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Merlin: all I wanted was a white knight / The One With the Poetry / Is This Seat Taken?
morethansky wrote in amphhh
all I wanted was a white knight (I got a prince instead) by orphan_account [Merlin/Arthur]
Arthur makes Merlin warm his bed.

"Gaius -"

"- has probably gone to bed and anyway, don't tell me you've never stayed out past your bedtime, don't make me laugh. Get us some wine and I'll prepare the chess board and teach you."

Merlin raised his eyebrow.

Arthur halted, then he pressed his lips together and swallowed. "I mean if - if you wanted to play."

For the first few seconds, it felt good to watch Arthur's face redden as he fought with his pride, but then Merlin started to grow uncomfortable. It was mean to pretend he didn't see Arthur was struggling to wrap his head around the fact that Merlin wanted him to treat servants as something akin to equals, with respect and some value. It also stopped being funny when he realized that Arthur was trying, for him, to lose the preconceptions, to unlearn what he'd been taught to think since his birth.

"I'd love to," he said, and smiled slightly. "I'd love to learn. I'll check for the wine in the kitchen. Would you like it warmed, my lord?"

Arthur opened his mouth, then breathed in. "It's Arthur. And yes. Thank you."

The One With the Poetry by misswinterhill [Merlin/Arthur]
"I like reading," Arthur said, tipping all of the little sugar packets out of their holder on the table and lining them up, soldiers in an advancing army across the formica and coffee-stains. "I just don't understand why I can't write."

This was how, sitting in his room but unable to sleep, Arthur had ended up getting out his laptop and searching and fitting clues together and drinking about half of a bottle of Baileys until he finally found Merlin’s blog. Merlin hadn't been lying about being sort of a wizard with words; Arthur immersed himself in the glow of the screen, the alcohol taking the edge off it. Writing on the internet was so...dangerous; it was light and electricity, not the solidity of a book. It looked as though Merlin had embraced the danger, though, filling in pages and pages with sparse scraps of poetry. He’d sort of thought that Merlin might be a free verse writer — there was something marvelously unfettered about him — but he hadn’t expected to see page after page of comments as he read, anonymous readers pulling the little pieces apart like animals feasting.

He read the comments to the entries voraciously; everything from praise to blame to pushing metaphors until they broke into a million tiny shards. Did Merlin really think that pop culture references cheapened his work? Had he really burned dinner? Was the fact that he was writing about sad things an indicator that his life was sad? Could the commenter help?

Pride in Merlin’s work warred with a sense of possession — Merlin was a hard taskmaster and he made Arthur write and write, but praise from Merlin eased the hard knot in Arthur’s chest. He was jealous, suddenly, of these people and their screen-names and their anonymity, who could say “You know, you’re really very lovely” without it being weird.

Is This Seat Taken? by bevinkathryn [Merlin/Arthur]
Merlin and Arthur meet over coffee, and then again at a wedding.

Merlin hummed again as he scrolled to the next photograph, when his phone went off.

1 New Message: Arthur Pendragon

“It’s the bloke from the café again, isn’t it?” Will sighed. “You’ve gone all moony-eyed.”

“His name is Arthur,” Merlin protested, fighting a blush. “We’ve been seeing each other for two weeks, don’t pretend not to know his name.”

“How could I not know his name? You’ve not stopped going on about him since you met him.” Will adopted a sing-song voice. “Oh, Arthur said the funniest thing…you’ll never believe what Arthur did—“

“Shut up, Will,” Merlin cut him off, now distinctly red-cheeked. “I really like him.”

Fake News RPF: All Paths Lead to Rome / When We Were Young / You're Going to See It's Our Destiny
morethansky wrote in amphhh
All Paths Lead to Rome by taurenova [Jon/Stephen]
What If? Jon and Stephen had both ended up at Late Night? (Wifeless)

“Also – I’d just – I’d like to,” Jon look over his shoulder and jerked his head at Stephen, asking him to move forward. “I’d like to thank this guy here, who’s been my partner in so many ways for so long, now. He’s my head writer and our Chief Correspondent and, well,” Jon ducked his head and Stephen could see a flush rising up his cheeks, “the love of my life. We - I - wouldn’t be here without him.

When We Were Young by taurenova [Jon/Stephen]
23. The person was famous and I wanted to be able to say I had sex with him/her.

“I can’t say that isn’t a blow to my pride,” Jon said honestly, touching a hand to his heart. Stephen shook his head.

