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by dante_s_hell
Summary:
Merlin returns to work after the events in The Poisoned Chalice. However, he actually needed a few more days to recover from his ordeal. Arthur ensures that he does.
Comments:
Adorable. Merlin is recovering after the effects of the poison and Arthur is very, very concerned. And he has to recover in Arthur’s bed, of course. Because of reasons. (And it was nice to see their relationship progress so much so early on in the show, which I don’t see often in fic).
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by sometimesophie / crookedassembly
Summary:
So this is what it felt like to be normal. Merlin opens his eyes to the cool, shining metal of Arthur's unsheathed blade.
"Sorcerer," Arthur spits.
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BEAUTIFULLY written. Intense. This kind of ansgty magic reveal (where Arthur reacts violently) hurts my stomach, but like, it's JUICY and i like juice. Though short this is a burst of feeling-- so deliciously ANGSTY and full of PAIN.
And Arthur turns so tender so quick?? the biscuits? the "careful? the vow??? it’s just so GOOD.
Caught between the warmth at his back and the intimate touch at his throat, Merlin feels ready to shatter into pieces. Heat floods the hollow emptiness within him and he sobs - just once. A dry, broken sound.
“It’s okay,” Arthur says, warm breath at his ear. “You’re safe. I give you my word.”
Merlin has never doubted Arthur’s word.
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by Shinybug
Summary (by me):
When Morgana tells Merlin he must not save Arthur on the coming hunt or else he will surely die, Merlin finds his devotion to Arthur and faith in Morgana tested.
Comments:
It was a perfectly ordinary day, no more likely to be the day Arthur died than any other.
I adore this fic! The concept is naturally tense in the most wonderful way. Morgana tells Merlin of her dream and her warnings, and by asking him to not jump in and save Arthur she’s asking him to trust not only her, but Arthur. That he can survive on his own. I love how she accompanied Merlin on the hunt to physically keep him from acing. I am a huge fan of this kind of mergana relationship— and god I get so happy whenever I see this direction for Morgana in canon. (If only Merlin had taken her under his wing and helped her! Ugh, I lose my mind thinking about the possibilities.) Also, I loved the little resulting spike of Arthur-jealousy and simultaneous Arthur-protectiveness.
The merthur scene was amazing (can I just say I love when Arthur is a bottom). The whole “promising discretion” thing was so sweet... once again I say, I. Love. Protective. Arthur.
"As the crown prince of Camelot I am not permitted to love a servant, but if I was, I would love you," by which Merlin understood that Arthur did in fact love him, and which was really what Arthur had meant in the first place.
The best fucking line (I was squealing).
I also adored the last interaction between Morgana and Merlin. I got chills. What a great ending— so full of hope.
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Merlin knew Arthur's trust wouldn't be unlimited, but he wished it hadn't run out now.
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warning for non-con!
Ughhh I am literally disgusted with Agravaine. (I haven’t watched the late seasons of Merlin in a while so I don’t remember the ~details~ of Agravaine’s character but I remember hating him/being repulsed by him, and this fic doesn’t help). I liked how Arthur reacted when Merlin asked to leave (I also appreciated seeing Merlin draw a line in the sand that I never see him draw-- usually in fics like this he bears his abuse to stay close to Arthur, which don’t get me wrong is in character, but seeing him stand up for himself and choose his own well-being and refusing to accept this was fantastic to read).
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by myashke
Summary:
When Arthur pushes Merlin away to protect him, what lengths will Merlin go to to remain in his life?
Comments:
I read this seven years ago. And although I couldn’t remember much about the fic, seeing the name struck a chord in me— so cliche, but it felt like an electric shock. Instant recognition. I remembered it was one of my favorite fics ever. I remembered images of freezing cold and bonfires, and lots of delicious hurt/comfort, probably the best you’ve ever read, my mind told me. And I remembered the tale centering around Merlin, on how much everyone loves him— I saw more images, snippets of the knights and Arthur trying to protect him— one of my favorite parts of the show and something I love to see in fics.
Arthur laced his gloved fingers through Merlin’s bare ones and lifted them up to his lips. “They’re gone,” he said, lowering their hands to rest on his thigh again, hoping Merlin’s ice cold fingers would warm beneath his own.
