MerlinMpreg Fest - Weekly Round-Up #1
merlinmpreg Weekly Round-Up #1
• Falling by vix-spes
[Gwaine/Leon - 2000 words - PG-13]
Summary: Nobody was expecting the reason behind Gwaine's strange behaviour and sudden change in lifestyle.
• Living in the Storm mysticcandy
[Merlin/Arthur - 5426 words - PG-13]
A nighttime ambush by alien zombies is really the last thing Merlin needs right now, but the world doesn’t seem to have an overabundance of care for Merlin’s needs these days. If it did, he wouldn’t have managed to end up as the first pregnant human in two decades, he wouldn’t be stuck with just Arthur for company, and the aforementioned alien zombie ambush would definitely not be happening.
• The Rare Ungovernable Element by a-big-apple
[Merlin/Arthur - 12445 words - NC-17]
Years ago, when Merlin had only just started as Arthur’s manservant, Arthur found the idiot standing awkwardly in his chambers, flushed and embarrassed and smelling like the barest outer edge of heat.
“I forgot to take my herbs,” he explained, twisting his hands together. “I’m sorry. I have to--”
Arthur waved a hand to forestall any explanation. “When should I expect you back?”
“Three days ought to do it,” Merlin replied, visibly relieved. “Thank you, sire.”
• Falling by vix-spes
[Gwaine/Leon - 2000 words - PG-13]
Summary: Nobody was expecting the reason behind Gwaine's strange behaviour and sudden change in lifestyle.
• Living in the Storm mysticcandy
[Merlin/Arthur - 5426 words - PG-13]
A nighttime ambush by alien zombies is really the last thing Merlin needs right now, but the world doesn’t seem to have an overabundance of care for Merlin’s needs these days. If it did, he wouldn’t have managed to end up as the first pregnant human in two decades, he wouldn’t be stuck with just Arthur for company, and the aforementioned alien zombie ambush would definitely not be happening.
• The Rare Ungovernable Element by a-big-apple
[Merlin/Arthur - 12445 words - NC-17]
Years ago, when Merlin had only just started as Arthur’s manservant, Arthur found the idiot standing awkwardly in his chambers, flushed and embarrassed and smelling like the barest outer edge of heat.
“I forgot to take my herbs,” he explained, twisting his hands together. “I’m sorry. I have to--”
Arthur waved a hand to forestall any explanation. “When should I expect you back?”
“Three days ought to do it,” Merlin replied, visibly relieved. “Thank you, sire.”