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the sandwich story
http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/66/sandwichstory.html

this one almost makes me cry.
Calvin grows up.
"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"
Well, that's completely depressing. Calvin grows up, little by little. Hobbes maybe does.
"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"
WAH. '"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"'
:C
"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"
"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"
The Asylum - yasashii shagging
http://takadainmate.livejournal.com/110965.html
""Making notations for future generations," Merlin clarified and turned back to his sentence; …makes twice as much mess as the usual spell. Arthur scoffed. "No, Merlin," Arthur told him, reading over the remark, "That's just you." "Says you," Merlin muttered, thinking of socks on the floor and chairs strewn with sweaty, muddy shirts. Arthur plucked the pen from his hand then and wrote beneath Merlin's note: Do not believe this. Merlin is hopelessly messy. You should see his room. Merlin cried, "Hey!" and snatched back his pen. Arthur looked entirely too smug. And this was how it began."
Books are defaced. But it's all for a good cause. Really.
Arthur had written, 'I am the crown prince. You will not tell me what to do,' beneath Merlin's red underlines. Merlin wrote, 'It's my book.' Arthur followed up with, 'It's in my drawer,' to which Merlin retorted, 'Then write on your drawers.' In response to this Arthur drew a pair of women's underwear with an arrow pointing to them reading, 'Merlin's.' Merlin rolled his eyes and imagined that Arthur had probably been extremely proud of himself for that one. Merlin wrote, 'Spell for Turning Arthur into a Woman,' and then the incantation beneath. He should have seen it coming, Merlin decided, the next day when he saw that Arthur had crossed out Arthur, written Merlin above it and then followed up with 'NOT REQUIRED BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY ONE. '
Merlin's suspicions that his artwork was atrocious were confirmed when he found a note several days later, printed in pencil, beneath his diagram. It read: (1) Never draw again, unless this is illustrating some hellish creature in which case congratulations on effectively conveying the horror of its appearance. (2) If I find this book open and lying on your bed for all to see one more time I will put laxatives in your soup. (3) STOP WRITING IN THIS BOOK.
This is a very useful spell, Merlin wrote. He formed the letters carefully, small so he could write more later, if he needed to, and did not at all wonder if he was going to get in trouble or be cursed or something for writing in the margins of an ancient spell book.
Merlin and Arthur's relationship played out through Merlin's magic book. Rated:PG-13ish
I promise I'm not a criminal mastermind. - Fic: All the Laughter From Before (1/1, R, Merlin/Arthur)
http://waldorph.livejournal.com/70220.html
Like all stories there are two sides, and this is the other: “There was once boy Merlin came to the court to ensnare the prince in his grasp, for he was an evil wizard, determined to destroy all of Albion. He bated his time, and made the prince believe he was his friend, someone to be trusted until two Augusts after his arrival, the good King Uther Pendragon recognized that his son’s illness was related to the boy who never left his son’s side for a moment. When the evil wizard Merlin was burned, Prince Arthur emerged from confinement healthy and strong again.” What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.
"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?
"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"
THIS WAS TOTALLY ROCKIN'
One story goes like this: “There was an enemy sorcerer, whose son Uther had killed, and who was desperate to make Uther feel the same pain. And so the sorcerer wove a spell around Prince Arthur, and it killed him slowly over the course of a season. From May to August, Arthur had faded. And then Arthur’s manservant, Merlin, realized that it was no ordinary illness, and he, being a great sorcerer himself, but good and kind, defended the prince, and saved his life. “But alas, King Uther could not abide magic of any kind, and Prince Arthur’s protests and the physician’s pleas and Merlin’s explanations fell on deaf ears. Merlin was killed that very night—burned alive for saving the prince, and the prince was locked in the dungeons, where he could not help his friend.”
And this is the worst—this is what he and Arthur and even Hunith have been nagging Merlin about: do not let Uther catch you.
What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.
Gawain of Orkney arrives at court, all golden skin, freckles, and bright red hair. He and Arthur start beating on each other almost immediately, which Gwen recognizes means that they’re best friends. (trust me.)
Like all stories, there are two sides
Like all stories there are two sides. What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.
Summary: (courtesy of [info]hackthis) "It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"
Drastically Redefining Protocol
http://www.glitterati.talkoncorners.net/drp/drp.html
The man scowled at him, and his eyes were extremely blue when fringed by angry lashes. "Yes, you moron, and before you come up with any clever jokes, I've heard them all before and then some." Arthur cocked a brow at him. "Oh God, you really are the prince, aren't you," Merlin said, suddenly looking ill and pale on top of looking bruised. "It's true," Arthur apologized. "And I'm sorry for your mistreatment—it took some time to convince my men you weren't attempting to kidnap me." (Arthur's still a prince and Merlin's still a wizard ;) But that's were the similarity ends, because this is a modern day AU).
royalty!AU
If you can get past the unspeakably disgusting irony of the RAPE JOKES in 14 Valentine's fic, this story is actually quite cute.
In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell breaks lose. [Royals AU. Fic + fic trailer, websites, articles (FTW!)]
modern day - Arthur, Prince of Wales and Doctor in training Merlin (+ rape dogs & ninjas)
Modern day AU. Where Auther is the Prince and Merlin is a medical student.
"What," he managed, half-collapsed against the door as the tires shrieked and the car lurched into motion, "the hell was that?" "That," Gaius yelled at him, with more breath than somebody that old should be capable of having, "was what happens when you and the crown prince of bloody England are outed you bloody idiot!"
As a rule, Arthur had given up on chafing at the near-constant swirl of people that came along with his shockingly over-scheduled days. Still, once in a while the itch and suffocation of being monitored twenty-four hours a day grew too much, and he found himself tiptoeing down mostly deserted hospital hallways trying to hide from his handlers.
