#heyyoooo

[fanficwriter284]

Hi fan!!!! I'm finally home from the tiny lil vacation I had and I just wanted to check in on you!!! Hope you're doing amazing!!

HEY ROZ!!!!! Glad you're back from your mini vacation!!! And I'm doing alright!!!! Thank you for checking in on me!!!!! I hope you're doing amazing as well!!!!!

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon & Mithian (Merlin), Leon & Vivian (Merlin), leon & elena, mithian & elena, mithan & vivian, mithan & gwen, mithian & queen annis, Elyan/Percival (Merlin), Elyan & Vivian (Merlin), elyan & elena Characters: Leon (Merlin), Mithian (Merlin), Elena (Merlin), Vivian (Merlin), Queen Annis (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin) Additional Tags: Golden Age, Post-Wedding, Aromantic Asexual Leon (Merlin), aromantic mithian, aromantic asexual elena, aromantic graysexual vivian, aromantic aplatonic annis, its my fic and i get to decide the aros, Fluff, internalised arophobia, Pining, aro pining SUCKS my dude, Hurt/Comfort, mithian finds a ton of aro besties adn so does leon :D, being aro is cool and sexy and every aro person deserves to know adn feel that <33 Series: Part 11 of Golden Age AU Summary:

Leon nodded, half wishing he could leave the conversation there, but he felt bad that she was so obviously miserable. “Do you… have someone special like that?” Perhaps she was missing them? It was the wrong thing to say. Her face crumpled again and she looked away. “No. I do not.” “Could you… find someone if you wished though?” He was very out of his depth, but he was fairly sure to most people’s eyes she was pretty. Her hair was very shiny at least. Was that all people looked for? “Yes, you would think so wouldn’t you?” Her voice was bitter. “I’ve had many chances, but-“ She broke off and shook her head in frustration. “I’m just… not right.” She looked back towards Elyan and Percival, who were now sat down, leaning into each other and holding hands as they chatted with Arthur and Gwen. “I would give up my kingdom,” she said quietly. “To be so loved. But it seems I cannot love in the way I want to.”

Or

At the feast after Elyan and Percival's wedding, Leon finds some of the visiting guests unexpectedly relatable, and he is not the only one

[silverletters]

[thetorontokid]

You ever think about Obi-Wan having a massive tattoo on his arm under all those Jedi layers? Cos I do.

[anarrayofwits]

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[artlesscomedic]

jerevin drabble thing

a fic about jeremy going to the doctor and tripping all over himself in front of the pretty new intern mister free

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Honestly, sometimes Jeremy felt like his life was a sitcom. It wasn't just the constant trouble he seemed to find himself in, or the outrageous pranks he and his friends would pull on each other, or the various, frankly ridiculous, nicknames he'd collected over the years. It was how fast everything spiraled out of control once something went wrong, just snowballing and getting worse and worse until he ended up in a hospital or dead. (Usually the first.)

Like how, just this morning, he'd discovered that his cat liked squeaky toys, after he realised he'd accidentally stolen his friend Ryan's dog's chewy bone while hanging out the other day. One little squeak and his cat had slammed face first into the door, barrelling up onto the bed screaming for attention like he did when he wanted something.

But the toy was more German Shepherd size than it was cat size, so he'd patted his cat on the head and promised to find one for him.

On the drive home he'd wondered about the rubber the toy was made of, and if it was safe for his cat, and, well, putting your cat's toy in your mouth is a perfectly valid response to curiosity. But then he'd hit a pothole in the road and- oops.

He could breathe alright, but he couldn't swallow the toy nor cough it up without hurting his throat. It was just sort of stuck there, like it was on the verge of going down the wrong pipe and making him very unhappy. So instead of going home, he took the next left and took his sorry ass to the clinic, squeaking and wheezing slightly with every breath, like that penguin from Toy Story.

From there it was a bit of paperwork and a quiet seat in the waiting room until the doctor came for him. He was breathing, and there were people who needed help more than he did, so the wait was really the last thing on his mind at the moment. (Rather, he was thinking about how upset his cat was going to be if he missed lunch.)

