#and I guess it works with Gwaine too

[nononsensesblog]

Crying alone after realizing “I’ll Stand By You” by The Pretenders is such a Merlin and Lancelot song:

When the night falls on you

You don't know what to do

Nothing you confess

Could make me love you less

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

So if you're mad, get mad

Don't hold it all inside

Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?

I get angry too

Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads

And don't know which path to choose

Let me come along

'Cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you

And when

When the night falls on you, baby

You're feeling all alone

You won't be on your own

[katherynefromphilly]

for the DVD commentary thing:

“Did you ever?” Arthur asked.

Merlin lifted his gaze to the top of the canopy. Right, he thought.  He’d promised he wouldn’t lie anymore.  Why in the hell had he done that?  Oh, that’s right, because he was the world’s biggest idiot.

“In Camelot?” Merlin asked.  “No.”

Arthur made a brief humming noise that sounded to Merlin like approval, which was both worrying and confusing, because he’d not shown any sign of disapproval about Gwaine and Percival.  So why should he be different?

“Me neither,” Arthur said.

Merlin felt his eyebrows raise.  He couldn’t remember the last time Arthur had volunteered anything of such a personal nature. He’d always had to drag such things out of him.

“Crown Prince… then King…”  Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

Crown Prince and then King what, Merlin wondered.  But Arthur didn’t elaborate. 

“What about not?” Arthur asked.

“Not?”

“What about not in Camelot?”

The crisp ‘t’ sounds on his words made Merlin wonder how drunk and how sleep-muddled Arthur really was. 

“Not in Camelot,” Merlin repeated. 

“Yes.”

“I… That’s… personal,” Merlin said, feeling more like a coward than he had in centuries.

“That’s a yes, then.”

Merlin closed his eyes and tried not to hyperventilate.  “Yes.”

“Your friend Will?”

Hearing that name after so long was so startling that Merlin’s gaze snapped to Arthur. Arthur’s brows were pulled together over his closed eyes, his lips pressed thinner than they should be if he were relaxed.

“Will?” Merlin repeated.

“You seemed… close.”

“We were. Yes.  But not… not like that.”

He watched Arthur’s features relax.  Saw his small nod against his pillow.  And that same small humming sound of approval.

“After Camelot, then,” Arthur said.  As if that was fine.  But the idea of Will was not. 

“Yes,” Merlin said, without really thinking, because he was too busy being perplexed by Arthur’s reactions. “You know he wasn’t a sorcerer, right?  That was me?  What happened in Ealdor?” 

“Yes,” Arthur said. “I know.”

“Right,” Merlin said.  So that wasn’t it, then.  Arthur’s problem with Will.  It wasn’t about magic. And why would it be?  He’d seen how Arthur reacted to his own magic.

“So those companions of yours then.  After Camelot.  Them.”

Merlin frowned up at the canopy, unable to begin to imagine why Arthur was asking all of this.  “Not- I mean- Some of them were… men.  Yes.  But not all of them.  I just… after living so long, I guess, I’m just… open minded.”

“Like Heath,” Arthur said. 

“Yes.”

“But not Danyl.”

Merlin lifted himself up onto his elbows, frowning down at Arthur now.  “Why are you asking me this?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself.

“Seemed relevant,” Arthur said.

For context, here’s the definition of “DVD commentary” from the original prompt and reblog: “what i was thinking when i wrote it, why i wrote it, what’s going on in the characters’ heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.”

Oooooo this is a good choice. Thank you for submitting this one. I wrote so many words in We Begin Again but I definitely remember being very, very intentional about this scene.

This scene could be entitled “The One In Which They Finally Talk About Their Sexuality — Sort of. Except not really. LOL.”

In my head, I always imagined that Arthur had known about same-sex activities. He knew the knights had sex with each other on battle campaigns to work out their nerves or ease sexual frustration. Even the Romans did that, under certain circumstances, depending upon social rank and age. Arthur would have heard about that too.

Arthur though, could never engage in those activities himself. Could never even let himself entertain those thoughts if he had them. That path was always closed to him. That’s what his comment of “Crown prince… then king…” means. First as Crown Prince, he had to maintain a pristine reputation as an eligible bachelor, and then as King, he was already in love with Gwen, and his focus was on her, and the kingdom, so there was no opportunity.

(Oh, and by the way, Arthur is totally not as drunk as he’s acting. That’s why the “t” is landing so hard when he speaks. He’s a bit tipsy, yes, but he’s dramatizing it a bit to get a pass for his line of questioning.)

Anyway.

Merlin in this scene is terrified of Arthur rejecting him once he finally tells the truth about his own sexuality. Not only that he’ll be kicked out of the sleeping-together-but-not-sleeping-together, but that it will damage their friendship. It’s a big deal for him to tell the truth here, so of course I made it as painful as possible for him to do it. He doesn’t understand why Arthur is focused on Camelot — but Arthur is actually only curious if Merlin acted on his same-sex attractions during the time they’d known each other, because that would be one more thing Merlin had to lie about.

(Plus, okay, Arthur is a teensy weensy bit jealous, imagining Merlin with anyone he’d known.)

Mostly, though, Arthur is honestly trying to understand his own sexuality, and the various types out there, through the lens of people he knows. He hasn’t yet become Master of the Internet, or looked up the words that help us all define who we are at a particular phase of our lives. So he’s holding up examples in his head, and thinking “Am I like Heath? Am I like Danyl? And what is Merlin, exactly, after all these years?”

I thought a long time about how Merlin would answer that question. Arthur wants to know. And Merlin wants to tell him. But Merlin is not a “labels” guy, and he’s lived so long, as a man and a woman, being with all sorts of people, that “Open Minded” was where I landed. Arthur would understand that, especially not yet having been on the internet.

“Why are you asking me this?” Merlin asks, and he’s panicked here, and ready to be kicked out of bed.

“Seemed relevant,” Arthur says, meaning himself, and his own feelings, and the people he’s seen around him.

Merlin of course immediately freaks out right afterward, thinking that Arthur means “seems relevant to my letting you sleep in my bed”.

But Arthur of course comforts him, saying that there are no labels for them both, except the ones they make. And Merlin goes to sleep dazed but in his king’s arms. You know. As best friends do.

;)

Thanks for the ask!

[merlinfic]

group ask for lost fics #45

Hi y’all! Below are a few lost fics that us mods just can’t seem to find. That being said, we’re hoping that you lovely followers are able to help! If anyone knows any of the fics below please reply below if you know of a fic!

Note: previous group asks and all lost fics!

Anon 1 asked:

I’ve looked for this particular fic for a long time now, but it was a modern day Christmas fic in which Merlin and Arthur are together and Uther disapproves <<>> I can’t quite remember specifics other then Arthur being jelly of Merlin dating someone else? Or something to that effect anyway long story short they wind up together in the end and Uther gets past his bias X’D I’m sad to see you guys go, but I’m so grateful for all the fic recs that have been left <33333

Anon 2 asked:

hi! thank you so much for all your hard work over the years and helping to keep this fandom alive, ive got a lost fic. i dont remember much but there was a noble of some kind who was mistreating servants and he tried to mistreat gwen and merlin stepped in for her and then arthur came to save the day. thank you !! <3

miraniel asked:

Combed all the tags I could think of & still can't find this fic, worried it's deleted: Merlin, Gwen & Gwaine r captured by bandits/minions looking for Emrys. Merlin casts a protection spell on Gwen before they're caught. Evil sorcerer tries to take Emrys's power by absorbing it into a (staff? crystal?) but absorbs Merlin's soul too. Rest of fic is about getting M's soul back in his body. At one point, he & Arthur share a body. I think Kilgarrah fixes them in the end. Ty SO much! Love this blog!

