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long live

E | Complete | 22/22 | 85, 363 words |

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary:

Steve Harrington was a pitiful excuse for a crown prince, and he would be an even worse disappointment as a king. Only worthy enough to sire the next heirs and hope they lived up the expectations of the throne.

Until one little thing comes along in the middle of the night and upends everything Steve has ever known--leaving him on the run, with no one to trust. Then comes along a man, with chaos in his blood and enrapturing eyes that Steve finds himself following first as an ally...and then something much more.

Steve Harrington was never meant to be a crown prince, but instead, perhaps he could be a man of his own making.

Tags:

Prince Steve Harrington, Commoner Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Runaway Steve Harrington, Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending

Beta Read by: katedoesnotexist

Artist: @staymagical

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #getting together #strangers to lovers #prince steve harrington #medieval au #angst with a happy ending #steve harrington x eddie munson #strbb 2024 #strbb #stranger things reverse big bang #stranger things reverse big bang 2024 #explicit steddie

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My fic for the 2024 Merthur Glompfest!! Had an absolutely great time writing this one and hope everyone enjoys.

Title: Instead of Roses By: @paceprompting Gift for: DarKymi / @rehaliahdrarys Rating: Mature Word Count: 14, 371 words Warning(s): Merlin gets a bit ill in the beginning, nothing serious, but otherwise No Archive Warnings Apply Creator Notes (Optional): If I could add and add to this prompt forever, I really think that I would. It was lots of fun to write and be a little extra! Thank you to DarKymi for such a creative prompt, and helping me write outside my comfort zone. ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: After Merlin mistakenly eats a poisonous flower, the only cure involves him losing control of his magic. The chaos that ensues leads Arthur to several conclusions: 1) he needs to legalize magic in Camelot, 2) he enjoys watching Merlin's magic more than he ever thought he would, and 3) he can't keep pushing down his feelings for his loyal sorcerer for much longer.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54663001

#merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merthur glompfest #merthur glompfest 2024 #glomper: paceprompting #glompee: darkymi #merthur fic #merthur fic rec #first kiss #getting together #king arthur #court sorcerer merlin

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I'm pleased to present one of my art contributions to the @strangerthingsreversebigbang, a fic bind cover that I plan to bring into the physical world. The lovely @paceprompting has written a fabulous Medieval AU called Long Live featuring Prince Steve Harrington and Commoner Eddie Munson. Please please go give it soooooo much love, it deserves it. And stay tuned for the final physical fic bind later :)

#stranger things fanart #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things reverse big bang #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic

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from an angel fallen and a man unrighteous

M | Complete | 33K | Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary:

Having left the Winchesters behind, seemingly for good, Castiel resigned himself to a life alone on the run, with his grace slowly failing more each day. Becoming more human than angel. All he had left was his stubborn will and the love he felt for a man he could never have, with any duty or loyalty to Heaven long behind him.

He never thought it’d lead to a baby.

Much less a Nephilim, who’s parentage he needed desperately to keep secret.

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My contribution, alongside the amazing @jayjayverse aka Jay Vlaq, to the Dean/Cas Reverse Bang 2024! Make sure you check them out for lots more art!!

Check out this post for the art!

Little bit of accidental baby acquisition, little bit of getting together with a dash of jealous Dean...I'm quite happy with this one if I do say so myself.

#getting together #domestic fluff #kidfic #nephilim #not jack #destiel #destiel fic #dean/cas reverse bang #dcrb #dcrb 2024 #destiel fic rec #fic with art #accidental baby acquisition

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Art contribution to the Dean/Cas Reverse Bang 2024

From an angel fallen and a man unrighteous by paceprompting

Summary: Having left the Winchesters behind, seemingly for good, Castiel resigned himself to a life alone on the run, with his grace slowly failing more each day. Becoming more human than angel. All he had left was his stubborn will and the love he felt for a man he could never have, with any duty or loyalty to Heaven long behind him. He never thought it’d lead to a baby. Much less a Nephilim, who’s parentage he needed desperately to keep secret.

- ao3 art -

#supernatural #spn #fanart #destiel #dcrb24 #dcrb #deancasreversebang2024 #dadstiel #domestic fluff #slight angst #fic rec

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“Simon, do you really think I’m royalty?”

