Happily Ever After Land

Christmas!

2021-12-25T15:49:40Z

I hope you have a merry one, or at least an okay one. Stay safe and enjoy whatever you're doing today, I'm going to go watch more TeniMyu and have a nap *g*

Yuletide Letter

2014-10-26T11:02:35Z

Dear Yuletide Author,
You are lovely. You are. You're a wonderful person who is writing a complete stranger fanfiction and that makes you awesome :)
Personally I love main characters so much, also fluffy things and gay and team fic where everyone does everyday things and AUs (from coffee shop to somehow-sentient-kitchenware, AUs are awesomecakes). I love tooth-rotting cuteness and happy endings and believe that angst and hurt and woe is only acceptable if it's nicely resolved so everyone can live happily ever after. Yes, in the cases of things where canon is everything painful and angsty in the world this means absolute and total denial.

Dracula Untold- Vlad Tepes for father of the century. No-one that invested in their child’s wellbeing, future and crown just took off at the end. Super awesome dad Vlad is my favourite thing about the film. That and the shallow pretty shirtlessness. And the impaling. Vlad playing murderous guardian angel to his son from the shadows would be amazing. I’m sure there’s more than a few battles in history won by freak weather occurrences that totally mean ‘overprotective vampire father’ really.

Jurassic Park – Anything about Ian Malcolm. Dr Ian Malcolm is my favourite and I loved everything about his snarky flirting to his legion of ex-wives, and the interplay between Ian and Ellie and Alan. The reaction of Ian to Jurassic Park III would be wonderful and possibly involve writing an entire novel about how palaeontologists should stop visiting dinosaur-infested islands and going on an entire book tour at universities to shame Alan into being less stupid in future.

Kamen Rider Kabuto – Kagami is the best sort of long-suffering idiot that always pulls through for his friends. He just got stuck with friends like Tendou and therefore his life is doomed to be ridiculous and occasionally featuring starring roles in alien invasions. I adore the Zecters, tiny little (evil) metal creatures that only like Tendou Souji (always) and their avatars (subject to good behaviour). I love the entire cast of Kabuto so stuff about any of the riders- living or dead- is cool.

Yowamushi Pedal – Onoda and Makishima are adorable together, because Maskishima is secretly made of hugs and puppies, but also the way Onoda managed to somehow infect his entire team with anime and Love Hime is the best. I’d love to see everyone even tangentially connected to Onoda buying anime or soundtracks and nerding out and running into the others in the store and all pretending they got lost looking for new tires or something. All the characters are utterly adorable, even Midousuji (deep deep down inside), and supportive teams of idiots are my favourite so anything team-based will do it for me. Souhoku is my favourite (I get v. attached to main characters, okay) but Hakone and Kyoto Fushimi are the best sort of mostly friendly rivals.

Supernatural, Why Did I Watch 5 Seasons of This Rubbish, Ooh Crowley

2014-08-06T19:13:53Z

As someone who just spent two weeks of their life watching all the way from Seasons 4 through 9 of Supernatural I feel fairly confident in having definite opinions of general levels of interesting-ness.

Season 4 I'd basically seen most of, I just rewatched the end so I knew where Season 5 was starting off. Yes, I stopped watching back when Season 5 aired. Yes, that was when Smallville was still on television. Yes, it meant there was a lot of random monster-killing tv to fit into a fortnight. No, I haven't got my sleep schedule back to anything resembling normal :P

So...S5. It's...good. Like actually interesting and genuine fun to watch. I was there watching it and being all 'I forgot I loved Supernatural! This is awesome!' and generally cooing over all the idiots and caring about Jo and Ellen and adoring Gabriel more than words can adequately convey (seriously. Gabriel is my new second favourite and was new actual favourite for a whole half season). And it all made sense, more or less. There was Lucifer and Michael and finding a way to fight back and Dean being a total pillock out of basically nowhere 20-odd episodes in and deciding that all the suffering of the last season should be totally ignored and he should say yes and Bobby and Cas providing much needed common sense. But yeah, enjoyable.

Season 6 is totally my favourite. I can say with absolute certainty that it was a filler season of epic proportions (so so obvious when watching all the way through in a manner that doesn't leave much room for sleeping or leaving the house at all in any way) in that everything plotful in the season was just gearing up for S7.1 and Cas going off the rails in a delightful twist that was actually really interesting to see.
But it was so beautifully cracked. The entire season is homages to random shows and genres- X-Files, Wild West, etc.- and is basically the entire reason freedomdarkness got texts like 'the episode with the time travel. the time travel to the past. the other time travel to the past, no other than that one' (she's gotten ones in subsequent seasons that just saying FUCKING TIMETRAVEL WTF). Balthazar! Balthazar alone would've been enough reason to watch, and all the episodes from other PoVs were amazing. I actually gave more of a damn about a day in the life of Bobby Singer than any of the long tedious scenes about Samuel Totally-Evil-And-Here-To-Screw-You-Over Campbell. And seeing the season from Cas' point of view at the end, ah, my feels *flails*
Also the Titanic. That's not going to stop being funny any time soon.
S6 also wins for Crowley. Love Crowley. Gabriel was my favourite for like S5 but then Crowley came along with his snark and his suit and his voice and my sexuality is now gay with a side of Crowley, and I'm totally okay with that ;D I loved watching Crowley get his torture on and him working with Castiel was so awesome I'm actually trying to smush my hands together whilst I type right now to convey what it did to me in terms of feels.

S7 was where all the plot went though. Everything about S6- Cas fighting Raphael, Purgatory, Crowley, everything- was leading up to the Leviathans. Also it was basically a season of seeing what else you could take away from the Winchesters. Bobby, check. The car, check (I missed the car more than I missed Cas, I'm a horrible person). It was just misery piled on loss, topped with pain and death and angst and woe. And Bobby. Poor Bobby. Also Crowley's scruffy beard really works for me, just keeping things in perspective.
Oh yeah, Sam being crazy. Honestly it made him more likeable until Cas came and swapped their brains over or whatever. Lucifer's forked tongue and general ability to be the most annoying little brat to ever exist brightened up many a dull episode.
Meg and Cas was kind of sweet.
But again the last couple of episodes were basically paving the way for the next season. It kind of made sense when watching it, unexpected prophet + magical tablet = helpful and timely way to kill Dick (and god what a dick he was) that would've been more helpful before everybody had been killed off, but made more sense when S8 came around and it was suddenly the entire plot.
Charlie is my third favourite btw. Charlie is wonderful. Charlie should never leave Oz. Charlie is too awesome to hang out with Winchesters.
This season also introduced the novel concept of timetravel (to the past, not the future, to not the 70's, or the 70's again, but to the 1940's and seriously enough with the time travel) not done by angels.

Season 8 is rubbish. Tedious rubbish with 3 soft-focus flashbacks every episode and monologuing about family and responsibility and ffs, it took actual cheerleading from Sian and copious amounts of Benny (the only good thing to come out of S8) and Crowley to get me to finish. It's dull. Endlessly preachy from Dean, needlessly whiny from Sam, tiresome stupidity from everyone about why Cas has gone off the rails again, and hypocrisy so strong I had to go away and watch the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony to escape it.
Also more time travel, yays. Nothing says running out of ideas quite like another hunter-royalty grandfather suddenly rocking up in modern times, although this one at least came with a super secret bunker of awesomeness that looks like something out of Captain America and provided a very welcome home base.
Charlie continues awesome. Only awesome people get to be queen.
And then all the shitstorm with the trials and Metatron happen and Dean and Sam are too stupid to read the fine print before throwing themselves in, Cas is too stupid to ask for help from someone that hasn't been creeping about earth since before Gabriel ran off into witness protection, Heaven is filled with morons that don't know when to just give up on the system, and Crowley is the only one with sense (and even that is wasting away the longer he spends round the idiot Winchesters).

Season 9. More watchable than 8, more plotful than 6 and 7, just as much stupidity as 8 but almost entirely from Dean and therefore it's amusing to watch his life fall apart and snicker when everything he does, whilst monologuing about family and doing the right thing, kills people and rips the world apart even more.
Also Gabriel. I'm shallow. I like my pretties onscreen and snarky. Not-dead would be nice but it's not a deal breaker. Crowley, wonderful crazycakes drugged Crowley. Getting an intervention from the Winchesters was basically the lowest point his character could possibly go through so everything was up from there, even extended time in the creepy supernatural sex dungeon that basically exists to prove all Winchesters have had kinky bondage things going on with monsters since like the 20's.
Also Metatron is a millions kinds of skeevy. He's like all the weird 'no-one liked me in highschool. or now' of Warren from Buffy and none of the unexpected horror that came from having a normal human be basically the most successful bad guy when it came to killing off main characters. He was just so convinced of his own intelligence and batshit crazy obsessed with plots and people playing their roles like that worked out so well for God in S5.

Thus end all my belated thoughts about Supernatural and everything that happened since I stopped watching in Season 4 ;P

Expo Photos!

2014-06-13T22:49:06Z

All my photos from Expo last month. Completely forgot about them til now ;P

nenimefish showing exactly how quickly chocolate can melt :)

All the shiny pretty things from artist's alley what I spent all my money on XD Because shallow

...and because lj put all these photos in an arse-ridiculous order here's a painfully cute coat that was in the lolita section at Expo. Like the entire little street was pink and covered in lace, it was like expensive fashion heaven. There were entire walls of shoes and pretty handbags that looked like mini-violin cases. I wanted everything

...what. Danganronpa was so amazingly awesome, I'm giving serious thought to buying a PS Vita just to play the second one. I basically ripped freedomdarkness 's arm off dragging her to this game section (because murderous school children solving crimes is what every game should aspire to be)

scenery

More things! All the artists were utterly awesome and I happily parted with my money. Also had epic conversations about the Hannibal finale because why not

Happy looking fast food! I'm so sad I didn't buy any of these cuties. Obviously if I see any of them again I will buy them all and worry about logistics like where the hell I'd put an entire meal of cuddly toys at another time *nods*

My haul! The stoned looking owl on the left is just a pencil case I got from tesco that was the perfect size for postcards and bookmarks

Also the Geek Pussy book is a million times less porn than it sounds, it's an entire book of geeky characters from everything from mario kart to LOTR as cats. Sauron!cat is the grumpiest thing I've ever seen ;D

Winning the prize for coolest stall purely for the floating umbrella roof. The cheap games were just a bonus

it amused me, shut up

...these now guard my netbook from the cat. because i'm a traditionalist

Shoes! Pretty impractical shoes!

stickers! The Hogwarts ones say 'Are you a Slytherin or a Slytherout?' and 'Are you Hufflepuff enough?'

