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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 3 months

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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.

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 3 months

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Some of you asked for a link when I decided to post something. The time has come, I suppose. Again, it's just a pwp. Read the tags and if you like leave a comment :) Thank you to @247merthur for being my beta for this!

#merthur #smut #rec #and finally you saw me

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gwen & Morgana (Merlin) Characters: Gwen (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Aithusa (Merlin) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Reconciliation, Arthur Pendragon Lives (Merlin), Morgana Lives (Merlin), Good Morgana (Merlin), or she will be, Gwen Knows About Merlin’s Magic (Merlin), Merlin’s Magic Revealed (Merlin), Merlin Tarot Fest 2023 (Merlin) Summary:

After Camlann, Gwen rides out to bring Morgana back home.

Written for @merlintarotfest

#morwen #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 7 months

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The shifting Earth beneath us

Here is a piece that I created for the 15th Merlin anniversary!

It is a follow on from In my weariness I still hear you singing in my mind which was written many years ago now and could do with a rewrite 😅 and for those of you on ao3 here is The shifting Earth beneath us on ao3. Hope you enjoy 😊

Gwaine awoke with a start. This was the fourth time he had woken up. Gwaine was a fool to think that he would get any semblance of sleep after what he’d been through, waking many times dripping in sweat after hardly any sleep at all. He would be the last to admit it, but the night terrors were so bad this time, that his face was wet with tears. The light had finally faded so this time he had woken up to darkness, which made recovering from the awful dream harder.

He decided there wasn’t much point trying to sleep again just yet. The hunger was still present, so he wiped his face with his bedclothes and sat up slowly. He reached over and took a sip of the stale water left in the cup from earlier, then a slice of bread. He took small bites, remembering what Leon said about eating slowly. Gwaine was glad he did, because that one slice of bread filled his stomach. He couldn’t eat anything else, even if his stomach hurt and his body ached. His mind was still plagued with visions and memories of what he went through.

Gwaine swung his legs over the side of his bed, and he tried standing. It took a few attempts, but he managed it and he wobbled over to the window. He looked over the courtyard, which was lit up in the moonlight. How long had it been since he last saw that view? At least a week, probably longer. Gwaine vowed he would never take this sight for granted, as he never know when it would be the last time he saw it.

The clothes Gwaine was wearing were still damp from sweating from his dreams, so he took off his tunic and trousers gently, dropping them in a heap at the end of his bed. He took a clean outfit from his wardrobe and put them on. The effort it took was a lot, and he sat on the end of his bed afterwards. The blood pounded in his ears. Gwaine took deep breaths, holding his head in his hands and resting his elbows on his legs. In. Out. In. Out.

Gwaine’s mind flickered to a happier memory from the night before. Percival had kissed him. Gwaine wasn’t sure if it was a spur of the moment thing, more out of relief than anything more, but it had been something that helped Gwaine fall asleep, initially at least. Percival had been gentle and kind and respectful of what Gwaine had been through. It felt right. It was what Gwaine needed.

How Gwaine longed for some company again.

He leaned over at took another cracker from the plate. It was a little chewy, but beggars can’t be choosers, and he ate it, slowly again, with water. He took the last one. He already felt a little stronger. He waited a few minutes after eating to make sure he hadn’t eaten too much, then stood up, put his boots on and headed for the door. Gwaine felt more stable on his feet. Maybe this was a sign.

Gwaine didn’t really know where he was going, he just knew he didn’t want to be in his room when he could walk around. He didn’t want to stare at a ceiling unable to sleep. He didn’t want to be kept somewhere. Not again.

He enjoyed walking the corridors at night. The only light was from the torches hanging from the walls, and when he reached the outdoor parts of the citadel, the moon bathed him in its light. Gwaine stopped for a moment, tilted his head towards the moon and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply. This was something he had really missed.

It was summer, and the air was still quite warm, despite there being no cloud cover. Gwaine decided he would head to the field near the keep, which overlooked the lower town. It would let him see the stars clearly, and let him be rid of the troubles of the last week for a few moments, at least.

