the ( opposite aesthetic ) AU!
 An AU as old as time: prep loves goth, grouchy loves cheery, optimist loves pessimist, or, in this case, pink loves black!
In this traditionally slow-burn AU, people fall in love over time through circumstances, repeated visitations, and the almighty power of love at first sight.
Let it be known that being in either position doesn't dictate your character's personality. After all, there are plenty of grumpy baristas and even more cheerful tattoo artists. All your role dictates in this meme is your job; the rest is up for you to decide!
How to Play
— Leave a top-level comment with which role you'd like for your character, and maybe a few ideas to get the ball rolling.
— Reply to others and decide on a scenario to start.
— Make magic happen!
on the bright side...
🌸💗🎀🍥🩰🦩
- ... x barista! - The OG, the GOAT, the coffee house AU! You can't get much better than that.
- ... x florist! - Flowers R Us! Let's hope your other half doesn't have any allergies...
- ... x musician! - Whether up-and-coming or established, they could always use someone to inspire their next big hit.
- ... x actor! - Small stage?? Big screen??
- ... x artist! - Don't mind them doodling their muse on the back of all their notebooks...
- ... x writer! - A cure for writer's block, mayhaps?
- ... x bring your own! - Whatever cute job your little AU heart desires!
on the dark side...
💿🖤🕷🕸⛓🌫
- ... x tattoo artist! - The classic. You know, if it ain't broke...
- ... x biker! - Who would've thought that the big, tough biker has a soft spot for sunshine?
- ... x hitman! - Killing for a living makes a daily dose of brightness a necessity.
- ... x punk / goth! - Okay, this one isn't really a job, but we can't talk about opposite aesthetics without them.
- ... x mortician! - After dealing with dead bodies all day, you could use a bit of sunshine in your life.
- ... x gambler! - Big bucks, high roller! Who's placing their bets on love?
- ... x bring your own! - Whatever spooky, off-the-beaten-path job your little AU heart desires!
all together now!
🌸💿🎀🖤🩰🕷
- first encounter - Actor getting a ride from the biker? Hitman stumbling onto the writer's essay portfolio? Set it up!
- seconds - You can't get them out of your head, so you've got to come back for more.
- routine - The usual. Wake up and start your day by getting served by your favorite barista. Or maybe it's time for your monthly tattoo appointment?
- secret relationship - You've been at this for a while, but the two of you still aren't ready to go public for whatever reason.
- incompatible - Things seemed like they would work, but there's a reason people prefer to stick with what they know. Who knew that dating a gambler would come with so much risk?
- new territory - They're bringing you to a world so far removed from your comfort zone. Naturally, you might feel a little overwhelmed, or maybe you're extraordinarily curious!
- bring your own! - The possibilities are endless!
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bakerstreet2024-03-08 01:16 pm
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There, there. [like this, cradling morgan isn't a hardship. if she's ever in the mood to exert plenty of effort in such circumstances, maybe she'd be tickled by the faintest hint of nostalgia --- but why bother on such a curious day? the lady of the lake's hair glimmers like the freshest of brooks beneath forest boughs, soft around her fingers.] I know you aren't the one I intimately know, but this bears saying: "you" haven't had such clarity of expression since Arthur departed from boyhood.
Between you and me, this is a cute development!
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Bitterness, sorrow, and anger — the distant utopia soothed it all upon entry. That is what it does: restore the youth, but Morgan still clings to her frosty image instead of the golden hair and blue as deep as the lake. It has become a balm on her, but she doesn't want to forget she was a queen. She wants to cling to her longing to meet her daughter one day, although that is impossible.
Eventually, the second most infuriating inhabitant of Paradise intruded on her solitude. ]
I properly cannot rest if you keep talking. [ She grumbles, not relaxed, not quite stiff, as she rests on the creature's lap. Being free of her duties doesn't mean she stops being a monarch. She shouldn't have accepted this. As curious as she is of this other Merlin's existence and her world, she should stay on guard instead of permitting such proximity.