Yuletide Letter

2013-10-14T00:01:11Z

Dear Yuletide Author,
Welcome, you wonderful person!
I’m fairly easy, so long as characters are happy then so am I. I like my fic gay, fluffy, ridiculous, filled with misunderstandings (and occasionally even angst) so long as it all ends happily. I adore AU’s, the crackier the better, and stuff that’s set post-canon or in the bits off-screen you never get to see. If you feel the desperate need to torture a character I don’t mind so long as someone comes along afterwards and makes their day suck a little less. That’s totally what happy ending is *g*

Brothers Conflict. The twin-triplets. While I do love all the brothers more or less the twins are amazing little horrors that have managed to simultaneously endear themselves to their brother so much he has cats named after them and yet still make him rather live elsewhere. But if you want to include anyone else I genuinely do like everyone, even Ema, who is clearly too sensible to want to date close family members and deserves a day without getting hit on.

Kamen Rider Kabuto. Kagami’s my favourite, it’s the combination of being normal enough to realise Tendou’s ridiculous and being such fail sometimes. Slash more than welcome, and if you could somehow see fit to having it set in Kagami’s flat that would be brilliant. Still bothers me that no-one ever randomly showed up at Kagami’s place. Like Tendou showing up to cook food. I also love the Zecters, even a mention would make me all the happyface.

Kurosagi Shitai Takuhaibin/Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service. Yaichi. Anything with Yaichi in it, presumably with Karatsu along for the ride…I love the idea of everyone just hanging out at the office being poor and the girls swanning about with actual lives and sense that goes beyond the cheapest place to buy instant noodles.

Uta no Prince-sama. Gay singing. Gay singing roommates. In a band. With dance rehearsals and arguing over stage costumes and what constitutes too much glitter. Everyone/Everyone, porn, crack, whatever. Anyone interacting with Satsuki beyond violence would be amazing *g*

Atlantis, Pythagoras and Magical Naked Gateways

2013-09-28T21:48:47Z

Aaaargh, Auntie Beeb, why must you come along and give my Saturday nights ridiculous trashy meaning again? Do you have any idea how many shows I'm trying to keep up with right now?
(Also the trailer for Death Comes to Pemberley beforehand amused me greatly, there was a time when I would quite happily have taken that book with me on a desert island.)

Hercules is like every guy down the pub who used to be part of the rugby team at uni and never moved on, constantly telling stories about how they'd have turned professional if it weren't for their knee. It's a good thing Pythagoras likes him and seems to earn enough money to keep them both in house and booze, with a little left over to take in attractive strays. Which reminds me, any magic watery portal that can strip a man and leave him stranded on a beach stark naked is clearly the kind of portal I should be having drinks with XD And it so helpfully provided clothes that fit afterwards ;P

Pythagoras is so cute, I want one. And a Jason to keep it company whilst random attractive women smoulder in his direction. Pythagoras seems like such a weedy little nerd but I suspect anyone who has to pay Hercules gambling debts off on a regular basis knows precisely how to kick someone in the knackers and run away. He certainly seems to have no problem hiding random pretty boys from the city guards. Jason straddling Pythagoras is going to be my enduring memory of this episode~

In terms of Atlantis guard dogs the two-headed dragon beats the hunting lions hands down simply for being a dragon.

Creepy abusive queen is kind of a cow. I hope she ends up cursed by the gods to be nice to Ariadne or (rather attractive in a papa bear kind of way) King Minos will have her banished.

As it's all a bit Greek I'm waiting to find out who's secretly related to the person they fancy.

Next week, Medusa. Yes, yes, I approve. My love for Jemima Rooper has only grown since the Famous Five, what, we all have childhood crushes ;P

Wicked Has Watched

2013-09-25T18:37:01Z

SHIELD!!!! Acfgjb.khbdf.vkhdv I have feelings damnit. Mostly about Lola XD XD XD

Brothers Conflict is like UtaPri without the singing. Also more incest. Because they're both dating games that somehow make for oddly compelling watching, how does that even work, I'm so invested in these pick-and-choose romances despite knowing she's never going to actually settle on somebody. Anyhow random girl comes to live at house with lots of attractive brothers because her dad is marrying their mum and all the brothers proceed to fall madly in love with her, despite being ridiculously codependent and incestuous in the first episode before they meet her. There are twin-triplets. They're awesome and probably what would happen to future generations of the Weasley family if they were to crossbreed with Ouran and gets jobs as voice actors where they are paid to flirt with each other. I obviously adore it and now want to convince everyone else to watch it and write fic for me to coo over. There's a squirrel. It talks. Now you have to watch it *nods*

Sleepy Hollow. Such an oddly adorable show for something that has the devil appearing slightly out of focus and snapping necks. Ichabod Crane is the kind of educated and attractive that would make him the perfect lead of anything really, except for the part where he was a British guy fighting on the other side of the Revolutionary War and woke up several hundred years later to a world where claiming George Washington tasked you with killing witches gets you taken to an asylum. Thank god for Abbie Mills, lieutenant, sceptic, and all round bastion of common sense and snark. Apparently the bible says they're destined to be partners as they stop the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Watching them needle each other is way more fun than the plot, also John Cho is such a good evil minion, the devil can really pick them.

By Any Means just started, the first episode set up the team of not-quite policemen who go around tricking people into prison. The bickering when they broke into the house together was cute, as was the idiotic football fan they tricked twice. Looking forward to seeing what it's like with the new guy added. Also for a tad darker storylines, seriously it's on after the watershed and the worst it had was a man being killed mostly off-screen. Whitechapel has insisted on showing me eviscerations and flaying every week until I've become rather expecting of a little violence for my grown-up telly ;P

xxxHolic live action is basically just the anime without Mokona, shoved into less than 10 episodes, but it works. They really got the dreamy style down and it's the perfect sort of morbid, just like the manga. The opening song is basically the best bit (Aitai by Shikao Suga) but seeing all the outfits on actual people is kind of awesome. Ame-Warashi looks perfect, there aren't words for how much joy I got watching her poke Watanuki with her umbrella every time he annoyed her, hehehe.

The Wrong Mans was okay but not as interesting as the half hour of GBBO that I caught before it, which says it all.

RIPD is rubbish, I only went to see it because dad wanted the house at the weekend and it was the only film on in the afternoon. Kevin Bacon is the best thing about it and he's such an obvious villain you expect his motivation to be world domination and finding an even snazzier leather jacket. It would've been so much more interesting if the physical bodies of the dead policemen that all the normal living people could see- a blonde bombshell and an old Chinese man- were actually the main characters. I'd have happily watched 2hrs about a lawman from the old West stuck in the body of a highly attractive woman until his soul works through unresolved issues (and solves crime). He was clearly comfortable being seen as a woman by random people and his speech to some guy staring at his tits about not being there for his enjoyment was the best part of the film.

And thus everything I've watched this week is summed up, leaving way for new things to watch and flail about. Also uni and actual coursework.

5th May Means...

2013-05-05T12:02:59Z

Happy Hikaru no Go Day!

And if you feel the day could be improved somehow with Go and rivals and truly horrendous lavender suits and Ogata being kind of creepy in his interest towards someone almost fifteen years younger than him and Sai and the fact that somehow a ridiculously cerebral board game is made interesting, but that you'd prefer a bit of porn to go with it then try this-

http://archiveofourown.org/works/188407
Because porn is even better when it's in character and both Hikaru and Touya are still complete idiots *nods* Or in which Hikaru has something he wants to ask Touya and luckily Touya is just as invested.

XD

Christmas Cards!

2012-11-22T00:39:27Z

Slightly later than usual but here's the Christmas card post! If there's anyone who wants a card then please leave your address in the comments and I'll assault you with festive cheer and probably glitter

(Fair warning there, remember that you were definitely warned ;D)

Expo!

2012-10-27T22:53:18Z

In which there are many gratuitous pictures and much squeeing over pretties and all the marvellous nerdery that is Expo

Considerably bigger inside than I remember it being, although that could possibly just be because everything was spaced out more (although the inevitable crush of people happened wherever there was something shiny) and all the food stalls inside. Mostly all Japanese food- the Japan section was massive this year- and the queues for them were ridiculous. I did get ice cream though. Because I’m cool like that ;D

Watched so many trailers for things. Pitch Perfect looks awesome and I want to see it now and the trailer for Magi on the gigantic screen outside almost made me want to watch it…Watched a bit of an episode of some show on Syfy as well as they had a section with squishy chairs. I appreciated all the sitting down areas and ended up hanging out in the nerdy board game section for ages. There was a game where the counters were the Enterprise. A board full of Enterprises. It was awesome :D

There were also loads of art tutorial things going on and a Doctor Who exhibit thing that had a massive queue on one side and an almost perfect view of everything in it from the other side…I did however have to peer in and yet also avoid taking my eyes of any of the Angel merchandise. Just in case, yeah?
(Slightly evil-looking steampunk Doctor to hammer the point home. I'd like to point out the girl in question looked perfectly amazing and wonderful and somehow I took a photo that made her look like a demonic zombie)

Ran into Bethan- the lovely Captain America- who was in much demand for photos by being adorable. The helmet weighed a ton btw

Random appearance from Camelot

Kuroko! She was lovely and made my day for being there. The world needs more gay basketball love

There was so much Les Miserables love today, massive posters everywhere, the trailer on repeat, complete randoms humming songs from it...I need someone to go with me to see it. Of course I'm going to go by myself as well but finally I have a chance to see Les Mis again without actually having to sell a kidney for a good seat ;P

Because that hats are amazing *nods*

There were loads of Lokis about (what is the collective noun for Lokis anyway? A murder? A confusion?) and all the Avengers, although it took me a long time to get a full set. Hawkeye was surprisingly hard to find…Coulson I found on the tube home *g*

Slightly inconvenient precipitation meant the steps outside were as empty as I’ve ever seen them…

…and instead everyone was inside. And you never noticed until you left but there was a distinct smell of wet dog from the slightly soggy costumes right by the door.

My hoard of shameless showing off

All the bookmarks! Aren’t they adorable? All for a fiver, I’m going to have to buy more books so I can use them all equally of course…

This picture has been living on my rucksack as a keyring for years so when there was a print of it I needed it, I really did. Easily my favourite Fai pretty boy picture *g* I spent ages at the stall staring longingly at all the other pretties there too~

And then there’s a free Tiger and Bunny poster is up on my wall being smug and free. There was just a random guy handing them out to everybody. I wanted to rescue them from all the people that didn’t know what it was for. Also because it I like it :D

Met some lovely people on the train back; it’s amazing how easy it is to gain instant acceptance from a large group of people when you recognise the cosplay and mention Merlin. It’s like Tiger&Bunny + Merlin = Large enough demographic for everyone to fall into it ;)

Also I got talking to girl at one of the stalls and when she saw my Echizen keyring she started singing You Got Game? Apparently I was the only person who recognised the song, even the Seigaku cosplayers she saw earlier didn't get it. We both agreed that all Prince of Tennis fans should be made to sit down with the gay tennis musicals and then she rounded the price of my purchases down to the nearest five ;D See, gay tennis really is the best thing ever. And nothing anyone says will ever change that

Yuletide

2012-10-20T21:33:14Z

Dear Yuletide Author,

Yays! Isn’t this all shiny and wonderful?

