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Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: Merlin/Will, fire
Notes: This was actually my second idea, but the first idea didn't actually involve Will being present and I figured you might like something like this more. :D;; I think it might still feel a bit awkward, but. Here it is! 714 words.
Title:
Amazing To Me
"... Whoa."
Merlin froze, standing stock still, his skin a whiter shade of pale than usual. His shock of black hair and wide blue eyes seemed to contrast even more with his pallor, lending him an almost otherworldly quality. The way the sunlight was filtering through the clouds skittering overhead only added to the effect, sunlight and shadow passing one after the other over Merlin's shocked face.
Will emerged from the heart of the woods, stepping into the clearing where his best friend was standing - where his best friend had just incinerated a tree stump in a flash of orange-hot flame with the wave of one hand. Will felt like laughing with joy or amazement - anything to fill up the too-still silence that had fallen. He hadn't meant to startle Merlin, but suddenly he was afraid he'd done much more than that.
"... Merlin?" Will's heart clenched; his friend wasn't laughing or joking or even acting the fool, like he usually did. No, he was still staring at Will like the latter was an angry wolf about to devour him; which was most certainly not the case - no, far from it. Will took another step closer, putting out one hand carefully, like he would when the livestock was spooked."Merlin," he said gently, "what's wrong?"
Finally Merlin moved - he blinked, staring at Will, and his mouth opened slowly. "What's... Will - you just..."
Will cocked a half-grin. "Saw you do something amazing? I'd say."
Merlin still seemed completely and utterly blindsided. "A-amazing?" He slowly turned fully toward Will, his face finally beginning to show some emotion, though it was a mixture between fear and confusion. "You mean, you're not frightened?"
Will barely kept himself from snorting. "What? Frightened? Of you?" He shook his head, taking another step toward his friend. "Never, Merlin." He paused, studying the other's face. Camelot had changed his friend; Will had thought mostly for the better, but now he could see that there was a fear there, in Merlin's eyes, that hadn't been there before.
Will knew as well as anyone else that magic of any sort was not allowed under the king's law. But out here, the king was nothing more than a name and a man sent for taxes; at least, he hadn't been before yesterday. Then the king had become the father of the fair-haired, muscle-and-sinew prince that had accompanied Merlin to Ealdor. Now the king might become their salvation - or, Will thought, Merlin's undoing.
There had always been something different - special - about Merlin. Now Will finally realized what it was. And how deadly that knowledge could be, to the both of them.
He stepped closer once more, finally closing the distance between them so that he could reach out and touch Merlin if he tried. "Merlin, you know I would never..." He trailed off, watching as the storm in Merlin's eyes began to clear. Will breathed a sigh of relief - there was his Merlin, not worried and frightened but open, sincere. Magical.
"I know, Will," Merlin said softly, and it was he who took the final step to bring them face to face. "I... I know." He smiled up at Will, who returned the gesture tenfold with a grin.
"Show me?" Will asked, nothing in his voice but pure and simple curiosity, wonder.
Merlin was silent for a moment, but then he nodded. He turned, and focused on a small sapling; he raised his hand and there was a wave of heat and suddenly the tree had burst into flames, burning itself out in a matter of minutes. The fire did not spread, simply consumed its target and then dissipated.
Will should have been watching the tree, but his gaze was instead glued to Merlin's face, where the boy's eyes had flashed gold in the moment of magic. That, Will thought, had perhaps been more magical than any trick Merlin could perform.
Beside him, Merlin glanced over and cast him a slightly nervous grin. "So... am I amazing?"
Will shook his head. "Merlin," he said, putting his arm around the other's shoulders, "you're already amazing - you've always been amazing, to me."
The smile he received in return was warmer than any flame a wizard could conjure.
--
Forhikariblue:
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Prompt: A malicious (or just tricksy) alien entity tampers with all the pie on Archer's Enterprise. Hilarity ensues~
Notes: I have no idea. XD But I hope you like it~ 500 words (check that out!).
Title:
Sweet Spot
"Is something wrong, Commander? I wasn't aware the shelves were malfunctioning."
"Ow!" Trip rubbed the top of his head, which he'd just banged on the food dispensation shelves. He turned to T'Pol, his expression sour. "Hell yes, there's something wrong. It's Tuesday."
"... And? Has Tuesday somehow offended you?"
"No. But Tuesday's pie day."
"...Ah." T'Pol said, as though the statement had cleared everything up, when really it had done nothing of the sort.
