- Mood:
hungry - Music:Grumbling stomach
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: Uh, G? I'm pretty sure it's G.
Pariring: It's kind of Kirk/Enterprise, gen-ish platonic love? Idk.
Summary: He sleeps within her now.
The diffuse light of the monitor colors his skin in shades of silver and blue. He is asleep on his desk, shirtless, computer blinking contently beside him. He has not slept in days and she is happy now to cradle him in his stillness, he has been away from her, and come back covered in blood not his own, he has run up and down her corridors, shouting orders, rallying his people, and she has fought at his command, bombarding his enemies as she would for no other. He has walked her decks, and combed cybertronic fingers through her coding, he has fixed her parts, and loved them all. She croons to him, her engines humming, subtle vibrations echoing through her body, and she wishes momentarily for human fingers and human skin, to cradle him in warm human arms, to sing in quiet human tones, and to tell him that she loves him, in words he can understand.
- Where:Home
- Mood:
>:0 - Music:I don't want to set the world on fire --Fallout 3 soundtrack
PS. IANTO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
- Where:Home
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:Blue Oyster Cult
Dominic: Latin name, so maybe immigrant family from when Rome ruled the British isles? Family fought on the Briton's side, etc. Blacksmith, yes, horse breeder? Probably, he sells them to knights, warhorses? def. racehorses. Inn? Mia runs it? Prob not, small field/large field? though, market stall, vegetables, fruit? Wheat/grain? <--Yeah. Oh, his father killed by Uther for magic or something, so leave Camelot, settle in Mercia with Mia and their mom, mom dies in raid or something, goes back to Camelot only when Arthur is King?
Vince: If keep Vince as whole name instead of nickname, then Hungarian, which means Magyar, which, horses, yay! Vincent common among early christians, so otherwise is okay. Family, exiled? to England? foreign bride mother/grandmother, makes sense, crusades after all. Blacksmith him too, or just him? Rents forge from Dom? no. wooing Mia, duh, village guard? or hunter, sells stuff in town, meat and skins. Former merc? Like hunter, maybe has small plot of wild land? Drinks at tavern a lot. fights, does something for Dom, hedgewizard? :D
Jesse: him and leon both have jewish names, which okay, small jewish communities, after blood libel migrated to england? Cousin to Leon, makes sense, not that many jewish. Genius still, artisan? Works with Blacksmith, designs jewelry to sell, maybe machinery stuff? Levers and pulleys'. Son of drunkard merchant? stays in town when father on trips? with Dom. Well off, but not noble.
Leon: Cousin of Jesse, Jews had hard time becoming farmers and owning land, so not farmer, Innkeep? Semi-wealthy, in charge of taxes or something? Payroll? for noble of region. Ohhh, he does money stuff for wealthy so he knows where/when carriages of supplier/visitors is/will be, so knows when to do the robbing thing. V. charming, maybe has a thing with lords' wife/daughter? Position in local Lord's 'court' doesn't travel with court though.
Letty: Also version of latin name, so maybe family also from Rome. Spain was all Muslim at the time probably, so flee from there to england? Yeah, like that one. Another foreign bride thing would fit here, if I wanted it to.
Mia: Maria is latin for greek name so maybe mixed family, mia is english though, so no real problem. One parent English. Has several suitors, Vince one of them, don't think I want Brian to hit that, marriage to easy to force then, so just friendly rapport between them, extra brother thing, uses him to weed out unfavored suitors? Still fight Vince that way. She is like she is, maybe a little magic, healer? hedgewitch? Apprentice to Gaius like person? <---I like.
