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For @merlinmicrofic. Prompt "Hunger."

Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot, Gen, No Warnings. AO3.

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Lancelot knew hunger. 

He knew emptiness. He knew its ache. It burrowed itself deep into his viscera and made it impossible to think of anything but it.

He knelt on one knee, his hands clasped on the other, and bowed his head.

Since becoming a knight, he’s been fed like never before. And yet the ache in his insides did nothing but grow.

He felt the tender touch of a sword on his shoulder, then the other.

“Arise, Sir Lancelot,” Gwen’s voice resonated through the hall. “Champion of the Queen.”

A shout of Long Live the Queen echoed behind him, then applause as he stood up.

She stood to Arthur’s right, both of them tall in front of their thrones. They looked at him with such fondness in their eyes— it was unbearable.

There was a feast afterward. It was all a burst of moving trays, red banners, and candlelight. Lancelot sat next to them at the head of the table. They talked and laughed and maybe drank one too many goblets of wine more than necessary. And he had so much food laid right in front of him, his to freely grab at what he wanted, and still, somehow, felt unsated.

He escorted them to their chambers, the path well known even through the haze of the wine. Arthur offered him to go inside with them. Of course, he could not refuse his King.

He saw it coming as soon as the door was locked. But that didn’t mean he expected it.

Gwen stepped right in front of him, looked him in the eyes, then took his face into her hands and pulled him down into a kiss. He did not have the mind to be ashamed of the sound he made. Then, he felt Arthur at his back, his hands heavy on Lancelot’s sides.

When Gwen let him go, fingers on his chin made him turn his head, and then Arthur’s lips were on his, and Gwen grabbed him by his shirt and led them to their bed, and—

And it would make sense that this would fill the aching emptiness inside of him. Gwen’s mouth, Arthur’s hands— It was the only thing that had occupied his mind for Gods know how long.

Instead, and he knew this, he knew this: He would never get enough. Skin against him, muffled gasps. He would always crave more. And more.

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you keep watching my eyes

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon. 1.100 words. General Audiences. AO3.

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"Come on, attack me as if you mean it."

Merlin adjusts his footing into a defensive posture, expecting his taunt to rise something in Arthur. It does. Apart from his words, his eyes are heavy on Arthur’s, his lips red and smug, his hands clenching and unclenching, ready to cast.

A soft breeze ruffles his hair. Arthur swings his sword.

Their weapons clash with a piercing sound, the force of it sends a thrill down Arthur’s arms. He laughs with exhilaration and swings again.

Little are the times when they can escape from their duties. It happened more often when Merlin was his servant, but since Arthur named him court sorcerer they never seem to have time for themselves, even though they still spend most of their days together.

That's why Arthur decided to tell Merlin to go to the stables that morning, and without explanation, he threw him the reins of his horse.

Merlin didn't complain, so he took it as a win.

The travel through the forest was surprisingly swift and uneventful. The gallop of the horses blended with the singing of birds above them, and blooming flowers announced the coming of spring. In the middle of all that nature, Arthur watched Merlin admire the landscape, and longed.

They arrived at a clearing covered in daisies, ate some of the food Arthur had brought and talked about the latest court gossip they knew. Then, when the silence grew too comfortable, Arthur had the marvellous idea of duelling, him with his sword and Merlin with his magic. The idea turned out not to be so marvellous, because he is, as expected, losing.

Merlin fends off every single one of his blows with magic. Arthur has never had more fun sparring.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Merlin taunts him, and, all right, he’d have more fun if Merlin didn’t spend half of the time mocking him.

"I'm trying here," Arthur does not whine, because kings don't whine.

"What? Is this too hard for the best warrior of Albion?"

Arthur gives him a smirk,

"You think I'm a good warrior?"

Merlin rolls his eyes and attacks again with the one-handed staff he had conjured. His eyes shine golden, like a sunset but better. Arthur gets a good few hits, trying to get closer to him. 

Arthur swings to his right, leaving his left open, and Merlin hits him with a beam of magic that sends him to the ground, landing on a bunch of daisies.

"You keep watching my eyes," Merlin points as he offers him a hand, "which is a good way of getting yourself killed."

Arthur takes the hand and gets up. He is closer to Merlin than he intended, but neither steps away. There, face to face, breathing the same air, Arthur pretends to be calm and with a grin says,

"What? Trying to kill me often?"

Merlin looks at him with something resembling fondness, but that might be exasperation. Then he puts his hand on Arthur's shoulder and gently pushes him, creating a distance between them Arthur never wants to be there.

