Silent Thinker

Ranking of Fandom Tropes

inspired_being — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 04:46:39 GMT

I saw this on birdsofshore and isinuyasha's journals this morning thought why not. I did it twice, as the first time I wasn't sure what a few of the tropes were. I think this is reasonably accurate for my ranking of these particular tropes.
Since I'm not particularly involved in fandom these days and don't get much time to play, the main question I asked, was what usually grabs my attention in summaries and makes me want to explore further; thinking of mainly the HP and Merlin universes.

1. Enemies to Friends to Lovers
2. Hurt/Comfort
3. Seemingly Unrequited Pining
4. Coffee House AU/Food Service AU
5. Fake Out Make Out
6. Rivalmancy
7. Friends to Lovers
8. Reincarnation/'25 Lives' AU
9. Magical Connection (telepathy, etc)
10. Espionage AU
11. Trapped in an Elevator/Snowed-In Cabin/etc
12. High School/Uni AU
13. Fake Dating/Fake Marriage Accidentally Turns Into Feelings
14. Found Families
15. Incest
16. Age Difference (possibly due to time travel)
17. Royalty/Arranged Marriage
18. Adopting/Raising a Baby
19. Amnesia
20. 'Groundhog Day'/Karmic Time Warp
21. Soulmate Identifying Marks: Tattoo, Red Thread of Fate, etc
22. Role Reversal AU
23. Vampires/Werewolves AU
24. Actually Unrequited Pining
25. A/B/O
26. Loyalty Kink
27. Selfcest (possibly due to time travel)
28. Sex Pollen

I think the trend is, give me story and emotions! Think I'm pretty much over PWP these days...

Here is the link to the ranking thingy, if you wanna try: http://ellimists.tumblr.com/

~*inspired being*~

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inspired_being — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 12:52:26 GMT

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Help! Need Beta!

inspired_being — Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:42:37 GMT

Is anyone willing to do a really quick beta for my camelot_drabble holiday exchange fic of about 5k for me?

As usual, I'm struggling to get it done because I over commit and procrastinate too much. Hoping to have it finished within the next 12hrs!

Help, please???!!!

My posting date is 28th (US time), but have to send it to the mods to check first before I can post.

Finishing A Sidelined WIP

inspired_being — Thu, 30 Oct 2014 02:13:25 GMT

I have a few WIP I've all but abandoned hoping that one day I might find the time and inspiration to pick up the pieces and try again. I'm relatively content with those.

But there is one story that has been bugging me. I started it earlier this year for the MerlinRBB and though I was relatively determined to finish the challenge, even writing for a month or 2 after the fest had wrapped up, life happen and the drive to write petered out.

If I remember correctly, I think I have like 20k worth of story so far and it hasn't even really hit it's peak yet.

When I last looked at the fic in an attempt to write some more, I found I felt I'd lost or totally changed the characterizations as well as any reference to side characters I'd had in the beginning of the fic. It almost felt like I'd tipped the tables on the characterization of the main pair.

Anyway, I've still have an outline for the ending and I reckon that might take another 10k or so to flesh out.

I have some ideas, but haven't convinced myself on how I should tackle:
a) Finding the drive to write again
b) The wayward characterization
c) Getting back into the story

Suggestions?

I'm thinking of setting a goal to finish it by the end of the year, too.

Special One

inspired_being — Thu, 12 Dec 2013 14:00:15 GMT

Title: Special One
Rating: R
Genre: Canon
Pairing/s: Leon/Mordred
Character/s: (brief mentions) Arthur, Elyan, Percival, Gwaine
Summary: Arthur doesn’t want to be bothered by the enthusiastic Mordred so he sends Leon to take care of him and Leon takes his job very seriously.
Warnings: Slight dubcon, blowjobs, rimming
Word Count: 6168
Challenge: merlin_writers Daisy Chain 2
Beta: ms_bekahrose
Author's Notes: Firstly, a big Thank You to kitty_fic for being patient while this fic grew so much larger than I expected and I made slow progress and also for cheering me on! My second big Thank You goes to ms_bekahrose for being my biggest cheerleader and putting her hand up straight away when I asked for a beta. It means a heap!!!To all the others who sprinted and cheered with me in chat while I whined and wrote this, love to you all!
This pairing started out as a crazy, half-baked, sleep deprived idea and somewhat of a challenge to myself. I'd hardly written Leon before this, but that's where the chain was up to and I couldn't leave just anyone with Merlin in the last pairing (or, I didn't want to). Mordred, who I'd not written before, was the only one that appealed to my muse. So Leon/Mordred became my pairing.
I hope you'll give them a chance, like I did. Happy reading!!!

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Glad to have avoided an afternoon of being in the company of yet another doting young Knight, Arthur watched Sir Leon lead Mordred away from the Council Chambers.

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Having been at the King’s side since Arthur was a young Prince, Leon was a seasoned veteran in adjusting the course of eager to please Knights. Within a month or two of Leon’s guidance they generally settled back into the pack and stayed their place until Arthur called them forward.

On Arthur’s orders, Leon guided Mordred away from the Council Chambers he had vacated ahead of the King. He had been waiting for the chance to get to know the new recruit a little better. He could see that this one was ready and willing to serve Camelot or, if he was being honest, to serve Arthur.

Leon took it upon himself to help the younger Knights through their first months, since he understood how hard it was being new and had seen so much, there were few questions he couldn’t answer.

“Where are we going?” Mordred said, looking back at the older Knight.

“That would depend on what you wanted to know,” Leon answered swiftly.

Mordred stopped in his tracks and turned back to Leon, causing the older Knight to nearly walk into him. Leon stabilised, took a step back and gave Mordred a questioning look. He could see the young man’s brain working furiously behind his eyes.

“Where are you taking me?” Mordred tried again.

“Down this hall and out the castle doors,” Leon said matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Why not? It’s a lovely day outside.” Leon continued walking without looking to whether Mordred would follow and called, “Elyan and the others are likely out in the practice fields.” That usually got the newer Knights to change their mind about bothering the King. There was no better way to please Arthur than to show him you have some skill. He slowed his steps a little to quieten his footfalls so it was easier to hear when Mordred’s indecision ended and he started following him again.

Elyan, Percival and Gwaine were indeed in the practice fields when Leon and Mordred reached them. Percival and Elyan were duelling with a mace and one-handed flail respectively, while Gwaine had a squire acting as his moving target so he could practice his sword work, although Leon was pretty sure he was just showing off.

Leon walked up to the weapons rack and drew one of the swords. He then stepped back and gestured for Mordred to take his pick. The new Knight moved in to draw one of the remaining swords. Leon noted he didn’t look all that comfortable with a sword in his hand; like there was another weapon he would prefer that wasn’t there to be chosen. He had seen a similar look on Merlin’s face at one stage. He shrugged and thought it was likely to have something to do with the way they’d been raised. It didn’t matter. Mordred would get used to wielding a sword soon enough.

Leon and Mordred moved to an unoccupied part of the practice fields where they had enough space to manoeuvre without getting in the way of the others. Leon started to circle and Mordred keep his distance from the senior Knight.

Not really in the mood for duelling, Mordred let his thoughts escape through his mouth. “You must have fought by Arthur’s side on many occasions. What’s he like in a big battle?”

“Arthur leads from the front,” Leon answered easily, keeping his keen focus on Mordred’s movements in case the question was meant as a distraction. “He doesn’t shy away from the front line and you know he’ll always have your back just as you look out for his.”

“I do get that impression. Like he sees himself on our level. Why do you think that is?”

Leon wasn’t sure where Mordred was going with his line of questioning and he was getting a bit bored of the circling. He made a swing for Mordred’s left hip. It caught Mordred off guard but his reflexes were quick enough to parry the strike. As soon as their blades struck, Leon moved his sword out from under Mordred’s then immediately moved to strike Mordred’s opposite shoulder.

The novice Knight was quicker to block this time but still seemed unsure of himself. Leon took a swing at Mordred’s legs to test his balance, which proved wobbly. Footwork definitely needed some work. He aimed the next set of blows at Mordred’s chest, all the while advancing on the young Knight and making him move his feet to keep a good distance between them.

Their swords danced in the sunlight and Leon could see Mordred was starting to work up a sweat. After numerous attacks and blocks, their swords locked together when Mordred parried yet another of Leon’s attacks. Mordred tried to be smart by pushing Leon’s sword into the veteran Knight’s body but came off second best when Leon countered by allowing the move and stepped back to one side to avoid the fall of the swords. The force Mordred had put behind the move and the weight of his sword caused him to overbalance and topple forward when Leon abandoned his attack.

Mordred scrabbled away from Leon before turning to face him, but the older Knight had the upper hand. Mordred raised his sword feebly as Leon advanced. With a heavy blow, Leon sent Mordred’s sword flying out of his hands to land a few feet away. He knelt down on one knee beside the fallen novice and held his blade inches from Mordred’s throat to show him how easily he would be to dispatch if this had been a real battle.

Leon watched Mordred’s gaze follow the flight of his sword, then the movement beside him, the sword at his throat and finally into his own eyes. There were so many questions in the young Knight’s eyes and most of them could be encompassed in one word; why?

Leon knew why. He enjoyed the rush; the thrill of something new to conquer. He tried to use his own eyes to convey his message. He let them drop to Mordred’s chest, seeing its quick rise and fall, before scanning back up to his open, red, plush lips. Then Leon was caught in Mordred’s cool blue eyes which seemed to burn from behind.

Leon hadn’t realised he had started to lean forward, moving his face closer to Mordred’s, until he heard the wolf whistle come from behind them. He quickly pulled back, removed his sword from its position at Mordred’s throat and rose to his feet. Leon turned to look at the other Knights who had stopped to watch his and Mordred’s bout. He wasn’t sure which of them had made the noise and he wasn’t sure whether to be happy they’d stopped him from potentially screwing up or annoyed that he might have been missing a chance.

Mordred hadn’t seemed to object to the small advance and he took his time getting up.
The possibility looked like it was there. Leon would just have to look for another opportunity.

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It was a few days later before their paths crossed again but it was only briefly in one of the castle’s many corridors. Mordred gave him a curt nod and Leon returned it. Mordred was about to pass by him when Leon grabbed his arm and turned him back. Mordred almost stumbled.

“Need to practice your footwork. It can be the key to life or death in a battle,” Leon said.

“I need to practice a lot of things when it comes to being a Knight,” Mordred responded.

“I’m planning on hitting the practice fields tomorrow afternoon. I could help you improve your footwork if you like,” Leon offered.

“Aah,” Mordred hesitated, “I think Arthur plans to push us newer recruits hard tomorrow morning. Not sure I’ll be up for it.”

“Oh, come on. Arthur would be impressed if you put the extra effort in and you’d move up the ranks faster.”

Mordred considered the look in Leon’s eyes for a moment before he started to nod. “Okay, I’ll be there.” He went to move off in the direction he had been heading but found Leon’s hand was still wrapped around his bicep. Leon looked down at his hand when he felt Mordred’s movement and quickly released his grip and clasped his hands behind his back before he turned to watch as Mordred continued to walk away, looking back at him.

“Will there be swords this time?” Mordred called back as an afterthought.

“Might be best if we stick to quarterstaffs this time,” Leon said with a smile.

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Arthur had indeed given the newest Knights a proper flogging as he put them through their paces the following morning. Mordred looked exhausted when he arrived in the hall where everyone was eating lunch.

“Are you still up for practicing your footwork?” Leon asked when Mordred sat down diagonally opposite him.

“I might need a bit of time after lunch to recover from this morning,” Mordred replied.

“You don’t want to wait for the sun to get too low.”

“I’ll come out, don’t worry,” Mordred attempted to reassure him, but Leon wasn’t entirely convinced. Mordred focused on his food after that and they ate in silence thereafter.

Leon finished first. “I’ll see you out there, Mordred.”

Mordred raised his head and nodded at the older Knight. This reassured Leon and he headed for the furthest practice field from the castle.

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Leon had found a couple of wooden staffs in the weapons room. One lay on the ground, while he held the other and practiced the basic movements –which by now, came as second nature to him- he wanted to teach Mordred. He was concentrating so hard on watching the movements he was making with his feet; he didn’t notice Mordred’s approach. The distinct sound of wood against wood made him look up and fade backwards as if trying to dodge a blow.

An amused smile crossed Mordred’s face, delighting in being able to make the experienced Knight jump.

Leon noticed Mordred’s hair was damp as the afternoon sun reflected off his soft curls. He also saw his clothes, hauberk and boots were all clean. Assuming they were a second set, Leon wondered how Mordred had managed that luxury in such a short space of time, especially the hauberk and boots.

Mordred spoke first. “You ready?”

“Yes,” Leon said shortly, still not impressed with Mordred’s effort to deliberately sneak up on him.

They eyed each other for a few long seconds and then Leon spoke again. “Well, let’s start with your stance. Move your feet into your current natural stance.” Leon pointed his staff at Mordred’s feet.

The young Knight looked down at how his feet were currently and moved them so his right foot was only slightly in front of his left, shoulder width apart.

Leon shook his head. “Your natural stance has to be secure and strong so your enemies aren’t able to throw you off balance easily. What hand do you prefer your sword in?” Mordred showed Leon the staff in his right hand. “Then you need to have your left foot forward and your right foot back then.”

Leon watched as Mordred moved his left foot forward. “Your feet are too close. Move them further apart, slightly.” Mordred compiled. “Right, now keep your left foot facing straight and move your right foot half a foot back. Great, now turn your right foot out about half way… that’s it. How does that feel?”