Brian: Knight of Mercia. Or something, lawman? have to look into that. Father is lesser noble, Brian is second son, no inheritance to give up that way, maybe son of second wife? First wife dies in child birth, a sister? when Brian leaves estate would go to her husband, so that works too. Asked to come find out who is hijacking the nobles, finds Dom, less drama than movie, has a duty, and prob some other knights are there too, so has to operate under that, but there is no undercover, can't really hide a Knight. Brian is smart, mother could be from Ireland, should she be magic-y? don't know who to make magic. Brian a little bit of seer? Hmmmm. Scrying! his only magic talent, how he puts together the thefts and comes up with Dom. Totally in love. If before 13th century, then okay, actually encouraged by church at that point. After 1250 curch goes crazy so, must be before that.
BRIAN
The meaning of this name is not known for certain but it is possibly related to the old Celtic element bre meaning "hill", or by extension "high, noble". It was borne by the semi-legendary Irish king Brian Boru, who thwarted Viking attempts to conquer Ireland in the 11th century. He was slain in the Battle of Clontarf, though his forces were decisively victorious. The name was common in Ireland before his time, and even more so afterwards. It came into use in England in the Middle Ages, introduced by Breton settlers. It subsequently became rare, but was revived in the 20th century.
DOMINIC
From the Late Latin name Dominicus meaning "of the Lord". This name was traditionally given to a child born on Sunday. Several saints have borne this name, including the 13th-century founder of the Dominican order of friars. It was in this saint's honour that the name was first used in England, starting around the 13th century. It is primarily used by Catholics.
MIA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Scandinavian, Dutch, German, English
Pronounced: MEE-ah (Scandinavian, Dutch, German), MEE-ə (English)
Scandinavian, Dutch and German diminutive of MARIA
MARIA
MARIA
Gender: Feminine & Masculine
Usage: Italian, Portuguese, Catalan, German, Scandinavian, Dutch, Greek, Polish, Romanian, English, Finnish, Icelandic, Corsican, Basque
Other Scripts: Μαρια (Greek)
Pronounced: mah-REE-ah (Italian, German, Dutch), MAHR-yah (Polish), mə-REE-ə (English)
Latin form of Greek Μαρια, from Hebrew מִרְיָם (see MARY). Maria is the usual form of the name in many European languages, as well as a secondary form in other langauges such as English (where the common spelling is Mary). In some countries, for example Germany, Poland and Italy, Maria is occasionally used as a masculine middle name.
This was the name of two ruling queens of Portugal. It was also borne by the Habsburg queen Maria Theresa (1717-1780), whose inheritance of the domains of her father, the Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI, began the War of the Austrian Succession.
VINCE
English short form and Hungarian normal form of VINCENT
VINCENT
Gender: Masculine
Usage: English, French, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Slovak
Pronounced: VIN-sənt (English), ven-SAWN (French)
From the Roman name Vincentius, which was from Latin vincere "to conquer". This name was popular among early Christians, and it was borne by many saints. As an English name, Vincent has been in use since the Middle Ages, though it did not become common until the 19th century. Famous bearers include the French priest Saint Vincent de Paul (1581-1660) and the post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890).
JESSE
From the Hebrew name יִשַׁי (Yishay) which possibly meant "gift". Jesse was the father of King David in the Old Testament. It began to be used as an English given name after the Protestant Reformation.LEON
Gender: Masculine
Usage: English, German, Polish, Slovene
Pronounced: lee-AHN (English), LE-awn (German, Polish)
Form of LEO. In England during the Middle Ages this was a common name among Jews. A famous bearer was Leon Trotsky (1879-1940), a Russian Communist revolutionary. León is also the name of a province in Spain, though the etymology is unrelated.
LETICIA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Spanish, Portuguese
Pronounced: le-TEE-thyah (Spanish), le-TEE-syah (Latin American Spanish)
Spanish and Portuguese form of LETITIA
LETITIA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: English
From the Late Latin name Laetitia which meant "joy, happiness". This was the name of an obscure saint, who is revered mainly in Spain. It was in use in England during the Middle Ages, usually in the spelling Lettice, and it was revived in the 18th century.
- Where:CR Library
- Music:Fast and Furious OST
Fandom: Merlin (2008 BBC tv show)
Rating: Uh, G
Pairing: None, Gen
Summary: Arthur and Merlin, Gwen and Morgana, who they are when no-one's looking.