"One last time?" Merlin asks. Arthur nods and grabs his sword from the ground.

He swings first, to Merlin's right, the sword bouncing off a golden magic shield. Merlin moves his hand down, and magic forms the vague shape of a sword that looks less solid than Arthur knows it is.

Merlin is not holding his weapon; it hovers in the air above his hand, and though it gives him agility and speed, it lacks firmness. Arthur strikes it, stepping towards Merlin, who steps back. Merlin swings, meeting Arthur's sword once, twice. He steps back again and slowly circles Arthur. He is careful to fully face Merlin at all times, though that is something he doesn’t need much practice on.

It’s easy to lose yourself in the slow dance that is fighting. Paying attention to every little one of your opponent's movements, and pointedly not looking at his eyes. Merlin raises his sword, and Arthur meets him there. Then, he lowers them both with a swift movement, and takes advantage of the lack of obstacles between them to tackle Merlin with his shoulder.

Because that is something Merlin has not yet learned. Your weapon is only an extension of yourself, and you must fight like you dance: with your whole body.

He lands on top of Merlin with a thud, and grinning, he says,

"I think I win."

Just after he speaks he realises how breathy his voice is, how his panting is less controlled than he thought it was. He notices how Merlin's chest moves against his own.

He rolls off him before their closeness makes him do something stupid, because this is something he has yet not learned: He can’t just tackle Merlin and expect to feel normal when they touch. He settles on his back, grass tickling his neck and forearms.

"You win," Merlin breathes. He then gets himself comfortable on the ground and closes his eyes. 

Sunlight filters through the tree leaves and paints Merlin with light, and Arthur wants to trace every inch of his face with his fingertips. The curve of his lips, his nose, his cheekbones. He wishes he could have the peace to see him like this every day, forever. 

"I can feel you watching me," Merlin whispers. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispers back.

Merlin's lips stretch into a smile. He turns his face towards Arthur and opens his eyes. Arthur does not have the strength to look away.

Merlin props himself on an elbow, and looking down at Arthur, haloed by the afternoon light, says,

"Hi."

"Hi," Arthur answers, unsure how to react and what to do as Merlin brings a hand to his cheek, and, ever so slowly, leans down.

When their lips touch, it’s like the sun meeting the horizon. Arthur never wants to let go. He wraps his arms around Merlin, who climbs onto his lap without breaking the kiss.

Arthur lets his hands travel to Merlin's neck, then lower to whatever warmth they can find. He can feel one of Merlin’s hands on his chest, where his heart threatens to escape from his ribcage.

"I think I win, now," Merlin murmurs against his lips.

Arthur can only manage a "hm?", his mind fuzzy.

"I'm on top of you. I win."

Arthur huffs.

"That's cheating."

"According to who?" He can feel Merlin's smile against his.

"Me." He runs his fingers over Merlin's cheek, his chin, his jaw. It feels better than he would have ever imagined. "Now stop talking."

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For @merlinmicrofic. Prompt "Awake."

Lancelot/Merlin, Gen, No Warnings. AO3.

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Gods rarely answered prayers.

Lancelot knelt on the cold stone stairs, head bowed. His elders had taught him how to pray, how to speak to the Gods with the utmost respect. As he grew up, his prayers had always been the solemn scripts they all memorized.

Now, more often than not he’d let his eyes wander.

Emrys’ statue stood proud in the middle of the decrepit temple. Though everything around It deteriorated, dust did not touch Its surface. Its only sign of earthliness was the moss and blooming ivy crawling up Its legs and wrapping around its stretched hands. Nature yearned for Him, too.

“They tell me not to give up,” he watched the patterns the ivy formed on Its body. “And I won’t. I won’t,” he sighed. Its right eye was covered with flowers even though the mantle of winter long covered the land. “I just want to know if any of this is getting to you. If there’s anything else I have to do…”

He kept quiet, knowing begging for a signal didn’t work. That’s when he heard it.

Footsteps. Heavy ones. When they stopped at the entrance of the temple, Lancelot raised his hands as he slowly stood and turned around. It was dangerous for him to go there as often as he did. He knew it. His God knew it.

Sunlight filtered through the crumbling ceiling and landed on the blood-red cape of the Prince. Lancelot had seen him before, years ago.

“I’m unarmed,” Lancelot said. The Prince didn’t raise his unsheathed sword.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was so low Lancelot struggled to hear it.

“I was praying.”

The Prince made some sort of grimace. When he didn’t move, Lancelot lowered his arms. There was a shout outside of “Sire?”.