Merlin took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest pressing tightly against Arthur’s back. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he whispered, squeezing Arthur’s hand.
“Yes.” Arthur looked down at their joined hands, wondering if it would always be like this, Merlin touching him, their attraction sparking and being smothered over and over under the weight of duty for as long as Merlin stood at his side.
I am so, so glad I decided to reread this now. I needed it. I took my time with it, watching the page count anxiously, not wanting it to ever end.
To be able to read something like this is a gift. Truly. This fic is not only one of the best merthur fics I’ve read, but one of the best pieces of writing.
TLDR: Merlin risks his neck to save Arthur without thinking, of course, nearly freezing to death afterwards. Along with the knights (who play a very active role), they revive him and nurse him back to health slowly. Merlin and Arthur’s feelings come to the surface, along with plenty of angst and big sacrificial energy from both boys. Featuring: hurt/comfort, magic reveal, angst (so much angst) the best characterization of every character, Ealdor shenanigans, wonderful smut and delicious sexual tension, the whole gang of knights and a smattering of mergwaine. And my goddamn favorite thing, the best way I’ve ever seen it: Arthur recognizing everything Merlin has done and truly, truly valuing him.
the rest of my long-ass review below the cut lol!
Everything I said in my first review holds true. It’s beautiful and heart-wrenching. It’s pure, sickening hurt/comfort— if that’s your jam (and it sure is mine), oh boy you’ll be in heaven. It’s full of tenderness— the way Arthur, Gwaine, and Lancelot care for Merlin, the depth of Merlin’s feelings for Arthur, the supremely physical nature of this fic— the first half is a mess of tender touches and skin-to-skin, bodies trying save Merlin’s, described in excruciating detail.
"It’s just me,” Arthur whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead, his hand slowly rubbing down Merlin’s neck and back, fingers ghosting along his spine, settling finally on his hip.
Arthur held him tightly in place. He brushed slowly, gently back through Merlin’s hair, whispering in his ear, soothing him. “Shh, it’s alright, Merlin. I’m right here. You’re safe. Sleep now... you’ll feel better in the morning... I promise I’ll be right here...”
This is the stuff of hurt/comfort *dreams*. It’s achingly tender and beautiful and full of angst as Merlin stays near death, ice cold, goes through fever, and says and does things as his mind isn’t fully presence in his fever-addled state.
Arthur whispered prayers to God Almighty, to the Gods of the Old Religion, to Merlin himself. Be alive. Be alive.
He’d give up his right to the throne for a blood curdling cry from Merlin right now.
Arthur spends so much of this part of the fic panicking over Merlin, desperate for him to be alright. (One of my favorite merthur tropes)
“Trust me, he’ll thank you for it tomorrow.”
“Gods allow he has breath to thank me with tomorrow,” Arthur whispered, shaking his head as his own words stabbed into his chest. He lowered his cheek to Merlin’s again, whispering,” Gods allow he has breath to rant and rave, if he wants.”
I really love the characterization of everyone in this fic, but I want to focus on Arthur. The entire time I was reading I believed it was him, I believed I was reading about Uther’s-son-the-prince-of-Camelot, First Knight, all of it. I felt his burdens and his pain, the weight of the heavy choices (and one specific heavy choice, the main plot of this fic I suppose) he made.
Arthur pressed Merlin harder against the tree and he opened his eyes, gasping.
“I’m choosing Camelot over you, Merlin. An entire kingdom’s welfare. My bloodline’s future. My gods-damned destiny. And yours, if you stand by me.”
This sort of realism may not be every shipper’s cup of tea, but god is it mine. Because it doesn’t lessen Arthur’s love, need, longing for Merlin. It just incorporates the rest of Arthur into that, alongside it. And produces so much goddamn pain.
Arthur is not always gentle, he is possessive and jealous, but always quick to bury those feelings— unless he can lash out with his authority at his back. And if he does that, he apologizes.. sometimes. If he regains control quickly enough. If it’s one of the knights. (Not always if it’s Merlin). He misunderstands things often and is quick to believe the worst. But he never fails where it’s important— he tries, and that’s key. But he can be intuitive, too— I love how the magic reveal is handled, how it marinates in his mind for a while. How he knows before the reader even knows he knows, and long before anyone else does. It’s a credit done to Arthur we don’t see often— sometimes he reacts badly, or is shocked above all else.