Anon 3 asked:

hello! do you perhaps know what fic those quotes are from? do you know how much i love you? do you know that i would do anything for you, anything at all? crown and kingdom and anything ever promised to me, i’d give it up, i’d give it all up—tell me, do you know? / and arthur loves him, he loves him so much that he fears his chest will splinter open and spill all of it into the space between them.

Anon 4 asked:

there was this fic i read some while back where merlin was a royal, and arthur and merlin were like bffs. i think arthur was the head knight?? there was a particular scene were merlin got a dragon tattoo on his back. i wonder if you might know which fic this is? thank u so much

the-tortoise-lady asked:

Hi :D I adore you people!! I'm looking for a fic set in Camelot, where Merlin is hurt (I think it was something with his leg? Not sure tho) and then Arthur spends a lot of time with Merlin, caring for him a bit? And there's one moment I remember when he's reading to Merlin and they're all cuddled up on some sort of sofa and there's a lot of emotions and feels? And fire in the fireplace? It's definitely Merlin/Arthur I think, I guess there also were some love confessions? I just sadly can't seem to find it.. I know that I read it on ao3 I hope you can find it (no pressure tho please!!) Lots of love and appreciation and a big thank u from me :)

Anon 5 asked:

Hi, I hope you have a nice day :) I've scoured the internet and also your page for this specific fanfic that I read a while back. Essentially Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic and holds him at swordpoint. They stand right next to a cliff and Merlin startles which makes him fall off. Merlin then discovers his own immortality, when he wakes up at the bottom of the cliff. But him being kept alive does not mean he is healed of his injuries. He puts himself back together for months down there if I remember correctly. The druids show up to help at a certain point I think. Please help me, I loved that fic so much :(

thelady-mary asked:

Hello, I just wanted to say that I'll miss this blog DEARLY and everything you guys did here, it means a lot to me, truly. Ok, so I've ADHD and I can't describe things for shit so I'll put the fanfic I'm looking for as a list. 1- it was some sort of 5+1 type, with multiple chapters, I remember that includes some jealousy and he knows about the magic. It was like Arthur was learning little things about Merlin that he started to love. 2- the things that he learn (and what I remember) was: Merlin's body hair grows really fast and he said that Gaius believe it was an outlet for his magic, they're traveling and M forgot his blade (the thingy that shaves beard) and he has this beautiful beard and long wavy hair by the end of the week, when they come back A is occupied with stuff and didn't saw M all day, but at the end he's back with short hair again saying that Gwen and George helped him with his chores so he could get a hair cut and shave; also A talks about how he recently learn that dyes are expensive and wants to know how M have such a colourful wardrobe and he says he only have two tunics because his mom helped a merchant out once and he gave her two pieces of fabric with she made the tunics and his neckerchiefs; Merlin knows how to write beautifully, calligraphy and all, M gets sick in this part and they communicate via little notes send it via George who told A that he was hesitaning into giving him M's note on the beginning because he thought it was improper, A keeps one that says "I believe in you" because he needs it emotionally; Merlin can compose music and he did compose and wrote an entire play (or just one song, I don't remember much), he dedicated one song to Arthur. 3- Arthur makes an announcement talking about love and union, looking directly at Merlin, hoping that he would understand that it was more or less about his feelings for him. 4- the song dedicated to Arthur it was about a Knight falling in love with his servant (and I believe running away with him, but don't quote me on that) 5- Arthur believes that the song is about Lance and Merlin's relationship, since is about a knight and not a King, and decided to go after him thinking his heart belongs to another. 6- Merlin confess that he wrote the song dedicated to him and ask what he thought about it, but Arthur is still under the wrong assumption and says that he liked the "song about the boat" better. 7- Merlin is devastated and I remember Arthur seeing him with Lancelot, with him giving him comfort 8- I don't remember how, but they confess to one another and have a little fight over the song part. And this is all I remember, I'm sorry if is really big or even impossible, but I'm desperate.

Anon 6 asked:

Hello! First of all, thank you for the years you've spent helping so many of us with finding fics, it really is very appreciated. Now, I've been wondering whether to ask or not for help with finding this fic for a while, but knowing you're going to soon close it up made me get over my shyness and just ask. The fic has Gwaine, Merlin and Arthur out doing... Something, and Merlin is forced to use his magic. Gwaine takes the fall, and Arthur banishes him to the nearby kingdom. I specifically remember Gwaine hugging Merlin and making him notice thar Arthur only drew out his sword after thinking it wasn't Merlin the sorcerer. The next part (I can't remember if it was a new chapter or a new part, sorry) has Arthur needing a sorcerer's help to decurse a land, I think, so the the knights of the round table all go to retrieve Gwaine. He and Merlin try to keep the lie up a bit, but then the truth comes out. That's all I remember, I hope it's enough. Thank you a

As always, this post will be updated if/when any fics are found!

[theroundbartable]

Arthur, at some point, probably: Merlin, I think I've noticed a pattern.

Merlin: a pattern?

Arthur: yes. All my knights are stupidly attractive. Now how did that happen?

Merlin: maybe you have good taste?

Arthur: we both know I only made them knights because you introduced them to me. Lancelot and Gwaine both appeared in your bed one day. What's up with that?

Merlin:.... Maybe WE have good taste.

Arthur: i certainly don't. I keep YOU around.

Merlin: ... Well, I guess then we can establish that I'm the one with the good taste and that means your opinion is shit. I am hot, actually.

Arthur: yet, i haven't made you a knight.

Merlin: yeah, so that you have every second of my undivided attention. I'd do the same thing. *Winks*

Arthur: *internally* don't tell him you pick his potential love interests for the knight position, so you can keep them in check and they now have to work for you, so they can't flirt with Merlin-

*out loud* well.... I'm a knight....and you serve me directly. Does that make me attractive, too?

Merlin: ...

......

Merlin: no.

[moth--mallow]

So in four nights of the Apocalypse / seven deadly sins

At is uther biological son not Arthur

So I'm wondering why is it that it was decided pulling the sword from the stone will pick the next king unless that's just how camelot's worked where they don't have Kings by blood but Kings who prove themself through battle or Glory 🤔

Be caz Kay right there he's a few years older than Arthur too from what I can tell I believe he's in his 40s while Arthur still in his 30s

They could have just had him be king

But like I said maybe Camelot works where the king proves themself in battle or does something heroic or glorious like Arthur did by pulling a sword out the stone and that's how they become king

This is good Lore to have I wish we had seen more of Kay in 7ds

Well considering we do probably need to focus a bit more on Arthur at some point to get a full grasp of why he fully turned evil when he was so heroic in the first story and can't just blame it all on chaos it has to be more to it so I'm thinking since we're with Kay Gwaine and maybe a little more about Arthur's past when he was younger and even after he became king because I could see Kay being pissed that Arthur got to be king

And probably felt that if someone could have to be king it should be him since he was Uther's son

I'm also guessing this is why Merlin was just allowed to take Arthur considering I thought he was the original and rightful blood heir to uther and Pendragon bloodline but if he wasn't in just an adoptive kid I guess that's why he just let Arthur Go with Merlin

There could be more to it maybe King Bertram gave uther a vision telling him that Arthur would be king one day so he let Arthur Go with Merlin cuz he knew that maybe Merlin could train him to be the best King to rule over Camelot

Or it could be the same as usual where uther got Arthur's mom pregnant but didn't want anyone to know that he slept with her cuz she was a whole married woman,so he just adopted Arthur after he was born so it wouldn't raise any suspicion and he is a rightful blood heir to the Pendragon line

[teefscrubz]

"Why did you help us?" Merlin feels inclined to ask, peering at the shirtless man laying comfortably in his tiny bed.