Arthur is the modern day Prince of Wales. Merlin is a med student.
The Crown of the Summer Court
http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/merlin/The%20Crown%20of%20the%20Summer%20Court.html
"You asked why your kingdom: it is here alone the final candidate may be called before the Throne. I call the natural-born son of King Taranis—" and there was a roar of noise and protest among the elves, but Eldren's voice rose above it all, "—the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne--called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."
EPIC!!! "The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."
"The elves are coming?" Arthur said, incredulously.
"— called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."
Merlin is an Evlin Prince, this is pretty damn awesome.
"I call the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne, called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."
INSTANT REC!!!! I had a blast reading this story. I loved the plot, character voices, and I could not stop reading once I started. This was awesome on so many levels. Run don't walk to this story!
The Elves have a competition to decide their next king. Arthur stands as Merlin's champion during the challenges. This is BEYOND PERFECT. "Eldren looked up at Uther and swept out a hand and said, "You asked why your kingdom: it is here alone the final candidate may be called before the Throne. I call the natural-born son of King Taranis—" and there was a roar of noise and protest among the elves, but Eldren's voice rose above it all, "—the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne—" A clatter and a smash behind him like two jousters coming together made Arthur jump. He turned to glare furiously at a stricken, white-faced Merlin, who'd just dropped a tray covered with goblets and a jug now spilling red wine everywhere across the floor, and so Arthur was looking right at him when Eldren finished, "— called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."
"The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."
Arthur was crouched with a clean shot lined up, just waiting for the stag to step clear of the brush, when Merlin's voice came calling out, "Arthur!" and the deer leapt. He jerked to follow its path and managed to bring it down anyway, then he stood up and glared.
seperis: merlinfic: privileges of rank
http://seperis.livejournal.com/700752.html
It's odd, he thinks, trying to navigate the winter-cold halls toward Gaius room, how the people he sees standing in expressionless attention behind their masters can be so different in the privacy of their rooms. Perhaps something to do with growing up in service, or the years of practice he's never had serving in the court. He knows they resent him sometimes, for taking a position that should have gone to one of them; apparently, serving a prince is something to be envied. He hadn't known that.
Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.
Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously nArthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.ot-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.
Merlin gets a lesson in downstair politics.
Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat. [Great banter.]
"Well done, though I prefer a bit more sharpness at the end, but not everyone is born to command." Arthur's attention shifts lower, breath hot against Merlin's skin. "Shall I teach you that, as well?"
The key isn't in his room, and it's not in Gaius' workroom. Merlin tracks every stair he could have walked and every piece of clothing he has, but the key remains missing and even Arthur finally comments, in something very like wonder, "It's like magic, how it disappeared, isn't it?"
Summary: Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.
of course there's a reason Merlin is so crap as a servant! "And Merlin?" Arthur reaches for Merlin's shirt, "laundresses do laundry. That is why we call them laundresses."
hackthis: Merlin – Woods for the Trees (AU, Merlin/Arthur, NC-17)
http://hackthis.livejournal.com/518884.html
IT'S A REAL FANDOM, FRONT PAGE OF DELICIOUS BABY
modern!day London AU's
ModerndayLondonAU. // "I can't be late," Arthur says in his best Merlin impression. "I've got an important meeting. I'll do the washing up and lick your trainers clean if you do this for me. I'll tell everyone you're brilliant in bed." "You're a prick," Merlin retorts. "And I don't recall that last one." Arthur shrugs. "You said it," he insists before turning on his heel. "I've got it recorded on my mobile. Maybe I'll make it my new ringtone." Merlin's still sputtering as Arthur walks out, pausing to turn on Radio 1. Merlin hates Radio 1; he'll be forced to get up just to turn it off. "It doesn't count if I was pissed," Merlin hollers over Lily Allen. "Yes, Merlin," Arthur calls back. "It does."
Merlin sleeps like the dead. A dead octopus that is. His arms splay out across the mattress as though he's embracing a vast mountain terrain in his sleep, and his hips shift, spreading out his legs as though they're the bottom half of a lower-case 'h'.
Merlin sleeps like the dead. A dead octopus that is.
modern!day London AU
In the six-plus years that Arthur's known Merlin -– three at Cambridge, one of Merlin travelling the world and "finding himself", the six months Merlin spent on Arthur's sofa doing fuck all, and the two years that Merlin's actually been employed at Pendragon Creative -– Arthur has never known Merlin to take his tea black. Today, however, Arthur winds up pouring Merlin's milk on the counter, because Merlin snatches his mug away before Arthur's had a chance to finish making the tea.
modern au
Pendragon Creative, Inc is the largest public relations conglomerate in the United Kingdom
Modern!AU in London. Merlin is a web designer for Pendragon Creative, Inc., and has been friends with Arthur for years. Arthur doesn't want to ruin their friendship.
Morgana sighs dramatically. "Are you still harping on about 'ruining your friendship with your magnificent sex'? My god, you sound like an old woman. Allow me to enlighten you based on what I've heard – you're not that good a shag, Arthur. Merlin won't wait on you forever."
shinetheway: Loss, And The Finding (Merlin, M/A)
http://shinetheway.livejournal.com/482817.html
Merlin's been captured by bandits. Arthur goes to "ransom" him back.
The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. | OMGGGGG NO WORDS. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.
Sequel to seperis' "Pendragon".
"The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest." Sequel to Pendragon by Seperis.
Sequel for seperis's Pendragon, where Arthur gave Merlin his mother's ring. It comes back to Arthur: "The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest."
Sequel to Seperis's story Pendragon. in which highway robbers kidnap merlin, because really, arthur, you send the guy along with your special signet ring "just in case" and you're practically BEGGING for the case. arthur's a badass, merlin's magic is revealed, etc.