Firstly I am a big believer in happy endings. They don’t have to be the cliché big white wedding and firework kiss sort but I like it when characters end happy~

That said I prefer it when they’re not unhappy to begin with. Angst, hurt/comfort (unless the hurt is physical and the comfort outweighs it at least 70%) is too much for me. Fluff, humour and more fluff is best. Incidentally character death if written in an uplifting way- idek, finally going to see long dead lover again sort of thing- is perfectly acceptable. AUs, canon-based or completely bonkers, are my favourites but I also love things that fill in little gaps in canon, domestic fic and anything written to be set post canon. I love main characters, if there’s a character introduced at the start of something I tend to fixate on them and will happily ship them with anyone and anything. So anything that focuses on the main character be it gen or slash is fine, although slash would be preferred it can be rated anything. Fluff over smut though, cute is way more important than porn…

Basically if it’s gay and ends with at least the main character happy I’ll love it *g*

Kurosagi Shitai Takuhaibin/Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service

I…genuinely don’t care what it’s about. So long as it’s about Karatsu ;) Something about the waiting between jobs, when the guys are poor and living out of the office and trying to see how far a person can go on instant noodles would be awesome. Even the slightest mention of Yaichi if Karatsu has to talk to a body would own my soul *nods*

Kamen Rider Kabuto

Tendou/Kagami or just Kagami being forced to interact with any member of the Tendou family and their ridiculous way of navigating the world. I love the way Kagami is clearly the most grounded and realistic of the riders and yet Tendou makes the most impossible things happen and then says it was nothing to him. Arrogant, annoying bastard-

Yes. Basically I think Kagami is needed to wear down Tendou’s ego a little. Tendou is there to ignore everything Kagami says and somehow make his life all the better for it. All the other characters, ZECT, the riders, are welcome too.

…The Zectors are so so welcome if it’s set during canon, tiny flying things with minds of their own are too cuuute…

Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko’s Basketball

Idiots for once not playing basketball. I’d love to see Kagami and Kuroko doing things that aren’t basketball and random players to show up and simply prove their lives and friendships revolve totally around the sport. The Generation of Miracles amuses me greatly and I love how Kagami interacts with these people that have known Kuroko longer than him. Aomine and Midorima in particular. All the other characters welcome, especially any of the Generation of Miracles’ babysitters- Momoi, Tatsuya, Takao, the ones who keep the collateral damage down to a minimum.

Anyone/Anyone for this. I don’t care if it’s Kuroko being sneaky and evil and topping Kagami (who’s too dense to notice) or Seirin having it off in the locker room before a game, or just Kise quietly being a slut in the background while fluff goes on. Don’t care, smut welcome but entirely at your discretion ;D

Ridiculousness, Mordred and Shirtless Knights

2012-10-13T21:03:22Z

Hey, lj. Long time no…nothing really. Tumblr is a horribly distracting thing with pretty pictures. Not really an excuse but so so true…

Merlin is ridiculous and there are apparently entire posses of shirtless knights that roam Morgana’s dungeons. Any plot was entirely irrelevant and all I care about is getting Merlin/Mordred fic, especially now Mordred’s a knight and can therefore join in with the monthly orgies I'm sure Gwaine hosts :D
Presumably as Arthur's now married he doesn't actually need Merlin to do everything for him any more- Gwen has more than enough brains to help him dress himself in the mornings- and Merlin probably spends time when there's not an emergency being lent out to knights who aren't so maritally blessed. And then there are orgies. Because.

Also Gwen is cool and Mordred is genuinely the only person with actual sense left in the entire world. I'm sure it’ll all go to hell before the season is over though. Thank god for twitter, wouldn't be able to watch it without instant bitchiness over the ridiculous plot…

Truly all I got from the last two episodes was that evil = keeping men shirtless and sweaty in your cellar, which seems a rather harsh definition, and that aliens exist in Avalon. Apparently. Area 51 my right buttock, aliens probably emigrated to America along with everyone else ;P

As far as the rest of the season goes personally I am going for Mordred does try to kill Arthur…after Arthur finds out about Merlin’s magic and has him executed. All ‘deaths’ will be suspect and leave a million ways for someone to magically appear again just in time to save the day. Apart from Mordred. Sweetie grew up too pretty to survive Camelot. Look what happened to Lancelot…

I love that I already had a Mordred/Merlin tag just waiting for this to happen and I really don't actually care about Merlin any more. I care when it's actually on but by tomorrow I'm pretty sure I'll forget about it again until next week. Sad but true, I have more interesting fandoms now.

Birthday Details

2012-08-04T14:28:14Z

Hi, all! In an attempt to be organised here are birthday outing details:

Sunday 19^th August

Meet at 1pm at the pub Lord Moon of the Mall, Whitehall

http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/home/pubs/the-lord-moon-of-the-mall

(it’s just down from Trafalgar Square, walkable from Charing Cross, Leicester Sq. or Piccadilly and managed to have enough space for people during Pride so I'm sure we can steal a corner somewhere inside)

whereupon I plan to drag people to the cinema once they’ve been properly fed and watered.

None of the cinemas have times up this far ahead yet but there’s a good chance of mid-afternoon-evening showings of either Bourne silliness or Brave and anyone who wants to can come along :D

I’ll be getting to London for about 11am and plan to go drool over things at Forbidden Planet before making a nice lazy route to the pub. Anyone want to join?

Questions, comments?
I'd post this to merlin_london but it keeps telling me I'm not allowed *grumbles* Stupid error, stupid lj...

2011 Ficlet Post

2011-12-31T13:08:49Z

The past year was…yes, well…but summing it up in all the random stuff I never bothered posting here makes it all better ;)

Title: The Balcony Scene

Pairing: Ahim de Famille/Luka Milfy

Summary: Princess Ahim is awakened in her bedchamber by a suitor most bold. Or possibly a thief. It’s easy to confuse the two.

Bang!

Ahim awoke suddenly, sitting up and peering into the darkness trying to see what had made the noise. The room was awash with shadows and all the light from the candles had long been extinguished by the servants, leaving only the moon to flood in through the windows. The curtains fluttered in the breeze and Ahim could just make out the way the balcony was shining in the moonlight.

But surely the doors shouldn’t be open at this sort of time. Hadn’t her maids closed them as soon as the night’s chill drew in?

“Is someone there?”

No answer. Ahim had almost dismissed it as her imagination, making a note to close the balcony doors more firmly in future, when there came a rustle- a barely discernable sound of fabric brushing together as someone shifted their weight- and it came from out on the balcony.

“Hello?”

Ahim knew all the stories of course, her sisters talked of little beyond romance and her studies were filled with ballads of dashing young suitors who braved guards and gravity to climb onto a princesses’ balcony. What happened after that, once the floral poetry and comparing of body parts to inanimate objects was done, the ballads remained remarkably mute on, but Ahim had been to the royal farm enough to know there was more to husbandry than a man and a woman standing before a priest. The horses had been eye-opening, even if she’d had to follow her sisters back to the palace when they fell to an attack of the vapours at the sight.

Ahim also knew the stories that the servants told; the ones that no princess should hear, about kidnap and ransom and thieves who stole more than gold and jewels. She wasn’t sure which scenario was more likely, and decided a healthy mix of the two would probably prove correct.

“Art thou a rose come to steal my heart or my crown?” she asked eventually, when it became clear the figure would not be speaking. It was only good manners to ask a guest their intentions when they arrived unannounced, and although Ahim feared her floral poetry could use some work she hoped the figure would forgive her due to the lateness of the hour.

“Um,” said the figure, stepping further into the room but still covered in shadows. “A bit of both?”

Well that sounded promising. Ahim had never expected her first dashing suitor to be both a woman and somewhat of a thief, but it at least meant she wouldn’t be confined to sticking with the poetry her tutors favoured.

“Do you need some help finding the jewels?” Ahim offered. “I’m afraid I only know where my second best tiara is, the best was taken off for polishing. And, of course, it is my eldest sister who has the crown.”

The thief- her thief, Ahim decided, liking the possessive thrill it gave her- finally came into view. She slinked through the room like a cat, ending her prowl at the edge of the bed’s canopy, within both reach and sight of Ahim.

She was clad in scandalously minimalist clothing, not a ruffle or a lace hem in sight; although Ahim had to admire the way her leather jacket fitted her shoulders so well.

Her hair was loose and framed her face nicely, emphasising her cocky smirk and kind eyes, possibly the only example of femininity about her for her legs were clad in breeches. Ahim tried to drag her eyes away, knowing the sight should scandalise her as was befitting a princess, but found her gaze drawn back to the long, slim legs so perfectly showcased in their skin-tight material. Ahim wasn’t sure if she was feeling faint at the shameless display, but that thick warm feeling inside had to have something to do with the figure- definitely as dashing as she could have imagined a suitor to be- close enough to reach out and touch.

Ahim decided it would be best if she got out of bed for the rest of encounter. Peering up into someone’s eyes was all well and good but she’d get a crick in her before too long.

“The tiara is in the jewellery cabinet over there,” Ahim pointed, “Did you intend to woo me before or after taking it?”

“You shouldn’t be telling me this!” her thief protested. “I’m here to rob you!”

“You protest far too much,” Ahim told her. “Are you sure you’re a proper thief?”

“I could hurt you,” she said, gesturing towards her belt where both a musket of some sort and a sword hung.

Ahim tilted her head in consideration.

“Does the sword not get in the way when scaling up palace walls?”

“They’re for in case something goes wrong. Like a princess calling for the guards,” she said meaningfully.

“That sounds dreadfully inefficient, if you don’t mind my saying so. Why not choose a less guarded spot that holds more material wealth such as the antechamber off of the throne room where the crown jewels are kept between appearances? That way you wouldn’t need weapons at all but could dress for speed in making your escape.”

Ahim was proud of her reasoning there. It did make the most sense and could avoid any future situations where the guards might take her thief for a despicable scoundrel. They could be most unforgiving and Ahim didn’t wish to see her thief unduly harmed.

“Antechamber?” her thief asked. “Where is it?”

“In the central wing, just to the right of the throne room,” Ahim told her and immediately wished she hadn’t as her thief made for the door. “Wait!”

“Shh!”

Her thief rounded on her, glaring, and Ahim couldn’t help but smile. This warm feeling inside surely had to be the ‘love’ all the court musicians sang about, although it felt similar to the amusement she got from watching her sister’s kittens play.

She reached over and pressed the catch that released the hidden door next to her bed.

“You can take the servant’s way down to the central wing. There’s no-one in the corridors here in the residential wing until they come to light the hearths.”

