#orphaned work

Rec: La Petite Mort by Anonymous

I orphaned 3 of my old works on Ao3 and now I can't help imagine them haunting me till the end of times 👻

I don't know if anyone wants to write yet another NASA-didn't-see-Mark-so-Mark-has-to-wait-forever fic, but I wrote this prompt awhile ago and I don't think imma write it, so. I'm putting this baby up for adoption. If you want 'er, she's yours. Just--maybe lemme know if you write it sos I can read it?? :)

“Are you going to get on with it, Lord Husband?” Merlin asks in a challenging voice, daring, provoking. Arthur almost falls for it, but Merlin’s eyes betray him, the way he stands before him with his hands wrung tight across his chest and into his collar. Defensive. Suddenly, Arthur is all too aware of the few years that separate them. In this light, with his eyes blown wide like a deer and his thin shoulders drawn upward beneath the cloak, Merlin looks painfully young. A fierce protectiveness wells up in Arthur’s chest.

They’re on location, testing out the hot tub in an allegedly haunted hotel, and the jets don’t even work so it’s just them in a bathtub for no reason, but Ryan is so amused by it, sitting across from him in the yellow bathroom light, that Shane wants to drink the laughter from his lips.

Rec: Crossing Lines by Anonymous