09 Sep 2019
[A podfic version]
If dreams were what humans said, manifestations of your worst desires and your greatest fears, then what would he ever dream of but Aziraphale?
Crowley was certain he’d dream of Aziraphale until the end of days and, well, he was very nearly right.
(AKA Crowley gets busted humping his bed after a wet dream. Fucking ensues.)
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07 Sep 2020
Arthur’s agreed to come to the druid camp so that he can see this Emrys the prophecy talks about and unite their lands, but Emrys won’t meet him. Instead, Arthur’s been left with this young druid called Merlin that parades around half-naked and smiles too much. At first, Arthur feels as though there’s not much more to him than just that, but later he discovers that he’s been wrong all along and that Emrys has been closer to him than he thought.
People say he is as dark as night, as silent as a shadow, as terrifying as a monster. He tortures his victims to death and his face has never been seen. The Dark Mark is the omen of his soon arrival.
One unfortunate night Arthur Pendragon, the Crowned Prince of prosperous magical Camelot, finds a small mark on his wrist.
Following the attack on Camelot, Arthur seeks out Agravaine and the Southron army. Alone, he enters the tunnels at the Forest of Ascetir. Torch in hand, he follows six pairs of tracks in the darkness. It was too late when he finally understood the meaning of that. Dark oneshot and revelation, AU, post the series 4 finale.
Arthur had been told he would return when he was needed most. He never expected that this would be the reason.
Arthur felt something churn inside him. Why was he getting a bad feeling about the way this story was heading? Did this have something to do with the world’s great need?
“We found out later… you see, sire…” Leon trailed off, gaze fixed on the ground. “It’s difficult to tell you, but…”
“Merlin’s gone mad.”