Her thief looked incredulously at her. Ahim liked that expression on her face.

“Although I’m not sure one visit is really enough for you to steal my heart,” Ahim told her, “May I know you name regardless?”

Her thief looked her up and down for a long moment before striding back across the room and placing a kiss on Ahim’s lips.

It may have started chaste but soon their lips were sealed together in a heated, full-blown kiss. Ahim’s eyes fluttered closed. Her arms wound around her thief’s shoulders and wished they weren’t as entirely encased in leather as they were so she could press her hands against skin instead.

Her lips instinctively opening under the onslaught as she pressed closer and found that while she may not be able to find skin to caress, her thief had no such restrictions as she slid her hand up Ahim’s bare thigh, bunching up her nightdress as she went.

An unconscious groan came from the back of Ahim's throat as their tongues slid together. Her thief was sucking her lower lip, gently tugging it with her teeth before abandoning it to slide their tongues together and all the while her hand slid higher and higher. The myriad of sensations was almost becoming too much when her thief pulled away.

That Ahim did not approve of. Her thief leaned against her, panting slightly in her ear and Ahim nipped at her neck in reprimand. Her thief groaned.

She pulled away when her breathing was steady; something Ahim felt came far too quickly, immediately missing the heat pressed against her front, and watched in disapproving silence as her thief made for the servant’s entrance.

She turned back; catching the door before it could slide shut entirely and said, “My name is Luka.”

Ahim thought it the most promising start to a romance.

Title: What A Team Is Good For

Pairing: Marvelous/Joe/Luka/Ahim/Don

Spoilers: For Gai’s existence

Warnings: For Gai’s enthusiasm and the idea that gay rangers bonk

Summary: Gai sees no sign his sentai team is having sex with each other. This is a problem.

Gai doesn't get it.

They're a sentai team, his bunch of pirates, and an established one at that. It's not like they're a bunch of strangers brought together to serve as retainers for their lord, knowing nothing about each other and simply thrown together by a combination of fate and longstanding family tradition, although that did work out for the Shinkengers.

They live together, fight together, spend their free time together...so why hasn't he seen any sign they're having sex? Everyone knows sentai teams sleep together.

Gai remembers being a teenager and thinking that was the whole point of having a team, although that line of thought had tapered off as the years went by and Gai discovered masturbation, though enjoyable on occasion, was messy and sex by all accounts was even more so. He took it as a sign that he really was destined to be part of a sentai team and that he’d be more interested once his team showed up, so that in the mean time he could work hard to be a good friend who kept everyone’s spirits up and didn’t need to concern himself overly with dating, and threw himself into the role wholeheartedly.

So where’s the kissing? The necking? The orgies?

Saving the world is all well and good, but how are they meant to be an effective fighting force if they’re not at least swapping spit on a regular basis. It’s just not right.

Every time they meet past sentai members Gai worries they can see the lack of intimacy between them and tries to cover it up with as much enthusiasm as possible. He can’t expect aliens to know the most fundamental rule of sentai teams after all but he does wonder how they made it this far without discovering the team-building power of sex.

Obviously he’s going to have to talk them round to this slowly, start off just getting two of them together and work his way round to the rest. Don-san and Ahim-san would probably be the easiest to play matchmaker for as they occasionally listened to his suggestions, and it was all for a good cause…

Gai nodded to himself, briefly thinking about a ‘Eureka!’ pose before deciding it would look too similar to his GokaiSilver henshin pose and that was the more important one. He had a plan. He, Ikari Gai, would match-make his teammates together and turn them into a proper sentai team that people could be proud of!

+++

“Gai-san seems very enthusiastic,” Ahim said suddenly.

Marvelous groaned at the interruption of his afterglow and rolled off the bed to go get wet towels for cleanup. Joe got this look if Marvelous didn’t wipe up properly ever since he got dried come stuck in his hair. It’d been a long time ago but some things were too traumatic to forget. Marvelous hadn’t known people could withhold sex that long.

Luka stuck her head of out the bathroom and almost collided with Marvelous.

“He’s too enthusiastic, Ahim! Who cares about all those teams and names and things so long as we still get the Greatest Treasure?” Luka said. She wrapped a towel loosely round her wet hair- always the first in the shower, Marvelous privately thought she liked it quick and dirty just so she got all the hot water- and pushed past him heading back into the bedroom.

She sat at Ahim’s feet as she slowly uncurled from around Joe and tilted her head back.

“Help me dry my hair?” she asked.

Ahim smiled and nodded, taking hold of the towel and gently rubbing away the moisture.

“But Gai-san does seem to know an awful lot about the grand powers,” Doc said, pushing open the door with one foot and holding out trays of food with both hands. “Snacks?”

“Food!” Marvelous and Joe zeroed in and stole the platters off of Don before retreating with them to the bed.

“No crumbs in the sheets,” Ahim admonished, still massaging the water from Luka’s hair.

Marvelous rolled his eyes but moved to the chair, dragging Don onto his lap once he stepped within reach. Hand feeding his crew could be fun too; maybe his afterglow wasn’t completely ruined.

“What were you saying about Gai-san, Doc?” Luka asked, snuggling back against Ahim and smirking at Joe as she stole the plate. “He’s just an idiot; he doesn’t understand anything about pirates.”

“That seems to be true,” Don admitted, “But he is helpful when it comes to finding grand powers.”

“No-one understands Navi’s predictions like Gai-san,” Ahim nodded.

Luka snorted. “How’s that any help? We always worked them out before he came along.”

Ahim smiled at her, plucked the plate from her hands and handed it back to Joe. Luka huffed and stole Don from Marvelous instead.

“But with Gai here we do work things out a lot faster,” Don said.

“He’s a good fighter,” Joe grunted.

“You think so too?” Ahim cooed and clapped her hands. “Then it’s decided.”

“What?” Marvelous shook himself out of his post-snack laziness “No, it’s not. What were we deciding?”

“To include Gai-san more in the crew, of course,” Ahim said. The smile was heavenly and in it Marvelous could read his doom.

“We do include him! He’s crew!” Marvelous objected. He could feel a sinking sense of inevitability about where this was going.

Ahim primly sipped at the cup of tea that had materialised from nowhere. Oh, yeah. He was sure he wouldn’t like this.

Seeing the beginning of another argument between Marvelous and Ahim the others congregated back on the bed, settling in to watch.

“20 on Ahim,” Luka whispered.

“No bet,” Joe told her.

“Ahim always wins,” Don nodded.

“You never told him he was welcome in your cabin.”

“That doesn’t mean you lot can’t!”

“Marvelous, you know we wouldn’t approach him without your approval, and you haven’t even kissed the boy yet,” Luka called out.

“B-but he snores!” Marvelous shouted, finally cracking. “The sex would be fine, and he might finally shut up, but I’m not sleeping with that racket in the same bed as me after!”

Marvelous crossed his legs and glared at the bulkhead to avoid seeing at the reproachful looks he could feel from his crew. He gave up after a minute and sneaked a quick look.

It was worse than he feared. Ahim was frowning.

Marvelous could feel his resolve crumbling.

“Make more of an effort in future, Marvelous,” Ahim implored.

Don nodded and added, “We don’t want him to feel left out.”

The puppy eyes were overkill, Marvelous thought and tried to resist the urge to pet him.

“Well, we can’t all be perfect,” Luka told him, “But he deserves a chance to show us what he’s made of.”

“He’s crew,” was all Joe said but his eyes spoke volumes about promises, ties closer than family, and withholding sex if he fucked this up.

Sometimes a crew was nothing but bother.

+++

“You guys are having sex?!” Gai yelled, face a mess of emotions too deeply Gai to understand.

Don nodded shyly. “Do you mind?”

“Mind?” Gai repeated incredulously, volume increasing even more until he ended on a squeak and had to pause to breathe in again.

Luka glared and cocked her hip. ‘Do you have a problem with that?’ she went to say when she was interrupted by Gai’s whoop and fist pump.

“Thank goodness! I’m so glad!” Gai grinned, clapping her on the shoulder. He ruffled Don’s hair, said his congratulations to both Ahim and Joe, mad grin on his face the whole time.

Luka looked around wildly at the others, this wasn’t just her, this was weird right? They’d come across loads of different cultures on their travels, but people were never this relieved to hear five people were in a committed sexual relationship. Apart from some of the Zangyack officers with kinkier tastes, but those meetings usually involved chains and whips and ended in someone getting their head blown off, and therefore didn’t count. Marvelous got really angry whenever that happened.

Gai finally made his way round to the captain’s chair.

“Marvelous-san,” Gai said, leaning in close and looking more serious than Luka could remember seeing him outside of battle with Zangyack. “I’m so proud of you.”

“…Eh?”

+++

“You can join us in our cabin from now on,” Marvelous said, jerking a thumb towards the door. His tone was nonchalant but eagerness bled through in his posture and he tried not to shift in anticipation.

“Oh, Marvelous-san.”

Gai looked surprised. Did he not realise this was what today’s revelations had been aimed towards? Finally the crew all together where they belonged.

“Are you coming?” he managed to sound offhand even as his cock stirred at the thought of all his crew curled around him writhing and twisting in bliss.

“No tonight, Marvelous-san,” Gai told him. “I’ve got work to go through instead. But I’ll be sure to be in once I’ve finished up so we can all get a good night’s sleep together!”

Gai grinned happily at him and patted him on the arm like a maiden aunt. Marvelous wondered if it was too late to rescind Gai’s invitation to join the ship.

---

If there’s one thing AkaRed managed to pass on to him along with the ranger keys, Marvelous knows it is this: that a captain never sleeps with his crew.

AkaRed led by example in everything and Marvelous knew he’d never done more than look at him or Basco, much as either of them would’ve welcomed it.

Basco had told him exactly what he’d have welcomed from their captain once, gasping into his ear about the chair and the suit and the varied purposes ranger keys certainly weren’t intended for, as Marvelous pounded into him, pretending he wasn’t suddenly on the brink just from hearing AkaRed’s name.

Basco had grinned and pushed him down onto their bunk so he could ride him, saying, ‘Just think of me riding AkaRed like this in his chair, coming all over him. He’d pull me off his cock, force me to my knees and I’d be made to lick my come off of that bright- red –suit’ before Marvelous cut him off with a kiss. Basco teased him later that if he couldn’t handle the fantasies he shouldn’t have asked. Marvelous grins wide and never tells him it was to stop himself screaming ‘Captain’ as he climaxed. The walls weren’t that thick after all.

The point is he knows he can’t sleep with his crew once he’s captain. He doesn’t mind this restriction overly; he’ll never be captain while AkaRed is around, and if he does leave to become commander of his own ship one day his captain will suddenly become fair game.

He doesn’t mention this plan to Basco. Basco would cheat and seduce AkaRed first and while Marvelous loves him, he doesn’t love him that much.

