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    Attempting to capture a rogue Druid, Merlin is struck by a spell that was meant for Arthur. Afterward, things get a little... fuzzy.

    In which Arthur grieves (though not for long) and Gaius frets (and Gwaine gets quite, quite drunk) and Merlin... Well, he learns that no matter what form he takes, his heart will always beat for Arthur.

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    27 Jun 2021

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    12 Jun 2021

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    That seems to be the thing that breaks the ice between them; Bucky's never really hung out with Sam before, past being jammed into a too-small car for six hours and then two uncomfortable months in a safehouse trying not to get on each other’s last nerve. Now they’re getting lunch or coffee every few days. Sam falls asleep on Bucky’s couch three more times. Bucky joins him and Steve a couple of times on their morning run.

    He doesn’t notice, is the thing; doesn’t notice how ever since Sam slept on his couch that night he’s been letting Bucky closer bit by bit, that as Bucky’s been wondering about the boundaries and structures of friendship, Sam’s been drawing in.

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    02 May 2021

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    When the days shorten and the trees shrug off their rusty coats Jaskier knows it is time to head towards Oxenfurt. They are somewhere in Temeria on their way to the little village of Anchor. Any day now, Geralt will feel a particular chill in the air and instinctively steer them towards the Pontar. There, Jaskier will steel himself and make some noise about the cold or the stinginess of the crowd – a prelude to his annual soliloquy about how it is about time he heads towards the harbouring arms of the university and its candelabra’d comforts: sans dirt, sans drowner guts, and sans Witcher.

    He strums his lute and sings, “Oh White Wolf, I fear if you do not hear my plea for an ear to my woe, I shall have to go bare, and just so we’re clear, my pants’ll be the first things to go.”

    Roach huffs, and a coin comes sailing towards him, hitting him in the forehead.

    “Fucking ow, you fuck.”

    Geralt snorts. “Just tossing a coin to my barker.”

    Jaskier is going to miss him so much.

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    Dear Reader, I present to you a tale of love, the value of faith and communication, and quite a ridiculous amount of horse content.

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    30 Apr 2021

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    “Can I touch you?” Barnes asks. It’s maybe the most jarring thing Barnes has ever said to him, and that’s saying something considering Barnes has graced him with such hits as 'let’s take the shield, Sam' and 'we’re breaking Zemo out of prison, Sam' but he can already feel the ghost of a hand hovering over his back as if asking for permission.

    “To relieve the tension,” Barnes says as if Sam is the one being particularly dense.

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    28 Apr 2021