Trip glanced at her and sighed. "There's no pie," he said.
Leaning around him to glance at the shelves, the vulcan nodded once. "It would appear not."
Trip wrinkled his nose. "Well, there's supposed t'be pie on Tuesday."
"Perhaps it has already been eaten," the science officer suggested, but Trip just shook his head.
"It's only lunch," he pointed out. "Chef's gotta be playin' a joke or something." And he turned and strode off in search of the ship's cook, leaving T'Pol to her own (pie-less) devices.
Half an hour later, however, it was clear that it was not a joke - at least, not on Chef's behalf. And so it was that Captain Archer found himself with one very disgruntled (and hungry) chief engineer in his ready room. A chief engineer who, it seemed, would simply not be consoled.
Archer pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. "Look, Trip... I'm sure T'Pol is right. You probably just missed the lunch rush. I'm sorry, but unless you want to try and get Chef to -"
He was interrupted by a chirp. "... Captain?" It sounded like Mayweather's voice through the comm, and Archer flipped the switch to reply.
"Yes?"
"There's... maybe something you should see."
Archer frowned. "What is it, Ensign?"
"Is Commander Tucker with you?"
Archer glanced at Trip. "Yes. What's wrong?"
"I'm between the artificial gravity generator and the bow plate. I think maybe you and Commander Tucker had just better get down here."
The two officers exchanged looks for only a moment before taking off for the turbolift. When they arrived at the correct deck, Archer followed Trip down to one of the service junctions, from which they took a ladder up, until they saw...
Travis Mayweather, sitting upside-down on the ceiling with a number of pies spread beside him.
The ensign glanced overhead at the two officers approaching him. "Captain; Commander. I just found these here. I thought you'd want to know right away."
Trip and Archer exchanged glances - there simply was no rational explanation, short of some kind of practical joke. Maybe Trip had been right. Or maybe it had been something else. Regardless...
In the end, Trip was forced to chuckle before he grabbed a conduit and swung his legs around to float feet-first to the ceiling with Travis. "Well, I guess as long as I get my pie..."
Archer could only shake his head as Travis grinned and observed, "... I guess there's more than one reason they call it the sweet spot."
cecilegrey:Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: Merlin/Will, fire
Notes: This was actually my second idea, but the first idea didn't actually involve Will being present and I figured you might like something like this more. :D;; I think it might still feel a bit awkward, but. Here it is! 714 words.
Title:
Amazing To Me
"... Whoa."
Merlin froze, standing stock still, his skin a whiter shade of pale than usual. His shock of black hair and wide blue eyes seemed to contrast even more with his pallor, lending him an almost otherworldly quality. The way the sunlight was filtering through the clouds skittering overhead only added to the effect, sunlight and shadow passing one after the other over Merlin's shocked face.
Will emerged from the heart of the woods, stepping into the clearing where his best friend was standing - where his best friend had just incinerated a tree stump in a flash of orange-hot flame with the wave of one hand. Will felt like laughing with joy or amazement - anything to fill up the too-still silence that had fallen. He hadn't meant to startle Merlin, but suddenly he was afraid he'd done much more than that.
"... Merlin?" Will's heart clenched; his friend wasn't laughing or joking or even acting the fool, like he usually did. No, he was still staring at Will like the latter was an angry wolf about to devour him; which was most certainly not the case - no, far from it. Will took another step closer, putting out one hand carefully, like he would when the livestock was spooked."Merlin," he said gently, "what's wrong?"
Finally Merlin moved - he blinked, staring at Will, and his mouth opened slowly. "What's... Will - you just..."
Will cocked a half-grin. "Saw you do something amazing? I'd say."
Merlin still seemed completely and utterly blindsided. "A-amazing?" He slowly turned fully toward Will, his face finally beginning to show some emotion, though it was a mixture between fear and confusion. "You mean, you're not frightened?"
Will barely kept himself from snorting. "What? Frightened? Of you?" He shook his head, taking another step toward his friend. "Never, Merlin." He paused, studying the other's face. Camelot had changed his friend; Will had thought mostly for the better, but now he could see that there was a fear there, in Merlin's eyes, that hadn't been there before.
Will knew as well as anyone else that magic of any sort was not allowed under the king's law. But out here, the king was nothing more than a name and a man sent for taxes; at least, he hadn't been before yesterday. Then the king had become the father of the fair-haired, muscle-and-sinew prince that had accompanied Merlin to Ealdor. Now the king might become their salvation - or, Will thought, Merlin's undoing.