As Gwaine rounded the corner, it revealed the square of grass, and a figure was leaning over the wall at the end. Gwaine froze, his heart raced. The irrational part of his brain was in overdrive, convinced it was one of Morgana’s men waiting for him, to finish him off, but then he shook his head, and steadied himself, taking deep breaths whilst he closed his eyes. He leaned back against the wall whilst he collected himself. He couldn’t let this stop him getting the freedom he so desperately craved.

Come on, let’s go, Gwaine thought to himself, and he headed outside.

In this low light, he couldn’t tell who it was leaning over the wall, but it was someone tall. Someone who had huge arms and short hair. Someone who heard Gwaine approach and turned to see who was joining him.

Percival.

Gwaine’s breath caught in his throat, but he kept moving towards Percival. The other knight kept facing him, and leaned back against the edge of the wall as Gwaine approached.

The two knights were face to face.

“Didn’t think I’d see you at this time. Thought you’d be out for the count.” Percival smiled at Gwaine.

“Turns out my mind won’t let my body rest,” Gwaine said, quietly, and he stood next to Percival, leaning over the wall and he looked out over the lower town. He heard Percival turn around to join him.

Gwaine watched a couple stumble out of The Rising Sun, hand in hand and they stumbled down the road together. A patrol of guards passed them, and the couple bowed a little comically, almost falling over. The guards laughed, and continued on their duty. Both groups disappeared from view.

“Can’t wait for another night back in there, when this is all over, and we have all recovered.” Gwaine knew alcohol really wouldn’t help him in his present state, but he was craving the happier times and the friendly atmosphere over the ale.

“Gwaine,” Percival began, still looking over Camelot, “You went through something awful. If ever you need someone to talk to-”

“Thank you, Percival,” Gwaine began, cutting the knight off, “but this is something I just need to work through. It will get easier.” Especially with a good ale, Gwaine added mentally.

“You are incredibly strong to even say that,” Percival spoke softly, sincerely. “If you change your mind…” Gwaine nodded at him. The mutual respect was so solid.

They stood in silence before Gwaine moved, sitting down, then lying on the grass. He interlinked his knuckles and lay them atop his stomach.

“Gwaine?” Percival frowned at him.

“The stars are so beautiful,” he said with a small smile on his lips.

Percival went and joined him, lying beside him. “Yes, they are.”

They lay for a few moments in quiet reverence for the moment. The only sound they heard were occasional footsteps in the castle passing nearby, or the wind blowing slightly through the trees.

Percival spoke up and pointed to the sky. “Can you see that shape in the sky? It looks a bit like a huge spoon.” Gwaine followed Percival’s finger. It took a few moments, but he saw what Percival was referring to, and nodded. “Take the two stars on the right side, they point up to a fainter star, can you see?” Again, a few moments after Percival spoke, Gwaine nodded again. “That star doesn’t move ever. The other stars move around it. It always points north,” and with that, Percival lowered his hand slightly, pointing north. “So if you’re ever lost on a clear night, this star will help you find your way.”

Gwaine turned to look at Percival. “How did you learn that?”

Percival lowered his hand and turned to return Gwaine’s gaze. “My mother taught me that when I was younger. She taught me a great deal.” His gaze became sad, and Gwaine noted something.

“You’ve never spoken of your mother before.”

Percival turned to look back at the sky. “It’s not the easiest thing to talk about.”

Gwaine waited in silence, not pushing Percival to continue.

“Cenred killed my family.”

Another pause. Percival continued.

“It wasn’t long before I met Lancelot. Cenred ransacked my village. He razed it to the ground and my family along with it.”

Gwaine unlaced his fingers. “I’m sorry.” He reached down and took Percival’s hand in his, interlocking their fingers.

“I was out hunting with a few other men in the village. When we returned, Cenred and his men were long gone. Our house was destroyed, with my parents and my sister were inside. It took so long to find them in the wreckage that was our home.” Percival sniffed softly. Gwaine didn’t look, giving the man some privacy, but he rubbed Percival’s knuckles with his thumb as the other knight wiped his face with his other hand.

