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Yuletide Recs 2019

Happy Yuletide, everyone! First, I got a delightful little fic written for me: promenade.  My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle and Mrs. Higgins.  Wonderful story.  Mrs. Higgins was superb, and Eliza's reactions to the English upper class abroad are perfect. Here are some other fics I have enjoyed: 4'33"--John Cage The Sound Of A Yuletide Fic Not Being Written. There sure are a lot of cars going by.  Great meta look at writing, and 4'33" The Addams Family (movies) An Addams Family Contract (Written in Secret, Signed in Blood).  “I’m an Addams,” Debbie protests indignantly. Immediately after making this statement, Debbie realized that it was true.  (Or, Wednesday wants to exorcise Debbie. Debbie wants to kill Wednesday. A negotiation begins.)  This is AMAZING and hysterically funny, and the thought of Debbie and Wednesday working together is TERRIFYING. Don't I Deserve Love (and Jewelry).  The plan to win Wednesday’s friendship did not start well. She shared her admiration for the girl’s blowtorch, then hinted about her own childhood affinity for matchsticks and fire accelerants, but Wednesday was unimpressed.  Do better,” she said before lowering her hockey mask and stalking after Pubert. Honeymoon in Transylvania.  Ahahahaha, this is wonderful.  Gomez and Morticia vs. the TSA! Alien Series A Room with a Crappy View. 17k of Ripley and Hicks awesomeness post-Aliens. This is an absolutely AMAZEBALLS fic, and I LOVE it. I love that they deal with their trauma. I love how they wrote the Colonel, doing the best she could on the evidence she had and how frustrating that was and yet, when you look at it from her POV, what better way could she have handled it? The action is great, the relationships between Ripley and Hicks and Bishop were awesome, this is an absolute treat. All About Eve Getting Back to Being a Woman.  Karen knew enough not to go to New Haven.  Never let it be said that Margo Channing doesn't know how to take care of her friends.  I love this. I could just hear Bette Davis and the others saying their lines, and the ending is perfect--I think Karen and Lloyd will be able to have a much better relationship after this, if he's willing to accept and live into the changed relationship. Till I have the possession of everything she touches.  Addison DeWitt/Eve Harrington and their daughter.  VERY well done Addison perspective. Aubrey-Maturin series. Vent de Boulet.  Jack & Aubrey, Teen.  The aftermath of Stephen's escape from the French interrogators at Port Mahon.  Wonderful portrayal of the relationship between them and natural consequences of their trauma-filled lives. Babette's Feast Body and Soul.  After the French dinner, a new normal established itself among the faithful. Ballet Shoes A Long Way from the Cromwell Road.  Petrova visits Pauline in Hollywood after the war ends. Bletchley Circle Logical Recovery.  After the showdown with Marta Magro at the warehouses, Jean, Millie, and Lucy embark for Glasgow to find Eliška. Archival research, an extended stay with Jean's cousin, undercover rescue missions, and much emotional processing of past events ensue. Cabaret Infinite Variety.  London, 1950. Clifford has coming looking for Sally. Instead he finds a girl who may or may not be her – or their – daughter, the reclusive former Master of Ceremonies, and an annoying parrot. He becomes part of their strange household, full of love and bickering; sorrow, pain and music. No-one will tell him where Sally is, or even whether she’s alive. No-one will tell him anything. Except the parrot, who tells him that life is a Cabaret.  Oh, wow, this is painful but SO GOOD and the ending is perfect. DC Teen Titans From Cold to Fire.  "Do you want to go out with me?" "What?" Young Justice Getting Stupid in your area.  Hang-time includes considerations of evil clones and taking down a newly raised lich lord.  Love the banter. Die Hard Your Answers Please.  “Come on, kid,” McClane said gruffly. “This place is fucking depressing. You’re coming to stay with me.” Enchanted Forrest Chronicles Best Served Cold.  In which Antorell causes trouble in the Enchanted Forest, and Cimorene and Alianora make an amphibious new friend.  Hilarious, I love Ribbita! Ghostbusters Better Than Roses. Janine dates. It's...something. The Goblin Emperor Imperial (non) Immunity.  Csevet doesn't get sick. Maia's not so confident. Light a Mourner's Candle.  The Archprelate finds a chaplain for Maia. Against a Sure Winter.  When the opportunity arose to become one of the four ceremonial bodyguards for the new Emperor, Cala Athmaza volunteered. He didn't fully realize what he was letting himself in for, but he knew in his heart he had made the right choice. Sugar Lumps.  Maia spends some time with his horse. Greek Mythology beauty, her artificers.  Shortly after their wedding, Aphrodite sustains a small wound.  