man do.
Fandom: Revolution
We've Been Here Before
Characters: Miles, Bass
"I don't - fuck, Bass."
"Not yet."
"Wait," Miles shoves at Bass' shoulders. “Come on, man. Don't ruin it."
"Don't ruin what? You’re saying this now?" Bass sits up, scrubbing a hand through his ridiculously curly hair. Miles wonders for a minute if the other man uses some kind of junk from a salon.
"I can't believe I'm saying anything, period," Miles sighs.
Bass stares at him - blue eyes for days, hurt expression, strong arms.
Miles' friend. His brother.
He can't.
Bass watches him leave, sitting on his bed until his ass aches, waiting for Miles to come back.