Then the world explodes and he’s left with a ship, a bird, and emptiness inside.

He eventually learns to be a captain by himself- though not so much captain as survivor – and it all works out. He doesn’t have the inclination to think about sex at all and he thinks this must be how AkaRed felt all the time. It’s not so bad.

Then Joe comes along and Marvelous tries to remember the way a captain should behave and not push him up against a wall. Which would work out fine- he has some self-control no matter what Basco had taunted him about and he’s not thinking about that- only Joe doesn’t seem to understand and takes every opportunity to smoulder at him, touching him oh so innocently, getting close enough that Marvelous can feel Joe’s breath on his cheek and he has to go look for people to shoot until he calms down.

It’s not how a crew should be.

---

Sid/Joe

Sid was halfway up the ridge when he caught sight of the figure lying almost invisible on the ledge; a tiny speck of black on a cliff face overlooking a town surrounded by mountains, the perfect sniper’s nest. It was a spot impossible to notice unless you were looking for it and even then it took the kind of practise that only hours of hunting for such spots to use could provide.

Not that Sid needed any of those skills. He knew exactly where the sniper was. He’d left him there himself.

Sliding down path nearly vertical in places, Sid made the extra effort to be as silent as possible. It had been far too long since he’d had a chance to sneak up on his cute little student and it was, he reasoned, a good learning experience for Joe.

Sid got one foot down onto the ledge, barely skimming the ground before a gun was aimed at his head.

“You’re late,” said Joe, never looking away from his post.

“I’m sorry,” Sid told him stepping closer, “Did you miss me?”

Joe cocked the gun pointed at his head. His head never turned from the town down below; keeping his sights firmly on the city hall, the object of their target training within, as Sid was sure he’d been doing ever since he left.

Sid smiled fondly at him. They both hated sniper training and never missions that required the skills. They were melee fighters both of them- too good with the sword to leave that far behind the front lines and perfectly able to back it up with a gun.

“You’re late,” Joe said again and Sid finally noticed the strain in his voice.

“Did something happen?” he asked, pushing Joe’s gun away and kneeling to get a better look at the target. “Did the commander contact you?”

Joe finally looked away, technically abandoning his post and Sid couldn’t give a damn because some things were more important than yet another week of pointless training in the middle of nowhere, whether he was supposed to be the ranking officer there or not.

“You said you’d be gone for a short while,” Joe ground out, “And then I couldn’t see you in the target area, Sid-senpai.”

“This is all because you thought I’d gone missing?” Sid laughed. “Joe, it’s just another training mission. We’re not going to get caught in another ambush like Lavinia.”

Joe’s scowl couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes as he said, “You can’t know that,” and turned back to the rifle scope.

Sid sat down cross-legged on the ledge beside him, taking the opportunity to stretch out his legs after an entire day cooped up in a message centre trying to convince the commander what they needed was shore leave not more training after a failed mission, and trying to show Joe in every way he could that he was there in one piece and that piece didn’t have shrapnel sticking out of it. His shoulder ached from the memory despite days in the hospital.

“I can, Joe,” Sid reassured him. “We’re never going to have a mission go like that again, I promise. We’re too good to get caught by the same trick twice!”

He saw the tiny flash of a smile before Joe hid it and knew this would all work out. Maybe it wasn’t the leave he’d hoped for- up a mountain, ordered to aim at a target until such time as headquarters gave them a signal- but if Joe could smile then he knew they could get through this.

Sid nodded and brought his hand up to stroke his chin as he mused aloud, “We’re clearly the elite partnership that Zangyack has decided will lead them to victory. In fact, this ‘training mission’ is probably something they’ll use in history books to tell future generations of our skills in battle!”

Joe snorted and Sid smiled at him. This was how they should be, together and smiling and Sid would do everything to ensure they stayed that way.

“Do you want me to take watch?” Sid offered eventually. The light was fading again and even though he was tired from the journey he knew Joe had to be exhausted.

“I’m fine, Sid-senpai.”

“If you’re sure.”

Sid ran a hand along Joe’s back, tucking a stray piece of hair back behind Joe’s ear.

“It’s getting long,” Sid told him.

“I’ll get it cut, long hair is impractical for a soldier,” Joe said sternly but didn’t move his head when Sid started playing with the ends of his ponytail.

“It suits you,” Sid said and sat back to watch the faint blush travel up the back of Joe’s neck as the sun slowly set over the mountains.

Title: Let No Man Break Asunder

Pairing: Ankh/Shingo

Summary: Ankh breaks in and molests Shingo. Shingo doesn’t object as much as either of them expected

The door was locked and even though he knew where the spare key was- of course he did, it’d been his- Ankh still used the window. People never locked their window, he’d found, especially not on a floor as high as this. Not that it mattered now. Now he was whole and had his wings and wasn’t tied to that stupid human body.

None of which explained why he was here staring at the human he no longer shared an existence with.

Shingo stared back.

“I knew you’d come here,” Shingo said eventually, breaking the awkward silence.

“And I knew you’d be up giving yourself a hard time,” Ankh scowled. “Can’t let little Hina know we masturbate, have to wait until she’s asleep.”

“We?”

Ankh swiped at the bed with his claws, falling short of the sheets by mere inches. Shingo never flinched.

“A figure of speech,” Ankh told him. “Greeed don’t have desires.”

“Then why are you here?”

A growl and an inhuman body pinned Shingo’s to the bed as a clawed hand wrapped around his throat.

“Maybe I’m here to kill you,” Ankh said. “Did you ever think of that?”

A noise came from outside the room.

“Big brother? Are you alright?”

Hina.

Ankh’s hand clenched involuntarily and loosened again almost immediately at the look in Shingo’s eyes.

“…I’m alright,” Shingo called out to her, eyes glued firmly to Ankh’s. “Everything’s alright. Just go back to bed.”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Night.”

Ankh ripped away his hand but pulled Shingo closer.

“What did you do that for? I could’ve killed you and you wouldn’t even have cried out for help?” he hissed.

“Maybe I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

“Huh. So that’s why. Humans,” Ankh snorted derisively, pulling away.

“…And we can’t let Hina know we masturbate.”

Ankh froze.

His head whipped back to glare straight at Shingo, body language radiating shock that melted into calculation.

Ankh said, “As if you’d let me,” and ran his claws down the front of Shingo’s chest, tapping at the delicate flesh that served to emphasise his monstrous form all the more.

Shingo kept looking at him, his pulse beating away madly clearly discernable to Ankh’s eyes. Ankh wondered if he should’ve looked harder in the mirror before, if he’d know what else it was he saw in that face, if he’d ever experienced it himself. The thought tore at him.

A hand wrapped round his wrist and Ankh wondered if Shingo had finally learnt not to tease Greeed and given in to his body’s instinctive need to protect itself. The hand exerted pressure, not pushing away as he was expecting but pushing his own hand further down, past the flat stomach, ghosting over the soft skin underneath the bellybutton, further, further, until-

“Well now,” Ankh said. “Guess I arrived a little early. Didn’t have time to finish?”

Shingo blushed. “Hina stayed up late,” he muttered.

Ankh snorted and stuck his hand down Shingo’s pants.

He froze.

“Wait,” Shingo forced out, “Ankh, we can’t.”

He wondered if he was the way his hips bucked up into Ankh’s hand

“If you wanted me to stop we both know you could stop me,” Ankh smirked at him. “I remember everything you like-“

Ankh twisted his hand hard round Shingo’s cock, and Shingo was forced to concede that yes, Ankh certainly knew what he was doing.

“- so if you want me to stop you’ll have to make me.”

Shingo went to muffle himself; despite years of hiding his pleasure from Hina sometimes he just gets too carried away and loud enough to disturb even the neighbours and he usually dealt with it by sucking on his fingers. The quiet sucking noises would drive him higher as he imagined what else he could use to stifle his cries. Shingo tried to bring his hand up off the bed only to find Ankh’s hand reaching for his wrist and pinning it back down on the sheets. He tugged at the restraining hand, biting at his lip when Ankh trailed a finger down to caress far too lightly at his balls.

“I know you,” Ankh told him. “I know what you want your hand for.”

Shingo opened his mouth- to protest or agree, he wasn’t sure- when the next moan was wrangled from his body and Ankh’s eyes zeroed in on his lips.

He climbed further onto the bed straddling Shingo, all the while his hand moving up and down on Shingo’s dick in that perfect rhythm.

“I know you too,” Shingo gasped out. “I know you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t thinking of coming back-“

“Shut up,” Ankh ground out, and proceeded to ensure Shingo’s silence by kissing the breath out of him.

It was hot and wet and nowhere near clumsy enough to come purely from Shingo’s memories, even the memories he had of Hino and Ankh, and for a moment he wondered what else he didn’t know about Ankh before his lips were coaxed further apart and Ankh twined their tongues together.

Every stroke of Ankh’s tongue felt like a tease, enough to make him shiver but never enough, and Shingo wrapped his arm round the back of Ankh’s neck to draw him closer. He wanted to ravish Ankh’s mouth. Only when his arousal was reaching bursting point did Shingo think about pulling back. He sank his teeth lightly into Ankh’s lip and opened his eyes, looking straight into Ankh’s.

When he pulled back the dazed, sated look in Ankh’s eyes made Shingo’s heart twist painfully in his chest. Shingo wanted to keep that look on his face for the rest of his life.

“Ankh,” he whispered.

And reality intruded again as Ankh’s face went blank then morphed into a snarl and he started to jerk Shingo off furiously.

“Wait, Ankh!” Shingo said, pulling ineffectually at the hand working rhythmically up and down his length.

“What now,” Ankh growled.

A twist of his wrist and Shingo bucked, a cry bursting from his lips.

“B-but what about Hino?”

Ankh paused, hand coming to a halt, and Shingo whined.

“Eiji?”

Ankh sounded more lost than Shingo had ever heard him.

“Tch-“ Ankh’s hand sped up again “-He’s got you, hasn’t he?”

But Shingo didn’t have time to answer, distracted by the feeling of hands and fingers and orgasm- his first, his, for so long, no Eiji, no second hand sensation from his own body, his- and then Ankh was pulling back his hand, covered in semen, looking at it for a long moment before wiping his finger down Shingo’s face, making his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, the feeling of being marked indelibly by this creature.

All too soon the moment passed, lines once again being drawn, and Shingo could feel Ankh’s barriers going up as if they were his own as he pulled away.

“I-“

Ankh paused, half out of the window, but didn’t turn back.

“I don’t mind. I’m glad I could help.”

Shingo was left alone again, Ankh’s presence already fading as the window slammed shut.

“I don’t mind you using my body,” he finally whispered to the empty room.

“I know.”

---

“Ankh,” Eiji poked him. “Ankh!”

Ankh continued snoring.