Really great Aphrodite/Hephaestus dynamic. a thing of beauty, golden.  Olympus’ one-century wonder appears in Hephaestus’ workshop between one strike on his anvil and the next..  Another really great Aphrodite/Hephaestus fic. Hancock yeah I know the shortcut, rather take the long way. Ray daydreams a New York that looks a lot like something out of an old Daredevil comic - towers looming over the city like cragged, jaded sentries, impartial to the neon kaleidoscope of chaos churning along below them. Hancock roosts on the tallest, craggiest one of course, brooding as he watches the slow pulsing heartbeat of the city below him. Ready to dive off his perch and into action with the first cry of distress, and there’s probably lots of those in a city like New York. Lots of zooming around, saving people, saving the world. Hopefully with slightly less metaphorical middle fingers to the world. And less alcohol. Ray’s not an idiot though, and one sparkly life-changing month doesn’t just fix people. History RPF 15th Century. these late eclipses.  Anne Neville, like others of her line, is born with a gift.  I LOVE the way magic is brought into this, it melds so well with the history. 19th Century/German folklore The Bargain.  Bettina finds a secret door at her grandmother's house, one that leads to something very unexpected. The things she learns as a result change her life in small but important ways. Imperial Radch Still Left in Want of Mercy.  The Republic of Two Systems is about a month old. Seivarden is having yet another crisis - can Mercy of Kalr get her through it? Maybe, with the crew's and Fleet Captain's help.  Interesting Ship perspective. high above the trees.  An unexpected embassy. Really excellent, probably the best way I've ever seen "Awn Lives" done. The Incredibles Life of a Superhero, Junior Grade.  Fortunately, this was Tuesday night training, not a real villain-chasing experience. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell The Magicians of Starecross Hall.  Being a series of interludes in the life of John Segundus, newly practical magician, in the year following the disappearances of Messrs. Strange and Norrell. Including: a new school for young magicians, explorations of the King’s Roads, Lady Pole’s alarming needle-work, unanticipated trips to Faerie, and John Childermass.  I love this story!  How the school got started, and 'Miss Wintertowne' (although I do think she would style herself 'Mrs' Wintertowne, because she is married and up through the 18th Century 'Mistress/Mrs' vs. 'Miss' had as much to do with age and experience and such as it did with marital status) and how she uses embroidery as a kind of art therapy.  I love the slow burn, and I love the stuff about exploring the King's Roads and Faerie.  It is excellent and awesome. Lilo & Stitch The Dance.  Lilo peeked out from behind the curtains and looked over the stage. A Little Princess Discipulae.  "I just realized," Sara said. "Becky, I could have a tutor now. I could hire someone to teach me anything I wanted. All the things that are hard to learn alone from books — Greek and Latin, Sanskrit, algebra, anything I wanted. What would you learn, Becky, if you could?"  Really great look at what their lives could be like post-canon. Marvel Captain Marvel Take my hand (and we'll march to the front lines). There's a dream Vers has sometimes. this youthful heart can love you. Carol waited a week before she left with the Skrulls. Space Cases.  Monica tried many other times to win her mother over to a pet. A rabbit, a pony, a parakeet. This is not any of those stories. This is the story of Monica Rambeau and a Flerken named Goose.  Or: Why Nick Fury is never allowed to babysit ever again. The Tesseract's Wife.  A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points: non-linear snapshots of a love story. Fly Me To The Moon.  "It's a vacation. Like spring break," Carol says. Monica's eyes widen. "Really? So we can hang out? What are we going to do?" "Well," Carol says, leaning back in her chair and flashing that old, familiar smirk. "I thought we could go to the moon." Into the Spiderverse i got you.  Miles thinks he's hiding the truth about Spider-Man, but one unfortunate night, it comes to light. one last leap.  Telling his parents he's Spider-Man is a leap of faith Miles can't bring himself to take. My Life to Liv.  Liv survived her encounters with her interdimensional Spider-nemeses, of course. So what's next for her? Interdimensional Phone Pals.  Gwen Stacy is many things, but open to friendships isn’t really one of them.  Or,  Five rules Gwen makes for herself, and how Peter B. makes her question them. Into the Spiderverse/Murder, She Wrote Spider, She Wrote.  Miles and May visit her old friend Jessica in Cabot Cove. Mulan (1998) the proper order of things. Great outsider perspective. The Mummy After the Mummy.  