Some Additional Kisses From The Notes; Perwaine 'kiss To Distract From Pain' And Lancelot/Merlin/Gwaine

I don't think I'm physically capable of writing a magic reveal fic that involves Leon finding out about Merlin’s magic and him NOT being supportive. The very idea of writing Leon reacting poorly is unthinkable to me. I may write Merlin thinking Leon will react poorly, but him actually reacting negatively? I can not do it.

Merlin fic ideas/prompts

I’ve had so many ideas for fics since getting active in the fandom, and while I’ve written pieces of things, I haven’t finished anything yet. So, I want to release some of these ideas into the wild for anyone interested to run with. If it ends up inspiring me further later, well, the more the merrier, right?

“I would not allow Merlin to be executed under any circumstances,” Arthur said. “I mean it. He could practice magic under the king’s nose, and I would still see no harm come to him.”

Uther tells Arthur to reward Merlin after he publicly saves his life again. Instead of giving him money or some other minor gift the king might recommend, Arthur decides to give him an education worthy of a noble, which carries implications.

A blizzard overwhelms Camelot while Arthur, Merlin, and the knights are on a patrol. The life-threatening weather forces them to seek refuge, and the nearest sanctuary turns out to be a magical temple. After learning Arthur’s identity the temple guardians/priestesses intend to refuse them shelter. Merlin reveals himself as Emrys to ensure their entry.

KNUCKLE KISSES

So, I've been binging Doctor Who, starting with Series 3 (okay, a bit of a weird place to start, but this is a judgment-free zone, so shh). And I have absolutely fallen in love with the Ten/Martha/Jack trio and I just have so many feelings about these three. And there are a criminal lack of fics with the three of them in a romantic/sexual relationship. So, like you do when you don't find enough of what you want to read, I'm writing it! I have like three DW fics underway at the moment and if anyone wants to talk to me about it in the comments, or just generally chat about this trio, feel free to hit me up in the comments or direct messages! I crave interactions with other fanfic writers/Doctor Who fans!

Literally sobbing. A judge, a US judge defended us. A judge brought up intersex people, uaing the term intersex, to *defend* us by not allowing our erasure. I'm having a lot of feelings right now

"Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?"

Hello! This request was written by @astrid-foreverythingelse! Hope you enjoy!

“Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?”

Hiccup looked up from the vegetables he was chopping into the curious eyes of his daughter across from him.  A piece of parchment with a crude drawing of sheep in a pasture lay forgotten in front of her.  However, the charcoal remained in her hand as she absentmindedly fiddled with it, waiting patiently for her father’s response.

Hiccup glanced down at his prosthetic and then back to his daughter.  “I have two legs!  See?” he said, stepping around the table and dancing in a small circle.

Zephyr laughed.  “No, Daddy!  How come Mommy has two normal legs and you have a metal one!”

“Well, I’d hardly call your mother’s legs normal,” he joked, earning him a punch in the arm from his wife.  She scooped up some of the vegetables and playfully glared at him, crossing the room to the firepit as Hiccup massaged his sore arm.

“Daddy,” Zephyr insisted through giggles.  “Uncle Tuffie said a troll took it ‘acuz you wouldn’t give him a buckle off your s’irt.  Is that true?”

Astrid snorted over by the firepit, and Hiccup rolled his eyes.  “You’re absolutely right Zephyr,” Astrid said before Hiccup could say a word.  “Your Daddy loves his shirt buckles so much that he let a troll take his leg instead of losing one.”

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oh my god i love the percival doing a ritual to emrys. we gotta have a continuation where they find out MERLIN is emrys !

@letscatchyoulater Here is the sequel to this drabble here! Also, you guys might have already read this one, but a similar fic I have on ao3 is Have You Heard where basically the knights go around hearing dramatic rumors about Emrys while Merlin just tries and fails to correct them. Enjoy!

“...wait. What did you just call him?”

Merlin felt that ever since entering Camelot he had embraced quite a few experiences that included everything from downright terror to shuddering frustration. This though... The combination of panic and fear causing his very soul to zip out of his body so he was left with only cold acceptance... Well... That one was new.

“Emrys?” The boy repeated and blinked. “That... That’s his name.” He said, studying each of the knights carefully before turning to Merlin. “Magic is legalized.” He said as a sort of baffled explanation as to why he had practically kicked Merlin’s identity out into the open.

“Yeah,” Merlin sighed, running a hand over his face. “Yeah, it is.” He agreed and risked a glance at where the others had all turned to stare at him.