“Ankh, wake up!”

Ankh remained resolutely dead to the world.

Eiji narrowed his eyes and flexed his fingers.

“I’m warning you, Ankh.”

The snort Ankh gave out at that was distinctly smugger than the previous sleepy snuffling noises. Under any other circumstances Eiji would’ve found the sight of Ankh curled up with a nest of blankets, cuddling up to his pillow and snoring softly, too funny to do much more than take a picture and blackmail him with it later, but those were his blankets and it was freezing without them!

“Last warning,” Eiji told him.

Still nothing.

Eiji leapt on top of Ankh and aimed straight for his sensitive ribs. If Ankh would insist on stealing the covers then Eiji would be forced to tickle him until he cried with laughter.

---

Shingo tries not to think about it. Ankh is Ankh, Shingo is Shingo and even if he remembers everything that happened while Ankh was in control of his body there’s no reason he should go hunting for the memories.

Not that he does.

It’s just…Eiji is always there. He’s there talking to him and smiling at him or reassuring Hina her friendly shove didn’t hurt that much even in he did end up in a wall, and all Shingo can think is ‘I had sex with him’.

Which is ridiculous.

He didn’t, of course. (It was just a blowjob.)

It wasn’t him. (Messy and frantic, up against a wall, any wall, adrenaline making their hands shake as he sank to his knees and-)

It was Ankh.

And it’s still all he can think about. It hurts somewhere deep inside that Shingo never knew existed before Greeed and possession and Ankh, Ankh, always Ankh. Feeling such a thing happen- to you, right before your eyes, it has to be you, doesn’t it- and then waking up to realise this love was never yours.

Shingo is sure of that at least, for him, and for Ankh. It was love, on both of their parts.

---

Gotou had dated Hino once, briefly, during one of his and Ankh's off periods; where Eiji would realise he was dating a psychopath and blow up at Ankh, and Ankh would run off to his brother's and make Shingo sleep on the sofa.

It hadn't lasted.

Hino Eiji was destined to spend his life stuck in one of those explosive, passionate relationships seen most often in romcoms (Satonaka watched them endlessly on her days off and got vicious if someone tried to take the remote off her) and Shakespeare plays. Gotou had no idea why, but it seemed that arguments with Ankh made him happier than a healthy functioning relationship with anyone else. He'd bowed out gracefully once Ankh stopped sulking, unwilling to put Hino through the trouble of choosing between them and knowing he'd lose if it came to that.

He'd never told Date-san that though. Gotou was pretty sure that his boyfriend- love at first sign of reliability on his part, steadfastly refusing to leave Date-san alone until they'd had sex and Gotou had met his mother for Date- wasn't the jealous type but he liked the group dynamic his little circle of friends had going now. Hino and Ankh still fought every other week and broke up once a month, Shingo had long perfected the art of playing negotiator and even if Ankh's friends were dirty enough to make him ache to be a detective again they had at least stopped showing up to pizza night high and flushed with suspicious amounts of cash after Date-san had put the fear of god into them. There really was nothing quite like a doctor telling horror stories about the effects of infected needles...

Still as uncomplicated and domestic as his relationship with Date-san was compared to the fireworks of True Love that Ankh shared with Hino, Gotou was happy that he didn't have a romance like theirs. Some people were destined to be Beatrice and Benedict, sniping and bickering their way to happiness, and the others could leave the Shakespeare to them. Gotou was more content with fresh coffee and slow kisses every morning from Date-san than all the dramatic fights turned to equally dramatic embraces Hino had with Ankh (and, on one memorable occasion at the Halloween party, Shingo).

'Although,' Gotou mused, pouring another cup of coffee and waiting for Date to get out of the shower, 'Hino was a better kisser than Date-san...'

Title: Always Someone’s Fault

Pairing: Utahoshi Kengo/Kisaragi Gentaro preslash

Summary: Utahoshi Kengo can’t stop thinking about Kisaragi Gentaro. Another thing to blame that idiot for.

There has been an exponential increase in Zodiarts attacks on the school since the Fourze Driver came into use.

For this Kengo blames Kisaragi Gentaro, as apparently even monsters aren’t above the need to prove themselves against an idiot in a costume. Whilst logic tells him the rate of attack is increasing because of The Hole activating, it’s easier to blame Kisaragi. If it weren’t for the fact that it should’ve been him, Kengo would almost be grateful at the rate Zodiarts are being beaten and their switches destroyed.

But the only way Kisaragi will earn gratitude from him is on bended knee, admitting that Kengo is so much better than him at everything, and therefore Kengo doesn’t have to worry about it ever happening.

If occasionally fantasising about that magical day when Kisaragi stops doing unnecessary things and kneels before him means he has to go off to Moonbase Rabbit Hutch to have a headache more often than usual, well, no-one else has to know.

Or at least no-one else would know if Kisaragi weren’t constantly there at the base.

Kengo still can’t believe an idiot like that can work as hard as him to master things, spending hours at a time learning to control the switches and training to make his use of the Fourze Driver as efficient as possible.

(Kengo’s sure that’s not how he would put it. Kisaragi would make a big speech about hard work being good for the soul and end it with ‘Friendship’! Kengo hates that the thought has even crossed his mind.)

Not that a decent work ethic changes his opinion of Kisaragi in any way, once an idiot, always an idiot, and the Kamen Rider Club is perfect proof of that.

After chasing off Kazashiro again so he can get some work done on the switches in peace, Kengo rounds on the one responsible for his quiet hideaway turning into a circus.

“You! Stop bringing people here!”

Kisaragi smiles at him like it’s all a joke and claps him on the shoulder, almost sending him flying out of the chair.

“Don’t worry about it so much! We’re all friends here, Kengo,” Kisaragi says and Kengo resists the urge to slam him against the wall even as a sense of familiarity washes over them.

It’s become something of a running argument, albeit one Kengo can’t indulge in when Yuki and lately Kazashiro-san are there to interrupt; Yuki just scolds and separates them as if they’re children, whereas Kazashiro would inevitably join in the fight, her sense of entitlement bringing out the worst in Yuki and it would spiral into another one of their glaring contests.

“Don’t say my name so casually,” Kengo tells him for the seventeenth time this week, and, “Who says we’re friends?”

“Such an obstinate guy,” Kisaragi sighs.

Kengo wants to lock him out the next time he goes out onto the moon for training so he doesn’t have to look at his face.

“But-“

Kisaragi interrupts his thought process with a smile and Kengo decides to hate that as much as he hates the rest of him.

“-but I like that about you.”

Kengo feels his heart beat faster and wonders if it’s a sign of an oncoming headache.

“What are you saying?” Kengo sneers, spinning his chair round to stare at his computer screen and will the heat from his cheeks. Was it hotter in here than normal? He’d run a diagnostic on the heating system.

“Shouldn’t you be out practising?” he asked when Kisaragi just stood there looking forlorn.

“Right!”

And just like that Kengo feels something in his chest relax. He watches the reflection on the display screen as Kisaragi transforms and the usual gnaw of jealousy doesn’t feel as strong.

“Keep the radar on,” Kengo says when he’s about to leave. “I’ve got some ideas for improving Limit Break’s accuracy.”

Somehow even through Fourze’s visage he can feel Kisaragi’s grin.

“Idiot,” he mutters and ignores the way his lips quirk up in response.

Advent, Reminders and Tennis

2011-11-26T15:59:27Z

This year's merlinadvent prompt list took forever to finish, urgh. Writing interesting sounding blurbs gets so difficult after the first 5 or so...
So to ensure my hours of hard work in making lots of seasonal bits of randomness into prompts this is now your OMG MERLIN ADVENT reminder post. Please join in. The prompts are over here http://merlinadvent.livejournal.com/58724.html#cutid1 but you can completely ignore them and write anything Merlin-related that you like. It's a nice easy uncomplicated Christmas challenge. So...join in? Yeah?

The rest of this week was taken up with tennis. Which I am about to get back to watching now my modly advent duties are done for the day.
(Yay, tennis!)

Kamen Rider OOO, how how have you caught me so quickly

2011-08-22T01:12:30Z

In the space of about 24 hours Kamen Rider OOO came along and is trying to suck my life away.

It tempts me with pretty and body-sharing pretty and too-pretty-for-his-own-good!Fuji as an evil cat monster, and awesomeness just in case the pretty wasn't enough. Awesomeness with tomorrow's pants as a philosophical life motto and vending machines that turn into motorbikes (the weird tech in this is so cool. I wantssss)

It's also so so slashy. Seriously. Truly. Need Ankh/Eiji fic or I might actually die. And Ankh/Gotou fic where they're both not really interested but they're having sex anyway- "I'm only doing this to help protect the world" "I'm only doing this to get my Core medals back!".
Or, y'know, Eiji topping the fuck out of Ankh. He's a disembodied arm, ffs, I'm sure Eiji could take him in a moment of weakness. Not that I've been thinking about this. Much.

The girls have moments of utter and complete awesome (mostly while the boys are out 'fighting monsters') where they commiserate about bizarre bosses who spend their time plotting to take over the world with desire and make endless cakes or go about throwing shoes at errant husbands. Sometimes these moments involve shotguns, motorbikes and skintight leather but I'm pretending I'm not entirely that shallow right now ;)

In the space of the 20 episodes I've got through so far (yes, shut up, I know) it has evolved from amusing weirdos to actual feelings and plot, with robotic octopuses, creepy puppets, fucking glowy wings and so much manhandling I'm starting to think canon ships them better than I do. Although considering I started slashing them when Ankh shoved an ice lolly (yeah, a really phallic one) into Eiji's mouth as deep as he could, I'm surprisingly okay with them shipping it harder than me XD

Not a picture that really proves my point about the pretty but sweetie won't stop moving long enough for me to get a screenshot of his awesome, and I wouldn't want the frankly awful hair/fashion sense of the others to scare people off. They grow on you. Promise.

(...oh, gods, it's going to end so badly, my angst sense is off the charts already for this...)

Mutations, True Love and Plot. Somewhere. Probably

2011-06-01T18:49:54Z

Dearest darlingest flist, let me tell you a story about gay mutants.
No, really, X-men First Class is possibly the slashiest thing I’ve seen in…ooh, about a day ;P
Cut for masses and masses of spoilers. Like the entire plot, as seen through the eyes of someone who only cared about the gay bits.

