syllic: ([merlin] gwen light)
This small part approximately 6,800 words.

Ganieda had served in the same household from childhood )


ETA: Didn't realise some people were still reading these first parts, sorry about locking them briefly. I thought it would be easier to lock them until I could get back to posting post-RL craziness, but I'm sorry if that interrupted anyone mid-read.
syllic: ([merlin] sun)
This first part of the second section approximately 6,200 words; Section II approximately 50,000 overall.

I'm sorry I had not had a chance to start posting this sooner; work has been mad this week. Here's to a string of long and miraculous stretches of time in which to get all the part 2s out in quick succession, despite work not showing any signs of letting up.

(Oh god just please be posted already.)

This section is divided into three parts (three trials for Merlin, with a focus on Gwen, Morgana, and Lancelot, respectively): Gwen, at least, will be completely up over the next two days.

Reign of King Arthur, Year the First )

Part II(b)
syllic: ([merlin] neck)
Arthur’s eyes snapped open. )


Part II(a) up soon.

My desperate desire to get this up quickly, however, has resulted in a marked lack of non-fandom work on my part the last thirty hours. I must therefore turn my attention back to the less appealing grind of work for a few days, if I wish to get back to the more appealing grind of editing this massive, hulking thing before the end of the week.

I hope to have all of the second section up by the end of the weekend, but I do not want to promise that I will. Certainly I will not have any more up before Thursday, when most of my current flood of work is due; I apologise for the slight slow-down in upload rate.

I've never felt the urge to say this about a story before, but if you're sticking with me, massively complex exposition and all, thank you. This has been seen only by my own eyes for so long; having others read it finally is a great joy.
syllic: ([merlin] morgana leaf)
These three parts conclude the first section of the story, Council. These three parts are 21,000 words long; the section overall is approximately 37,700.

37,700 for one of three sections what what.

This story began to be written over a year ago; as season two aired, I picked and chose only what was convenient for me. For the purposes of this story, most of S2 has not happened, except for the dragon's release and subsequent attack on Camelot; think of Merlin honouring his promise much sooner, perhaps, with no bizarre back-pedal from the rest of the characters, and no Violins of Emotional Intensity (TM).

We have not met Morgause yet; we only know that Mordred escaped from Camelot with Arthur's and Morgana's and Merlin's help.

The sorcerer-trial conceit was a strange occurrence of the fannish hive-mind, and bears no direct relation to the wonderful Peach, Plum, Pear by the talented [livejournal.com profile] sweetestdrain. Though our ideas were conceived separately, I can only hope to pull mine off with half the grace and beauty of hers.

There is genderswapped Cai because it's fun.

Thank you also to [livejournal.com profile] arlad, to [livejournal.com profile] lilith_lessfair, and to M.

Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] faynia, [livejournal.com profile] cellophane_ria, [livejournal.com profile] lavitaestbella, [livejournal.com profile] pau494, and [livejournal.com profile] puckling for invaluable cheerleading.




Reign of King Uther, Year the Eighth )

Part I(d)

Stay 1/1

Jan. 8th, 2010 05:24 pm
syllic: ([merlin] morgana leaf)
Title: Stay

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Gwen/Morgana, Gwen/Lancelot/Arthur/Merlin, Lancelot/Gwen/Morgana/Arthur/Merlin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: ~6300

Summary: Gwen was fairly certain it was Wednesday, four days after the fever had taken hold, but she couldn’t be entirely sure.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] vicky_v for [livejournal.com profile] camelotsolstice. This was inspired by her first (Gwen/Morgana: “Gift”) and third (Lancelot/Gwen/Morgana/Arthur/Merlin: “You don’t have to fight alone”) prompts. Happy Solstice!

Thank you to SF for the incredibly quick beta work, and thank you to the amazing Solstice mods for organising the challenge.


