madimpossibledreamer

Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse)/Merlin crossover
Summary: Once you know you're Arthur, it's easy to find Merlin.
Word Count: 260
Rating: Gen
Note: hints of !ship but can be read as just bromance too /grin

         It wasn’t that hard, once he remembered, to realize who Merlin was.  Who else dares argue with him, believe in him despite all evidence to the contrary, push him to do better without platitudes, just sincere friendship, growl like an angry mother bear mother and, if necessary, lash out anytime he’s hurt, fix him with blood and sweat and magic and miracles?  Of course, Bones tends to blame him, too, whenever he gets hurt, despite whether or not it actually is his fault, but he gets testy at everybody for that sort of thing, and if Jim ever stopped looking out for crew as family, well, he wouldn’t be the same Captain [King] that Merlin or Bones would follow.  And maybe it’s messed up, but that kind of ‘the universe isn’t allowed to take you away from me and by the way neither are you, you goddamn idiot’ is actually kind of…touching?  Reassuring?  It’s true he hasn’t had the most normal of childhood experiences, in either lifetime, and so maybe his vision of love is a little skewed.  (Yeah, yeah, maybe if you talk to most people, it’s a lot skewed, but that’s beside the point.)
         The point is, Bones is loyal.  He works miracles.  And it doesn’t matter who you are, what rank or authority or anything else you have; if he thinks you’re wrong he’ll do what he thinks is right and say whatever it is he has to say.
         To thrive, to be the good Captain he knows he can be, he needs Merlin at his side.

Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse)/Merlin crossover
Summary: James T. Kirk realizes that he's been reincarnated, and he's not the only one on the Enterprise.
Word Count: 920
Rating: Gen
Note: hints of !ship but can be read as just bromance too /grin

( knightly loyalty )

So this Friday one of my roommates (a sophomore) invited me to watch Merlin.  I haven't been interacting with any of them as much as I should, so I agreed.
One problem: watching Merlin is incredibly dangerous to my productivity.  I watch it and then I have this urge to read all the fanfic.  Which, if you haven't seen the AO3 list of fanfic...could probably not be completed within three years of straight reading.  So.  (I have no idea where this compulsion comes from.  It's definitely not my favorite show, but I just get really, really distracted by it.  Admittedly, the fact that most of the cast is hot may be a factor here, but then, that's true for most of my fandoms.  So that's not really a difference, is it.)
Anyway, one good thing came out of it: this fic.  Not that the fandom really needs more, but.
It's longer than intended and somehow wound up being genfic.  Not sure how that happened, given that I mostly read Merthur, but...you know what, the same thing's happening with pretty much all the other BBC Merlin and BBC Sherlock fics I write.  Huh.
My brain is a strange place.
~Dreamer~
p.s. also the title is not an ars magica reference, what are you talking about.

Main Points:
Merlin AU, Arthur Finds Out (sort of)
Chapter Summary: Merlin just wants to sleep, but Arthur's annoyed and decides to tell a story.
Word Count: 2101
Rating: T

( Story time! )

Main Points:
Merlin AU
Chapter Summary: Morgana tries to figure out how to deal with her newfound knowledge, and feels a little more herself.
Word Count: 275
Rating: T
Notes: I only vaguely know about anything that happens beyond...Season 2?  'Cause that was all they had on Hulu.  And then they had Season 4, but by then I was completely and utterly behind, so.  It's a fix-it.  And I know more of the characters than I do of the plot. Also, good!Morgana (or at least, grey!Morgana) is fun to write.  We've seen far too much of Evil!Morgana; it's maybe overdone.  Except for maybe that one treehouse series.
~Dreamer~

            It becomes normal, then, to call Merlin aside.  The first time, he’d looked decidedly nervous, until he hears her question.  “Should I tell Gwen?”
            He grimaces, letting out a deep sigh that suggests the weight of Camelot rests on his shoulders.  “I…suppose it’s up to you.  Milady,” he adds, and it must be a Merlin quirk, the ability to make obedient titles sound slightly insulting.  “Ordinarily I would’ve said yes, but she’s been acting odd recently, and it’s…sometimes she seems like a stranger and I don’t know how she’ll react to anything.”
            “Like I was?” she asks, and he nods.
            “A little, yeah, but.  There’s also the thing with Arthur and Lancelot, and the more I look at things, the more I think she’s in love with Lancelot, and that’s a problem because he’s not here and you know what Arthur can be like.  And she’s getting…manipulative?  Sneaky?  ‘Course, I’ve been getting a little on edge myself, which is why I finally broke and told you.  It’s too much for one person, I think, even someone with some big destiny a dragon’s been prattling about since I came here.”
            It’s not the first time he’s mentioned the dragon, but that’s a question for another time. 
            “You know how I am,” she tells him, laying a hand on his arm.  “I’d like to help where I can.”
            That earns a big, goofy grin, but he notices Arthur beginning to glance around, an irritated look on his face, and he ducks out without a word.  Arthur, no matter how much you complain about your manservant, you have him well-trained, she thinks with a smirk on her face.

As the title might suggest, this part gets a little weirder than the other ones and talks about TSW stuff.  It's got that cool, creepy, Lovecraftian vibe to it.  Perfect for the day before Halloween.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  TSW knowledge would help but isn't required.
Summary: Merlin's now a Templar.
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen

            He finds other Templars who accept him, appreciative of the power that only makes them safer in this harsh new world, and he smiles more than he has for centuries.  He even works with the other factions, grateful from some of the brief stories they share that he doesn’t work for such masters.  They’re probably not supposed to share this much about their factions.  They do.

