05 December 2012 @ 01:00 pm
Prompt #35- Amnesty Week Master List


We are glad that you all enjoyed out amnesty week! Lots of stories were created from previous prompts so please check these wonderful drawbles and drabbles that were created for our first amnesty week prompts. And don’t forget to leave them your love, they all deserve it!

Drabbles can now be posted anywhere you want. Also, our A03 mod is now accepting submissions to our AO3 subcollection for this prompt. If you have any questions about submitting, please let [livejournal.com profile] fuckyeah know.

Masterlist for Prompt #35: Amnesty Week )
 
 
05 December 2012 @ 12:08 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] inspired_being
Title: No Fairy Tale
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: None (depending on your glasses)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Leon, Mordred
Summary: Merlin did his best, but found the ending was not going to go as planned
Warnings: Angst like not tomorrow! Major character death
Word Count: 869
Prompt: #35 Amnesty post – (#1 Skin, #3 Scars, #4 Surrender, #5 Crown, #8 Burn, #9 Tears, #10 Tangled, #11 Temptation, #12 Tease, #13 Time, #14 Reflections, #15 Confessions, #16 Picture Prompt: Bleeding Heart, #18 Gold, #21 Promise, #23 Red, #26 Assumption, #31 Heartbeats, #32 Laugh, #33 Choices, #34 Devotion)
Author's Notes: I couldn’t help myself. When I looked at the list of prompts, with the emotion I’ve been feeling for this season, it all just popped out at me. I intend to write a sequel, but it probably won't be written in time to post it here.


No Fairy Tale )

~*inspired being*~
 
 
Current Mood: frustrated
 
 
05 December 2012 @ 03:43 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] karuvapatta
Title: Wicked Witches And Dark Forests
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin, Mordred, Arthur, Gwaine, Gwen, Leon, Percival
Summary: After Merlin reveals his magic he is banished from Camelot, never to return. Over a year later, Mordred examines some rumours.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1000 and 112
Prompt: #35 Amnesty Post, with #34 Devotion and #13 Time
Author's Notes: None


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05 December 2012 @ 02:57 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] judin
Title: Desperation
Rating: PG-13 (Series rating: R)
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin (Emrys), Queen Annis, other.
Summary: Arthur is made to confront his own beliefs, and Merlin leaves Caerleon.
Warnings: Angst, issues of rape, mentions of violence.
Word Count: 2123
Prompt: #35 Amnesty Post (#16 Picture prompt, #21 Promise (as in "showing promise")).
Author's Notes: There is a lot going on in this chapter, and I hope I've managed to keep track of all the threads: Arthur's feelings and Merlin's feelings and Emrys' feelings and Arthur's challenged views and all the rest. Let me know if something is unclear, or missing, or just plain bad. Also, I'm starting to feel guilty about the whole length-thing again. :(

You can find the rest of this series on AO3, or here at Camelot Drabble.



Desperation )
 
 
05 December 2012 @ 01:30 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: Destiny Sealed With a Kiss
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur is more than a little distracted by Merlin's lips.
Warnings:  None
Word Count: 1,205
Prompt: Amnesty Post (Prompt #1 ~ Skin, Prompt #4 ~ Surrender, Prompt #6 ~ Whispers in the Night, Prompt #8 ~ Burn, Prompt #11 ~ Temptation, Prompt #12 ~ Tease, Prompt #20 ~ Kissing)
Author's Notes: I imagined the timeframe for this story to be either late S2 or perhaps early S3.

This is part of a larger NC-17 piece that wasn't quite ready to post. Once I finish it, I'll post it on FF.net and AO3.


Destiny Sealed With a Kiss

The campfire crackled merrily in the clear early autumn night. A full moon hovered above their heads, signaling the lateness of the hour. He and Merlin really should be sleeping, for they meant to start their day early tomorrow. They would need to ride most of the day to arrive in Camelot by nightfall.

And, to his credit, Merlin was already asleep and had been for some time. No doubt, he was tired from all the game he’d managed to scare away as well as sore from all the riding he’d complained hurt his bottom, Arthur thought, rather uncharitably. Really, how could anyone be so clumsy so many times in one day?

But unfortunately, these were not the thoughts that were keeping Arthur awake. Those were the thoughts he used to try to distract him from what was keeping him up: his obsession with Merlin’s lips.

