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crack_van2012-07-02 07:30 am
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Loaded March Series by Footloose (Overall Rating: NC17)
Good morning! I'm Lady Angel, your Merlin reccer for the month. I'm a huge fan of long Arthur/Merlin stories, so that's what I'll be recommending this month. The shortest story I'll be reccing is roughly 14k, while the longest is a series is 500k long.
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin and assorted other slash and het pairings
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loaded_march
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
This modern-day, military Merlin AU is AMAZING. Incredible characterizations for minor and major characters alike; intricate plotlines that leave you hanging for more, but also satisfied until the next story comes out; wonderful descriptions that illustrate her knowledge and expertise at world-building.
Author's Summary of the first story in the series:
The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.
"Sorry I'm late," a familiar voice said, and it was familiar only in that Arthur had heard it less than an hour ago, and his insides squeezed tight like he was having a stupid schoolgirl crush attack. He looked up behind Lance to see Lieutenant Merlin Emrys, his blue eyes sparkling, his smile disarming. Emrys didn't seem to have noticed Arthur yet, because he looked over the table. "I got a bit waylaid. I'm Merlin Emrys."
Everyone looked at Arthur before introducing themselves, and the words were out of Arthur's mouth before he could stop them. "Is 'got a bit waylaid' an euphemism for getting a bit lost?"
Emrys almost gave himself whiplash, recoiling a bit, and catching his balance a second later. His eyes widened just a little bit, and they really were just like jewels, Arthur realized. The flash of recognition made those sparkles in them stay a little longer, like drops of molten gold had fallen into them, and Emrys' smile wavered. He glanced around the table once, as if taking in the camouflaged rank that was embroidered on everyone's shoulders and adding one plus one and coming up with Arthur was his new C.O..
"No, sir," Emrys said, catching himself with surprising speed, "It's polite for 'I encountered the biggest prat in the whole of the Merry Old in the equipment tent, stopped him from making an arse out of himself, and got stuck with showing a pair of greenies and an overworked quartermaster how to properly maintain comm equipment for my trouble'. Sir."
Besides Arthur, Leon choked on the limp and lumpy vegetable that might be technically broccoli but looked more like a mound of overcooked collard greens. The rest of the table glanced between Arthur and Emrys, sensing that they'd missed something. Gwaine, always quick on the uptake, looked from Arthur to Leon to Emrys, and started to say something, but thought better of it.
Arthur stared. Emrys had delivered his answer without stumbling, there had been no hostility in his tone, and there was no missing the I'm fucked, aren't I, so why don't I make it worth my while hiding behind that smirk of his. There weren't many people outside the team who would stand up to Arthur, much less speak to him that way, not once, but twice, and Arthur found himself getting to his feet. Everyone else tried to shy away without looking like they were ducking for cover.
Everyone else except Emrys, who seemed secure right behind Lance -- and Lance, still shovelling food in his mouth, was oblivious.
"Damn shame they took the stocks off the books as the going rate for insubordination," Arthur said.
"Ain't it just," Emrys said, his tone cheeky, his accent very American, very mocking all of a sudden, and Arthur couldn't decide if the man really was that stupid, or really that foolhardy. The stare-down silence stretched, and Emrys leaned forward a bit, as if offering some advice. "Can always set me up for the usual rota of toilet cleaning, floor scrubbing, dry-cleaning getting, and all the assorted shite you give your new radioheads. I mean, not that I'm a big fan of scut work, but if it'll make you feel better..."
It was Gwaine's turn to clamp a hand over his mouth to do something about his snorting laugher.
"Didn't you know? Those are standard duties for comm-specs," Arthur said, crossing his arms.
Emrys' grin went a little lopsided, falling on the sheepish side, and he said pleasantly, almost challengingly, "Looking forward to it."
Loaded March Series: Seriously, go, read, wallow in the awesomesauce.
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin and assorted other slash and het pairings
Author on LJ:
loaded_marchAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
This modern-day, military Merlin AU is AMAZING. Incredible characterizations for minor and major characters alike; intricate plotlines that leave you hanging for more, but also satisfied until the next story comes out; wonderful descriptions that illustrate her knowledge and expertise at world-building.
Author's Summary of the first story in the series:
The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.
"Sorry I'm late," a familiar voice said, and it was familiar only in that Arthur had heard it less than an hour ago, and his insides squeezed tight like he was having a stupid schoolgirl crush attack. He looked up behind Lance to see Lieutenant Merlin Emrys, his blue eyes sparkling, his smile disarming. Emrys didn't seem to have noticed Arthur yet, because he looked over the table. "I got a bit waylaid. I'm Merlin Emrys."
Everyone looked at Arthur before introducing themselves, and the words were out of Arthur's mouth before he could stop them. "Is 'got a bit waylaid' an euphemism for getting a bit lost?"
Emrys almost gave himself whiplash, recoiling a bit, and catching his balance a second later. His eyes widened just a little bit, and they really were just like jewels, Arthur realized. The flash of recognition made those sparkles in them stay a little longer, like drops of molten gold had fallen into them, and Emrys' smile wavered. He glanced around the table once, as if taking in the camouflaged rank that was embroidered on everyone's shoulders and adding one plus one and coming up with Arthur was his new C.O..
"No, sir," Emrys said, catching himself with surprising speed, "It's polite for 'I encountered the biggest prat in the whole of the Merry Old in the equipment tent, stopped him from making an arse out of himself, and got stuck with showing a pair of greenies and an overworked quartermaster how to properly maintain comm equipment for my trouble'. Sir."
Besides Arthur, Leon choked on the limp and lumpy vegetable that might be technically broccoli but looked more like a mound of overcooked collard greens. The rest of the table glanced between Arthur and Emrys, sensing that they'd missed something. Gwaine, always quick on the uptake, looked from Arthur to Leon to Emrys, and started to say something, but thought better of it.
Arthur stared. Emrys had delivered his answer without stumbling, there had been no hostility in his tone, and there was no missing the I'm fucked, aren't I, so why don't I make it worth my while hiding behind that smirk of his. There weren't many people outside the team who would stand up to Arthur, much less speak to him that way, not once, but twice, and Arthur found himself getting to his feet. Everyone else tried to shy away without looking like they were ducking for cover.
Everyone else except Emrys, who seemed secure right behind Lance -- and Lance, still shovelling food in his mouth, was oblivious.
"Damn shame they took the stocks off the books as the going rate for insubordination," Arthur said.
"Ain't it just," Emrys said, his tone cheeky, his accent very American, very mocking all of a sudden, and Arthur couldn't decide if the man really was that stupid, or really that foolhardy. The stare-down silence stretched, and Emrys leaned forward a bit, as if offering some advice. "Can always set me up for the usual rota of toilet cleaning, floor scrubbing, dry-cleaning getting, and all the assorted shite you give your new radioheads. I mean, not that I'm a big fan of scut work, but if it'll make you feel better..."
It was Gwaine's turn to clamp a hand over his mouth to do something about his snorting laugher.
"Didn't you know? Those are standard duties for comm-specs," Arthur said, crossing his arms.
Emrys' grin went a little lopsided, falling on the sheepish side, and he said pleasantly, almost challengingly, "Looking forward to it."
Loaded March Series: Seriously, go, read, wallow in the awesomesauce.
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