The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest.
Wow. Merlin is briefly captured, and all sorts of things go badly wrong, but Arthur is just a prize in this, and it's rather well-wrought and dramatic.
R . The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. Sequel to Pendragon
The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. This is the sequel for seperis's story Pendragon
NC-17 4352w Arthur rescues Merlin from bandits hot hot hot hot hot
sequel for seperis's story Pendragon
sarcasticbabble: Fic: Into His Own (Merlin/Arthur)
http://sarcasticbabble.livejournal.com/29756.html
Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.
Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot.
Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.
"Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. " A decade apart.
"There, there." Gaius' hand patted Merlin's face and he had the eerie sensation of it passing through his skin. "I died that day, life just hasn't quite let go of me yet."
Summary: Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.
Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. (post 1x13; ~8,500 words)
seperis: merlinfic: truth is a whisper, 1/3
http://seperis.livejournal.com/719974.html
TBC
Words can also be mightier than the sword.
"The knights may be under the impression that I share your bed," he says, getting it out in a rush of breath. "What?" Arthur frowns. "Where would they get such a ridiculous idea?""Well," Merlin says nervously, "that would be because that's what I told them."
Author: seperis Summary: Words can also be mightier than the sword. (1/3, linked.)
Words can also be mightier than the sword. Virgin!Arthur and Experienced!Merlin
The one that gave me a virgin!Arthur kink. Also involves Gaius's relaxing syrup, and rumors. -- Words can also be mightier than the sword.
in which merlin is rather promiscuous and arthur is a virgin.
Words can also be mightier than the sword. Virgin!Arthur.
derryere: Pavlov Penis
http://derryere.livejournal.com/108760.html
Woozily he notices a well-liked presence, a smell of sorts, and turns to face a long stretch of a neck. Instinctively he grabs the wrist pouring his wine, holding it in place. There's suggestion of early morning arousal, of bored, hot evenings and comfort, and he doesn't really know where it comes from but he also doesn't feel it's that important and so he runs his nose under the line of a jaw without so much as a hesitation. He breathes in, deeply, tilting his head to try and feel the skin with his lips. But then Merlin pulls away. And Arthur knows it's Merlin, but he also sort of doesn't. "Oh," Arthur says, stupidly grinning. "Hello." "You're drunk," Merlin points out. "That, I am!" Arthur agrees, and downs some more of his wine. The rest of the night fades out into a blur of colours, noises, hands at his arms and then ends—at a very unspectacular moment—in his room, on his bed. He says something to someone who is taking off his boots, and then forgets everything altogether.
Arthur's chambers feel awkward when he's not there, but it's the kind of awkward Merlin feels at home in. It's a hot day and the higher rooms of the castle are cooler than the lower levels, farther from the heated ground—more prone to catching rare changes in air with all the windows open. He's on the floor next to the bed, sprawled out on the chilled tiles and trying very hard not to move. There's a corner of a pillow peeking over the edge of the mattress, just above his head, and he stares as it while thinking of nothing in particular. Earlier that day Gwen'd been humming a tune that'd played at a previous feast, and now that's stuck in his head, on a loop. He starts humming it too, on a nearly silent breath, and lifts his hand to pull at the pillow's cloth—randomly. It falls off the bed and lands high on his chest, under his chin, and the fabric is cool enough for him to leave it there for a few seconds.
""Move," he mutters, digging a knee low into Merlin's back. "Mooooove, Merlin, come on." But Merlin's sleep-addled brain doesn't process this message and instead he just turns to lie on his back, blearily squinting one eye open at Arthur—humming a low, 'hmm?' in question. "You're all—" Arthur tries to explain, voice rough with sleep. "Just—move." Merlin screws his one eye shut again, frowning before opening them both, mumbling a slurry 'mmmkay' and turning to his side again, shuffling from his spot but going in the wrong direction altogether—getting closer to Arthur, familiarly tucking his head under Arthur's chin, trying to fit their bodies together and— "What the hell," Arthur grumbles, tiredly pushing him away. "Merlin, wrong way—other—move the other--" "Mmmkay," is all he gets, and then as Merlin shifts to get back again" HEEE SLEEPY BOYS <33333
In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place (?!)
Merlin's bed gets infested with bedbugs, and Arthur gets addicted the mysterious scent his own suddenly has.
Arthur notices and becomes quite addicted to a new scent in his bed - at the same time Merlin finds he sleeps best in Arthur's bed.
In which Arthur is in love with Merlin's smell and Merlin is in love with Arthut's bed. Lazy porn ensues. <3
Author: derryere Summary: In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place.
Hot boys getting off on each other's scent
In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place
seperis: merlinfic: the tale of the sea serpent, 1/2
http://seperis.livejournal.com/703417.html
seperis: merlinfic: the tale of the sea serpent, 1/2
Prequel to Job Orientation. Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.
Prequel to Job Orientation. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all. (NC17, Merlin/Arthur)
Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.
Prequel to Job Orientation. Where there was a prince, a manservant, a sea serpent and a secret that really wasn't a secret at all.
franticsga: There Are No Legible Signs, Arthur/Merlin, G.
http://franticsga.livejournal.com/18965.html
They could do this thing together. He was sure of it. || pre-slash, sweet, in-character, lovely.
If Merlin could move, he'd hit him. He really would this time, and Arthur would be surprised because Merlin had been practicing. Sort of. [No i another one z gatunku "zwykłe i całkiem fajne"...]
"I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you."
Description: "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you." **||** [2.334 words] Merlin has stiffened up terribly after the skirmish in Ealdor and Arthur's somewhere between amused and exasperated.
Description: "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you." >Arthur gives a massage to Merlin and the boys have a bromance conversation about present and future. Warm and pleasant.