“Mister Dooley?” A voice called from a door by the reception desk, and Jeremy looked up. “We're ready for you, if you'll follow me.” Everyone else in the room faded away, his legs moving in slow motion as he rose to his feet.

With the hair and the accent, not to mention that he looked like he could be Jeremy's age, the man in medical blue looked like he belonged in Jeremy's favorite daytime hospital drama. He had practically stepped out of the show itself. Doctor Sexy, here to tell Jeremy that he had a serious case of Head-Over-Heels-Itis, and could he talk him into getting lunch some time to discuss a cure.

Jeremy nearly walked into the man as he stopped to open a door for him, and jerked himself back into reality as he realised the man was talking. “-I've been studying for almost two years now.” He said cheerfully, leading Jeremy into the small office and gesturing for him to sit up on the examination table. “If you'd be more comfortable with waiting for the doctor or another nurse to get here to take your vitals, that's okay.”

Oh- oh! That explained the man's youth, then; he was an intern. His name tag, now that Jeremy could actually think, read Gavin Free.

He cleared his throat, the toy squeaking alarmingly loud, and managed a smile. “Uh, no, that's okay. You're fine.”

Gavin - ooh, even his name was gorgeous - looked at him in alarm before quickly going over his paperwork. “I thought you'd swallowed the toy, not inhaled it. Would you rather be taken to the emergency room?” He asked carefully, but Jeremy waved a hand dismissively.

“No, no. It's not that big a deal.” He smiled, thinking himself brave and hopefully rather dashing for his relaxed demeanor. “I'm just fine here, I promise.” Honestly if it took breathing in his cat's new toy to meet medical intern Gavin Free, it will have been worth it.

Gavin smiled at him, and lifted his stethoscope to his ears. “Alright, I'm going to check your heart rate first, just breathe normally for me.” He said it so easily, and all of Jeremy's chill act melted away. He could feel his blood thumping in his ears for hell's sake, and Gavin's cool hand on his own did not help.

“A bit faster than average.” Gavin said, after a moment of keeping time with his pulse. Green eyes met his own and Gavin smirked. Just the barest twitch of his lips, amused and a little smug, and Jeremy's entire face went red. “Are you sure you're alright?” He asked, in a calm voice that had Jeremy cursing just how un-fucking-fair the situation was, and letting out a soft wheeze that wasn't entirely due to the toy.

He cleared his throat again, squeaking comically, and tried to will away his blush. “I- uh. Yeah. I'm. I could be better, honestly. Maybe uh, I would improve faster if...I had you to keep an eye on me.” It was like his brain had forgotten to keep his mouth in check, distracted by the striking green of Gavin's eyes, which had widened only the slightest.

“I'm working a lot lately, but I'll be sure to leave a number so you can reach me, let's say on Tuesday?” He offered, voice almost a whisper, and Jeremy smiled so wide he almost forgot this was supposed to be a professional setting, and he shouldn't hit on someone at work. But Gavin had been the one to offer his number, so...maybe it was okay.

“Do you think I'll make it that long without seeing you again?” He asked.

Gavin grinned. “I hope so. But if you get desperate, you can always swallow another chew toy.”

God, what a jerk.

He couldn't wait for Tuesday.

[writerinafury]

September 4th writing prompt, Poetry set

Prompt- Lies

Everything I thought you were turned out to be fake, 

But perhaps I knew all along. You 

Never seemed too open, and 

You always turned away. 

Now I wonder if it even matters,

Whether you were real or not. 

After all aren’t we all just liars 

In the depths of our hearts?

So here’s a poem. Feel free to love it or hate it.

[cockymclaughlin]

Distribution and Habitat Ch. 4

Rating: M Word Count: 5720 Chapters: 4/? Summary:  If he puts Link in the same category as himself, which isn’t exactly far from reality, it smarts. Only because he’s looked at Link as some monster, some terrible human being for the things that he’s done. Which it’s not to say he isn’t a monster, it’s just that Rhett’s got to stop subcategorizing himself.  Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, assassin!link, thief!rhett 

Link to AO3