Gwen was awake when Merlin brought her in. )


This was interesting (and difficult, in some ways) to write, because I'd never written polyamoury before and didn't want to make a hash of it. Thank you for the opportunity, [livejournal.com profile] vicky_v!
syllic: ([merlin] whyever pass up a crest icon)
Title: Seven Magpies

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Merlin/Arthur

Word Count: Roughly 33,000.

Summary: Arthur opened his eyes a minute later to the sight of seven magpies streaking across the top of the clearing, their shapes dark against the white clouds and the muted grey of the sky. He tried to remember what it was that seven magpies meant—he’d had a nurse who had sung the rhyme to him as a child—but couldn’t.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight for [livejournal.com profile] camelotsolstice.

In response to her wanting an AU, or maybe some sort of meet-the-family fic, or maybe something that was somehow blue. Born simultaneously of all three prompts. Set at wintertime because it’s Solstice fic. Y, politically forward Hunith is for you.

With many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] arlad for her willingness to take a look at this on short notice.

Arthur wakes up somewhere he doesn’t recognise, but where he clearly belongs.

Er, I called this “The Family Man Story” while I was writing, if that helps.

Season Two has been difficult for me: I just can’t make sense of the dynamics I once thought I knew well, and writing these characters in a canon-compliant way has become more and more of a struggle. This is partly an attempt to deal with Arthur’s weirdo character regression this season.


David Diamond and David Weissman wrote The Family Man. I… apologise.

I wrote this story in a desperate two-day rush the day before my deadline (having grown very unhappy with an original draft) and it's not the thing I'm happiest with. In some ways, though, all creative endeavours are good creative endeavours, and so here it is.



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(Read the story in one file at Archive of Our Own.)

syllic: ([merlin] cookies)
...so this [livejournal.com profile] australia_aid story, which has been a labour of love (hatred? Feelings of guilt so deep-seated they make you feel a little sick? Crazed giddiness? Some very strong emotion, anyway) for nine months, whose plot turns around the dragon.

I had hoped so fervently to be done with it before this moment (have I mentioned that I'm nine months in? Me and [livejournal.com profile] ras_elased, we're trying to beat each other to the record, here), but alas, I am not.

Now I (am left to) figure: hey, a little AU never hurt anyone.

But if by some strange mind-meld the writers manage to actually screw me to the level of having to wholly overhaul this story for... oh, the third time? I am writing a letter of complaint. On principle. Mad, mad principle.

Dear BBC,

I have noticed that the latest episode of
Merlin appears to have some irregularities when viewed alongside my EPIC TRANSFORMATIVE WORK, In Possession of a Fortune.

I would be grateful if you could correct these at your earliest possible convenience.....
syllic: ([merlin] facepalm)
This Hide-and-Seek Makes Me an Addict: A Most Excellent Tale in Four Parts

About 3,600 words, Arthur/Merlin and uh, we'll call them "Bedevere" and / "Tristan", written for [livejournal.com profile] worldwouldend on occasion of her birth and an upcoming period of happy, cheering-up times.

Have an understatement: This is not what one would call a serious creation. It was written in two hours, and, uh, I think "FUCK" would be a fair assessment.

Uh, points to person who realises earliest in the story what is going on in my very questionable brain?

[livejournal.com profile] worldwouldend: a day late, but I hope you enjoy it. I usually bring 90s nostalgia to the table of our relationship, as you know, and I'm afraid this is... no different.

May this year be wonderful.


(This story is also available at Archive of Our Own.)


By the time he had teamed up with the one that looked like a very young Tristan, and the one that looked like Bedevere, if Bedevere had been a changeling, or, at least, vaguely fey, he still had not found Merlin. )


(Er.

Birthdays presents open up a bit of a moratorium on sanity, okay?

This was supposed to be a... distillation of all the clichéd goodness that made this band and fiction about this band great, with Arthur and Merlin on the side, because those two are always relevant, am I right?