Mordred shrugged. “Not bad.”

“If you remember anything from this, remember this stance. You need to make it second nature because every other move stems from it. It is your neutral stance, I suppose.”

Leon went on to try and teach Mordred the best ways to advance and retreat, pivot, lunge and fade. By the time the sun slid behind the trees, the neutral stance seemed to be stamped into Mordred’s brain and he was able to loosen up and concentrate more when Leon acted as an attacker.

Given the light was fading, Leon suggested they leave the rest of the lesson for another day. “How about we head down to the tavern for a small celebration?”

“Are you sure Arthur won’t mind?” Mordred asked, a little cautious about putting a foot wrong.

“As long as you don’t let it interfere with your duties the following day, Arthur is usually fine with the Knights having a few drinks after dark.” Leon started walking across the field, back towards the armoury to put the quarterstaffs back where he’d found them. Mordred fell into step beside him. “The trick is knowing when you’ve had enough. You’ll find Gwaine isn’t great at that, but his talents seem to keep him in Arthur’s good books.”

Mordred gave Leon a quizzical look but Leon didn’t elaborate.

When they finally reached the tavern, Leon order a jug of mead and told Mordred to grab the two cups as he held the jug steady while crossing the busy room to an empty table in the back corner. He liked being out of the way and also liked to keep everything in front of him. Mordred sat to the side, with his back to the other wall, so he could see Leon but also face the room like the older Knight.

Leon poured mead into their cups before holding his up in a toast. “To good footwork.”

“To good footwork,” Mordred repeated then took a swig of the fine, sweet-spiced drink. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but he wasn’t about to complain. Leon took a large swig.

“Mead is generally quiet good here,” Leon commented. “I find it helps ease the aches after a hard day.”

“I thought wine would be better for that,” Mordred said looking at the contents of his cup.

“Ah, that’s what I thought when I was younger too. It does numb the pain well at night, but tends to leave you with a headache the following morning. Mead doesn’t do that so much.”

“What made you switch?”

“Didn’t have enough coin on me for wine one night. The barman offered mead as a cheaper substitute so I took the offer. One of the best decisions I’ve made. No headache the next morning even though I drank more than I usually would have if it had of been wine and my head actually felt a lot clearer throughout the day. Now I only drink wine on special occasions. Have saved a bit of coin over the years too.”

“Wow…” Mordred exclaimed quietly. There was a silence in which both Knights drank and then Mordred’s curiosity got the better of him. “So, how long have you been a Knight of Camelot?” he asked. His body leant into the table, waiting for Leon’s answer.

“More years than I care to count,” Leon declared with amusement.

“Have you been in many battles?”

“Too many,” Leon said. Memories flooded his brain and he emptied the rest of the mead from his cup then poured himself more. He saw Mordred’s face turn from being curious to concern so added as an afterthought. “Most have been small, like defending borders and that sort of thing.”

The concern on Mordred’s face faded to deadpan as he asked his next question. “Have you done things you regret?”

Leon took his time deciding how to best to answer that question, asked by the seemingly innocent and inexperienced new recruit. “I swore an oath to the King and to Camelot. One may not always agree with the King’s ruling, but one has a duty.”

Mordred contemplated Leon’s answer over more of the mead. His expression remained impassive.

“Why did you become a Knight?” Mordred finally asked after pouring what was left of the jug’s contents into his cup.

“Same reason most of the older Knight’s did. We were born noble and our fathers served before us. Or in some cases, their fathers were still Knights when they were knighted. My father was one of Uther’s most loyal Knights and I grew up around the castle. I was friends with Arthur and Morgana growing up and when I was old enough, I was more than willing to serve Camelot.”

Mordred watched more keenly as Leon opened up about his childhood. Leon continued. “I made my father teach me how to fight with a sword. I have a couple of scars from when I was a bit too slow with my footwork and my father misjudged his movements. Gaius had to sew the wound closed. He said I was lucky I was young when it happened since it was more likely to heal fully. Had it been my father with the injury, it may not have.”

Leon looked into the empty jug and signalled the barman for another. “Enough about me. What brought you to Camelot?”

“Arthur,” Mordred answered simply. Leon smiled. He had already heard the tale, but it was good to hear confirmation first-hand. “He is a good King,” Mordred continued. “Camelot seems to thrive under his rule.”

Mordred’s face softened a little and Leon thought it made him look years younger. His stoic mask made him look worn. Leon felt the urge to loosen all the muscles on Mordred’s face; to make his smile reach his eyes.

“He is a great King.” Leon agreed. “Very different from Uther’s way of ruling. I am quite honoured to be able to serve him because he truly serves the Kingdom.”

They continued to talk about Kingdom. Mordred asked about Leon’s life as a Knight and prodded him for details about the fighting he had done. Leon couldn’t resist the pleading face Mordred put on when he thought Leon didn’t want to answer a question; though the smile he got as a reward made it worth answering them. They consumed two more jugs of mead and Leon ordered a fourth, thinking it was getting late and it should be their last.

When the jug arrived, Leon picked it up to pour some of the mead into Mordred’s cup but miss judged the distance. The mead hit the far edge of the cup and splashed on to the table. “Hey, watch it,” Mordred exclaimed. “You’re getting more on the table than in my cup.”

Leon stood and leaned over towards Mordred to assess his mistake. He forgot out the mostly full jug of mead in his hand and as he started to apologies, he tipped the jug up so more of its contents came pouring out, onto Mordred this time. The mead sank through the links in Mordred’s hauberk before could react. The young Knight jumped up, pushed his seat back and grabbed the jug, making sure it was the right way up before pulling it out of Leon’s hand and placing it on the table. His pants were splashed with mead in the process.

Leon looked at him a bit dazed but quickly started stammering that he was sorry when he noticed parts of his clothes were sodden. Mordred half glared, half smiled at him.

“I’m really sorry,” Leon tried again.

“Its fine,” Mordred sighed. He looked down at his clothes again. “I think I better head back to the castle now."

“That’s probably a good idea. I’ll come with you. Mead can stain and be a pain to get out of your clothes.” Mordred had started walking for the door and Leon followed. Before leaving, he placed a couple of handfuls of coins on the bar, more than what the drinks were worth, and then hurried out the door to catch up with Mordred.

Leon soon caught up and fell into step beside Mordred. “You know, I know a handmaiden who has learnt a few tricks over the years with stains in clothes. She usually brings back my mead stained clothes back spotless. I could have her clean your things for you.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I can manage.”

“No, really, I’ve had a few of my favourite shirts ruined by mead because I took my time to get them washed.”

Mordred looked at Leon. “It’s okay. I can live with a few stains.”

“I don’t think Arthur would be impressed,” Leon tried.

Mordred thought about that one but didn’t reply. When they got to the castle, Mordred proceeded towards his chambers. He knew Leon was following him when they reached the second floor and Leon didn’t continue up the stairs to the third floor to his chamber. Instead he turned left with Mordred.

They reached door to Mordred’s chambers and Mordred looked back at Leon. “Goodnight,” he said suggestively.

“Not just yet,” Leon said without skipping a beat. “You have to let me take your clothes to the handmaiden. She owes me a couple of favours so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Mordred rolled his eyes and opened his door. Before he could turn to close it, Leon had filed into his chambers.

“Really, Leon. It’s okay. You can go,” Mordred tried to dissuade the tall, blonde Knight.

“No, it’s not. We need to get these things off you so I can get them cleaned for you,” Leon insisted. He walked over to where Mordred was standing and started fiddling with the belt around his waist. Mordred wasn’t sure what was happening and didn’t think resisting would be easy, given how persistent Leon had been about getting his clothes cleaned for him.

Leon managed to unclasp the belt in no time. He dropped it to the floor and then grabbed the bottom of Mordred’s hauberk.

“Err…” Mordred started before his face was covered with the wet chains. He felt the tug under his arms and reluctantly lifted them so Leon could pull the heavy metal off him and over his head. That too found its way to the floor, more noisily than the belt.

With the hauberk now removed, it was much easier for Leon to see the outline of Mordred’s body. He had already studied his face keenly over the day and from the time he had arrived in Camelot, but he had little time to study the younger man’s body.

He found it was more solid than he had expected. Where he thought the metal garment hung off the man’s body, he saw that it was actually rather fitted. It was easy to see through the wet shirt and pants that Mordred wasn’t as big a push over as Leon had first imagined. He scanned his eyes down Mordred’s body; pecks and nipples visible through thin fabric, abs showing where it was wet and a slight bulge between his legs where the mead soaked pants stuck to his groin and thighs.

Leon closed the distance between them again and reached for the string on Mordred’s pants. Mordred didn’t protest like Leon thought he might. He seemed to have given in to Leon’s insistence about washing his clothes. But that was far from Leon’s mind now. His hands brushed lightly against Mordred’s partial erection and he heard a small, involuntary in-take of breath. Leon looked up to better understand Mordred’s reaction. Their blue eyes locked and, before Leon knew it, he was getting closer and closer to those big blue eyes.

His lips met with Mordred’s, who’s were slightly parted and unexpectedly soft. Full of surprises, Leon thought.

Mordred’s first instinct was to pull away. He took a step back and tried to pull out of the kiss at the same time but his teeth scraped Leon’s bottom lip encouraging him instead.

When Mordred moved back from him, Leon took the opportunity to grab the bottom of his shirt and accidently brushed Mordred’s erection again (or was that deliberately) before pulling it up. Mordred complied, only slightly reluctant, lifting his arms so the fabric could be lifted over his head and thrown on to the pile.

Leon pressed their bodies together and started to run his hand through Mordred’s dark curls as he kissed him again. The kiss had more heat in it this time. He felt Mordred ease into it and start to respond. His mouth opened wider, trying to devour more of Leon than he had been expecting. As much as he enjoyed the response, Leon needed more air so he reluctantly pulled away from Mordred’s mouth and slowly moved down and along his jaw to his ear. Leon traced the muscles in Mordred’s neck with his tongue and when he found his pulse, gave it a few short licks before placing his lips around it and softly sucking, which elicited a low moan from Mordred’s lips.

Leon wasn’t sure how he had managed to persuade Mordred into this situation but he revelled in knowing he could have this sort of influence.

Mordred started to grind his hips into Leon’s. He needed a release; a real release, since he had to keep his magic secret. The mead had been just enough to lower his inhibitions to the point where he didn’t particularly mind that it was Leon that would be the one to give it to him. From the part in their conversation where he had mentioned having regrets and Leon have given him a rather diplomatic answer, he gathered Leon wouldn’t be one to judge him for having magic. At least, not with Arthur as King and not like he once might have under Uther’s rule. He still thought it better for Leon not to know the truth, but at this point it was irrelevant to what they were doing.

Leon distracted his thoughts by licking one long stripe from his pulse up the side of his neck to his ear and started to nibble on his earlobe. Mordred gently moved his ear away from Leon and moved his head so he could meet the other man’s lips again. It was then that he realised Leon was still fully clothed and that just wouldn’t do. He pressed his lips more forcefully into Leon’s. He pushed Leon’s body back a few inches so he could make short work of his belt before he pulled the hauberk up enough to grab hold of the shirt underneath as well. Breaking from the kiss, he pulled the garments over the taller man’s head and chucked them onto the pile with his own clothes.

Mordred took a moment to admire the pale skin, the rough hair and the definition on Leon’s chest. The hair trailed down his stomach and disappeared into disappeared into the waist of his trousers. Mordred smirked at Leon, which he couldn’t resist. Leon closed the distance between them again and kissed the smirk off Mordred’s face.

Hands travelled over bare backs and through curly locks as mouths, tongues and teeth kissed, sucked, licked and bit at each other. Mordred continued to grind against Leon and Leon ground back, but soon that wasn’t enough to satisfy.

Leon was the first to give in and reach for the strings on the fronts of Mordred’s breeches. He fumbled with them, rubbing his hands over Mordred’s length as he did, prompting more moans from Mordred’s throat. When he finally got them loose, he put one hand around Mordred’s erection, causing Mordred to gasp with pleasure, and pushed the pants down off his hips with the other.

Leon started to stroke him while he kissed and sucked around his right collarbone before moving down towards the left side of his chest. Mordred’s breathing started to become heavier and he let out a whimper when he felt Leon’s tongue dart across his nipple. His breath caught as Leon encompassed the same nipple with his hot mouth and then sucked and licked at the sensitive skin there while he continued to pump Mordred’s hard length.

Mordred let out a long groan. Leon felt the pre-cum on his hand and Mordred arched his chest closer to Leon’s mouth, his hips thrust into his hand. “Leon,” Mordred whimpered and then moaned as Leon quickened the pace.

Leon continued until he was sure Mordred was on the verge of exploding and removed his hand from around his prick and his mouth away from Mordred’s chest.

Mordred whimpered, “Leon, please.” He half fell into the other man as he tried to remove the material still covering Leon’s bottom half.

Leon watched Mordred’s fumbling hands and his pulsing cock rubbing against his groin. He only lasted about seven seconds before he was pushing Mordred’s hands away. He grabbed the younger man’s waist, guided him over to his bed and threw him backwards onto the mattress. Then he proceeded to remove his trousers before climbing on the bed and straddling Mordred close enough to his hips so he could hold their cocks together and stroke them at the same time.

Once he got a rhythm, he leant over and licked a quick line up the middle of Mordred’s chest. This made Mordred arch his back for more and Leon obliged, licking stipes across his chest and over his ribs. He had to let go of his own length so that he could slide further down to move his mouth over the soft skin and tight muscles of Mordred’s stomach. Mordred whimpered at the loss but gasped as Leon continued further down, engulfing the head of his cock with his lips.

