Thank you!! 😍

“That’s a terrible plan.” “It’s your husband’s plan.” “It’s still terrible.” “Gwaine went with him.” “Oh God, they’re going to die.” “That… is a possibility, Sire.” “Find them and bring them home. Take Leon with you.” “Right away.” “And Lancelot?” “Yes, Sire?” “Don’t let him do anything noble.” “Yes Sire.”

And a bonus 100 word ficlet because why not?

Arthur is a sore loser. Which is unfortunate, because Merlin always trounces him at scrabble. He’s still sulking on the sofa, arms crossed, when Merlin returns from videocalling Will, and he stubbornly ignores him even when he climbs onto his lap and trails fluttering kisses across his neck. Time for the big guns then. Tummy tickles. Within seconds Arthur is laughing beneath him, shifting onto his back and jamming his hands under Merlin’s shirt to tickle him too. One of them accidentally kicks a vase off the side table but neither of them cares. They’ve always hated that vase anyway.

I am! Thank you 😄

“Isn’t she adorable?” “Merlin, we’re not getting a cat.” “Don’t you listen to the mean man.” “Merlin-” “Oh look, she likes you.” “…We’re not getting a cat.” “Oh! She’s purring!” “That tickles, stop it!” “She’s giving you kisses, don’t be ungrateful.” Sigh. “We’re getting a cat.” “Let’s call her Aithusa.”

Thank you so much @mugchild!! 🥰

Did I take this as an excuse to write six ficlets? Yes, yes I did.

Arthur is not a morning person. Merlin had learned that pretty quickly. It takes multiple attempts to get him out of bed, and then he’s always in a bad mood. One morning, Merlin kisses him awake on impulse, and for the first time, Arthur is smiling as his eyes open.

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Across the battlefield, their eyes locked. Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot was even more impressive than his reputation, blood splattered armour glinting in the dying sun and sword still raised. Grim determination was clear on his face. It didn’t matter, Merlin knew. He would be no match for his magic.

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Merlin rolled over, shuffling closer to Arthur. Arthur shifted in his sleep, tucking his head down into Merlin’s neck. Merlin threaded his fingers into Arthur’s hair, scratching his scalp absently. “Feels nice,” Arthur mumbled, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s collar bone. Merlin smiled. It was early yet; they had time. 

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“I tol-” “If you value your life, do not finish that sentence.” “…it was very noble of you to cover me with your cloak.” “We’ll never here the end of this.” “Who’s we? It was your idea to have sex on the roof, I’m an innocent party.” “Merlin, shut up.”

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Morgana is onto them. Arthur’s not subtle – just last evening Merlin had been refilling Arthur’s wine and Arthur had rested a hand on his back the whole time, thumb stroking his shirt idly and pinky just tucked into his waistband. Morgana’s onto them, but Merlin can’t bring himself to care.

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“You can all thank me later.” Gwaine smirks, walking into the room with his arms held up in victory. “For what?” Elyan asks warily. “I got Merlin drunk.” The others stare at him in confusion. “Arthur is escorting him to bed as we speak.” “Poetry.” Leon grins, and Gwaine winks.

Thank you!!

It wasn’t so much the fact that Arthur was the love of Merlin’s life that was the problem. It was more the principal of the thing. Merlin had made it perfectly clear that Arthur was off limits for attacks. Really. He had. And yet here he was saving him. Again.

Thank you!

“I cannot believe you let them do this.”  “I mean… who lets those two do anything?”  “Aren’t you supposed to stop them from enacting their ridiculous plans?”  “They have co-conspirators. They got Gwaine to distract me.”  “Ah.” “Just wait until Cook gets hold of them. That was her favourite pan.”

Thank you! 💖

“Oh, you would side with Guinevere.”  “Arthur…” Merlin pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. Of all the royals to get stuck with… why couldn’t Mithian have been his destiny, she was so nice. Arthur made his teeth ache.  “You’re cute when you’re mad.”  Really, Arthur was the worst. 

Thank you! 😘

It’s not often Merlin gets Arthur to himself. Not really, not when there’s always so much to do. So, he can’t even be mad at the knights when they lock them in Arthur’s chambers, with laughter and reassurances that the kingdom won’t fall apart if they take one day off. 

Thank you! ❤️

The early morning sun slid across Merlin’s eyes, and he lifted a hand to shield his face. Arthur was still asleep; buried in the blankets. Merlin couldn’t even see him. He could feel him though, a foot against his calf, a warm hand twined with his. He felt at home.