“I thought you’d want rid of me,” Merlin said... “Someone who lied about who I really am.”
“Who? Oh, you mean the Merlin that is actually brave, intelligent, and loyal to the death?” he heard, low and close to his ear. “I’ve known him for a while, too.”
This is JUST.... everything I’ve ever wanted. The way Arthur values Merlin and sees everything he’s done post-magic reveal is one of the primary reasons I love this fic so much, as I’ve said, and I’ll talk about it more later. But another result of the magic reveal is Arthur becoming so protective of Merlin once he does realize. It’s the backbone of this fic.
Merlin grinned as everyone laughed, the light in his eyes a gift Arthur wouldn’t soon forget.
He would have to extinguish it, he knew, but he wouldn’t ever forget what Merlin had looked like in that moment, so entirely at peace with himself and everyone around him....
Pressing his leg harder against Merlin’s, Arthur clenched his jaw on the scream of frustration that welled in his chest.
^ this is Arthur’s reaction as he watches Merlin practice magic, glowing and happy and powerful and whole, because he is afraid that magic is the reason Merlin will die.
Had Merlin watched the executions and thought of himself tied to that post? Had he thought he would be able to escape before the fires were lit beneath him?
The very image of Merlin bound there made Arthur’s stomach curl into a tight knot.
The way Arthur would doom himself to be the villain, to deny himself happiness and even SAFETY— because now he knows he’s only lived this long because of Merlin— to protect Merlin, to prolong his life.
Merlin backed away as Arthur stepped forward again, reaching out to him. He didn’t know how to do this, to push Merlin away when his body felt half-empty with the desire to touch him.
The way he uses his authority as prince and what he is to Merlin to ensure it. (The way Merlin refuses to comply.) I love it so much.
Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reigning in his anger. “You’re right. I would defy my father and my king to protect you... but it wouldn’t be enough.... it makes me ill to think of how close you’ve come to the pyre.”
“I don’t care. I belong in Camelot, even if I end up a pile of ash.”
excuse me while I scream
“I have my company of knights to protect me.”
“They follow you, they don’t protect you,” Merlin whispered, letting go of Arthur’s arms and worrying the edge of his tunic, then looking into Arthur’s eyes, pleading. “Please don’t ask this of me.”
He’d expected a fight, defiance, but not this, not what amounted to begging.
DELICIOUS. ANGST. Arthur’s protectiveness coupled with Merlin’s stubbornness means we get a whole lot of angst and longing. They have to stay away from each other, but they can’t.
“I should never have let you,” Arthur whispered, shaking his head, “You’re enough of a distraction as it is.”
As they stared at one another, Merlin felt as if something irrevocable was slipping between them. “Arthur, I--”
“Enough,” he breathed, the word a plea more than a command. “We cannot-- I’m not free to--” Arthur sighed, brushing his thumb across Merlin’s lops, shaking his head. “This cannot happen again. Do you understand?”
... “Yes, sire.” Merlin pushed at Arthur’s arm, unwilling to wait for Arthur to let go, unable to lie there, so close, touching, when Arthur was already through with him.
.. Like a bucket of cold water, Arthur’s words had shocked him back into reality, holding up in front of him what he’d tried so hard to forget.
He was a servant, and he would obey.
excuse me?? do you see why you have to go read this fic right NOW, do you SEE?!!
“I knew. I knew and it still feels like I’m splitting open,” Merlin whispered.
ugh.
If anyone else had put that look on Merlin’s face, Arthur would have laid them out flat.
ughHH
“Your life is worth more than this,” Arthur said, smoothing the pad of his thumb across Merlin’s kiss-reddened lips...
Arthur clenched his fists and stared after him, desperate to follow. They couldn’t keep tearing each other to shreds like this. Something had to give.
God this fic is full of GOD-TIER PAIN. It’s genuinely baffling. amazing. groundbreaking, never been done before!!!!
