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“You’re the Prince?” Merlin says, eyeing him. He hesitates, then adds, defiant, “The Mad Prince of Camelot.”
Arthur doesn’t move. There’s quiet for a long time, then he says it. “I am.”
“You don’t seem mad,” he says.
The smile wells up from somewhere deep, and very sad. “Well, Merlin,” he says, “give me time.”Series
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08 Jul 2026
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A hunting trip. A bad feeling. An ambush.
An arrow, straight through the chest.
Merlin is dead. Until he isn’t.
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07 Jul 2026
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Ghost is motionless, staring down at John's outstretched hand like he's trying to recall on which page of How to Behave Like a Real Human in Polite Society he’s previously seen the gesture.
Before things can get awkward, John turns the aborted handshake into a jovial, manly sort of punch to Ghost’s shoulder. It's rather like how he imagines it would be to hit an adult moose, both in the physical sensation and in the frisson of anticipated danger it elicits. Gamely, he says, “Truck’s just about set, sir. Glad to be working with you.”
Ghost’s eyes flick up to John’s face, and then higher, to his hair. He frowns.
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Two idiots are assigned to an ambulance. They fall in love.
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28 Jun 2026
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John's on the side of the road with a busted car motor and not a cent to his name. He's about to call it and make the trek back into town on foot, until he hears a rumbling pick-up truck come around the bend. He smooths back his damp, loose mohawk before he moves to the side of the car to lean against the door, pushing out his chest to display his tattoos and plastering on his winning smile.
It works—hook, line and sinker as the truck slows to a crawl. The door slams shut, and when the owner appears from behind, John swallows hard, his throat growing dry from more than just the heat with his heart thumping an unfamiliar swing in his chest.
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26 Jun 2026
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“Unclench your fist,” Price commented drily. “They’re prostitutes, not terrorists.”
Tell that to his racing pulse, Ghost thought. To the low thrums of adrenaline that pulsed through him. Didn't know how he had gotten talked into tonight, but also wasn't quite sure how to back out now.
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Ghost was expecting someplace seedier, someplace where he would never remember the faceless, nameless person he tumbled into bed with. Wasn't prepared to be faced with Soap, the charming sex worker that saw him in ways that made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
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24 Jun 2026