The sky was as blue as Arthur had ever seen it, arching over Camelot as far as his eyes could see, cloudless and beautiful. His lands rolled beneath him, gentle hills curving the horizon. He stood at the top of one, breathless and grinning. The grass beneath his feet was a riot of green, emeralds, limes, and yellows here and there, laying thick and comforting over Camelot like a cloak. Wild flowers bloomed at the base of the hill he was on, blues and violets and oranges, pinks, yellows, and reds, all growing together, like someone had dropped a bag of seeds there carelessly. Away at the edge of his vision, a forest darkened the landscape, green and black and vital in his view. There was a village near the edge, the thatch on the roofs glowed beautiful, and yellow in sunlight, the nearby river a blue ribbon winding it's way around the hills of Camelot, disappearing into the distance. Arthur spread his arms and laughed, the wind pulled at his clothes, tossed his hair, and brought to him the scent of flowers, of grass and water and baking bread, of life. Arthur looked out over Camelot, and was in love.
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The forest pressed down on him, heavy and cool, branches arching overhead, trees swaying and whispering in the dark damp. Merlin lay beneath them, listening. The fleeting thump of hooves, deer flying fleet footed through the underbrush, spooked by something. The soft, faraway grunt of hogs, nosing about for supper, the twitter of birds above, calling and chattering and crying. The soft tinkling rushing noise of a creek, the splash of fish, the hushing buzz of insects and somewhere, the soft, lumbering steps of a bear. Beneath all the life, there was the soft scent of decay, of death, twined deep into the scent of the loam, sacrifice . Deep below him, there was the sound of roots growing into the ground, deep and dark and slow. A whisper of wind brought him back to himself, and Merlin sighed in contentment. He felt the forest reaching for him, the trees whispering the sleep song to him, the earth softening beneath him, calling. He wanted to put down roots, to become quiet life, to feel time pass him by, to feel winter on his skin, to feel spring in his blooms, to support life, to be life, to stand in stillness for ages beyond mans' comprehension. A voice rang out then, interrupting the song, calling him back. Merlin pulled himself from the soil, and went to be human again.
***********
The fire roared, higher and higher, fierce and blue at the base, heat. Her arm swung high, muscles taut, hammer clenched just so in her fist, and down. The sound of metal on metal, loud and ringing echoed through the forge, a steady and measured beat. Sweat soaked her shirt, dampened the legs of her trousers, she could feel it sliding down her back, smooth and slow, a lovers' caress. In the darkened shadows of her smithy, she moved, stronger that any suspected she would be. Her body strained with effort in the dark, her eyes fixed on the red hot metal, on her hammer coming down, on the beauty she was making. The light flickered, the flames grew higher, buckets of tools and water, anvils in use and not loomed in the shadows, racks of weapons, finished, half finished, and just begun lurked on the edges of the light, lining the walls. Lengths of chain mail gleamed dully, draped over a table, half finished and unformed, but beautiful still. She worked, lost herself in the heat, in the strength of her arms, in the dark, shadowed places, firelight highlighting her in red and gold, the colors of battle, of blood and beauty. In the dark heat, Gwen smiled.
***********
Sunlight gleamed, still and silent on wood, dust twisting and glittering thickly in the beams. In this place, there was little sound, the rustling of pages, the faraway shuffling of footsteps muffled into something soothing. In the air the scent of wood and paper and ink lingered, old and heavy, calming her thoughts, slowing her down. She relaxed here, her hair unbound, curled up in an old, legless chair, padding faded and worn, her skirts pooled around her, unseemly and loose. Tall shelves made of roughhewn timber, dark and splintering, towered over her, sheltering. They held her treasures, books stacked neatly on their sides, scrolls piled one atop another, some written in script that flowed like water, others in sharp, runic symbols long forbidden in Camelot. She could read some of them, though she had never been taught their meaning. They whispered their secrets to her, told her things she didn't want to know, told her things about faraway lands, about heroes and true kings and magicians, about gods and men, demons and dragons. The cold here sank into her bones, cooling her temper, keeping her still, like a serpent away from the sun. She listened, and learned, she feared, and she dreamt, of times long gone, and of things yet to come, of a sword and a crown, of frost and sunlight. Morgana slept, and woke, and knew.