Leon swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum and giving a soft moan of approval. Mordred’s head lolled back and his hands reached for Leon’s thick, luscious strawberry blonde curls. He wanted Leon to take more of him into his mouth but Leon had other ideas. He placed both hands on Mordred’s hips and when Mordred tried to push his head down, Leon pushed his hips further into the bed.

It took three times, with Mordred panting and whimpering a little more each time before he finally pleaded, “Pleeeease! Oh fuck, Leon, please just take me!”

Leon smiled with his mouth still around Mordred’s cock. He gave the tip one more lick before removing his mouth altogether.

“Nooo,” Mordred protested. He looked down to watch Leon stand at the end of the bed as if he were waiting for something, his member fully erect and pointing skywards. Mordred’s frown changed to a smirk and he practically leaped off the bed into Leon’s arms.

He kissed the other man fiercely then tossed him onto the bed, falling on top of him. Mordred continued their feverish snogging as he manoeuvred them so Leon’s head rested on the pillow at the head of the bed. Once settled, Leon started to fondle Mordred’s arse cheeks and thrust his hips upwards so he ground against Mordred’s groin and vice versa.

Mordred didn’t know what Leon had planned but he knew he couldn’t take much more before he exploded. He lifted his hips off Leon’s and reached down to find and start to pump Leon’s prick. Leon took advantage of Mordred’s position and moved his fingers through the slightly parted crack to find Mordred’s tight hole. Mordred groaned when Leon’s finger started to trace circles around it, then he Sped up his hand movements which made Leon moan in return.

Leon watched Mordred’s hand around his dick, continuing the motions he was making with his own hand. Without realising it, Mordred moved further back into Leon’s caresses until he was too far back for Leon to get a comfortable angle with his wrist. Leon moved his hands to each of Mordred’s cheeks to nudge him forward and watched Mordred’s erection; the tip glistening with Leon’s saliva. He was torn between wanting to insert himself into Mordred’s tight arsehole or have Mordred fill his mouth.

As if responding to his thoughts, Mordred’s erection twitched. That was Leon’s decision made. He unhooked the hand Mordred had around his own dick, sat up and then guided the hand to the wall behind him while guiding Mordred’s hips closer to his face, which left Mordred standing, straddling his hips, knees bent.

Leon didn’t tease this time; he just opened his mouth wide and slid his lips as far down Mordred’s pulsing erection as his throat would let him. Mordred gasped and moaned with pleasure, lightly gripping Leon’s curls with the hand not supporting him on the wall. Leon wrapped the base of Mordred’s cock in his hand and moved his mouth back and forth, sucking and licking.

Mordred couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted his release and Leon was going to give it to him. He thrust lightly into Leon’s hot mouth at first but when Leon moaned around him, he took it as a sign for more. Mordred timed his thrusts so he pulled back at the same time Leon did and pushed forward into his mouth as Leon moved forward to engulf him.

The thrusts became shorter and faster. Leon’s hands moved to support Mordred’s back and arse. Mordred kept one hand on the wall and used the other on the back of Leon’s head to urge him further forward with each thrust.

Mordred felt himself hit the back of Leon’s throat, once, twice but it was the third time and the wandering tongue that made him feel the tightness in his balls then the heated sucking that threw him over the edge.

Leon expertly pulled back to catch a breath as Mordred pumped into his mouth one last time and then proceeded to suck him dry while he cried out in immense pleasure.

Leon let Mordred’s spent member fall from his mouth. He supported the other Knight as he moved to kneel and then guided Mordred down onto his knees as well before cradling him into his chest, both of them still panting from the effort.

Leon recovered first and began to lay soft kisses along Mordred’s shoulder. He ran his hands across the surprisingly smooth skin of Mordred’s back and let them trail down to the even smoother backside. Leon found the hole he had been circling earlier and, without warning, pushed a finger into it, causing Mordred to let out a sharp breath. His entrance was too tight for the finger to go far and Leon removed it as abruptly as he had inserted it.

He put his hand on either side of Mordred’s torso. “Turn around,” he commanded, firmly guiding Mordred as he obeyed. He placed a hand between Mordred’s shoulder blades and gave a small nudge. “Down.”

Mordred moved his torso parallel with the bed, resting on his forearms. He heard Leon moved behind him, felt his hand move down his spine and then pulled one cheek aside. The other hand was suddenly on the other cheek, pulling it aside as well to expose his hole to the cold air but it wasn’t cold for long.

He felt Leon’s hot breath behind him and then his wet tongue lick the length of his crack. Mordred collapsed on to his forearms and pushed his hips back towards Leon’s mouth. He felt Leon smile as he kissed his cheek and then placed his lips around his hole. He sucked and licked around and over it. When it was thoroughly wet, he pulled back and Mordred whimpered at the loss.

Leon replaced his mouth with a slick, wet finger which slid more easily inside him this time. He pulled it out and pushed it back in several times over. Then he added a second, using it to open Mordred further.

The younger Knight crooned unintelligibly and Leon couldn’t wait any longer to be inside him. He removed his fingers and quickly placed his length at Mordred’s prepared entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside and they both let out a cry of pleasure.

Leon took a moment to let Mordred get used to his size, but he waited too long because Mordred bucked back. “Move. Please?” he asked voice low and breathless. Leon obliged, pulling himself out slowly before thrusting back in hard and deep. It jolted Mordred’s whole body forward as well and he let out a long moan. Mordred braced himself for the next thrust and Leon found an easy rhythm. When Mordred started to push back, Leon drove into him harder and faster and found that sweet spot that made Mordred’s muscles spasm.

Leon could only manage three more thrusts before he came undone, spilling his seed inside Mordred’s constricting hole. He slumped over Mordred’s back as he waited for his heart to stop racing.

When it settled, he reluctantly rose and slipped out of Mordred. He reached for Mordred’s shoulder and gave it a short tug before he fell backwards, his head hitting the pillow. He watched through droopy eyes as Mordred rose gingerly, turned and crawled, still on his hands and knees, towards him. The sore body flopped onto the bed beside him and then Mordred curled into Leon, using his chest as a pillow. Leon wrapped his arms and legs around Mordred and pulled him closer.

Leon always took care of the special ones.
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~*inspired being*~

Merlin_writers Holiday Bingo

inspired_being — Wed, 11 Dec 2013 04:57:19 GMT

The challenge is set...

Travel
Grandma
Holly
Party
Ornaments

Snowflake
Exchange
Cards
Tree
Carrot

Santa Hat
Oranges
FREEBIE
Reindeer
Ice Skating

Candy Cane
Mistletoe
Wrapping Paper
Candles
Coal

Jingle Bells
Boxes
Drunk
Turkey
Sugarplum

Now to decided which Bingo I go for and write!

Merlin-Doctor Who Meme

inspired_being — Wed, 09 Oct 2013 13:19:02 GMT

I saw this on a Doctor Who FB page and just had to share...

Don't know what episode it is from and I'm too tried to look it up.

Anyone else a fan of both Merlin and Doctor Who?

I should probably finish watching Season 7 :-S

~*inspired being*~

Dirty Clothes

inspired_being — Thu, 04 Jul 2013 05:03:26 GMT

Title: Dirty Clothes
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwaine/?
Character/s: Gwaine
Summary: Gwaine leaves his dirty clothes on the floor and his partner doesn’t like it.
Warnings: None (unless you count partial nudity)
Word Count: 368
Prompt: For camelot_drabble's #64 Impossible
Author's Notes: I quite like where this went... after I finally got the time to play with the idea...

Living with Gwaine was nowhere near the joy he thought it would be. The first couple of weeks were relatively blissful and then reality set in.

Gwaine had stuff everywhere. When he got home, he dumped his keys and wallet on the dining table before heading to their bedroom to change, where he would proceed to throw his dirty clothes across the floor. He had let it go for the first couple of times, picking the mess up himself because Gwaine had been quite tired after working back late. But now it was becoming a habit and getting on his nerves. He had to say something.

“Can you not do that?”

“Do what?” Gwaine asked as he discarded his shirt.

“That. Throw your dirty clothes on the floor.”

“Why not?”

“Because you just leave them there and then I have to come along, pick them up and wash them.”

“You don’t have to…” Gwaine started, but stopped when he was given a stern look. “Alright, alright.” Gwaine picked up the shirt, socks and all of yesterday’s clothes and sauntered down the hall and into the laundry, where he proceeded to dump them in washing basket.

Gwaine turned to see that his partner had followed him and was watching with a large smirk on his face. “Happy?”

“Mostly.”

“Now what?” Gwaine whined.

“Would it hurt you to do a load every now and then?”

Gwaine thought about it for a few seconds before grabbing the clothes he had just tossed in the washing basket and starting throwing them into the washing machine, grumbling something under his breath as he did.

As he put the next lot of clothes into the machine, there came the distinctive sound of a photo being taken on a phone. Gwaine looked up to find the phone in his partner’s hands and heard a second photo being taken.

“Why are you taking photos?”

“Because your friends told me getting you to do housework would be impossible.”

“Did they now?”

“Yeah, they did. So I want proof. Plus, you look rather sexy.”

“Really…” Gwaine said as he moved towards his partner.

“Nah ah,” his partner waved him back. “You’re not getting out of it that easy.”

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~*inspired being*~

Merlin Fic Rec: For Home And Heart

inspired_being — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 06:29:22 GMT

Title: For Home and Heart
Author: bend_me_baby
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin (with background Morgana/Gwaine and Lance/Gwen, past Arthur/Gwen)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Modern Magic AU. Graphic violence, a little gore, character deaths (not main), barebacking
Word Count: 27,000
Summary: Arthur James never thought he’d meet someone who would make him want to leave Her Majesty’s Secret Service.
Fanart: by lizardspots On His Majesty's Secret Service
by brolinskeep over on tumblr For Home and Heart

My Thoughts:
This story is a totally awesome cross between Merlin and James Bond (Casino Royale feels)!
The plot is well thought out, the way the AU world is set drags you right in and the character back story are there too.
Like all good M/A, the chemistry is there from the start and they way it is built upon throughout is wonderful to read.
The story will keep you spell bound and wanting more until the very end.

It may have taken me a while to come back and read it all due to RL, but I'm so glad I saved the link and this story wasn't left lost in lj history.

Enough of my babbling. Go! Read!!! And leave you love!!!!!!

~*inspired being*~

No Fairy Tale

inspired_being — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 09:02:39 GMT

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: camelot_drabble's #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 have planned a sequel, which I will hopefully have time to write and post soon.

The sword pierced Arthur’s hauberk, shirt and then skin. He was shocked, not expecting one of his own knights to turn on him. Merlin felt time slow as he heard Leon scream. He turned to where the sound, knowing he had last seen Leon at Arthur side, and found the scene he had been hoping would not come to pass. In what felt like slow motion, he saw Mordred drawing his sword out of Arthur’s stomach and then Leon rushing to his side. Merlin had already been on the move, instinct kicking in as he witnessed the events unfold. He could not get there fast enough.

The knights who had seen their King fall did not surrender. They continued to fight and they would until the last man from either side lay down. When Merlin got to Arthur’s side, Leon left to go after Mordred who had fled into the raging battle.

Merlin knelt at Arthur’s side, looking down on him. The King’s golden hair was tangled from sweat and gore. The red of blood was splatter through it and when he looked further down, a red stain was getting larger on Arthur’s abdomen, covering the hand holding it. He clutched his sword in his hand, the gold pommel glistening. Merlin saw the reflections of knights fighting behind them in the sword’s blade, occasionally interrupted by the red of blood spattered over it.

“Merlin,” Arthur said with a weak smile.

“I won’t let you die on me,” Merlin said, holding back a sob. “I promised Gwen I’d look after you.” He used the excuse to hide his true feelings. He looked around to see if there was any danger. There wasn’t; the knights were doing their job to protect their King.

There was nothing for it. There was no time for anything else. Arthur was losing blood too quickly. He moved Arthur’s hand and with a deep breath pushed as much of his power into healing Arthur’s wound as he could.

Arthur was looking up at him. He heard the word come out of Merlin’s mouth, but with Merlin’s head down, he could not see the change in his eyes. “Mer-lin,” he coughed. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Using everything in my power to heal you,” Merlin confessed without missing a heartbeat.

“What do you mean?” Arthur’s words seemed laboured. Merlin tried to heal him again and this time felt another power push back at him. He held back the moisture that threatened to spill from his eyes. “Are you trying to use magic?”

“Arthur,” Merlin said, nearly choking on his master’s name. “I am the most powerful warlock there is. I’m not trying to use magic. I am using magic but it isn’t helping. I need more time and—“

Merlin looked around to try and find something that would help him apply more pressure to Arthur’s wound and stem the bleeding. He had healed worse wounds than this before; he had assumed he would be able to do it again. But it wasn’t just a flesh wound. Mordred had put magic into it and Merlin wasn’t sure even his instincts would help.

Merlin ripped of his neckerchief and pressed it to Arthur’s wound. When he looked into Arthur’s face, his lips had made a small smile.

“I knew,” Arthur started before coughing and trying again in a softer voice. “I knew there was something about you.”
Merlin couldn’t help but smile and let out a small laugh at Arthur’s words. He had always good for a bit of a tease and making light of a bad situation.

Merlin tried to heal Arthur again, not using words this time, just letting his eyes glow and power flow as he looked into Arthur’s eyes. To let Arthur see that not all magic was evil.

