Kink Me! #35

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Kink Me! #35
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At Camlann 1/?

[anonymous]

AN: This prompt has been poking at me for a while, but I've only just found the creative juices to go for it. Can we pretend it is still summer?

~ AT CAMLANN< ~ Merlin was not a festival person, not remotely. He preferred listening to music in the privacy of his own ears, got a bit panicked in mindless crowds and - having grown up in actual working farm country - found zero "pastoral charm" in slogging through muddy fields to queue for a shower

At Camlann 2/?

[anonymous]

By morning he was cursing his so-called friends, knowing deep in his bones that coming to Camlann had been a shite idea and wishing he'd put up a bigger fight

Re: At Camlann 2/?

[brunettepet]

This is a brilliant start. I am right there with Merlin on the whole festival thing and i am really feeling his pain. Dressed in too tight t-shirt, grimy, food poisoned and midge bitten has not endeared this festival to him at all! It's all kinds of great.

Re: At Camlann 2/?

[anonymous]

Loving this author!anon - and dammit I want a "Free Kilgarrah!" T-shirt now. Oh, and the "Nay, nay, nays" - priceless!

Re: At Camlann 2/?

[anonymous]

You had me at ""You know what they say, man. We all die at Camlann, then we're reborn." Nice start to a promising prompt.

Re: At Camlann 2/?

[my_crookedsmile]

What a fun start!

At Camlann 3/?

[anonymous]

Wellies in hand, Arthur stumbled out the trailer door and slammed it behind him. He could still hear Agravaine shouting tinnily over the Skype connection and Gwaine's enthusiastic groans as he was worked over by his latest conquests.

The brunette had tried to convince Arthur to join them, appearing from out of nowhere to press her bare breasts against his arm. That hadn't been the cause of the argument with his uncle-cum-manager, but it hadn't helped. There Arthur had been, arguing over set lists, saying he thought Camlann was a more sophisticated crowd who might appreciate some of the band's less commercial stuff, the B-sides and some of the acoustic stuff he'd written for The Emrys Project…

Then wham! Pushy Tits had leaned in, reeking of beer sweat and something trying very hard to be flowers, crooning, "You can be my armour, baby, you can be my shield; why don’t you get your sword out baby, and show me how you feel

At Camlann 4/?

[anonymous]

The ground was still soggy from the previous day's rain. Arthur squeezed himself down on the narrow steps, pulled on his wellies, and trudged off to find some breakfast.

The VIP performers-only village - a mixture of luxury trailers, podpads and various amenities housed under stripy canvas tents - was set well away from the main campsites and monitored by twenty-four hour security. The upside was being able to grab a decent meal without being mobbed by heart-eyed tween fans and their terrifying parents. The downside was being guaranteed frequent encounters with the other top billings.

Like that beautiful piece of shit Mordred, who'd left the band - not to mention Arthur's heart - a wreck two years back when he'd upped and gone solo.

Like Morgana, who had predicted the whole thing, never failed to remind him of this, and didn’t have Uncle Agravaine meddling with her artistic integrity because she'd taken her mother's money and gone independent from the start. Now the Ladydrakes had legions of rabid fans world-wide who were willing

Re: At Camlann 4/?

[anonymous]

omigod, Morgana's pet Aithusa. dying of laughter anon.

Go Arthur go; go to your destiny.

At Camlann 5/?

[anonymous]

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Merlin had dabbled in more than his fair share of ponds growing up - Ealdor being short on amusements for growing boys who realised they fancied other growing boys - so it was with some authority that he could declare this pond to be the best pond he'd ever encountered

At Camlann 6/?

[anonymous]

Arthur was just starting to think the sign had been another great cosmic joke, the proverbial two fingers he seemed to encounter at every turn, when he tripped over a root. All went sprawling over the muddy ground - water bottles, breakfast, his own dignity - but the worst part was that Arthur swore he heard laughter somewhere nearby

At Camlann 7/?

[anonymous]

Merlin woke to the sound of a bear crashing through the undergrowth, splashing into the water, growling, coming to

At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

Merlin didn't think he could be any more unsettled, then Arthur laughed. He laughed like a fucking champion, warm and rich and just the nicest bit hysterical, which made it all unbearably real. Merlin peeked between his fingers to see Arthur hoisting himself up out of the water, flashes of glistening muscle and dripping loins, nipples red and tight as berries

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

I am absolutely loving this fantastic fic, and wow, Arthur with those tattoos, guh...

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[brunettepet]

Poor Arthur is having a rough time of it but I had to laugh at him leaving Agravaine mid-sentence Skyping Gwaine and his drunken conquest. Two years later and Arthur is still broken up over Mordred and the celebrity camp site is claustrophobic. The pond is an oasis. Too bad he has to share it with prickly, naked Merlin. Oh, well, at least Merlin doesn't hate all Arthur's songs.

Aithusa had me laughing. Poor Cyril's totally whipped.

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[alby_mangroves]

This is brilliant. Saved me from an epic shitfest of a day today. Thought I'd already left a comment to tell you you're awesome, Author!Anon, but true to form, today has eaten it.

*tracks*