Percival continued. “Our village lost everyone apart from those of us who went hunting. After the pyres burned out and we drank ourselves sick, we went our separate ways.” A brief pause, and Percival gently squeezed Gwaine’s hand. “I moved around, became the strong man that people wanted, and that’s how I met Lancelot. He saw me pulling a cart out of the mud and came to help, before he realised I didn’t need it.” He smiled softly at the memory. “With him, it was the first time I felt true happiness since my family died.”

Percival was pensive. He didn’t let go of Gwaine’s hand.

The pair lay there for a while, the warm summer night keeping any chill away.

Gwaine was curious. “Were the two of you ever…?”

Percival snorted softly. “No, it was never like that. Lancelot brought joy back into my life, and he meant the world to me.” Percival squeezed Gwaine’s hand again, and Gwaine squeezed back. “I miss him.”

“So do I.” Gwaine let go of Percival’s hand in favour of turning on his side to look at his friend. “Thank you for telling me this.”

Percival turned to look at him. Gwaine wished they had lay down closer together, but a small nod from the taller knight was all he received. They both returned to look at the stars. Gwaine noticed that the longer he looked for, the more stars seemed to appear. The spoon and the guiding star were beginning to disappear into a cluster of stars in the sky, hardly intelligible as a pattern anymore.

Gwaine heard Percival yawn. “You should go to bed. There will be a lot of rebuilding work to do tomorrow.”

Percival sighed. “I’d rather stay here.” He left the sentence hanging and Gwaine didn’t fill the space.

Silence enveloped them. Gwaine slowly shifted, moved across the grass to be lying side by side next to the taller knight. As much as he too needed sleep, he didn’t want this moment to end. He felt very peaceful and very safe, and that was something he craved to last as long as it could. He struck up another conversation.

“What happened after you left Camelot?”

He heard a deep exhale beside him. Gwaine couldn’t recall a time he had heard Percival speak so much. When it was the group of them, Percival was mostly quiet, only saying a few words mostly, even quiet by the campfire. This was a conversation Gwaine would not take for granted. Percival cleared his throat before he began his tale.

“We found Elyan in the woods, which was a help as Arthur was slowing us down. Merlin heard the horses coming after us and we ran. We were thrown off our feet by magic, I can only guess it was Morgana. When I came round, the others were gone. I thought they had been captured, and knew there was nothing I could do. I had failed to protect my King.” Percival puffed out his cheeks.

“When I woke up, it was dark and everyone else had gone. I thought Arthur and Merlin were still with Elyan, but clearly they weren’t, so I went through the forest alone. It wasn’t great, I came across some bandits but steered clear, my head was mashed after a day alone and only my memories for company.” He exhaled. Gwaine waited. “It was dark before I came across someone. It was Rosie and her little girl. I couldn’t remember the child’s name but I rescued her from the dorocha and ever since I’ve seen Rosie out and about and she would always talk to me. She is lovely.”

“I remember her. I think her daughter’s name is Lily,” Gwaine offered.

“Matches her mother’s,” Percival said, a smile on his lips. He continued, “She brought me back to the camp where I saw Leon. The warmth it filled me with, Gwaine, I can’t express it. Seeing someone I knew so well filled me with so much relief. I told him what had happened so far, and Leon showed me their makeshift camp. It felt strangely familiar, living in such close quarters. It reminded me of home, of my family.” A pause, and Gwaine made shapes with the stars as he waited for Percival to finish. Gwaine wouldn’t rush his friend.

“We were planning on a way to find the King, but with so few soldiers and weapons we felt useless. It was a few days on when Leon woke me, before sunrise. He’d seen Merlin, and asked for us to all meet him in a clearing just down a small channel from the camp. And we did.” Percival turned towards Gwaine and their eyes met. “There was a sword in the stone, Gwaine. Did you ever hear about the legend?” Gwaine shook his head. “It was just as you would expect. You hear about a sword lodged in a stone, no one knows how it got there, no one can pull it out, and then Arthur stepped up. He tried, you could see him shaking with effort. Merlin spoke to him in a way I have never heard him speak. He spoke to Arthur like he knew every part of him, and he spoke to him as if the rest of us weren’t there. It felt like I was watching a moment that should have been in private.” Percival cleared his throat and looked away.