“You know I do”

“Then stop bossing me around.”

Or, Anastasia AU. For Day 3 | AU/Alternate Universe | @carryon-countdown

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Fics by: paceprompting

(aka me) (updated Nov. 2023)

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Apple Pie Order

First Son

The Very Touch of You

Crown of Feathers and Stars

If Time Passed a Little Different

Starlight, Starcrossed

Baby, Angel, Sunshine

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

While You Were Gone

in the wake of shadows there is a sun

Red Scarlet

do you remember feeling invincible

If I Gave All My Heart

not a thing to wait for (but one to choose)

Corruption

Gwaine/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon/

They Ought to Be

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

When You Say My Name

an ember’s flame

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Before and After

One Day to Living Without

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Climbing Into Chairs

Luke Skywalker/Han Solo

Scoundrel

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Stay

#fic rec #fic rec list #fic masterpost #fic masterlist #dean x castiel #dean winchester x castiel #merlin x arthur #merlin x arthur pendragon #steve x bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #sherlock x john #sherlock holmes x john watson #luke x han #luke skywalker x han solo #clark x bruce #clark kent x bruce wayne #destiel fic rec #merthur fic rec #stucky fic rec #johnlock fic rec #skysolo fic rec #superbat fic rec #buck x eddie #buddie fic rec

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omg, I never thought I'd never thought I'd ever have something like a gifset made for one of my fics! I'm so glad I was paired with you for this event, because this is so good.

I'm just going to spend all year watching eddie's bombastic side eye, don't worry about me

“Oh, I think he does like it.”

When You Say My Name by paceprompting

An uncomfortable first meeting with Eddie's family leads to a small discovery, and kicks Buck and Eddie into gear concerning the tenuous will-they-won't-they relationship long in the making.

...as well as a few more exciting discoveries.

AKA: 5 times Eddie calls Buck "Evan", and 1 time Buck does the same for him

READ ON AO3

@wipbigbang

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #wipbigbang

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Don't You Forget About Me

Part Two

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Description: Jake's had to live with a lot of incredibly annoying people over his life. But of all of them, he's never been as frustrated by anyone the way he has been frustrated by one Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster may be a textbook perfect pilot but he hesitates too much. Tell someone they'll never get anywhere once and get your head bitten off? Sure. But at the same time, Jake can't help remembering the one person who had inspired him to dream of the sky. That Bradley, wherever he is, had better be proud. Because Jake is. This Bradley, no matter how sexy and alluring with his damned pornstache and effortlessly tousled curls had better watch out. His callsign is Hangman for one particular reason, after all. Everything comes to a head after the Uranium Mission. Maybe Jake's Bradley from Texas is closer than he thinks? Disclaimer: This is a Hangster story -> What you see is what you get, folks. Slight mention of homophobic/ lgbtq+ phobic family members. Word Count: 2755 Author's Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event based on the song Don't You Forget About Me by the Simple Minds. Here's part two. I hope you all like it! Part two happens after the Uranium Mission and is in Jake's POV.

It's been a long road, getting to where I am right now. Years of sweat and blood and tears. Years of ignoring my uncle's insistent demands for money, years of sporadic contact with Mom. But I don't regret one bit of the pain or sorrow of the past decade. I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn't met Bradley at the party all those years ago. Hell, I probably would've been working on some ranch in Texas, still under my uncle's thumbs and miserable to boot.

I can still remember the smile on his face and how gentle he'd been with me. I mean, don't tell Phoenix or anything, but I haven't always looked this good. There was a time when I weighed about ninety pounds soaking wet. I was gangly limbed - all the grace of a newborn colt with none of the dexterity. The only thing I knew I wanted for the future was to stay with my boyfriend. That went over well, didn't it? Especially considering how monumentally that relationship crashed and burned.

It's weird, attributing so many of the biggest accomplishments in my life to one person, especially someone that I knew for only a night over a decade ago.  His words, his opinions, I remember them like I’m still sitting in the passenger seat of his car. But I barely remember his face or what he was wearing. The attraction? That I still remember. I remember that all too well, one could say. I’ve never felt like that with another man before him. Even the fact that he’d called me ‘kid’ hadn’t seemed to matter, not when my hand was in his and when I was transfixed by the heat in his whiskeyed gaze. It’s no wonder that whiskey is one of my favorite drinks, not when each sip makes me remember his eyes.

