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Title: A New Low (2/2)
Words: 15000 total
Pairing: Arthur/ Merlin, background Gwen/Morgana
Disclaimer: This is written purely for entertainment, and I am aware that I do not own the BBC's version of these characters.
Summary: Written for this prompt at [livejournal.com profile] kinkme_merlin, which asked for diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.
Warnings: An odd bit of swearing. And, yes, this is me turning my soapbox issues into romantic comedy, just because.

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Not long after that, the teachers start appearing out of the woodwork. )
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Title: A New Low (1/2)
Words: 15000
Pairing: Arthur/ Merlin, background Gwen/Morgana
Disclaimer: This is written purely for entertainment, and I am aware that I do not own the BBC's version of these characters.
Summary: Written for this prompt at [livejournal.com profile] kinkme_merlin, which asked for diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.
Warnings: An odd bit of swearing. If I was some other author, I might imply that this was sweet enough to cause a chronic metabolic disease. I'm not that author, but this is pure romantic comedy of the fluffiest sort.

With all his heart, he wishes that the lift would move, so he can get to that chocolate cake and then everything will be okay. )
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Both from the kissing memes this weekend. Merlin is, of course, the property of the BBC. No series 2 spoilers in these, and neither is higher than a PG.

First, Summer Kisses (yes, I suck at titles), Merlin/Arthur, 1255 words.

A falcon flew through the open doors, blue-grey wings flashing between the pillars of the hall with a swift, impossible grace. )

~#~


Secondly, A Lonely Impulse of Delight, Gwen/Morgana, Spitfire AU, 1514 words. I've been reading about the female pilots of the Air Transport Auxiliary, and it seemed like the perfect wartime job for Gwen and Morgana. I kind of want to write the rest of this AU now, with Morgana being wildly jealous that Arthur actually gets to fight in his plane (which is called Excalibur, and Merlin, who is the engineer, has painted a stupid picture on the nose and is terrified every time Arthur and Lancelot go flying off. Er, yes, stopping now).

Few men appreciated the arrival of girl in a Spit on a day when they were scared to fly. )
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I've just posted Arthurian smut over in the porn battle. I managed to write a full fic in response to the prompt which meant I ran hugely overlength (because this is my ultimate OT3) so I thought I'd post the full thing here. This is not supposed to be historically accurate. Despite the evidence below, I do actually know something about post-Roman Britain, and if they did celebrate Beltane like this, no documentary evidence has survived ^_~

Title: Beltane Eve
Words: 1685
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Threesome, gratuitous Tennyson misquoting.
Summary: The prompt was Arthurian myths, Guinevere/Lancelot/Arthur, may. It's Beltane Eve, the year after Badon, and Lancelot is feeling conflicted.

He should love Arthur as Bedwyr did, pure and absolute. )

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