A/N: Written for Anandajc's birthday on LiveJournal. It's actually on October 15th, but meh, does anyone really mind an early present? Sorry if it sucks, Anandajc, but I tried to make it interesting.

Warnings: Slash if you squint. Could be taken as friendship if you're really in denial. Don't read if you don't like.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Susan Cooper's Dark is Rising Sequence, but I wish I did. I have all the copies of her books, and I've read them multiple times. I also hate the movie. Hate it so, so much.

Three From The Circle

Return of the King

Will knew exactly when it was that Bran’s memory returned. Saw the clarity and power light up the beautiful golden eyes. Saw the almost arrogant quirk of the lips when the young lord finally met his horrified gaze. And his heart was torn in two.

Fit like a glove

Will had never seen Bran so happy, so cheerful, so comfortable in his own skin as he was now. The young man kept smiling superiorly at everything in his sight, not that Will minded, and even Owen Davies asked Will Just who has replaced my son? But Will knew the man didn’t mind either. Both of them wanted the same–or at least similar–things. Bran’s happiness. But then Merriman arrived, and though Bran faced the Oldest of Old Ones bravely, Will himself couldn’t help but feel ashamed, as if he’d done something wrong. He had.

And The Fire Shall Fly From The Raven Boy

Merriman was smiling, and that worried Will. After a few seconds, Bran was smiling too, his whole face relaxed. And then, abruptly, the tall man bent down very low before the boy, taking his hand. Welcome back, lord Pendragon. And Bran’s eyes lit up. Then Will knew to relax too, and he fell back on the floor like a heavy weight had been taken off his chest. But then the man added something more. Your father awaits. And Will had the sneaking suspicion that this had been planned all along, that he had worried over nothing, but the smile on Bran’s face made it so that he couldn’t care less. And Will knew he was in trouble again, this time a trouble of a different sort.

Home is where the High Magic is

Bran was nervous as they–meaning Will, Merriman, and the young lord himself–waited outside of the lord King’s chambers. More nervous than Will had seen him be since he was a young mortal, not so long ago. But all those nerves evaporated when the door opened and the King stepped out. Bran bowed before him elegantly, a tight smile on his face, but Arthur soon pulled him into an embrace. Welcome to Camelot–no, welcome home, my son. And both of them–all of them–knew everything would be okay.

And they lived Happily Ever After

It had now been a few weeks since the two young men began to live in Camelot, the place where they belonged, and Will had the expression of a wild, caged thing. Bran watched him worriedly, day by day, as something seemed to eat him up from the inside. The young prince hoped it had nothing to do with him. One night he heard his Dewin singing, a lovely, heart wrenching tune, and he knew what was wrong with Will. Walking up to the brunet, he abruptly pulled him backwards into his own arms, whispering in his ears. Do you know what it is that I most like about being myself again, Cariad? And Will swallowed dryly, slowly shaking his head no, as if Bran would disappear if he moved too fast. Being myself with you. Because it wouldn’t mean as much to be King if you weren’t here by my side. And Will melted into his arms.

The end...or maybe just the beginning of a new adventure

A/N: So...how was it? This is my second DiR fic, by the way. My first was also BranxWill, but the other one was a crossover with xxxHOLiC, my favorite anime/manga. If you're interested, take a gander at that too. Also, I have a BranxWill community here on FF called The Legend Reborn. We're lacking in staff and subscribers, but I know DiR still has some loyal fans, so if you want to be a member PM me. Also, write some more DiR fics, because I go through the archives every few weeks to add some to the community.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANANDAJC!

R&R: I know the DiR fandom is pretty much in need of dire resuscitation, but a couple of reviews would be nice. Please tell me what you think. This is my second DiR fiction ever.