#dianyx

Ahhh thank you so much!! This Anime NYC was my first con in 3 years (that I went to as an artist in the artist alley), so alas it doesn't happen often. But when I do go, I try my darn hardest to make sure that I can give people who visit my booth a fun time!

I cannot thank you enough panda 💕

thank you so much.

and honestly after the sequel i think you can expect a lot more merlahad because wow did it kick those feelings up high.

also did you know someone created a playlist for that story?

it is great

*sprinkles sparkle confetti on you!* you’re doing great! Keep on going! don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!

:D <3 Hope you like it dear Dia ;)

They’re lying on the floor of Harry’s living room, passing their second bottle of scotch back and forth. Or maybe it’s their third... Merlin’s not sure and Harry is never one to count his drinks.

Especially not when he’s celebrating.

Celebrating what, Merlin cannot be bothered to remember.

That it’s a happy occasion and Harry is half lying on top of him is all that is important to him.

“Meeeeeehhh,” Harry suddenly starts whining quite eloquently and only stops when Merlin slaps him behind the head. Well. Pats him is more like it, because after two (three?) bottle he sure doesn’t have the coordination left to slap anyone. “The bottle’s empty.”

Harry snuggles even closer, his lips pressing against his collarbone and Merlin feels pleasantly grounded to the now by the weight on top of him.

But feeling good or not, he cannot suppress the tiny fear that Harry will smother him when they’ll fall asleep. And since Harry isn’t getting up and Merlin cannot keep his eyes open, it probably won’t be long before they pass out.

“Move Harry.”

“No.” He sounds very much like the petulant child Merlin has always suspected him to be. “‘m too comfy.”

“Harry, if I wake up in the morning and I’m dead... Wait.”

Harry starts chuckling sleepily against his neck and Merlin forgets what he wanted to say, pressing a kiss against his temple instead.

The End for the Merlahad one

Their skin is still slightly damp from the shower they’ve taken when they slide into bed, but at least, Merlin is no longer shivering from the cold of the rain. But even if he’s now warmed up, Harry stil wraps himself around him like an octupus, unwilling to let even an inch of distance between them.

He got scared tonight that this would be when he finally loses Merlin for good and he knows they still got a lot to talk about come morning, but for now they’re both together and alive and it’s all that mattered.

Merlin must be thinking much of the same, his nose rubbing lazily against Harry’s neck, his lips catching on sensitive skin with a pleased hum when Harry presses a kiss on his forehead.

Next for the Daft Punk one is actually the first sentence of the chapter because AH HA HA I haven’t started on it yet actually xp

They ditched the car before they came into view of the manor, Merlin deeming it far more prudent to continue on foot.

What a wonderful list, thank you!

I have horrible guilt about The Ink On Our Skin Stains Us Black - that it sits unfinished, and at how bad those first few chapters are now that I have some practice writing. But it still makes me blush to know that people really connected with story so far. God, I hope one day I can finish it.