Her first conclusion is that she is as talkative as her counterpart locked up in that Tower. ] You chose to function as the queen's cushion — be silent as one.
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Cushion, bard - both serve to relax through entertainment.
[even that frown is adorable! for as long as morgan doesn't sling a spell, far be it for merlin to cease pushing her luck. will the queen mind delicate, pretty fingers dancing close to her cheek as a prelude to more or naught? time to find out! goodness how this queen's appeal increases when she's in a mood.]
Oh, but girl talk with your masseuse is now on the table too, y'know? Might as well let your hair down now that you're not holding court and all.
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Merlin's brazen behavior is pushing her tolerance for insolence. ]
You have such an audacious tongue.
[ She says as she tries to catch those wandering fingers after the first brush. She is determined to disturb her, it seems; the temptation to curse her grows as one of the options at her disposal. She postpones the punishment for now. If they were in her kingdom, it would have been different. But under the shade of an apple tree, surrounded by those fragrant pink blossoms that this woman blooms into life, she may be feeling lenient.
Is she expecting her to unwind and spill her thoughts? ]
Unlike you, I value the importance of silence.
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[the only main agenda is fun - not that merlin's going to mention that aloud. point is, they're both obviously divested if responsibility, and arthur, who this morgan is not directly concerned with, is more than capable of handling himself. the general idea of having one's bases covered can be more of less ticked off (not that any heavy lifting was involved, bug it's the thought that counts!]
Indeed, silence is great - how can we hear the breeze sing otherwise? But such a thing is only useful when one isn't in a frowny broody mood --- ah!
[those fingers? ghosting morgan's jaw to tuck hair behind a lovely ear, close to the fae queen's neck, as merlin smiles prettily.]
Want to know how audacious my tongue can get without the involvement of words?
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[ Voice as dry as a drained well, but not as cold as usual. It is the summer breeze. It is the youthful stirrings she refuses to acknowledge. This Merlin is better at escaping than her male counterpart, eluding her capture. Those fingers are fiendishly back to their unneeded focus on her face.
(It doesn't feel bad, but she doesn't know what to feel about his proximity. This "overload" in her senses. The last person to touch her hair to fix it for Uther's coronation day was Totorot).
'Frowny broody mood' — She has no time to be outraged about that juvenile mockery because Merlin doubles up with her following statement. She cranes her neck to send her a silent glare that preludes to harsh, outraged rejection. ]
Demonstrate it, then. [ Or should have. An illogical response born out of frustration and grief she cannot process in a place that buries all sorrows. Maybe she'll regret her lapse, or perhaps she won't. ] Humans have a phrase that suits you — You are all talk.
[ Her mouth curls into a small smirk while her hand is the one that reaches to scrape Merlin's bottom lip. Those memories from her counterpart are truly handy sometimes. ]
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[her eyes widen, the fingers on her surprise-parted mouth sending a silly jolt to her chest and further down.
oh. oh.
how rare it is these days, to be caught off-guard when her world's vivianne spurned her advances as their games grew thornier. rejection was something mostly-expected, (assumed) improbable acceptance a pawn on a board for two ---- hold on, is this how she actually gets trapped!? but she can't sense any magecraft???]
--- hahh!
[an exhale that ends with tension-relieving giggle. alright, yeah, she can be a touch more reckless that Big Brother Merlin when the mood to chase the present siezes her, but she fails to see any particular downsides other than morgan maybe teasing her. how anticipation brightens the color dusting her cheeks.]
Even you must know that's a big fat lie. [for merlin's the best succubus who's ever succed, sucked, mouthed and taken all the lovers she's lured to her bed, 100% fun guaranteed. for emphasis --- she pouts, hand grazing lower. will morgan permit petal-light fingers dancing on the top of her breast?] I'm more than happy to show you how far I can go, of course, but do tell - does that tattoo of yours do anything?
[if they ever get that far. whether they do or not, merlin's happy to play it by the ear]
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She can even see the gears turn in the last succubus' head. If it is a trap, or if she is serious or taunting her. She will let those thoughts plague them without any indication of a straightforward reply. Her cold fingers slid down her mouth to pick Merlin's chin, thumb brushing idly the rose-inked cheeks. ]
I suppose your mouth must thoroughly chew your meals.
