meridian_rose

Fic: Original fic
Pairing: unnamed male/female pairing
Words: 343
Warnings: no warnings apply
Prompt: for the genprompt_bingo prompt 'Freckles'
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For #writingwednesday. A snippet from my supernatural drama WiP featuring shapeshifters and set in modern day UK, on the England-Wales border.
Romaine (Wolf) and El (Cat) are currently working at a supernatural helpline but Romaine was a field agent until taking leave after an incident, and El is biding time until her chance to make field agent.

In snippet fic, El doesn't want to go alone to a party her family is having; maybe her friend and colleague Romaine can help.



The Invitation

El glowered as she typed. "My family is having a party," she said. "Anniversary party for my great-aunt Madelana and her husband Grant. They've hired a room at a social club, a DJ, catering, full bar."

"Sounds nice?" Romaine ventured uncertainly, twisting on his swivel chair to look at her. El was upset about some aspect of this party.

"It might have been, except my cousin Laura will be there," El fumed. "Laura whom I hate, not Laura I like. Nor Lana from Texas. Laura the smug asshole."

Romaine typed a few things into the database, updating some records. El's extended family seemed impossible to keep track of but he was fairly certain he'd not heard of hated!Laura before. "Right."

"If I show up alone she'll make a snide comment. She's engaged to some dumbass but he's always too busy to come anywhere with her. He's supposedly jetsetting around the world, saving illiterate llamas or building toys for endangered children or something." El shook her head. "Flashes her engagement ring, talks about her So Important work in finances in fucking London, and how Findus is combating climate change by travelling the world in aeroplanes and helicopters."

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Inspired by some prompts at one_sentence_only (Table 25b), a summer themed ficlet for Lammas/Lughnasagh/Lunasdagh, as a priestess prepares to lead the ritual for the harvest celebration.




Magickal Graphics


The heat of the fire was scorching even in the hot summer's day air, like dragon's breath against her skin. On the spit nearby the wild boar was cooking nicely. Bread, salad vegetables, cookies sprinkled with sugar, were all arranged on a table ready for the feast.

The boughs of the trees moved in the gentle breeze, carrying the scent of smoke, food, and wine to every house in the small town, beckoning everyone to join the harvest celebration. Most of the inhabitants were already there, having fed their letter with expressions of gratitude and wishes for the future, to the flames. Now they were adding to the offerings of food and drink, gossiping, laughing, playing alongside the excited children, or sitting in what shade could be found to await the ritual.

The village herbalist was one of the latter, sat in the shadow of an old oak, and knitting a blanket as she watched the games with a warm smile. Her teenage son, shirtless, was flirting with young men and women alike, though not with any seriousness. The mood of the day was light and happy.

As priestess, she'd made libation this morning, a mug of bitter tea and one of sweet mead, a cup of wine and one of ale. She'd thanked the gods for their blessings, not least the weather that had brought sun and rain in quantities enough to grow sufficient crops and sustain the livestock. The days were growing shorter already and despite the warmth of the day she knew winter would approach and they must soon prepare for it.

The door to the Elder's office opened and he moved slowly across the open town square to join her by the fire. She bobbed a respectful greeting to the man who'd been a lawyer in his youth, a professor in his middle years, and was now the leader of their settlement. He was known for both his wisdom and compassion.

He returned her greeting, an open hand over his heart, honouring the woman who spoke with the gods.

"I was writing my letter," he said. "Forgive my lateness."

"The sun is not yet at its zenith," she returned with a grin. "You are right on time."

He cast the parchment into the flames, closed his eyes as it burned. Then he drew himself to his full height and clapped his hands.

"Gather around," he called. "The ritual begins shortly."

Soon all eyes were on her and she took a deep breath. "Welcome all to our harvest celebration on this glorious day. We honour and invite the gods to join our feast day."

A poem followed, one written long ago for this occasion, the words flowing from her tongue easily for she knew the rites by heart. Then a longer prayer and, finally, the casting of the powder into the fire.

The fire leapt in response, crackling, and sending bright multicoloured sparks and a plume of white smoke into the air. She was no longer startled by the reaction though it never failed to impress her. Everyone applauded.

"Let the feast begin," she said.

People needed no further encouragement, swarming off to fill their plates and glasses.

The Elder offered her his arm and she took it, moving with him to the table where the innkeeper was serving drinks. The blacksmith, proud of their new hobby, was already setting up the archery targets at the edge of the square, while some people were talking of going to paddle in the river.

It was going to be a lovely afternoon.

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prompt words: dragon, fire, cooking, smoke, trees, house, poem, sugar, lawyer, shirt, wild, respect, shadow, open, professor, door, hobby, knitting, writing, office, tea, bitter.

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A pleasant afternoon
WiP: WRE fic snippet. Romaine and El spend a lazy Sunday together. (Note: Armand is Romaine's middle name.)



After lunch they slumped on El's sofa, drank more wine, listened to some music. El put the TV on and found a showing of Princess Bride, the movie only five minutes in, and they watched the rest. Halfway through El served up generous slices of chocolate cake and made coffee.

