Like herding cats
I am, of course, referring to trying to round up all of my drabbles and ficlets that have been posted to various communities, but not to my journal.
Interestingly enough, everything's been either Count Cain or Merlin.
Count Cain stuff:
Title: Simple Intentions
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Crehador/Cain
Spoilers: For Godchild volume six
A/N: This was written for
slashthedrabble for prompt #212: 100 Greatest Classic Rock Songs (Take the Money and Run)
It was supposed to be about the money. Cain might be a lunatic, but he's a rich lunatic.
A simple plan: take the money and don't become involved. And if things get messy, leave.
Things became very messy very quickly, but Crehador stayed.
And now... well, he can say it's anger driving him, an urge to avenge Sheila. That's true. But there's more.
He just can't leave this smirking, arrogant, obnoxious man alone. Not when Cain's this close to shattering.
Cain walks by and Crehador follows, his footsteps echoing.
It occurs to him that he's found the road to hell.
Title: The Joys of the Flesh
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Cain/Riff
A/N: Written for
slashthedrabble prompt 85: David Bowie Song Titles (Sex and the Church)
Riff knew that Cain had a fondness for taboos, but this was a bit much. "In a church, sir?"
Cain knelt, undoing Riff's trousers. "No one's going to see us."
"But-" Riff gasped as Cain took him in his mouth. Thinking about, it wasn't truly surprising. Why should Cain have any respect for the God who abandoned him? Then, Cain sucked hard, and Riff didn't think anything at all.
Cain wiped his mouth. "I'm going to hell anyway. Might as well have some fun. Don't worry, we'll say I led you astray."
Riff caressed Cain's face. "We're going to hell together, my lord."
Title: Thaw
Pairing: Cain/Riff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313
Spoilers: For "The Sound of a Boy Hatching"
A/N: Written for comment_fic
Riff felt nothing after the fire. It was shock, the doctors told him, and it would pass. But it didn't. The food had no taste, and he didn't notice how rough the sheets were until he saw the marks on his skin. Even the razor blade passing over his skin provoked no reaction. It should have been painful. Riff was a doctor; he knew that pain was the human body's natural reaction to such damage, but there was nothing. As the nurse poured alcohol over the fresh wounds, she warned that that it might sting. For the first time since the fire, Riff very nearly laughed,
It wasn't just physical sensation. Other than the aching, gnawing guilt, Riff's emotions seemed to have left him. He wondered if the fire had burned them away, taken them along with his parents and brother. He couldn't even be too bothered when the doctors found him before he could finish bleeding out. An empty sense of of disappoint was all that he could muster up.
He wasn't quite sure why he accepted Earl Hargreaves' offer. A lack of anything better to do, perhaps. He couldn't think of a reason not to go, so he went. It might have even been a good idea. Riff felt more human since leaving the hospital, almost like a normal person. He found himself speaking in something other than monotone. He even considered continuing his studies.
But the numbness remained. The night air surely should have been cold, but Riff couldn't have said. Then he saw the strange boy with the gold-green eyes. When their gazes met, Riff noticed a spark kindle somewhere deep inside himself. And when he reached out instinctively to catch the fainting child, he felt a profound warmth travel up his arms. When he took his next breath, it was as if was he tasting air for the very first time.
Merlin Stuff:
Title: Guinevere Leodegrance: Private Eye
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: I do so love really wild AUs.
Guinevere Leodegrance, private eye, pressed the intercom button.
"You have a client," her secretary said.
"Thanks, Merlin." Merlin looked hapless, but he was a wizard with filing systems. Maybe that was why she was so fond of him: people tended to underestimate them both. Most people weren't looking for a woman detective. It made business slow. Gwen needed this client.
A woman walked in, running her fingers through her dark hair. Gwen's breath caught. The woman had "femme fatale" written all over her. Gwen would be crazy to get involved.
"I'm Morgana. I need you to find my step-brother."
"I'm on the case."
Title: Equilibrium
Threesome: Igraine/Nimueh/Uther
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: PG
A/N: Written for drabble_a_trois, prompt: #21: Balance
Spoilers: For episode nine, "Excalibur."
There had been a careful balance to their relationship, and Igraine had been the center. It had been her laughter that could coax Uther from his stormy tempers and her joy that could crack Niumeh's imperious shell. Indeed, for all Uther's might and Nimueh's power, Igraine had seemed the invincible one, too fair and wonderful to be tainted by death, a fantasy come to life.
But the fantasy crumbled, and Uther and Nimueh found that they could not keep the balance, could not find equal ground.
And they never thought how Igraine would have wept to see them so unstable.
Title: Truth in the Lies
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for of_the_moon100, prompt: #6: Truth
Merlin and Morgana had both built their lives out of lies, and they knew it. But who could blame them? An endless stream of falsehoods was the only way to survive. And even if that meant lying to the people that they loved best, they would pay that price. "I'm fine, Gwen." "It's nothing, Arthur." Again and again.
It was the secrets more than the magic itself that brought them together, both of them seeking a place where they didn't have to lie. And when Merlin whispered, "I need you" against Morgana's skin, that, at least, they knew was true.