Gwaine processed what Percival told him. Merlin must have been with Arthur this whole time.

“And Arthur just, pulled the sword out of the stone.”

Gwaine made a surprised sound and looked at Percival.

“Gwaine, I wish you were there to see it. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” Gwaine could hear the emotion in the other knight’s voice. “Arthur is the true King of Camelot and I would ride into the mouth of Hell for him.”

In the distance, the sky was lightening with the approaching dawn, and Percival’s face was slightly silhouetted against the dark blue. Gwaine reached over to put a finger underneath Percival’s chin. He turned Percival’s face towards his and leaned in. “So would I.” Gwaine kissed Percival gently. He tasted the tears Percival shed for his family. He tasted the devotion for their King. He tasted the raw emotion and belief that finally, everything was okay again. They broke apart. Gwaine wiped the tear that had spilled onto Percival’s cheek.

“And all the while, you’ve been suffering here.”

Gwaine laughed softly and brushed his thumb over Percival’s cheek. “Ah, don’t think about that. You’ve painted quite a picture of what I’ve missed, I almost forgot I wasn’t there.” He smiled at Percival. He dropped his hand and again reached for Percival’s, hoping the urgency wasn’t apparent in his grasp. “It sounds almost magical.”

“It may well have been. After all, Arthur pulled a sword from solid rock. There must be something to do with magic involved.”

“It proves he is our King. Maybe it’s in his blood, or something.”

Percival sat up with a start and looked down at Gwaine. “You think Arthur has magic?”

Gwaine sat up slowly, propping himself up on his elbows before sating, “Well, he could have, but he clearly doesn’t know about it.”

The pair laughed together. It felt good, like the world was returning to rights.

“And after that, we made a plan to enter Camelot and fight Morgana and Helios, which clearly worked, and we found you.” Percival finished his story in a less than dramatic style, which Gwaine was grateful for.

The sun was rising and he was tired. The first light of the sun hit the castle walls and the golden rays made everything look even more majestic, including Percival. Gwaine leaned forward, rested on his knees and cupped Percival’s face in his hands. “Thank you for saving me.” He leaned down and kissed Percival more deeply than before, and Percival matched it. He turned around and pulled Gwaine closer, his hands shaping and moulding Gwaine’s body into his. Gwaine’s legs straddled Percival as they drank each other in.

The distant sound of voices pulled them apart, but Gwaine rested his forehead against Percival’s.

“I would ride into the mouth of Hell for you, too,” Gwaine spoke into Percival’s mouth.

“And I you,” Percival whispered in response.

They stayed there for a few moments before Gwaine let go and stood up, a little unsteady as the lack of food and lack of sleep caught up with him. Percival did the same, and placed a hand on Gwaine’s back to steady him.

“Let’s get you inside.”

Gwaine looked at Percival. In the glowing golden light, he looked radiant. Not even a yawn could mar the beauty of Percival.

“Come to bed with me?”

Percival looked down, a knowing smile on his expression and shook his head.

“For sleeping only, I need it as much as you do,” Gwaine started, “I might sleep better when I know someone is keeping me safe.” Gwaine cocked his head. “And not just anyone.” He smiled.

Percival quickly lost whatever argument he was going to give Gwaine, and nodded.

“I’m so glad to have you, Gwaine.”

Gwaine’s breath caught in his throat. This is what he had wanted for so long, someone wanting him, someone being happy to know him. Tears started to well up in his eyes, but he blinked them back. In return, he offered Percival a smile and squeezed his hand.

“Let’s get some sleep.”