His manservant’s damn lips were fuller and lusher than any maiden’s.  It was really unfair how pink and plump they were!

Arthur found they were easy enough to ignore…some of the time. But other times, Arthur found himself just staring at Merlin’s mouth as he spoke. And then there were those moments that he would purposefully rile Merlin up just so he could stare at the mesmerizing way those lips moved, pursed, and puckered as he spouted all sorts of snarky nonsense.

And then there were nights like this, when they were alone together and far away from Camelot, with Merlin snuggled up in the bedroll right beside him, those lips mere inches away, soft and slack and innocent in sleep.

It was enough to drive a Prince insane.        

He didn’t even fancy men. He never had. Until now, added a perverse little voice inside his head.

It made absolutely no sense! Merlin was a bumbling idiot with huge ears and an even bigger mouth. Mouth…lips… Arthur’s eyes were drawn back to Merlin’s lips like a moth to a flame. Dammit!

Studying his manservant’s face again, Arthur wondered how he could possibly have missed the fact that Merlin also displayed full, long eyelashes that lay nestled against smooth, alabaster skin that any girl would dream of possessing. He also had deep, curving cheekbones that currently sported a delightful blush of warmth. And the way the firelight played off the waves in Merlin’s ebony hair made Arthur’s fingers itch to test its silkiness.

“Gods, what the hell is wrong with me?” Arthur whimpered aloud as he noticed his cock starting to react to Merlin’s presence.

Despite himself, Arthur slid down into his bedroll and propped himself up on one elbow facing Merlin. Cursing his own weakness, Arthur tentatively reached out with his other hand. I’ll just touch his hair, and that’s it, Arthur reasoned with himself. Just to see if it really is as soft as it looks. And if he wakes up, I could just tell him it was an accident, or I was brushing an ember from the fire away, or…

And then his fingers gently ruffled through the hair at the crown of Merlin’s head, and Arthur’s ability for forming coherent words left him. The ashen waves were silky soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He’d only meant to do it once, but Arthur’s fingers slid through the ebony tresses again and again of their own volition, only serving to arouse him further.

Arthur’s heart began to beat against his ribcage in a heady, taboo rhythm. Slowly, he allowed his hand to slide from Merlin’s hair, instead trailing the backs of his fingers across his angular cheek like a caress. Arthur’s breath caught in his chest as Merlin’s eyelids fluttered… but instead of waking, he turned to lay more fully on his side—leaning slightly towards Arthur—and drifted back into sleep undisturbed.

“This is insane…” Arthur breathed, his voice lower than a whisper. He really shouldn’t be doing this. But, by the gods, he couldn’t help it…

Arthur’s thumb edged down and rubbed a ghostly path across Merlin’s full lower lip, once, twice…and then he mirrored the touch on his upper lip as well. Arthur’s cock twitched and throbbed against his thigh in response to this masochistic torture.

Arthur had never kissed a man before, but oh, he could imagine…especially now that he knew that Merlin’s lips were just as sinfully soft as they looked. Again, Arthur trailed his thumb lightly over the smooth shell pink flesh…and then Merlin’s mouth fell open with a gasp and a needy groan whispered past Arthur’s thumb to swirl around him as Merlin’s hips ghosted forward, shifting against his blanket. 

White hot heat flickered in Arthur’s veins at Merlin’s unconscious response to his attentions. He pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned; terrified that at any moment Merlin’s eyes would open and catch him outright at his unintentional seduction.

Arthur knew he needed to stop this madness, understanding logically that he’d already gone too far, taken too much without permission. But his body flatly refused to listen to his mind. Instead, Arthur leaned forward impulsively…and touched his lips to Merlin’s.  

A jolt of something Arthur had never experienced before shivered down his spine and lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. His lips tasted and teased Merlin’s fuller mouth, each kiss a humble supplication instead of a selfish demand. His free hand caressed and cupped Merlin’s jaw as his fingers buried themselves in the silken hair behind his ear.

There was a second or two of the pliant complacency of sleep before Arthur felt Merlin’s lips twitch and then soften against the gentle onslaught, moving in time with his. Merlin’s body rolled against Arthur’s and suddenly they were touching chest to knees, with only the bedroll blankets between them for padding.