[merlin. g. preslash m/a.] "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you."
Hurl words into the Darkness - Star Trek XI FF: Taking the slower path (we'll get there in the end) [Kirk/Spock; PG-13]
http://black-eyedgirl.livejournal.com/113449.html
They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type.
Summary: They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type.
Summary: They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type. Word count: 7,400
Jim just wishes they were friends.
Fabulous pre-slash story of the crew of the Enterprise gelling together in the first couple of years of the mission. Wonderfully written.
They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type. AN: This was meant to be a slow pre-slash to slash kind of thing. It's still mostly that (except it never really breaks 'pre') but also ended up being the story of James T. Kirk's first year in command of the Enterprise.
betweenthebliss: Break Down and Tell : Star Trek, PG-13ish
http://betweenthebliss.livejournal.com/2198.html
Kirk/Spock - Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out (and/or other various sexual activites) ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.
In the world the other Spock had come from, he and Jim hadn't just been friends. They'd been lovers.
Bones is the first to notice he's basically given up on sleeping. Actually, he's surprised nobody else has noticed he could stow Scotty's little green friend in the bags under his eyes, or that as soon as he goes off duty it's all he can do to stand up straight.
It's harder at night, when the bridge is deserted and he can't sleep. Kirk deals with the mindmeld. Spock tries to help.
He did this thing to me, okay, merged our brains or something to show me what happened and how he got here! And now there's all this /stuff/ in my head and it's driving me fucking crazy!
"It wasn't you, it was him!" he yells, pointing out the window, out toward the far-distant cave on Delta Vega. "I'm not lying to you, for God's sake, are you serious? He did this thing to me, okay, merged our brains or something to show me what happened and how he got here! And now there's all this /stuff/ in my head and it's driving me fucking crazy!"
The one where Jim can't sleep nd Spock finds him.
Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - Spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.
Summary : for a prompt at st_xi_kink : Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer. 4450-ish words.
Summary: prompt at st_xi_kink : Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - Spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.
It Takes A Village
http://chaletian.livejournal.com/349779.html
Summary: There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. **||** [750 words] Brilliant, hilarious, McCoy POV!
Turns out, despite the vast emptiness of space, and the worryingly illusory protection offered even by Starfleet’s finest vessel, and the sheer likelihood of being taken out by an unexpected cosmic event (sure, those nebulae look pretty now but up-close they’re just a disaster waiting to happen) and/or Klingon attack (McCoy’s sure it’s going to happen any day now) and/or new and fatal alien disease (probably sexually transmitted; probably Kirk’s fault), life on the Enterprise isn’t as far off a village as you might expect.
mccoy ship miscellanea
There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. [fave lighthearted ensemble fic]
“Jesus, Bones, they’re running a still!” “That’s outrageous, Jim.” “Did you know about this?” “Absolutely not. I’m a doctor, not a moonshiner.” “Can you get me some?” “Sure.
There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same
There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same.
McCoy’s expression is wise and, he is aware, deeply annoying. “Jim, my friend, it takes a village to raise a child.”
Bones-fic. Gen. All about life as doctor aboard the Enterprise, and how it isn't too far removed from being a country doctor. So cute! Prequel to "Birds Do It..."
There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. [First in chaletian's marvelous Village!verse.]
don't believe anything the usb hub tells you - FIC: To the Best of my Recollection [ ST:XI | Kirk/Spock | R | ~3400 words ]
http://svilleficrecs.livejournal.com/900714.html
Summary: He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.
He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.
The next time one of these memories erupts from its hiding place is months later, aboard the Enterprise, in the middle of a mildly heated argument with Spock. He's mildly heated and arguing, Spock is being an impeccably logical douchebag and he may be correct, but that doesn't mean he's *right*. Jim could tell him to back down, that's an order, but he can't let go of his desire to convince Spock that he's wrong.
kirk doesn't want what spock prime left in his head. spock takes it away-- but some things are just meant to be. incredibly beautiful piece of fic.
He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply. Spock feels the effects of Spock Prime's mind-meld.
"God. Just... we're sleeping together," he blurts out. Spock actually blinks. "Lieutenant Uhura would be surprised to hear that." He appears to give the matter a little thought. "Perhaps not entirely surprised." "No! I mean the other you, and the other me from his timeline. Wait. What?"
The first one happens three weeks later, when Kirk is still back at the academy, packing up his dead roommate's belongings. He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.
raphaela667: and they won't believe you when you write home about it, Spock/Kirk, PG-13
http://raphaela667.livejournal.com/37366.html
by raphaela667, sulu finds out. cute.
Hikaru Sulu does not gossip
surprise! We're in love!
Hikaru Sulu knows everything, but he didn't know this.
(Coming out fic) Hikaru Sulu does not gossip. He is just present when other people say things about people who are not present, and then he sometimes repeats it to more people who might be interested. He doesn't gossip, because most of it is true.
Hikaru Sulu does not gossip. He is just present when other people say things about people who are not present, and then he sometimes repeats it to more people who might be interested. He doesn't gossip, because most of it is true.
Heeee. Sulu knows everything that's going on in the Enterprise. Well, mostly.
Summary: Hikaru Sulu knows everything, but he didn't know this.
"I cannot predict whether you will survive these injuries on the basis of your surviving past injuries."
rheanna27: Star Trek Reboot fic: Lunch and Other Obscenities - PG-13 - 1/1
http://rheanna27.livejournal.com/110953.html
Because it is rheanna. What more does a person need to know? *hearts*
I love Gaila. She is fabu. Photosynthesis!
Uhura and Galia, cultural misunderstandings.
Nyota liked her roommate just fine until she met her.
Summary: Nyota liked her roommate just fine until she met her.
