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Title: A New Low (2/2)
Words: 15000 total
Pairing: Arthur/ Merlin, background Gwen/Morgana
Disclaimer: This is written purely for entertainment, and I am aware that I do not own the BBC's version of these characters.
Summary: Written for this prompt at kinkme_merlin, which asked for diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.
Warnings: An odd bit of swearing. And, yes, this is me turning my soapbox issues into romantic comedy, just because.

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( Not long after that, the teachers start appearing out of the woodwork. )

Title: Were You Up for Pendragon?
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG
Words: 2840
Warning: There are probably bits of this that only make sense if you're British.
Disclaimer: I do not own this variation of the characters, and have no intention of profiting from this fic.
Summary: Sequel to Shake Your Windows and Rattle Your Walls. Election Night, 1997, and there's only one Tory that Merlin wants to keep his seat.
Notes: The Portillo Moment, for non-Brits and non-politicos. Labour under Tony Blair swept to a landslide victory in 1997, ousting the Conservatives, who had been in power since 1979. And, yeah, there should be more of this, but I've run out of weekend, and this bit stands alone.

( Lib Dem and Labour posters were hanging out of fourteenth-century windows like red and yellow Christmas decorations. )

I wrote these for kinkme_merlin a while back and finally remembered them and decided to cross-post to AO3. I actually rather like all of these, not least because they were the few little bright sparks of fic I wrote in a long, long period of writer's block.

Firelight - Arthur/Merlin pre-slash, PG - The crackle of the fire was the loudest sound in the chill of the night. Above them, the sky was clear, stars blazing in the darkness, and the frost was biting down. It was too early in the year for snow, but the earth was like steel beneath Merlin's feet, so cold he could feel it through the thin soles of his shoes. The wood he had piled up before dusk was already glittering and he was getting quite proficient at throwing it into the fire really fast, so the frost didn't have time to melt all over his bare fingers.

Solace - Arthur/Merlin pre-slash, teen - It's a long time after the battle before Arthur has the chance to sleep. There's walls to be secured in the captured fort, captives to be imprisoned and questioned, wounded men who need to see their commander still standing and the dying who need a hand on theirs as night falls. By the time things are starting to calm down, he's swaying on his feet.

Per Ardua Ad Astra - Doctor Who Crossover, Arthur/Merlin, Amy/Rory, long years of waiting, PG - Merlin knew about the others, of course, about all the sleepers: not just Arthur, but Drake snuggled down in some Sussex hammock, the nameless king under Alderley Edge, and the sleeper under Cardiff's rift (who had also been a memorable back alley shag in 1873, but that was time travel for you).

Both from the kissing memes this weekend. Merlin is, of course, the property of the BBC. No series 2 spoilers in these, and neither is higher than a PG.

First, Summer Kisses (yes, I suck at titles), Merlin/Arthur, 1255 words.

( A falcon flew through the open doors, blue-grey wings flashing between the pillars of the hall with a swift, impossible grace. )

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Secondly, A Lonely Impulse of Delight, Gwen/Morgana, Spitfire AU, 1514 words. I've been reading about the female pilots of the Air Transport Auxiliary, and it seemed like the perfect wartime job for Gwen and Morgana. I kind of want to write the rest of this AU now, with Morgana being wildly jealous that Arthur actually gets to fight in his plane (which is called Excalibur, and Merlin, who is the engineer, has painted a stupid picture on the nose and is terrified every time Arthur and Lancelot go flying off. Er, yes, stopping now).

( Few men appreciated the arrival of girl in a Spit on a day when they were scared to fly. )

Okay, so this grabbed me and would not let me think about anything else until I wrote at least some of it (seriously, I wandered round the Co-op yesterday with my mind so full of Badon that I came back with six packets of chocolate biscuits and no bread). This is definitely not the whole thing, just where it begins, but I hope it stands alone enough that you guys won't hate me if I never write any more.

And I, the last, go forth companionless,
And the days darken round me, and the years,
Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Title: The Coming of the King
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG, pre-slash
Words: 2290
Disclaimer: I do not own this incarnation of the characters (though, seriously, if anyone from the BBC is reading this and wants to offer me a job, I am totally qualified for this one ~_^)

( It was winter when the wolf first spoke to Arthur, six years after Merlin had left Camelot, two after Morgana had vanished in the night. )