#perwaine #sir gwaine #sir percival #gwaine #merlin #bbc merlin #hurt/comfort #my works #the sword in the stone #the sword in the stone part 2 #percival's backstory #merlin 15th anniversary #these knights honestly #i just want them to be happy together #op #merlin 15 #pergwaine

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 7 months

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I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

#i write for myself but honestly #i'd be lying if i didn't say this is true sometimes

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 8 months

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Raspberry Pie

by Aeris444

The Knight have a day off and Gwaine has a plan…

Words: 1202, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Gwaine/Percival (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Day Off, Attempt at Humor

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43971727

#perwaine #fluff #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 8 months

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Rating: G Pairing: Gwaine/Percival Length: 551 words  Tags: Canon Era, Episode: s05e02 Arthur’s Bane Summary: Gwaine and Percival were captured by Morgana’s men and sent to the caves to search for The Diamair. This is a missing scene before they’re rescued by Arthur and Merlin.

#perwaine #fluff #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 9 months

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I'm just curious.

If one answer is significantly higher than the rest I might do another one where it breaks it down.

Please reblog for a wider reach. The more fandoms this covers the better.

#185 WHAT #also thank you op for asking this question #because looking on ao3 for this made me notice for the first time how many people have left love for my works #kudos and comments and bookmarked them #it filled me with so much glee

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 9 months

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people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

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by highfunctioningclotpole

It started with a single flower appearing out of nowhere. And then more and more start appearing. They all have their different meanings but it was hard to ignore the one thing they had in common. Merlin has to decide whether to let the flowers continue to grow or make a confession and accept what the flowers are trying to tell him.

Words: 2902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Merlin Bingo 2022

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin)

Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Canon Era, Hanahaki Disease, Sort Of, Magic tattoo, Language of Flowers, Fluff

#merthur #fluff #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 9 months

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Never thought that it would end like this

Here it is! My piece for @merwainefest day 7: free day.

Here on ao3 for those on there!

On the training ground, Gwaine gets distracted as Merlin walks past.

Gwaine was feeling rather stupid. He had been too distracted during training to focus properly on the blows Leon was raining down upon him, and now had a nasty gash on his arm that needed looking into. Now, he was sat at the side of the training field as the others kept at it. But, the reason for his distraction was the one tending to the open slice on his forearm.

Merlin.

It wasn’t Gwaine’s fault that Merlin’s arse was the meaning of ‘perky’, and the way his hair caught in the sunlight was too hard for Gwaine to miss. So when Merlin had walked past the training field and bent over at the crucial moment, Gwaine’s eyes went over Leon’s shoulder instead of focusing on the sword that caught Gwaine completely off guard, and blood running down his arm.

Leon hadn’t stopped apologising, even though that’s the whole point of training, Gwaine had told him. But Leon was Leon, and wouldn’t stop fretting until Merlin had come over and told Gwaine to follow him, heading over to a nearby tent, which inside had a basket of bandages and other medicinal items that he stocked for the training ground every morning for these exact moments. Fortunately, Gwaine walked off the field neck-and-neck with Merlin, so he wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ again.

Gwaine felt guilty. It wasn’t right to ogle when Merlin wasn’t aware, and Gwaine knew it. Maybe he’ll say something. Just maybe.

Merlin pulled the basket and asked Gwaine to sit, which he did. Gwaine rested his injured arm on his lap and stared at Merlin’s hand. The young man was working with such dexterity and Gwaine could only watch patiently. His arm hurt, that was true, but he could wait a little longer to watch Merlin at work.

Gwaine thought he heard Merlin mention something, but shrugged and ‘hmm’d in response. He was still watching Merlin at work, collecting bottles, bandages and something resembling a spoon?

“Gwaine?” Merlin was smiling when Gwaine looked at him, and that almost did the knight in. Merlin’s toothy grin was his weakness, and in this close proximity to it? That smile was a lethal weapon. It could bring anyone to their knees.

He snapped back into the world, and nodded, “Yes?” He responded, not meeting Merlin’s eyes.

“Can you hold this for me?” Merlin held a jar of a sticky, amber-coloured liquid. It had a faint scent.

“Is that honey?” Gwaine asked, and went to dip his fingers in it to taste it.

Merlin’s smile widened as he withdrew the honey jar. “It’s not to eat,” he said softly with a small laugh, “but yes, it’s honey.”

