Incorrect Merlin Quotes
Merlin: So, Gwaine, what's your New Year's resolution?
Gwaine: Resolution?
Merlin: Y'know, a goal you want to achieve this year. Like reading a certain amount of books, or going for a run every day.
Gwaine: Oh? So what's your resolution?
Merlin: Uh...
Don't let Arthur die. Save everyone. Stop lying even though it might kill him. Be Emrys. Keep everyone safe and happy even if it means he will be in constant mental and physical pain.
Merlin: Um. Find a new employer who isn't such an ass?
Gwaine laughs, and Merlin lets out a relieved sigh, forcing himself to laugh along with him. Gwaine had drunk enough tankards to be tipsy, but Merlin had been tipping his own into the grass whenever his friend wasn't looking.
Merlin: What's your resolution, then?
Gwaine is quiet for a moment, his arm slung over Merlin's shoulder as he looks up at the stars. His gaze is fond when he turns to look at Merlin.
Gwaine: I want to help you feel safe and happy. That's all the resolution I need.
Merlin doesn't acknowledge the sudden wetness behind his eyes, but he leans into Gwaine's embrace as Camelot welcomes the New Year.
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"The safe sort of warmth."
OCs: Connor Achton and Jasmine (taterswithranch)
Story type: Fluff + hinted Hurt / Comfort
Relationship: Friendship or Heteroplatonic
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"How do you feel now?"
Connor could only shrug his shoulders tiredly and bring his knees closer to his chest, sighing quietly as he felt his heartbeat steady in his chest. His limbs still tingled with phantom sensations, those of burns and extreme heat that made him curl inward and stare at any surface in the room that looked cold (for now it was the plain white corner of the ceiling). Despite Jasmine's kind and incredibly helpful efforts to aid him earlier, the wake of his episode still left a draining toll that flared up the moment he let his guard down.
Pyrophobia was torment.
The officer tried his very best to ignore the hot chills creeping up his back, spreading across his limbs and crawling beneath his skin to make his hairs stand on end. Connor couldn't hide the shiver that was provoked, but then froze up awkwardly when he heard Jasmine's voice again from above, her arm wrapped around his shoulders and holding him to her side.
"Are you feeling cold?"
Connor realized that the tingles were, in fact, not phantom feelings, but a simple matter that he felt cold. He felt foolish for a brief moment before nodding shyly. In response the owl flexed her wings and encased them around the man, swiftly scooping him up into her arms and holding him close. Connor almost immediately sank into her touch, yet to his dismay the shivers remained.
"... My apologies, Jasmine," he mumbled softly, subtly trembling against her chest, "but nothing really changed..."
While he wanted to shake off the chills and seep into a more tolerable state, Connor was also wary and afraid that perhaps he would become... too warm. Too hot. Then it would happen again, and Jasmine's efforts would be swept through the window. Above, Jasmine weighed different options in her head; she could wrap him in a blanket, although out of the many she owned none were really thin enough for this circumstance. She could possibly make him something warm to drink, perhaps some tea, yet that would take a while and she was hesitant to leave Connor alone in his present state.
Then an idea clicked in her head. Jasmine unfolded her wings and reached for the hem of her hoodie, pulling it up over her head and handing it to the man situated on her lap.
"How about you put this on?" she suggested with a smile, watching Connor cautiously slide the eight-sizes-too-large hoodie over his head and maneuver his limbs to fit into the sleeves. Wearing the hoodie, he had a similar appearance to Dexter whenever he wore it; it was like a blanket on him.
Connor let the sleeves hang loose over his arms and pulled the hood up over his head, which covered a large portion of his face to which Jasmine let a quiet chuckle and tugged it back to show his eyes. She was even more gleeful to see Connor manage a small smile too, leaning back against her chest and weakly wrapping his arms around her torso. The owl did the same in return, folding both arms and wings around the man and holding him even closer, brown and beige feathers encasing them both.
Warmth immediately flooded Connor's body, but instead of the prickly, uncomfortable heat that would spike terrible memories as it flared higher and stronger, this warmth was tender, more light and mild, as if he was blanketed by the spring sun. An affectionate whine breached the surface as he melted into the embrace, joy swelling in his chest as, under the guise of snugness for the first time, he felt safe.
"You like it?" he heard the librarian above him ask fondly, brushing a hand across his cheek and trailing the burn scar that adorned it. Once again he could only manage a near-silent hum of adoration, closing his eyes as he felt his body weigh down like lead. Jasmine chuckled as she ran one hand up and down his back, scritching with her nail as she combed the other hand through his muted blue hair. She flared her aura once more, eyes glowing a vibrant pink as she watched Connor drift into a pleasant sleep.
"'Kay, I guess you can keep it a little longer."
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Based on this drawing by Tater some time ago:
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Eddie's eyes trace up the length of Buck’s throat to the dark circles under his eyes and the thin sheen of sweat along his brow. He looks exhausted in a way Eddie is intimately familiar with, and he can't help but lean into Buck’s space, letting the press of his body offer some silent support.
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