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A map of the Kingdoms of Albion, based on show data, canon maps, historical maps, and a bit of fudging to get it all to fit together nicely. Canon-compliant and based circa season 2. Includes chapters on: demographics, travel on foot/by horse, and known locations.
Now contains a detailed map of the Kingdom of Camelot!
Please feel free to use this as a fannish resource!
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25 Sep 2025
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After a late night drunk call from Castiel, Dean visits the witch’s apartment the next morning expecting magical mess. What he finds instead is Castiel asleep in Dean’s old shirt—holding a baby. A real, living baby that looks eerily like Castiel.
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- Part 1 of Ten chapter stories
- Part 1 of The Adventures and Tales of Parenting Baby Jack
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25 Sep 2025
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Sometimes Merlin's life feels like someone's idea of a hilarious joke. A run in with a fertility god and the wrong sort of berries does not improve his situation. But if he can bring himself to trust Arthur, maybe everything will work out after all.
For prompt#8.
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13 Sep 2025
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The Hales didn’t like him. He didn’t like them either. And for fifteen years he made it a point to have as little interaction with them as possible.
It comes as a shock then, when Derek Hale turns up at his door one night, screaming baby in his arms, asking for help.
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03 Sep 2025
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Majority of his time in Lancaster made Dick take a long hard look at just how much the war took from him, how much it kept on him. But the gash of the ricochet across his ankle felt a little easier to forget than the inclination of his muscles to run six miles in the morning, keep his hair shaved close to his scalp. Flesh wounds were external and less frightening than the way his fingers would curl around a garden spade like it was a shovel to a foxhole. Dick wondered how long until his stomach felt softer, until his thighs were a little less taut for him to completely shed who he was in the European theatre. War was in his habits and Dick didn’t know who he was without them.
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Dick Winters came back home with two vices: the damning inclination to wear his ODs every second of the day, and Lewis Nixon.