But it was really good! Starts off with little!Erik (…depressing and filled with Nazi doctors that seem a little too interested in the young boy standing next to them. In a ‘here, I’ll kill people you care about until you prove you’re a mutant, and then touch you whilst calling you ‘son’’ sort of way) and little!Charles meeting tiny!little!Mystique and deciding to adopt her.
Too cute for words XD
And then you get them living at Oxford, Charles using the same line about fascinating mutations on every girl he sees down the pub and Raven cockblocking him at every turn. Erik meanwhile is doing the Double-O-Bastard thing and going from country to country killing lots of Nazis in an attempt to find the creepy doctor that fucked up his life.
…it’s surprisingly hot, watching him be so badass. Also turns out people that can speak that many languages don’t even have to try to be attractive to me.
There is plot, the Americans are idiots and need someone who’s an expert in mutations, blah, blah, all ends up with Charles on a boat in Miami trying to catch the bad guy whilst Erik is there trying to stop a submarine from escaping with just his mind.
Yeah, it doesn’t work. And he’s about to drown, the idiot, so Charles jumps off the ship he’s on to rescue Erik and tell him to calm his mind. Erik is surprised to have someone talking inside his head, oddly enough.
“I thought I was the only one.”
“You’re not alone any more”
that kind of thing :D

More plot, they need to recruit mutants to help the CIA fight evil and communists and prevent WW3 so Erik and Charles go off on a giant road trip round the world talking to all the mutants Charles finds, whilst having champagne and flirting outrageously.
Which obviously means they walk into a bar with Wolverine drinking himself into a stupor.
…Well, if anyone’s old enough to tell them to go fuck themselves and have it work, it’s him *shrugs*

There’s a baby team of xmen who are a bit rubbish and like to show off their powers and get drunk. There is more to it but twitter didn’t get all my tweets apparently and I expect they’ll appear tomorrow or something and kill everyone’s feeds. Just know they all made sense at the time of typing, even if they do mention slinkies. There’s an Alex, he survives, possibly being the first Alex to not get mistreated horribly on film. The team is so so wonderful and cute together, they bicker and call each other nicknames and invent all the codenames for each other *pets* And of course Charles and Erik are there the entire time *coughs living together coughs* eyesexing like it’s going out of style and trying not to fight in front of the children.
There is telepathic memory sharing between them. Yeah. Try and make that scene straight in any way. Charles shows him how to be a million times more powerful and calls him amazing. Erik doesn’t sleep with his sister (at first anyway). If that’s not true love I just don’t know what is ‘cause she is HOT *g*

The end has to happen, obviously, you know it’s coming and that’s the only way for it to go but it’s heartbreaking. ‘You did this’ *sobs*

Yeah. so.
I want fic *whines* Fic in what must clearly be months that Erik and Charles were travelling round the globe recruiting a team and being all ‘look what I can do, darling, isn’t it impressive’. I don’t care if they have sex or not (although they really really need to) but there needs to be fic of them being so very married, yup.

*goes searching for some*

…have managed to dye my hands orange leaning on a post-it note. Is that the kind of thing that comes off with soap?

Hikaru no Go Day

2011-05-05T21:16:19Z

Happy Hikaru no Go Day, everyone!

(This has been my desktop wallpaper all month. Obsessed? Why, I'm only following the examples it gives us *g*)
Celebrate the wonderfulness that is a ridiculous yet somehow incredible story about putting stones on a piece of wood!

Or just celebrate the gay

...Or the less canon gay

...and no-one's complaining even if the manga doesn't get quite that gay while the characters are onscreen...

Look at all the pretty it gives us! Just look!

The...plot?

Lj appears to delight in eating my cuts today. This is now a quarter of the size it was when it started, minus fic and lots of pretty! so that is the cuts do keep failing at least no flists will completely die of shock? Y'know, hopefully. So if it fails forgive me. I couldn't cut out any more pretty than this *implores*

Drabbles, txt!fic and Little Ficcy Bits

2010-12-30T20:41:55Z

A sort of mini-round up of all the bits of random drabbles I inflicted on people this year (aka proof Wicked actually did write something this year, even if it was mostly on her phone during lectures ;P)
The drabbles I included in lemniciate , nenimefish  and nyargles ’s Christmas cards but with slightly more legibility now, and the txt!fic I bothered everyone I have a number for and fandom in common with when inspiration struck...You'd be amazed how often that was in boring lectures...

Merlin, Paris Immortal, Inui with a kitten (and an explanation behind it *g*), more Paris Immortal, and Iruka/Kakashi.

nenimefish - Merlin, pre-Arthur/Merlin

Arthur watched his new manservant, scuttling through the courtyard carrying his armour and dropping pieces here and there, avidly. Morgana came up behind him in a swish of fabric and a haze of perfume and stared alongside him.
“Will you be keeping him?” she asked eventually.
“Only if he wants to be kept, Morgana.”
Morgana rolled her eyes and sighed, “If you’re not going to try then you’ll never get the boy.”
“Who says I want to?”
Morgana’s mocking laughter lingered even after she swept from his chambers, along with her retort-
‘Why else would you be watching?’

lemniciate  - Paris Immortal. It wanted to be threesome fic so badly...

“I’ve been killed,” Trey panted, laughing shallowly as he tried to catch his breath.
“Only a little death, dearest,” Michel smiled down at him, “Would you like to try for another one?”
At that Trey did start to laugh and tried to remember if his recovery time could still be measured in minutes. He decided after a moments thought that laying in bed, naked, with a veritable god like Michel equally naked beside him and trying to entice him into more, that if his body hadn’t started reacting by the time he’d got his breath back he’d be forced to jump Michel anyway.
He tried to verbalise this.
“Hmm,” Trey managed. “Later. Need a minute or two to recover.”
“As you wish.”
“I always liked that film.”
“I confess, mon Trey,” Gabriel spoke up from the doorway where he stood, illuminated by the light from the hall, “I liked it as well.”
Gabriel came over and leaned down to brush hair from Trey’s forehead, pressing a kiss to his lips softly after, leaving Trey aching for more.
“I liked it very much,” he whispered.
“Gabriel…”

nyargles   - Inui/Kaido. But with a kitten. And Kaido's not even in it.

"It's a kitten," Inui said after careful examination.
Yanagi nodded and held out the box to Inui.
"Why are you giving me a kitten?"
"As a Christmas present," Yanagi explained serenely.
Inui pushed his glasses up his nose and raised an eyebrow that Yanagi had categorised as ‘No. 14- Evil and Inquisitive’ long ago.
"You are aware I am not partial to pets, of course," Inui stated. From anyone else it would have been a question.
Yanagi nodded and smiled.
"It's your Christmas present to give to Kaido-kun, you are aware he likes felines. During training sessions he will stop 89% of the time for cats or kittens that catch his attention."
Inui's glasses glinted. "I make it 88%. He is dedicated to his training schedule."
"You're welcome," Yanagi told him. "Merry Christmas, Sadaharu."
"And to you, Renji. I've sent you all the data I compiled off Yukimura's match against Echizen."
"Thank you, Sadaharu, a different perspective on the match may prove enlightening."
Yanagi started to walk away and paused to look back over.
"Oh, and Yagyuu said to wish Kaido-kun a Merry Christmas as well."
Inui refrained from reacting like a jealous idiot and stayed perfectly still until the kitten poked its head out the box and licked his nose. He sighed.
"Let's get you to your proper home, shall we?"

Paris Immortal txt!fic

So Kiss Me
Trey loved it when Gabriel touched him. So often he stood watching while Michel pushed him to ecstasy, but the best part was the gentle kiss Gabriel pressed to his lips afterwards.
‘Beautiful, mon Trey,’ he’d whisper and Trey would fall in love with him all over again.
+++
So Sinful
Trey knows this is wrong. There’s supposed to be a limit where family is involved. But Gabriel, his granpere, is still the living embodiment of temptation, one who could tempt the Devil himself. And Trey is a willing sinner.
Michel, however, is a saint worshipping at the feet of his dark angel. Trey is the beautifully frail human connection that ties them to the world of Earth and denies them from Heaven. But, Michel muses, they’d certainly have less fun there.
+++
So Eternal
“Does the thought of eternity worry you?” Michel asks him one day. Trey is newborn and so fragile this way- and still so human and so loved by both him and Gabriel- and yet more powerful and simply so much more than he ever was before.
Trey looks up from where his head is buried on Gabriel’s naked shoulder, golden eyes boring into green. The sight of the two of them entwined together, naked, pale limbs so close as to become one makes Michel’s blood race and his heart ache with love for them.
“Eternity?” Trey answers him with a smile. “Not if you’re there.”
+++
The one thing Trey had always regretted the most was not chasing that vampire- and it was a vampire, he knew- when he saw him as a child. Even if he'd been killed the last thing he would have seen would be those beautiful eyes like nothing else in the world, and he would've known he was right. That those eyes weren't human and it'd been Trey they were looking at so intently.
But he didn't.
And now he searches for those eyes with a needle, and he doesn't even know now if he's begging for death or salvation.

It's not straight away he realises about Gabriel. It had been years and plenty of those he'd tried to forget about, but those two haunt his dreams, his fantasies, his life, until he's part of their world. He's their Trey now, and right then he remembers what he'd been searching for before. Who his pleas had been to, what dark angel he cried for in the dark of the night.
Trey remembers and Gabriel knocks at his door.

Naruto txt!fic

Every time Iruka saw Hatake Kakashi he had the content smirk of someone well fucked, a feline stretch of muscles that showed sated arousal and a knowing little glint in his eye before that damnable smirk came out again.
Iruka wondered how that worked when you were supposed to be teaching children to be ninjas. He had 30 pre-genin to teach and didn't even have enough time to jerk off, but maybe it was different when you only had 3 brats to mentor.
...Nah. Kakashi had Naruto. That alone should be enough to kill anyone's sex life stone dead. Love him though Iruka does, the years he taught that menace were the most sexually frustrating years of his life. So how does Kakashi do it? Why was Iruka always the one to see him with loose limbs and smug satisfaction?
"Finished staring, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi asked and his eyebrow raised mockingly. Iruka's own twitched in rage. If that was the way he wanted to play...
"Afternoon quickie, Kakashi-san?" Iruka asked cattily, glaring up at the man who dared to be satisfied and annoying with it in front of him.
Kakashi leaned over the desk, smirk going full power. "Why, sensei," he purred, "I thought you'd never ask."

Fic- It's Not Cold Outside

2010-12-18T02:54:56Z

I was planning to post this yesterday but forgot...and I'm still awake so it counts. Yeah ;P

Title: It’s Not Cold Outside
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: G
Spoilers: Series 3. Think of it as a post3.13 fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine
Summary: It is snowing in Camelot. No, really, in Camelot.

AN: Written for merlinadvent Day 17– Snow Day! Not that we’ve been lacking in any recently (Can I just point out I so called that prompt. Oh yeah, weather-girl career here I come ;P) 550 words.