And now I must, I must, discuss the clowning glory of this fic. The thing I wanted most from the show, that pained me the most when I was denied, that frustrated me most about the ending. Arthur seeing Merlin as the hero he is, the powerful sorcerer who did so much for Arthur, Arthur’s family, Arthur’s kingdom. But more than that. Arthur seeing and valuing Merlin, the man. Gaius, Hunith, Gwaine, Lancelot, the knights— they don’t value Merlin because of his magic, or because what he has done or can do for them. It isn’t gratitude they feel. It’s love. And it’s the same for Arthur, here. And I can’t tell you how dear that is to me. How lovely it is to read.
And despite knowing him so well, Merlin had believed in his ability to become a better man from the beginning. Arthur wasn’t blind; he could see that Merlin had reshaped his attitudes over the years, had taught him to think for himself instead of blindly following his father’s example. He learned from Merlin to see beyond pride and the nobility, to be a servant to the people instead of ruling them as his father did.
From the very first moment they’d met, Merlin had encouraged him in gentlest, surest way to seek out the right thing and do it, say it, help it to happen if he could.
again:
Merlin listened even when Arthur couldn’t say a word. Especially then, in fact.
and again:
“I’ve never know someone like him. He’s so... selfless. How many times has he saved us without our knowing? He never asks for reward or recognition. He’s a servant when he could-- he could do anything. Does he not want anything for himself?”
Gwaine chuckled softly. “He wants one thing with all of his being, but you and I both know he would never presume to ask for it.”
and again:
Being alone with him was Arthur’s escape, his sanctuary, no matter where they were.
and again:
“This isn’t negotiable,” he whispered, stepping closer, wanting to comfort Merlin but knowing it would neither be welcome nor fair, given what he was ordering. “You shouldn’t be a servant, Merlin. You shouldn’t have to give up your gift and you shouldn’t waste it on a kingdom that would murder you for it.”
There, he’d said it. Camelot wasn’t worthy of Merlin.
I can’t even react to that line— it’s too wonderful. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted from Arthur. and oh, Merlin returns the favor tenfold. Arthur is Merlin’s existence.
“Please, Arthur,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t do this.”
Hands sliding up to either side of Merlin’s neck, Arthur leaned closer, not quite daring to press their foreheads together. “I won’t watch you die.”
“Then close your eyes, but let me... stay with you.”
One of the most GORGEOUS, pain filled lines I’ve ever read!!! The way Merlin swallows his pain over and over again and does what’s best for Arthur is so hard to read but so Merlin. But I do love how this fic balances all that classic devotion and sacrificial energy with a few instances of Merlin taking a stand, standing up for himself and being selfish, without sacrificing the integrity of the character.
Now, let’s talk about mergwaine. Because it’s definitely a side-ship in this fic and I have NO problem with it!!! It’s so well done, and only adds another layer of pain. First of all, Gwaine is just perfect in this fic— shameless, cheeky, all-about-Merlin. A good friend to both Merlin and Arthur— and I loved every time he called Arthur out on Merlin’s behalf, while also saying nothing but good and reassuring things about Arthur to Merlin— but he shines in his scenes with Merlin. His presence allows Merlin to show his pain, something he desperately needs as he can’t always do it with Arthur. I love this depiction of them; a close friendship, one Merlin feels completely comfortable in and full of trust and safety, one that could be something else, but. But. As Gwaine himself puts it, he’s not Arthur. That doesn’t take away from the extreme tenderness he displays with Merlin. It’s truly touching.
Emotions stripped too raw to accept either without the tears starting again, Merlin closed his eyes and pleaded softly. “Don’t let go of me.”
“Never,” Gwaine swore. He laid his forehead against Merlin’s inhaling deeply before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep, my friend.”
and:
“Arthur is hurting too, and he is alone.”
“And I have you,” Merlin whispered, tears threatening to spill from his over-full eyes. “I always have you and he always had me.”
and:
Gwaine kissed his shoulder and hair, arms tightening around his chest. “You deserve him, Merlin. Don’t ever believe that you don’t,” he whispered, drawing out the tears that Merlin had been desperately holding back.
and, for a bit of levity:
“But we’re all better off with me clothed,” Merlin said
Gwaine shook his head disbelievingly. “You really have no idea how handsome you are, do you?... Ah, well, it’s probably for the best. You’d be impossible to live with if you did know.”
