title: tidings of comfort and joy
pairing: aubrey/maturin
archive: .: marginalia :.
notes: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laurakaye for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide 2004. i'm sorry i only knew one of your fandoms! luckily, they're one of my ultimate OTPs. bigbig love to starfishchick for holding my hand through this.
( It is strange and small how things begin )
pairing: aubrey/maturin
archive: .: marginalia :.
notes: written for
laurakaye for yuletide 2004. i'm sorry i only knew one of your fandoms! luckily, they're one of my ultimate OTPs. bigbig love to starfishchick for holding my hand through this.( It is strange and small how things begin )
drabble: broken binding. bonden/mowett
Aug. 11th, 2004 02:22 am[broken binding] - bonden/mowett for insidian
playing fast and loose with canon here, but hopefully that's forgivable. last non-birthday request, i think. yay! i'm going to back away from the computer now.
They've served together for so many years that they can deal with anything, from the routine tasks to the rush of battle to retrieving intoxicated Surprises from shore depravity.
Jack cannot imagine running the ship without them, holding the world fast, a tracery of wordless bonds. Everything else is caught up in language, tutoring and poetry; there is something special in their silent synchronicity.
Levels of alliance shift with the winds, others are torn unwillingly asunder. Mowett sees how Bonden changes when the Doctor's around, and the twist in his belly he'll never be able to untie with mere words.
insidianplaying fast and loose with canon here, but hopefully that's forgivable. last non-birthday request, i think. yay! i'm going to back away from the computer now.
They've served together for so many years that they can deal with anything, from the routine tasks to the rush of battle to retrieving intoxicated Surprises from shore depravity.
Jack cannot imagine running the ship without them, holding the world fast, a tracery of wordless bonds. Everything else is caught up in language, tutoring and poetry; there is something special in their silent synchronicity.
Levels of alliance shift with the winds, others are torn unwillingly asunder. Mowett sees how Bonden changes when the Doctor's around, and the twist in his belly he'll never be able to untie with mere words.
[the unwilling pupil] - pullings/maturin for andrealyn
Tom was amazed that the Doctor could spend so much time at sea and still know nothing of the workings of a ship. It should have been but another language for him, and it could not be for lack of trying. Nearly everyone from the Captain on down had attempted to teach him, and yet his attempts at naval jargon remained laughable.
One calm day, Tom takes him aloft, careful through the lubber's hole. He begins again, describing sails and winds, but between Stephen's piercing gaze and his long fingers steadying on Tom's wrist, Tom realizes Stephen's will is elsewhere.
andrealynTom was amazed that the Doctor could spend so much time at sea and still know nothing of the workings of a ship. It should have been but another language for him, and it could not be for lack of trying. Nearly everyone from the Captain on down had attempted to teach him, and yet his attempts at naval jargon remained laughable.
One calm day, Tom takes him aloft, careful through the lubber's hole. He begins again, describing sails and winds, but between Stephen's piercing gaze and his long fingers steadying on Tom's wrist, Tom realizes Stephen's will is elsewhere.
[untitled] - maturin, blakeney for mcee
Stephen has never spoken about what happened at Port Mahon, not with those who rescued him from it, not even with Jack. He is nothing if not self-reliant, and he sees this in Blakeney now, taking up the pen with his left hand, silent and determined.
He will improve with practice, and so Stephen, who has seen the lad's eyes brighten with any talk of birds and beasts, invents tasks. Blakeney's hand strengthens through labels and notes, and his spirit strengthens a bit as well. It is wonderful what youth will speak of when they need not look you in the eye.
It is rather like having a younger brother, Stephen supposes, though his own childhood had held nothing so consistent. For now, though, he will be glad of the companionship, the infusion of life, and the general camaraderie that leads to jests which will forever baffle their Captain.
mceeStephen has never spoken about what happened at Port Mahon, not with those who rescued him from it, not even with Jack. He is nothing if not self-reliant, and he sees this in Blakeney now, taking up the pen with his left hand, silent and determined.
He will improve with practice, and so Stephen, who has seen the lad's eyes brighten with any talk of birds and beasts, invents tasks. Blakeney's hand strengthens through labels and notes, and his spirit strengthens a bit as well. It is wonderful what youth will speak of when they need not look you in the eye.
It is rather like having a younger brother, Stephen supposes, though his own childhood had held nothing so consistent. For now, though, he will be glad of the companionship, the infusion of life, and the general camaraderie that leads to jests which will forever baffle their Captain.
fic: the one who holds the seven stars
May. 28th, 2004 10:57 pm[the one who holds the seven stars] - aubrey/maturin
yeah, another day after tomorrow fic. don't look at me like that.
( five hundred words )
(also posted here)
yeah, another day after tomorrow fic. don't look at me like that.
