Arthur and Merlin investigating a strange happening in the forest, with Aithusa on tow.

[Watercolour painting.]

In Odessa, there’s a black box on the table Arthur’s claimed as his own. It wasn’t there yesterday. Arthur stares at it for a moment. No note. It rests on top of Arthur’s reports on the city’s raions. He lets it sit there through the morning and no one says anything about it.

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

College AU in which Arthur is a cranky senior and Eames is a professor of Dream Psychology.

Arthur usually finds blatant fishing for compliments extremely irritating, but in Eames’ case he is reluctantly charmed. In fact, he writes the phrase “reluctantly charmed” into the Eames notebook the moment the words occur to him because they so perfectly encapsulate his entire situation.

There’s only one team member that the Fischer and Rothchild jobs had in common, which means only one person who could theoretically tie the two cases together.

Whatever the FBI knows, Eames wants to know it, too.

Digital art. A gorgeous, intimate moment.

This is the secret, he thinks. This is what Arthur keeps hidden.

“Call if you need me,” Arthur says, “and I’ll come.”

Gorgeous chalk, oil pastels, pencil and watercolour illustrations. NSFW.

Music: Destiny of Mankind by Two Steps From Hell (part of) & This Night by Black Lab
Genre: gen, AU, angst, drama, reveal!vid
Size: 135 MB (zipped, *wmv) download or stream
Length: 4:29 min

Her name is Elle. She speaks French with a Russian accent, she smokes Sobranies and cheats at cards.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Mallorie said enviously as she peered at the heavy copper-and-opal collar around Eames’ neck. “It suits you so beautifully.”

Eames puffed out his chest under her admiration. “He has exquisite taste, does he not?” he said proudly, turning to and fro so that the sunlight might catch the opals and set them ablaze like small bursting fires. He knew very well how impressive the effect was against his crimson hide. “He had it made particularly for me; he took one of my scales to the jeweler to make certain the colours were correct.”

821 A.D. Arthur is in the nightmare business. Eames is a thief, a liar, and versatile with a pen.

Song Artist: Civil Twilight
Summary: AU take of their lives before Mal's death and during her spiral into confusion.
Length: 3:16
File Size: 64.37 MB
Links: YOUTUBE, MEDIAFIRE

Getting dragged in by the FBI is not exactly the way Eames had planned on spending the weekend. He's even less amused when it turns out that Arthur's the reason for it. [Set of gorgeous story illustrations.]

"Look," Arthur says, staring over his head. "I may have been a little overbearing."

"Just a bit, yeah," Merlin says and then remembers that he's not speaking to Arthur.

A notorious serial killer returns after a three-year hiatus, reminding Detective Arthur Moss of the infamous case he couldn't close. But when the FBI becomes involved, Arthur is forced to work side-by-side once again with Special Agent Daniel Eames, a man who knows Arthur better than Arthur himself will ever admit. Both men must confront their past and heal old wounds in order to bring a psychopath to justice.

The thing about the lists was that Arthur had never meant them. He had never really wanted a life in which he did things that were out-of-control and stupid and self-destructive. What he really wanted was a great job and someone he could go to the gym with and talk to and share good wines and theater tickets with. Someone who looked like he belonged in a suit and had a wry smile and got Arthur's pretentious jokes and was prepared to stay up late drinking wine and watching late night television. Someone classy. It was just that sometimes, when his actual life got too stressful, he liked to pretend that he was stupid, that he wanted – something different.

Line drawing/collage.

That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

"Actually, do you know what this whole place reminds me of?" Eames says, gesturing around the room with a whirl of his hand. "Arthur. Look at it. It's the Victorian Country Home version of expensive ties and silver suitcases and never getting anything stuck in your teeth."

Arthur and Eames adopt a kid and raise that kid into Neal Caffrey.

A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

When Mal leans into his office and asks Eames what he did to his back, he can't exactly say, "the new graphics intern," so he says, "Oh, just stress, love."

Thing is, Arthur hasn't the faintest idea how one would go about courting a sorcerer.

Arthur has been his editor from the beginning. Eames says he won't work with anyone else, and what Arthur will never tell him is that he would cut anyone who tried.

Arthur smiles at Cobb’s jokes. He sits down and writes into a notebook he keeps perched on his knees. Sometimes his shirt gets untucked in the back, which he fails to notice. Occasionally his research will be wrong.

But he’s only wrong because the source material is wrong. He doesn’t jog his leg up and down or otherwise fidget. His hands don’t shake. He rarely blinks, and when he does, there’s something unnerving about it.

“You’re far too bland for an android,” Eames comments.

Arthur won't fuck her inside their dreams.

Eames won't touch her outside of them.

The first thing Eames does when he wakes up on the shore of Limbo is squint a bit at the crumbling city skyline.

And so it came to pass that, on the third day of the second week of the sixth month of his time in Camelot, Jack Harkness came face to face with the Great Dragon for the first time.

Merlin, when I said 'get us out of this nest of giant spiders', I did not, in fact, mean 'please erase the fabric of reality itself'.

In a cyberpunk vision of the future, man has developed the technology to engineer replicants, beings with magic abilities used to serve in the colonies outside Earth but with fixed lifespans. Arthur Pendragon is a Blade Runner, a cop who specializes in terminating replicants whenever they become a liability.

+ Download (xvid, 23mb, 2:58min; mediafire)
+ Stream on BAM
+ Music by Vangelis

"You lied to me, Merlin."

It was really all Sir Wynston's fault.

Gorgeous Merlin art and Supernatural wallpaper.

Gaius' hands shake as he sets the book on his lap. The prophecy is about two boys: one is not entirely human, and the other was brought into existence by the same forces which made the first.