Of course he wasn’t alone. They were there to finish destroying the temple. Lancelot hated the thought of fighting in his God’s sacred place, but he’d die fighting if it meant defending—

“No one here,” The Prince called back. He turned to leave.

Then there was a crossbow aimed at Lancelot.

A shout of “Sorcerer!”. They started to surround him. An arrow flew at him, he barely stopped it with a spell and a movement of his hand.

He hurried up the steps to stand in front of the statue, blocking Him from their view. The knights crept closer, ignoring the Prince’s calls to stop.

He wouldn’t survive the fight. As he gathered his magic, he called for Emrys one last time. But he knew Gods rarely answered prayers, even those of their most loyal worshippers.

Then… stone cracking. For a second, Lancelot thought the ceiling was about to cave in on them. But—

A wave of winter coldness that overwhelmed him. Before he could turn to look behind him, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Leave him,” A voice boomed, making the earth shake. Pieces of stone detached off His skin, ivy still clung around Him. Emrys had awakened. “Leave my temple.”

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This typeset is for And You Rip My Ribcage Open and Devour What's Truly Yours by @personaje-fics is available on my Google Classroom (code: inqub5c). It's one of my favorite Merlin/Lancelot fics because vampire! Merlin is a must.

More information about the typeset under the cut.

All of my typesets are for personal use only.

BINDING INFORMATION

Print Double-Sided with Flip on Short Edge

Sheets Per Signature: 16

Typeset Sheet Count: 41

Total Page Count: 164

FONTS USED

Chapter Headers: Baskerville Old Face

Body Text: Times New Roman

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For @merlinmicrofic. Prompt "Your turn."

Lancelot/Merlin, Gen, No Warnings. AO3.

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Wild daisies tickled Merlin’s cheek as he turned to Lancelot. He watched intently the clouds swim by above the tree canopy.

“That one,” he pointed. “That looks like a dragon.”

Merlin tried to find it. “You’re making stuff up now.”

“I see a dragon. You have to do it.”

Merlin huffed a laugh and shook his head. He cupped his hands, and with sunlight he created a tiny golden dragon— one that actually looked like the part. When Lancelot reached for it, it perched on his finger.

Merlin watched him smile before saying, “Your turn.”

Lancelot bit his lip. He cupped his hands the same way Merlin had done it and whispered, “Draca.”

Lancelot’s eyes glowed the sunset, then in his palms appeared a creature more or less similar to a wyvern. It was deformed and ugly, and it didn't fly.

“I love it,” Merlin said. Lancelot tried to make it move and laughed when it fell off his hand. It disappeared when he stopped looking at it.

Lancelot kissed him. It tasted like cherries. When they pulled away, Merlin raised a hand and reshaped the cloud— only slightly. Only noticeable to them.

“Any other tricks under your sleeve?” Lancelot asked.

“Yeah,” Merlin brought a hand to his cheek. “Many.”

“Is that so?”

He hummed, then pulled him close to kiss him again. The clouds and the magic could wait.

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ten years of loneliness

Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Arthur

1,6k words

General audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary:

Arthur grew up lonely.

Fic on AO3

#merlin #merlin fanfic #my writing #merthur #merthur fanfic

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Last Sentence Tag Game Post the last sentence from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. Don't reblog, make a new post.

Tagged by @feuxx @groundbreakingdot872 and @queerofthedagger <3<3<3

From my shiny new hanahaki wip I started instead of finishing an old one:

But he can’t. It’ll kill him. The gods are cruel, and they’re punishing him for loving too much.

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right back atcha!! :D

line game: you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

thanks for the prompt! (also posted on AO3)

The hum of the world around them makes Merlin’s skin break into goosebumps. He stares at Arthur from across the fire. He tries not to, but he’s never been good at looking away, especially not from him.

What would you do? In my place?

Gods, but what wouldn't he do? What wouldn't he give? Arthur thinks Merlin has never been in his place; that he has never had to choose between his friends and his kingdom, between his duty and his morals. Arthur thinks the years of guilt that will follow are a new thing to him.

He thinks Merlin, between the two of them, is the better man.

Because he doesn’t know Merlin has found something thanks to him— something that he would not be able to go on without. And he’d do anything to keep it. To keep him.

“There can be no place for magic in Camelot.”

