#pergwaine

[agent-holbrook]

People are out here shipping Merthur, Morgwen and Pergwaine, but what about Godwyndragon?

Someone feel free to come up with a better name for it, but I think this has potential

[butchjesus]

the knights play a game

[frozu]

Can we talk about blushing Gwaine? Elyan said they know who he's in love with and Gwain was blushing. Gwaine. Blushing. G W A I N E.

It's something too cute for such a confident man. He's charming and he's handsome, he can have every man or woman in Camelot he wants. But when it's about love (not just fun) he's embarrassed. Gwaine, sweetheart, you're the cuties pumpkin pie ever

[herbirdglitter]

Alright you know what? There is a criminal lack of fanfiction in the Merlin fandom dedicated to that bit where Percival shoves Gwaine away from that thing, lands on top of him, and Gwaine says “never knew you cared” with a little smirk

Percival just rolled his eyes but do we not think that awaked anything in them????

Do we think Percival didn’t lie awake that night staring into the dark and playing that scene over and over again in his head??

Are we seriously saying that Gwaine wasn’t forever changed by the feeling of Percival’s arms around him??!

What are we doing here???!!

[quinnoliver]

I'm bleeding as I type this but you know, ✨coping mechanism ✨

Merlin: good night Arthur

Arthur: ....what do you mean? You're not staying?

Merlin: I've got some work tonight.

Arthur: surely whatever it is can wait.

Merlin: Gaius needs me.

Arthur: ....he has Daegal to help him. Are you hiding something from me?

Merlin: what, no, I'd never

Arthur: is it Gwaine?

Merlin: oh for goodness' sake Arthur, I was just planning a nice surprise for you and you had to ruin it!

Arthur: I don't need a surprise. Just stay

Meanwhile Gwaine: *sneezes* I think princess is blaming me for a crime I didn't commit....

Percival: are you sure you're innocent?

Gwaine: ....what are you implying?

Percival: nothing

[joustingpitch]

I just know percy and gwaine fucked when they were stuck mining in the fortress of ismere. what the hell else would they do. they were tiddies out already. they slept next to each other. like at that point if they hadn't already they were probably like "might as well"

[w-t-k-n-s]

Let me see you stripped down to the bone

Leeds, March 1986.

They're off to a strip night, and Gwaine has no idea how much it will change his life.

He falls head over heels for one of the dancers, and a random encounter lets them meet properly, and Gwaine realises it isn't just Percival's body he likes. Slowly, they become an irreplaceable part of each other's lives. However, Percival's job starts to get in between them, and Gwaine's insecurities grow.

Will they make it together?

Weclome to my After Camlann Big Bang piece! I have absolutely loved writing this, and I am so excited to finally share it with the world!

Please feel free to leave any comments or messages, I would love to hear from you.

Huge thank you to @pkrosche for being an absolutely incredible beta reader, I can't thank them enough!

And the amazing icebreak1010 on deviantart who created a gorgeous piece of art to accompany this work! I am so grateful! Link to their work is here!

This fest has been so brilliant to be a part of, I have really enjoyed being a part of the community on discord and can't wait already to get back to writing!

Here is the @aftercamlann account and here is the livejournal to check out the other pieces completed for this wonderful fest. So happy to have been a part of it!

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy.

[thiamblogger]

does anyone other than merlin ever find out that gwaine's father was a knight?

[nyuheartz]

is anyone else thinking about pergwaine??? is anyone else thinking about how they had this sort of unspoken understanding that neither of them wanted/expected to become knights and that they probably felt so out of place in the castle and could only find comfort in each other on those bad nights? is anyone thinking about how gwaine's last words were him believing he failed and percival never got to tell him otherwise? is anyone else thinking about how percival probably carried that guilt with him till he died because he had the chance to comfort gwaine but he didn't say anything?

is anyone thinking about pergwaine???

[sunaoteam]

i just had a dream about the knights of camelot except in a kind of sci-fi-ish modern setting and boy you need to hear this.

so. gwaine and percival were on a mission which needed them to crawl through a forest where for some reason the visibility was so skewed that the bandits could only see them if they got close to fire or were in movement.

cue the dumbasses getting caught as soon as they set on their way because

percival: "i need to go pee"

now, it being weird-ass sci-fi, the bandits were mad scientists and, as pergwaine were lying there cuddling in the middle of the road trying to be as still as possible and BAREFOOT FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON, the bandits decided to find out if the two lumps in front of them were alive by tickling their toesies. with electricity. with gradually higher and higher voltage.

at one point the bandits were like million volts sound just about right for this VERY MUCH ALIVE AND WIGGLING HUNK, and wanted to shoot percial with it. to which gwaine, our lovely single braincell hero, volunteered himself if only the bandits were kind enough not to use million volts at once but divide it into 10 shots (cause 100k volts is perfectly okay apparently).

cue gwaine being moved somewhere to be annihilated with electricity and he panics cause. obviously he's gonna die.

YOU KNOW WHAT THE IDIOT DID?

decided to play it off as "i am a sorcerer", mumbled some bullshit AND PULLED FOUR HALF EATEN SLICES OF PIZZA OUT OF HIS POCKETS.

i woke up facepalming because one. he's dumb as shit. and two. it fucking worked to distract the bandit guy 😭😭😭😭

[jgvfhl]

Both. The answer is both.

Can't tell if Percival broke the rope becasue he was that strong or because he was possessed by his love for Gwaine.

[quinnoliver]

Wilfred: Gwaine

Gwaine: you were both great, it's just-

Wilfred: Heath fancies me, not Harold

Gwaine: oh that, yes, I know

Wilfred: .... What do I do? They're hiding from me.

Gwaine: well-

Percival: you still have faith in Gwaine's advice?

Wilfred:

Percival: you're welcome.

Gwaine: now wait a minute-

[monoistrash]

As a Tolkien lover, it is pretty strange to me that ppl decidedly named Arthur and Gwen's ship "Arwen" intead of the logical "Argwen". Like-???

Can we please give Pergwaine the nickname "Pippin" now? I feel like that's a good fit 🥺

[feral-queercore-punk]

BABES IM DRAWING

@immyownoc @a-single-anonymous-duck @auroraboringaliceinwonderland

hnnnnggg i should so draw the merlin crew in historically accurate clothing omg

[w-t-k-n-s]

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.