Title: Miss The Train Before
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: currently PG
Word count: 6824 for this part
Notes: Yes. I know. I'm a terrible, terrible person. But I now know most of the plot structure (hurrah?) and how many chapters there should be altogether, so hopefully things will move faster from here. At least the Pendragons have finally appeared :) As have some rather silly injokes.

If you know anything at all about electronic security systems, I can't promise that my utter ignorance and artistic embellishment (ie. bullshitting) won't make you weep tears of pain, so, um, sorry about that.

From now on all of the illustrations will be LONDON PORN. Woo! Enjoy ryokophoenix's gorgeous photography.

(Part One | Part Two)

( Merlin took a deep breath and told himself to look as though he had every right to be where he was. )

Title: Miss The Train Before
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: currently PG
Word count: 6576 for this part
Notes: Finally! I'm sorry this chapter took me ages to get out. This is the end of the pure globetrotting-and-introductions; after this, the plot might actually start in earnest. And Arthur will actually make an appearance, I promise :D

(Part One)

( Both girls looked at him like he'd suggested making up a song about bombs and singing it within earshot of the security guards. )

Title: Miss The Train Before
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: currently PG
Word count: 4604 for this part
Notes: I normally have a firm rule against posting WIPs, but as far as this story is concerned I am a) determined to write linearly for once in my damn life, and b) in dire need of some external pressure. So. Call it an experiment.

This is the first proper AU I've ever written and I blame Merlin fandom entirely. It was started, appropriately enough, in an aeroplane.

Written by fahye, with illustrations provided by ryokophoenix. This is a fiction, but parts of it are true.

The only way of catching a train I have ever discovered is to miss the train before.
-- G.K. Chesterton

( Merlin turned the plane radio to a comedy channel, jabbed the volume down low, and fell asleep to the sound of Monty Python informing him that watery tarts going around distributing swords was not a reasonable basis for a system of government. )

Title: Quickening Days
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: R
Wordcount: 22,174 (HOLY SHIT)
Notes: In which dragons & ghosts & prejudices are confronted, Merlin wears a hat (twice) and a dress (once), Arthur breaks some crockery (lots), there are more pranks than pillowfights but at least one of each, and many secrets are revealed.

This idea jumped me one day, sunk its teeth into my jugular and refused to let go until it was written. Apparently I have a burning need to contribute to the infamous fandom subgenre known as 'Merlin wears a dress'; I just didn't expect it to grow (and grow, and grow, and grow) an actual plot. For everyone who's wondering where the kissing is: it happens eventually! I promise!

This is the longest thing I have ever written in my entire life, and in a grand Antipodean fuck-you-too to the sudden proliferation of winter-themed fics in the fandom, it is a summer story.

The title is drawn from the fact that another name for the rowan tree is the Quicken. Bless you, Wikipedia.

( Isn't it fortunate that I have such a deep and abiding interest in the effects of storage mildew on the price of barley )

Title: Meteorology
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 4596
Notes: Uh. Look. My big scary PASS THESE OR FAIL OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL exams are in less than a week, and watching Merlin was meant to be a nice joyful way to spend my study breaks, but...that didn't exactly work out. Because this show makes me want to squeal in a high-pitched manner and have caplocky conversations about DESTINY and, obviously, write fic. Much love to ariastar for reading this over and making excited noises, and for helping me fill in some gaps.

This is a fic about Arthur's pratliness, because I miss it when it goes away, and I wanted an excuse to go on at great lengths about it. I suspect I also wanted an excuse to make up at least three different variations on the word 'prat'.

Set...between 1x09 and 1x10, I suppose. It was meant to be a lot slashier, but instead it is just about as slashy as the show. Which is still pretty damn slashy, trust me.

( So what did they do, give you a spiked rattle and encourage you to whack your innocent toys with it? )