Mala_Fire_Bringer



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    Arthur and Merlin were just going on a hunting trip. It was meant to be a nice, easy trip through the woods around Camelot. It ended with them being chased by an unknown monster into an unknown cave, stepping out into an unknown world. Maybe the weird bard and the magic monster hunter they found in the woods could help?

    Jaskier and Geralt were on their way north for the winter—Jaskier to Oxenfurt, Geralt to Kaer Morhen. But they were still a ways away when two odd men claiming to be from a place called “Camelot” stumbled into them. Geralt immediately learned Merlin has magic, and Jaskier could see the chemistry between the pair from a mile away.

    Arthur wanted to get back to Camelot.
    Merlin wanted to get back to Camelot, and stay alive while his magic seemed intent on acting bizarre.
    Geralt wanted to travel with Jaskier.
    Jaskier wanted to travel with Geralt, and get those two idiots to confess everything.

    It took some time, but they all got what they wanted. More or less.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Over the years, Jaskier gets a reputation amongst witchers as the guy who will get you out of bind if you need him to. He’s the witchers’ bard, after all. Need a hand with your injuries? A safe place to hide? A friendly face? Find Jaskier.

    Jaskier, on the other hand, has no idea why witchers in trouble keep bumping into him on the road, but fate is funny that way, isn’t it? He’s certainly not going to turn them away

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    05 Jun 2026

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    "Do you want me to open the blinds?”

    “Heaven, no. People might think it an invitation to enter. Let me just-“

    With a moment’s careful focus a soft light forms in the air and begins slowly to strengthen. Crowley’s jaw drops.

    “Angel, are- are you-?”

    The silver light is soft and warm, reminiscent of moonlight on a summer’s night. It has no physical source; it simply exists, loosely ringing Aziraphale’s head and fluctuating in intensity whenever he needs it to. Crowley swallows hard.

    “I’m- I just- Th- I’ve never seen it. Your, uh. Yeah. Before.”

    He gestures, a little futilely, to Aziraphale’s newly visible halo. Aziraphale flushes gently.

    “I don’t exactly go around showing it off."

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    02 Jun 2026

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    The Master bares his teeth, free hand moving to press against the Doctor’s stomach. 

    “Don’t,” the Doctor says, tightening his grip on his arm. 

    “Make me.” 

    The Doctor feels a burn where the Master’s hand is pressing into him, even through his clothes, but he doesn’t flinch away, squeezes the Master’s arm even harder instead, and brings his other hand up to pin his shoulder. 

    “Don’t.” 

    The Master isn’t going to run again, the Doctor’s not going to let him. 

     

    The Doctor lands on Earth, and feels a familiar presence he'd thought lost.

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    24 May 2026

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    "There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"

    "I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.

    Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"

    "What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.

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    Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.

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    18 May 2026