There’s only been one other person in the past twelve years that has made me feel the same way that Bradley did. Even his first name is the same, and his eyes. But he’s never once looked at me like he remembers me. So he can’t be the boy who changed my life. Then there’s the fact that until not too long ago, I couldn’t stand him either. Him and I, we’ve always been like oil and water. Bradshaw was the responsible person. The guy COs loved to fawn over because he flew by the book without ever deviating from it. I’m the renegade, the maverick - the guy you send in to get shit done no matter what. He was the asshole who everybody liked and who wouldn’t get off of the perch his namesakes loved to sit on. 

But even I can admit that things have changed over the past few weeks. I’m a part of a team, for one. Not just a lone ranger doing their own thing. I’m actually a part of this squadron. Standing in the Hard Deck after what has to be the hardest mission of my whole career, I feel better than I ever have. Let me make it clear. I was the auxiliary on the mission. A part of me is still not over that fact. I understand it now, but call it my ego or my need to succeed or whatever you want, it still stings. Maverick saw my performance up in the air, he saw how I flew and he still found me lacking.

But I was the man everyone could count on. The guy who made sure everyone came home. But why is the true hero of the mission, the man who made the one-in-a-million shot, sans laser sight, during the mission, nowhere to be seen?  Phoenix is doing shots with Bob. Payback and Fanboy are poorly serenading some unsuspecting girls on the other end of the bar to the song pouring out of the jukebox. But where is Rooster?

There must be something wrong because he hasn’t unplugged the jukebox even once and led the bar into an easy rendition of some Jerry Lee Lewis throwback from a century ago. I haven’t spent a single night at the Hard Deck out with him where he hasn’t rounded the night out with a surprisingly tuneful albeit drunken rendition. Between me and whoever else hears my mental dialogue, it should be illegal for someone to sound that good while drunk. The bar is packed, but well, you’d think finding a six-foot-tall man would be far easier than you think. But even as I order two beers from Jimmy at the bar, I don’t see Rooster Bradshaw anywhere. At least that is, until I’m in the corner of the bar near the pool tables.

He’s sitting on the deck out back, looking out over the placid ocean. It’s honestly a relief to escape the hoppy stale air and the insistent crowd the minute I open the doors. If I have to tell the story of my dashing rescue mission, complete with “Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman, this is your savior speaking.”, I might just scream. My throat is sore and I wish that the news of my derring do’s hadn’t passed around base the moment the carrier docked. 

But all of my thoughts fly out of my mind the minute I see his face. He looks good, it wasn’t exactly a secret that first night back in San Diego that I thought that. I’ve always thought he looked way too good to be true. But tonight, even I can admit that Bradley Bradshaw has looked better. There are dark bruises rising up across his chest, his arm is in a sling and as a whole he looks like he’d be better suited to curling up in bed than sitting out on the beach outside of a bar. Should he even be drinking with the potent meds I’m sure the doctors gave him? I’m kind of afraid to ask, so instead I sit down near him and hand him one of the beers. I rub the condensation away on my jeans and truly, I don’t know what to say.

A part of me knows that I should ask if he’s okay, but instead I ask, quietly, my voice barely audible over the rushing ocean tide, “Why did you do it?”

“Do what, Bagman?” He’s slurring his words, exhaustion evident in every pore. When he picked up a bruise on his cheek, I have no idea.

“Why did you go back?” I don’t know why of all the questions I have for Bradley Bradshaw after over a decade competing with him, it was this one that I chose to ask.

He looks confused for far too long before he rasps out, “I had to. Mav’s the only family I have left.”

His earnest, easy acceptance and love for our Captain leaks from every word. The look on his face, too, is unspeakably familiar. I can’t help wondering if maybe I have met Bradley Bradshaw before. But when? How? I don’t think we’ve actually talked to each other, not once since the day we met. It’s been friction, just glorious dizzying friction since that day. He pushes me to be better, even when he’s acting like I’m not worth the space I inhabit.

