Fic for 4x6 (you are all very surprised, I know)
Title: Stop (I'm Starting Again)
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Words: ~300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Extended take on a 4x6 scene. Merlin will keep Arthur safe.
Notes: Spoilers for 4x6, noncon canon bondage, mentions of consensual bondage and piss play (but really, I swear it's PG-13)
The ropes were probably supposed to make him feel helpless. They didn't, though; Merlin had too many good memories of Arthur doing this, hands gentle and sure, to be terrified. The ropes were his safety, his harbor. In fact, the longer he focused on the tightness winding around his wrists, the more alert Merlin felt.
If he'd ever had a moment of doubt about his actions against Morgana, it was swept away now. Her pouty lips and glaring eyes had no more effect on him than they had when she'd wielded them as the king's ward. Her sneering words only brought the memory of Arthur carrying him, protecting him, and calling him friend, more sharply to mind. He wanted to laugh when she questioned his loyalty.
Arthur was his king. He was sometimes misguided, yes, but he was more often noble. Merlin watched him struggle to better himself and to keep his people safe and happy all the time. Arthur was his friend. He'd defended Merlin to his father. He'd fought for Ealdor and allowed (and later, welcomed) Merlin along on all his quests.
Arthur was his lover. A month after Morgana had disappeared, Arthur had looked at him with lost eyes and pressed him up against a wall. And then a bed. And once in Merlin's tiny little room when Gaius was out. And a couple other places, really, until waking up together was normal. It had taken a few months before they'd worked out the other things, the tying-Merlin-up things and the pissing-on-Arthur things, but they had.
Arthur was everything, and Morgana was nothing, and he hoped she saw it in his eyes when he answered.
He knew how important it was that Morgana not know about his magic, so he was going to have to be subtle. As soon as Morgana moved behind him in her incanting, Merlin let his eyes close and reached for his magic. He twisted up the part of him that protected Arthur, always, and buried it deep, underneath her magic and away where nothing could reach it. It would be his best secret, thwarting the formora-controlled part of his brain.
He remembered no more.
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Words: ~300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Extended take on a 4x6 scene. Merlin will keep Arthur safe.
Notes: Spoilers for 4x6, noncon canon bondage, mentions of consensual bondage and piss play (but really, I swear it's PG-13)
The ropes were probably supposed to make him feel helpless. They didn't, though; Merlin had too many good memories of Arthur doing this, hands gentle and sure, to be terrified. The ropes were his safety, his harbor. In fact, the longer he focused on the tightness winding around his wrists, the more alert Merlin felt.
If he'd ever had a moment of doubt about his actions against Morgana, it was swept away now. Her pouty lips and glaring eyes had no more effect on him than they had when she'd wielded them as the king's ward. Her sneering words only brought the memory of Arthur carrying him, protecting him, and calling him friend, more sharply to mind. He wanted to laugh when she questioned his loyalty.
Arthur was his king. He was sometimes misguided, yes, but he was more often noble. Merlin watched him struggle to better himself and to keep his people safe and happy all the time. Arthur was his friend. He'd defended Merlin to his father. He'd fought for Ealdor and allowed (and later, welcomed) Merlin along on all his quests.
Arthur was his lover. A month after Morgana had disappeared, Arthur had looked at him with lost eyes and pressed him up against a wall. And then a bed. And once in Merlin's tiny little room when Gaius was out. And a couple other places, really, until waking up together was normal. It had taken a few months before they'd worked out the other things, the tying-Merlin-up things and the pissing-on-Arthur things, but they had.
Arthur was everything, and Morgana was nothing, and he hoped she saw it in his eyes when he answered.
He knew how important it was that Morgana not know about his magic, so he was going to have to be subtle. As soon as Morgana moved behind him in her incanting, Merlin let his eyes close and reached for his magic. He twisted up the part of him that protected Arthur, always, and buried it deep, underneath her magic and away where nothing could reach it. It would be his best secret, thwarting the formora-controlled part of his brain.
He remembered no more.