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May. 30th, 2010 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthI've been hovering around the edges of Merlin fandom lately, reading some of the longish new fics that show up on the newsletter. Thusly, fic rec: Such Fractured Shadows epic Arthur Merlin h/c. Some of Arthur's less chivalrous knights decide that Merlin is free for the taking after he's fired/banished from being Arthur's personal servant. Heed the warnings; it is really well-written, and packs a punch.
WARNINGS: As per the prompt, there is some serious non-con in this fic; it is in parts extremely explicit, and includes threesomes, choking, and knifeplay. This fic also contains character death (non-major) and some possibly unpleasant violent bits, and deals with the aftereffects of non-con, so if those are triggery things for you as well it’s probably best to stay clear. Forewarned is forearmed.
I'm sitting outside on my porch, in one of my deck chairs, looking at the stars and watching the lone firefly hanging out in the tree behind the next building over. There's a spotlight, or whatever you call those lights that sweep across the sky at movie premieres, that looks like it's coming from the river. I can't imagine why.
It seems odd to me that I like having the highway bridge over the river so nearby; it's noisy, and it's traffic, but I'm pretty sure I'm well beyond the heightened pollution corridor and it's just nice, somehow. It's sort of like living in a city, and I've always been a little uneasy way out in the suburbs where it is *so* quiet at night. I'm forever imagining things lurking in the shadows. I never lived anywhere like this when I was a kid; anything like my childhood homes carries an association with irrational nightmares, maybe.
The horizon's still bright, but maybe I'll turn off the lights inside and see how many constellations I can pick out.
WARNINGS: As per the prompt, there is some serious non-con in this fic; it is in parts extremely explicit, and includes threesomes, choking, and knifeplay. This fic also contains character death (non-major) and some possibly unpleasant violent bits, and deals with the aftereffects of non-con, so if those are triggery things for you as well it’s probably best to stay clear. Forewarned is forearmed.
I'm sitting outside on my porch, in one of my deck chairs, looking at the stars and watching the lone firefly hanging out in the tree behind the next building over. There's a spotlight, or whatever you call those lights that sweep across the sky at movie premieres, that looks like it's coming from the river. I can't imagine why.
It seems odd to me that I like having the highway bridge over the river so nearby; it's noisy, and it's traffic, but I'm pretty sure I'm well beyond the heightened pollution corridor and it's just nice, somehow. It's sort of like living in a city, and I've always been a little uneasy way out in the suburbs where it is *so* quiet at night. I'm forever imagining things lurking in the shadows. I never lived anywhere like this when I was a kid; anything like my childhood homes carries an association with irrational nightmares, maybe.
The horizon's still bright, but maybe I'll turn off the lights inside and see how many constellations I can pick out.