A moment later, Arthur felt Merlin’s hand sliding sinuously up his chest from under the blanket, trying to find an outlet. And then, finally freed from its woolen cocoon, his hand tucked around Arthur’s neck, fingers burying themselves in the short hair at his nape and tugging him even closer. Never once did their lips part.

Arthur groaned in response, and then gently lapped his tongue against Merlin’s lips, asking for admittance that was immediately given. In fact, Merlin’s tongue met Arthur’s in a playful duel, sometimes in Merlin’s mouth, sometimes in Arthur’s.

Finally, oxygen became a necessity and they broke apart, panting and heaving with their foreheads rested on each other’s shoulders. 

“Gods, Merlin…” Arthur gasped, his breath ghosting across Merlin’s neck, making him shiver. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Don’t know…” Merlin replied, sounding dazed. “Besides, you started it…”

Arthur chuckled, “I know.” An embarrassed flush travelled up his neck and cheeks. He untangled his hand from Merlin’s hair and rubbed his face self-consciously. “Look, Merlin…”

Arthur waited until Merlin raised his head and their eyes met, but once he had Merlin’s undivided attention, he had no idea what he wanted to say. “I know you’re my servant and all, but… I would never expect… I mean, I wouldn’t want you to, you know… out of obligation…and…”

A slow, knowing smile bloomed on Merlin’s sexy mouth as he interrupted the stuttering prince. “Arthur?”

 “Yes?” Arthur asked distractedly.

“Too much talking…”


 
 
05 December 2012 @ 12:51 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: In Hot Water
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin sneaks a bath.
Warnings: None
Word Count:  865
Prompt: Amnesty Post (Prompt #1 ~ Skin, Prompt # 3 ~ Scars, Prompt #11 ~ Temptation)
Author's Notes: Set during S4 sometime after 4x06. I had originally wanted this to be a longer/scar reveal story, but I ran out of time. Hopefully, you'll still like it!


In Hot Water

Merlin sighed as he stepped into the steaming water of Arthur’s tub. Yes, technically he was supposed to be cleaning Arthur’s room, but it was so rare that Arthur went out on patrol without him that he just couldn’t resist the temptation. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t use his magic to finish the job in about 30 seconds once he was done…

After all, it had been ages since his last bath! Certainly Gaius did not have a tub of his own and while there were ones provided for the royal household staff to use, they were in public bathhouses. Merlin was a bit modest, sure…but that would not have ordinarily stopped him from using such a place. However, it was what someone would see on him if they walked in while he was bathing that caused him to shun them.

In the seven years since Merlin had become Arthur’s manservant, he had certainly accumulated quite a lot of scars from foes both magic and mortal. Too many and too showy to go unnoticed…and noticed led to questions, questions that Merlin could not easily answer.

So when the knights would strip down at the edge of a lake or river too cool off after a hard day’s ride while on quests or patrols, Merlin reluctantly had to content himself with simply taking his boots and socks off and dipping his toes in the water while they all teased him for his bashfulness.

Merlin reached around on the bottom of the tub for the bar of soap. After retrieving it, he slicked down his neck, his arms, and his chest before sinking himself down neck deep in the water. Of course, this meant he had to scrunch his legs up so that his knees stuck out, but he didn’t mind that so much. Getting his sore shoulders into the warm water was definitely worth it.

Gods! This is just so cozy! Merlin thought as he fought back a yawn. He couldn’t stay in here much longer. He needed to get his work done before Arthur got back. But the morning sun took that moment to come out from behind the clouds and bathe Merlin with warm, golden light and he thought, Just five more minutes…and closed his eyes.

It felt as if the sun must have gone back behind a cloud, blocking out the warmth of the rays and Merlin shivered. Cracking an eye open drowsily, he yelped and startled, sloshing a good amount of water onto the floor; because a very, very Arthur Pendragon shaped cloud was staring stonily down at him.

Merlin…what the hell are you doing?” Arthur bellowed.

Suddenly aware of his very bare (and scarred) state, Merlin tried to surreptitiously slide his chest back into the water before Arthur’s ire abated enough for him to start noticing things. “Um…taking a bath?” he squeaked sheepishly.

“Yes, Merlin. Your gift for stating the obvious knows no bounds,” Arthur snarked. “However, I am rather sure that you were supposed to be cleaning my room this afternoon.”

Merlin suddenly noticed that the bathwater was now tepid and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Surely it hasn’t been that long since you left?”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Merlin, it’s been three hours.”