There had always been something different - special - about Merlin. Now Will finally realized what it was. And how deadly that knowledge could be, to the both of them.
He stepped closer once more, finally closing the distance between them so that he could reach out and touch Merlin if he tried. "Merlin, you know I would never..." He trailed off, watching as the storm in Merlin's eyes began to clear. Will breathed a sigh of relief - there was his Merlin, not worried and frightened but open, sincere. Magical.
"I know, Will," Merlin said softly, and it was he who took the final step to bring them face to face. "I... I know." He smiled up at Will, who returned the gesture tenfold with a grin.
"Show me?" Will asked, nothing in his voice but pure and simple curiosity, wonder.
Merlin was silent for a moment, but then he nodded. He turned, and focused on a small sapling; he raised his hand and there was a wave of heat and suddenly the tree had burst into flames, burning itself out in a matter of minutes. The fire did not spread, simply consumed its target and then dissipated.
Will should have been watching the tree, but his gaze was instead glued to Merlin's face, where the boy's eyes had flashed gold in the moment of magic. That, Will thought, had perhaps been more magical than any trick Merlin could perform.
Beside him, Merlin glanced over and cast him a slightly nervous grin. "So... am I amazing?"
Will shook his head. "Merlin," he said, putting his arm around the other's shoulders, "you're already amazing - you've always been amazing, to me."
The smile he received in return was warmer than any flame a wizard could conjure.
--
For
hikariblue:Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Prompt: A malicious (or just tricksy) alien entity tampers with all the pie on Archer's Enterprise. Hilarity ensues~
Notes: I have no idea. XD But I hope you like it~ 500 words (check that out!).
Title:
Sweet Spot
"Is something wrong, Commander? I wasn't aware the shelves were malfunctioning."
"Ow!" Trip rubbed the top of his head, which he'd just banged on the food dispensation shelves. He turned to T'Pol, his expression sour. "Hell yes, there's something wrong. It's Tuesday."
"... And? Has Tuesday somehow offended you?"
"No. But Tuesday's pie day."
"...Ah." T'Pol said, as though the statement had cleared everything up, when really it had done nothing of the sort.
Trip glanced at her and sighed. "There's no pie," he said.
Leaning around him to glance at the shelves, the vulcan nodded once. "It would appear not."
Trip wrinkled his nose. "Well, there's supposed t'be pie on Tuesday."
"Perhaps it has already been eaten," the science officer suggested, but Trip just shook his head.
"It's only lunch," he pointed out. "Chef's gotta be playin' a joke or something." And he turned and strode off in search of the ship's cook, leaving T'Pol to her own (pie-less) devices.
Half an hour later, however, it was clear that it was not a joke - at least, not on Chef's behalf. And so it was that Captain Archer found himself with one very disgruntled (and hungry) chief engineer in his ready room. A chief engineer who, it seemed, would simply not be consoled.
Archer pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. "Look, Trip... I'm sure T'Pol is right. You probably just missed the lunch rush. I'm sorry, but unless you want to try and get Chef to -"
He was interrupted by a chirp. "... Captain?" It sounded like Mayweather's voice through the comm, and Archer flipped the switch to reply.
"Yes?"
"There's... maybe something you should see."
Archer frowned. "What is it, Ensign?"
"Is Commander Tucker with you?"
Archer glanced at Trip. "Yes. What's wrong?"
"I'm between the artificial gravity generator and the bow plate. I think maybe you and Commander Tucker had just better get down here."
The two officers exchanged looks for only a moment before taking off for the turbolift. When they arrived at the correct deck, Archer followed Trip down to one of the service junctions, from which they took a ladder up, until they saw...
Travis Mayweather, sitting upside-down on the ceiling with a number of pies spread beside him.
The ensign glanced overhead at the two officers approaching him. "Captain; Commander. I just found these here. I thought you'd want to know right away."
Trip and Archer exchanged glances - there simply was no rational explanation, short of some kind of practical joke. Maybe Trip had been right. Or maybe it had been something else. Regardless...
In the end, Trip was forced to chuckle before he grabbed a conduit and swung his legs around to float feet-first to the ceiling with Travis. "Well, I guess as long as I get my pie..."
Archer could only shake his head as Travis grinned and observed, "... I guess there's more than one reason they call it the sweet spot."
