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[gvaine]

arms i know so well (ao3)

for merthurweek day three: hurt/comfort

1k, rated T, canon divergence: older canon era merthur, facial scars, physician!merlin, a bit of fluff

[preseriesdean]

cabin fever (ao3)

Sam/Dean, G, pre-slash, 500 words

For the drabble prompt "The crack of thunder sounds like a gunshot." Part of Sam envies his stupidly clear skin. Another wants to sink his teeth into it, right around his jaw where it's speckled with stubble and the flush of a fading two weeks-old bruise.

[gvaine]

blind (ao3)

fill for @merlinmicrofic prompts 'tower' and 'trust me' merthur, 500 words, M for violence, cw: implied torture

The room— what remained of it— was glowing. Dust roused by gales of wind was flitting through the air like crackling specks of fire.

[gvaine]

However Many Sentences Whatever Day it Currently is (Tag Game)

Rules: Post a number of sentences from any of your WIPs, equivalent to whatever day of the month it is.

tagged by: @adhd-merlin 💛 grazie mille

tagging: @queerofthedagger, @nextstopparis, @aemelia, @poisonedfate sorry if you have been tagged before. if you have you could share another wip if you like because i love reading snippets 😗

this is from a draft titled 'terrible thing' which i desperately need to rename.

They don’t talk; there’s nothing to say, except for all the things they probably should. Arthur’s scared. By the time they reach the edge of the forest he’s gone over every single moment from last night twice; thought about what it means for them now. If Merlin wants to do it again. Worries that he doesn’t, that it was just—the woods, the fire, the strange, dreamlike air of the clearing that made them break a mutual agreement they’d never put into words. A fluke. Arthur very badly wants to do it again.

[preseriesdean]

across state lines

Cis girl!Sam/Dean, Early Seasons, E, 13k words

Tags: Dean POV, First Time, Possessive Dean (but not too overtly), Oblivious Dean, Denial, Accidental Voyeurism, Dean discovers he might have a marking kink, past Sam/Jess, Sam/OMC (briefly)

As Sam leaned in a second time, slowly, eyes wide and terrified, Dean wondered if this was just the inevitable culmination of two decades of blatant, unrestrained boundary-crossing; a steady descent into whatever hell they seem to have dug for themselves, together. Cis girl!Sam, set during s1 and 2.

[gvaine]

Could you tell us more about lake duet? I'm in love with the title.

thank you jo, i am kind of in love with it too ❤️ it's a post-2.09 au in which freya survives and meets lancelot!! i think they (also together with merlin) are interesting - two outcasts, yk? i do think her death was important for the canon narrative and merlin's character development but if she hadn't died, would he really have left camelot? but he also needed to help her, so what if he knew someone out there in the world who was already accepting of magic, not a biased druid, and able to defend himself against a monstrous beast nightly? that's the premise, anyway - both freya and lancelot having each other to tether themselves to instead of roaming the lands aimlessly and alone.

honestly the title doesn't really fit because neither freya nor lancelot are in the lake yet... but maybe i'll use it for something else. or maybe they end up near lake avalon another way :')

[gvaine]

tagged by @adhd-merlin thank you friend <3

tagging: @poisonedfate + @ttaibhse + @zmediaoutlet + @twistedshipper as always feel free to ignore <3 (also this is svenja preseriesdean if you're wondering why this random merlin blog has mentioned you)

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

(funnily i was just reorganizing my merlin wips and fic ideas the other day lol. i haven't been able to get a word on the page in months and as such some of these are really only basic ideas. but one day. one day)

falling over me like stars

lake duet

gwenithian (lol)

cut-out / topography of secrets

[preseriesdean]

many days ago i was tagged by the lovely @twochildreninamoteldemo to share the first lines of ten of my most recent fanfics and after overcoming a brief period of imposter’s syndrome i finally got around to it!! thank you josiah for thinking of me 💕

ao3 link ❤️

cabin fever (sam/dean, 500 words, g)

With a low fire crackling in the hearth, the interior of their cabin in the middle of the woods is tinged orange, light flickering across the wood paneling and dozens of picture frames hung along the walls.

across state lines (femsam/dean, 13k, e)

Dean always thought Sam was still too young the first time she asked to join him and Dad on a hunt, still all bony knees and cheeks soft like dough.

a round trip journey in your head (sam/dean, 7k, m)

Imagine this: You’ve been in love with the same person for your whole life, but you haven’t seen them in two years.

coda (credence barebone/percival graves, 10k, m)

Numbing pain spreads through his veins, writhing around tendons and sinews and brittle bones until it’s as if his fingertips are on fire, until every muscle is tense to the point of bursting.

miles to go before i sleep (gravebone, 3k, t)

It’s when darkness descends that he comes.

encore (gravebone, 8k, m) - probably my favorite work

It’s two weeks later that they see each other again.

i did decide to skip my tainted past as a star wars reader insert/ofc writer 😮‍💨 gonna share the first lines (or what are currently the first lines) of my main wips instead, in the hope that it motivates me to open gdocs again. they may or may not see the light of day at some point. 🤔

buried above ground (femsam/dean)

Sweat runs down from Sam’s temple to her chin, leaving behind a streak of clean in the layer of sweat, dirt and grass, residue of the soccer field.

blood drops and cheeto dust (sam/dean)

Sam has heard bones break before, but now, in the crypt-like basement dwelling of the djinn they’ve been tracking for days, the cracks of Dean’s fingers being crushed beneath the djinn’s feet resound across bare concrete walls in a way that Sam feels right in the marrow of his own bones.

not like this (sam/dean)

The air is clean. It’s a wood cabin, paneled orange floor to ceiling, deer heads on the walls, and somewhere in the one bedroom off the hallway a stuffed-full duffle bag sits at the foot of a made bed.

topography of secrets (sam/dean)

“Fucking hate witches,” says Dean, and Sam looks over at his brother, at the dusk-orange tint to his skin, at the disgusted little frown distorting his face, at the rays of the setting sun that breach through the thicket of the treetops making his hair appear light blond. He looks away.

❤️