He watches as Gwaine raises his arms to rest them behind his head, muscles flexing at the movement as a charming smile grows on his face, features chiseled in a way that Merlin was certain had people giving the man whatever he wanted, left right and centre.

"Well," Gwaine begins, "Your chances looked to be between slim and none."

Merlin hums in acknowledgement—trust Arthur to get them into all sorts of trouble. As Gwaine's eyes drag up and down his figure, examining the Warlock, Merlin finds himself remaining oddly relaxed.

"Guess I kinda liked the looks of those odds." He purrs, grinning triumphantly as Merlin laughs in response.

Arthur struggles to get on with Gwaine at first. The fourteen quarts of mead and three bottles of wine are only the beginning of his problems with the man, not to mention the snarky attitude that quite frankly raises some questions from chambermaids about how Arthur can tolerate his manservant but not his saviour. The blatant disrespect for the crown, too, is a problem.

But Arthur's biggest issue with Gwaine is the way the man won't stop bloody flirting. Chambermaids, cooks, servant's, stable boys, even Gwen! Annoying but tolerable, of course, until Arthur is forced to sit and listen to Merlin ramble about how great and dandy this valiant young rebel is, how handsome and strong and oh so funny he is. How clever and charming he is, the dashing trouble maker.

Arthur hopes polishing the battalion's boots will settle Gwaine down. Teach him that spending all his money is one thing, but distracting his idiot of a manservant is another.

Arthur isn't jealous though. Of course he isn't. When did he ever get jealous? It is completely, entirely normal to get irritated and worked up when your best friend bumbling manservant blushes and fawns over a man he's known for five bloody minutes.

Arthur isn't jealous.

Not at all.

Though he does wonder whether Merlin talks about him that way, too.

[h50europe]

Merlin - Unhinged (Bodyswap Plot) - Chapter 4 now available on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48688159/chapters/136954342…

Excerpt:

"It's a bit odd, don't you think? Seeing Merlin in Arthur's body." Gwaine chuckled.

"And Arthur as Merlin. I haven't decided what's weirder," Percival replied.

"I hope we can figure it out. I'd rather not imagine if it stays that way," Lancelot muttered.

"I can't believe you knew about this all along," Gwaine muttered.

"At least you had a clue. I feel stupid. I guess I'm the only one who didn't know anything," Percival lamented. "One of you could have said something. "

Merlin glanced over his shoulder, "For your peace of mind, Arthur didn't know about my abilities either. "

"Even though you practically live in each other's pockets," Lancelot remarked.

"Gwaine, stop grinning so dirty," Arthur said without turning around.

"Can you see me? Do you have a third eye in the back of your head?" he asked, slightly panicking.

"No, but I know you too well."

"All secrets are now revealed. I mean, you swapped bodies, so you know what the other one looks like naked..."

"Gwaine!" Merlin and Arthur shouted in unison as they rode side by side.

[catawonkus]

anyone else ever think about gwaine? just wandering out of the woodwork being like “i hate nobles i guess im quirky” and then merlin is like “i like nobles” and gwaine is like “haha me too frfr like if there was a noble near where you lived i would work for him. we could hang out then or whatever”

[morgana-le-dragon]

A trip to the lake

Rating: E (explicit)

Pairing: Morgana x Arthur

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“Ah, Morgana! You look beautiful today!” The king said with a kind smile that was exclusively reserved for her. “Are you going for a ride?”

“Yes, I’d like to spend the day in the woods. It’s been a beautiful week and I think a bit of green would be good for me.”

“Sounds like a splendid idea.” He smiled. “Arthur, why don’t you go with her?”

“Why me?” He scoffed, finally realizing he had been staring at her pale cleavage. “I have work to do today. We are going to the town to recruit soldiers.”

“That can wait. Today you’ll take Morgana to the lake.” He suggested. “She enjoys swimming there.” He said with an adoring smile to his ward.

“But I don’t.”

“Enough. You’re going with her.”

“It’s really not necessary, my lord. I can go by myself.”

“No way, Morgana.” He said sternly. “There’s too many dangers in the woods, and you’re just a woman-“

“I can defend myself!” She scoffed.

“I know you can, but I don’t want to put you in that position. Arthur will go with you or you’ll stay here.”

“Then she stays here.”

“Arthur!”

“What? I have responsibilities, I don’t have time to go to the lake for a swim!”

“You do now. You’re relieved from your duties today and that’s an order. Ask Gwaine and Leon to take over the recruitment process today.”

“Or maybe we could send Gwaine with Morgana. He’s our best swordsman and he’ll protect her.” Arthur insisted and Morgana had to hide her winning smile behind her cup of wine.

“No, it will be you and that’s final.” The king said and both Morgana and him rolled their eyes.

“You couldn’t have picked another day for this?” Arthur said annoyed, leading the way to the courtyard where their horses awaited them.

“Why do I have a feeling that you weren’t going to pick some lanky guys for your army?”

“I had a date.” He said annoyed, looking at the top of the stairs to find Gwen looking down at them.

“Oh please.” Morgana laughed. “She won’t be suffering because you’re busy… she’ll find one of her other suitors and keep herself entertained.” She said playfully, walking to her horse.

“Whatever.” Arthur mumbled and got on his, patting its neck and waiting until Morgana was ready before he led the way out of the castle grounds.

“I’ll give it to you, today’s a nice day to ride.” Arthur said while they got off the horses and found a clearing near the lake.

“I know, it’s been very hot in the castle so a swim out here didn’t sound so bad.” She smiled, caressing her horse and leaving it behind to go sit by a tree on the blanket Arthur laid for them.

“Well, I don’t know you but I’m going for a swim.” Arthur said and dropped his sword and took off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and abs. He took off his boots and hesitated for a second if he should remove his trousers or not, so he ended up walking into the water with them on.

“Since when are you so shy?” Morgana smirked.

“Oh please, I’m sparing myself from having your eyes on me.” He joked and turned around to face her, hands on his waist in a power stance that amused her.

“Last time you didn’t complain.” She said and got on her feet too, walking towards him.

“Old habits die hard?” He smirked, pushing the shoulder of Morgana’s dress down, revealing more skin.

“I guess.” She shrugged, turning around to allow him to help her take the garment off. “Besides… It’s just us in here again, and there’s nothing there that I haven’t seen plenty of times before.” She said and shivered when she felt his hands sliding the dress off her, leaving her in her undergarments.

“You make an excellent point.” He smirked and leaned forward to kiss her neck gently, his hands moving to the front to fondle her breasts roughly until she moaned.

“Arthur…”

“Yes?”

“Take me.” Morgana whispered, pushing her ass back against the front of his trousers, feeling his soft bulge there.

“Oh I will… but first, I’m going for a swim.” He smirked against the back of her neck and took a step back, allowing her some room to turn to face him right when he lowered his trousers. “Wanna join me, my lady?” He smirked and kicked their clothes to the blanket, loving the way Morgana eyed his bare body while removing what was left of her own clothes until she matched his nudity.