London was becoming Rick's least favourite place, and not just because of all the rain. Loving Evy was one thing: figuring out whether she loved him back after the Egyptian heat faded away was something else. Where's a good rising of the undead when you need one? Don't worry, Jonathan found one.  Lovely fun adventure. Course Correction.  Jonathan really is serious about staying away from tombs and mummies this time (except trouble always seems to find him). Good thing Ardeth is there to help him stay on-track. Travelers by Night.  Very quickly, Jonathan weighed the odds. On one hand, potential death, whether by armed bandits, a mummy’s curse, or people who looked like bandits and who were very angry about someone unleashing a mummy’s curse. On the other hand, potential riches, home ground, and topics of conversation other than what happened at school fifteen years ago and who got it in the neck where. Murderbot How I Spent My Vacation Between Survey Missions. What happens when ART reunites with Murderbot during another break between research survey missions? Media gets viewed, of course, but there might also be some bad news for more shady corporations. Situation Normal.  Hi, I said, along with amusement sigil 159 = wave. It seemed a little inadequate, but what do you say to the ship that radically altered your appearance, helped you figure out your past, and also threatened you with terrifying weapons? Amusement sigils seemed like my best bet. My Fair Lady Here We Are Together.  Eliza and Freddy are working together. Henry isn't happy, and makes sure everyone knows it. One Day at a Time what they say about the young. Without the kids around, it feels like everything has changed, except for all the other things about Penelope's life that could change, too. a return to normal.  Penelope and Schneider's Friday night plans fall through, so they have a movie night instead.  Very sweet. Persuasion. The Pen in Their Hands. Five letters that were written, but were never sent, aboard H.M.S. Laconia. (And one that was.) Smooth Water. “If I wanted easy comfort, I should not have become a captain’s wife.” Wonderful Austen voice. A Step Not Taken.  What if that day at Lyme had gone just a little differently? Peter Wimsey The Duke's Parlormaid.  A story in correspondence, with detective interruptions.  Really captured the feel of the books and all the character voices. Poirot The Mice Will Play.  When Poirot returns unexpectedly from a case, he finds out something new about Miss Lemon. RED The One Bathtub.  “I did have dinner plans,” Han said, grudgingly, and so Victoria kicked the door in and graciously allowed Han to be the first into the bathroom. She understood the pain of missed reservations. Rivers of London Through All the Years, This Is My Home.  At night, when the rest of the staff and most, if not all, of the masters were asleep, Molly would wander the moonlit halls and remember what fresh air felt like on her skin. Of Molly, of Thomas, and of the years they've spent together - and of the Folly, strong and everlasting.  Lovely Molly perspective. Peelian Principles.  "You're very calm about this," Seawoll said on the fifth day.  Nightingale's perspective on Peter's time as a hostage, and REALLY AWESOME. UXB.  When one the deadliest weapons of the Blitz threatens London once again, Peter finds himself on the front line.  Wonderful casefic, just perfect. Saved! Conversation Starters. Cassandra and Roland have five important conversations. Sense and Sensibility Realization and Renewal.  As Marianne recovers, Elinor and Colonel Brandon find themselves drawn to one another. Sense8 Blue and Gold.  Wolfgang comes home with Kala and Rajan after Paris. Finding a place with them. Star Trek: Rihannsu Day Comes Up New.  "I have done something spectacularly stupid," Arrhae said.  This is a wonderful extension and meditation on what might happen past canon.  Ever since I first read The Romulan Way as a teen, I've wondered what happened to Arrhae in the end, and the subsequent books were great but didn't answer the ultimate question.  This doesn't either, but it suggests something further, which I appreciate. Terminator Movies A Fistful of Sarahs.  The sky cracks open, and Sarah watches herself tumble out of a rift in the space time continuum. She’s older than she is now, and she’s got a lot more scars, and she’s carrying the biggest and weirdest looking gun Sarah’s ever seen. with all the hope in my heart (and doubt in my mind). Sarah Connor has done this before. Dani has not. Post-Terminator: Dark Fate. Fate, the Future, and Other Sons of Bitches.  Sarah and Dani hit the road. Winnie the Pooh In Which Pooh Hunts for the Meaning of Christmas.  Pooh finds a mysterious envelope pinned to the door of his house. In Which Eeyore Loses His Tail Again, Or At Least Plans To.  It's a bright, sunny day, and Eeyore has a plan to make it tolerable. Now if only his friends will cooperate.

