"And I Would Be the Last to Let it Show..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

So I finally finished the last book in Gerald Morris' Arthurian series. I had been getting steadily more disappointed, as the last three or four books were kind of awful, but the last one was actually really good. I mean, evil!2-D!Mordred, but I've really given up on that front. And yeah. I cried. At my client's house, stealthily, while she was napping and watching The Waltons. >_> I would say Mr. Morris has seen himself off with a pleasing dignity.

BUT now I am all sad b/c all my dumb Arthurian boys are dead, so obvs. this is your cue to ask for porn of them, as I am doing: THIS MEME (which shall be called This Meme):

01 » Submit a pairing (or threesome, or solo person) and a prompt by replying to this post.

02 » Please use the following format: fandom, pairing, prompt.

03 » I'll then reply with five* sentences of smut. [The original meme does say that you can request gen/other non-smutty things, but I'll say straight up that I'd prefer to flex my porn muscles (that was a TERRIBLE thing to say) and so would prefer that request. Having said that, y'all can of course request whatever you'd like, and I may even turn some requests into gen depending on how I feel about my ability to write the smut. Also, I guess "solo person" here refers to masturbation in the context of smut? Which I'm fine with too!] <-- so said blindmadness and julietveiled, so say I.

04 » If I can't do the prompt then I will beg for your forgiveness, and offer it up to others let you select another if you'd like.

This is not really restricted to Arthuriana. I also write Sherlock, Westmark, certain historical novels, Shakespeare, and can probably be conned into others if you remind me of what they are (when I'm done I will tag this post with the appropriate fandoms).

Comments

[raanve]

Britannia!Arthurian, Karen/Gary, car [WHAT. I AM EVIL. DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T KNOW]

Sherlock/Arthurian(AU?), John/Lynet, libraries [*snerk* This crack pairing jumped into my head.]

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I like how I'm going and doing all the easy ones first. >_>

1. Karen finds him just outside the bar, where he always goes to hide, and pulls him into her car without giving him time to readjust his balance. She flattens him against the backseat, leaning over him like a hunting cat, her coat and blonde wisps of hair falling all around her.

All his eyes can see are Lynet, and the blood pounding in his head is shouting Lynet. Within moments she's naked to the waist, and his jeans are lost somewhere, his fingers drawing a new charcoal fantasy on her breasts as she handles his dick as roughly as she did a thousand years ago. Lynet, Lynet, Lynet, is all he thinks, is everything.



2 [wtf, Jess]. John does not know how he got involved with this woman. All he knows is that in the heat of war her ferocity is compelling. One achingly hot night between spatters of gunfire and combat, while he's lying awake and staring at the canvas of his tent above him, she slips through the flap and settles between his legs.

John reaches down to touch her hair, and says, "I suppose you've, uh, you've got an idea about how to do this without waking Will?" jerking his head at the man in the next cot.

She covers his mouth with one hand, the other painfully tight around his hard-on. "Libraries."

[raanve]

Ohhhh ilu. XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

GIVE ME MOAR.

[raanve]

TWIST MY ARM.

Arthurian: Mordred/Lancelot, sunlight
Arthurian: Morgause/Arthur, finality
ArthurFly: Kaylee/Sagramore, laughter (b/c, come on, you know they'd be fun)
Sherlock: John/Lestrade, details

(I can never ask for Sherlock in this branch of Holmesdom, b/c I just really don't think he's interested in sex. Except maybe for science.)

Of course you know that when it comes to Arthuriana, I accept any flavor of AU. :)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

1. Nothing sunlit here, no warmth in their exchange, just pure contest. Lancelot is the better jouster, and in a way he half-expects that it will give him the edge, as though his skill at arms will translate into skill here on the floor of his bare room. But Mordred is cleverer, and his fingers find the places that are secret even to Lancelot, the places where just the pressure of a palm can make him cry him out. Lancelot doesn't even know why it's happening. He just knows it's a contest, and he never backs away from a contest.



2. It's the first time they've had a chance to sleep together since Medraut was born. Anna is beautiful with the flush and radiance she assures him is only due to post-partum hormones; Athyr tells her he doesn't give a fuck about her doctor talk and catches her round the waist.

They wind up in bed, as they always do when they're really happy. The war is coming to an end. When Athyr comes inside her, with a shout torn from his throat, it feels as though it's the climax of this entire struggle, and he's sure, really sure, that he can ride it out easy from here.



3. "No more passengers," Mal says, frowning, but the bearded young man charms his way into everyone else's good graces. After that he charms his way into the engine room, as if it had been his purpose all along.

Kaylee doesn't mind at all. He alternates between a gentlemanly respect as smooth as Simon never manages to be, and a cheerfully lewd sense of humour that always sets her into laughing so hard she can't hardly stop.

Not that he can really take the place of Simon-- but he's a real nice interlude, and it's nice to have someone making her feel more than pretty; nothing wrong with that, Kaylee figures, nothing wrong with a break in the dry spell with someone who knows how to use his mouth more'n one way.



4. John doesn't understand Sherlock at all.

What he does understand is the good, solid, English determination to do one's duty, to serve one's country, and to watch Doctor Who in the evenings with a t.v. dinner or a box of takeaway and a bottle of Fixton's, and then to take turns getting each other off in a companionable haze of too much beer and too many late nights at crime scenes.

Perhaps these latter details aren't quite ubiquitous. But after they've done it once it doesn't feel too peculiar to do it again, and then after a while it's a habit.

And, unlike Sherlock, it's a habit he understands.

[raanve]

Eeee you make me happy. XD These are all pretty much perfect. Just a bunch of YES YES YES. (Also, Anna & Athyr, ow my heart.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Anna and Athyr are, obviously, prohibited from happiness. I firmly believe this.