Arthur’s chest rose and felt with each breathe and Merlin could feel his heartbeats through his chest, but it was still weak and growing weaker. His magic wasn’t helping. He tried again and Arthur’s eyes closed, face scrunch up in pain. When Merlin stopped, almost entirely exhausted from the effort he was putting in, Arthur opened his eyes and his face relaxed.

Merlin saw love in Arthur’s eyes.

Before Merlin had time to react again, he was gone. Arthur’s eyes were blank.

The tears that had been threatening began to flow and burn Merlin’s cheeks.

Arthur’s wounds would never heal. No more scars from battle would form for him to show and tell the tales of how they came to be. The crown of Camelot was lost and Merlin wailed.

Crying over Arthur’s body he felt the temptation to call out to Kilgharrah. To blame the Great Dragon for everything, but he had had choices, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. He had told Arthur not to accept magic, thinking that was the right decision and Mordred would die because of it. But Merlin had failed Arthur. Failed himself.

Mordred had made his choices too. By killing Arthur, Merlin felt like Mordred had ripped his heart out of his back and held it, bloody, in his hand.

The devotion Merlin felt towards Arthur could not let Mordred go unpunished.

~*inspired being*~

Thoughts On The News I Am Uninformed About

inspired_being — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 05:34:50 GMT

So the rumours were confirmed this week. Although I know it is true, I am avoiding as much information about it as I can.

Why, you may ask?
To avoid disappointment, sadness, forming of expectations, spoilers, etc.

I think episode 5 was my confirmation that I would not get the ending I wanted and I needed to give up my expectations or possibly keep them for later fix-it writing. I'm so glad I wrote my magic reveal fic before this season started.

I think I will continue to avoid looking up any of the official news or other's posts about the news until I have watched the last seconds of the season.

With one more thing coming to an official close, I wonder what may come next for me.
I was just starting to get back into the swing of things in the writing world too. Though I'm sure there will be lots and lots of writing going on for a while yet. Maybe I'll even eventually have time for both of my major fandoms.

Still 5 more weeks/eps though... and a very busy month ahead and then some.

~*inspired being*~

Merlin 5x05 - Reaction Rant

inspired_being — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 11:44:24 GMT

The Bastards!

I’m not sure I can watch the rest of the season after that episode.

How can they do that?

The sealed Arthur’s and Camelot’s fate and they got out of doing a magic reveal. Or if Merlin does reveal his magic to Arthur, it will be to try and save his life after Mordred has wounded him and then it probably won’t be enough or will be too late and he’ll die anyway, but die knowing of Merlin’s magic. Then the writers won’t have to deal with Arthur’s reaction and the consequence because that will be the end of the season.

It’s Torchwood all over again.

And Gwaine! OMG! Talk about acting without thinking, on pure emotion. Far out, I love him, but he is going to get himself killed doing that sooner or later.

I really couldn’t believe the words that came out of Merlin’s mouth. I gasped so much in this episode and as soon as Merlin said those words, I lost all faith.

It was going soooooo well until this episode. Why? Why did they do it? I should have seen what was going to happen. Why did I think they would actually give people what they wanted?

Watch the ratings plummet.

Honestly, far out…. *shakes head* I just can’t understand it.

I don’t want to watch the rest of the season now, but I will, just so I can pick at it and try and understand WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING THROUGH THE STUPID WRITER’S MINDS!

I won’t be in a hurry to watch the next episode. Look crappy anyway. Just random filler.

Far out Merlin! What were you bloody thinking telling him that!!!
I know what the dragon said, but fuck! You should have gone in and talked to the Disir yourself before making a decision like that. Or at least called Kilgharrah again *sigh*

Gah! I was going to go back to post reactions to eps 3 and 4, but I think all the speculation I would have done is a bit late now.

I really did like ep 3. I thought that was very well done and was on my head cannon track. So was ep 4 for the most part.

I think I’m glad my life is going to be extremely busy for the next couple of months.

~*inspired being*~

Merlin 5x02 Reaction Post

inspired_being — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 14:20:31 GMT

Recap of first episode was good. Got me excited.

She dreaming again *groans* Ooo… she was captured. But by who and who saved her? And Aithusa is with her and big. Why is Aithusa with her? I vaguely remember her saving her in the last series… I think I need to go re-watch it to remember. It was too long ago, so many things happened between now and me watching the last series. Anyway…
Aithusa looks really weak and I don’t like it. Morgana needs to feed her better. Bad Morgana!

Arthur blaming Merlin. It was his fault though Merlin has a point. Arthur was being stubborn. Bickering like an old married couple, so cute :P And Merlin eyeing Mordred and Mordred eyeing Merlin… I think Merlin is trying to work him out. He really isn’t sure of him.

He punched Arthur in the guts! He can’t do that! For a second there though I thought he stubbed him. It was a good way to shut him up though. Sometimes Arthur speaks too much for his own good.

Oh, she is going to get hung. And Gaius is there to help, that’s nice. Ooo, bold move Sefa. I guess she has nothing to lose though. Seems Gaius doesn’t believe too much in Gwen’s sentence either.

Okay, I like that Mordred suggested they feed them, but I don’t get why. There is too much talk going on between Merlin and Mordred via eyes. It would seem that Mordred does not like to see Merlin suffer. And it is amazing how much people can say with their eyes, cos Merlin (i.e. Colin) clearly tells Mordred that it is okay and that he is grateful for him trying.

Hmmm, that looks much better than last episode. Much less alien. And it is hiding Gwaine from the bad Saxons. I like it now.

Awww, Merlin is watching over Arthur as he sleeps *squees* Oh, here comes trouble. Those aren’t very friendly looks. Merlin so doesn’t trust him. Mordred brought them food, which was good. He wants them to trust him. Quick to judge… who, us? Never. We just don’t like you cos we know what the legends say and we saw the same scene Merlin did and no matter what you do, we will be waiting for you to turn a page and be evil and turn on Arthur.

Hmmm, he told Merlin the truth…. And now there is no picture.

Morgana sounds a bit panicked. Oh, Sefa’s father knows. He sounds really sad… you kinda feel sorry for him. Morgana does a little, but she doesn’t care to save her. Picture back, yay. Man, she is evil. Not like Arthur going to save his captured Knights. I get the feeling Sefa’s father is going to try and rescue her no matter what Morgana says.

Oh, Arthur is hurt. Needs water… there is plenty of ice, suck on that… Oh wait, the plan. That guy/captor is an arse. Oh, Arthur is a sneaking bugger. He got his dagger :P

Gaius did arrange for Sefa to see Gwen. Interesting that she agreed. Didn’t think she would. Sefa’s arguments weren’t very convincing. You do feel sorry for her but it doesn’t change what she did. She had a choice. She knew what she was doing and the potential for harm to others. For a moment I thought Gwen was going to give in though…
Oooo, and so the truth is revealed. Gwen is not like Uther, but she is very cunning. Me likes. And of course Ruadan will come for Sefa. Good plan Gwen.

Their captor is still an arse. And Arthur dobbing in Merlin, lol! Woot, go Arthur! Merlin is using his magic more freely around Arthur. Gap… Nice jump Arthur. Merlin, noo, yes just, with a little help from his man :P Love Arthur being protective of Merlin. And there goes Merlin using his magic again. Last man Mordred… hesitation… Merlin so didn’t like that. That was Arthur’s chance to not ever be in that battle with Mordred, but Arthur’s kind heart just won’t let that happen.

“Why did you spare his life?” Merlin not happy…
“He couldn’t come after us.”
“He was leading us too our deaths”
“He showed us kindness” well, you see Merlin, you taught him to be like that…
“You should have killed him”
“What is wrong with you?” He saw you being wounded by him and he does want it to happen because he loves you too much and doesn’t want to be without you… plus he wants you to keep peace and stuff in Camelot and be an awesome ruler for ages.
“You had the chance”
“We escaped, didn’t we?”
“Next time we might not be so lucky”
“I love your optimism” Classic! Love him!

Gwaine is awake, yay! And we find out more about this thing. I think it is what Morgana is looking for. My mum just piped up and put the theory of it being Aithusa’s spirit out there. I doubt it, but I can see how she came to that theory.

Ooo… knights. That first one looked like a young Percival… Ah, there is Ruadan. He got into the castle a bit too easy. Omg, stupid guards, honestly. Hmmm… that just made me think. Why doesn’t Sefa possess any magic?

Oh no. No, not Elyan. Or maybe not…

Don’t go with him Sefa! Though I guess she thinks that if she stays she will be killed anyway. Oh, so he can’t heal himself. Wasn’t expecting that. No Sefa, you dummy, you are just making things worse for yourself! But Father’s dying wishes… Dammit, she is one torn child. On last hug from daddy :’( Having to leave his body would have been hard… but self-preservation wins out in the end.

OMG! He didn’t even tell her he was dying. That was pointless!

Hehe, Gaius can’t hide from Gwen. She no stupid. Exactly my thoughts about Uther. Arthur should have changed the laws already! That should have been the first thing he did!… well, almost the first thing. Silly Arthur. When will he see? Will Gwen make him see reason? Please, please, please! Anybody! Maybe she will find out about Merlin before Arthur. Now that would be interesting. I think that could work… hmmm, ideas… anyway…
Arthur killed by a druid’s hand… *sniff*

And then they show Mordred, grrr….
“I told you, you should have killed him when you had the chance.”
Cue Arthur’s look which says, ‘What the hell is up with you?’

“There’s always a way Merlin.” Merlin doesn’t like the way Arthur says that, and then he gives him that cheeky grin and you know Merlin is not going to like his plan.

The sewers! Should have known. And of course he makes Merlin go first. Arthur you little… You do have lots of ideas though. Quite smart is the young King xD Merlin can’t seem to catch up with how fast Arthur’s mind is working.

Oh, Morgana has spotted Mordred. This could be dangerous. Absolutely LOVE the look she gives the arse of a captor xD You go girl! Let him know just how little he really is :P

Percival! He is really happy to see Arthur *squee* Couple of days Gwaine was out :S

Hehe, stupid Saxon! Go Percival!!! xD

Morgana seems happy with Mordred. But Mordred… that slight hesitation at the mention of Arthur, make you want to have second thoughts about him… then he goes and tells Morgana they had him and he escaped, wtf? Why would you tell her that?!

“Calm yourself Morgana” She can’t, she has gone mad with hate. And Katie plays her oh so well!!! Mordred is quite calm though. Make it easier to hide his true feelings or figure out what his true intentions are.

Yay for protective Gwaine! I’ll have him as a bodyguard any day xD That determined look on his face and that body! Yum!
And yay for Arthur’s quick reflexes!!! “Trust you not to be doing any work.”
“It’s about time.” Got love the exchange *squees*
Merlin leaves them to it and goes for the more interesting thing.

OMG! Percival wielding a sword is heaven! Slim, agile, but arms all muscle! ♥ ♥ ♥

“Feel the wind”… “That wasn’t the wind.”
Aithusa!... Adore how Arthur helps Gwaine!
“Was that what I think it was?” “Where did Morgana get a dragon from?” That means ‘yes’ Gwaine :P
“I’ve no idea…” But I need to go see it. “Get Gwaine back to Percival, I’ll lure the dragon the other way.”
“Merlin, I’ve always known you were stupid, but not that stupid.” True, he isn’t. But if you’d actually PAY ATTENTION you would understand a little bit more.
“No, and really I’m that stupid. And if you don’t believe me, watch.” And he is off before Arthur can react. Merlin really wants to see Aithusa and Arthur is sooooo not stopping him.
“I’m going after him.” *shakes head* Protective much :P

Cut in Percival, literally! *massive SQUEE* xD

Merlin didn’t want to be forceful with Aithusa… Nice bit of flame action. Wonder what he said…
“Who did this to you?” Why does that make me feel like someone deliberately stopped her from growing and being about to talk? Me no like. Merlin needs to free her from Morgana, figure out what is wrong and get Kilgharrah to help nurse her back to good health again.

Arthur, what are you yelling Merlin’s name for. That’s dangerous, what if someone hears. Oh wait, they did. And you haven’t got your sword cos you gave it to Percival, who Merlin told you to go back to! Bloody stubborn men.

Oh fuck!...
“I’m sorry about what our father did to you.” Really…???
“We are brother and sister.” “Funny how you choose to remember that with my dagger at your back” Maybe it’s cos you’re a back stabbing bitch!
Ooo, finally facing each other and talking about stuff.
“I am more powerful than you could ever imagine.”
“Yet, with all that, you choose to do nothing but hate.” Exactly! *is hopeful that means Arthur knows or has thought about the potential for magic to be used for good*
“Uther taught me well.” Well, he did. They are both stupid in the head!

Cue Merlin, yay… Mordred draws :S But he doesn’t have to use it cos Morgana already has him covered :(

Okay, Arthur is knocked out. Time to reveal magic Merlin!...Or not :S

Mordred! Really… well, guess I should have seen that coming…

Okay, he takes Arthur… finds the other Knights… (love Percival’s hand on Gwaine’s stomach :P)… WHAT ABOUT MERLIN!!!! Hello! Anybody remember the servant!!! Mordred, you bastard! You can’t leave Merlin there!!!

“If Mordred is not Arthur’s bane, than who is?” Just because Mordred saved him and killed(?) Morgana, doesn’t make him good all of a sudden, dammit!