“What are you doing here?” Merlin asked as he walked in to find Arthur brooding by the window. “I thought you had a meeting with the knights.”
“It’s snowing.”
Merlin looked at Arthur as if he were a bit slow. “It’s Winter. It does that.”
“It’s snowing inside, Merlin.”
“What?”
Arthur sighed and walked over to drag Merlin out into the corridor where a small blizzard drifted past them and covered the bemused courtiers in snow. Quite a bit of snow. It was starting to settle.
“…It wasn't doing that earlier,” Merlin said after a minute. “When I walked here, it was fine.”
In the corridor the ladies continued squealing in both delight and horror as their hair was messed up. Oddly enough the ladies near Sir Gwaine were the ones who didn’t seem to mind little icy flakes settling on their hair as he brushed off the snow and told them how it only enhanced their beauty. Merlin snorted at that; Gwaine would never change. The next morning he’d be thrown out of Lady Catherine’s chambers by an angry courting Baron, and Merlin would be expected to fish him out of the tavern again afterwards.
Arthur cut across his thoughts.
“Apparently it’s spreading, it was just the throne room this morning, now it’s half the castle,” Arthur groaned. “Someone has to tell my father.”
“What? Why! I’m not doing it,” Merlin told him, all in one breath, and widening his eyes so far Arthur was more convinced than normal his manservant was hiding a mental affliction.
“Because it’s sorcery, Merlin. Obviously.”
“…Do you think he really hasn’t noticed yet?”
Arthur looked uncomfortable. “My father may have partaken of slightly more ale than usual at the Midwinter feast last night. No-one’s seen him out of his chambers since.”
Merlin grinned. “So the king got rat-arsed then?”
“I could have you hanged.”
“Then you’d have no-one to pick up your dirty clothes. How did you ever survive before I was here to look after you?”
“You don’t look after me, Merlin. I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. And you’re useless most of the time.”
“Only most of the time?”
“Just…go get Gaius and see if we can’t stop all this snowing before the king finds out, will you?”
“Right away, sire,” Merlin smiled cheekily at him, dashing away down the corridor.
He almost managed to avoid the snowballs thrown at him from an entirely innocent-looking Arthur.

The next morning Merlin saw Arthur making his daily report to Uther, and decided to listen in- just in case the festive sorcery had managed to catch the king’s attention and if he should be worrying about sudden room raids by the knights again.
“Arthur,” Uther interrupted his son’s report of guard schedules. “Have you heard anything about these reports of snow in the kitchens?”
“Snow, sire?” Arthur managed to sound genuinely surprised.
“Snow inside the castle. If it is true then it must be sorcery, and needs to be stopped,” Uther glared between Arthur and the paperwork littering his desk. Merlin knew none of it was vital. Arthur had taken over all the important work while the king was still recovering in his chambers.
Arthur looked indecisive for a moment, then coughed.
“It’s nothing. It hasn’t snowed at all this winter in Camelot. I don’t know what they’re complaining about.”
”Hmm.”
Merlin grinned.

Merlin: Jack Frost's Magical Patterns

2010-12-09T15:33:54Z

Finally stopped messing about and actually wrote something for my own damn advent. I think this is possibly only the second fic I've written all year...

Title: Jack Frost’s Magical Patterns
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Minor for S3 for a throwaway comment about dragons
Warnings: Bodily fluids and 12-year-old boy humour
Disclaimers: Not mine, never mine
Summary: The knights of Camelot are not available to break the ice today. They’re a bit…embarrassed.
AN: Written for Day 2 Breaking the Ice on merlinadvent . And, yes, this really does happen when it gets cold. 700 words. Beta’d by the delightful nyargles and nenimefish

“Merlin! Merlin!”
Merlin snuggled further into his blankets. It was cold.
“Merlin!”
Merlin cautiously cracked open an eye as Gaius’ voice refused to go away and found the man himself standing over him with a pickaxe and a raised eyebrow.
That certainly woke him up.
“Gaius?” Merlin asked, trying hard not to tempt fate by wondering what could’ve happened to Gaius during the night to turn him into an axe-wielding maniac.
“Yes, Merlin?”
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Oh, honestly, Merlin. Get up,” Gaius ordered, dropping the implement on his bed.
Merlin rolled out of bed onto the floor, clutching his toe and cursing under his breath.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he demanded of Gaius. “I wake up and you’ve got an axe, what else am I supposed to think?”
Gaius remained standing up, looking unimpressed. No-one ever looked impressed when he yelled at them apart from Kilgharrah.
“You’re supposed to think that you’re running late and have duties to attend to,” Gaius told him.
“Duties that need an axe?” Merlin muttered, pulling on his boots and a jumper his mum had knitted last Solstice. “Where did you even get that from?”
“The well has frozen over, Merlin, and you need to go break the ice on it before it causes problems.”
“But that’s the knights’ job! They do it every year,” Merlin protested even as Gaius tugged him out the door, pickaxe trailing behind him pathetically. “Arthur explained it was practically a tradition.”
“Tradition or not it’s you who has to go get the well sorted before the kitchens and laundry get to work.”
“Before they start.”
“Yes, Merlin.”
“It’s still dark, isn’t it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Merlin,” Gaius proclaimed. “Dawn was 10 minutes ago.”
Merlin stopped at the door to glare back at Gaius.
“This isn’t fair.”
“Life rarely is.”

There was a small crowd of servants in the courtyard when Merlin finally arrived. No knights to speak of, and even the guards appeared to be conspicuously missing. He sidled up to the stable boy that dealt with Sir Leon’s horses - Thomas, always ready to lend a hand when Arthur ordered him to clean out the entire castle stables - and tried to figure out what everyone was staring at by the well.
“What’s going on?” Merlin asked.
“Huh? Oh, it’s you,” Thomas glanced over at him. “You took your time.”
“Shut up,” Merlin grinned at him. “Shouldn’t the knights be doing this? It’s not my tradition.”
“Yeah,” Thomas drawled. “I don’t think they’ll be doing much of anything today.”
“What? Why not?”
“Turns out guard duty last night was a bit slow and they decided to have a little competition once the mulled wine set in.”
“Competition?” Merlin asked, confused and wondering if he could put the pickaxe down somewhere. It was a bit heavy for prolonged conversation.
“Haven’t you ever played that game,” Thomas winked at him. “The end of a night in your cups and you see who can piss the highest? Or who can write their name?”
“Everyone’s done that,” Merlin scowled at him. “What’s this got to do with anything.”
“Like you said, everyone’s done it.” He grinned widely at Merlin.
How do you know?” Merlin asked him.
“Everything froze last night.”
“I know, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here with an axe.”
“No,” Thomas told him slowly as if he were an idiot, “Everything. Froze.”
“…No,” Merlin couldn’t help but snigger even as he protested. Thomas nodded, grinning, and pushed him forwards to have a look.
There, decorating the courtyard was a variety of patterns, preserved in streaks of ice littering the ground.
‘Leon’ was the only full word discernable, although Sir Oswald has clearly made a decent attempt at his name. There were lines of ice all starting from the same point with one stretching significantly further than the other 2, and one strange spiral shape off to the side that looked rather artistic.
Until you remembered just what the ice was formed from.
The snorts of laughter from the servants were contagious, and soon the entire courtyard was awash with people giggling hysterically at the best work of the ‘Pride of Camelot’.
Merlin laughed so hard he dropped his pickaxe. On his toe. Again.

Yawn Time Now

2010-10-30T21:24:53Z

Expo. Yeah. Tomorrow I'll write it up. Tired now. Long day. Started at half 5. Luckily didn't have quite the same problems getting home on the tube as everyone else seemed to...

Post, Presents and Playing Silly Buggers

2010-08-31T15:45:42Z

Today I got post for the first time in over a week when Freedom’s birthday present arrived. It has pretties and cute stuff and tentacles. Also Sherlock Holmes. Directly related to the tentacles. Is she not the most awesome friend ever? She even found Get Backers v.8 and managed to find space to include stuff about ukulele’s and chocolate. Clearly some sort of witch XD Thank you, sweetie

Stolen from lemniciate because it looked like fun. Play with me :)

Give me a character from any fandom I know at least fairly well, and I will tell you:

A) My OTP
B) The runner up
C) The anti-ship
D) My unpopular fannish opinion on said character
E) One person he/she never fell in love with, and why

Ko Yongha vs Shindo Hikaru

2010-07-23T17:07:10Z

Or 'Wicked's Shiny New Pairing Because Those Idiot Boys are Clearly in Love'

New shiny pairing alert! Ko Yongha is like the pretty one now that Sai’s no longer here (waaa! Sai *cries* I can’t help it! It still hurts, evil people) and I want him with Hikaru so so badly. There’s rivalry, and misguided hatred, and one pretty boy at the perfect height to pin Shindo Hikaru against a wall and molest him, while Touya watches on in horror. They’re so cute together.

Well, no. They’re not cute. I don’t think Yongha does cute. But he constantly seems to be looking at Shindo as if trying to work out which button to start with to strip him off fastest. The sexual tension between those two is painful. I don’t care about Touya any more. He can go have sex with Yashiro until the Korean team leaves. (I’d say he could go hang forever, but I’d feel guilty. Also, I suspect Yongha is the possessive type and might not deal well with the fact that Sai is Hikaru’s one true love- which he is! *lives in denial* Touya at least has past history of Sai-obsession, and already knows Shindo has big epic secrets. Plus he sort of has a Shindo-obsession to match it, which makes them perfect for each other. I just think they’d both be happier if they went off to fuck other Go players silly for a bit and settled down after *g*)

Really this pairing is all about me being shallow. Pretty paired with prettier just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside XD Not to mention they have lots of different hotel rooms they can...try out. Because the best way to annoy the opposing team is to have sex in their room with the person who just beat them *sniggles*

Of course the Hikago re-read was sponsored by onemanga.com. Soon-to-be-gone onemanga.com. So annoying…There are so many pretties I’ve been putting off reading for so long because I wanted a nice long stretch of time to appreciate them fully and now there’s probably only enough time to just finish the latest chapter of Otomen *sighs*

But on the bright side: new pairing :D
Now if only it were a more popular one...

Happy 5th May

2010-05-05T19:49:39Z

Mostly our country was the one people got independence from. England boasts a long and proud history of taking over everywhere we could get our grubby little hands on. My lack of patriotic pride, can you feel it ;P

Okay, there’s a tiny smidgeon during Wimbledon in the film when it gets to the final and there’s an English player, where my mind is telling me ‘That would never happen. Get a grip’ and the music and all round sappiness is making me want to walk around outside being proud to be English and have afternoon tea with scones or something. But then someone would turn round and say ‘innit’ at me and the whole illusion would crumble *sighs*

Other than that, today is my first Fandom-related holiday (yes, fandom can be a religion if I want it to be, holidays included ;P) and I’m celebrating with blind_go , crying like a girly girl over Sai and Hikaru, flailing like an idiot over Touya and Shindou when they’re being ‘rivals’- love that word, can mean so much more than they actually say- and reading pretty pretty fluff about pretty pretty ghosts so that I can wake up tomorrow ready to do work and not totally devastated. Happy 5^th May, I guess *g*