Merlin shook his head in disbelief. Of course, it was always his luck that things never went to plan… “I’m sorry, Sire. It was meant to be a quick wash. I must have fallen asleep…”

Arthur let out a long-suffering sigh. “And?” He motioned with his hands. “Out!”

Scandalized, Merlin squawked, “What? Now? With you standing right there?”

“Merlin, I do it with you almost every day…surely you’re not that bashful. We do have the same parts, after all.”

Beneath the surface of the water, Merlin’s pruned fingers rubbed against the edges of the burn mark in the center of his chest. Panic began to rise in his throat. Nevertheless, he tried to keep his voice calm. “Yes, actually, I am that bashful, Arthur.”

Arthur gave Merlin the ‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ glare and crossed his arms impatiently across his chest. “Then consider this your punishment for misappropriating my bath. Out. Now.”

Gathering his legs under himself, Merlin reluctantly pushed to a stand. Water cascaded in sheets off his wrinkled body. Merlin hunched forward and crossed his arms across his chest in a vain attempt at hiding the worst of the scars, praying that Arthur was too irritated with him to notice the rest.

But it seemed that the gods hated him today. Before he’d even gotten one leg over the side of the tub, Arthur sucked in a sudden breath. Merlin felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder and spin him around. “By the gods…” Arthur breathed. “What the hell happened to you?”

Merlin rubbed at the bottom of his nose self-consciously and looked anywhere but at Arthur. “Uh…nothing?”

Arthur grasped Merlin by the other shoulder as well and shook him. “How can you stand there looking like you…were mauled by a bear and tell me it’s nothing?”

Merlin took a deep breath as he finally met Arthur’s eyes. “Trust me, Arthur…you really don’t want to know.”


 
 
 
04 December 2012 @ 08:45 am
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Brothers-in-arms
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: hints of Arthur/Gwen if you squint with your head tilted to one side.
Summary: The knights are there for Arthur after Uther's death.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 898
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 7, Family
Author's Notes: Think this is all I'm going to have time for. Oh well, four for one prompt wasn't bad, got some of the ones that I had missed done.

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Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: I kissed a girl, Katy Perry
 
 
04 December 2012 @ 12:26 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] karuvapatta
Title: Reaching Out
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, one-sided Mordred/Merlin
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred
Summary: Mordred and Merlin try to get some work done in the library. Arthur interrupts.
Warnings: Some violence, sexual fantasies
Word Count: 994
Prompt: #28 Jealousy
Author's Notes: Okay, this is slightly rushed and unbeta'd, and I will come back later to make sure this was a good idea. It's Modern AU with magic (and referenced prejudice against magic users). Mordred is seventeenish, Arthur and Merlin are around twenty. Happy Amnesty Week, everyone!



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03 December 2012 @ 08:34 pm
Title: A Chance Meeting
Author: [livejournal.com profile] magnolia822
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin is late for class but needs his coffee, Arthur is the prat he runs into . . . and recognizes from . . . somehwere? (I couldn't help it, this drabble is based on lillybells' final Merlin chibi gifset).
Prompt: #13: Time
Warnings: Implied character death (reincarnation).
Word Count: 987


The queue at his usual Starbucks was halfway out the door, strange for a Wednesday; when he huffed and crossed his arms a middle-aged woman with a child in tow gave him a sympathetic smile and explained, Eggnog Latte season, love. Merlin frowned, chancing a glimpse at the clock on the wall as he debated what to do. It was either suffer the wrath of his stodgy English lecturer or go the morning without caffeine and thus endure the inevitable headache that came along with ignoring his addiction.

Decision made, he fell in behind a blond man wearing an expensive sport coat to wait his turn at the counter. The queue moved quickly until a woman with an office-wide order began rattling off drink after drink. In front of him, the blond bloke sighed with exasperation and glanced at the clock. Merlin smiled to himself, feeling the secret commiseration of annoyed and harried adults when routines are thwarted. He spent the next few minutes staring at the back of the bloke’s tan-for-December in England neck, wondering where he worked, what kind of coffee he’d order. Black, Venti. No frills. In and out, easy.

When Merlin’s turn finally came, he greeted Gwen the barista and ordered a small Eggnog Latte because why the hell not, it was the holidays after all, ferreting around in his pockets for loose change.