I hope that that's everything.
Interestingly enough, everything's been either Count Cain or Merlin.
Count Cain stuff:
Title: Simple Intentions
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Crehador/Cain
Spoilers: For Godchild volume six
A/N: This was written for
slashthedrabble for prompt #212: 100 Greatest Classic Rock Songs (Take the Money and Run)
It was supposed to be about the money. Cain might be a lunatic, but he's a rich lunatic.
A simple plan: take the money and don't become involved. And if things get messy, leave.
Things became very messy very quickly, but Crehador stayed.
And now... well, he can say it's anger driving him, an urge to avenge Sheila. That's true. But there's more.
He just can't leave this smirking, arrogant, obnoxious man alone. Not when Cain's this close to shattering.
Cain walks by and Crehador follows, his footsteps echoing.
It occurs to him that he's found the road to hell.
Title: The Joys of the Flesh
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Cain/Riff
A/N: Written for
slashthedrabble prompt 85: David Bowie Song Titles (Sex and the Church)
Riff knew that Cain had a fondness for taboos, but this was a bit much. "In a church, sir?"
Cain knelt, undoing Riff's trousers. "No one's going to see us."
"But-" Riff gasped as Cain took him in his mouth. Thinking about, it wasn't truly surprising. Why should Cain have any respect for the God who abandoned him? Then, Cain sucked hard, and Riff didn't think anything at all.
Cain wiped his mouth. "I'm going to hell anyway. Might as well have some fun. Don't worry, we'll say I led you astray."
Riff caressed Cain's face. "We're going to hell together, my lord."
Title: Thaw
Pairing: Cain/Riff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313
Spoilers: For "The Sound of a Boy Hatching"
A/N: Written for comment_fic
Riff felt nothing after the fire. It was shock, the doctors told him, and it would pass. But it didn't. The food had no taste, and he didn't notice how rough the sheets were until he saw the marks on his skin. Even the razor blade passing over his skin provoked no reaction. It should have been painful. Riff was a doctor; he knew that pain was the human body's natural reaction to such damage, but there was nothing. As the nurse poured alcohol over the fresh wounds, she warned that that it might sting. For the first time since the fire, Riff very nearly laughed,
It wasn't just physical sensation. Other than the aching, gnawing guilt, Riff's emotions seemed to have left him. He wondered if the fire had burned them away, taken them along with his parents and brother. He couldn't even be too bothered when the doctors found him before he could finish bleeding out. An empty sense of of disappoint was all that he could muster up.
He wasn't quite sure why he accepted Earl Hargreaves' offer. A lack of anything better to do, perhaps. He couldn't think of a reason not to go, so he went. It might have even been a good idea. Riff felt more human since leaving the hospital, almost like a normal person. He found himself speaking in something other than monotone. He even considered continuing his studies.
But the numbness remained. The night air surely should have been cold, but Riff couldn't have said. Then he saw the strange boy with the gold-green eyes. When their gazes met, Riff noticed a spark kindle somewhere deep inside himself. And when he reached out instinctively to catch the fainting child, he felt a profound warmth travel up his arms. When he took his next breath, it was as if was he tasting air for the very first time.
Merlin Stuff:
Title: Guinevere Leodegrance: Private Eye
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: I do so love really wild AUs.
Guinevere Leodegrance, private eye, pressed the intercom button.
"You have a client," her secretary said.
"Thanks, Merlin." Merlin looked hapless, but he was a wizard with filing systems. Maybe that was why she was so fond of him: people tended to underestimate them both. Most people weren't looking for a woman detective. It made business slow. Gwen needed this client.
A woman walked in, running her fingers through her dark hair. Gwen's breath caught. The woman had "femme fatale" written all over her. Gwen would be crazy to get involved.
"I'm Morgana. I need you to find my step-brother."
"I'm on the case."
Title: Equilibrium
Threesome: Igraine/Nimueh/Uther
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: PG
A/N: Written for drabble_a_trois, prompt: #21: Balance
Spoilers: For episode nine, "Excalibur."
There had been a careful balance to their relationship, and Igraine had been the center. It had been her laughter that could coax Uther from his stormy tempers and her joy that could crack Niumeh's imperious shell. Indeed, for all Uther's might and Nimueh's power, Igraine had seemed the invincible one, too fair and wonderful to be tainted by death, a fantasy come to life.
But the fantasy crumbled, and Uther and Nimueh found that they could not keep the balance, could not find equal ground.
And they never thought how Igraine would have wept to see them so unstable.
Title: Truth in the Lies
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for of_the_moon100, prompt: #6: Truth
Merlin and Morgana had both built their lives out of lies, and they knew it. But who could blame them? An endless stream of falsehoods was the only way to survive. And even if that meant lying to the people that they loved best, they would pay that price. "I'm fine, Gwen." "It's nothing, Arthur." Again and again.
It was the secrets more than the magic itself that brought them together, both of them seeking a place where they didn't have to lie. And when Merlin whispered, "I need you" against Morgana's skin, that, at least, they knew was true.
I hope that that's everything.