He walked into the lake and smiled when Morgana’s hand found his, pulling him further into the water until their bodies were chest deep. Morgana then let go of him and smiled, swimming around the lake while he relaxed in the water, feeling the sun on his pale skin.

“I’ve missed this.” Arthur said when Morgana lazily swam back to him.

“Being naked in cold water with me?” She joked, her soft hands stroking the soft chest hair that covered his defined muscles.

“Having you all to myself.” He said and let his right hand drop underwater, finding Morgana’s body waiting for him.

“Well, you’ve been busy with your little girlfriend.” She said amused, reaching down to guide his hand to where she wanted it, placing his middle finger against her clit. “Too bad she’s been busy with half the court.” She giggled and he rolled his eyes, pulling her close while his finger circled her knob gently.

“I don’t care who she’s with, she just scratches an itch.” He said and Morgana laughed.

“Why don’t you let any other lady from court scratch that itch then, my prince?” She asked and gently scratched his chest, smiling down at the red marks she left on the pale skin.

“Because in reality the only one who knows how to satisfy me is you.” He said and cupped her face with both of his hands in a possessive manner that caught Morgana by surprise.

“I’m all yours, my lord.” She whispered and he pulled her in for a rough kiss, biting her lips and sucking on her tongue like he had been craving her taste for long.

“You drive me insane Morgana.” He groaned, tugging on her lip with his teeth. He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, tasting her in his mouth while they caught their breath.

“Come.” Morgana said and kissed him one last time before guiding him out of the water, missing his comforting warmth as soon as she took a step away from him.

She guided him back to their blanket, stopping only when he pulled her to a stop and against him, his strong arms wrapped around her smaller frame. She smiled and accepted one more desperate kiss, moaning shamelessly into his mouth so he’d know how desperate she was for him.

“I need you.” He whispered, his hands grabbing her ass firmly. “I need you, Morgana… what kind of spell am I under to crave you like this?” He said and kissed her neck, his lips possessive in her throat and collarbones, but careful to not leave any marks on the pale skin.

She moved her hand down his chiseled chest and firm defined abs, tracing the path his hair traced down to his semi hard dick. The warmth of her palm wrapped around the shaft with tenderness, making him sigh as he was finally being touched by the one person he wanted.

“I want you to take me, Arthur… right here in the woods like in your bitch.” She said and stroked his dick, feeling how it grew harder in her hand.

“Morgana…” he said and looked down at how she was stroking him.

“You’re almost ready… I’ve missed your hard cock, my prince.” She whispered in his ear. “Mmm how you stretch me when you’re inside…” she sighed and he grabbed her and shoved her down to her knees, adjusting her position until she was on her fours and he was kneeling behind her.

“Enough with the teasing.” He said and guided his almost fully hard dick to her entrance, finding it warm and moist, inviting him to continue.

“Take me, Arthur… it’s been so long…” she sighed and then moaned loudly when he finally pushed into her.

“You’re so tight… no one would guess how many times I’ve fucked you.” He said and Morgana simply smiled and moaned, allowing him to take control. His strong hands held onto her hips and guided the movements, matching his hips as he drove into her with urgency until he pulled out to finish outside of her. “You’re good… I couldn’t help it being so quick.” He chuckled, laying down on the blanket while Morgana watched him.

“That better be the first of a few, because it was slightly disappointing.” She said and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and using her hands to feel his strong body.

“It’s just been so long.”

“You’ve been fucking Gwen… and that poor servant from the kitchens.” She said with a pointed look.

“Well, we came here for a ride so… ride away.” He smirked, reaching to push his dick back into her.

“Asshole.” She laughed and started moving her hips slowly, enjoying the warmth of his dick inside her.

“Gods know I miss these! No one has them like you.” He said and reached forward to grab her breasts, fondling them and squeezing them until she moaned.

He wrapped his left arm around her and pulled her closer, using his right hand to squeeze her breast while his mouth played with the other. Morgana started picking up her pace, and closed her eyes when she felt his thumb pressed to her clit, offering her enough friction for her to climb over the edge.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you…” he mumbled against her neck, kissing her throat and then her mouth to taste her incessant moans while she rode her high.

[junkshop-disco]

Just posted a new chapter so what better time for a fic meme. Tagged by @magicalrocketships but idk if I have any better screen grabs than theirs.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

38, which makes the average word count completely ridiculous.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,048,397. Average word count 27,589. Brevity, I don't know her.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Downton Abbey, Fate the Winx Saga, Good Omens currently.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Honeysuckle Arch

Learning to Speak the Language of Flowers

An Equal and Opposite Reaction

Instalments

The Could in People

Whenever I look at the stats, I'm taken aback at just how skewed my sense of which fics are the most popular is. Because I would not have guessed some of these at all.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I am--at heart--a deeply anxious squirrel masquerading as a person and any sort of interaction with people I don't know well can sometimes be too much for me to handle. When my anxiety is bad, I imagine that every single comment will be about how shit my writing is and what an awful person I am, so I can't read them right away, let alone reply. I have to work up to them and do a couple at a time and I always intend to reply but sometimes, weeks/months/years pass without me feeling up to it and then it feels too awkward. Right now my anxiety is much better thanks to lots of medication and some pretty hefty life changes, so I'm more able to engage with them like a vaguely normal person, but sometimes if I have a bad week, opening the comment box to reply 'thanks! Glad you liked it' makes me feel like James Bond sitting nose to nose with an armed bomb. I do hold onto comments, though. I screen grab ones that really resonated and re-read them when I feel down. They mean a great deal to me, even if I can't always say so in a timely fashion.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's definitely a Merlin fic, possibly Doubt Creeps In? That whole thing is pretty angsty and there's no real resolution. I wrote a few angsty endings in Merlin fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Idk that I've ever written truly happy ending. I've written cute endings, give-them-a-break endings, but I don't know if I'd describe any of them as happy. I don't tend to go in for them. Nothing winds me up more than an epilogue with a pasted on happy ending. I have been known to hurl a book across the room.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't for a while but I used to when I wrote HP fic. My favourite ever was 'you should be flayed for writing this. I hope you die.' I still laugh when I think about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. All kinds? I have written the odd fade to black in my time and also the most unremitting filth in all flavours of vanilla to kinky.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a handful. Back on LJ I wrote a Merlin/Twilight crossover where Edward and Merlin team up to fight evil vampire unicorns who can only be killed by virgins singing at them until they explode.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Tbh I just feel sad for the people who do it. It seems like a very hollow way to do fandom.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep. And podficced! It's always nice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've done a few Big Bangs and other events where I collaborated with someone and it's always one of my favourite things to do. I've also co-written some... stuff on anon, which we're not going to talk about 👀

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Can anyone pick just one? Like Hotel California, I check out but I never leave. I am still here for Mulder and Scully, Mal and Inara, Tara and Willow, Giles and Jenny, Bradley and Colin, Merlin and Gwaine, Nick and Harry and Niall, Isak and Even, Remus, Lily, Sirius and Tonks, Crowley and Aziraphale, Thomas and Richard, Ed and Stede, Farah and Saul. The ships I love never leave me and picking a favourite would make me sad.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

If I'm posting it, it will get finished. I have a couple of things languishing on my hard drive that may never see the light of day, like a Thomas in LA fic post DA2, but I can't not finish things.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A commitment to the bit? An unwavering belief there's never a bad time for banter? An unfailing devotion to poking people's bruises?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

See above.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Would attempt only in a comedy situation where getting it wrong was the point.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Firefly. The first one I posted in was HP though, rip.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Saying I'm fond of all of them would be such a cop out, wouldn't it? In truth, my favourite is usually the one I'm currently writing, so let's say Sum of the In-between Things. It's morphed so far from what I intended it to be and I have literally no idea if I can stick the landing on it, but I've genuinely had a blast writing it, and that's the point, isn't it?