( five hundred words )
(also posted here)
ficlet: salve. maturin/pullings
Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:38 am[salve] - maturin/pullings
wee birthday fic forkiltsandlollies. double drabble. there is no excuse for how late this is. no real spoilers, since we all know tom has a scar. and now the notes are longer than the story.
( When Tom smiled, his eyes were bright, sparkling like Jack's. )
wee birthday fic for
kiltsandlollies. double drabble. there is no excuse for how late this is. no real spoilers, since we all know tom has a scar. and now the notes are longer than the story.( When Tom smiled, his eyes were bright, sparkling like Jack's. )
( that stephen/bonden drabble i wrote for berreh yesterday )
i feel as though i have an "in" for my remix. it is going to be so painfully obvious that i wrote it. alas.
eta - boys and their bikes! click on the image for a hi-res version.
i feel as though i have an "in" for my remix. it is going to be so painfully obvious that i wrote it. alas.
eta - boys and their bikes! click on the image for a hi-res version.
ficlet m&c in verona beach. part 2
Apr. 11th, 2004 02:37 pmas yet untitled m&c vb au part 2
i have no idea what to call this. also, hello AtS-verse. because, why not? part one is here. i don't own anything. 350-ish words.
( Someone whistles, high and sweet )
i have no idea what to call this. also, hello AtS-verse. because, why not? part one is here. i don't own anything. 350-ish words.
( Someone whistles, high and sweet )
fic of sorts. m&c in verona beach.
Apr. 11th, 2004 03:55 amas yet untitled m&c vb au - stephen/jack & stephen/tom
becauseglossing told me to. i guess if you're going to do a master and commander au, you might as well go all the way. verona beach challenge. this is mostly establish-y stuff, i think. we'll see what happens. again, 500 words.
( Esteban had been too long away from the sea. )
because
glossing told me to. i guess if you're going to do a master and commander au, you might as well go all the way. verona beach challenge. this is mostly establish-y stuff, i think. we'll see what happens. again, 500 words.( Esteban had been too long away from the sea. )
ficlet: semblance of things expected
Feb. 17th, 2004 12:58 amsemblance of things expected - aubrey/maturin. 15minuteficlets.
( 152 words. take that, drabbles! )
(also posted here)
15minuteficlets. ( 152 words. take that, drabbles! )
(also posted here)
fic: white noise lullaby. aubrey/maturin.
Feb. 16th, 2004 11:24 amtitle: white noise lullaby
author:marginalia
archive: .: marginalia :.
fandom & pairing: master & commander, aubrey/maturin
disclaimer: lies, all lies. i own nothing.
notes:contrelamontre traveling challenge. no spoilers. not intended to be part of the holding_fast-verse. full hour. like pulling teeth.
( Surrender to your white noise lullaby )
(also posted here and here)
author:
marginaliaarchive: .: marginalia :.
fandom & pairing: master & commander, aubrey/maturin
disclaimer: lies, all lies. i own nothing.
notes:
contrelamontre traveling challenge. no spoilers. not intended to be part of the holding_fast-verse. full hour. like pulling teeth.( Surrender to your white noise lullaby )
(also posted here and here)
fic: retrace the stars. aubrey/maturin
Jan. 24th, 2004 03:42 amtitle: retrace the stars
pairing: aubrey/maturin
archive: .: marginalia :.
disclaimer: i own nothing. o'brian is spinning in his grave.
notes: forstarfishchick's birthday, oh so belatedly. unbeta-ed, so if there's anything glaring, by all means let me know. considering how much of it was written after 2am, i imagine there -are- things :)
The wind has shifted; now it blows across
our path and rises from the black west, now
the air has thickened into mist. We cannot
hold out against it, cannot keep on course.
Since Fortune has the better of us now,
Let us obey and turn aside where she
has called. I think the faithful shores of Eryx,
your brother, and Sicilian ports are not
far off, if only I remember right
and can retrace the stars I watched before.
( just over 500 words. which for me is a goddamned novel. )
(also posted here)
pairing: aubrey/maturin
archive: .: marginalia :.
disclaimer: i own nothing. o'brian is spinning in his grave.
notes: for
starfishchick's birthday, oh so belatedly. unbeta-ed, so if there's anything glaring, by all means let me know. considering how much of it was written after 2am, i imagine there -are- things :)The wind has shifted; now it blows across
our path and rises from the black west, now
the air has thickened into mist. We cannot
hold out against it, cannot keep on course.
Since Fortune has the better of us now,
Let us obey and turn aside where she
has called. I think the faithful shores of Eryx,
your brother, and Sicilian ports are not
far off, if only I remember right
and can retrace the stars I watched before.
Virgil, The Aeneid, trans. by Allen MandelbaumA modern translation, naturally. Stephen had memorized The Aeneid in Latin.
( just over 500 words. which for me is a goddamned novel. )
(also posted here)