Gwaine felt his cheeks heat up, as he did when he heard Merlin laugh, but hoped Merlin was too occupied with the jar or the cut or something else to notice. He held his hand out to take the jar, from Merlin, and as he did his fingers brushed Merlin’s. It was an innocent gesture, until he heard Merlin cough awkwardly. Gwaine looked up. Merlin’s face was also flushed.

“Merlin.”

The pair looked at each other. Gwaine swam in Merlin’s blue eyes for what felt like eternity and felt himself leaning forwards.

Merlin couldn’t take his eyes off the knight, but snapped out of the daze, shook his head, and looked away.

Gwaine leaned backwards. It was now or never.

“Merlin, has anyone ever told you…” Now or never, Gwaine, “…how blue your eyes are?” Merlin looked at him incredulously. “They’re more blue than the sky.”

“Um, thanks?” Merlin spoke quietly, spooning honey out of the jar and smearing it on Gwaine’s arm. “Honey is good to clean the wound, that’s good advice for you.”

Merlin kept talking, listing the medicinal properties of honey and other common plants and herbs, but Gwaine wasn’t really listening. He felt like he might explode. He was staring at Merlin’s lips. Gorgeous and lovely and inviting and kissable-

Gwaine leaned forward and kissed Merlin mid-word. It was a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Gwaine noticed Merlin had stopped moving and was staring right at Gwaine.

“What…?”

Gwaine breathed a very nervous laugh. Since when did Gwaine get nervous? “I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t do that.”

A pause. Neither of them moved, spoke, breathed.

“Was that ok?”

At first, Gwaine wasn’t sure if Merlin would respond at all. Merlin opened and closed his mouth, then finally said. “That was nice.”

Nice? “Nice?”

“Yes,” Merlin continued, “It was unexpected, but it was nice.” They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Merlin spoke again. “I really need to finish dressing this.”

“Yes, of course,” Gwaine held out the honey towards Merlin, but his sweaty palm wasn’t helping, so he held it balanced on his leg. His heart was racing. That was not a reaction he could have predicted. What would he do now? Merlin said it was ‘nice’, which was about as useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.

“Gwaine,” Merlin spoke as he took a bandage and started wrapping up Gwaine’s arm. “Is this how you truly feel?”

“Yes, Merlin, for a while now.” Gwaine paused, wondering how to say exactly how he felt. “You have no idea how hard it is seeing you every day around the castle with your perfect arse and gorgeous eyes and soft hands-”

“I think I do, Gwaine,” was Merlin’s response, and before Gwaine could even form a confused frown, Merlin’s lips were on his.

This kiss was longer, deeper, yet still soft, and full of desire and longing and wanting, from Gwaine and mirrored by Merlin. It was over far too soon for Gwaine’s liking and he was left wanting more.

Merlin pulled away and held a finger to Gwaine’s lips to stop him from protesting.

“Before you say anything, we can continue this later,” Merlin started with a smile on his lips, “but you need to get back out there or people might talk.”

“Oh, let them talk.” Gwaine swatted away Merlin’s hand and took Merlin’s chin with his good hand and kissed him deeply. Merlin, however, could only laugh and pull away.

“I would love for this to continue, but not now, Gwaine.” The knight pulled his best puppy dog eyes, but Merlin did not fall for it. Accepting defeat, Gwaine dropped his head and stood up. Merlin tidied the place and stood up, faced Gwaine and expressed, “You have no idea how happy I am that this happened, Gwaine, and I can’t wait for it to continue.” Gwaine couldn’t believe it either, and the fact that he was speechless made it much more apparent. He couldn’t remember a time he had been more lost for words.

“Now get out there, and show them all that your arm hasn’t fallen off. And, please put Arthur on his arse at least once.”

Gwaine beamed a huge grin across his face. “After you, my dear.” Gwaine bowed as Merlin laughed and walked past. Now was his chance.

Gwaine smacked Merlin’s backside as he left the tent.

Merlin looked back, rubbing his behind.

“Oi!”