Tagging: @septemberrie @myalchod and @magnolia822!

[cbk1000]

Hey, so since I’m a lying liar who still hasn’t posted this fic, here’s another preview.

Then there was the dreadful scene with Mrs Brown, who had them out for a look at an elderly horse, in an elderly barn. Those venerable ancients, all three of them, were standing together, with the backs all bent by time or wind, when Merlin turned the truck into the drive, and got out, still taunting Arthur for his superior taste in music; which at least was nothing to do with Gwaine. They got out the kit, put on their wellies, and jogged up to meet her, before she could go limping down the drive, and would have to go limping back up it. She seemed to be in more agony than the horse, who had rearranged his weight to coddle his left front foot, and said, before Merlin had even opened his mouth, thereby breaking some kind of land speed record, “He won’t put his foot down. Do you think there’s anything terribly wrong with it?”

“Well, we’ll just take a look,” Merlin said, and put down the bag, and calling out to the horse, “All right, sir, let’s have a look,” picked up the hoof. He was bent over it only a moment. “It’s thrush.” 

“What’s that? He’s not dying is he, poor dear?” she asked, sounding as if it would have killed her herself.

“Well, if left too long, it can lame a horse, but it won’t kill them. Although if he’s not vaccinated against tetanus, that can get in through a damaged frog.” She gave him a blank look. “Thrush is a bacterial infection that eats away at the tissue of the frog, so if it damages it too severely, it leaves the horse vulnerable to other infections.”

“Oh dear. What’s this business about a frog? Nasty, invasive buggers.”

Merlin’s face looked like Arthur’s felt. “Erm. First horse, I’m guessing?”

“Oh, yes. He was a neighbour’s, and they were going to pack him off to the slaughterhouse, can you believe that, so I said, ‘You will not, I’ve a lovely barn for him right here’ and I talked them round from murdering the poor old chap, and here he is. We’re getting on, the pair of us, a couple of old buggers seeing out our last years together. Just like a big dog he is, lovely, honestly, aren’t you, love?” she asked the horse, who butted his head against her hand. “He’s the most perfect gentleman there ever was, and they were going to murder him without human feeling! I don’t believe this world we’re living in.”

Arthur scratched his nose. He had housed enough horses of other owners to know that people viewed their animals rather like they viewed their children; little respectful darlings who had never gone or spoken awry, because of the simple qualification that they were theirs: and so if they had appeared to have done wrong, it was because of some flawed perception in the mistaken perceiver. If she had called him a dog, it was very likely he was a demon: and they would have to cut the bad tissue out of his hoof, and wash it down with treatment, a practice discouraged by even the most genuinely gentlemanly of equines. He looked sideways at Merlin, who he found was looking sideways at him. They both had that natural perception of accomplished horsemen, and knew looking at the presently placid figure it was shortly to be one of strife. He had let Merlin pick up the hoof without any protest; but whether he would consent to beyond that was still to be seen.

It was Arthur’s job to keep the horse from killing Merlin, which he did by letting the fellow get a good sniff at him, and talking to him in a low voice, in the hopes of earning his esteem; he had handled his share of unruly horses undergoing procedures they did not care to be part of, and decided to start with a neck twitch, after they had led him into his stall, where he would have less room to manoeuver, and Merlin could work, hopefully, in relative safety. He grabbed a roll of loose flesh on the neck, and squeezed it, getting a surprised look in return: but no other sign of upheaval. 

“Maybe you should pick out his hoof,” Merlin said, getting out his instruments, and rolling up his sleeves. “If he kicks you in the head, it won’t make any difference.”

“Oh right, because your head is the one at greater risk.”

Merlin eyed him as he picked up the hoof once more, and tucked the horse’s leg between his own. “If I die, tell your sister I’m sorry I couldn’t be her first victim for the insurance money. It would have been great, up till she killed me.”

Arthur rolled his eyes.

Then the horse, sensing this was to be a different thing altogether, jerked the hoof in Merlin’s hands, and thrust the whole body straight up, almost a kind of levitation, whilst Merlin clung to the hoof, and Arthur clung to the halter, pushing into the huge body as it tried to swing round on Merlin, and their observer said in abject delight, “Oh, he’s like a young man again! I’ve never seen him move like that.”

“Right, it’s a bloody miracle,” Arthur said through his teeth. He was putting his whole weight into his task. He was between Merlin, scraping determinedly at the hoof, and Merlin, smashed to bits on the stall wall. 

“Where are you lads from?” she asked, leaning on the stall door whilst he fended off the horse’s teeth. “I’m from Manchester, myself. I can’t place your accent, young man,” she said, to whom he did not know; and not waiting for the unknown young man to state his origins, began to expound upon hers. The horse tried to rear; and Arthur, holding the halter with everything he was, inserted a strained, “Mm hmm” where she obviously expected one to be; and Merlin, restraining a truly incalculable number of curses, said, “Oh yeah, lovely country up there” whilst he was retrieving the solution, which he did by leaping sideways, to get out of the way of the hoof he had abandoned, flinging himself against the side of the stall as Arthur pushed the horse away from him, and the horse, robbed of his victim, bit Arthur instead.

Fucking fuck fuck cunt, said Arthur’s brain; whilst his mouth was the inviolable stalwart of chivalry. “Lovely, yeah,” it said to the woman, whilst her precious goblin was standing on his foot, and she was asking whether he wasn’t the dearest old dear of existence.

“Now you’ll be coming in for tea; I want to hear all about you,” she said, and left them, after listening to Merlin’s instructions on cleaning the hoof, to gather their equipment and meet her in a sitting room which looked to their exhausted bodies a kind of Promised Land: and into which they heaved themselves, having cleaned themselves as well as they could with a water bottle and bad language. She gave them little frail teacups on saucers, which looked absurd in Merlin’s large battered hand, and laid on the table a startling array of biscuits, saying as she did so, “You eat as much as you like; I’d have you for supper as well, if I didn’t know you two were hard-working young lads who needed to get on with their day. And tell me, how did you meet, and don’t worry, I always vote for the Liberal Democrats, so you don’t need to worry about anything here, I may be old, but I’m not old-fashioned. Lovely, the pair of you.”

“Erm. Well. Arthur runs a breeding farm. My uncle has a veterinarian practice and he’s getting on, so I’ve come down to take over the field work that’s harder on him. We kind of transitioned from client-vet to assistant-vet.”

Arthur had stiffened on the sofa. He did not know how she had spotted what were his seething but subtle feelings; but she had clocked them, and was about to innocently out them.

“Oh, no, that’s not nearly as romantic as I’d hoped--”

“I think we had better get on to Freya’s, hadn’t we?” Arthur asked, something he had never before suggested with such (or any) enthusiasm. Merlin looked at him. Then he looked at Mrs Brown, and went horrifically pale.

“Oh. Oh, no, we’re like, you know--professional partners. Not partners partners. We’re not--yeah. Arthur’s--and I’m not. Interested in that sort of thing. With him. That’s--we’re friends. He’s more like--a brother. You know. Yeah. Erm. It’s--professional. Our. Partnership.”