“Nice jumper,” Gwen said, giving him a wide smile.

“Thanks.” He felt a blush heat his face. “Actually my mum made it.”

Normally Merlin didn’t make a habit out of wearing clothing that featured reindeers frolicking, but it was cold enough to freeze bollocks and the rest of his wardrobe was dirty—it was far past time he did laundry.

Gwen laughed. “She’s very talented. And you wear it with such beautiful irony.”

“Er, I guess that’s a good thing?” He pushed up the frames of his thick-rimmed glasses.

“Yeah, it is. Cheers, Merlin.”

“Cheers.” Merlin smiled back and accepted his change, tossing it into the tip jar, then stood to the side to wait for his coffee. Fuck, now he was really going to be late, but at last his order was called and he grabbed his drink from the counter and whirled around towards the exit, running smack dab into the blond man from the queue, sending both of their hot coffees flying into the air—and down the front of the bloke himself.

“Watch where you’re going, you complete idiot!”

“Shite! Sorry, sorry,” Merlin said, swiping at the ruined jacket with a napkin, a fruitless action which only served to spread the mess of his foamy latte.

“Give me that!” the blond yelled. “Do you have any idea how expensive this jacket is? It’s a bloody Tom Ford.” His blue eyes narrowed as he considered Merlin’s ridiculous-as-of-now Christmas jumper.

“Well you don’t have to be such a prat about it!” Merlin said, blindly groping for more napkins, which he thrust against the man’s rather broad chest. “I apologised. It was an accident.”

“An accident that’s going to make me late for a very, very important meeting.” Despite his imperious tone, Merlin couldn’t help noticing the prat was fit. He had the kind of jaw one could spend an entire day contemplating (or biting) and his lips were full and rosy, slightly chapped from the cold. And they were frowning at him.

Merlin cringed as he regarded the ruined suit jacket and the fine silk shirt beneath it. “I’m really, really sorry. Look, I . . . I’ll pay for it.” He reached into his pockets and gathered the rest of his loose change, holding it out with the hand he wasn’t using to dab at the mess.

“Are you kidding me? Two pounds twenty?”

“It’s all I have, all right? This coffee was fucking expensive.” He stared morosely at the floor and the puddle of delicious goodness gone to waste. Maybe Gwen would take pity on him and give him another.

The blond snorted. “What the hell is it, anyway? Smells like—” He sniffed, wrinkling his nose with disdain. “Holiday cheer.”

Merlin leaned a bit closer and inhaled, catching a whiff of the latte mingled with whatever cologne the prat wore, something woodsy and intense.

“That’s the, er, cinnamon. It’s eggnog.”

“I abhor eggnog.”

All of a sudden Merlin, completely overcome with the ridiculousness of the situation, snorted, and his snort immediately morphed into a laugh. It was horrible—before long he had a case of the church-laughs and couldn’t stop, could barely get a breath, and the prat was looking at him like he was completely mental, mouth slightly ajar. And that only made Merlin laugh harder. The prat had adorably crooked top teeth.

“What’s so funny?”

“You!” Merlin howled, clutching his sides. “Who abhors eggnog? I mean, you can dislike it, sure, but abhor is a strong word for such an innocuous beverage.”

“Innocuous?” The prat was glaring at him now, though the corners of his mouth seemed to be debating whether to smile or frown. “You and your eggnog are a menace to society, clearly.” The smile finally won.

Their eyes met again, and Merlin nearly gasped as the strangest sense of déjà vu he’d ever felt washed over him. There was something so familiar about this man, something he couldn’t put his finger on, and the harder he wracked his brain the more confused he grew.

The prat’s smile became confused, too.

They spoke simultaneously:

“—know you from somewhere?”

“—seem so familiar.”

All around them people were getting their coffee, hurrying to work or to school or to loaf, and Merlin couldn’t stop staring because right then, for no reason at all, he was going mad. There was a field and a bright red flag waving, not victorious, and the fading embers of the eyes of the man he loved as the life drained from his body.

“Arthur?”
 