When I say Uhura+Gaila, I meant Uhura+Gaila friendship fic. =D
oh my, the first meeting with a new roommate can be FRAUGHT. Uhuru and Gaila, funny and awesome. (Also, Uhuru is in the GLEE CLUB which in a tiny nod to TOS canon that makes me very happy) NOT AN AU.
Nyota liked her roommate just fine, until she met her. (Cultural taboos, friendship, and a side of Spock/Uhura)
"You—you—masticator!" Gaila shrieked, backing away in revulsion. Which was how Nyota discovered that although Orion society had absolutely no taboos about sex, it had a lot of taboos about food and eating, and she'd just broken all of them.
Seven for a secret - Only the Good Die Young
http://users.livejournal.com/_seven_crows/14723.html
"Everyone assumes that because I am young I am inexperienced. That anyone can hug me or tell me uncomfortably personal things or ruffle my hair and is all right because I am tiny. Well, I am not that tiny!"
GEN, Chekov. Five times Pavel Chekov hated being the only seventeen-year-old on the Enterprise. Oneshot.
Five times Pavel Chekov hated being the only seventeen-year-old on the Enterprise.
Being protected is not the same as being respected, and what he wants is the latter.
Poor Chekov. No one will let him grow up!
Chekov fic! Filled with awesome!
aww, chekov
raphaela667: Our Emotional History is in the Kitchen, Kirk/Spock, PG-14
http://raphaela667.livejournal.com/36373.html
ST:AOS. Jim brings Spock home to meet Mom. Wonderful and sweet with a lot of great character development.
“I know your son very well. I know that he is most likely to do what he is told not to do,” Spock says, and she sees a flash of humor in his face, but maybe she imagined that, too. “I wondered if it might be in my interest should you hate me on sight.”
“We want to go to New Vulcan,” he says. “While we’re on leave.” He says ‘we’ the way he’d say ‘I’ – as if there’s no point discussing them as two people, as if he and Spock together are a given in any equation. There are so many beautiful images in here, so many quiet observations and lovely moments and so, so much love. I love this vision of Winona.
"“Yes,” Spock says, tightly, and suddenly Jim’s attention isn’t with their small but perpetual family drama. He’s with Spock, entirely, and she catches the moment when Spock looks up at her son and nods, slight enough that she’d never have seen it if she hadn’t been looking for some reaction. Jim nods back, grins a little, and Spock doesn’t smile back. She knows little of Vulcans, but she doesn’t suppose he would." -- Heart-wrenching portrait of Winona Kirk and the love for her son whose life she hasn't been a part of for a long time now.
woebetidesweets: Barely Perceptible Green
http://woebetidesweets.livejournal.com/24530.html
"When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."
Rating: NC-17 * Summary: 1,636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."
Oh, loooovely. Excellent Spock perspective-- a little removed, and maybe not completely aware of just how involved he actually is in this situation.
When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."
As time went by and his data pool widened, Spock had begun to understand how to bring humans to arousal. He had first discovered that it was an entirely unique process for each of them, requiring an entirely unique set of stimuli. Jim did not enjoy being touched inside the hip, as Nyota had. Jim did not enjoy being held. Jim enjoyed force. He enjoyed a coupling much more physically strenuous than Nyota, and he enjoyed being the aggressor. He enjoyed, in what Spock was sure was some hazy, abstract sense, the idea that he was somehow forcing the initiation of the encounter.
How each gives the other what they want
Summary: 1636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."
Title: Barely Perceptible Green Author: [info]woebetidesweets Pairing: Spock/Kirk Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Don't own. Summary: 1636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."
brown_betty: Fic: Mount Badon
http://brown-betty.livejournal.com/421240.html
Arther and Merlin years later from an outside perspective
"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur
Future fic. Arthur in battle,from the POV of a foreign king
He looks up, and flashes a smile past Coveros, at Vedica. "That was you with the stasis spell, right? That was tremendously clever, I wish I could figure out how you did it." Vedica freezes, and a moment later, as he realizes who this servant must be, so does Coveros. Vedica stutters, after a moment, "It's-- it's a slowing of certain, um, biological-- for difficult pregnancies, you see, sometimes, to stop her from bearing early, it's--" and he's heard her explain this dozens of times already, so he knows she's just clamped her mouth shut on "very useful in lambing time."
Arthur, his knights and Merlin ride to the aid of the Celtic king and his battle weary warriors.
Third person POV of Arthur's rescue of a gaelic tribe. Beautiful incorporation of an outsider's POV to the great king Arthur is and his relationship with Merlin.
"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur ~ An outsider observes Merlin and the King.
I LOVE this fic.
Main Page - Fanlore
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You're Gonna Make It After All
http://igrockspock.livejournal.com/17775.html
Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.( Gaila, Uhura, Kirk, Spock)
Gaila&Uhura friendship. Gaila learning about sexual norms. Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.
in which Gaila is AWESOME
"Your course description states that we will learn language and culture, but 87.6% of our class time has focused exclusively on grammar," she prods. Actually, she pulled that percentage out of her ass, but Commander Spock seems to respect numbers that end with decimal points.
Summary: Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.
Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.
The Sum of Us
http://the-dala.livejournal.com/608653.html
A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people are let in on the worst-kept secret in the Federation.
A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people discover the worst-kept secret in the Federation.
McCoy sighs and stretches, rubbing at his temples. “Oh, hell. It’s not your fault, kid. The damn fool would have done the same for any one of us, or else gotten himself injured in one of a hundred other ways. That's just what he does.” “All the same, I…” He has no wish to make McCoy uncomfortable, but he feels compelled to say these things so he can sleep without remembering the captain's deathly pallor and the doctor's dark, haunted eyes. “I nearly took him from you, and for that I am sorry.” He looks at Chekov for a long, long moment, pursing his lips. “Just ‘ccept th’ ‘pology,” Kirk mumbles. His eyes are still closed. McCoy turns his head to glare down at him. “The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it *dying* for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.” “And you,” McCoy adds, now leveling his glare at Chekov, “I don’t want to see your ass on the bridge for two days, you hear?”
