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sophinisba) wrote2012-06-23 07:07 pm
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Merlin ficlet: This Strange New Light of Day
Title: This Strange New Light of Day
Fandom: Merlin
Starring: Freya/Arthur, Freya/Merlin
Wordcount: 765
Rating: R
Contains: a little bit of BDSM (and a little bit not), swearing, nonmonogamy
Prompt: photo of a person's back marked by fingernails
Notes: omg this got first place in its group at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
summerpornathon GO TEAM GREED!!!
Last yearsummerpornathon started just after ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo and the way I approached almost every challenge was to see how the pornathon challenge would combine with my bingo card. Alas, kink_bingo is starting a month later this year and I feel pretty lost without a card, but I decided to pretend that I had a vanilla square to fill (since I was sad about not getting that on either of my cards last year). I figure if I get it on my card this year I can make a podfic of this! Many thanks to meri for helpful, honest comments on an earlier version (she heroically pointed out that it needed more sex) and to everybody who read and commented and voted over at the 'thon. ♥ ♥ ♥
Summary: Freya explores a new side to her sexuality.
Links: alone at the AO3, with 73 others at the AO3, Challenge 1 results post on LJ
She dresses in black leather before she goes out, but it's only once she reaches the club that she adds the cat ears and settles into the easy grace of the predator. Of the dozen guys watching her, she singles out her victim right away. Rich boy looks like he hasn't been taken down in way too long, maybe not ever. Freya smiles.
*
She was on her way here when she met Merlin last month. Two assholes on the subway were giving her shit about her short skirt and knee-high boots, and Freya was just about ready to show them her knife when this skinny, pretty, and apparently unarmed kid stood up and said, "Guys, that's enough."
The fuck, Freya thought, he has no idea what he's getting into. But somehow it worked. The guys laughed, called him a few names, but he just stared at them with a weird, calm little smile until they subsided into, "Jeez, can't even take a fucking joke."
He nodded at her once – like that was nothing, like he hadn't just done magic in front of her – and went back to reading his book.
She got off two stops early so she could follow him, tap his shoulder, and offer to buy him a drink.
*
"What's your name, boy?" she says when she gets him alone.
"Arthur."
"Oh, perfect." She tips her head back and laughs. "Take off your shirt, there's a pretty princess. Quickly now – when I get impatient things get torn."
He hesitates, she tugs, and a button goes flying. Then she takes in the sight of him: blond and baby-faced, broad and built, like something out of her mom's porn. Nice.
She reaches over his shoulder and drags her nails up his back. He sucks in deep breaths as she rests her curled hand on his shoulder and hisses, "Do you like pussy, Princess?"
"Yes. I – mistress? What's your – what should I call you?"
"Call me monster, and tell me how much you like it. Better yet, show me."
*
She never made it to the club that night. After four hours of coffee and conversation they called a cab. "My roommate's away this weekend," said Freya when they reached her building. "Want to come up?"
"No thanks." He smiled and waved goodnight. Weirdo.
Three days later he called to invite her for a walk in the botanical gardens.
On their third date they bought vegetables at the farmers market and he talked about wanting to live in the country. Freya had to laugh – was he going to want to get married before he ever got around to fucking her?
On the fourth date he kissed her, and when he drew away she caught a tear falling down his cheek.
Freya's used to making men cry. Get them to beg and then tell them no. Find out what they really want.
But this boy, this beautiful boy truly wants to hold her hand. And God help her, right now she just wants to tell him yes.
She finds herself going soft around him: quiet words, shy smiles. She steals Gwen's purple dress from her closet and practices her mannerisms in the mirror: bowing her head, biting her lip.
What a fucking rush, turning herself into a nice girl for this nice boy. She hasn't felt so free and powerful in years, since she started sharpening her claws and spreading her wings in the night.
The monster can make herself new any time she wants. She can even be this.
*
"Take your dick out. I want to know whether you're even worth my time."
Arthur is, she decides: hard and thick and eager, struggling to keep from thrusting forward into his own hand.
"Hands behind your back," she barks, and then purrs, "Let go, you greedy slut."
The flush on his cheeks is as lovely as the jerk of his cock. Yes, she thinks happily, Freya is still this too.
*
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Of course there are," says Merlin.
He buys her flowers, chocolates and strawberries. He lights candles in his bedroom.
"Is this okay?" he asks, rocking his erection against her crotch through the layers of fabric they haven't taken off.
"It's okay, it's okay," she chants. "It's okay, it's perfect."
*
"May I, Monster?"
"No." She slaps his hands away. "Just your mouth for now." She'll take his cock later too, but he doesn't need to know that. She lifts her skirt and grabs his head, pushes her cunt against his hot tongue.
"Good boy," she says, "that's just how I like it, that's good."
Fandom: Merlin
Starring: Freya/Arthur, Freya/Merlin
Wordcount: 765
Rating: R
Contains: a little bit of BDSM (and a little bit not), swearing, nonmonogamy
Prompt: photo of a person's back marked by fingernails
Notes: omg this got first place in its group at
summerpornathon GO TEAM GREED!!! Last year
summerpornathon started just after kink_bingo and the way I approached almost every challenge was to see how the pornathon challenge would combine with my bingo card. Alas, kink_bingo is starting a month later this year and I feel pretty lost without a card, but I decided to pretend that I had a vanilla square to fill (since I was sad about not getting that on either of my cards last year). I figure if I get it on my card this year I can make a podfic of this! Many thanks to meri for helpful, honest comments on an earlier version (she heroically pointed out that it needed more sex) and to everybody who read and commented and voted over at the 'thon. ♥ ♥ ♥Summary: Freya explores a new side to her sexuality.
