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camelotremix) wrote2018-06-26 11:47 pm
camelotremix) wrote2018-06-26 11:47 pm
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FIC: You Are Here
Title: You Are Here
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nympha_alba
Work Type: Fic
Work URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14849573
Remixee Name:camelittle
Link to Work Remixed: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12392913
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Length: 4.7k
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Reincarnation, mention of minor character death (outside of the story), grumpy old Merlin
Notes: I flailed a bit (in a good way) when I saw your were my remixee,camelittle! You have so many great stories to choose from, but I fell for Wish You Were Here with its hilariously irritating Merlin and its T.H. White twist. A million thanks to my beta and to the mods!
Summary: The rain is pouring down as Merlin travels back to London after yet another visit to the fields that were once the Lake of Avalon. When he disembarks, the warm, wonderful fragrance of coffee draws him to the tiny café on the platform. Well, Merlin thinks as he hoists his duffel bag up at a better angle on his aching shoulder, when he does find Arthur, at least it won't be in a waiting-room café at a train station. Or… will it?
Creator:
nympha_albaWork Type: Fic
Work URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14849573
Remixee Name:
camelittleLink to Work Remixed: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12392913
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Length: 4.7k
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Reincarnation, mention of minor character death (outside of the story), grumpy old Merlin
Notes: I flailed a bit (in a good way) when I saw your were my remixee,
camelittle! You have so many great stories to choose from, but I fell for Wish You Were Here with its hilariously irritating Merlin and its T.H. White twist. A million thanks to my beta and to the mods!Summary: The rain is pouring down as Merlin travels back to London after yet another visit to the fields that were once the Lake of Avalon. When he disembarks, the warm, wonderful fragrance of coffee draws him to the tiny café on the platform. Well, Merlin thinks as he hoists his duffel bag up at a better angle on his aching shoulder, when he does find Arthur, at least it won't be in a waiting-room café at a train station. Or… will it?