“Why didn’t you just say, ‘Oh, not that horrid old toe rag’ and be done with it?” Arthur asked as they returned to the truck, not through his teeth, though it might have sounded that way.

“Well, what the hell did you want me to say? She thought we were fucking, for some reason. I can’t have something like that following me round.”

“Right, you wouldn’t want to sully your heretofore impeccable reputation for madness with good taste,” Arthur snapped. He did not slam the door of the truck after he had got in; but he did think about having been reduced to the non-sexual realm of family, and shut it with enthusiasm. “Your brother.”

[poisonedfate]

(character ask game) Merlin: 2, 4, 5, 8, 20, 23

hi!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

woof. there's so many to choose from, after all he is the main character. i do hold his sense of humour and his snarky remarks very near and dear to my heart, i love his stupid (affectionately) can-do attitude especially if it's highlighted with a joke, but if we're being honest here, my first thought was his love for nature. he is, of course, tied to nature in many ways but the pure protectiveness and adoration and childlike wonder he shows not just with the living, breathing world around him but through his magic too...it's very special to me.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

i think there was an ask game a while back with a similar question and i remember saying i would simply want to put him somewhere...less stressful, but still funny, so we discussed sitcoms. that point still stands, however, wouldn't it be fun to put him in, i don't know, doctor who? colin morgan was there for an ep and all that, but immortal merlin? as a companion? with a hidden agenda to maybe perhaps somehow find arthur? well. doesn't that just sound delightful.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

again - many, many answers i could give, but since i've been on a anti-babying merlin wave, the first one i thought of was 'are you scared of me yet?' by daisy grenade (love this so SO much)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

well. as you might've guess, i hate when he gets babied. he's not gonna break from one stiff glare by a stranger. and just to repeat what i've already said before - emotionality does not equal fragility etc etc

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

my guy merlin can literally be besties with anyone i swear, he's just so very lovable, isn't he. each of his friendships are special in their own little ways, but i'm gonna have to go with gwaine. they just get each other, if not like puzzle pieces then like two colours on the opposite sides of the colour wheel, yknow? either one and the same or fittingly matching. there's something about them together that really just...works, instantly. anyways, they're perfect, you understand.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

i'm gonna cheat a little and give you a gif because that's what i spend most of my days looking at, so here, this has always been a fave of mine:

[none-ofthisnonsense]

Merlin S3E13, “The Coming of Arthur: Part Two”

Leon?? What’s going on with him? Please don’t hurt him.

Leon. Don’t die. I would never forgive you. But also he’s so brave I love him

The Knights’ last stand.

For once I agree with Arthur on this one.

Gwen grew up with Leon??

Gwen’s too trusting of Morgana. Did she honestly think she could get away with it?

Gwen you’re going to poooooisoooooooned

Merlin you do know Arthur is in the area? This is the worst time for him to discover you have magic.

Gwen what the fuck are you doing and most of all how did you think you wouldn’t get caught? CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS.

OH SHIT THE VIAL IS BROKEN

Freya??

I will never not be sad about Merlin and Freya. (Especially how I’ve seen Freya be treated by some fic writers.)

Kilgharrah is there to save the day! 

EXCALIBUR!! It’s been a while.

I want to see Leon in a dress so bad. (It did not disappoint.)

Can Gwen and Leon see the traces that they’re leaving?

Gaius better not die.

Well, at least we know Excalibur works.

LANCELOT!!! 

He and Gwaine are going to be besties.

Elyan is silent most of the time but when he does speak he’s hilarious.

The round table. (This totally doesn’t have mythological significance in Arthurian legends. And I’m totally not obsessing over how Merlin is at Arthur’s right hand.)

I expected Merlin to be the first, not Lancelot. But I guess it’s fitting that the oldest friend (apart from Merlin) be the first.

Gaius stands so proud. I love him.

That little exchange of nods!!

Lancelot is great. But also, it hurts to see how true his words are.

THE MUSIC!!!

MERLIN DIDN’T GIVE ARTHUR EXCALIBUR?!!!

This episode proves, once again, how much I am in love with Gwaine.

Lancelot better not die.

GAIUS DOING MAGIC???

This is the exact reverse of the S2 finale, with Morgause and Morgana switched.

I did not know Morgana was that powerful.

Gwaine you better be alive

THEY’RE ALL DECKED OUT IN KNIGHTS’ ATTIRE!

And Excalibur becomes the sword in the stone of legend.

[theroundbartable]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "theroundbartable "?

Haha^^

10 fics will be hard for me to do, since I'm very bad with names and I don't really.... Save any. I read, like, comment and move on.

Let's start with my name first. That's easier. Theroundbartable was a joke I made a couple years ago and I had it as the headline of my blog for a while when I was still Changelink23.

I'm not sure where it came from anymore... But I think it was kind of the basis for "connecting the dots". Which is a fanfiction I wrote that is about Gwaine and the knights making up stories about Merthur. It was their game to guess what Merlin was up to and gossip about Arthur's pining. And collectively, they'd make up the entire series on accident.

My idea then was that the knights gather in a bar, got really drunk and basically play DnD with the BBC Merlin storyline. So, the knights of the round table, but at a bar. And maybe that table was round. And maybe it was their regular seat and they called it the round bar table.

After Changelink outdid its purpose and I got really deep into the Merlin concepts, I decided my name should fit the theme. And what else am I doing here with you guys, other than exchange ideas about Merlin while half sounding on drugs? It's my idea of being part of this fandom, I think. All of us sitting at the round bar table and having fun with the series together.

Now, fanfics:

1. Dirty laundry by Gybslythe (Voltron)

It's just... It has sentimental value for me. The author put down the story because they were bullied, sadly. I just felt at home in that fanfiction because the places seemed so familiar to me and I caught the feeling. I could compare it with me visitung my godmother as a child and the described places were just the best moments of my entire childhood. Also the writing style is SOOO good! I mimicked it for a mock exam and that was my best English Exam during my A-levels.

2. Sadly I don't know the actual name of this one :/

Funnily enough, it was a Gravity falls fanfiction... And a Bill cipher x reader one at that, which is WILD that I ever read it. The Reader thing really repulses me. Lol. The thing is, it was very non intimate and the world building blew my mind. It started off with Bill realizing his existence and step by step, he'd give his knowledge to the one human that interested him and therefore lost his power. The reader, however, grew with the knowledge and in the end, wakes up as the entity Bill had been. Just, suddenly knowing she existed, no memories of ever being human. It was so well done and pulled at my philosophical brain, I built "Wired" off of it.

3. Not a story but a series...

Anything by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle. This is the series that made my Merlin writings what they are. I read these and they brought me SOOO much joy! I used to write really depressive stuff. Still do. But after reading these, I wanted to bring that joy, too. I really dug into my humor after that and it really changed how I see stories and even myself and became the foundation of what I focus on in dialogues.

4. From the grave to the cradle by larcluce

I admit it, I'm a bit biased for this one because I'm so proud of larluce for posting their first story after wanting ME to write it. As if I could have done it justice. It's so good for a first work and yeah... I'm very proud of them.

5. My soul has your claim, my soul is in flames

(Voltron) i'm currently reading that due to my online friend's suggestion and it's just... Maybe it's because I'm currently obsessed with it but it really is just that good. It's everything I want from a voltron fanfic :) obliviousness, pining, misunderstandings, and reassurance and Lance's death reveal. Like... Yeah. I'm a sucker for this story.

...