“Himself.” How?... Okay… I kinda get it… but still…

Sir Mordred *sigh* Really not sure I like that. Wonder who eventually remembered Merlin…

“You know, if Arthur knew you had magic, things would be… very different.” I’m not sure whether he is trying to imply that it might be easier to convince Arthur that magic isn’t all bad or whether Arthur would never had knighted him and would have questioned his motives more for saving him and killing(?) Morgana.

“Because Arthur is right. The love that binds us is more important than the power we wield. Morgana had forgotten that.” I like his answer and I can see why Merlin is smiling and is happy… but I still think there is more to his words than we know. The look on his face when he turns around after Merlin leaves does nothing to decrease my suspicion.

“And that for good or ill, Albion’s great trial has begun.” Good to know Merlin is still suspicious too. Those words don’t bode well for the rest of this season… or of there being another in the future *sniff*

Dammit. Why won’t she die already?! Aithusa’s with her... as least there is still hope for her.

---

Next ep preview…

Uther comes back to haunt them? Arthur calls him back…
The attack on Gwen is understandable. Merlin…wonder if Uther’s spirit knows about Merlin’s magic?...

Well, I think it is a solid start to Season 5 and things could lead anywhere from here. Head canon is still rather valid. Unspoken expectations are being met…kind of…

Bring on episode 3!

~*inspired being*~

Reaction Post to Merlin 5x01

inspired_being — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 22:15:37 GMT

I am finally sat down last night and committed to typing out my reactions/review to the first episode of Merlin. Yes, I know I am extremely late, seeing as the second episode is already out. But my life is getting to the extra busy season and I only got to watch it on Thursday.

To be honest, I could have watched it earlier, but:

I wanted to finish my magic reveal fic without any of Season 5 spoiling my ideas
My mum wanted to watch it with me
I wasn’t overly excited about it because of the rumours it might be the last season.

As soon as I pressed play and heard those first few words in John Hurt’s voice, though, I started squeeing. My mum wasn’t too impressed with my squeeing as it was ruining her experience, so I had to tone it down and contain much of it.

Anyway… the first scene with Merlin running all about the castle finding only empty rooms; I thought he was looking for Arthur or something had happened and was all worried. Then they showed Arthur and I relaxed.

The first exchange between Merlin and Arthur, classic boys xD

“Is there anything you are capable of doing?”

Slight pause, showing he thought about the consequences and thought it worth it. “Putting up with you.” Woot! Go Merlin xD

Interrupted by the Queen… Arthur changing his tune *shakes head* The look Merlin gives him too.

Meeting of the Round Table, eh… oooo big steps been taken. Gaius is at Arthur’s side. Right side, interesting (Why do I see Gaius dying and Merlin taking his place?... wishful thinking…).

Gwaine!!! Where are your men? You can’t be alone. Oh, Percival is with you. That’s not too bad.

Wolf *furrows brow* Why is there a wolf? Ah… Morgana. No, me to like. Leave Gwaine alone! And she still hasn’t given up on killing Arthur and taking the throne *sigh* Gwaine just can’t help himself =P

Gwen and Elyan’s relationship seems to have mended. Gwen making useful suggestions is good. I think I like the way they are going with Gwen, though it is still early days yet.

Hehe, Merlin and the new servant girl. Cute! It would be nice for Merlin to have another love interest. Though something gives me the feeling something is not all as it seems with either Gwen or the servant girl.

“If it was you who disappeared Merlin, I wouldn’t bother.” OMG! Arthur, you are such a liar!!! *remembers Arthur hugging very dirty Merlin after he’d been missing for only a day or two and he was extremely happy to see him*

*squees at shirtless Gwaine and Percival*… *thinks of fic recently read and squees more* I think I rather like these two together. Nice job writers!!!

Hmmm, at least Merlin is on a horse for their journey. That’s a good sign….

Oh man…don’t listen to it… don’t go into the cave…. Fine, go into the cave *sigh*

“The never ending circle of his fate.” What the? Okay, so Mordred. Noooooooooo!!! How can they do that! We get a new season and they show us the second main characters death! (The first being Merlin) That’s just frigging cruel! And bloody hell, the choice of words… I know it was deliberate, but what must Merlin be thinking. The look on his face, the tears he is trying his upmost to hold back while he looks at the man he has just seen killed. Damn, that would have been hard. Especially after Arthur could see that Merlin had been effected by something and asking what it was.

I don’t blame Merlin for not being able to sleep…. Was he far enough away to shout that? But yay, Kilgharrah!!! *loves John Hurt’s voice* Ooo… Merlin said he was only wounded. Denial? I hope not. We need hope damnit! “This was no chance meeting.” Well, derrrrr!!! And he makes up for that with some good wise words. “It is you and you alone that can keep Arthur safe.” Why am I not all the comforted? Merlin so doesn’t look confident. Someone needs to hug him and tell him he can do it!

Allies! Yay! Tis a start.

Gwen still isn’t used to being waited on… oh wait, no. She is just worried about Arthur. Servant girl has a crush on Merlin. There is some hope. But the feeling that she is evil is still there.

Annis, I like her… until she amused Merlin was Arthur’s fool. “That’s debatable” Lmao! Oh, Arthur, you are sooo evil sometimes. Oh, oh, the surprised and confused look on Arthur’s face! Priceless! And can Colin really juggle that well? Wonder how many takes that took… It was totally awesome though xD

“Yes, well… I have many talents. You have failed to notice them, that’s all.” You can say that again!!!! And Arthur notices Merlin’s brooding mood. “See, explain that”… “Wish I could.” I wish you would!!! Poor Merlin *wants to cuddle him*

Oh, here we go. *sigh* Always too good to be true. And Gwen sees and she smiles! Dammit Gwen, you should know better!!!

Rocks to mark the path? Means she has done it before. Geez! Here we go, link to Morgana. Her father, fuck. Hmmm… she seems torn. There may still be some hope left.

“They are Pendragons. They are good for one thing only, death.” Not Arthur!!! Uther was the horrible one. Don’t take the father’s crimes out on the child. Hatred is obviously blinding. Ye of little faith *le sigh*

Hmmm, you’d think they’d have Gwen as being more hands on since she was a handmaiden herself at one stage. Bit demanding of Sefa… but then again, maybe she did it one purpose to have a chance to open up the dialogue. (Writers at work).

Evil!Morgana is evil!

Ooo… he noticed Merlin. “Then why are you so upset.” OMG! *love* “I will not abandon them, as I know they would not abandon me.”… “I understand. I wish I didn’t, but I do.” And the look on Arthur’s face just tells you that he is thinking about it and then it clicks ‘Merlin feels the same way about me.’ Then his look turns to telling Merlin that he knows and that he was including him too.

“We’re surrounded.” Yes Merlin! As soon as Arthur recognises Morgana on the horse he yells “RUN!” Me likes. He is a good King. No stupid stand and fight no matter what bullshit. Only fight if you need to to survive.

Noooo! Not Leon! You can’t! Leave him alone! Oh yeah, slow motion Arthur going to Sir Leon’s rescue! … He wasn’t supposed to get knocked over the head though. Where is Merlin to use magic to stop this from happening?! Oh, now you get him. Bit late… and then you do magic while he is right next to you and conscious! That might need some explaining…… But apparently not because Arthur has conveniently lost his memory of what happened, which is plausible with head trauma. Is it just me, or does Merlin seem a little bit disappointed that Arthur doesn’t remember him using magic right in front of him?

“The usual. I saved your neck.” I love the way Merlin said that through gritted teeth. He really is a little frustrated that Arthur hasn’t figured it out yet. “You saved me?” No comment about ‘the usual’. “Yes, and I can juggle. I keep telling you, I have many talents.” He said it again!!! “So it would seem.” Oh, Arthur. Please start paying more attention!

Oooo…close up of muscly torsos! They are both coming to Aus next month and I can’t go. It’s not fair!!!! Why couldn’t they come out when Supernova is in my state next year???!!! Though I suppose they would be filming then if there is going to be another season…. Dammit! It’s just not fair. Everything has to happen in November, doesn’t it. Would have been a nice early birthday present too… Please someone in Aus go for me and report back!!!

Anyway…back to the ep… Gwaine is such a curious bugger. Love him!

“No.” “I’m worried about you.” Arthur Pendragon. How can you dismiss those so damn casually?! The little “C’mon” was sweet as though.

“Threating a King is treason, Merlin.” Translation: I know you don’t mean that, Merlin.

“What about threating an arse.” “Heard that.” Lmao!!!

Reporting to the Queen, interesting. Gaius’ concern for Merlin *hugs him*. And she figures it out!

“I need to tell you something.” *hopes up for reveal* “You expect me to listen to a sorcerer?” *hopes dashed that Arthur has had even the slightly change of heart in the past 3 years*

“And I swear I’ll protect you or die at your side”… *doesn’t like image brain conjures up* At least I think Arthur believes him… though I don’t think that’s what he wants for Merlin.

Gwaine, didn’t anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat? “Cover for me?” Percival looking around as if to say, and how the hell am I supposed to do that?... See Gwaine! =( They hurting him bad =’(

Morgana hasn’t given up, interesting… Arthur covering Merlin’s mouth *squee*

Merlin thinking with his stomach? Funny. “Rabbits…” Trap!!! Arthur realises too late. Love how he jumps to protect Merlin though. If he wasn’t so damn protective, only Merlin would have been in the net and Arthur could have cut him out.

Oooo… Gwen being Uther like… only using her kindness to get the information out of Sefa. Cunning… “Respect is to be earned. It cannot be brought with blood.” Oh wow, even Gaius was surprised at those wise words coming from Gwen’s mouth. She does have a very good point though. And then back with Utherness, sentencing Sefa to death. Elyan and Gaius both surprised at that outcome. I don’t think they thought she had it in her. Nice swish of the dress and I think by the rise and fall of her breasts, that was either a rush for Gwen or it was damn hard and she can’t believe she just did it.

After that tense scene, we need some comic relief. Cue Arthur and Merlin struggling in a net xD You’d think they would try and stand up and climb out… or I would anyway. “Where did the other rabbit go?” Really Merlin? *shakes head*

WTF?! I like the fact that it is healing Gwaine and all… but seriously! What on earth were the writers thinking? This is not Doctor Who or Torchwood!!!

Awww, sleepy King and manservant are cute!

Damn, arses! “Let me servant go, he doesn’t deserve to die like this.” Thank you for confirming my earlier thoughts, Arthur. It was very good of you. “If you are going to kill him, you’re going to have to kill me first.” *rolls eyes* I should have known. “You know I never do as I’m told.” Translation: I told you I would die for you. Don’t you remember or did you not believe me?

“Stop!” Yay, safe. Merlin staring at Mordred as he walks closer and realising that he is the man in the vision. He is very cautious. Mordred has a damn evil stare! And he is kinda working on Morgana’s side. Great! Just great. I thought he would be at least neutral. I like how Merlin speaks his name… nice warning ‘alarm bells’ tone. Arthur is still confused and Mordred has a frigging evil grin that I don’t like!

So, if that was episode one… just what will two bring?

I really don’t know… and I think I am giving up on expectations and just letting things happen. I think I am reasonably satisfied with where all the characters are. I think I like what they have done with Gwen. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I would like to see some soft moments with her and Arthur. They seem rather distant and it annoys me. But maybe that is just my idea of what a couple should act like coming to the fore.

They need to keep up the Arthur and Merlin stuff. We may have a reveal, but could equally not.

~*inspired being*~

For Merlin and For Magic

inspired_being — Wed, 10 Oct 2012 22:35:43 GMT

Title: For Merlin and For Magic
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gaius (with mentions of others)
Summary: Arthur makes things official.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1211
Prompt: camelot_drabble's #27 Tattoo
Author's Notes: This is the last instalment in the Seen and Hidden ‘verse! I hope I've done it this justice. I will make a masterpost at some point and link all the parts. Now I can start watching Season 5 xD

Arthur and the Knights spent the entire afternoon in the clearing with Kilgharrah and Merlin. The newer knights had many questions and both Merlin and Kilgharrah answered them as best they could. Some things were harder to explain than others.

Merlin used his magic to gather wood and to light a fire for cooking the food Gwaine had brought for lunch. Merlin felt a great sense of freedom at being able to do this, but although Kilgharrah was amused by the reactions of the other men, he warned Merlin to go easy on them to begin with.

Leon did warm to the idea of Merlin’s magic. He had been just as friendly with Merlin as all the other knights before his magic had been revealed and although he seemed to see that magic was the only thing Merlin had kept from them, he still seemed cautious about it all. Merlin supposed he was just doing his job; protecting the King.

---

Back at the castle, Merlin’s words about being his Magic Advisor kept playing through Arthur’s mind. That’s not official yet.

The King was relaxing in a bath Merlin had drawn up for him, using magic to get the temperature just right (apparently Merlin had practiced that one since the time he had made the water boiling hot). Having Merlin stay on as his manservant wouldn’t be so bad… Part time roles? Arthur let the idea roll around in his mind. Merlin did seem a bit reluctant to give up the post he had filled for many years. Too many than Arthur dared to count.

Even without the large part of Merlin Arthur had been missing, their bond had still been extraordinarily close for a master and servant relationship. At a distance, someone may not have seen the bond they shared, but it was there. It had been there from the beginning and had grown into a very close friendship. It was all built on trust. Trust was what had allowed Arthur to accept Merlin’s magic without much question (although having witnessed Merlin’s memories and feelings helped too).

Merlin was like a tattoo on Arthur’s heart, like his scars lay like tattoos on his body.

As Arthur traced the newer sections of scarred skin, he thought of how Merlin’s new role would be defined and how best to make it his official title.