Sweet and lovely pencil sketch of Merlin and Arthur cuddling.

Song: "Stay" by Michelle Featherstone
Summary: Merlin is of nature, Arthur of man. Enter conflict. Merlin, Arthur, Merlin/Arthur.
Length: 3:21
Format: xvid/divx avi
Download Details:
61.14mb @ megaupload
61.14mb @ mediafire
Watch On-Line @ imeem
Watch On-Line @ youtube

Merlin/Arthur in space.

James Bond Arthur in a fabulous cummerbund and Merlin in tight black jeans, rappelling down a building!

music: Chris Garneau
source: Merlin BBC, King Arthur, Mists of Avalon, and Merlin (with additional footage from Blade Runner)
duration: 2:30
summary: The images stuck in his head.
download: imeem stream | 25mb xvid avi via megaupload | 22mb divx via mediafire

It's all about the longing and the lust.
10MB .avi or imeem stream.

Three months after Uther’s death, Merlin leads Arthur out to the lake where he cast away the sword that defeated the Black Knight and tells him about his magic.

Or, well. He tries, at least.

[American spelling.]

Drawn with a black felt pen and coloured pencils.

Gorgeous cover art for 'a tree and a bee and a flea, fiddle-dee-dee'.

Arthur tilts his head back, eyeing the purple stain spreading across the ceiling, mouth curved in a mocking smile. "Good evening, Lord Merlin. How does your search for domestic help--"

"I will turn you into a frog, I swear to God."

"Years ago," Arthur says because he's an utter, utter bastard, "I, too, suffered the indignity of incompetent help. It's a trial, I know, but rank has its burdens-"

[No Americanisms]

Merlin's having a moment with himself (and uses his magic in ways he could never tell Gaius).

Arthur looks intrigued. "And you say there's an enchanted sword in this lake?"

"I put it there," Merlin says, wanting to stress how entirely -- mostly -- partially responsible he is for there being an enchanted sword in the first place.

Arthur claps him on the shoulder. "Of course you did, Merlin. Who else would throw a perfectly good enchanted sword into a lake?"

"It made sense at the time!"

Considering Arthur's future wife will be chosen less for compatibility than for her political value, Merlin may be the only marriage he'll have that won't end in bloodshed or a great deal of fortifying wine. [Britpicked.]

Stunning drawing/collage and icons.

"You know, Merlin," Gaius said, with the expression that meant he wondered if Merlin really was mentally damaged, "I didn't give you the book so you could cast a love spell on the Crown Prince." [Brit English]

This is a very useful spell, Merlin wrote. He formed the letters carefully, small so he could write more later, if he needed to, and did not at all wonder if he was going to get in trouble or be cursed or something for writing in the margins of an ancient spell book.

He told the book (in case it had an opinion on the matter), "I am just imparting my knowledge to future generations. I'm sure they will find my comments helpful."

[British English \o/ A few typos, but a charming story.]

"If you'd been lectured by my father for four hours on your thirteenth birthday about all the many disasters that occur to a realm when you muddy the succession with bastards, you wouldn't have been very quick to dive into bed with the nearest servant girl, either," Arthur muttered. [American spelling, but otherwise no glaring Americanisms.]

It started when Merlin added stinkweed to Arthur's fireplace. "Is there a dead fish in this room?" Arthur had said for about three days, until he finally caught Merlin smirking.

Beautiful little collage, inspired by The Poisoned Chalice.

Song: Life in a Glass House
Artist: Radiohead
Vid: 48.9MB, avi (download or imeem stream)
Summary: Morgana surrenders to destiny.

Arthur didn't speak to him for a week after he found out.

Magic thunders in his veins now, not like the ripples and aftershocks he's used to, the feeling of potential.

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.

Merlin was no expert, but the minstrel troupe's performance in the courtyard seemed to be going fairly well until the dragon landed on the roof of the Great Hall.

And then on his next mouthful, he bit down on something hard and wondered for a moment if he couldn't just swallow it. But Arthur must have seen his expression, because he looked anticipatory and said, "Come on, Merlin, spit it out and let's see."

He did and the piece in his hand had a rose engraved on it -- puzzled, he showed it to Arthur. And then he knew his future was going to be wretched, after all, because Arthur's countenance turned gleeful and he shouted to the hall, "Merlin's the Maiden!"

The hall exploded into whooping and cat-calls, and Merlin wondered how bad it would be if the ground really did swallow him whole.

"What is it?" Arthur demands.

"Oh, it's a thingy. It does things," Merlin says with a vague wave of his hands that could either indicate that it might destroy an entire city block or cook rice.

"It's a thingy that does things?" Arthur repeats. "You don't know what it does, do you?"

"Yeah, you're right," Merlin nods. "It was a really boring meeting. I fell asleep."

"Of course you did," Arthur sighs, and then narrows his eyes at the slight change in expression on Merlin's face.

Merlin starts laughing. "I'm having you on. I invented it."

Arthur glares.

"You're a bastard and I hate you," he said conversationally, rolling an apple towards Merlin and Merlin shrugged agreement and bit into the apple to hide his grin. "But I suppose you might not be completely worthless," Arthur said, closing his eyes and yawning as well.

"What are you grinning about?" Arthur demanded.

"Oh, just remembering the first time we met," Merlin said. "You made sure to tell me that you'd been trained to kill since birth."

The beginnings of an answering grin appeared on Arthur's face. "That's right."

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

"Oh, no, only my evil toys," Arthur said solemnly, and Merlin laughed until his smile slipped; he knew what kind of toys those would have been. Rag doll witches. Warlocks. "I seem to remember," Arthur continued, "you saying something dreadfully insubordinate after that."