There are probably a lot more on my list but I'm REALLY bad at remembering stuff XD I remember when I stumble on them. I just listed the ones that are at the top of my head. Sorry it's not a full ten :/ I actually write more than I read too. When I start reading, my mind gets ideas and then I have to write them down and I somehow rarely finish fics over 100k words.

BuT wRiTinG tHEm iS fInE.

By the way, I haven't read "like the cycle of the year" yet. It's been on my list for a while but I haven't gotten around to it. I know it's a fandom favorite. But maybe that's what's putting me off. It'll probably make me feel inadequate after reading it and comparing it to my stuff and then I'll feel bad about my writing. Which would by both oddly motivating and off putting, lol.

As a little bonus, I'll just say what I'm currently working on/planning to work on for now.

1. second chances (Drarry)

I've been writing on that one for over a year. Which is the longest I ever spend on a fic and also the longest fic I've ever worked on in total and also the one I most edited. I'm writing it for my girlfriend. I feel like I'm getting closer to the end and I will post it once it's finished.

Jkr sucks, by the way. She'd probably hate the story which satisfies me greatly.

It's a time travel au, obviously, in which Drarry was a muggle therapist after the war. The magical world doesn't respond well to the idea of therapy but that's not Draco's concern even though it should be. He just wants to atone for his sins. Being thrown back in time gives him that chance... But it also awakens deep traumatic issues while he struggles to help the good side and betray his parents and friends in the meantime. It's very analytical of his character and he suffers a lot and it's a lot of fun to do.

2. Karak'nirir- the goddess of creation (Voltron)

A Lance centric Voltron fanfic in which he is gifted the power of a goddess. I'm trying to get back into world building and well... I just really love Lance XD

3. The clockroom (BBC Merlin)

... It's on hiatus... Again. It's so hard to find the time to work on it. But I will... At some point. Probably. I hate unfinished business.

4. ... I'll probably focus on the Merthur marriage concept next. In which Arthur tries to raise Merlin's status and has Merlin learn magic in order to defeat Emrys. Cause then Merlin would be druid king and they can get married XD i want to apply some stuff I'm currently learning through "my soul has your claim" and maybe that will change how I write in the long run, too.

5. .... I should be working on a book that's publishable. Maybe feedback from professional book sellers will help me improve my work also.

By the way... Having 4 wips kills my brain. I hate it. One fic at a time. That's how I work best. It's too much for me. I'm dying. I have no ideas how other people do it.

Anyway.

Thank you for the question, anon ^^ I hope I answered it well enough XD

[where-the-kissing-never-stops]

How else can I make you sweat?

Percival gets injured in the armoury and is banned from training, but Gwaine loves training with him and seeing him get all hot and sweaty. He must come up with another way to make Percival sweat.

Here's another fill in the gap style fic! Read below or on ao3 here. Hope you enjoy 😊

It was storming as Percival walked back through the corridors, his shoulder now in bandage. It was a bizarre occurrence what just happened in the armoury, and a painful one. His shoulder ached, Percival was pleasantly surprised that he could still move his arm, considering how deep the wound was. It was as if the weapon had been thrown from a distance and missed its spot.

As Percival kept walking, he felt it again. He was not alone. A strange wind blew faintly through the corridor, and he turned around, but again there was nothing to be seen. Only felt. He continued walking to his chambers, and when he opened his door he found an almost comical sight. Gwaine was sat upright on Percival’s bed, with his legs spread wide, and wearing absolutely no clothes.

Percival just stood there, mouth ajar and nearly dropped his chainmail.

Gwaine laughed nervously. “Well, close the door!”

Percival came back to himself and did as Gwaine suggested. He closed the door behind him and draped his chainmail over his chair. He took a sharp intake of breath as the movement jostled his shoulder, and he heard rustling and footsteps, before Gwaine’s hands carefully caressed his arm.

“What the hell happened to you?” The playful tone hardly masked his concern.

Percival turned and withdrew. “An axe fell off the wall in the armoury, guess where it landed.” He stupidly tried to shrug nonchalantly, which resulted in his injured shoulder twinging, and he hissed.

In an instant, Gwaine was there, and he held Percival’s arm to try and cease any discomfort. Percival would have found it more heartfelt if Gwaine didn’t have his cock out.

“Gaius said I can’t train.” Percival let Gwaine tease over the bandages, it didn’t hurt too much.

Gwaine nodded. “Did he say how long for?”

“No.” Percival sighed. “I guess until it heals.”

Gwaine’s demeanour changed. “I like when you get all worked up at training, fighting is sweaty work.” He rounded Percival and stood in front of him, a knowing look on his face. “I wonder, how else can I make you sweat?”

Percival paused. He held Gwaine’s gaze for a moment, then looked away. “Gwaine, I can’t. My shoulder-”

“I never said you should do anything.” Even without looking, Percival could hear the smile on Gwaine’s lips.

Gwaine’s hand held Percival’s chin and turned Percival’s face to look at him. “Are you ok with this?” No response. His expression grew serious. “I will do the work. Anything you’re not happy with, or if it gets painful, you let me know and we stop. How does that sound?”

Percival had never been treated like that before. He didn’t have the words to reply, so he merely nodded and awaited instructions. Like a knight on the training field.

Gwaine smiled as he walked back towards the door and locked it. His smile grew wider as he led Percival backwards towards the bed. Gwaine took Percival’s jacket, undid his breeches and pulled them down, then he playfully pushed Percival back on the bed, taking care not to be too forceful and aggravate the injury.  Percival didn’t know what to do, what to say, where to look as Gwaine removed his shoes and the last of his clothing, so he lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Gwaine came into his periphery, half-hard cock and all.

“I can’t pin your arms, obviously, but can you follow orders?” Percival nodded, a breathless yes on his lips. “Is that any way to speak to a Knight of Camelot? No voice?” Gwaine sat above his torso, keeping eye contact the entire time. “’Yes’ what?”

“Yes, Sire,” Percival spoke with no wobble, but Gwaine laughed and broke the front he had put on.

“Sorry,” he smirked, but Percival couldn’t help but bask in the joy on his face. Gwaine straightened his features, pushed a hand against Percival’s chest and gave one command. “Don’t move too much. Let me do the work.” He started to kiss Percival’s chest, little pecks, that’s all they were. Then, he sucked at his hard nipples and Percival used his good arm to rub Gwaine’s back, carded his hand through his lover’s hair.

Neat little kisses made their way towards Percival’s navel, and soft moans made their way through his lips. He could feel his hard cock against Gwaine’s tense abs, the friction was torturous, but Gwaine told him to keep still, so he would, for as long as he could without losing his mind. And Gwaine, well, he was taking his sweet time with making his way down Percival’s body. There was a specific sweet spot just above Percival’s right hip, over his birthmark, and Gwaine knew how tender it was. He started to draw circles over it with his tongue as Percival squirmed under him, trying to get away from that tickling sensation. His shoulder twinged and he let out a gasp of pain. Gwaine stopped immediately.

“Do you need a moment?” He asked, panting.

Percival let the pain subside, then shook his head. “Keep going.”

His partner didn’t need any more encouragement. He continued to kiss a path down Percival’s stomach, reaching the hair just below his sensitive area which he nuzzled into. Percival used his good hand to reach down to grab a fist full of Gwaine’s hair and pulls his head up to face him.