Siken line ask game

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and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours

Lancelot/Merlin (Merlin) 33k words

Rating: Mature Graphic descriptions of violence

Winter brought a creature to Camelot’s bordering villages. Crueller than coldness, it left no survivors. Arthur’s best knights embarked on a mission to hunt it down. Lancelot had seen many bloodthirsty beasts throughout his life, and he expected to find all kinds of danger in the depths of Camelot’s forests. He had not expected his long-dead lover to find him. Merlin was not the man he once was— he had become a creature of shadows after his death. But as long as he was back, it didn’t matter, right? As long as they loved each other, it shouldn’t make a difference, should it? Spring brought a decision for Lancelot to make. He had to choose between his loyalty as a knight and his loyalty as a lover. (But he was both, and the war they were living through did not make it an easy choice.)

Fic on AO3

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you keep watching my eyes

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Rating: General Audiences

1,100 words

"Come on, attack me as if you mean it."

Merlin adjusts his footing into a defensive posture, expecting his taunt to rise something in Arthur. It does. Apart from his words, his eyes are heavy on Arthur’s, his lips red and smug, his hands clenching and unclenching, ready to cast.

A soft breeze ruffles his hair. Arthur swings his sword.

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Merlin and Arthur take some time off.

Fic on AO3

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Necromancer necromancer necromancer!! 👀👀

it starts with Merlin realizing he has more power than he thought he had, and with the blessing of the goddess he is capable of bringing certain people back from the dead

"You should tell me the stories behind all these," Lancelot whispered into his neck. Then, because he was a cruel, cruel man, his lips trailed lower, towards the centre of his chest. "How did this happen?" he kissed there, where a round burn rested. 

Arthur's fault, Merlin thought bitterly. Instead, he said: 

"Someone threw a fireball at me." His voice sounded breathy, he noticed distantly. Barely above a whisper. 

"And this?" he travelled below his chest. 

Arthur's fault. 

"Some bandits." 

"And this?" he kissed just over his hip. 

Arthur. 

#merlin #my writing #ask game

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the tad song titles 😭😭😭 and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours?

This is a vampire au!

When the crackling of the fire rang louder than his own beating heart, he dared to speak.

"It was Merlin."

He could see all of them tense at his words from the corner of his eye.

He had told them about Merlin for the first time last winter, and since then he had only mentioned him on a handful of occasions. 

He brought his hand to his chest, where his most treasured possession rested against his skin. When he was a boy, his family had been killed by bandits. He vowed to never let that happen again, never be weak, unable to protect those he loved.

He stumbled upon Ealdor in spring. He was fifteen summers old, and at that age villagers still pity you more than suspect you. A lovely woman with a son his age took him in, gave him a roof to sleep under and got him a job to earn it.

Merlin and he became thick as thieves from day one. Lancelot discovered his friend had magic sooner than later, and that changed everything as much as it didn't change anything at all. They became closer, the shared secret they harboured making them the worst mischief makers and the best protectors of the village. Merlin helped him train with the sword, and Lancelot helped him control his magic.

They kissed for the first time the winter they were both seventeen. Hunith noticed immediately the change in their dynamic, and mocked them for taking so long. Lancelot had never thought he'd ever feel a mother's love again before her.

The fall they were both twenty, Merlin proposed. It had been at a lake, in front of the sunset. They were going to get married in summer.

Merlin didn't live that long.

Lancelot grabbed the leather strand hanging from his neck and took out the necklace previously tucked in his shirt. His ring shone beautifully in the firelight, a comforting weight between his fingers. He could still feel his friends' eyes on him.

#merlin #ask game #my writing

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tell us about let the seabirds cry !!! <3

Arthur is stabbed on a battle against Morgana's army, and Gwaine takes him to the house of a sorcerer to save him (who turns out to be Merlin oooo shocking)

snippet:

There is a sort of intimacy that comes with being taken care of. 

In Camelot, he had never felt it. The physician's hands are cold, detached from the patient. It comes with the job. 

But Merlin is no physician, and apparently he's only used to taking care of people with love.

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For @mercelotweek day 7. Here on ao3

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This is something Lancelot knew: Never fall in love with a god.

Because they're beauty incarnated. You'll take one look at a god and he'll ruin your eyes for everyone else. You can't avoid looking at him, though no one would blame you. It's not your fault, your gaze lands on him again and again, and it's out of your control.

Because they're appealing. There's something about him. He's the flame's light, and you are the butterfly lured by its brightness. It will end you, you know this, but you can't help it. It's almost as if being awed by him is part of your nature.

Because they're magic. He's gold and sunlight and the only thing you seem able to do is delight in his warmth. He'll show you things you've never seen before and you can't stop yourself from asking to see more and more.

Because you'll want to die for him. And you'll do it. You have no choice: Only one of you will die, eventually, and it would be a waste not to do it for him. This is in your control. This is something you choose.

That makes it more painful for both of you.

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