Bunnies!

Okay, so normally I'm a plot and doleful foreshadowing person, but there are certain weeks, when work is overwhelming and thankless, when more than four hours' sleep a night is a victory, when you're so tired it starts hurting somewhere behind your eyes, and glancing at fandom just makes you bitter, because you'd love to have time to write all those things and answer all those challenges and take part in all those discussions.

And then, sometimes in those weeks, you finally get half an hour free and you click on a random link and discover Merlin/Arthur fic with bunnies in which Arthur shoots a rabbit for dinner and then Merlin rescues her babies and takes them home to Camelot and Arthur grumbles, but can't actually resist the cute. Because, y'know, bunnies! Merlin! Bunnies! The most ridiculously happy-making combination ever:

Merlin levels a reproachful look at him before bringing Gertrude—oh, lord, he's naming them in his head, now—to his face and saying, "Don't listen to him, Gerty. He's a heartless swine. I'll protect you."

"They will make an excellent snack on our way back to Camelot," Arthur adds.

"Can't eat them now," Merlin tells him, putting Gertrude back down to join her quivering brother. "They have names. Now they're pets."