Tonight, though, Bradley Bradshaw makes me feel different. It’s probably just the exhaustion on his face as he sips lacklusterly on the beer in his hands. But I feel younger and older all at once. In the glint of the moon, his eyes flash golden.

“Why’d you do it, Jake?” I wasn’t expecting that question. Not at all. 

“I…” If he notices how my throat works as I try to string my disparate thoughts together, he doesn’t call any attention to it. I feel transfixed under the liquid amber of his gaze. “I had to.”

“Mav said we all had to come home. All of us meant you and him too. I’ve lost a wingman already. I’m not ready to lose anymore.”

I busy myself shredding the sodden label of the beer in my hands. It’s mostly full still, my mouth too dry and throat too tight to swallow any of the liquid. My head’s spinning too, caught in his gaze.

“Huh…” His chuckle makes my cheeks warm. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I didn’t either.” For several moments, it’s quiet outside. Then someone props the back door open and I can hear some of the music pouring out of the jukebox. 

Don't you try and pretend

It's my feeling we'll win in the end

I won't harm you or touch your defenses

Vanity and security, ah

Don't you forget about me

“Why’d you join the Navy, Hangman?” My eyes open at the unexpected question. I guess they’d closed when I listened to the song on the juke.

“I figure I might as well ask.” He shrugs, just the one shoulder, gesturing with his bottle to get me to spit the words on the tip of my tongue out.

“I met someone going to Officer Candidate School when I was seventeen in Austin. He was different … nice. I’ve never been called a kid more affectionately. He told me about the Navy, and well, there was nothing better waiting for me. So I joined up right after I graduated.” Nostalgia colors my tone as I think back to how different I was back then. “I think this song was playing on the radio actually.”

What I don’t expect to hear is laughter. Pained, overloud, sudden, jarring laughter. I turn my head and like I expected, it’s coming from Bradley Bradshaw. It rankles a little having someone laugh at something I’ve never told anyone else.

“What?!” If I sound like I’m snarling, well I’m sure it’s my prerogative.

“God you always were a little shit, huh?” The naked fondness is more than a little surprising. 

“What do you mean?” I’m pouting and grumbling, I know. My beer’s sitting on the decking and I have no idea where I should look. If I look into his smug face, I’m going to say something I know I’ll regret. 

“You ran into me that night, if I remember correctly. Called me an asshole and everything." This can't be happening. There is no way this is happening. My Bradley, the kind, supportive one, can't be Chicken Bradshaw. That's not possible. Please don't tell me I've spent the better part of a decade trying to antagonize the one person who convinced me that there was something better for me than being my uncle's whipping boy.

"I definitely did not." 

"You were about ninety pounds soaking wet. Sure, you look different, but that particular rage in your eyes? I've only ever seen it on one other person." He licks his lips, but while I should be focusing on what he's saying, I can't help noticing how chapped they are and how incredibly soft they look.

I'm frozen, paralyzed. Until a hand nudges my own. I'm not sure why I do it, but I put my hand in Rooster's. His hands feel the same as they did all that time ago. Big, just a little bigger than my own, the long fingers calloused but gentle and warm as they clasp mine.

"I know I'm probably not who you thought you wanted to thank." Is that self-deprecation in Rooster Bradshaw's tone? No way. He just saved the entire world as we know it.

"Who says, Roo?" It's gratifying to see the pink on the apples of his cheeks. This close it feels like there are whole galaxies in his eyes and I feel this sudden sense of deja vu.

In Austin, all those years ago, as we were talking high above the city in Bradley's vintage Bronco, all I wanted to do was sink into his lap and kiss him until all he knew was me. I thought I'd outgrown that particular fascination with the stars in his eyes and the scars trailing down the side of his face. Obviously not. 

A lot has changed in the decade between that night and this one. I'm still incredibly handsome, obviously, but muscular and fit, no longer emaciated and malnourished. Bradley's even broader and stronger than he was before - beefy is the only term I can use. And DADT, that one governing guideline for all non-heterosexual people in the military is dust in the wind.

But more than what I want, which is to croon 'Roo' into his ear as he rails me until I can't feel anything below my waist, I have to consider whether he wants me, too. It wouldn't be the first time that I'm too much for somebody. It probably won't be the last time either. 

