The ending made no sense. First of all, Merlin did not fulfill his destiny because Arthur died. Second of all, Arthur never united Albion. Third of all, Camelot never falls because Gwen was still queen, and as much as it breaks my Arwen heart, she would probably get married again, and the Pendragon dynasty would go on.
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for the Fantasy TV Meme || 03/05 AUs
The Hunger Games.
I was just going to write a summary to go with this, but then it turned into a whole fic, so umm yeah. I’m sorry? Have a 3,3089 word Sterek version of The Hunger Games.
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“And now it’s time to select District Three’s male tribute; who will the lucky young man be? Stiles Stilinski! Come on up here dear.”
Stiles isn’t stupid; he knows in all likelihood he’s being sent off to die. From the moment his name is called though; Stiles clamps down on his fear and focuses on the fact that he’s going to need a plan if he’s going to come back home to his dad. And he has to come back home to his dad, because he’s pretty sure his dad will drink himself into an early grave if he doesn’t. Erica Reyes is stood next to him, her eyes huge and her slender frame wracked with trembles. Stiles knows the odds of him coming home are slim, but Erica’s are pretty much non-existent; if someone doesn’t put a knife through her, then she’ll probably die alone choking on her tongue or her own vomit, because Erica has terrible seizures. Her family can’t afford the medication to help them, so she has to be supervised at all times to keep her safe. Stiles really isn’t sure which would be the worse way to go; all he knows is he gets why she’s gasping like the executioner’s noose is already around her neck. Stiles needs to win, and in that instant he knows he can’t team up with her, because that alliance would only make him weaker. Stiles feels cold and calculated to be thinking about this already, but there it is; Stiles wants to live. Stiles really wants to live and, to do that, he’s going to have to be smart. [The rest on AO3]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/aaa33c003fa7280f71d952a46cf0cb98/tumblr_mj6pjwLWGE1qceidto1_500.png)
for the Fantasy TV Meme || 03/05 AUs
The Hunger Games.
I was just going to write a summary to go with this, but then it turned into a whole fic, so umm yeah. I’m sorry? Have a 3,3089 word Sterek version of The Hunger Games.
***
“And now it’s time to select District Three’s male tribute; who will the lucky young man be? Stiles Stilinski! Come on up here dear.”
Stiles isn’t stupid; he knows in all likelihood he’s being sent off to die. From the moment his name is called though; Stiles clamps down on his fear and focuses on the fact that he’s going to need a plan if he’s going to come back home to his dad.
And he has to come back home to his dad, because he’s pretty sure his dad will drink himself into an early grave if he doesn’t.
Erica Reyes is stood next to him, her eyes huge and her slender frame wracked with trembles. Stiles knows the odds of him coming home are slim, but Erica’s are pretty much non-existent; if someone doesn’t put a knife through her, then she’ll probably die alone choking on her tongue or her own vomit, because Erica has terrible seizures. Her family can’t afford the medication to help them, so she has to be supervised at all times to keep her safe. Stiles really isn’t sure which would be the worse way to go; all he knows is he gets why she’s gasping like the executioner’s noose is already around her neck.
Stiles needs to win, and in that instant he knows he can’t team up with her, because that alliance would only make him weaker. Stiles feels cold and calculated to be thinking about this already, but there it is; Stiles wants to live. Stiles really wants to live and, to do that, he’s going to have to be smart.
[The rest on AO3]