Links: alone at the AO3, with 73 others at the AO3, Challenge 1 results post on LJ
She dresses in black leather before she goes out, but it's only once she reaches the club that she adds the cat ears and settles into the easy grace of the predator. Of the dozen guys watching her, she singles out her victim right away. Rich boy looks like he hasn't been taken down in way too long, maybe not ever. Freya smiles.
*
She was on her way here when she met Merlin last month. Two assholes on the subway were giving her shit about her short skirt and knee-high boots, and Freya was just about ready to show them her knife when this skinny, pretty, and apparently unarmed kid stood up and said, "Guys, that's enough."
The fuck, Freya thought, he has no idea what he's getting into. But somehow it worked. The guys laughed, called him a few names, but he just stared at them with a weird, calm little smile until they subsided into, "Jeez, can't even take a fucking joke."
He nodded at her once – like that was nothing, like he hadn't just done magic in front of her – and went back to reading his book.
She got off two stops early so she could follow him, tap his shoulder, and offer to buy him a drink.
*
"What's your name, boy?" she says when she gets him alone.
"Arthur."
"Oh, perfect." She tips her head back and laughs. "Take off your shirt, there's a pretty princess. Quickly now – when I get impatient things get torn."
He hesitates, she tugs, and a button goes flying. Then she takes in the sight of him: blond and baby-faced, broad and built, like something out of her mom's porn. Nice.
She reaches over his shoulder and drags her nails up his back. He sucks in deep breaths as she rests her curled hand on his shoulder and hisses, "Do you like pussy, Princess?"
"Yes. I – mistress? What's your – what should I call you?"
"Call me monster, and tell me how much you like it. Better yet, show me."
*
She never made it to the club that night. After four hours of coffee and conversation they called a cab. "My roommate's away this weekend," said Freya when they reached her building. "Want to come up?"
"No thanks." He smiled and waved goodnight. Weirdo.
Three days later he called to invite her for a walk in the botanical gardens.
On their third date they bought vegetables at the farmers market and he talked about wanting to live in the country. Freya had to laugh – was he going to want to get married before he ever got around to fucking her?
On the fourth date he kissed her, and when he drew away she caught a tear falling down his cheek.
Freya's used to making men cry. Get them to beg and then tell them no. Find out what they really want.
But this boy, this beautiful boy truly wants to hold her hand. And God help her, right now she just wants to tell him yes.
She finds herself going soft around him: quiet words, shy smiles. She steals Gwen's purple dress from her closet and practices her mannerisms in the mirror: bowing her head, biting her lip.
What a fucking rush, turning herself into a nice girl for this nice boy. She hasn't felt so free and powerful in years, since she started sharpening her claws and spreading her wings in the night.
The monster can make herself new any time she wants. She can even be this.
*
"Take your dick out. I want to know whether you're even worth my time."
Arthur is, she decides: hard and thick and eager, struggling to keep from thrusting forward into his own hand.
"Hands behind your back," she barks, and then purrs, "Let go, you greedy slut."
The flush on his cheeks is as lovely as the jerk of his cock. Yes, she thinks happily, Freya is still this too.
*
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
"Of course there are," says Merlin.
He buys her flowers, chocolates and strawberries. He lights candles in his bedroom.
"Is this okay?" he asks, rocking his erection against her crotch through the layers of fabric they haven't taken off.
"It's okay, it's okay," she chants. "It's okay, it's perfect."
*
"May I, Monster?"
"No." She slaps his hands away. "Just your mouth for now." She'll take his cock later too, but he doesn't need to know that. She lifts her skirt and grabs his head, pushes her cunt against his hot tongue.
"Good boy," she says, "that's just how I like it, that's good."
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Basically, I'm totally captivated and love what you've created and all of the parallels and complexities and YES. Why doesn't fandom explore female sexuality more often? It really, really should.
Also, asking if grinding is okay? YES. I <3 explicit consent.
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Yay, thank you for pointing this out! In an earlier draft Freya was feeling conflicted about whether she should be telling Merlin more about herself but then thinking, well, it's not like I need to tell someone like Arthur that I have sex with other people, so why should Merlin expect that of her etc. And when she started telling him he was gonna be like "That's okay we all have our secrets" sort of like her does in canon. Because I ship Freya/Merlin pretty hard I would imagine a future where he knows that she likes to go play with other people and he's super supportive even though it's not what he's into and everyone is safe and happy!! On the other hand there is canon and death and angst!!
(I was sort of embarrassed after I'd turned this in to realize it was the second time I'd written a Merlin/Freya pornathon entry where he says "Is this okay?" while doing that but dude I can just see and hear it so clearly.)
So anyway yay ladies with desire and agency and thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comment!! <3 <3
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I support this ending SO HARD.
Merlin is such an "Is this okay?" kind of guy. Embrace the characterization, Sophie.
Also, is it bad that it took me this long to put together that Freya's preference for the title "Monster" (aside from being totally brilliant) is a very obvious reference to canon? Ah, self <3