“Emrys? Like the deity Percival prays to?” Leon asked and Merlin felt himself flush slightly as he tripped over his words trying to respond to that.

“Why does he think you’re Emrys?” Elyan asked slowly. Merlin didn’t answer. After a couple beats of silence he spoke again. “...No.” He said. The druid boy nodded. “I... But... Does Gwen know?” He tried. Merlin snorted.

“Uh... No. Please don’t tell her-”

“Of course, I’m going to tell her! How can I not tell her? Merlin! You’re bloody man of myth!” He said loudly and put his hands on top of his head. “This whole time? How -?”  

“I don’t know what I was expecting.” Merlin said under his breath. He tried to get a better look at Arthur but it was hard to see his face with Percival practically hyperventilating as Gwaine worriedly patted his shoulder.

“Em... You?” He managed in a voice ridiculously high for someone so large. “I’ve been... Next to... The whole time?!” He shrieked. The druid gave a firm nod which really only added to Merlin’s growing dislike of him. “I... Was this a test? Did I pass?” He gaped and Merlin pointed a finger at him in warning. “My lord-”

"Don’t you dare!” He said loudly. Percival froze. Merlin froze. He waited, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the brief war of emotions crossing the knight’s face. “Percival...” He began and shook his head when the knight slowly reached to his side. “Don’t do it-”

“Please accept these blueberries-”

“Damnit, Percival!”

“Hey, Emmy!” Gwaine interrupted, throwing up his hands “What the Hell? We did this nice prayer and gave you some blueberries and you didn’t even keep us from getting attacked half the time? What gives?” He asked. Merlin winced a bit at the real annoyance laced in his tone before scowling himself.

“I tried my best to protect you! And I didn’t even get to eat those blueberries-“

“Well that’s your fault for not telling us that you were a nature deity or whatever the fuck you are!” Elyan snapped at him. Merlin looked at the sky. “How long were you planning on keeping this to yourself?” He asked. Merlin shrugged helplessly.

“I don’t know... Forever?”

“Forever?!” Gwaine and Elyan shouted at the same time as the druid boy’s eyes widened with the first bit of regret since this debacle started. Percival hit them both on the back of the head.

“Do not yell at him!” He hissed and then froze. “Wait... Arthur hasn’t offended you has he? He didn’t mean any of what he said-”

Oh... Oh dear God no...

“Listen,” Merlin tried to say before everyone started panicking “You said yourself that I’m human. This doesn’t change-”

“Were you testing Arthur?”

“Oh, he definitely failed.”

“Of course, he failed.”

“He failed the moment he chased him around town with a mace.” Leon added casually. He seemed to be surprisingly the most accepting of the fact Merlin was a figure among pagan theology. That was a nice change of pace... Maybe Merlin should hang out with him more -

Percival threw up his hands in pure distress.

“You chased down Emrys with a mace?!” He shouted and it was then that Merlin was able to get a good look at the king. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem... Angry. If anything he was looking Merlin over with a thoughtful eyes, ignoring the panicked yells of his knights.

“The blue light.” He finally said and Merlin’s mind flashed to years prior. “The one that led me out of the cave.” He said. Oh. Right. Merlin nodded. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest. “The questing beast.” Merlin nodded again. “The griffin. Bastet.” He continued and waited. Not knowing what else to do. Merlin nodded again. “The dragon?”

“Emrys is also said to be a dragonlord.” Percival informed them knowledgeably. Merlin gave a slight gesture to him. Arthur nodded.

“My father?”

Merlin looked down.

“I did try to save him.” He said and swallowed. Everything around him seemed to still. Looking up, he half expected to find Arthur’s sword out, but the prince was only shaking his head.

“Why?” He finally asked. Merlin wasn’t sure if he meant his father specifically or all of it. Merlin was mulling over how detailed of an explanation he wanted to give when Leon cleared his throat.

“Are you the one who also keeps saving me?” He asked and at that... Well, at least Merlin’s reaction was completely genuine.

“I legitimately don’t know how you keep surviving this stuff.” He told him. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for years. I think you might have accidentally made yourself immortal.” He told him. Leon tilted his head. Percival, on the other hand, seemed to be ready with an explanation for that one.

“A blessing from Emrys-” He whispered. Merlin glared.

“No.”

“Did you like my prayers?” He asked and Merlin felt Lancelot’s voice from the grave whispering very vocal threats if he didn’t answer this correctly. Shifting, he tried his best to give a bright smile.