[ She concedes, and not without sending a reminder that she is fully aware of her nature. Which leads her to scourge her intentions. ] I find it odd — to spend time with someone who will never nourish you rather than frolic somewhere to play with your food.
[ Her counterpart, in her latest manifestation, had human blood in her. So Morgan assumed that was why that arrangement was made. But the queen of winter is a pure fairy. Those fuzzy feelings, the nutritious dreams of mankind, and everything Merlin could look for? She has none of it.
Her breath stills when she feels those traveling fingers on her chest. It is surprising but not unpleasant, and her expression is neutral until Merlin speaks again. ]
I don't have a tattoo.
[ The woman scoffs. Is she speaking of that marking? ]
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not that merlin's doing any resisting, hooking an index finger beneath the blue ribbon looping beneath morgan's bust, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick the underside of her upper lip.
"food," indeed. as mortal youth in worlds unscathed say, morgan is an absolute snacc.]
It's called "having fun." [her thumb, reaching up to caress the line of the queen's winter pale and the bodice's black. if the hand gesture 's awfully similar to something else, it's part of the tease.] I'm certain you know of it!
[not that her movement remains smooth for long, breath stuttering in her chest when morgan inadvertently reveals the different nature of her markings.]
Don't you, now.
[obviously ---- something merlin confirms for herself as her hand slides down once more to touch the pretty sigil beneath morgan's navel, finger-tips warmed with mana meant to enhance sensation. purely for academic purposes, of course.]
So this is here just because? [teasing.] That's so cute!
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Her face remains as calm and expressionless as she can muster with the circumstances, but a faint blush has begun to streak her pale complexion and spread from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.
What is Morgan doing? She can't let Merlin get the upper hand like this? ]
Attempting to rob me of my dignity is hardly amusing.
[ She complains as her fingers uncurl from the chin and move to her throat. No squeezing. Not yet. The other hand grasps a few strands of that silky silver hair, threading it between her fingers and pulling it when the touch of her blue marking left her out of breath and a trembling bottom lip. ]
I am still waiting for your demonstration.
[ She demands, half a hiss, half a dare. She tries to ignore the cutesy comment, but the persistent blush reaches her cheeks. They are so exposed here out in the open. The lake is nearby, and other faeries could see them. But there are no constructions in Avalon, aside from that penance Tower that the other Merlin remains locked.
It is a land of fairies. Civilization has no place here. That means she needs to think of other means to preserve her already damaged pride. ]
Perhaps you should start impressing me with your illusionism. Are you as skilled as that irritating man?
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[and it is her bed for all intents and purposes when she blindly reaches for her staff with her free hand, sending mana to mould the petals beneath them into a mattress in response to that dare.]
Now, now, it's not nice to compare. [merlin pouts. in truth, she doesn't care, but she's not about to spill her secrets all willy nilly.] You don't see me bringing up my world's Vivienne, do you? Personally, I don't mind a tumble in an open field, but suit yourself!
[for while merlin has the potential to be as proficient as her counterpart, their different priorities also have affected their skills. thus, she makes an actual tent, and only weaves in both illusion and enchantment to keep unwanted vouyers away.]
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[ Bistrles Morgan at the implication that she is less than a pure fairy; her index finger's fingernail digs into the bare skin of Merlin's exposed throat as a warning. Unless she shakes the queen's hand, she will leave a superficial half-moon-shaped cut on her tender flesh. Her Proper Human History counterpart might have been born in those unfortunate circumstances during her last manifestation, but she has no blood linking to any mankind's lineage. Even her foster parent was a fairy.
The string of protests about to flood out her mouth goes suddenly silent at the brazen remark. She won't squirm. It makes her look ridiculously vulnerable, but it is how she feels. This is nothing like Uther's chaste displays. ]
You do a credit to your gilded tongue.