---

During the week that followed, Arthur began planning. He decided to make it a surprise, so he made sure that Merlin was too busy to notice the hustle and bustle around the rest of the castle and the surrounding town. He even enlisted the help of Gaius, who was all too happy to oblige.

Of course Merlin being Merlin noticed the change in his friends’ behaviour. They tried hard, but there were a few too many things out of the ordinary. He had to ask.

“Gaius, what is Arthur planning?”

Gaius put on his best confused face, which included the raised eyebrow and replied with, “I didn’t know Arthur was planning anything. But if you say he is, he must be since you spend more time with him than I do. I am only the court physician after all. Arthur does not confide in me like Uther did. I believe that is your role now.”

“Right,” Merlin said, now knowing something was definitely going on and he wasn’t supposed to know about it. He thought of trying Gwen, but he thought she would play the innocent card almost as well as Gaius. So he was stuck with waiting for the secret to be revealed.

---

He only had to wait a few more days until he woke up and found a particularly official looking outfit laid out on the foot of his bed. The clothes were new.

They consisted of dark pants not unlike the ones he usually wears, though as he put them on he noted they are more comfortable and less baggy. The shirt was dressier. It reminded Merlin of the outfit Arthur had made him wear to the first banquet he had served at, although this one was blue and instead of the golden Pendragon crest being predominant across the chest, it was smaller and to the left so it would sit over his heart. There was a small cape to go over the shirt as well. It had a blue exterior while the lining was the royal red, which showed when the collar was turned down. His boots had even been polished.

When he went down to have breakfast with Gaius, he didn’t find his mentor. Instead, there was a plate of food left on the table and a note.

Don’t get your new outfit dirty.
The King said you are to take the morning off.
Meet me on the castles front steps mid-morning.
–Gaius

---

There were people everywhere, but when Gaius rode into the courtyard, he was hard to miss. To Merlin’s surprise, another horse followed close behind Gaius’ and the rider’s face was beaming up at him.

Merlin sprinted down the steps and practically leapt into his mother’s embrace. “I’m so proud of you,” Hunith told her son as she hugged him tight.

Soon, Gaius was leading them to the Great Hall and although Merlin now had an idea what this all might be about, he was still overwhelmed.

Gaius opened the doors to reveal a sea of people and Arthur standing at the front of the room, with Gwen by his side. Even the Knights were standing in a line to one side, facing him. Merlin looked at his mother and then to Gaius. “Well, go on. You don’t want to keep the King waiting.”

Merlin walked towards Arthur, down the aisle between all the people of Camelot who had gathered together. Once he reached the King, Arthur motioned for him to stand on his right hand side, as Gwen was on his left. Then Arthur started to speak.

“Today, I have gathered you here to announce a change to Camelot. Our previous King, my father, outlawed magic in this Kingdom because of a belief that it was inherently evil and only bad came from it.

I have seen my fair share of magic and there is a lot I do not understand, but I know that it is not all evil. That it can be used for good.” He made a point at looking at Merlin as he said this before continuing.

“Today I wish to announce the start of a new Camelot. A Camelot where I hope those who practice magic for good can live among us in peace. To help me make this possible I have created a new position within the Court. Magic Advisor to the King. And the position will be filled by the man standing by my side, Merlin. A highly accomplished warlock who has already saved my life more than I know.” Arthur took a step back and presented Merlin to the crowd with a gesture of his arms.

Gwaine was the first to start clapping, with the rest of the Knight’s following and then soon the crowd.

There was a cry from the crowd, “For Merlin and for magic!” Arthur smiled and repeated it, with the crowd responding in kind.

“For Merlin and for magic!”

--The End--

~*inspired being*~

A Show Of Loyalty

inspired_being — Fri, 05 Oct 2012 06:09:32 GMT

Title: A Show of Loyalty
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Kilgharrah, Aithusa and Knights
Summary: Merlin is determined to prove his loyalty
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: #26 Assumption
Author's Notes: This is the next instalment of Seen and Hidden and I think there will only be one more to end on an even 20 and the start of Season 5.

Merlin woke before dawn and called for the designs to meet him in the usual location. Kilgharrah and Aithusa arrived together. It had been a while since Merlin had seen her and she was now at least half the size of Kilgharrah and looked stronger and more beautiful than ever.

Kilgharrah spoke first, asking Merlin why he had called them from their slumber to come to Camelot on this perfectly fine morning for sleeping. Like many questions the Great Dragon asked, he gave a sense of already knowing the answer.

"I need to prove that magic is not evil and that I have saved Camelot."

"And you wish to use ma as your proof" It wasn't a question.

"Would you oblige?"

"Yes, but I think we should send Aithusa away before you bring anybody to see me."

Aithusa gave Kilgharrah a questioning look as Merlin voiced the question there were both thinking "Why?"

"For protection. You and Arthur I trust with her secret, though you could have left her story out, I understand why you didn't. Showing Arthur is one thing, since you have kept so much from him and you'll need a new confidant once Gaius has gone. Telling more people before laws are firmly in place and people are used to the idea of magic in their everyday lives again. I do not want to risk it." Kilgharrah moved his left wing around Aithusa protectively. Aithusa nuzzled at the side of his belly. Seeing this, Merlin knew Kilgharrah wouldn’t change his mind unless forced and Merlin understood. They agreed Aithusa should go to a safe place not too far away. She went reluctantly.

---

Gwen woke Arthur and although he was happy to see her, acknowledging it with a kiss, his first words were, "Where is Merlin?"

Gwen smiled warmly at him. She knew the King had a special relationship with his manservant she could never dream of replacing. "He told me to tell you he is preparing to prove himself to those who doubt his ability and loyalty. He said he would be back after breakfast."

"Oh..." Arthur was a bit shocked at Merlin's proactivity. Gwen kissed Arthur's open mouth. Arthur pulled her on to the bed with him and decided to enjoy the unexpected privacy with his Queen.

---

Merlin didn't lie. He was present in Arthur's chambers as soon as he has put the last piece of his breakfast into his mouth.

"Good morning Arthur," he chirped.

When Arthur had swallowed his food, he replied. "Where did you go this morning?"

"You'll find out.”

"Gwen said something about you proving yourself to the doubters. How?"

"If you bring them down to the stables before lunch, you will see."

Arthur raised an eyebrow which was very Gaius like. Merlin ignored it and started making the bed.

"You really don't have to do that."

"Really? Are you going to?" Merlin said sarcastically.

"No, but one of the servants will."

"I'm still your manservant, Sire." Merlin sounded defensive.

"No, you’re my Magic Advisor."

"That's not official yet."

He had a point.

"I could fire you then."

"You won't."

Arthur furrowed his brow in annoyance, but let it go. He wasn't sure he wanted Merlin to not be his manservant anymore but he did need to make Merlin's new role 'official' to the rest of Camelot.

---

Arthur met Merlin down at the stables as suggested, with Gwaine, Leon, Percival and Elyan. He had contemplated just bringing Sir Leon but he did not really want to single him out nor have the others miss the opportunity to see Merlin's magic in action.

They all rode out to the clearing where Arthur and his knights, in which only Sir Leon had been a part of at the time, had faced the Great Dragon. Thanks to Merlin's memories, Arthur knew the dragon had not been killed that night and he wondered if Merlin planned to reveal that fact.

Merlin stopped just out from the edge of the clearing. He got down from his horse and strode towards the centre. Arthur and the knights followed behind.

"What's going on, Merlin?" It was Gwaine who broke the silence that had stretched from the stables until then.

Merlin turned to face them. "I know Arthur has told you all that I am a warlock and that some of you doubt where my loyalties lie. I thought I might show you."

“How?”

“Firstly, I should tell you that I am not just a warlock, but a Dragonlord, like my father was before me.”

“Yes, Arthur did mention that,” said Percival.

“Why does that matter?” Leon piped up. “I thought Arthur killed the last dragon in this very spot. I came out the face it with him that night. There are no more dragons to be Lord over.”

“I was there too, Leon. By Arthur’s side, just as you were. But you went down before the end and so did Arthur.”

“But…”

Merlin stopped the rest of his sentence by starting to speak, but it wasn’t a language the others understood. He asked Kilgharrah to take to the sky.

The Great Dragon was only a short fly away and Merlin heard him take off. It was only a few seconds before the knights caught sight of him and watched stunned as it came nearer.

When he landed, Kilgharrah acknowledged Arthur and the knights with small bow of his head.

“Everyone assumed that Arthur had killed the dragon because he was the last knight to be seen standing. Nobody noticed or believed that I could have done anything because I was just a servant.” Merlin’s voice was calm and matter-of-fact. “I was happy to let everyone make that assumption but the truth is that I was the one who saved Camelot from Kilgharrah’s wrath. I ordered my own kin to leave Camelot. Would I have done so if my intent was evil?”

Merlin could see Leon thinking, but he stayed silence.

“So… who’s up for lunch?” Gwaine had brought food.

~*inspired being*~

The Sorting Hat Has Placed You In...

inspired_being — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 04:09:22 GMT

Slytherin

Yes, Slytherin!

I was sitting in bed with my netbook (having finally connected a wireless modem and got it working *dances*).
I began reading the Harry Potter series over again, ever so slowly, and following the chapters on Pottermore. Cos that's what it's for.
Well, I finally got up to Chapter Seven: The Sorting Hat.

Oh, before I forget. Chapter Five: Diagon Alley. I got my wand!
Length: 11 1/4 in
Wood: Maple
Core: Dragon
Flexibility: Rigid

Anyway, so after getting all excited over my wand, of course I got excited about getting sorted. But I was a bit worried. I have Ravenclaw robes, which I spent time and effort making (not to mention got a photo in with Tom Felton). So, I kinda thought I should be in Ravenclaw. Well, it would have been ideal anyway.
I'd done tests before and they generally put me in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. So I would have been happy with either of those. Gryffindor, I thought might also be a possibility. I very much doubted I'd be in Slytherin.

So, with that in mind, I put the Sorting Hat on and answered with my heart and gut feelings; as truthfully as I could. And it wasn't easy. There were a few tough choices (did anyone get the one with the boxes?).
With the last question answered (Left or Right? Left!!!!), it was time for the moment of truth.

My reaction: Oh My God *covers nose and mouth with hands* Oh My God... This is the last House I expected to be sorted into... This can't be happening...

Needless to say, I couldn't believe it. One of my first thoughts was of cierra_james in her Slytherin robes. At least I wasn't alone, I had my best friend. And then there is Draco, my favourite character. And Snape! Since I can't change the result, I'm going to have to embrass it.

So, biting the bullet, I went on the read the welcome. This set my mind at ease a fair bit and I could see why I was sorted in Slytherin house and not the others. And finding out we had Merlin too! That is totally awesome xP

So, I'm a Slytherin. Going to need new robes. And potientially so new icons. Have to go through my old stash I never though I'd use. I hope I still have my Draco 'come to the dark side, we have cookies'.

Btw, who else has a Pottermore account. I need friends!!! Comment or PM me!

---

In other news, watched the JK Rowling interview on ABC1 last night. I did miss the start, but reckon I saw at least 20mins of it. I'm intrigued about her new book "The Casual Vacancy", which hit shelves yesterday(for those that don't know). Apparently it made her cry lots and it made the interviewer cry. With all the slight spoilers they spilled in the interview, I'm pretty sure it is a book I want to pick up and read. I have a feeling my boy would like it too, but I'd have to read it first to make sure.

~*inspired being*~

Thoughts And Memories

inspired_being — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 07:14:35 GMT

Title: Thoughts and Memories
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, with lots of Merlin mentions
Summary: Arthur tries to sleep but the memories and his thoughts keep him awake
Warnings: None
Word Count: 604
Prompt: camelot_drabble's #24 Come Wake Me Up – Rascal Flatts
Author's Notes: I did have a couple of ideas for this prompt, though I’ll still keep the plot of the Gwaine/Merlin story I was thinking of and potentially get a long story out of it at a later date. At the moment, writing the next instalment of the Seen and Hidden ‘verse is more important as I’d like to finish the series before the new season starts (prompts permitting) or at least before I see any of the new stuff and have my mind tainted by new information.

Arthur lay in his bed thinking about recent events. Things had changed so quickly. Merlin's magic changed everything, yet nothing at the same time.

Usually, when he started feeling sentimental about his manservant, he could tell himself that he was the King and that everyone else was below him. He needed to keep a distance from his knights and from his servant especially. But he could not shake the feeling of the magic across his skin.

He didn't want to fight the truth. He wasn't his father. After feeling Merlin's magic, he knew that magic was just a tool, like his sword was a tool. There was no evil in the power he felt. It had been light, soft and warm. It almost felt like home.

He wondered what his father might have thought and might have done had he found out about Merlin possessing magic while he had been alive.

Thinking about his father's death and magic made his heart sink. Through Merlin's memories, he now knew that it had been Merlin who had cast the spell that had ultimately killed his father. His intentions had been pure, but something had gone wrong. In Merlin's mind, Morgana had been the one behind it. The thought made the pain worse. But it made sense. She was not the person he had grown up with anymore and he trusted Merlin more than he sometimes thought he should.

Arthur tried to push the thoughts of his father out of his head. He closed his eyes and hoped that sleep would take him.

It didn't. Instead, it gave his and Merlin's memories more power. As Prince and manservant, they had formed a strong relationship. Merlin was always there when he needed him and despite his scrawny looks and clumsiness, Merlin wasn't the idiot Arthur often joked he was. His profound words of wisdom were surprising at first, but he had become thankful for them. Merlin would pick up on his mood and most of the unspoken things that had he tried to keep to himself because he had no one to talk to or he thought they were pointless to talk about. Yet, Merlin thought they were important and he would encourage him to express his thoughts and feelings.

