Is it too early to DRINK & PARTY?
Everyone, hello! Sorry about the super long party-less hiatus /o\ *brushes away cobwebs* There are tons of new anecdotes (stories), previously unseen pictorial evidence of Merlin & Gwaine's adventures, and OMG lots of new patrons @the Bar while I was healing up.
So let's party \o/ Anything goes, Merlin/Gwaine love would be adored, picspams, ( Read more... )
So let's party \o/ Anything goes, Merlin/Gwaine love would be adored, picspams, ( Read more... )
So I started writing this ages ago because I wanted M/G magical reveal but it never really went anywhere so heeere. *leaves it and runs*
Gwaine is bored. Horribly, terribly, gnawingly bored. He's not ignorant of the honour by any stretch, but being a knight involves all this...structure. And routine, he thinks darkly. The only cure he's found for it so far is to hang around getting on Arthur's nerves, or coax Merlin into getting horribly drunk with him. Either one of those usually provides some entertainment.
Arthur's off doing princely things so Gwaine heads off in search of Merlin, thinking fondly of the cask of mead in his chambers, and the way Merlin's eyes soften when he's drunk. They'll swap stories and Merlin will maybe let slip one or other of his secrets for Gwaine will store away with the rest always thinking that one day, one day, he'll know this man properly. He doesn't expect to find out the biggest secret of all just because he rarely bothers to knock at Merlin's door anymore.
He walks in already talking, saying, "Enough skivvying for the princess, you and I have an urgent mead situation to - "
There's a terrible clatter as shows and weapons and pieces of armour clatter to the floor all together. And the reason they clatter to the floor is because when Gwaine opened the door they had been dancing in mid-air, a brush scrubbing at a pair of boots, a whetstone drawing itself along the length of Arthur's sword, a needle and thread weaving their way through a gash on Arthur's cloak.
Magic.
Gwaine wants to laugh, because really, that explains a lot, but Merlin's face falls as he scrambles up from where he was sprawled idly on his bed.
In a rush he says, "You can't - you can't tell anyone. Please don't - "
Merlin looks - he actually looks scared, and that makes something unpleasant stir inside Gwaine. He's always been a curious man, and well, if you're on the road and you meet someone who can enchant a fire on a rainy night, you hardly stop to question the morality of their gift. His first instinct is to ask what else Merlin can do, to see some more, but Merlin has this awful look on his face like he can already feel the pyre, so Gwaine just scoffs, wanting more than anything to wipe the fear off Merlin's face.
"That's nothing," he says dismissively. "Look what I can do."
And he reaches for Merlin, ignoring his flinch. He pushes Merlin's hair aside and plucks a coin from 'behind his ear'. It's an old trick, good for amusing children and charming women.
Merlin's face lights up with relief and he surprises Gwaine with a rough hug and a whisper of thanks, then surprises him even more with a fumbling kiss. Gwaine returns it happily, cupping Merlin's face in his hand and thinking about secrets shared.
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I REALLY REALLY REALLY MISSED THE MERLIN/GWAINE FLUFF, and the sex, and the fluff, just MERLIN/GWAINE. LOVED THIS SO MUCH. ♥
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Yes, a gorgeous little snippet :)
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SERIOUSLY. Gambling, drinking, general prankery. Sexyfuntimes. All this and more :D <3
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