#merwaine #mergwaine #merlin #merlin bbc #sir gwaine #merwaine fest #merwaine fest 2023 #merwainefest2023 #i hope you enjoy this!!!#i discovered merwaine fest far too late so this is my one entry in on time #however the other prompts look v ~tasty~ too #so might write some now but post later? would that be ok @ mods #or do i need to write them asap be included in this fest #anyway #merci #where_the_kissing_never_stops #wtkns #op #my works

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 10 months

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He curls his hands into tight fists that he can’t feel and presses them up against his forehead. Ethan doesn’t know how long he sits like that but it doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters now.

Benji— he thinks and his mind stutters and stops. God, please—

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Benji is killed in a van explosion, or so Ethan thinks.

Warnings for: descriptions of explosions and the aftermath, grief, angst, emotional pain, talk of death, minor injuries, panic attacks, and fluff (the comfort part of h/c). Spoilers for the fic and talk of death under the cut.

I wrote some of my own experiences in dealing with death and grief into this fic, literally some of things I was thinking, or that were said to me. I think that's why it took me so long to finish it.

One of the things I dealt with after my dad died was this sense of what a domineering presence he had been in my life, and when he was gone I literally didn't know what I was supposed to do anymore. I felt set adrift on the ocean without a compass. I didn't realize how many choices that I thought I had made for myself were really choices to please him. That truly shocked me. The person who had controlled so much my life was gone in a way that moving three thousand miles across the country to get away had not prepared me for. Don't get me wrong, I loved my dad and I know he loved me, but he was very overbearing. The whole family lived our lives in accordance with his wishes, with making sure he wouldn't get upset and trying everything to placate his volatile temper. In the story I replaced how death revealed my father's domination over my life with how death made Ethan realize that so much of what he does is because he loves Benji, that Benji took up so much space in Ethan's life because he was in love with him.

#benthan #hurt/comfort #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 10 months

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Waking up in Vegas (that’s what you get)

by Salamandair

Percy wakes up in the morning with a ring on his finger, in bed with Gwaine, his best friend, and no memory of last night.

What the hell happened last night?

Words: 4983, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gwaine (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Relationships: Gwaine/Percival (Merlin), Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Percival (Merlin), Gwaine & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine & Percival (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Lack of Communication, Accidental Marriage, Implied Sexual Content, implied drunk sex, Established Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), rated m for the implied sex, Based on a Katy Perry Song, Dramatic Gwaine is dramatic

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47704165

#perwaine #fluff #rec

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where-the-kissing-never-stops · 10 months

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ICYMI, there was fear that companies were scraping public AO3 fics to train their AI without the consent of AO3 or its users. That fear has been confirmed.

AO3 has written about what they’re doing (and what they’re not able to do), and they recommend restricting your work to AO3 registered users only. [Instructions here]

This gross misuse of the archive by techbros is why I’ve locked down my fics for the foreseeable future. I recommend the rest of you do the same.

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voice test: PT Benji AU

back when this AU was simpler (i.e. three days ago) I wrote a fast voice check for it. now the outline has, uh, evolved so this snippet might not be in the final product, but here.

this was directly inspired by that gifset I just reblogged.

It was a cool day in December, and the next session on Benjamin Dunn's calendar was tastefully redacted.

These appointments showed up on his digital calendar as blank blocks. No name, no information, just a colored square stretched out, taking up space and ensuring no one else booked him for the slot.

This was, in Benji's opinion, really stupid. These blank appointments only meant one thing; an agent of the Impossible Mission Force was on their way to see him. He understood that the IMF didn't legally exist in any way, so signs of its presence were always obscured. But since no one else used the same tactic on his calendar, it meant the implications were pretty damned obvious once you knew what they meant.

Sighing, Benji worked on finishing his notes on the rehab session he'd just completed.

There was a single knock at his door before it opened. "You're ten minutes early," Benji said, fingers still moving at decent 60 WPM clip as he summarized his last appointment.

"What, you haven't been waiting on bated breath for me? I'm hurt, Benji," Ethan Hunt said, shutting and locking the door behind him as he arrived.

"You're always hurt, Mr. Hunt," Benji pointed out, leaning to look around the monitor of his computer, taking in a cursory preview of what bullshit Ethan had put himself through this time. It had been almost six months since Ethan's last appointment, which was ample time for him to get into an impressive amount of trouble.

