(Retelling of persephone)
Everything is so dull," Sherlock says.

"You're the lord of the dead," Stamford says. "Your kingdom is rich beyond measure and grows every day, how can you possibly be bored?"

Title | Pairing Pendragon/Merlin
Author | Anon
Pairing | Arthur/Merlin
Prompt | Arthur is a BNF and Merlin is his prized beta
Length | ~24 500
Warnings | casting spoilers for Starz “Camelot” and some speculation on episode content, based on no accurate information whatsoever.

Notes | All LJ names, emails and other names used in this fic are either non-functional or in use by someone who has no association with this fic or indeed with Merlin fandom at all. All real people who appear in this fic are entirely fictionalised based on the information on their Wikipedia pages and narrative convenience, as are the details of the SFX Weekender.

Thank you to everyone who has commented on this fic; you guys have really made my January and I am so grateful to you all. A special thank you to the KMM mod mice, and to the people who held my hand and made me keep writing this even though I was freaking out.

(First part originally posted in 24 comments here.)

Summary: She’s not the mentally ill one here, really, and she still can’t eat custard, ten years later.

Post-apocalyptic futurefic. The late summer sun is high over the base today, hot and intense. Kris tilts his face up and closes his eyes, pretending the hunters got fresh meat today, and that there are rain clouds on the horizon that'll sift cool, clear water down on all their sweaty heads. Everybody has their happy place these days, but Kris tries to make his attainable. There's no point in wishing the last five years never happened, because they did.

"I'll kill him and then maybe I'll keep... ungh. You. You're quite the oddity, Dr. McKay."

"I think it's time you told me why the bloody hell you have Lee and Zelenka's missing SX-7 on your bed."

AU docufic - v good.

Countdown: Cammie Mitchell's first week at the SGC is not what she was expecting.

Domesticity

Tempered, a Clean Plate Club story: In which Rodney needs a new attitude and John may need new pants.

Geologist!Fraser in Hawai'i

synecdochic and ivorygates riff off each other in IM: result = genderflip Cameron Mitchell. Who marries Oblivious!Daniel. JOY.

Somewhere Else to Be: Mechanic!Ray, Prof!Fraser, Mob!Vecchio

Rodney's Story (a Farm in Iowa interlude): John finds out why Rodney left after their first night together.

Carpals, Metacarpals, Phalanges: House is a medical resident. Wilson is a college sophomore on a pre-med track. Wilson studies. House helps. A medical school AU set in 1951 (please don't let that scare you off).

Story of a Girl: When Joanna Sheppard was six years old, she stepped into the cockpit of her very first plane and told her parents that she wanted to fly.

At The Hour When We Are Trembling: Post S2/S9 apocafic. The Wraith make it to Earth, and John and Daniel are left to pick up the pieces. Title is from Eliot's "The Hollow Men".

Mail Myself to You: The delivery guy – John – smirks again and brandishes his electronic clipboard. "I know. Already got your autograph. Also, the package has your name on it."

A Big Stupid Glory Of Being Wrong All the Time: Families, neighbors, mothers and sons. Sometimes your biggest problem isn't figuring out which galaxy you want to live in. ~15,000 words

A New Day at Midnight: In an alternate universe where heroes are persecuted rather than celebrated, Mohinder and Peter meet under different circumstances, each hiding dangerous secrets.