 
03 December 2012 @ 07:38 pm
Title: Exposure
Author: [livejournal.com profile] millionstar
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, AU
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Photographer Arthur gets an unexpected eyeful.
Prompt: Prompt #26: Assumption, Prompt # 29: Misunderstandings, Prompt #35: Amnesty Post
Word Count: 824

In the nude. Starkers. )
 
 
Current Mood: melancholy
 
 
03 December 2012 @ 11:09 am
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Believe
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Characters: Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine
Summary: In which Arthur does not pine and Gwaine has some unusually good advice.
Warnings: FLUFF!!
Word Count: 624
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 22 qoute
Author's Notes: Can't believe that I missed this one!

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Current Mood: good
Current Music: Time after Time, John Barrowman
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 02:47 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9
Title: A Cure For All Ills
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Arthur, Gwaine
Summary: Gwaine's twisted his ankle. Arthur's fixing it.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 403
Prompt: Amnesty Prompt - Superboy (photo)
Author's Notes: Well this was fun to write
......... )
 
 
Current Mood: grumpy
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 01:27 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thecheekydragon
Title: Inked
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur gets inked and then a show.
Word Count: 550
Prompt: 27 (Tattoos)
Author's Notes: Started this fic about two years ago but never got very far along with it. Here's an excerpt.

Inked )
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 10:40 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] luxorien
Title: Heavy Is the Book That Clobbers the Servant
Rating: G
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin cleans. Arthur butchers words. Sometimes he just wants to hit his servant in the head with a book.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 550
Prompt: #28 Jealousy (#35 Amnesty Post)

Arthur scratched out another section of hasty scrawl and began idly calculating the share of his personal wealth that went to discarded parchment. )
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 09:46 am
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Crown
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: It looked natural. It looked perfect.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 909
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 5, Crown
Author's Notes: I'm loving doing some of the ones that I missed first time around!

Merlin was hiding in the cupboard. )
 
 
Current Mood: cold
Current Music: The White one is Evil, Elliot Minor
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 09:08 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: Pondering the Possibilites
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin and Mordred
Summary: AU episode Coda to 5X09 "With All My Heart"
Warnings: Spoilers through 5X09
Word Count: 1,970
Prompt: Amnesty Post (Prompt # 8 ~ Burn, Prompt #22 ~ Quote)
Author's Notes: Watching the last scene of 5X09 made me think that this might have been a perfect time for another heart-to-heart between Mordred and Merlin. Hope you think so, too!


Pondering the Possibilites

“That was your magic back there, wasn’t it?” Mordred asked in a way that meant he wasn’t really asking; he knew.

Merlin felt his pulse flutter and his breath catch at the thought that Mordred knew this secret, too…that he held this powerful sword of knowledge over his head. Not wanting to let on how much this disturbed him, Merlin said nothing.

But, it seemed, Mordred still knew; he could sense Merlin’s unease and discomfort. “Have no fear. I will not divulge your secret. “

Silence fell between them like a thick, stifling blanket.

“Can’t be easy to do so much for so little reward,” Mordred continued conversationally, but something in his tone still rankled Merlin.

“I do not seek reward,” Merlin spit back, his hackles raised against Mordred’s inference.

Mordred gave Merlin a sidewise glance. “Recognition, then.”

Merlin practically cut him off. “My friends are safe and well. That’s all I require.”

“Is it?” Mordred asked, turning in the saddle to look fully into Merlin’s—no Emrys’—face.

Merlin’s jaw clenched in barely disguised fury. “Yes.”

Mordred gave a tiny snort of disbelief. “You may tell yourself that if you wish, Emrys…but you do not fool me. I understand you better than you think.”

Now it was Merlin’s turn to snort. “Hardly. You could not possibly understand.”

Mordred did not look at Merlin as he spoke. “Do not be so sure. I also hide what I am before Arthur…before the Queen…all the knights. Knowing I am different from them; more powerful in ways they cannot fathom. Yet, I hide in plain sight. Even with these people who matter to me, who I care for, I am not free to truly be myself. It is a lonely existence; and a painful one.”

Merlin spared Mordred one mutinous look but did not deign to reply.

“Who do you have that knows the real you, Merlin? That knows what you have done over and over again for Arthur, for Camelot? Only Gaius, yes?”

Mordred glanced sidelong at Merlin, watching as the older man’s jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbed, giving away the answer that Merlin wouldn’t voice aloud.

“We share this secret, Emrys. Why could we not also share this burden with each other? Your cause is noble; you wish only to help Arthur become the great king he is meant to be, who will bring equality and understanding to all his people. I would like to help you achieve this aim.”

