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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).
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
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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).
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Date: 2011-08-04 06:32 am (UTC)1. Les Mis - Feuilly/Combeferere, prompt: Lord Byron
2. Les Mis/Firefly - Browncoat!Amis - seriously, whatever crossover or non-crossover pairing you want with it but let's get five sentences of Amis in space :D
3. Firefly - Mal/Zoe, friendly fire
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Date: 2011-08-09 05:02 am (UTC)Combeferre removes his spectacles and looks at Feuilly with astonishment. "You've always said you enjoyed me quoting to you at night."
"Paul," he says grimly, dragging Combeferre out of the line of sight of the cafe's waitresses, "At night I have your prick in my mouth."
Combeferre concedes with a kiss.
2. Like most wars -- says Combeferre -- it's bitter, and few of them survive. Afterwards Combeferre and Courfeyrac and poor, heartbroken Joly scatter to the Outer Rim to slip under the Alliance radar. Joly is the worst off -- both his lovers dead, and his hand seared clean off by some high-tech piece of hardware even Bahorel didn't know the make of, for the few hours longer that Bahorel lived to have an opinion.
Courfeyrac sweet-talks forged permanent residence papers out of some clerk on Rosalinde, and they settle down to lie low. But every time some barroom conversation turns to rebellion, none of them can help thinking of Enjolras and his bold talk, and the way they walked slow and steady for him into Serenity Valley.
3. "Tamade hundan," Mal snaps bitterly, thinking of the dumbass kid who winged him and hoping the said dumbass kid gets both balls stomped on by a horse and maybe sucked out the loading bay of a ship hitting atmo, too.
"Did I touch it, sir?" Zoe asks, in her usual deadpan-patient tone.
"No, go on, keep goin'."
She gives him that look that says she ain't buyin his shit, but her hands don't pause on him as she slides them over his hips, going around the graze on his left thigh nice and easy and slow until she reaches his dick. It's true sex ain't gonna happen until he's healed up more'n this, but -- as he's gonna think a lot more times in this lifetime -- he's got a first officer he can always count on to have a good idea.
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Date: 2011-08-09 05:11 am (UTC)yay all of them but especially #2 :(
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Date: 2011-08-10 02:22 am (UTC)