It had felt natural for Arthur to spill his heart and soul to Merlin. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because Merlin had saved his life, that first time. Maybe that was where their relationship stemmed from. Or was it before that, when they had first met?

Merlin had stood up to him. True, he had not known who Arthur was at the time, but even after finding out his courage had not seemed to waiver. It had been the dose of humility Arthur had needed. When Merlin became his manservant, the strength of character he had shown when in those first moments did not leave him.

Even with all the things Merlin had been made to do, he believed in Arthur's heart and that he could be led in the right direction. Merlin had ensured that Arthur had survived to be the King of Camelot and to see magic return to the land. He would not, could not have been in his current position without Merlin by his side. So it was only right that Merlin should finally be acknowledged for all he has done for Camelot and for its King.

The memories continue to burn in Arthur’s mind and the last conscious thought he remembered, before sleep took him, was the question of if it would be Merlin who woke him up in the morning.

~*inspired being*~

Seeing Red

inspired_being — Thu, 13 Sep 2012 23:27:16 GMT

Title: Seeing Red
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Elyan, Merlin
Summary: Leon is doubtful and Arthur is trusting and loyal.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 962
Prompt: camelot_drabble's #23 Red (Everyone's an Artist)
Author's Notes: We were ~~told~~encouraged to use Paint to make a drawble for this prompt. Since I have been feeling rather creative lately, I totally took the challenge on. I also wrote the next instalment in the Seen and Hidden ‘verse to go with the art, though the ideas kinda grew together (for notes, see my post to the comm). Enjoy!

Having had a day to think about the news of Merlin’s magic, Arthur decided his closest friends and most trusted Knights should hear the news before others in the castle (besides Gwen, who had already confided in), as they were as close to Merlin as they were to him. He sent messages to Leon, Elyan, Gwaine and Percival to meet him in one of the guest bedrooms before training.

When they were all present, Leon was the one to ask the question. “So, what is this about?”

“You all know that the laws around magic in Camelot are in the process of being re-written and that I want someone trustworthy to advise me in this area, having had a biased upbringing.”

“Have you found someone?” Percival asked. The other knights seemed to want to know the answer as well and Gwaine had a particularly curious smile on his face Arthur chose to ignore.

“I believe I have and that’s why I have called you here. I thought you deserved to know the truth before the rest of the castle and the kingdom.”

The knights’ expectant expressions turned to confused ones, except for Gwaine who continued to grin.

Arthur took a deep breath. He had decided he would not beat around the bush and would tell them straight.

“Merlin will be my Magic Advisor.”

“Merlin!” Leon exclaimed before Arthur could say any more. “Arthur, we know you are close to him and we are too, but why Merlin? He doesn’t practice magic. There is only so much you can read from books. Gaius may have taught him a thing or two, but surely not enough to be up to the standard you wanted? Someone who could protect you from magical attacks?”

“Calm down, Leon. Merlin has saved us all from the evil sorcerers who have wielded magic against us and Camelot. He is the one the druids call Emrys. He is a powerful warlock and a Dragonlord. Do you still question my judgement?” Arthur’s face was stern. He looked at the other knights to see their reactions.

Elyan and Percival were too surprised to speak, but they didn’t seem to doubt what Arthur said as Leon did. Gwaine’s expression was surprised but not nearly as much as the others. Arthur suspected that not all of this news was new to him.

Arthur finally settled his eyes back on Leon and waited for an answer.

“How do you know all this?” Another question, but Arthur would answer it.

“Merlin showed me his memories. I saw his eyes change colour and then I felt his magic caress me skin.”

“He put a spell on you.” It seemed years under Uther’s rule had corrupted Leon’s mind and he was trained to think the worst. Arthur had hoped that the years after Uther’s passing would have changed some of the older knights’ opinions on the world, but it would seem Leon would need more time to adjust and change his instinctive thoughts and actions.

“He did not put a spell on me. I was totally aware and conscious the whole time. I trust Merlin with me life and he has not let me down yet.”

“Have you seen his magic with your own eyes and not just through memories, as you say?”

Arthur had to think twice before answering. “I saw his eyes change. I felt his magic… but maybe you have a point. I still have no doubt that Merlin is the person I want by my side, but if it would set your mind at ease, I’ll will arrange for him to give us a demonstration of his power.”

Leon agreed.

---

Merlin looked up when the door opened. Arthur walked into his chamber and closed the door behind him. Arthur noted the smile lighting up Merlin's face, then the rag on the floor and the bucket full of murky water.

"Good afternoon, Sire," Merlin chimed. He was about to say that he hadn't been expecting the King back in his chambers until later that night when he noticed Arthur had raised an eyebrow and was giving him a questioning look.

"Merlin, what are you doing?" he asked the question as if he had never seen his manservant on his hands and knees cleaning the floor with a cloth and bucket before.

"The floor was filthy, so I'm cleaning it," Merlin replied, puzzled.

"Yes, I can see you are cleaning it. But why?"

"Because that's part of my job?" Merlin made the statement into a question, not sure what he was missing.

"But I told you, you are to be my new Magic Advisor."

"We'll yes..." Merlin agreed. "But only a handful of people know and you never said I was to stop being your manservant."

"Do you want me to shout the news from one of the balconies overlooking the courtyard so all of Camelot will know you no longer have to scrub the floors of my chambers, it's that it?" Arthur said this jokingly and although Merlin knew this, he had passed up too many opportunities to just let this one slip past him.

"Maybe not using those words, but announcing the new laws and my role to Camelot wouldn't be so bad." Merlin did his best to keep a straight face as Arthur's face moved from his jolly expression to one that was a combination of shock, questioning and utterly serious.

Then he smiled and walked over to Merlin, red cape flowing gracefully behind him. He placed a hand on the top of Merlin’s head as he knelt on the floor. Merlin looked down at his red neckerchief, which matched the King’s cape perfectly.

“That day may just come. But before then, you may have to prove yourself to a few doubtful people.”

~*inspired being*~

Vote For Merthur And Johnlock!!!

inspired_being — Thu, 13 Sep 2012 06:44:48 GMT

Harry/Draco went down to the Teen Wolf boys. Don't let Arthur/Merlin have the same fate!!!

Go vote now!

And every hour you can until the poll closes midnight eastern Sunday, September 16th (I'm assuming American time).

And while you are there, give John/Sherlock your love too!

~*inspired being*~

Vision Of Black

inspired_being — Mon, 03 Sep 2012 11:56:08 GMT

Title: Vision of Black
Rating: G
Pairing/s: pre-Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Morgana, Arthur, Gwen, Merlin
Genre: Reincarnation/Modern AU
Summary: Morgana has a vision
Word Count: 659
Prompt: #3 August pic @ camelotcanvases
Author's Notes: This is more the start to a fic I wanted to write and never got enough time to develop properly. I think it works by itself as a drabble and I may add more to it if there is enough interest to keep me motivated.

It was late on Saturday morning. Morgana was about the go out for her weekend walk with Gwen and leave her annoying, smartarse of a little brother, Arthur, to defend for himself for a while. She found him lounging on his bed reading a sports magazine. She cleared her throat to announce her presence. He looked up and gave her a big grin.

"I'm going out for my walk," Morgana said attempting to be civil.

"Okay," was all he said in reply and went back to reading his magazine (or was he just looking at pictures?).

"Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked, not being able to help herself.

"What's wrong with relaxing? I had a hard week at work," he said, not bothering to look up this time.
She shook her head at the fact he thought he worked hard and left him to it.

She met up with Gwen on the usual corner and they started their walk through the quiet suburban streets. It was in the middle of the walk when it started.

Morgana's vision of the alley way swirled. It disoriented her and she stopped just before a cushioned bench next to someone's back entrance. The image of a tall, slender male formed in front of her.

He stood behind the cushioned bench, with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed all in black. Skinny black jeans with a chain hanging from the guy's right hand pocket. A fitted black tee with a large dark print on it she couldn't quite make out. Even his hair was black. He also wore thick black leather cuffs on his wrists and the expression on his face didn't look entirely friendly. It was stern and questioning at the same time.

Morgana had no idea the guy was or why he was in her vision. Then her vision shifted and an image of Arthur was at her feet. He sat, one leg stretched out and the other knee up with his arm resting on it, showing off the watch their father had given him for his last birthday. His other arm was holding his weight as he leaned back on it, showing off his body like a model would.

Her younger brother was wearing a casual long sleeve shirt, sleeves pushed up just past his elbows, with a pair of faded jeans. The outfit was something he would usually wear on a night out apart from the fact there was none of his usual colour. His jeans and shirt were both black. She had to admit, it did make his golden blonde hair stand out that little bit more.

But they both looked out of place with the bright pale yellow of the painted brick walls to the alley and green plants with various coloured flowers, which had been the first things to swirl and distort in her vision.

What did it mean?

Morgana could hear the whisper of frantic words, but she was focused on her brother and the strange man. Why was she being shown them? Together, they looked like they were up to no good. Wait... together... the black! Oh no!

"Morgana!" The forceful tug on her arm made the guys disappear so all she saw in front of her was the bench and the rest of the alley. "Morgana, answer me," Gwen pleaded.

"Answer what?" she asked.

"Thank goodness. For a second there I thought you were having another one of your visions."

Morgana smiled brightly at her best friend. Gwen had been with her a few times before when her visions had struck. Usually they played out like a movie, so they took longer and were easier to pick. This had just been an image, quick. She would keep this one to herself for the time being.

"No, just a moment of remembering something I forgot to do last night," she lied. But Gwen accepted her explanation and they continued walking.

~*inspired being*~

A Promise Between Friends

inspired_being — Mon, 03 Sep 2012 02:33:40 GMT

Title: A Promise Between Friends
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin, Gwen, Gwaine
Summary: Gwaine got his race and the ride in the forest proven to yield more questions than answers.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 845
Prompt: #21 Promise
Author's Notes: I should have put this up a while ago, but have been rather busy. Anyway, here is the next instalment in the Seen and Hidden ‘verse. I had to go back and watch a few clips of Gwaine as research =P Enjoy!

They rode out into the forest. They knew it would be the safest place to have the conversation.

Gwaine got the race he was after. Gwen almost beat him. Merlin lagged behind. He didn’t know what to think of Gwaine’s laid back reaction or if that was his true reaction. And what had he thought was happening between them when he had come rushing into the stables? If Gwaine jumped to the wrong conclusion and word got back to Arthur… Merlin didn’t want to have to try and explain that to the King.

Gwen and Gwaine now had their horses side by side. Gwaine glanced at her and then made a gesture with his head, flicking his hair back in Merlin’s direction. Gwen laughed and shook her head. Well, at least I don’t have to explain that one to him, Merlin thought.

Birds whistling in the trees caused Merlin to look skyward. The light was beginning to fade. They would need to head back to the castle soon. He urged his horse to a canter until he catch up with the other two.

The knight looked at Merlin as his horse slowed to a walk next to them. Merlin smiled at him and Gwaine returned it.

“So Gwaine…” Merlin started awkwardly.

“Yes Merlin?”

“Umm… what exactly did you hear me say back at the stables?”

Gwaine was silent for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure he could say the words out loud. Merlin had been the first friend he had made in Camelot and they were even closer these days, but he hadn’t known about Merlin’s magic. He should have known.

“I heard you talking about Morgana,” he said finally.

“Oh,” was all Merlin could manage as a reply.

“You’re probably right about her, you know. Even though I didn’t know what she was like before she turned, but from what I’ve been able to piece together from stories, there was probably nothing anyone could have done… save maybe Uther. But that was never going to happen.”

“I know,” Merlin sighed. “I think I will always carry some guilt about her though.”

“Probably only natural, I guess.”

They rode for a short while without talking and just the sound of their horse’s hooves on the ground, the birds and other animals rustling in the trees. Gwen had moved a little further to the left of Gwaine to give them a little bit of privacy.

The knight was the one to break their silence. “I heard you talk about having magic… like it was second nature.” This time he sounded slightly upset. “Were you serious? Do you really have magic?”

Merlin didn’t really know how he was supposed to answer that, so he decided on the truth. Apart from hiding his magic, he had always found it easy to just be himself around Gwaine and now wasn’t much different. “Yes, I really do have magic. I was born with it.”

“Born with it?” Gwaine repeated.

“My father was the last Dragonlord,” Merlin said by way of explanation.

“The Dragonlord you and Arthur went in search for to save Camelot from the Great Dragon?”

“Yes, he was my father. Arthur didn’t know at the time.”

“Well…wow… that must have been tough.”

“It’s was. Arthur caught me crying and told me that ‘no man was worth my tears’.”

Gwaine frowned in disapproval. “Does that mean there are no more Dragonlords or Dragons left?”

“No. The Great Dragon, Kilgharrah, is still alive and after my father’s death, he passed the honour of being a Dragonlord to me.”

“That’s good. At least not everything died with him.”

“Yes, it is good in many aspects. I still would have liked to have had more time with him.”

“You were lucky to get any.” Gwaine didn’t like the sombre tone of their conversation, so he decided to change the subject to something a bit less depressing. “So, what can you do with your magic? Have you ever used it against Arthur? Used it to help you do chores?”

This put a smile on Merlin’s face due to some of the memories which came to mind. He looked ahead and saw the sun quite close to the horizon. “I can do a great deal of things,” he said in response to Gwaine’s questions.