Also, point of fact: Ethan was never early to his appointments. This was an incident that defied precedent and thus made Benji nervous.

But at a glance, Ethan seemed fine, his hands in his jacket pockets, his head moving and turning with ease as he looked over Benji's office.

"Hey, you have initials on your name plate," Ethan said, picking up the little bronze stand at the corner of Benji's desk. "Did you wrap up your doctorate? Am I finally talking to the esteemed Doctor Benjamin Dunn?" He lifted his eyes to Benji's and grinned.

"I'm afraid so," Benji said sincerely. "Three more years of my life just thrown on the pyre of higher education."

"Congratulations. Sorry I missed the commencement."

"So did I, I was booked that afternoon." With a rueful shake of his head. "Thank you, really. But you're still early, so have a seat and I'll be over to poke at you in a bit."

As he continued to type, Benji slowly realized that Ethan didn't want to sit. He hovered around the sofa, leaning in to examine some of the playbills Benji had framed on his bookcase, killing time before finally dropping onto a cushion.

The moment he did, it was a mistake; Ethan pressed his fist down against the seat, pushing, his body moving. A long curve bent his spine, his head tipping over the back of the sofa, his tailbone rising right off the seat. "Christ," he muttered, teeth grit. Once he was suspended like that, a javelin's arch from his neck to his knees, he stopped, tensed, body humming.

Benji was on his feet in an instant, circling his desk and going to Ethan, taking hold of his other hand and hooking fingers under Ethan's belt. "For god's sake, Ethan, don't hurt yourself." With both anchors in hand, Benji pulled, helping Ethan back to his feet.

Steadying himself, Ethan gripped Benji's forearm. "Shit, I didn't expect it to hurt that much. I've been keeping mobile."

"I can see that," Benji said, waiting patiently for Ethan to relocate his footing. "What was it this time?"

"Had to climb a sheer wall, thirty foot."

"Ethan…"

"That was the easy part, actually. Falling down the other side, that's what got me. Landed awkwardly."

Benji wasn't sure there was a good way to land from a thirty foot drop. Guiding Ethan along, he drew him over to the table. "Can you lay on your back?"

"Probably," Ethan said, with enough uncertainty Benji understood why he'd arrived so early to his appointment. Helping him up, Benji untied and removed Ethan's shoes, bending his knees so his feet were planted, his legs forming shallow mountain peaks.

"I'm going to flip on the heating element and you're going to wait for me to finish up my notes," Benji prescribed firmly. "Then we'll see about what the hell you've done to your sciatica this time."

"Can't I have it removed at this point?" Ethan asked, breathing deep and even in a way that was more practiced than natural.

"Not how that works," Benji said. Lingering, he rested his palm on Ethan's forearm, watching the shape of his body, looking for any more signs of acute pain.

Rolling his head to the side, looking up at Benji, Ethan said, "I'm good. You can finish your notes, Dr. Dunn."

"Oh, now I get an honorific," Benji groused. "A simulacrum of respect."

"Nothing simulated about it, Benji," Ethan said a touching amount of sincerity.

Which was very kind, but did not last long. In fact, it landed exactly as long as it took for the session to start, when Benji folded Ethan's leg up to his chest.

Ethan cursed a blue streak.

"I have no idea," he ground out, word by word, "why I come here year after year. I'd been in barfights that don't beat me up like you."

Rolling his eyes, Benji boldly hooked Ethan's leg over his shoulder and patted his stomach. "Breathe."

He inhaled. Exhaled. "Ow."

"I don't know, Agent Hunt," Benji said, voice like vanilla, sweet and mild as he gave Ethan an approving pat. "This always happens, and yet you show up ten minutes early like a pain in the ass."

"I'm being a good patient," Ethan countered.

Benji released Ethan's leg, guiding it flat with firm hands as he watched for when the pain kicked in. As soon as the muscle corded, tensed, he helped brace it. "I don't know who's been fibbing to you, but you haven't been a good patient a single day of your life."

#benthan #au #rec

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