"Hangman? Jake? JAKE!" I blink, sure I'm blushing because I think I just zoned out looking at his lips.

"You okay?" 

I nod, smiling just a little. He's close, incredibly, impossibly close to me.

"Jake. Tell me if I'm reading this wrong, but I really want to kiss you." His raspy voice sends shivers down my spine.

But I know he's not feeling his best, so I take control. His hair feels like silk at my fingertips as I peck his lips, once, twice, and finally a third time. It feels way too good, how even those simple kisses make me feel giddy in a way I've never felt before.

I cradle his face gently in between my palms, levering my body onto his lap until I'm straddling his waist.

"You look good, Bradshaw." His chuckle makes me smile, something real. Something soft and new.

"I am good, Seresin. Too good to be true." I kiss him again, relishing in the prickle of his mustache against my lips and cheeks. This new angle also lets me look, really look at Roo. There are dark smudges under his eyes, bruise-like in their intensity.

"Roo," My voice is gentle as I pepper kisses against his jaw. "How long has it been since you've slept, baby?"

His nose wrinkles. "I haven't really slept since before we left."

"Let me take you home, then, sweetheart?" His eyes darken at my words, but I stop him with a soft chuckle. "Not to do that. Though I do want to. You look as exhausted as I feel. I just want to see you sleep, darlin'. Okay?"

His nod is a little dazed, but he doesn't argue when I grab the beer bottles and slip back in to drop them off back at the bar. I get accosted on my way back out to Roo by the one person who would be perceptive enough to notice the two of us out there.

"Hey, Hangman." I blink, more than a little surprised at the surprisingly strong arm barring my way.

"What can I do for you, Bobby Boy?" 

He pushes his glasses up and says in a serious tone, "The two of you are good together. Take care of him, yeah?"

Now I really must've entered the twilight zone. I've got everything I've ever wanted and the one person who probably should disapprove of everything I do just told me to take care of Roo. But I can't help the giddy grin on my face. Rooster's still right where I left him, watching the few sparse clouds sail past the moon.

"Take me home, Seresin." I don't think I could stop smiling if I tried. He's said my last name so many times, in so many ways, but it's never been so fondly.

"You got it, Bradshaw." His hand is warm and secure in mine as I get him into the passenger seat of my pickup.

By the time I pull into my parking spot on base, Roo's nearly half-asleep. Sleep's tugging at me too, but I manage to keep it at bay until I have him in a pair of my flannel pajama pants, curled up comfortably under the sheets of my bed.

I lie down and face him, tracing each dip and strong line of his face with my eyes as I finally start to fall asleep after the mission.

"Hey, Jake?" I hum lightly, too tired to say anything more.

"Don't you forget about me, okay?"

"I'll be calling your name, Roo. I couldn't forget you if I tried." It's true. I never would've expected one of the worst nights of my life to lead to the one person who has always known what I needed. Now it's my turn to make sure he has what he needs.

Taglist:

@chaoticassidy @kmc1989 @shanimallina87 @mayhemmanaged @desert-fern @cassiemitchell @dakotakazansky @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @thedroneranger @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @sarahsmi13s @horseshoegirl

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do you remember feeling invincible

E | Complete | 55K | Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Summary:

Arthur knows who he's supposed to be. His father's son, following in the footsteps of a corporate giant whose expectations include the weight of his long-wanted acceptance in exchange for Arthur's full and complete obedience. His life will be global travel, cigars and whiskey, and time more spent in an office than any home he could ever make.

It does not involve Merlin, the man who broke his heart and has now stumbled with him into another world that will more likely consume them than let them go. In the grasp of fae trickery and rules, their path through this new place--this Otherworld--will push them to bloody and raw limits. For better or worse, they'll have to lean on each other in a way they'd forgotten to have a chance of returning home. But the farther they go, the more is revealed.

Their breakup was not what it seemed. Life apart had not given them the relief they'd hoped. And, at the root of it all, they don't want to be apart.