“Kiss me,” he moaned and Gwaine obliged, a hot mess of a kiss but their tongues moved together, as Gwaine reached between them and slowly stroked Percival once, twice, three times and Percival bucked into his hand, wanting, needing more friction. Gwaine’s mouth moved to Percival’s jawbone, kissing and pecking as he drew more moans from the bigger knight. Percival whined as Gwaine’s hand withdrew, and instead pinned his hip to the bed. Gwaine started sucking at Percival’s throat, and Percival revelled in it, not caring about how needy he sounded. Gwaine was doing all the work, and he needed to show that it was paying off.

A slick sheen of sweat started to coat Percival’s chest and torso, which made Gwaine move away briefly, leaning back to take a look at his lover. Percival bit back another whine as his leaking cock was exposed, red and plump and needing, begging to be touched.

“So this is how else I can make you sweat,” Gwaine said with a smirk on his lips. “I wonder, if we can do this instead of training…”

“Gwaine,” Percival whispered, breathless and ever so slightly out of it, “please,” he panted. He started to lean upwards, seemingly forgotten about his shoulder until he leant on it and hissed again through gritted teeth, eyes scrunching up at the shooting pain.

Gwaine eased him back down onto the bed. “You see, this is why I told you not to move,” he said with a soft yet flustered tone. Percival breathed shallowly and Gwaine held his hand for him to squeeze his way through the agony. He didn’t open his eyes for a while, letting the discomfort completely fade before opening them and looking straight into the eyes of his long-haired rogue.

“Thanks. And, uh, sorry.”

Gwaine just smiled with a sympathetic look. “It’s ok. I didn’t think about how badly you were hurt. If it’s too bad to continue, we can pick this up another time.” Even the reassuring squeeze of Percival’s grip didn’t mask the slight disappointment if his tone.

“Oh, no, now is good.” Percival said, staring at the ceiling. “I won’t even try and move this time, you have my word.” Percival smirked as he added, “so please get back to it, Sire.” He ended with a wink that he knew would drive Gwaine to do his bidding, and that it did.

Gwaine licked and sucked at the inners of Percival’s thighs, and he couldn’t help but slightly buck into Gwaine’s mouth, groaning with pleasure. The pain in his shoulder was apparent when he leaned back, but bit back a hiss of discomfort as he didn’t want Gwaine to stop. Whatever he was doing, if he stopped, Percival might just die.

The smaller knight looked up teasingly, and Percival wondered what a state he must be in to create such a devious grin to appear on Gwaine’s face. Percival closed his eyes; he knew exactly what was coming next.

His tongue caressed his cock. The slow, gentle, teasing movements made Percival squeal and make sounds that he didn’t know he could make, and Gwaine took him in his mouth, long, slow, unhurried sucks which drove Percival insane. He could feel every part of his body was clammy with need and anticipation. Every nerve in his body was tingling, his hands were aching for something to grab, and his good arm reached Gwaine’s shoulder, holding him down and bidding him to, as in his own words, do the work.

Gwaine licked and took more of Percival in his mouth, like he had done many times before. He never struggled with Percival’s size, which was all the more endearing, but also made Percival wonder how he had gained such a skill. Percival groaned loudly and Gwaine hummed in encouragement, mouth full but wanting to show his pleasure was also apparent. A tongue licked at his balls and Percival gasped and damn near came there and then, but Gwaine slowed down, wanting to revel seeing him in this state. Percival was close, and they both knew it.

Not wanting to draw the torturous slow rhythm any longer, Gwaine’s mouth started to groan against Percival’s cock. Gwaine started to rise a little as his hand fondled himself and they both neared their climaxes. Percival didn’t know how Gwaine did it, pleasured himself at the same time as someone else, but having all functioning appendages would help.

He let go of Gwaine’s shoulder and threw his arm above his head as he moaned loudly. Gwaine’s speed picked up. Percival grunted once, twice, three times and bucked into Gwaine’s mouth, his seed spilling down Gwaine’s throat and he came with a very loud shout. His lover swallowed him down, groaning and grunting towards his own orgasm, which came with his lips still around Percival’s member. As Percival lay there, dazed, Gwaine came in his own hand, and a little on Percival’s leg, but that didn’t matter. Gwaine collapsed in a heap between Percival’s knees, and they both lay there, panting and waiting to return to themselves. Percival could already feel the clamminess turning cold, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t think, either. Gwaine had pretty much shagged his brains out.

The smaller knight moved first. He went to the pail of water on the side and took a cloth. He washed his hand, then wiped Percival’s leg. He dumped the rag on the floor, and strutted over to Percival who was lying on the bed, only watching as his words failed him. Gwaine lay down on a top the bed covers, curling into Percival’s good side, and Percival sluggishly turned his head to face his lover. Gwaine leaned up and pecked a kiss to the tip of Percival’s nose, and a small smile tugged at Percival’s lips. He was still too out of it to respond otherwise.

“I still say we do this instead of training,” he mumbled into the pillow.

Percival couldn’t believe Gwaine had the energy and brain power to talk when he himself was still so absolutely wrecked and could barely form a sound.

The pair of them lay there for a short while, but their sweaty bodies and the cool breeze did not match, and they both started to shiver slightly. Gwaine got up, grabbed one of Percival’s shirts and threw it on, then returned to his partner. “Are you ready to move yet?” He said with such an innocent voice, as if he had no idea what had put Percival in this state. In response, Percival rolled his eyes and mouthed obscenities. Gwaine laughed loudly and let Percival have a few more moments. The bigger knight rolled onto his good side and Gwaine gently helped him sit upright, his legs dangling either side of Gwaine.

“How do you fancy we get warm under the covers?” Percival still had no words in him, so nodded and stood up. Gwaine removed the covers and Percival sat back down, eased himself down and Gwaine got into the other side of the bed, pulling the covers over them both. Percival stretched out his good arm, and Gwaine fitted his body into the space Percival had left him.

They had both warmed up considerably in that short space of time. They laid there in peace, only the faint sound of rain tapping at the window disturbed the silence. It was a comfortable silence; they were so in tune with each other that their presence alone was all the other needed. But, finally, Percival found his voice.

“I can’t believe you did all that.” Percival half whispered, and Gwaine hummed in response, drifting off to sleep. “You did it all.”

“And I would do it all again,” Gwaine murmured into Percival’s neck. When Percival didn’t speak, Gwaine lifted his head to look him in the eyes. “I enjoyed it too.”

Percival breathed a smile. “I know, but I do feel lucky. Thank you for taking care of me.” Percival leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to Gwaine’s lips. He withdrew and had a smirk on his face. “When I’m fully functional, I will repay the favour.” He closed his eyes.

Gwaine laughed softly. “Oh, I hope so.” Percival could hear his smile.

He buried his head into the crook of Percival’s neck. The pair drifted off to sleep.

[the-potpourri]

How'd you end working as a stripper, Melody?

"Uhm, I didn't. Sorry, I guess that's kinda odd, huh? Let me explain: The Potpourri does and doesn't have a strip club. We provide naked entertainment. That can be strip shows and pole dances like what Pistachio and Xan do but also can be musical performances, stand up comedy routines, poetry readings, and so on. Myself, I play guitar.

"Yes, the strip shows are the most popular of what we offer, that's true, but the rest of us get pretty good tips too."

The squirrel grins.

"How I ended up working here? Well, college basically. I go to a music academy and working at The Potpourri helps cover expenses my scholarships don't cover. Especially since I don't live on campus. I saw an ad online, came to check it out, performed for Gwain, and was hired almost on the spot. The boss has a good ear for music."