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I have a Word document saved as 'willmueh'.

I have a Word document saved as 'willmueh' because it was miakun's birthday a couple of days ago, and I was writing her a drabble from the prompt "Will meets Nimueh, any situation". But then the drabble got out of hand, you know it goes. Instead of doing problem sets about maximum likelihood ratios, I wrote 1700 words of afterlife fic. I have few regrets about this.

Happy birthday, dear miakun! Sorry this took longer than expected.


Surviving Death
Merlin. Nimueh, Will. G.
Will and Nimueh in the afterlife.

( How did you die? )

Will I be able to get through the next week without cigarettes? I shouldn't be able to, but I suspect I will somehow sneak one in. Hahaha, "I can stop anytime," whatever. THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES. D:

Ugh, mostly I'm just tetchy from personal space issues. I'm finding that if I were Merlin, and Arthur had to be my best friend, I would have turned him into a newt by now. If only he didn't have the disgusting habit of constantly saving my life. SIGH. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, WHERE ARE YOU. If I were a zombie slayer in the zombie apocalypse, I wouldn't have to worry about shit like this. My only concern would be the fortification of my bunker and effective decapitation techniques. If I were Merlin and Arthur were a zombie, I would incinerate the shit out of hiiiiiiim.

Maybe Merlin should watch some Futurama or X-Files to soothe his ego or some shit. He hasn't watched as many Futurama episodes as he thinks, and he can continue to nurse his life-long crush on Agent Scully as a method of distraction. (Will, though, he always said, "Fuck this scifi shit, man, you gotta bitch up, else you gonna get bitched down." It had made more sense after four beers.)

"It's like this," Will said. "It's like you're Fry, and Arthur is Bender. He only pretends to hate you... or pretends to pretend to hate you. Uh. Either way. Well, he is remarkably human-like for something heartless and manufactured."

"Arthur's not...!" Merlin sputtered, then jabbed a finger in Will's chest. "You're Zoidberg!"

"Hey!"

(SOLVE MY LIFE, CRACKFIC.)

Will grabs Merlin's pack of cigarettes. "For that, I am confiscating these."

So it's Merlin's turn to go, "Hey!" and then possibly they chase each other around the pastures, AS THEY ARE WONT TO DO. Possibly wrestling is involved.


Anyhoozle, remixredux09. If you asked, "Hey, did Lass write Ye Shall Not Surely Die (The Ascension Remix)?" then you are CORRECT, SIR. It is a remix of the thoroughly wonderful Apples by suaine. I just, I saw the pairing, and I couldn't not.

I'll get to the actual reposting sometime soon, but for now here are the vital stats and a link.

Ye Shall Not Surely Die (The Ascension Remix)
Merlin. PG13. Dragon/Hunith, Nimueh. 2142 words. Thanks to animus_wyrmis for the beta.
Walking the line between two worlds.
The first spells were cast in dragonsong, with words older than the first man.

In 4 hours, I'll be mobile for a week. See ya'll after then.