“Like what?”

“I think we should probably head back to the castle, before we lose too much light,” Merlin said. “I promise I will tell you all the answers to your questions and more, but not today.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Gwaine promised. Merlin knew he would.

They were great friends, Merlin might may even gone as far as calling them best friends, and he was glad that the people who he cared for most (beside his mother and Arthur), were galloping with him back to the castle. He was glad they now both knew about his magic and he didn’t have to hide anything from them anymore. He was glad they had taken the news in their stride and his friendship with both of them seem quite unharmed.

~*inspired being*~

An Extra Kiss

inspired_being — Fri, 24 Aug 2012 05:32:39 GMT

Title: An Extra Kiss
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen
Summary: Merlin ends his txts with a hug and kisses, but not for everyone
Warnings: None
Word Count: 572
Prompt: camelot_drabble's #20 Kissing
Author's Notes: This is me taking a break from the usual series for a bit of fluffy fun :P

The gang was waiting at the local pub for Merlin, who was late yet again. When Gwen’s phone went off, Arthur lent over her shoulder to see if it was from Merlin. As it turned out, it was and the twit was still another five to ten minutes away. Arthur also noticed there was one less kiss at the end of the message then what Merlin usually the txts he sent to him.

At first, the way Merlin had ended his messages had bugged Arthur. It had made him feel uncomfortable but he had gotten used to it and now it was just normal Merlin. If those three letters, xox, weren't at the end of the txt, Merlin was most likely angry or disappointed with him for some reason or another… or it was just someone else using Merlin's phone (Gwaine usually).

Arthur had gotten so used to the way Merlin ended his messages that he found he frowned when the hug and kisses weren't there. Sometimes he would even worry about what he might have done wrong.

But why was an extra kiss on his messages?

“Does Merlin usually end his messages to you like that?” Arthur questioned Gwen.

“Most of the time,” Gwen replied, looking at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“No reason,” he answered nonchalantly. She gave him a weary smile and then went back to her drink and talking to Lance.

Arthur turned to his other friends. “Hey. Leon, Percy, Gwaine. Can I have a look at your phones for a second?”

None of them questioned him, they just handed the phones over. Arthur checked their messages from Merlin. They were the same as Gwen’s, just one kiss and one hug (although Gwaine got the occasional extra hug).

He handed his friend’s phones back and was lost to the noise of the bar and his own thoughts, trying to think of the plausible reason for Merlin always sending him two kisses.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.”

Merlin’s voice brought Arthur out of his own head. Arthur watched the way he interacted with everyone, saying his hello with the usual hug or pat on the back. Thinking back, Arthur noticed Merlin tended to leaving saying hello to him last and tonight wasn’t any different.

After their usual, slightly awkward hug, Arthur asked, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He motioned Merlin to follow him to the end of the bar.

As soon as Merlin sat down, he cut right to the chase. “Why do you put an extra kiss at the end of the text messages you send me?”

Merlin blushed a little. “I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Well,” said Arthur, getting impatient.

“Well… the usual hug and kiss is just for friends, but the extra x,” Merlin paused that didn’t happen often. He seemed to be thinking about how to word his answer, which wasn’t like him. “The extra kiss is because I’ve wanted to do it for real but didn’t think you feel the same, so I settled for an extra virtual one.”

Arthur just smiled and shook his head. Before Merlin could say another word, he was kissing the adorable man’s lips. He could hear woof whistles coming from the loud pub crowd and he was sure one of them was Gwaine’s, but he didn’t care. Merlin was kissing him back, almost falling off his chair as he did, and the rest was history.

~*inspired being*~

The News Is Broken

inspired_being — Thu, 16 Aug 2012 23:19:29 GMT

Title: The News is Broken
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen, Gwaine
Summary: Arthur tells Gwen, who confronts Merlin and Gwaine can’t help himself
Warnings: None
Word Count: 996
Prompt: #19 Eavesdropping
Author's Notes: The next instalment in the Seen and Hidden ‘verse. I get the feeling there may only be a little more before this bunny is ready to hop off away from my head and into the sunset… but not just yet. Enjoy!

The King dismissed his manservant for the rest of the night.

Merlin didn’t complain. It was only natural Arthur would want some time alone to comprehend all that had transpired between them. He had said he understood and Merlin believed him, but he knew it would take time for the truth to really sink in. It would take time for it not to feel like a waking dream and for the shock to wear off. He would give Arthur the time and space he needed.

He even asked Gwen to take Arthur his breakfast the following morning. He wasn’t sure if Arthur would be ready to see him again or not, so he chose not to risk it.

---

Later that morning, Gwen found Merlin in the stables, tending to one of the horses.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” was all she could say when she saw him.

“He told you?” Merlin fought the urge to jump on to the horse and ride off to avoid having to face his friend.

“It took some work, but he eventually relinquished,” Gwen admitted. “But why couldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to put anyone in danger,” Merlin replied. It was the truth but it didn’t make the hurt any less.

“Lancelot knew,” she protested.

“He wasn’t supposed to know. He found out by accident.”

Their conversation continued with Merlin trying to explain Lancelot’s knowledge of his magic and why he had not told her sooner.

---

Gwaine was bored. He was sick of besting everyone in their training duels with the swords and every other weapon. Percival had proved difficult at first, but once you found his weakness, he wasn’t so hard.

He noticed Gwen going down to the stables and it had gave him an idea.

“Hey Leon, you want a race?”

“Race? What kind?”

“Horse riding. I bet I can beat you around the lower town, including the farms.”

It was a challenge, but one he thought he wouldn’t have too much trouble with. Leon didn’t like the idea and he knew better than to entertain Gwaine and his wild ideas.

“What about you Elyan?” Gwaine said turning to the next Knight in line. Elyan laughed and shook his head. “No thanks.”

Gwaine didn’t bother with Percival. He knew he avoid horses when he could. They didn’t like him much, especially when he tried to climb up on to them.

So Gwaine was left with his boredom. He contemplated going to see Arthur, but knew better than to disturb the King with such trivial matters when magic was on the Council agenda.

Finally, he decides to go down to stable anyway. He would see what Gwen was up to. Maybe she’d go for a ride with him, if he was lucky.

As Gwaine drew closer to the stable Gwen had enter, he began to hear the whisper of voices and they got louder with the closing distance.

“--protect everyone as much as I could.” It was Merlin’s voice yet the words didn’t seem to fit.

“I know you would have,” came a female voice in between sobs. It had to be Gwen and she was crying. Why? Gwaine was just about to move towards to the entrance when Merlin spoke again.

“I tried to help Morgana, even though I was warned not to, but having spent years in Uther’s care… she had already made up her mind. Sometimes, I think I may have made the same choice if I had been in her position.”

Gwaine got the feeling that this probably wasn’t a conversation he should be eavesdropping on but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. He considered Merlin his best friend. They could talk about anything together and had done so on many occasions. Although, the tone in Merlin’s voice was not one he thought he had hear before. It was more solemn than he had ever heard it before.

“Her magic had the potential to rival my own—”

Rival my own. Had he heard that correctly? Gwaine push his ear closer to the gap in the stable wall.

“—blinded by her anger and feelings of betrayal. I couldn’t have changed that.”

Gwaine couldn’t make what Gwen said next. Her voice was muffled.

“You still have me. I’ll be here to protect Arthur and you and the rest of Camelot. I will help people to see that magic can be used for good as well as evil and that good will always come out on top. I think my magic has proven that, don’t you?”

Whatever Gwen’s reply was, Gwaine didn’t hear it. He was at the stable entrance and rushing inside to find her in Merlin’s arms.

---

Gwen hears the rustling of the straw under foot as the knight rush into the stable. She looks up at Merlin, who is looking towards the entrance, and realising what their hug might look like to someone else, she quickly pushes away. She puts a small, but large distance between her and her King’s manservant and faces their company.

Gwaine is standing in front of them with a rather shocked and confused look on his face.

“Umm…” was all the Knight could manage to say.

“Hi Gwaine,” Merlin said in an attempt to break the awkward moment. “What brings you down to the stables?”

“I… umm…” Gwaine stammers, trying to get over his shock. “I was coming down to… ask Gwen if she would go for a ride with me. I saw her come down here not long ago.”

“Oh, well that sounds like a nice idea.” Gwen glanced at the horses. “Shall we?”

“Wait,” the Knight said, remembering why he had rushed in here in the first place. “What were you two…?” He pointed his finger at each of them in turn. Gwen and Merlin just looked at each other and then back to Gwaine. “I heard what you said.” He directed the statement to Merlin.

“Maybe we should all go for ride.”

~*inspired being*~

Memories Are Golden

inspired_being — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 23:41:09 GMT

Title: Memories are Golden
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur has a trip down memory lane, with a twist.
Warnings: Spoilers (mostly season’s 1 & 2)
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: camelot_drabble's #18 Gold
Author's Notes: The next instalment in the Seen and Hidden ‘verse. I followed my plan this time and then let the boys take me for a journey. Not a cliffhanger this week (I don’t think), but definitely room for more.

Merlin let his magic wash over Arthur, letting him see and feel the truth he had been blind to in all the years he had known Merlin.

Images appeared across Arthur’s vision and he saw himself just outside the castle wall, throwing knives at a target being moved by his old squire. He thought about how cocky he looked and then realised it wasn’t his thought, but Merlin’s. For a second he saw passed the scene to focus on the reality that was Merlin standing in front of him, arm stretched out and unnatural amber eyes in his thin face.

It was only a second and then Merlin’s memory of their first meeting was all he could see. This must have been where it all started. And it was. Merlin had used magic to get the upper hand in their little contest and later used it to save his life. It had been the use of magic which had brought them together, by Uther’s ruling no less.

Images and scenes from their past continued to flash before him. Some memories lingered while others passed quickly.

Arthur was seeing how Merlin’s use of magic had not only saved his life countless times, but the lives of all those in Camelot. He had used magic to expose criminals, help friends, as a source of light in the dark when he was barely alive.

He had used magic to help Arthur be the hero and Prince he was expected to be. He helped strangers… Lancelot; he had seen, he had known and accepted Merlin’s magic, kept the knowledge secret.

Arthur saw the Great Dragon in its cave… my kin… forging his sword while Merlin held it out to him.

Arthur saw Merlin using magic to save Ealdor, not Will.

Merlin used his magic to save more lives; his father, Camelot and him. He had been willing to give his life as had Arthur.

Merlin had stopped powerful sorcerers, thwarted assassins, tried to help Morgana and failed and deceived a ‘witchfinder’.

When Arthur had learned truth, Merlin had sacrificed magic’s return to Camelot to stop him from doing something which would have likely destroyed him.

Over time, Merlin had found and lost a kindred spirit, stopped the destruction Camelot, freed the Great Dragon and truly found himself.

The scenes moved faster but Arthur gained knowledge from them all. The times Merlin had acted behind his back to uncover and thwart the evil, magic or not, were numerous and Arthur hardly knew what to do with all the information.

Doubt began to enter his mind and was stopped with an image of him with all his closest Knights, standing together, standing for what they believe in. He saw the scene from Merlin’s point of view, beside him as always. Emotions came rushing with the image; pride, belonging, happiness and trust were the strongest feelings. It stopped the doubt and pushed it back.

Arthur continued to see how Merlin’s magic had helped him become the person he was today. It had helped lead him away from his father’s path of destruction due to his blinding pain and anger. How it had given him the chances to make mistakes and to correct them.

Finally, the images and scenes began to subside and Arthur slowly opened his eyes, not remembering when he closed them. Merlin was the thing his eyes focused on first.

As the warlock (This would be how they would be known from now on, Arthur thought) lowered his arm to his side, the King witnessed the gold evidence of magic leave his eyes. He blinked and the rest of his chamber appeared behind Merlin.

Arthur was suddenly cold. The warmth of Merlin’s magic was gone from his skin and he fought the urge to fold his arms across his chest.

He remained speechless, standing straight with his arms by his sides, starring into Merlin’s face. His chest moved up and down with his slightly quickened breathing. His mind was working at a million miles a minute trying to comprehend all he had seen and all that he now knew by Merlin sharing of information.

Merlin was almost mirroring him. He didn’t speak. Arthur knew, by the expression on his face, he was waiting for the King’s reaction.

“Merlin, I…” Arthur started, but didn’t know how to continue. A flash of worry crossed his manservant’s face before his face did it’s best to be blank or was that hopeful. He couldn’t bear to look into his eyes anymore so he settles for taking in the rest of the man’s, warlock’s, body.

His clothes were tattered, torn in places, but relatively clean. A memory of him in neat, formal court entire came to Arthur and then the plans he had been making for an Advisor of Magic.

The King looked back at Merlin’s face and immediately knew his manservant’s reason for revealing his magic after all this time. Both his heart and his head agreed. Merlin was perfect for the job. He needn’t look anywhere else.

But how would he explain it to all the others? Arthur pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was letting Merlin know he understood, and as he thought it, he knew it was true. He knew he understood. How or why, he wasn’t one hundred precent sure on, but he knew it was true.

He would figure the other things out with time. Right now, he would tell Merlin the truth.

“I understand.”

The relief that spread across Merlin’s face was instead and his whole body relaxed at the sound of those two words. Arthur saw a broad smile crossed his face before the man brought his hand up to cover it. If the King didn’t know better, he might have thought the movement was to disguise the original movement for a hug.

Merlin moved his hand to sit under his chin to say, “I’m sorry, I would have told you—”

Arthur returned his smile, “I know.”

~*inspired being*~