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Our Little Secret Part 10 (Merlin & Child!Reader, Mordred X Reader)

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9

Summary: Mordred’s first mission has gone rather ideally, but his second is going horribly wrong. The grief of almost losing someone so dearly loved is new to (Y/N), but especially when another of importance to her doesn’t seem to care whether or not her lover lives.

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Warnings: arguments, hazing, near death experiences, injuries, angst, emotions, yet fluff and banter, merlin fucks up big time

Word Count: 2,353

Note: baby mordred doo doo doo doo doo doo baby mordred

    “I don’t understand why you hate him so much!”

    “I don’t hate him, it’s just-- it’s just--”

    “Oh, now you can’t even come up with a decent reason for it! That’s wonderful! Just great!”

    Gwen heard the argument from down the hall. She knew instantly that it was coming from (Y/N) and Merlin, but she wasn’t sure what they were arguing about until she saw the former storm into the hallway. Merlin followed her closely, arms flailing wildly as he tried to explain.

    “I can’t believe you! I thought that maybe you would be happy for me!” (Y/N) shouted before she grew quiet. “I thought you, of all people, would be happy, especially knowing I’ve found someone who--”

    Gwen missed the last piece, a quiet sentence. Unbeknownst to her, (Y/N) had finished that sentence referring to Mordred as someone who knew about her magic and loved her for it.

    “I thought you were my brother,” she whispered.

    Before Merlin could reply, she walked away, fury in her step as she did. Merlin disappeared with a sigh, but (Y/N) ran straight into Gwen.

    “Sorry, I--” She started before quite realising who it was. “Gwen?”

    “(Y/N),” the queen greeted. “Is everything alright? You and Merlin seem to be having a bit of a row.”

    (Y/N) sighed and glanced back to where Merlin had disappeared. “I don’t know what it is about Mordred that puts Merlin off, but he won’t let up. No matter what he does, Merlin just won’t accept him.”

    “I thought he had backed off,” Gwen muttered. “Oh, Arthur wants Mordred on their quest for Osgar. That’s what started it again, isn’t it?”

    The younger woman nodded solemnly. “I just don’t understand why he won’t listen to me.”

    “He’s just protecting you. He has since he met you,” Gwen told her.

    “But Mordred is-- Mordred is wonderful!” (Y/N) gushed. “He’s sweet and clever and brave and he makes me so happy, but…”

    Gwen drew her into a hug. “He’ll let up sometime, (Y/N). I’m sure of it. If you truly care for Mordred, then Merlin will, too, eventually.”

    “I suppose so,” (Y/N) sighed as she pulled away. “Thank you, Gwen.”

    The queen put a fond hand on (Y/N)’s cheek. “If you ever need me, I’m here.”

    “You sure you haven’t forgotten anything, Mordred?”

    The young man furrowed his eyebrows and looked up worriedly at the four other knights, who had all mounted their horses already. “Do you think so?”

    “Isn’t he missing a dagger?” Leon pointed, making Mordred look about frantically.

    Elyan grinned. “I can’t see a water bottle.”

    “His boot,” Percival furthered. “He’s missing a boot, I think.”

    At that, Mordred seemed to realise they were messing with him and smiled, flustered as he looked away. They all laughed lightly, which just happened to be when (Y/N) descended the stairs to bid them goodbye. She was sitting out this time, as Arthur wanted Mordred’s first mission to be “without distraction,” as he put it.

    “Alright, leave him alone,” she chided her friends.

    Quietly, Mordred thanked her. “I don’t know if I can take this all day.”

    “You’ll be fine. They’re really quite harmless.” She glared at the other knights, who whistled and looked away innocently. Then, she drew something from her own cloak and passed it to Mordred. “You did forget your water, though.”

    “Thanks,” he muttered, leaning forward to kiss her.

    Gwaine wolf-whistled at them, but he was ignored by (Y/N). Mordred, on the other hand, backed up from her with a bright red face to match his cloak.