“The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it dying for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.”
Coronation - rageprufrock - Merlin (BBC) [Archive of Our Own]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5749
Merlin has always been a conflation of many things Arthur has never known and wouldn’t begin to imagine, and all things seem possible when he is around, hurling himself off of horses and ending battles with a swift, deadly force, raising the voices of Albion, of the Old Religion, until they roar in Arthur’s ears like a heavenly chorus.
Arthur never tells Merlin of the way he and his men find dead people along roadsides sometimes, entire villages laid to waste by disease or starvation or storms. Recently, he has neglected to tell Merlin of the way his father’s traveling guard has found burnt out husks of settlements at the far Eastern border of Camelot’s territories, men kidnapped and women and children raped or dead, or both.
That night, Arthur actually manages to banish Merlin from his tent for an entire hour before his manservant slips in while the knights are changing watches. Either that or Merlin’s insubordination is contagious and Arthur’s entire retinue has contracted it — the possibility is too mortifying to countenance.
“How is it that every time you meet a woman in one of your stories she falls all over herself over you?” Merlin demands.
And when Merlin’s eyes lift to meet Arthur’s again, finally, they are golden with the secret they keep, and he says, “You’ve always been my king, Arthur.”
2009-08 | Author's summary: In the end, all men are more or less forgotten, but Arthur, when he is but a footnote in Camelot’s history — may it be long, and may it be rich — wants to be remembered for having been a dutiful prince, and with luck, a dutiful king. | Or as someone summarized, the one where Arthur marries Albion. [Nebulous timeline. Content advisory: violence.]
Merlin (2008); Merlin/Arthur
it's pru, it's awesome, just go read it
syllic wæs se sigebeam - In Want of a Wife: Master Post
http://syllic.livejournal.com/18995.html
When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.
Author: syllic Summary: When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.
Incredible development of their relationship (something terribly romantic about looking so closely) and I love the Arthur characterization. -- When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.
The one about expectations, and how you can never really know all there is to know about someone. A dramedy of misconceptions.
40k+, long marriage au to read
THE KIND IL BEST IS THE KIND WHERE EVERYONE IS EMOTIONALLY DUMB AND INSECURE AND THIS LEADS TO ANGSTY MISUNDERSTANDINGS, SO FAIR WARNING. :D:
Keelywolfe's Journal - FIC: Universal Translation 1/1 (ST:XI, Kirk/Spock)
http://keelywolfe.livejournal.com/483706.html
Summary: Vulcans don't do touching.
keelywolfe
The word that has been haunting him lately, of which Vulcan has no approximation, is seduction. Intellectually, he knows what it means, in terms of a sexual relationship. It is an enticement, a tease, and he understands it. Intellectually.
Vulcans don't do touching.
Spock ponders the meaning of seduction as he deals with his Captain's touches.
The word that has been haunting him lately, of which Vulcan has no approximation, is seduction.
The first time Jim's bare fingers brushed the back of his neck, absently, it was like an electric shock, the sharp taste of azure through his mind was indescribable, emotion that was not his own assaulting his mental shields and the mind touch of James Kirk was both fascinating and brief. [Even more skeptical, but also, telepathy kink. *_*]
The issue at hand, so to speak, is the touching. Kirk is, as they say, a touchy kind of man, a slap on the shoulder, a punch on the arm. He has gotten into the habit of touching Spock in the fond manner of a Human and yet, he doesn't comprehend Vulcan physiology, does not translate Spock's reactions into a form that that he understands. The first time Jim's bare fingers brushed the back of his neck, absently, it was like an electric shock, the sharp taste of azure through his mind was indescribable, emotion that was not his own assaulting his mental shields and the mind touch of James Kirk was both fascinating and brief. His captain moved away before Spock had lost his tenuous control and he had managed to answer Kirk's question with no indication of what had just happened.
Vulcans don't do casual touching. James Kirk does though.
taraljc: Ad Astra
http://taraljc.livejournal.com/1334843.html
"When you were a child," Sarek finally said, looking older than Spock had ever seen him, "you would disappear into the mountains for days. It would worry your mother. When you returned, I would punish you, and you always endured it. But it did not prevent you from returning to the mountains."
Spock had no opportunity to address Nyota in private until 16.8 hours after their return to San Francisco.
If he were to die in this attempt, there would be no other opportunity to reassure her as to the depth of his affection for her, and that her actions had neither been unwise, nor unwelcome. Therefore, he could not remain silent.
"To the stars." The beauty and difficulty and solidity of Spock and Uhura's relationship, post-movie. Leaves me smiling. [lj]
more Uhura/Spock. *loves*
But the last thought he'd had before the world around him exploded with light was that he promised to return to her. He wished to keep his promise.
Both pre- and post-movie; Spock and Uhura's relationship sparks, develops. Really nice.
long, thoughtful, and thorough telling of the growth Spock and Uhura's relationship from Spock's perspective, during and following the events of the movie. rich with detail about things previously only hinted at; this is precisely how I imagine them to be.
A sort of missing scenes fic for the movie with Spock and Uhura - very nice, and has both of them acting like intelligent grownups - win!
missing scenes
Falco Columbarius
http://serotonin-storm.livejournal.com/42347.html
"It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon."
It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.
It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon. This is such a heartwarming fic, I love how Merlin is still so essentially himself, even in bird form :)
Summary: It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.
in which merlin disappears and everyone discovers that arthur is a softie for birds.
