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“Obviously, I will have Carys eat anybody who tries,” Merlin told him cheerfully.

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

“This is what happens when you grow up without a maternal influence, you know,” Merlin told the egg sadly. “You become Arthur. You take dragon eggs that knock your manservant unconscious and start projecting all of your repressed female feelings on them and keep them hidden in your chambers even though your father has a tyrannical ban against all magic.”

Obviously, it was no ordinary egg.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur. “Well, obviously it would be a longer period than a chicken’s,” Arthur said confidently before turning over his shoulder toward the egg, still toasting in front of the fireplace. “Although that brings an even more pressing question of what we’ll do after it hatches.” Scowling, Merlin said, “I told you we should have cast it into the forest.” But Arthur only flashed him one of those smiles that made him look eternally young and brilliant, and which had probably charmed all the lady maids in the castle for all of his prattish childhood years. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Merlin?”

“Anyway,” Arthur said, righting himself again, arms wrapped around — around an egg the size of a small boulder, “it apparently threw this at you.” “Oh,” Merlin promised, knee-jerk, “I will have that thing skinned for boots.”

Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road. Ryan ran after it. Spencer saw the car and ran after Ryan. He didn’t remember anything after that. He didn’t know if Ryan remembered it differently.

Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road.

Where Spencer died when he was little and Ryan is the only one who can see him, that is until Brendon shows up. 4,800 Words

Spencer's dead. He's haunting Ryan. Enter Brendon.

What if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost?

A while ago I was talking about what if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? This is the only time of year I can get away with actually writing that, so here you go: it's a ghostfic!

Spencer is a ghost

Threesome involving Spencer's ghost.

Brendon/Ryan/Spencer

Spencer died when he was ten, and he's stayed with Ryan ever since, but he knows Ryan needs somebody else in his life (and maybe so does Spencer).

Brendon gaped at him and the stranger looked back with several different expressions chasing each other over his face - surprise, amusement, confusion, slow shock - and just as Brendon finally managed to demand, “Who the hell are you?” the stranger blurted, “You can see me?”

What if Spencer was dead and there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? Totally not as creepy and/or depressing as it sounds.

Arther and Merlin years later from an outside perspective

"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur

Future fic. Arthur in battle,from the POV of a foreign king

He looks up, and flashes a smile past Coveros, at Vedica. "That was you with the stasis spell, right? That was tremendously clever, I wish I could figure out how you did it." Vedica freezes, and a moment later, as he realizes who this servant must be, so does Coveros. Vedica stutters, after a moment, "It's-- it's a slowing of certain, um, biological-- for difficult pregnancies, you see, sometimes, to stop her from bearing early, it's--" and he's heard her explain this dozens of times already, so he knows she's just clamped her mouth shut on "very useful in lambing time."

Arthur, his knights and Merlin ride to the aid of the Celtic king and his battle weary warriors.

Third person POV of Arthur's rescue of a gaelic tribe. Beautiful incorporation of an outsider's POV to the great king Arthur is and his relationship with Merlin.

"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur ~ An outsider observes Merlin and the King.

I LOVE this fic.

PG-13. "If he does not return within these walls before sunset, no mortal power can bring him back to Camelot, and he will ride with the Hunt forever." Sequel to Beltane.

"I have called you to give you a warning," the dragon said. "A red moon rises over Camelot this night. The Wild Hunt will ride." Sequel to Beltane.

"'I have called you to give you a warning,' the dragon said. 'A red moon rises over Camelot this night. The Wild Hunt will ride.'" Sequel to Beltane, prequel That Shall Achieve The Sword. Pre-slash.

After he woke up at dawn three days running with a voice insistently calling his name, Arthur finally lost patience and got his crossbow and a torch and stalked down to the dungeons. "No, don't get up," he told the abashed guards he'd surprised at their dicing, and took the passage down to the dragon.

"Do you see his future clearly now?" The woman was silent. "The future often slips from sight," she said, finally. "Hm," the dragon said, and lowered its head to its forearms. "Did we bind the heir to the Wild Magic," it said, "or set loose the heir to the Old?" [Ale to ma KLIMAT. <3 Świetna historia. No i ARTUR, mój Boże. Ba, Merlin też, ale Artur - Artur to Artur.]

The sequel to Beltane... Merlin's reached his twenty-first birthday, and the Wild Hunt is riding.

Immediately follows Beltane

“Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach.

Words: ~13,000 Spoilers: general for season 1, set during and after 1.13 “Le Morte d’Arthur” Summary: “Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach.

“Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach. -- inspired by wondering how Merlin was going to explain his absences from Camelot in “Le Morte d’Arthur”

"'Arthur doesn’t know,' Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach."