Despite himself, Merlin felt the yearning that the young Druid knight’s words wrung from the deepest parts of his soul. Not since Lancelot had he had someone to share his secret with, to cover for him, to understand and accept him for who he was.  He wished desperately he could believe Mordred’s earnest appeal…but after what he’d seen in Lochru’s scrying pool, he did not dare. Instead, Merlin kept his eyes trained on Arthur’s horse and tried to pretend that Mordred were not right beside him.

As Merlin continued to ignore him, Mordred became frustrated. “Why, Emrys? Why do you not trust me? Have I not saved yours or Arthur’s lives several times already? What have I done to earn such a deep level of mistrust? Tell me that, at least!”

It is not what you have done; it is what you will do, Merlin wanted to say, but did not dare. Instead he said, “You told me once that you would never forgive me, Mordred…and that you would never forget what I’d done.”

Mordred let out an exasperated breath. “And you think I’ve been holding a grudge all this time? With all due respect, Merlin, I was but a boy: a young boy who had been recently orphaned and manipulated by others.”

“I looked up to you like a hero. Having heard stories of you since I was in my cradle…how could I not? And then to meet the actual Emrys; it was an honor…a blessing.”

“But I had a child’s understanding of the world. I was not prepared to find that Emrys was not the godlike figure of legend, but a man, and a young man at that. I was not prepared for you to be human and fallible, for you to have the same foibles and fears as the rest of us.”

“At the time, I thought you had betrayed me…that you had betrayed the destiny you were born to bring forth. I did not understand then the complicated and delicate the nature of your work, the finesse and patience required to reach your goal.”

“But I do now. I see in Arthur all that you have made him: a man of honor, of caring, of trust and nobility. He is a king that truly cares for his people. You saw that potential in him long ago and helped bring it to light. And Albion is a better place for it.”

“Fear my wrath no longer, Emrys, for I set it aside long ago.”

“Perhaps for now, you have, Mordred…but I know your emotional tie to Morgana is strong.”

Mordred looked down, studying his hands on the reins for a long moment before replying so softly, Merlin almost couldn’t hear, “At one time, yes, it was. And for many years, I dreamed of finding her again. But I discovered in Ismere that the Morgana I loved like a sister is no more. And while that realization is painful, I have accepted it.”

“Had I wanted my revenge, all I had to do was tell Morgana what I know. But I have not. She asked me about Emrys, you know…back there at the Cauldron. Wanted to know if I was with him, if he was there, helping us.”

Despite himself, Merlin asked, “What did you tell her?”

Mordred smirked, “I told her that were Emrys there, we should both have been able to sense his great power.”

Merlin let out an amused snort. “No, she never could sense my magic. Most don’t. Even the Dochraid did not understand the depth of my power.”

“The Dochraid?” Mordred gasped. “You went to see the Dochraid?”

“I had to,” Merlin admitted. “She was the only person besides Morgana who knew how to break the enchantment on Gwen.”

“And she told you?”

“Not willingly. But I was able to persuade her,” Merlin admitted fiercely.

Mordred fought back a little shiver at the latent power just in Emrys’ voice. “Well, I’m glad you did. It’s good to have the Queen back, safe and sound.”

Again, Merlin felt his soul being tugged in two directions. He wanted to believe Mordred; he truly did. The young man sounded sincere, and his explanation made sense. Yet everything he’d been told about the young man before him pointed toward his ultimate betrayal of all Merlin held dear.

“You spoke before of my patience, my finesse when it comes to Arthur. How long are you prepared to wait for Arthur to accept magic before you turn your back on him; before you decide that would be easier without him like so many sorcerers have before you?” Merlin asked, every word an accusation that he could not otherwise voice.

Mordred’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “I will wait as long as it takes, Emrys. I believe in you.”

Merlin pursed his lips, wary of the compliment.

“But, unlike you, I do not think that day is a long way off.”

To Merlin, it felt like his destiny was growing further and further away rather than closer. He shook his head in a sign of disbelief and sighed.

Merlin was startled when Mordred reached across and tugged on Merlin’s reins to stop both their mounts.

“Merlin, I believe that Arthur is ready to know about magic. He’s ready to know about you.”

Merlin shook his head, his eyes darting back and forth but could not light upon Mordred’s face for fear of what the young man would find there.