PG, Merlin/Arthur. 2700 words. It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.
lazulisong: [fic] [star trek] [gen] Graduate Vulcan for Fun and Profit [1/2]
http://lazulisong.livejournal.com/1071739.html
"Mr Kirk," says the poor bastard assigned to teach Basic Principles of Vulcan. Jim wonders what he did. Teaching human cadets to say "My name is Bob" in Vulcan has to be the worst thing that one Vulcan could think of to do to another. "A word with you in my office." star trek big bang Jim grimaces but stands up. "Yes, Commander Sakel," he says.
marvellous jim gen, post-tarsus iv. in which a vulcan from the kelvin teaches jim vulcan, and then jim has to lie about it in order to not get sucked into xenolinguistics. pre- and post-movie interspersed. amazingly done.
An enjoyable and interesting story about Jim's relationship with an OC mentor. It reminds me of what I like best in Snape mentors Harry fic, and the OC is really wonderful. Jim is his assholish, grating self in this fic, but I can stand him because of his friendships with the OC and McCoy. Lots of clever and surprising details in this fic, great Vulcan world building with some fun with the star trek "one culture per planet" cliche. The strong local Portland flavor is nice, but the Anglo American culture = Earth thing annoyed me a bit, even if it is canon and even if it makes perfect sense in the story structure, and even if it is a funny ivory tower joke. I suppose this fic is just too awesome and wonderful for a tiny niggling detail not to stand out. Oh, and it makes me so happy that Jim's queerness is a source of unproblematic joy in his otherwise messed up life. Background canon het (very cute) and strong canon subtext made text. Good, realistic university atmosphere.
It really does take a village to raise a Jim.
It's just written beautifully. I love the way it builds, I love the format, its just... guh.
It really does take a village to raise a Jim
It really does take a village to raise a Jim. (Awesome Vulcan mentor/father figure, Smart Jim, Tarsus IV, Kid!Jim, Kirk/McCoy/Spock/Uhura-Friendship, and Jim being able to speak Vulcan. Really amazing story!)
My favorite
grabi_hands: 16 Things Jim Kirk Is Allowed To Do In Private: a chronological list compiled by First Officer Spock
http://community.livejournal.com/grabi_hands/5400.html
WORDS: 2758 A chronological list compiled by First Officer Spock.
as the title says
Of course Spock would compile a list of t hings Jim's allowed to do, cause list are tp Spock as pushing boundaries are to Jim.
exactly what it sounds like
1- he is allowed to initiate a kiss on the mouth.
It was a sudden move - illogical and unpredictable, as it always was. He had gone to the captain's quarters without knowing what he was getting himself into, apparently, and while he had only expected to have a little companionship in his suddenly-empty evenings, he did not expect this. Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock. R.
12- he is allowed to speak of illogical, unimportant matters, on the condition that he does not expect and will not receive a response. he is not, however, allowed to attempt to produce musical sounds using his vocal chords. this activity will always result in his untimely expurgation from the first officer's quarters, or even his own.
See title. XD
What it says on the label.
In relation to this fic, because someone asked for a list and I had way too much fun thinking about it. Also, jesuschrist fluff. I am full of sap. Sequel to Spiccato
In relation to "Spiccato"
Diary of a Suburban Squeen - [ST] Birds Do It, Bees Do It, Even Post-Pubescent Russians Do It :: PG-13 :: Gen :: 1/1
http://chaletian.livejournal.com/350630.html
Sequel to It Takes A Village. Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.
“It’ll be a piece of cake,” Jim tells Bones confidently. Chekov’s nearly eighteen, after all, and he’s spent the last few years at Starfleet Academy. Jim knows Starfleet Academy. There’s no way that kid doesn’t know the facts of life. He’s pretty sure this is Bones’s idea of a prank. But whatever, the Academy didn’t exactly cover ‘giving your navigator the talk’; Jim assumes it falls under the concept of ‘pastoral care’, which always seemed to him the least interesting part of being a Starfleet captain.
Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.
“I am not child, Keptin. Babies are brought by bears; everyone knows this.”
The birds and the bees talk.... (It Takes a Village 'verse).
Summary: Sequel to It Takes A Village. Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined. [Part 2 of the Village-verse.]
Village!verse 2: Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.
Sequel to "It Takes A Village". Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.
Chekov’s just staring at him. “How… babies… are made?” he says, his tone distinctly dubious. He mimes rocking a baby. “Babies – yes?” / Jim points and grins. “Exactly. You know how that works. What am I talking about? Of course you do.” / “Of course,” says Chekov. “I am not child, Keptin. Babies are brought by bears; everyone knows this.”
sarcasticbabble: Fic: No Ordinary Servant (Merlin/Arthur)
http://sarcasticbabble.livejournal.com/29047.html
Of course, this was no ordinary servant. And perhaps, just perhaps, Arthur was one lucky prince.
bath fic!
Bath sex.
"Merlin glared, he couldn't help it. His blisters had blisters and he was fairly certain his shoulders would never unkink from the knots they had tied themselves in. Where did it say in the whole 'destiny' thing that his side of the coin couldn't pick up and beat the other side with a broom? After a week's worth of sleep and a full belly, of course. Merlin did have his priorities. "
But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something?
Summary: But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something? QUOTE: Then Prince Pain-in-the-Arse wanted his armor polished (to remove the bunny fluff from the killer hare attack - not that the hare had truly been a killer, but it had made more noise than a hare ought and Arthur had been certain it was a vicious attacking ... something other than a hare - Arthur had sworn Merlin on pain of death never to tell a soul), his boots shined, his fall cloak - the scarlet one with the gold crest, not the red one with the yellow crest - freshened as Arthur had detected a faint chill in the air which could mean the weather changing or that there had simply been a bloody breeze, and his sword sharpened.
[merlin. nc-17. merlin/arthur. ~4,000 words.] But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something?
