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    “Hold up, hold up!” Prism chuckled, handing him the orange, square-shaped cover. “You better read yours.”

    “For what? I already know what it says. ‘ Flambae is amazing, and so fucking strong, and hot, and I’m a bitch! Also, he’s hot’. “

    She raised a brow.

    Shoulders dropping, he opened the folder, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

    “ ‘Chad is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.’

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    The Z-Team get their hands on Robert’s reports about them. Flambae doesn’t like what he finds, and makes sure Robert knows.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    “I don’t want gentle with you, Flam-bae. So if you wanna come to my house and act like you own the place, fucking deliver.” To punctuate his words, Robert fisted a hand in Flambae's hair, yanking his head back just enough to force eye contact.

    Flambae had to blink a few times, processing the seemingly sudden shift, before a sharp, delighted laugh escaped him. An arrogant, toothy grin spread across his face.

    "I'm gonna fucking ruin you."

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    31 Dec 2025

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    The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.

    So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.

     
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    The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?

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    21 Dec 2025

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    A hand grasped his arm, sending a brief thrill down Merlin's nerves as he was forced around to face the person behind him. Armour gleamed in the firelight: supple chainmail glinted, and the solid iron of a pauldron curved lovingly over one broad shoulder. The length of a sword blade separated them. The point hovered, steady and sure, over Merlin's heart, braced to run him through, but he did not care about any of that. He was too busy drinking in the sight of the man before him.

    He could never forget him, no matter how many centuries had passed.

    'Arthur?'


    When Merlin ultimately fails in his destiny, the fading remnants of magic that linger in the modern world fling him not just back in time, but sideways as well. He ends up in a Camelot where all his friends are alive, well and aware of his magic.

    He ends up in a Camelot where his alternate self died almost a year ago.

    Can he, Arthur and their friends still forge the golden age he was once promised, or will grief and suspicion tear them apart?

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    02 Oct 2025

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    13 Apr 2025