ETA: Dear [livejournal.com profile] syllic, the fandom that stole your innocence may well have died while you were not looking, taking its yellow suede jackets with it. It is therefore possible that no-one will get your bizarro references. Yours Sincerely, The World.


Joey and Wayne DiSalvo
. (No, I had not seen this skit before 12pm today. I Googled it. Seriously, guys!)

Puppies are common property, not my own.

The cabin belongs to Rhys.

Title from HAHAHAHA this HAHAHAHA.)
syllic: ([merlin] dessert)
Easy There


Word Count: Approximately 49,500 (ARGH)

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Arthur is an Oxford Blue. Merlin is an Oxford cox. Lancelot is Merlin's romantic-dalliance-loving friend. Morgana is horribly clever; Gwen is cleverly waiting for Lancelot to grow up. Merlin and Arthur rub each other the wrong way, at first, but it soon becomes clear that Arthur is a university-class rower with a world-class heart (yes, I typed that). Clichés ensue.

Notes: January 09-September 09. Uh... fun ride, everyone?

First of all, an immense thank you to [livejournal.com profile] nicolasechs, without whose prodding and guidance this could not have been completed. She did everything, from pointing out typos to providing assistance in deciding how to structure this story. She was there when it was born, ugly, in my brain, and she was also there to receive my "MOTHERFUCKER YES!" ((c) [livejournal.com profile] ifyouweremine) message when the last word was coded.

I must also thank [livejournal.com profile] puckling, [livejournal.com profile] _la_la_la, [livejournal.com profile] pennyplainknits, [livejournal.com profile] cellophane_ria, and [livejournal.com profile] green_grrl for sanity stabilisation measures, the Dirty Cantab Troop for friendly and encouraging jabs, and, of course, [livejournal.com profile] woldy for her invaluable assistance. [livejournal.com profile] ras_elased, what's a high without a five?

[livejournal.com profile] arlad, [livejournal.com profile] phantomjam, [livejournal.com profile] meredyth_13 and [livejournal.com profile] lilith_lessfair ran me to the finish line on this, because I had eaten too many oatcakes and had an oatcake-related leg cramp.

All remaining mistakes are very much my own.

This was written for [livejournal.com profile] harlequinmerlin; thank you, [livejournal.com profile] mklutz, for organising it.

The story began with [livejournal.com profile] phantomjam's birthday, and ended with [livejournal.com profile] skyebanshee's. It is therefore for both of them: very many felicitations for you both, and thank you for helping to make sure this got finished.



picture credit: flickr, owenreading.

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Learn About Rowing! (Geeky Rowing Notes)
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syllic: ([merlin] ha)
In Want of a Wife

Word Count: Roughly 43,000

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

Rating: NC-17, young'uns.

Summary: When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.

Notes: Written for a lovely anonymous bidder in aid of Sweet Charity, posted two months after the fact because "I am [livejournal.com profile] syllic's recalcitrant immune system. Without me, [livejournal.com profile] syllic...", and also because I suck.

This is an experiment in turning a well-loved trope--the unexpected arranged marriage--around. It is as much about courts as it is about boys, so it behooves us all, I think, for me to say that Camelot's court in this is a complex construction, existing in an impossible time before the arrival of the printing press but after the advent of the professional book-making that may or may not have been taking place in the 1300s in Britain, with many a romantic practice being carried out even as Anglo-Saxon names for regions of Britain are used and pagan holidays are celebrated. In short, a chimaera not unlike the show's. I offer apologies and am at your service to disentangle it for those less fictionally inclined.

Thanks: Er. So this thing is a labour of love on the part of half a village, and as long as what follows is, I really can't use a cut.

Thank you thank you thank you:

To my wonderful, understanding, and encouraging bidder,

To [livejournal.com profile] lilith_lessfair without whom--and I say this with the utmost awe--this story would be another story entirely. She did characters, and sentence structure, and form, and pacing, and--everything. Thank you.