*************
- Where:Home
- Mood:
drained - Music:Franz Ferdinand
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: pre Bee/Sam
Rating: Um, PG? Kinda adult themes
Summary: Bee sees Sam for the first time.
A/N: Cliche title, I know, but this is a pretty cliche premise. I like it though, it was the first thing that popped into my head today when I saw Bee following them into the lot and when Sam touched the crest.
Bee had been making his way across the country he'd landed in, observing and cataloging humans. He didn't understand many of their ways, their cruelties and their kindnesses. He'd wandered through big cities and small ones, seen dusty towns where the people were alternately content and tired, seen city streets where people walked side by side day after day and never spoke. He was fascinated and disgusted in turns, on Cybertron, no one would have been so alone, so apart and separate from others. He wasn't sure he'd ever understand the humans, but he was content just observing.
So it was a surprise when, driving through another smallish city, looking for the origin of the Witwicky boy's IP address, he was distracted by a human in particular. A boy, smiling in glee, obviously in good spirits, talking to an older human who appeared smug and amused. He was caught in the angle of the boys jaw, the light on his skin, and the upward curve of his lips. He was so distracted he almost ran into a stoplight before his sensor alarms broke through the haze in his thoughts. He needed to know who this boy was, needed it with an urgency that scared him. He followed the little green car and watched the boy turn from smiling to frowning as he and the older man drove through a lot full of high end earth vehicles. He watched the boy as his processors ran his face through every government database earth had, and finally identified him. Sam Witwicky. Bee squawked in surprise, his engine rumbling in sheer, blank shock. He tried to calculate the probability behind this, this...he didn't even know what to call this. It surely couldn't be a coincidence, but he'd never believed in the will of Primus before. Humans had that too, he thought fuzzily, they called it fate.
He followed them into another car lot, pushing his apprehension and his need down and away. He knew that finding the Allspark was the most important thing he could do now, and a strange fascination with a human, though an important one, would do him no good. He watched Sam and his father wander through the lot, and hoped that Sam would choose him.
He watched as the boy approached, his processors stuttered when Sam touched him. He slid into Bumblebee, his human body warm against Bee's interior, Sam's fingers slid over the Autobot crest, a gentle caress that slid up and around and then he curled his fingers tight around the wheel, and Bee trembled.
As a bonus, here is something I was gonna tack onto the ending, but decided against. I liked it too much to erase it though. It was supposed to come after the end, but I felt that where I ended it was better than where this would've gone.
He had to restrain the low, rumbling possessive growl that wanted to roll through his engine. He knew then that he'd never be able to let go of this fragile human, never be able to leave him, and he knew he'd never be able to be with the boy, never be able to touch or hold, or sparkmeld, Sam wouldn't even live long enough to be more than a blink in Bee's memory banks.
- Where:Home
- Mood:
nervous - Music:Sin City
- Mood:
distressed
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Warnings: Uh, the movie? And the Joey thing.
Title: Summer
Pairing: Billy/Joey
Fandom: Toy Soldiers
Rating: G maybe?
AN. Please excuse the comma mania. I don't know what's up with that.
Heat on the bare skin between his shoulder blades, suffused and still, sand in his hair, on his legs and back, the towels forgotten in the car, the roar of the ocean low and loud, the soft susurration of the wind on sand and rock and beach grass. The sound of pencil on paper quiet and distinct beside him, sweat collecting along his side, where he was pressed against a leg, long and slender, covered in sand and pale against his golden tan. Billy sighed in contentment and slipped into sleep. Joey smiled softly and continued to draw.