[ That concession does not mean her suspicion decreases. Her continuous glib makes the queen increasingly tense. She wonders if this seduction attempt is to render her out of focus, defenseless to the merciless stab of a holy sword. It is a foolish action when she can't die in Avalon. But perhaps that is not her aim...and she cannot think of alternatives when the flowerbed turns into something less metaphoric and more tangible. ]
You brought her up earlier. [ She says, eyes darting to the mattress. It's soft, she thinks. Pleasant. LIke a trap. The queen remained on her throne for two thousand years. The savior who traversed Fairy Britain to fight calamities. Her usual resting place used to be chalk-white marble or fallen leaves by a campfire. This woman is trying to assassinate her with softness. ] I am sure you still think of her when you look at me.
[ She raises her upper body, flipping around to face her. No more using her lap as her pillow. ]
You two mustn't have parted ways on good terms.
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I think we're looking at different interpretations of decorum.
[a (relatively) rare use of tact and diplomacy from merlin, who does not yield to the hand on her throat. it's just --- the appearance of clothing tends to be optional where fae vanity is concerned, y'know? honoring and twisting agreements and promises is a more pressing concern for most owing to the magic of their being.
to her, it's becoming more apparent how morgan's two thousand years in that distant, contrived kingdom may have created such distance of perception, and merlin's not about to point that out if morgan's solidly made up her mind about it.]
Bringing up the differences in your countenance isn't the same as comparing skills, don't you think? Whether it concerns magecraft or the bedchamber. [or a tent, in this case. and if morgan's going to turn around and face her, merlin's going to place a dainty finger on the queen's lips and gently press up her knee between morgan's thighs.] If you really want a rundown on how we broke up, I'm afraid I can't say anything other than "we had different roles to play."
But why bring this up? It's enough that we acknowledge we aren't each other's counterparts.
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[ Morgan argues, giving her a severe look to defend her position. Merlin's guess is not incorrect. Building a civilization is unnatural for a fairy yet Morgan had to do such a thing to fabricate history that made her Britain stand as a Lost World with its own Mystic Order. But truly, her counterpart irremediably affected her development when she sent her will and memories to the young Aesc. She isn't human, but the other Morgan had human blood. She could obtain the creativity and ingenuity of humanity without any of the emotional setbacks that afflicted the princess in Proper Human History.
On the other hand, it is because she has never been in this type of situation before. This "embarrassment" leaves an unpleasant, burning effect on her cheeks. ]
I don't even know that man very much for you to worry about comparisons.
[ She sneers, unhappy about the very implication she would even have a basis of comparison in a more intimate area. Unlike Proper Human History, she has always viewed him as a thorn who would sabotage her, colored by the resentment but knowing he would not support her wish.
Morgan's words are briefly silenced by the finger brushing her lips until she pushes her hand away. ]
I know you even less than I know him. [ And learning why this is a bad idea might discourage her feeling weak-kneed when this creature flutters her pretty silver lashes. ]
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tugs.]
What a good girl you must be to insist.
[considering praise as she shifts her knee, coaxing friction as the sparse fabric covering her thighs fall to her hips, exposing black gartered stockings. whoopsie. teasing aside, she needn't go further in describing unsexy things like fairy britain's court.]
Then let's leave it at that. [if morgan allows it, merlin will move to clasp the hand that battered hers away, drawing it close to kiss the pulse point.] Being with a woman is different from being with a man, even one who knows what he's doing --- I'll say that much.
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She does feel her tugging and other ministration. Her look sharpens into a glare, but she keeps her mouth tightly shut. As if her voice would come out too weak or too pleased by the woman's actions. Until says...
Did she call her a "good girl"? ]
You are condescending to me.
[ Morgan sputters, raising her hand again to swat Merlin's other hand. A miscalculation. For now, Merlin has captured her. She could still pull away, but she chooses to observe what she'll do with suspicion, and something else, burning in her cold eyes. ]
Both prospects sound boring.
[ She states plainly. Carnality seems tedious and sweaty. She doesn't understand the appeal. It is fine only by this proximity: her body partly stranding Merlin's, and her free hand still looming over her throat. ]