    “How will you survive without your (Y/N), Mordred?” Elyan teased.

    Said woman sighed. “Don’t let him die out there in between all your hazing. He’s got it bad as it is with Merlin on his back.”

    “Oh, Merlin’s harmless,” Gwaine scoffed. “Most of the time.”

    (Y/N) ignored them and turned back to Mordred, squeezing his hand. “Be safe,” she said. “Promise me.”

    He nodded. “I promise I’ll be safe.”

    It was early morning days after, when Arthur had them all set out for the home of representatives of the Old Religion, called the Disir. He was becoming paranoid of a rune stone gifted to him by a sorcerer and wanted to be sure he had committed no wrong that would harm his people.

    Mordred volunteered to go, shocking Arthur with his willingness, though (Y/N) had already been chosen to go, as she had years of experience. She stuck with him the entire time, especially as they entered the cave. He had magic, but he did not know of the adventures of knights and the foes they would face. She just wanted to protect him.

    They entered the cave, faced with three figures in cloaks. Arthur asked them why they judged him. They said he had denied the Old Religion.

    (Y/N) glanced at Mordred as they spoke, fearful of what would happen.

    The three figures scorned Arthur for the way he came into their sacred space and trampled relics, saying he treated his own kingdom with such arrogance and conceit.

    Then, Gwaine spoke. He shouted at them. “Enough! You speak of the king!”

    They flung him into the air with a thought, making all the knights draw their weapons. Arthur ordered them to be ready, but none of them could have prepared for what happened next.

A spear appeared from nowhere, flying straight at Arthur. It arched and lodged itself instead into Mordred, who leapt in front of the king, sending him to the ground.

    “Mordred!” (Y/N) shrieked as he went down, racing to his side and helping the others take him.

    Dread filled her as they camped outside the cave. She pulled him into her lap, holding his head gently as Arthur and the others gathered nearby. Merlin appeared and was called to look at the young man’s wound.

    (Y/N) couldn’t hear their words with all the ringing in her ears. She only heard that they would be going back to Camelot to try and save him. Still, she did not stand, hardly able to breathe.

    “(Y/N)?”

    Arthur’s quiet voice broke her from her thoughts. She looked up at him with such a pitiful gaze that it broke his heart.

    “We need to bring him to Camelot,” Arthur whispered, knowing the kind of emotion she was feeling. “We need to take him to Gaius. Do you understand?”

    She nodded shakily. “Y-- yes.”

    “C’mon.”

    He helped the others take Mordred before returning to her, finding that she had barely moved other than standing. The way she stared after Mordred’s limp form made him want to hug her, so he did.

    “He’ll be alright,” he said firmly. “Hey, hey, look at me.”

    He took her head in his hands, the little girl that he once knew. She never took losing someone well, as he had seen with Lancelot, but she could never be blamed for it. This one was different, far different. He could see how much she and Mordred loved each other, reminding him much of himself and Gwen. It pained Arthur Pendragon to see (Y/N), practically his little sister, hurting so much.

    “Mordred is going to make it,” he told her again. “But I need you to be strong for me and for him. He will make it.”

    “Promise?” She asked quietly.

    Arthur nodded, a hand on her shoulder. “I promise.”

    That night, (Y/N) pulled Merlin away from camp once she had gotten her wits together. They walked a short distance from camp and into the woods for a private conversation. Merlin had a feeling he knew what she was going to ask him and she thought she would know his answer, but one of them was wrong.

    “You have to heal him,” (Y/N) hissed.

    Merlin sighed. “I can’t, (Y/N). Disir magic is beyond--”

    “That’s ridiculous!” She scoffed. “I know you can do it, I’ve seen you do it! You have to try! You can’t let him die.”

    He gave her a resigned look. “We’ll take him to Gaius, he can--”

    “Great, now you won’t even try to save his life,” she hissed. She could not fight the tears coming to her eyes. “Is that how much you hate him? And why? Because he cares about me? Because I care about him? Because he’s taking me away from you?”

    Merlin started to speak. “That’s not--”

“What good reason do you have to hate that boy anymore than the others?” She asked him, a quiet sob escaping her lips. “Just because you’ve known me longer-- that gives you the right to hate him? The others have accepted him and him and I just fine, but you-- you just can’t, can you? What is wrong with you, Merlin? You’d let him die just because you can’t stand the thought of him with me?”