“...yes.” Merlin lied through his teeth. “Though, you know, you don’t have to-”

“He hated them.” Elyan said and Merlin felt his eyes widened. “You should have given him more blueberries, Perce-”

“No!” Merlin yelled and jumped in front of Percival as his face fell. “No, Percival. They were lovely, really. I’m just not used to-”

“Did you like Darren’s better?” Percival asked sounding absolutely defeated. Merlin felt his previous alarm falter slightly to make way for the confusion.

“Darren?” He asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Who’s Darren?” He asked and took the opportunity to hit Elyan’s arm in retaliation for being a jackass. Percival paused.

“...you don’t know Darren?”

“Should I?” Merlin asked. From where he had gone silent, the druid boy made a choking sound. “What? Who is Darren?” He repeated to the druid. Percival gave a slight ‘aha!’ under his breath which only served to confuse him more as he looked between the druid and knight in confusion.

“You didn’t hear my prayers?” The druid asked sounding scandalized.

Oh come on.

“Are you Darren?” Merlin asked and took a long breath. “I can’t actually hear you when you pray to me. Well, I can hear Percival’s because I’m physically there, but...” He trailed off and winced a little at Darren’s spluttering. “Darren, I’m sure your prayers were lovely.” He said weakly.

“But mine must have been better,” Percival cut in “Because he heard mine.”

“Does nobody care I have magic?” Merlin asked loudly. Everyone paused. Elyan and Gwaine looked at Leon who just bit his lip and looked at Arthur. Percival began shaking his head quickly.

“I’m sure I will be upset,” Arthur told him “But right now I’m trying to figure out why pagans worship you.” He said and furrowed his brows. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

...well. At least Arthur wasn’t phased by any of this.

“I don’t have a lot of experience in this, you arrogant-”

“I need you not to argue,” Percival interrupted calmly and then put a hand over his face as he looked between the two. “I can’t have Emrys and my king disrespecting one another-”

“You have your work cut out for you there, mate.” Gwaine snorted and reached into his pack to pull out a handful of berries. “Hey, if I give you these would you turn Elyan into a cow?” He asked. Merlin rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a bloody genie-”

“Yeah, you have to do a prayer with the offering.” Percival scoffed “Otherwise he won’t do it.”

“I’m not going to do it because Elyan is my friend.” Merlin said and Darren sighed.

“Ethereal beings often work in mysterious ways... Some just aren’t pleased with our sacrifices and prayers.” He said a bit dryly as his sniffed at the air. Merlin tried his best not to look annoyed for Percival’s sake.

“Darren, it isn’t mysterious. I just don’t want to turn Elyan into a cow-”

“I’ll convert if you want,” Gwaine cut in. “Percival, how do you convert to paganism?” He asked. At this, Arthur seemed to have a flicker of annoyance as he pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at Merlin.

“So you’re here to convert us all?” He asked and Merlin looked up again at the sky. “Who are you talking to up there?”

“I’m not - okay,” Merlin shouted, waving his hands. “We need to clarify some things. I’m not that big of a deal.” He said, raising his hands. “No prayers are needed. No offerings are needed. No sacrifices are needed. I’m flattered but I think there might have been something lost in translation because I’m not-”

“Lord Emrys!” Someone gasped and Merlin spun around to find a small crowd of people Merlin definitely didn’t know inching closer. No. No, no, no, no... “Look! Darren was right! It’s Lord Emrys!” They said and Merlin felt his eyes widen. Please. No. Don’t do this.

“Our prayers have been answered!”

“Lord Emrys!”

“Darren led us to Emrys!”

Merlin bit his lip. Slowly, he turned to where the druid was shuffling towards Arthur. He gave a weak smile when Merlin’s eyes landed on him.

“I, uh, got excited when I realized you were here...”

“Darren, what the Hell?”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Boromir (Son of Denethor II) & Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Éomer Éadig/Faramir (Son of Denethor II) Characters: Éomer Éadig, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Boromir (Son of Denethor II)(mentioned), Aragorn | Estel (mentioned), Denethor II (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, not on screen though, It's just being discussed, Faramir misses his brother, Established Relationship, Denethor's A+ Parenting, Has convinced Faramir that he's not worth anything, Éomer hates Denathor for how he treated Faramir, So do I, Men Crying, Cuddling & Snuggling, Loving and supportive Éomer, Rohan (Tolkien), Post-Canon, Post-War of the Ring

Summary:

Faramir struggles with guilt over Boromir's death, as well as missing his older brother. Luckily, his husband Éomer is there to comfort him.

Mercelot Week!

My entry for June 27, prompt: kidnapping