There’s so many more wonderful parts of this fic. Arthur and Hunith’s lovely, heartbreaking scene (I was thoroughly crying throughout). Arthur’s loneliness upon return to Camelot. The incredible explicit scenes between Merlin and Arthur. But just do yourself a favor and read it. We’re so lucky to have it.
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by @casspeach
Summary:
It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged.
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Arthur lends out Merlin (unwillingly) to an ungallant knight. Merlin returns to him quite injured, and Arthur challenges said knight to a duel to defend Merlin’s honor, or avenge him, or to put it as Arthur did: “to use his fists, to make Sprowston’s face look like Merlin’s knees.”
Protective/Possessive Arthur, legitimately perfect merthur banter, a healthy dose of hurt/comfort and a dash of sweetness. What more could I ask for?
Arthur is characterized so well, the entire fic is in his POV and benefits from that in my opinion, and for such a short fic you really get a strong sense of every aspect of his and Merlin’s relationship.
I really love how this author expertly balances the dark matter of Merlin's abuse with humor and light lines that made me genuinely laugh. Some of Arthur’s lines in this fic are true standouts.
Some examples (and otherwise fantastic lines) below the cut:
“Usually Merlin kneels at the hearth, skinny arse in the air, and usually Arthur is transfixed and only just manages to look away in time.” First laugh of the fic. Arthur’s thoughts are just hilarious throughout
Merlin bends a little to grip the hem, and when he lifts his own arms up he winces. He looks... he looks like he did the day after Arthur first sparred with him: sore and bruised and a little bit humiliated. "Stop," Arthur commands and the nightshirt falls back down. "Are you going to tell me?"
"No."
"Stay still."
I love this passage (and the painful one that follows, detailing Merlin's injuries and Arthur's rage). Because of Arthur's intuitiveness. I'm proud of him for seeing Merlin's pain instantly and addressing it; usually in fics like this it takes Arthur a LOT longer and I loved reading it this way.
"You'll have to soak that off," he says, because, as in battle, it's easier to deal with practicalities, and if he's not careful of his temper he's going to lash out at the wrong person.
There it is again, the faint stain of shame in Merlin's voice that doesn't belong there, ever. Except maybe if Arthur's put it there, but even that stopped being fun a long time ago.
"Well, get in then." Merlin just stands there staring at him with a gormless expression on his face, so Arthur waves an imperious hand at the bath tub. "Today would be preferable." Merlin takes a couple of steps across the room and stares at the water like it's going to eat him. "I assume you have taken a bath at some point in your life?" Lol! Oh, Arthur, you complete dick
For the first time ever, Arthur's annoyed that there's a courtly code of conduct, because he doesn't want to challenge Sprowston to a nice polite duel with swords. He wants to use his fists, until Sprowston's face looks like Merlin's knees.
Merlin watches him for a long moment, like he's sizing Arthur up. "That's not why," he says. "Propriety. That's not why."
Clearly Merlin is not a genius after all, because only an idiot would call Arthur's motives into question to his face. "No," he says. "It's because he hurt you. And you're mine." ***PERFECTION***
He gives Merlin a look that he knows says 'not a suggestion, actually' because he's been practicing it since he was a royal toddler and it's never let him down. HAH
Merlin's got the shirt rucked back up around his neck and his head bowed. He looks sacrificial and it sets all of Arthur's protective instincts to screaming again. This line evokes a very clear image, a very specific feeling. Gorgeous
It makes it worse somehow, that Merlin's been marked by someone who's not even worthy of him.
"He has, however, proven himself willing to act far above and beyond the call of duty and put his life in danger to save mine on more than one occasion, and now that exceptional loyalty has been rewarded with a flogging." Arthur hesitates, he's overstepped a mark and he knows it, knows he's starting to sound like he is defending Merlin's honour. Fortunately he also knows his father. There's something clever about this line that I love. It's a VERY particular thing but I just LOVE when Arhur has to negotiate with/manipulate Uther on Merlin's behalf. It's just one of my favorite things in fic
And, our crowning jewel:
"I feel like I should be giving you a favour to wear, for luck," he says as he fixes Arthur's cloak into place.
"I won't need luck," Arthur responds, like that's the most wrong thing about that sentence. "I've never seen you wearing ribbons and if you try to give me that grotty scarf you've got tied around your neck I shall have you executed."