“No – I mean, that’s what they said,” Stephen said, grabbing Jon’s hand and kissing his fingers. “But I did it because I wanted you. All the way through that gig – all I could think of was doing this.”

“That’s, wow,” Jon felt as if he could shrink in on himself. “I don’t actually hear that very often?”

“Well,” Stephen said, leaning in to press his forehead against Jon’s. “You should.”

You're Going To See It's Our Destiny by taurenova [Jon/Stephen]
Being a concise guide to an unfolding relationship.

“This is me, Stephen,” Jon said, looking down to meet Stephen’s eyes at last. “Telling the guy I like, how I feel.”

Stephen swallowed dryly, now worried that his heart had stopped altogether, and held Jon’s eyes. Jon had never been particularly good at hiding things from Stephen – but that was when Stephen realised Jon had been hiding something for months, and he didn’t realise it until the barrier in Jon’s eyes was gone.

“I –” Stephen stopped, drew a deep breath, tried again. “You. It’s you, Jon. The reason I’m not dating. It’s always been you. I –”

Sherlock: Certainty / The Sky for the Reaching / Given in Evidence
morethansky wrote in amphhh
Certainty by joolabee [Sherlock/John]
You can't kill an idea, can you? Not once it's made a home. There.

The Sky for the Reaching by lavvyan [Sherlock/John]
In which John isn't quite living in a war zone, Sherlock experiments, and Bill Murray (not the actor) wants to get laid. Features also: pins, sponges, the question of whether or not Sherlock Holmes likes to cuddle, nightmares, a case, and seventeen steps.

Given In Evidence by verityburns [Sherlock/John]
Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

John turned away, closing his eyes against the vision of blonde matted with dark red. He wanted… he wanted… he wanted comfort from a man who would never take it in return.

A hand brushed his shoulder and he shrugged it off, stumbling away into the relative darkness. God, he had to keep it together, at least until he was alone. As he probably always would be, because there could only be Sherlock for him now. All lines crossed. All bridges burning. Anyone else would be an echo after this.

Star Trek AOS: The Genetic Soap Opera / Bang a Gong / Of Twin Stars and Other Eccentric Satellites
morethansky wrote in amphhh
The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings) by waketosleep [Kirk/Spock]
Turns out Jim Kirk's more than meets the eye, genetically speaking. There are a lot of consequences, mostly for Spock and his sanity.

Spock stared at him for a long time while Jim tried not to panic, tried to tread water above the crazy red-hot oblivion he'd been drowning in ten minutes ago, sedatives be damned. Then Spock's shoulders relaxed and his expression shifted subtly, and most importantly his thumb traced over Jim's knuckle in a caress that sent Jim cold and then hot all over.

"You will infuriate me every day until you die, anyway," said Spock.

"You may as well get my money," Jim agreed.

Bang a Gong by waketosleep [Kirk/Spock]
The chronicles of the Sad Bastards Club (Enterprise Chapter).

"What?" Jim let a note of exasperation creep into his voice.

"You have just asked me to marry you."

"I'm glad we're on the same page."

"I cannot marry you."

"Why not? You got someone else in mind?" Jim's palms were starting to sweat.

"Vulcans do not divorce."

"All right, no pre-nup then." Jim crossed his arms, hoping to hide the shaking in his hands.

Of Twin Stars and Other Eccentric Satellites by winterhill [Kirk/Spock]
A year into the mission, Spock and Jim have got on with things and are well on their way to that great destined friendship -- or maybe more. There’s spanner in the works, though, when a group of colonists exploring an unknown part of New Vulcan go missing, and the Enterprise crew is called in to help. The problem? The Vulcan High Council has insisted they take a guide — Spock’s wife, T’Pring.

“No,” said Jim, and Spock extended a hand between them, two fingers out in an unmistakable Vulcan gesture. One that, come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Spock use with T’Pring. Jim wondered if he should say anything, because Spock usually just raised an eyebrow at all of Jim’s usual pick-up lines and double entendre, and he decided it would be less potentially traumatic to go with the flow. He pressed his fingers to Spock’s, there in the dark. T’Pring was asleep, wasn’t she? Did this count as cheating? Shit.

It was too cold to hold the kiss for long, and eventually they had to withdraw back into the pockets of warmth afforded by their personal heatpacks; Jim tucked his freezing hand under one arm, still able to feel the press of Spock’s flesh against his fingers, the warm hum of reassurance that Spock’s gentle touch brought to him.