Title: The Firefly one
Pairing: Billy/Joey (Implied)
Fandom: Toy Soldiers
Rating: Uh, G again?
AN. This isn't really a crossover per say, it's more of a fusion. There aren't any spoilers for either show.
Being on a ship was strange, very different that he thought it would be. It was louder, for one, the constant hum of the engines, the clanging of random machinery, sometimes there was even the loud 'bang!' of something hitting the hull. It rattled when it landed, and it rattled when it took off. It needed constant repair and coaxing and sometimes he thought everything would fall apart. Fixing the ship was nothing like fixing his old mule. And space! Vast and huge and cold. He'd checked the climate controls again and again, but he couldn't ever find anything wrong with them, and ended up just buying a lot of sweaters on the next planet fall. He missed the sun a lot, and rain. There was no real 'day' or 'night', it was just when you were tired and when you weren't. He missed real food too, turkey and sandwiches, chocolate and real, commercial booze, not the frightening stuff he'd found in the engine room when he'd first taken over.
Being on this ship was strange and weird and it was nothing like home, but he wouldn't have it any other way, really. Billy smiled to himself as he walked into the kitchen. Joey looked up at him and glared.
"Where the hell have you been, dick-wad? It's your turn to cook."
Yeah, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Title: After
Pairing: Billy/Joey
Fandom: Toy Soldiers
Rating: Pg-13 ish?
AN. Okay, this one is spoiler-y, and also sad.
After, when the guys were congratulating him, slapping his back, laughing in joy (never mind the wounds, he couldn't feel the pain anymore), when Cali was dead (shot through the head, body heavy and unmoving on top of his (this was a man once)), Billy grinned and laughed, his smile wide.
"We did it!" the only thing in his head, their heads (victory), the secret handshakes, the hugs, Snuffy and Hank and Ric and even Yogurt and Ted, when those were done, he turned to Joey, to grin and laugh (one day, maybe kiss), but Joey wasn't there. Joey wasn't there.
"Oh god." his mind went numb (everything went numb) 'How could I have forgotten?' Billy stared blankly at the place beside him that had always been full, and would now only ever be empty. He could only think, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...' over and over again, helpless (alone).
Rating: PG-13 I think
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Pairing: Cappie/Rusty
Notes: It's my first ever posted drabble, unbeta'd in all it's flu induced glory. First ever Greek drabble too, so C&C is welcome.
Summary: Cappie is thinking that it's probably time to name the thing that's been bugging him.
Cappie doesn't know what it is that makes him look at Rusty as more than a pledge, as more than Casey's brother, at least at first.
- Where:Home
- Mood: nervous
- Music:American Band -- Grand Funk
Rating: PG-13 I think
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Pairing: Cappie/Rusty
Notes: It's my first ever posted drabble, unbeta'd in all it's flu induced glory. First ever Greek drabble too, so C&C is welcome.
Summary: Cappie is thinking that it's probably time to name the thing that's been bugging him.
Cappie doesn't know what it is that makes him look at Rusty as more than a pledge, as more than Casey's brother, at least at first. Later he thinks it maybe has something to do with the way he smiles when he's finished an extremely complex math thing, and he has blue ink smeared across his lips where the pen he was using leaked, or the way he lights up when he's doing something with the brothers, it could be the way he looks at everything like he's never seen it before (because he hasn't, he's called Spitter for a reason), or the way his mouth slants when he frowns, it could be the way he looks in a dress, but Cappie's not admiting anything there. It's all of those things, really, and it's a list that could go on and on, but right now, Cappie thinks it probably has something to do with Rusty's legs around his waist, skinny and pale, with his curls, messy and sweaty and bouncing with every thrust, with his eyes, that he refuses to close all the way, because Rusty always has to know how he's doing, and this is no exception. Cappie is looking at Rusty, and he's thinking that it's probably time to call it love.
- Where:Home
- Mood: Nervous
- Music:American Band -- Grand Funk
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