This is the line right here: the humor, Arthur's Brand of denial and longing in equal parts, the banter coming up to protect his vulnerability. and of course we all know he LOVES the scarf, which makes it even better. Lovely.
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Arthur notices something’s not right with his manservant.
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warning for threat of non-con!
“Take a look in the mirror, boy, and do not look at your ears. Look at your mouth and think about what it’s good for except whispering spells.”
One of my favorite tropes is when Arthur knows something serious is wrong with Merlin because he's suddenly calling him "sire" a lot, treating him with respect and deference and being a competent manservant. I also love whenever Arthur is intuitive, and Arthur figures out everything that's happening in this fic through mere observation. Kudos, Arthur!
The writing is passable-- some modern phrases pulled me out of immersion, but it's still an enjoyable little fic. Though the premise is not a new one, Merlin's position was truly frightening. I'm just so glad that Arthur, Morgana, and Gwen came through the way they did. Arthur handled the magic reveal so well, and was so protective and kind and displayed some true cleverness and creative problem solving.
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Merlin and Arthur are kidnapped by bandits. When Merlin is assaulted by a guard, he's forced to use his magic in front of Arthur.
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content warning for non-con!
so heavy and emotional and WONDERFUL. definitely dark. I love the way Merlin and Arthur are characterized.
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When Merlin offers to help distract a persistent lord so that Prince Arthur can get some much needed rest, the lord strikes him. Arthur doesn’t take that well.
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“When we are together, Arthur, we are exactly who we are and we don’t belong to anyone or anything else. You can have what you want.”
Once again I say I love protective Arthur! Both Merlin and Arthur are hurt in this fic and take care of each other.
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by @thepolomonkey
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Merlin is captured by a sorcerer intent on stealing his magic to defeat Camelot. Can Arthur find him in time to bring his husband home?
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“Would that I had something in a bottle that could make it all better,” Gaius said ruefully. “I can only prescribe patience, sire. And love.”
Love and patience Arthur had.
This is so sad but SO sweet. First of all I love canon husbands <3 and a supportive morgana. To read of Merlin's ptsd was painful but the author handled it very well (as did Arthur, sweet man) while tugging on all the right heartstrings.
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by i_claudia
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Lionel is the first, approaching Merlin one late summer afternoon as the sun slants through the dust in the stables and turns the air into heavy fire.
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please read the warnings!!! it’s a tough one, explicit non-con
A decent fic where, after Merlin is cast out of Arthur’s protection after an angry post-magic-reveal reaction, poor Merlin is importuned quite harshly and regularly. (It doesn’t last very long, I would say that’s about the first 15% of the fic). But idk, I think it was too much for me, and the rest of the fic didn’t really have anything that hit a sweet spot for me (especially lacking in the h/c department considering the premise of the fic) and I wasn’t able to enjoy it much. It was definitely well written and I’d definitely read more from this author, but this particular fic was just not my thing.
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by @supercalvin
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The body of a Prince was not like anyone’s. His hand only ever held others in a firm handshake, and rarely without gloves. Sometimes he would raise the delicate hands of noble ladies to his lips for a brief kiss, but it was all out of propriety. He rarely touched others, but what was even rarer was others touching him. The only ones who dared were his knights, and even they only smacked his shoulder or patted his back in friendly roughhousing. Gripping each other’s arms before battle was the most heartfelt touch they exchanged. Lingering soft touches were not done. Any lingering touch on his person could be interpreted as political movements. After all, Arthur’s body wasn’t his own. It never had been. He was Camelot’s first and foremost. Even above his own needs and wants.
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This was so TENDER and BEAUTIFUL. I often think about how lonely Arthur was before Merlin (and it hurts) and this was such a wonderful exercise in exploring that. Arthur is severely touch starved and lonely. The intimacy and need that grows between him and Merlin because of it is fantastic. I really enjoyed getting into Arthur’s mind and the pressures and isolation he feels as Camelot’s prince. Also featuring a lovely magic reveal and a (surprisingly) intuitive Arthur. I really enjoyed his interactions with the magic folk in this fic.
#merthur#merthur fic#2020#b15k20k#mb15k20k#one shot#merlin canon div#merthur magic reveal#arthur: touch starved#bamf merlin
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