            He’s the one who realizes the little girl is more than she seems, more than any of them know.  He can feel just in the aftermath of her wake that they’re more alike than anyone.  Ever, really, and that’s a little scary.  He’s the one who urges them into the dens of screaming nightmare and waking chaos just for a few scraps about her.  He knows that elsewhere, others find more about her, that there’s some kind of hunt on because she’s powerful, she’s the real deal, and the bees won’t stop buzzing.  There are snakes, too, eight-headed snakes hissing around the edges that remind him of Morgana and her dark dreamings in the end.  None of them know that she’s a scared little girl, yes, but she’s so much more, and he begins to wonder if she’s the reason he’s here.  Sometimes, when he’s feeling a little more mad, he whispers into the dark, asks her please, please, bring Arthur back, because if ever Albion’s had a need, it’s now.

            Admittedly, he’s been at this investigation lark a bit too long, and this obsession thing has never worked out for him.

            He’s sent back to other things for a bit.  Giant shapeless golem-like creatures are appearing, and he hates to admit it but it’s somewhat relaxing, using fire and lightning and not having to think.  Perhaps we’re all waiting on Arthur, he thinks.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  I think I did a good job summarizing, but you'll probably get more out of this one with TSW knowledge.
Summary: Merlin tries to decide where he falls in the factions.
Word Count: 415
Rating: Gen

            Merlin observes the factions in secret.  The strengthening of his magic means that he can pass undetected as a cat and turn back into a human when back outside with no pause.  He’d been a bit worried that a cat with obvious magic would attract attention, but the sentries didn’t even bat an eye.

            The people of London were the most talkative, and he asks a few questions at the local pub, The Horned God.  No one seems surprised.  Apparently, the local group, the Templar, is an open secret, at least in this part of London.  They don’t seem that surprised at him asking about the other factions, either.

            Merlin’s had years and years of practice discovering the power politics beneath the surface.  It was a matter of life or death, specifically Arthur’s life or death, because those with an alliance with Morgana or any of the other magic-users who wanted the Pendragons dead were likely to try to kill Arthur.  It doesn’t take long to discover there are three who make up the Council of Venice, the ones standing against the coming darkness.

            He feels the most comfortable with the Templars.  Not that it’s a surprise, really.  They’re from the British Isles, and he’d been there for quite a long time, knew how to deal with those people.  Most don’t wear actual mail, anymore, but they remind him of the Knights…yes, down to even the stubbornness and the unbending, righteous attitude.  There’s also the colors.  It’s not red and gold, but it still reminds him of Camelot.  He doesn’t necessarily agree with them, but he’s had to do a lot of things over the years mostly just because he had to, so it’s not as if it’s completely foreign.

            The Illuminati are concerned largely about profits.  The world being destroyed certainly wouldn’t be good for their self-interests, but he doesn’t think he can ally himself with such a group.

            The Dragon, well.  You’d think a Dragonlord would find himself immediately in their camp, but he’s considerably more wary.  He’d definitely considered them, until he’d actually met one wandering around London, and it terrified him.

            The woman didn’t say anything directly, but his magic warned him that it was as if he’d been seen right through, as if she actually knew who he was.  The more he learns of their chaos, their plans upon plans, their patterns, the more he understands that if anyone would realize exactly who he was, it would be the Dragon.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  No knowledge of The Secret World needed for this drabble.
Summary: A renewed sense of purpose.
Word Count: 113
Rating: Gen

            For the first time in forever, Merlin’s not all that unhappy about the world needing him.  He’d have to be discreet, as usual, but he’d had practice with that.  I’ll just have to keep the world in one piece until Arthur returns, he thinks, feeling somehow renewed, ready for the challenge.

            For the first time in a long time, it’s not a matter of if Arthur will return, but when.  He can feel the world’s need, a call of magic stirring the waters of Avalon.  Before the end, the Once King will become a Future King, and the end is not tomorrow, but it’s not long off, either.  This crisis is the catalyst.

Do not ask where this came from.  I'm not entirely certain.  That being said, I really like this idea, and I'd create the character if I could (unfortunately, I'm sharing an account with flatmates so no character slots). It's probably going to be part of a series of drabbles.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  No knowledge of The Secret World needed for this drabble though.
Summary: Merlin wakes somewhere he doesn't remember.
Word Count: 181
Rating: Gen

            When Merlin awakes, he’s standing.  It’s not the first time he’s fallen asleep while standing; feasts can get a little boring, especially when pompous lords take it into their heads to make long-winded and utterly pointless speeches.  It’s been ages, though.

            He has a moment to think ‘This isn’t where I last was’, though, before his breath is stolen away.

            Even Arthur would be hard-pressed to say his current surroundings weren’t magic.  Great paths of wood hang suspended in the air, blueish portals in the road or in what look like the hollows of a tree, strung along the roads like fruit.  He can see what look like trunks in the distance.

            More than that, though, he can feel the magic, stronger than the Sidhe or dragons or anything he’s ever felt.  Stronger than even himself.  It’s the magic of the world itself, concentrated all in one spot, and for the first time he feels completely at home.  He grins, and tries not to remember that it’s been forever since he’s smiled like that, free from pain or sorrow or responsibility.