My contribution to @merlintarotfest! I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but I had a lot of fun! I hope you enjoy

My cards:

#merthur #getting together #merthur fic #exes to lovers #angst with a happy ending #merthur fanfic #mutual pining #inspired by tarot

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Random but I think this fandom needs a 10 Things I Hate About You AU

#I do think it should be hangster #with brad as kat stratford (so we can have mavdad and maybe carole or ice angst) #nat as bianca?? #jake as patrick verona (the asshole bad boy 😎) #and bob as cameron?? #hangster #god i love that movie #not my tags #but they were too good to leave out

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Actually Captain Jack Harkness is SO important. During a time when we couldn't get a single queer on screen in most shows and even those few we did get ended up dead 90% of the time, he was not only openly bisexual, he was openly bisexual and LITERALLY unable to die.

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Inspiration Saturday | Art of Seduction AU

Tagged by the amazing @watchyourbuck 💗

This is inspired by the plot of a Danish movie and I love it so much

A expert in love has to teach the shy son of a grand duchess the art of seduction but ends up in a scandal.

Eddie is a master of seduction and is known to have helped many people find love, to help marriages stay alive and to make sure that wealthy people get to have the person that they want. So when he meets the shy Evan Buckley, a Lord, he’s ready for an assignment like any other. Only he starts to fall in love with him - something unknown to him because he’s so used to keep people at an arms length. But Evan is different, he doesn’t care about getting married or to have his marriage arranged. He just wants to feel like himself. And can the affection of a man who’s never known real love, be enough for that to happen?

Tagging!! @wikiangela @wildlife4life @forthewolves @thewolvesof1998 @eddiesbvckley @eddiediaztho @bucksbirthmark @buckleyobsessed @belovedbuddie 🌷💗

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an ember's flame

E | Complete | 10,343 words | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary:

Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz are the hottest names in L.A., a pair of jewel thieves working their way down the California coast, known only as the Hotshot Bandits. After the theft of the valuable Heart Ember gem, which rockets them into the public eye, it’s time for them to get out of the game and off on a European honeymoon. But Buck thinks one more score will get what they need, to give Eddie the life they deserve together…even if Eddie disagrees.

My fic for the @911reversebang with the amazing @deafgaynerd! Please go check them out and I hope you enjoy my foray into the 9-1-1 fandom!

#9 1 1 fic #buck x eddie #buddie fic #established relationship #secret relationship #secretly married #jewel theives #canon divergence au

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They Ought To Be

E | Complete | 12,289 words | Merlin x Arthur x Gwaine

Summary:

Arthur and Merlin invite Gwaine into their bed for one night during the Midsummer celebration. One night, which quickly turns into many. And the more their life expands to include Gwaine in it, the more the three of them have to figure out what it means to love another person as much as they loved one.

Happy Pride Month to @merthurallure aka KirbyMatsu!! <3

My first ever entry for a Pride Month exchange; I hope that I did the wonderful prompt justice, because I am super glad that I was given it. It was a lot of firsts for me, writing-wise, but it was a challenge I happily took on.

@merlinpride

#merlin pride #merthur #merthur fanfic #established relationship #getting together #polyamory #polyamourus pride #poly relationship #arthur x merlin x gwaine

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I am in love with this! Aaaah, it’s so pretty and beautiful and tender. 

Thank you @feuxx for making such wonderful art. Better than I even imagined <3

In Love we are Victorious @merlinpride🌈

Happy pride month merlin fans, but especially to @paceprompting!! I hope this fulfills what you had in mind for your prompt, which I adored🌈💖!

#bbc merlin #merthur #bbc merlin fanart #merlin fanart #pride

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My first ever glompfest fic! Come check it out if you like angst, hurt/comfort and a dash of explicit lovin’.

Title: in the wake of shadows there is a sun By: @paceprompting Gift for: @maiko-chanefp Rating: Explicit Word Count: 25,028 words Warning(s): minor depiction of violence Summary: In the final round of the tournament with no rules and no code, Gilli uses his magic to kill the King of Camelot, Uther Pendragon. From the shadows Morgana rises to take the crown and punish those who had wronged her: starting with Merlin, whose world starts to fall down around him. Mortally injured, only a few allies to aid him, and his magic revealed, Merlin must try to survive to the next dawn. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45952588

#merthur glompfest #merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin fandom #merthur glompfest 2023 #type: fanfic #wc: 10 to 25k #glomper: paceprompting #glompee: maiko_chan