Merlin had been terribly wrong. Arthur wasn't a prat, he was bloody mad. Get in ... with the Prince? And the touching...not that immersing himself in the water wouldn't be truly delightful, but Merlin could feel the flush starting in his cheeks, spreading to his ears and he was fairly sure his entire body was red at the mere notion of his skin and Arthur's skin and feet and bodies all piled into the tub that had never looked so small as it did to Merlin now.
ragdoll987: Verbal Jump-Rope
http://ragdoll987.livejournal.com/5638.html
At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. In other words, how to outfox a fox, when the fox is a Vulcan.*
AU. At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it.
I have a definite hard-on for Kirk/Spock verbal sparring. THIS IS AWESOME.
At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it.
"At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. "
“What do you mean you’re resigning?” “I believe my meaning was quite clear, Captain.” “No, I’m pretty sure I must have space dust in my ears, because I could swear that I just heard you tell me you’re leaving this ship. As in, permanently. As in, you might want to start explaining now before I call security and have you marched down to sickbay ASAP for physical and psychological examination.”
“What do you mean you’re resigning?” “I believe my meaning was quite clear, Captain.” “No, I’m pretty sure I must have space dust in my ears, because I could swear that I just heard you tell me you’re leaving this ship. As in, permanently. As in, you might want to start explaining now before I call security and have you marched down to sickbay ASAP for physical and psychological examination.” Spock, currently in the process of packing his single Starfleet-issue luggage carrier, furrowed his eyebrows at his commanding officer in a typical Vulcan frown. He was dressed in science blues, hunched over a small dresser in the corner of his quarters, which were nearly half empty of all his personal belongings, the other half strewn in slight disarray across the room’s small side-table. Jim, staring at him from the mesh divider between the sleeping alcove and the office area, tried not to be lured into looking around him with anything approaching obsessively disturbing interest.
Summary: AU. At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. / In other words, how to outfox a fox, when the fox is a Vulcan. **||** [4.461 words] Spock (the younger) is about to learn that Jim Kirk, when properly motivated, can be alarmingly logical.
The one where Jim has to convince Spock to join the Enterprise because Spock!prime won't. 4,461 words.
shewhohathapen: Star Trek: AOS // A Long Way to a Terrible Joke
http://community.livejournal.com/shewhohathapen/26942.html
startrekreboot gen recommended
It's eighteen months into their five year mission that Jim finally, really asks the question. Alternately, see title.
I love this Kirk. And Spock makes me smile.
“So…” Jim begins, dragging out the vowel sound. “She just walked up to you and said, ‘Let’s be in a relationship’ and you just went, ‘Yeah, okay. Sure.’”
“I am half-Vulcan, Jim, not half-dead.”
For his part, Jim has absolutely no idea what to say to that other than a protest that there had to be some really important (likely sexy) stuff left out in the middle there.
does what it says on the tin
Kirk asks Spock how he and Uhura got together. Fluffy fun.
It is eighteen months into their five year mission and over a game of tri-d chess that Jim finally, really asks his first officer the question that has burned in his mind ever since the veritably world-shaking events that demanded it be posed. "Spock, seriously. You and Uhura. How did that happen?"
cuuute. love kirk's mind imploding over imaginary uhura seduction scenes - apple! - and that she started it, with a written argument. sweet. shewhohathapen: Star Trek: AOS //
“I am half-Vulcan, Jim, not half-dead.” :D
It's eighteen months into their five year mission that Jim finally, really asks the question.
taraljc: A Thousand Words for Snow
http://taraljc.livejournal.com/1338386.html
mucking about with language
Linguists have been trying to explain for over a century—ever since a cultural anthropologist first published with the intent to connect differences in culture with differences in language by examining the roots—that the Inuit people of North America do not in fact have an inordinately large number of words for frozen precipitation.
Vulcans have no word for "lover".
she hopes he can taste what she can never find words to say.
A delightful poetic story dealing with linguistics. This is actually Spock/Uhura, but it souldn't bother anyone.
With every touch of her hands to his face, her fingers tracing the curve of his cheek and jaw, she draws a map of the uncharted lands between them so he might find a home in the circle of her arms.
There are no words for this. It cannot be contained by ink on paper or sounds carried by the wind.
There are at least five different words Uhura has identified in both Modern Vulcan written and spoken language for spouse (bond-mate, joined-but-chaste, joined-but-parted, joined-never-parted, parent-of-my-offspring), and four for friend (companion, secret-keeper, friendship-like-kinship, and friendship-closer-than-kinship). There are Old High Vulcan endearments (half-of-my-heart/soul/being) that she has never heard spoken—and most likely never will, the embracing of the teachings of Surak changing the language of Vulcan even as it changed her people. But there is no word for someone with whom one has an intimate, physical relationship outside of marriage.
in her aspect and her eyes
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Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.
In which Spock and Uhura trade logic and poetry
Pre-movie fic, Spock runs into Uhura in a bookstore. Cute and fun.
spock observes stuf, uhura checks mates him and he misses his bus stop. impeccably hot.
Summary: Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.
Title: in her aspect and her eyes Author: Livia Fandom: Star Trek 2009 Characters: Spock, Uhura Rating: G Word count: 2100 Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Summary: Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.
Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion. Smart and witty dialogue, excellent characterizations.
He was struck with a sudden, illogical awareness of the fact that he was standing in a dead-end aisle, with no available avenue of retreat, and moreover that he would be trapped here until Lieutenant Uhura chose to stand aside and allow him to pass.
Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion. Spock/Uhura
The layout of the Old Downtown bookstore recommended to Spock by Admiral Hernandez was highly inefficient.
Uhura and Spock meet cute in a bookstore, and Uhura wows Spock with her awesomeness, OF COURSE.