Rivestra's Ramblings

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It's been 7 months since I last updated this story. Bad Author! Stoopid reality, always getting in the way of my fantasy.

Does anybody even remember this story? Other than my marvelous betas varkelton & snarkgoddess, I mean. Does it help to know that Chapter 17 is already in beta? Even a little?

Title: Winchester Synchronicity, Chapter 16 of ? (WIP)
Author: rivestra
Rating: NC-17 series wide
Warnings: violence, non-con, wincest
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.

( Chapter 16 )

Title: Epilogue
Author: rivestra
Rating: R
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: It's not quite as simple as all that. (Epilogue to snarkgoddess's No More Affection Than Duty Requires, which you should probably read first.)
Length: 960 words
Warnings: Do I need to warn for Toppy!Arthur? He's kinda cannon.
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.

A/N: So snarkgoddess made me stay up all night (possibly a slight exaggeration) and beta her wonderful Morgana POV story, No More Affection Than Duty Requires (a pinch hit gift for lickingbeads over in merlin_santa). Wide awake, way past my bedtime, my brain decided that if I was going to spend all night with a story, someone'd better actually get lucky. ::sighs:: I miss sleep.

lickingbeads, please consider this a belated stocking stuffer. I hope you enjoy it.

( Merlin couldn't breathe. Gwen was babbling, but he couldn't make out the words. Distantly, he heard a sharp intake of breath. Arthur turned to glare, but he didn't release Merlin's wrists, his thumbs tight over Merlin's pounding pulse. He didn't release Merlin's eyes either, not really, and Merlin couldn't turn away even when the door slammed and giggles erupted out in the hall. )

Look! It's my Yuletide story, finally!

Title: Finally at Home in His Shell
Author: rivestra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Turtle/Ari (yes, really), with bits of Turtle/Vince & Turtle/Eric
Spoilers: Series-wide
Warnings: Minor character death; drug use; cursing; non-graphic underage sex; some mind fuckery
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot and any original characters are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. Written purely for fun; no copyright infringement is intended.
Length: 3,850 words

Summary: Turtles may grow slowly, but they get there in the end.


~~~~ 1992, Queens, New York ~~~~

It's late and it's cold. Sweet smoke hangs heavy in the air. The blankets came out a while ago, about the time one of Drama's hand-me-down porn tapes went into the VCR. Vince and Eric are over on the couch, eyes locked on the flickering TV.

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It's snowing cookies in my journal!




Thank you, anonymous, whoever you are! ::smooches you back:: Much thanks also to varkelton, amara_m and denyce!

And now I want cookies slathered with frosting and those tiny metal-like balls that sparkle, maybe with a big glass of ice cold milk and whole heck of a lot less work to get through today...

Title: Swirls of Light and Ice
Author: rivestra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana, Morgana/Uther
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non-con and violence. Dark.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here and make no profit. This is probably for the best, since I seem to hurt them a bit.
A/N: Slightly overgrown comment_fic written for restlessme's prompt of Merlin, Morgana/Uther, "I raised you". Much thanks to ailise for the lightening-quick beta.Swirls of Light and Ice

Gwen flies through the air. She hits the wall hard, breath torn from her and head cracking heavily into the stone. She goes down, unable to steady herself as the room sways around her. A bone in her wrist gives with a wet, sickening snap as she tries to check her fall. Her head cracks again, this time into the cold stone beneath her. She tries to call out to Morgana but has no breath to spare. The candles around her flare, their light and shadows spinning out across the bed and everything just… fades away into blackness.

She's shivering. The stone floor has pulled all the warmth from her core, drawn it from her naked skin and leeched it out, her blood warmth flowing out into the icy, endless sea of the surrounding castle. Gwen licks her lips and can still taste Morgana there. She opens her eyes and shadows surge at her, heaving up and swirling away. Her stomach empties onto the cold, cold stone, the retching turning violent when she shifts onto her shattered wrist.

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Title: Find Me Quick, Baby Girl
Author: rivestra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Morgan/Other, Morgan/Garcia
Spoilers: Not even a tiny one
Warnings: Um… highly negligent bondage practices?
Disclaimer: Not mine, not in the least. I’m just having a little fun.
Length: 1,850
Summary: Morgan gets himself into a tricky situation...


NEED YOU.
JUST YOU.
FIND ME QUICK, BABY GIRL.

Penelope stared at the text for maybe 30 seconds before she started the GPS search on Derek’s phone. Two minutes later, she was out the door.

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Okay, so I may, possibly, have bit of a thing for the idea of Mal/River futurefic. I blame ailise . She's the one who whispered in my ear after the movie about how cool it would be if River came back into Mal's life years later, all grown up.

I have been looking for that story ever since, with pretty abysmal luck. Well, that's a-changin' because the lovely phantisma wrote one for me!

It features a broken!Mal and a finally-at-home-in-her-skin!River riding in to the rescue. Also lovely character voice, dialogue that feels like the show, and more than a smattering of hotness sprinkled in for flavor. YUM.

Go read: Out to the Black

comment_fic for restlessme, Merlin - Merlin, Morgana, Man on Fire

For weeks, every time she looks at Merlin, she sees him burn. The flames swirl around him, growing past the pyre to lick at his clothes, catching at his hair and clothes, making his eyes glow with flickering fear and reflected flame. She wants to reach out to him, but the fire is so hot and close that  it’s suffocating. The heat bears down on her own skin and she can trace the burning brightness as it begins to lick at his legs, can feel his scream forming in her own throat only to die, smothered and stillborn, before either of them manage to make a sound. 

The flames are so bright, she has to look away. Desperate to cast off the visions, she casts her eyes about frantically, randomly, searching for anything other than that searing heat. Somehow her gaze always lands on Arthur, and he’s always staring back at her when it does, but never, ever for long. 

Then, one day, Arthur finally meets her eyes. Her breath catches in her throat, muscles paralyzed by the intensity of that look, by the pain and terror and certainty shining out at her from his eyes. 

A week later, Merlin stands at Arthur’s side, straight and somber and not burning in the least. Merlin stands there, solid and full of future, and Arthur again catches Morgana’s eye. He nods, just slightly, just once, and this time she’s the one to look away, watching instead as they lower Uther slowly into the ground.

{Edited 4:45pm to clarify the clarity;)