“Yes,” Mordred insisted. “He agreed to use magic to save the Queen, and it worked; you were able to save her. It will forever change his views on magic. And if someone like you came forth…someone he trusted…”

“No, no…” Merlin shook his head more vehemently.

Mordred’s voice cut over Merlin’s urgently. “Yes, Merlin. In fact, I believe that Arthur has been ready for years now; it has been you that has been holding back.”

“You don’t understand,” Merlin insisted, a hint of desperation coloring his tone. “Arthur has lost everything to magic. He would see it as the highest form of betrayal…especially from me.”

Merlin, noticing for the first time how far ahead Arthur was, spurred his horse into action once more.

Mordred followed suit, catching up to Merlin almost immediately. Mordred’s face was sympathetic.  “You are afraid of what he’ll think of you; afraid of what he might do.”

Merlin gave Mordred one succinct nod.

“I do not believe you give Arthur enough credit, Merlin. I did not have to be around the two of you long to see that you share a very close bond; more like brothers than master and servant.”

“No,” Merlin shook his head sadly. “You saw him today. He didn’t even remember I was there…”

“Merlin, you know that is an unfair judgment. He’d just gotten Guinevere back when he thought she’d be lost to him forever. Can you not forgive him just a little for being a bit absentminded under those conditions?”

Merlin huffed. He could. Of course he could…but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

“Merlin, the whole time you were gone on your quest to see the Dochraid, Arthur stood at a window overlooking the courtyard, awaiting your return.”

Merlin turned to stare at Mordred, wide-eyed and blushing. “Really?”

Mordred nodded. “Yes. You cannot tell me that you do not matter to the king. I have only been in Camelot a few months, but I cannot count how many times I have seen him seek your counsel. Can you not imagine how much better it will be once he is able to see you as an equal, once he understands all you have done for him?”

It was almost as if Mordred’s words were weaving a spell around Merlin, bringing to life a spark of hope that he had long thought extinguished.

“Really, Merlin…what’s the worst that Arthur would do to you?”

“Hanged, beheaded, burned at the stake…” Merlin listed immediately.

Mordred wanted to argue the point, but decided on another tactic instead. “Tell me this then, Merlin… What do you think Arthur would have done if he’d found out about Morgana’s magic while she was still good? Do you think that would have been her fate?”

Merlin shook his head vehemently. “No, of course not! I believe that Arthur would have tried to help her as best he could, had he known. He loved her like a sister even before he knew that’s what she was.”

“Then why would you think he would do any differently for you? You, who are as close as a brother to him and have spent the last ten years earning his trust?”

“That’s precisely why, Mordred! Because Arthur has spent the last ten years trusting a sorcerer!”

“Warlock,” Mordred corrected automatically.

“Like that would make a damn bit of difference!”

“Actually, I believe it would. If he understood that magic was never a choice for you, I think it would.”

Merlin shook his head no. “I can’t.”

“So you don’t trust Arthur, then?”

“No…” Merlin stammered, flustered, “I do, but…”

“You have the ability to change all this for us, Merlin. You do. All our dreams can come true, if only you have the courage to pursue them."

And with that last bit of wisdom, Mordred spurred his horse forward, leaving Merlin to trail behind and ponder the possibilities.

 
 
02 December 2012 @ 09:05 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9
Title: Bruised Black and Blue
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Mordred/Galahad(OC)
Character/s: Mordred, Galahad(OC)
Summary: Galahad never notices it shouldn't be happening. Mordred does, but there isn't a thing he can do about it
Warnings: References to a violent, abusive relationship
Word Count: 203
Prompt: Amnesty Prompt - Skin
Author's Notes: Oh hello, back to normal with the boys. I just couldn't resist!

......... )
 
 
Current Mood: stressed
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 12:16 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_faerie
Title: Crowns Of A Queen
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: minister
Summary: Gwen and Arthur get married.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 421
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 5 Crown
Author's Notes: Modern Camelot Please check the list on AO3 to see where it goes.
All previous prompts are on AO3

Crowns Of A Queen )
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 12:13 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_faerie
Title: Caught In Her Tangled Mess
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana
Summary: Morgana has a plan for Merlin.
Warnings: pregnancy
Word Count: 184
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 10 Tangled
Author's Notes: Modern Camelot Please check the list on AO3 to see where this one goes.
All previous prompts are on AO3

Caught In Her Tangled Mess )