The next day Arthur awoke late to an empty room. A boy from the kitchens brought Arthur his breakfast, and when Merlin still hadn’t appeared by the time the dishes were being cleared away, Arthur sighed and instructed the boy to go and find him. It was close to midday when Sir Kay’s manservant appeared to help him bathe and dress, apologising that the kitchen boy had been unable to find Arthur’s own manservant. A growing sense of unease sat in the pit of his stomach throughout the afternoon, filled again with visits from his father and the well-wishers of the court, and an assortment of servants, but no Merlin. Arthur considered whether he had the energy to work up a good stink about it. It was only when the light was fading from the sky and he was sitting watching a maid make up the fire that he realised he also had not seen Gaius today.

Summary: “Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach. eloquent

Slow-moving reveal of Merlin's magic. Arthur asks all the little questions without asking the one big one. Lovely.

"It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon."

It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon. This is such a heartwarming fic, I love how Merlin is still so essentially himself, even in bird form :)

Summary: It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

in which merlin disappears and everyone discovers that arthur is a softie for birds.

PG, Merlin/Arthur. 2700 words. It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated.

Bandom (Panic at the Disco) | Ryan/Brendon | 2,400 words | PG Summary: Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated. Warning: Real Person Fiction Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know any of the members of Panic at the Disco, and don't in the least imagine that this is what goes on in their bus. No offence is meant. A/N: Not beta'd. Typo spotting earns you grateful smiles.

Not-a-robot-Robot!Ryan "You sang me back home," Ryan said quietly. Then he frowned. "No, wait, that sounded really lame." "You're writing lyrics right now, aren't you?" Brendon asked, the laugh spilling into his voice. "Like, while we were kissing, you were totally putting half your attention into working out synonyms."

Standalone. Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated.

"Oh my god," Spencer said, "Ryan is not actually a robot, Brendon." || Ryan get whammied by a fan, and starts acting strangely. Cracky and hilarious at the beginning, but actually kinda creepy, until it all ends in adorable.

In which the band wake up one day and find that Ryan turned into a robot. Only he didn't (and Jon also managed to break him. But not on purpose).

2,400 words. Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated. -- this is adooooorable. i am confused but very happy.

Brendon giggled, breathless. "He's a broken robot," he said. "Oh, wow, this is messed up."

Interesting, weird thinky thing where Colin's identity blurs with Merlin's.

The lines between merlin/arthur and colin/bradley blur as art imitates life...subtle, great characterisation, not too sappy

Bradley is not Arthur, Colin is confused and both of them end up in a lake.

“Wimp,” says Bradley, and Katie lets out a fresh cackle of merriment. “I want a drink. Get us some drinks, won’t you, Colin?” When Colin returns, clutching four sizable coffees, there is an odd sort of silence in the room for the briefest of moments, like someone was talking about him, like someone knows something he doesn’t, but then Bradley rolls off the bed and lands on his face, and everyone laughs, and Colin forgets.

Bradley is not Arthur, Colin is confused and both of them end up in a lake

Chicago Bromance Stockholm Syndrom: a cautionary tale. Or: Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With.

Five dudes Jon Walker has been kind of gay with. // Fun and warm to the touch. Jon-centric, which makes my day. Left a smile on my face - the best kind of fic.

Subtitled: "Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With."

Jon loves his guys. In Chicago, that's what you do.

(a cautionary tale) Or: Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With.

Oh, oblivious Jon, so adorable. Sweet and silly.

Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With

2009-03, casual mentions of drug use | Author's summary: Jon gets into the Chicago scene pretty early | Or, "Jon hasn't been pining for Ryan at all and doesn't realize they're dating. I WOULD READ SO MANY STORIES WITH THAT BASIC PLOT."

Jon knows where he belongs and it's in a bus or even a van with a bunch of other guys going backwards and forwards across the country and getting far too well acquainted with each other's sweaty armpits. Jon loves his guys. In Chicago, that's what you do.

(alternate version c: Jon hasn't been pining for Ryan at all and doesn't realize they're dating. I WOULD READ SO MANY STORIES WITH THAT BASIC PLOT.)

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'.

Summary: In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'. Notes: this was pretty adorable. i really wish it was longer.

Jon wins Brendon in a card game and they elope to Gretna Green ... of course things aren't actually that simple. A cute little fic with a happy ending!

Summary: In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'.

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game.

He looked up, giving Brendon a warm, sweet smile. "Sir, I have won your hand honourably. Will you go with me?"

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Regency AU.

Jon wins Brendon in a game of chance. || Utterly charming harlequin short, based off a Georgette Heyer short story.

It was Zack's fault, really. 1,303 words.

The one where the stoners! at the disco are at a truckstop full of shiny distractions and lose Jon. Everything about this story is wonderful, seriously.

It was Zack's fault, really.

So the thing that winter, when Brendon hugged that cop a little bit inappropriately, that was really actually Zack's fault, too.

They had split up--there was a Starbucks and a newsstand and a gift shop and bathrooms and vending machines and one of those claw games, there was a lot to do and see

In which Jon Walker is lost.