To [livejournal.com profile] nicolasechs, as always, because she holds my hand at all times of the night and I am definitely that kid that is not one with the road signals.

To [livejournal.com profile] arlad, whose eyes are sharp sharp sharp and who was fast as lightning in the middle of having her energy sucked away from her by a villain history teacher born in the 1920s.

[livejournal.com profile] lynnmonster made me turn Arthur around, and worked with a speed that defied belief in the midst of my floundering panic. I retreat from the field all the better for her punctuation volleys.

[livejournal.com profile] mamoru22 raised all the important questions about motives and expectations that needed to be asked, and shifted the axis of this story, in the middle.

[livejournal.com profile] staraflur took time away from doing very serious business things to work her way through the mood and pacing of this, while picking up stray commas, too--thank you.

Finally, [livejournal.com profile] suaine cheerled and commiserated about long stories, while getting me to think about atmosphere.




Autumn             Winter             Spring             Summer







(Chapter icons used in this masterpost by [livejournal.com profile] lemonpunch, [livejournal.com profile] lovepb, [livejournal.com profile] jadis_88, and [livejournal.com profile] cheshirefrown. Many thanks.)
syllic: ([merlin] je suis)
Right.

So I had a story in June.

I thought it was finished.

It turns out it very much was not.

Someone saw it then, and then again when I realised the problem, and then again... and again... and again.

[livejournal.com profile] nicolasechs has seen part of it now, and helped to make it immensely better for having had her eyes on it, as she always does. It has since then been rehashed three ways, at least, and is still being reworked, and I am struck by the notion that having someone seeing it once it's all done--without my harassing them about it every step of the way, without seeing it for the Frankenstein that it clearly is--would be a good idea.

The catch? It's 35,000 words and growing with each ear I sew on (my monster is like a KFC chicken, genetically grown to provide six tasty appendages). And I ideally would like to post it as soon as possible after it has been hit with an electric shock, as someone has patiently, patiently, waited for it to be finished for a long time, now.

It's about a year in Camelot, as an arranged wedding approaches. Merlin/Arthur, with house-of-ill-repute humour (YES, SUCH A THING EXISTS! (I THINK)) along the way.

Any takers for the admittedly unappealing task of betaing 35,000 words at speed? I am looking for cohesion, and truth of character, and flow (as well as anything else you think is relevant).

My thanks would be endless.




(PS: For those of you asking, "Do you even own a diary, [livejournal.com profile] syllic, you infidel?" The answer is: Yes. Yes I do. And Part Four of Easy There (Or, How I Learned to Hate the WIP And Love The Bomb) is also in the pipeline. My (by now worthless on this matter!) word that it will be up as soon as my thesis is submitted.

PPS: And comments. Comments! Watch me (slowly, alas) put the tractor-traction reverse gear on my FAIL.)
syllic: ([merlin] sea)
Beginning )


Ho-hum.

This story has been the most heavily edited piece of writing I have ever put together--it grew from 19,000 words to 43,000 after I thought it was finished, and changed in fundamental ways when I thought it was finished again.

I suppose this is appropriate, as it is, in many ways, a story about expectations.

I can't thank [livejournal.com profile] nicolasechs, [livejournal.com profile] arlad, [livejournal.com profile] lynnmonster, [livejournal.com profile] mamoru22, [livejournal.com profile] staraflur, and [livejournal.com profile] suaine enough, and I have to say again that [livejournal.com profile] lilith_lessfair is responsible for catching everything from awkward anachronisms to muddy motivations.

She, [livejournal.com profile] ctkelly and [livejournal.com profile] the_rusty_bird caught this before this was ready, but their comments pushed me to keep working to make sure it worked, amidst worries of theses and moving house.

I also have to say thank you for this amazing opportunity to my bidder, and thank you for your patience and support.




Thank you for reading.

(I feel that I should also say: the conclusion to Easy There will be up as soon as I hand in my dissertation.)


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