When El had finished her cake she tucked herself up on the sofa, feet on the cushion, knees against Romaine's leg, one arm against his, sharing his warmth.

After the movie, Romaine stretched, sorry to dislodge El but feeling stiff. "Fancy a walk?"

She nodded. "Want me to walk the Wolf?"

"Would you? Thanks."

Romaine went upstairs to get ready, El saying she needed to use the toilet, tie up her hair, and find a coat.

A few minutes later she came to meet him, pushing open the door which he'd left ajar. She was wearing a grey hoodie with the slogan "I am a cat" on it and the hood even had little ears sewed on it. Romaine, now in wolf form, snorted at the hiding in plain sight pun and then used his nose to nudge the collar and lead he'd found from a bottom drawer and put on the coffee table.

El put the collar on him but not too tightly. The lead was a slip lead, a green and white striped cord with a leather stopper which she didn't bother to adjust since he wouldn't be pulling at her, and a large hand holder loop.

"Keys?" she asked. Romaine whined, having forgot about that and gestured to the key box.

El picked up his keys and slid them into her pocket alongside her own, clipped to the belt loop on her trousers for security.

She pulled the door so it locked behind them. On the way out, they met Mrs Calloway, just coming back in with a newspaper tucked beneath her arm.

"Oh this must be that beautiful dog," Mrs Calloway said. "Can I pet him?"
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"He knows this gentle courtship might be all they'll ever have"

The writer's block persists so I will share an older ficlet, never before posted at the professional blogs.
Nikolai is a vampire (or close enough) and Cecilia the mortal he has his eye on, though he wonders if he should or will make her a vampire too.

Pre-canon for a longer work I've put aside for some years now, in which Nikolai and his bride have spent years together and face new challenges in the modern world.

Originally for the writerverse prompt "write a fic that ends with the line In that moment, it's enough"

 

Innocence

She is so very young – perhaps not so much by mortal standards, but certainly by his. Innocent, definitely. Not a beauty to most eyes, but he finds her attractive. Besides it's not just the physical that Nikolai is drawn to and it never has been.

She no longer thinks of him as a demon, though he's not yet told her exactly what he is. He has told her stories though, folklore and mythology, priming her in case he should want to reveal more of his nature.

He's had mortal companions, most long gone by now, and friendships with others like him. He's never made another like himself, never Changed anyone. He's thought about it, thought that if he did, he wouldn't be alone.

If he chose to, he could make this Cecilia like him. Yet deep down he knows that wouldn't guarantee she'd stay with him. Nor would he do it without her consent, and she's not ready to give him permission. She couldn't yet understand what she'd be consenting to.

If he's honest, he's not ready to explain. Part of him fears she'll turn on him if he tells her the whole truth of what he is. Part of him savours her innocence- he wants to enjoy those moments with her, to see the world through her eyes for a little longer.

He kneels at her feet, the same as he does almost every day now, while she embroiders, and begins another tale. She listens, a smile on her face, and it warms his heart to see her enjoyment.

He knows this gentle courtship might be all they'll ever have. In that moment, it's enough.

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For mmom and my third professional writing blog post of the month, here's a condensed fic snippet from my WiP Sorceress Apprentice. One night, Bryony pleasures herself and lets her imagination run wild.
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WRE fic snippet; while they get ready for an evening out, Romaine discovers something about El's approach to domesticity.
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The Borgias, To Lift His Spirits
Post season three. Cesare misses Micheletto. Lucrezia decides to cheer him up.
For the prompt "Cesare/Lucrezia: amuse me (a character trying to cheer another character up)"
AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/13981119
promo post http://meridianrose.tumblr.com/post/171901449966/cesare-x-lucrezia-ficlet

Da Vinci's Demons, Our Sarcastic Bastard
Modern AU, established Leario. Zo,craft beer aficionado meets up with Riario, wine connoisseur; maybe Leo is the only thing they have in common. But when Riario confides that he and Leonardo are on the verge of breaking up, Zo finds himself wanting to keep Riario close.
For the prompt "Zo & Riario, Drink Me (character(s) drinking together or alone)"
AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/13981416
promo post http://meridianrose.tumblr.com/post/171902591946/our-sarcastic-bastard-meridianrose

Original Fic WiP WRE
El/Romaine “nurse me”. They’ve just taken down a suspect, and El’s hurt her shoulder. Fic includes h/c, hairbrushing, bedsharing
My professional tumblr https://itslmdee.tumblr.com/post/171898650660/wre-snippet

The Woman and the Wolf (1637 words) by meridian_rose
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character
Characters: Original Characters
Additional Tags: Fairy Tale Elements, Community: hc_bingo, Fairy Tale Curses, Werewolves


Summary: A woman frees a wolf from a trap, and is later approached by a man with a wound on his leg...she begins to fall in love, but there may be no hope for their relationship, for he is under a curse.

For the hc_bingo amnesty prompts fire, cursed, feeding someone, hostile climate (wildcard)

At AO3

For the trope_bingo prompt "tall tale", 642 words of meta about folklore Dacey Allora, featured in my WiP novel referred to by it's in progress title of Juliet.
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