    He went to answer, but she stormed away, too furious with him to continue. She feared if she argued with him further that she would grow louder and somehow reveal their little secret.

    (Y/N) sat back down beside Mordred, caressing his face gently and muttering to him all the healing spells she knew. None of them did a single thing, but it didn’t hurt to try. Her hope faded with the last enchantment and she let out a near silent sob as she leaned over Mordred, speaking to him quietly.

    “You have to make it,” she begged of him. “I need you to make it. After all this-- all this time, you can’t leave me now. Please, Mordred. I need you.”

    Back in Camelot, the skies were clear and the sun shone beautifully, but the day could not be more grim. Most everyone was in the streets in the lower town, but the nobles in the citadel were inside, worried for the fate of Camelot’s newest knight. All of the other knights were accounted for, except one.

    The training grounds were near empty. Only one target stood and one knight swung at it. (Y/N) had taken her sword and the nearest dummy, violently hacking into the fake man as if it had been the one to wrong her. With each slice, her grip grew tighter, her breath faster, her strikes stronger.

    “(Y/N)!” a voice called from behind. “(Y/N)!”

    Only after the second call did she turn, sword raised and ready to fall upon an unfortunate victim of chance. Unfortunately for her, the victim was one she recognised.

    “Woah!” Gwaine raised his empty hands up in surrender, showing her that he was no threat. He quieted. “Put the sword down.”

    “I’m--” (Y/N) started to apologise, feeling the sword fall from her grip as her breaths became heavy and ragged, her voice choked. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m--”

    The beast of a weapon dropped from her hand, thumping as it fell onto the grass. As soon as she was disarmed, Gwaine stepped forward, enveloping her in his strong arms. She crumpled into his shoulder, sobbing and wailing as she did. It was as if she was a child again, weeping as Camelot was conquered. For Mordred was her Camelot.

    “I know,” Gwaine whispered as he rubbed her back comfortingly. “I know.”

    He took her inside the castle and to the kitchens. There, the cooks lovingly made her a warm drink and one for Gwaine, seeing as he was caring for her. They said nothing, only enjoyed each other’s company for a time. Gwaine wished to comfort her, but thought the best way to do that was to give her space, while still being there for her if she needed. He was wiser than most would believe.

    Not long into their silence, heavy footsteps sprinted down the hall and skidded to a stop in the kitchens. They belonged to Elyan, who appeared near to fainting as he entered the room.

    “(Y/N)!” He said, out of breath.

    She looked up with wide eyes, abandoning her drink on the table and standing. Gwaine joined her shortly, just as concerned.

    “You have to come,” Elyan huffed. “It’s Mordred.”

    It didn’t take another word for her to be after him at an unnatural speed. He slowed out of pure exhaustion after a while, but she continued on to Gaius’s chambers, where she knew Mordred rested. Gwaine was right behind her, hoping the news wasn’t dire. If it was, he would be there to care for (Y/N) while she grieved.

    The young woman slammed the door open, fear consuming her. Luckily, the sight before her was a blessing.

    Mordred was sitting up in bed, closely watched by Gaius and Percival, who had been assigned to keep watch there by Gwaine. He worried deeply for (Y/N) and wanted news as soon as possible.

    (Y/N) gasped at the sight of him and rushed forward, both men moving out of her way instantly. Mordred smiled when she took him in a tight hug, sitting on the bed beside him.

    “You’re awake,” she said shakily, pulling back to look at him and put her hand on his cheek. “How?”

    He smiled with that sweet grin of his and tilted his head to kiss her hand. “I don’t know, but…”

    She didn’t allow him to try and come up with an explanation, interrupting him by placing her lips on his. (Y/N) buried her hands in his soft curls, eyes still closed when she pulled away and held her forehead against his.

    “I thought I lost you,” she said.

    Mordred shook his head. “I told you I’d be safe, didn’t I?”

    “Nearly dying isn’t safe. If Arthur lets you on a mission anytime soon, I’ll kill the both of you,” she hissed.

    He chuckled and kissed her quickly and sweetly. “Well, if anyone is to kill me, I’d rather it be you.”

    “I know you could’ve saved him, Merlin. I know you’re powerful enough. I don’t know why you didn’t or why you refuse to care for him at all, but know that I will never, ever forgive you for this.”

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