nekare

HI GUYS I'M BACK. Back from where? you might be asking yourselves, and the answer is: from the endless black pits of HELL my homework and final projects were, and from those sad, sad days when my internet decided to curl up and die. THAT'S WHERE.

After some of the most stressful, tiring, long, horrid days since I started college, SCHOOL IS FINALLY OVER. HELL YEAH. Well, I still have to track down a teacher to hand in my final project, but STILL. The big Greenpeace campaign from Design class is OVER OH THANK FUCK and I actually crashed at like, 9pm yesterday, I was that tired, and slept for about 12 hours. And now I ACHE all over from all that work with wood for the past week and I have a cold but hey, at least I'm free. YEAH.

There shall be fic in a moment which I would have wanted to post yesterday but RE: my internet: DEAD DEAD DEAD. When I write a scene that I sort of FORGOT to write that is. UM. Anyway, all in the ~build up~ for the LEGENDARY Merlin finale yesssss. ER.

And now I'm getting more DMZ because I started reading it while I was sad and internetless and holy shit but it is ridiculously good and I shall rec it more extensively later. Yeah.

EEK, MERLIN FIC. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, YOU GUYS. Still, I really like this and I had a blast writing it and it got me to write fic again after a bazillion years, so all in all, WIN. In honor to the show being renewed (;lsjdfasjf!!!) and of Arthur's bratty ways and of Merlin's creepy adorably smirks and that fact that today is FINALE day, omg, what will I do without the show for so lonnnng.

Title: Prophesy
Word Count: 7290
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: In which Merlin dreams, and sometimes, his dreams come true.
Author's notes: Betaed by the lovely such_heights. Written because of my immense and rather surprising love at this little fantastically gay show. Why did I choose to show said love with serious ominous fic instead of crack, I have no idea, but that is how things go, I suppose.

( Merlin dreams. He dreams of Camelot, thriving with life, brighter than he’s ever seen it. He dreams of light filtering through the throne room’s windows, casting Arthur’s hair golden, a match to his crown. )