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A hot bloke on the other side of the room catches Arthur's attention and finally the evening starts to look a bit brighter. Too bad he's attending an event for deaf people and can't even sign his own name.
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20 Apr 2026
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This was all Morgana’s fault, honestly. What kind of person has a brother that looks like that and doesn’t even offer to set him up with her very single, very gay best friend?
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12 Jan 2026
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Merlin adores being a doctor, more than he ever thought would be possible. He does. It’s fulfilling. It’s amazing.
The problem he never saw coming is that people at the club get reckless when he’s on duty. For some reason, knowing that there’s a bona fide medical doctor stalking the halls means that people think that this is their best chance to go nuts. Merlin likes that they feel safe enough under his watch to test their boundaries, but there’s also a part of him that hates it. He’s here to get away from work, not to have more of it, goddamnit.
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He peers up at Lance standing over him, his own dungeon monitor badge pinned to his satiny shirt.
“Hey, Merlin,” Lance says, with an easy smile that just barely hides the tension underneath. “Could I talk to you about something for a minute?”
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21 Nov 2025
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The mattress shifted, Buck started to pull away, his heat disappearing from his side.
His hand shot out, wrapping around Buck’s middle, dragging him back in with surprising strength for someone who was barely awake.
“Move and I’m breaking up with you,” he mumbled into Buck’s skin, voice gravelly and thick with sleep.
Buck snorted, laughter low and fond. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wanna try me?”
Buck stilled, before he softly answered, “...Five more minutes.”
He smiled, slow and smug, lips brushing against the curve of Buck’s neck.
“Good boy.”
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20 Oct 2025