I sometimes abuse ampersands

the monsters are alright (Harry Hart/Merlin, NC-17, 26,402 words)

Summary: As ruined weekends go, Merlin thinks with mounting despair, nothing quite beats being dumped by the love of your life and landing on babysitting duty minding the eldritch horror too ancient to have a name in any language, living or dead. The eldritch horror insists that Merlin call him Harry.

Additional tags: Lovecraftian, soul-bonding is totally a horror trope, inexorable tentacles are inexorable, have you accepted Harry Hart as your personal saviour?, I'm in it for schmoop, Pre-Canon

Also, erebusodora, an unbelievably brilliant & amazing soul, has a gorgeous portrait of the EldritchHorror!Harry (tentacles are best accessorized with ties, heeee), and of BAMF!Merlin of the same verse, who is deeply unamused by all the eldritch mumbo-jumbo around him.

You know that feeling when insomnia pushes you into the loving bosom of a kinkmeme, and maybe you've translated 10+ pages of work-related stuff that day and your brain is totally fried and you absolutely don't intend to write anything, but are rather looking for some nifty ideas for bedtime stories, and then you kind of space out, and by the time you come to again, you have commited 2,400 words of A/B/O PWP? Well, everybody knows the feeling, right? BLOODY AWKWARD, all I'm saying.