#fth fic

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Merlin/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin

Characters: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Harry Hart | Galahad, Roxy Morton | Lancelot, Original Kingsman Character(s), Merlin (Kingsman), Daisy (Kingsman), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reincarnation, Eggsy Unwin as Arthur, Future Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Complicated Relationships, Estrangement, Falling In Love, Missions Gone Wrong, Angst with a Happy Ending, Harry Hart is a Little Shit, Everyone Lives - Sort Of, Eggsy Unwin Needs a Hug, Everyone Sorta Needs a Hug, Fix-It of Sorts

Summary:

They say life is full of second chances. Eggsy should know, he was given one when Harry proposed him during the candidate trials. But how many second chances does one get in a lifetime?

Decades after Poppy Adams and the loss of a very special person, Eggsy is proposed as Arthur by his predecessor, Harry. While the crown may be heavy on the head, it’s his only shot at living a relatively normal life, and repairing his estranged relationship with his teenage son, Lee. He expects it to be as rocky as it sounds, while also juggling his new title and a candidate trial to fill his retired seat as Galahad.

What he doesn’t expect is one of the candidates proposed to have the face of the man he loved. One who died years ago. The face of the late Merlin, only 25 years younger.

One could imagine the shock and devastation Eggsy felt, even more so once the young man’s memories surface and Eggsy has to come to terms with more than just second chances.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tom Paris/B'Elanna Torres Characters: B'Elanna Torres, Tom Paris, Kathryn Janeway, Harry Kim, Tuvok (Star Trek), Kes (Star Trek), Seven of Nine Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kidnapping, Angst Summary:

Image source: Frank Cho, see more of his work here.

If you are not yet subscribed to the amazing story A Case of You by the inimitable @totallysilvergirl, then let me tempt you with an excerpt.

"Insomnia, endless cups of tea he let go cold while he spent hours drawing the face he loved best—from memory, from photographs, from fantasy. He hadn’t covered this many pages with pencil since he’d started drawing again after Sherlock’s return, trying to wrench his thoughts from the craving to drink."

Read the first two chapters on Ao3 here.

by Silvergirl, for Randomwordsonpaper

The lovely @randomwordsonpaper bid on me for Fandom Trumps Hate, and here I am sprinting in late, skidding to a stop in the lobby, and brandishing a new story in their general direction honor.

They gave me an effervescent, energetic prompt that got a bit emo'ed in the realization.

Summary: Sherlock is marrying an American, and at the rehearsal dinner, best man John makes a drunken love confession he doesn’t remember the next day. Badly hungover, John calls all over London looking for the wedding, the grooms, or at least some witnesses who can tell him what happened. Finally he flies to Amsterdam to make things right for the love of his life and the love of his life. A happy Johnlock ending.

Excerpt:

“You’re getting—you’re what?”

John’s voice comes out unrecognisable even to himself. He clears his throat, tries again.

“You’re—come again?”

“I’m getting married.” Impatiently. “It’s a thing people do, you know. People standing in this very room have done it.”

Well. They haven’t. But Sherlock doesn’t know that.

“But—how—who—” How is this happening? “How do I not even know who the lucky—” John fumbles for a gender, and of course Sherlock clocks that. His expression goes even more acerbic.

“—man is? I can’t imagine.” Sherlock tries sarcasm. “You’ve been so present of late.”

“I—I know. I’m sorry. I was—”

If there were any way John could have cocked this up any worse, he can’t think of it at the moment. But he’s quite sure he’ll come up with something worse in the near future, and do it, too.

“Don’t worry, John. It’s fine. It’s all fine.”

The sardonic glint in those peridot eyes tells John it isn’t.

“Let’s start over, yeah? Hello, Sherlock, long time no see, you’re getting married, that’s fantastic. Who’s the lucky bloke?”

There, almost his natural tone. All it takes is pretending he’s talking to Greg.

“His name is Eric. He’s American.” Sherlock’s airy tone tells John he’d better not meet this information with snark.

A ferocious loathing seizes John for every male ever named Eric, for every male born on American soil, for every acre of North America occupied by the United States. Islands included.

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8 chapters, 17K words. I’ll start posting on Friday 15 December, and update every two or three days. The fic is completely written, and has been generously beta’ed by stellacartography. (Not Britpicked, though: moriamo come uomini.)

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