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Fencing Merthur

Arthur pulled off his mask and grabbed his water bottle, taking a long gulp, and then another.

He’d forgotten over the summer how exhausting fencing was, and how hot the armour was to wear.

Speaking of hot, Emrys. Something had happened over the summer, something involving a growth spurt, cheekbones, and a homosexual tendency Arthur didn’t know he had. Not that he minded, really, because looking at Emrys, who would?

And he was a much better fencer than Arthur had anticipated. He’d won their first bout 5-1, the second 5-3, and that was not a result acceptable for a Pendragon. Emrys would get what was coming for him next time.

Morgana called them up to the piste, and two two boys saluted each other, Morgana, and pulled on their masks.

“En garde!” called Morgana, “Fence!”

And so the tension started. Arthur feinted forward, and then parried as Merlin counterattacked, throwing in a quick riposte that Merlin easily dodged. They continued back and forth in this manner, never pausing, never scoring until Arthur finally got an attack to land and they stepped back. Merlin gave Arthur a nod, straightened his mask, and took his stance again, looking more serious this time.

And it was more serious. The attacks were stronger, the parries were quicker and they just didn’t stop. The score slowly crept up; 2-0, 2-1, 3-3, 4-4, never more than a point’s difference between the two.  

It came down to the very last point, with only 15 seconds left on the clock, and Arthur wasn’t going to let this one go. As soon as Morgana called “Fence”, he lunged in for an attack and somehow managed to hit Merlin before the other man could react. Morgana called it, and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. He may have lost the whole match, but at least he hadn’t failed overall.

The two of them pulled off their helmets, and Arthur couldn’t keep his eyes off Merlin’s flushed cheeks, or the sweat dripping from his hair as they shook hands. He walked back to the end of the piste, placing his mask and epée on the ground before attempting to unclip the wire from the back of his lamé. But before he could do anything, there were a pair of hands warm at the bottom of his back, unclipping the wire.

“Don’t worry,” said Merlin, leaning over his shoulder to whisper in his ear, “I’ll get you from behind.”

Arthur whipped around, spluttering, searching for something to say in response to that, but all he could come up with was: “That- that would sound very suspicious out of context.”

Merlin smirked, already walking away from Arthur.

“I can mean it in any context you like.”
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Merthur cricket

Merlin stood miserably on the boundary line, scuffing the grass with his worn sneakers. He really didn’t want to be there, but it was compulsory for all students of Camelot Grammar School to play either cricket or lacrosse. Merlin hated cricket with a passion, but lacrosse involved running, and if there was one thing he hated more than cricket it was running.

So there he was, at the first practice match of the year: A team against B team. They’d had trainings for a few weeks, but apparently the coaches thought that simply having balls pelted at you for an hour, or pelting balls at other people, wasn’t enough to prepare them for proper matches. So they organised a ‘fun’ practice game, to get everyone into the swing of things. It was Saturday morning, at the start of term, at the godforsaken hour of half past eight in the morning, and Merlin was playing cricket.

The A’s were batting first, with Lance and Gwaine opening. And that made it really not fair, because if the A team had Lancelot playing for them, what hope in hell did anyone else have? Merlin’s captain, Leon, was a decent enough guy to have placed him as far as possible away from any sort of action. Far away from any action was apparently the boundary line right next to the players box for the A’s.

Right next to Arthur Pendragon.

Maybe he should have picked lacrosse after all.

Because Arthur Pendragon, most popular guy in school, star cricketer, captain of the football team, and Merlin’s crush since forever, was sitting less than two metres away from him. And it wasn’t fair at all.

He was leaning back on his arms, his golden hair windswept across his forehead, held there by expensive sunglasses. He was dressed in his whites with his pads and bat on the grass next him, and his shirt riding up slightly so Merlin could see a sliver of toned, tanned stomach.

My god, it really shouldn’t be legal what he wanted to do to that stomach. He thought about planting soft kisses along it while one hand teased Arthur’s nipples and the other slowly pulled on the elastic of Arthur’s trousers, tugging them lower and lower until he was in his boxers, and then they would come off and Arthur’s cock would spring free and-

The ball whizzed past him, missing his head by less than a foot.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, jumping. He heard Arthur’s deep laugh behind him as he scrambled to work out exactly how far the Lance had actually hit the ball.

It turned out he didn’t need to, though, because Arthur was already on his feet with the ball in his hand before Merlin had gathered his wits. Arthur tossed Merlin the ball casually, which of course Merlin fumbled embarrassingly, blushing hard.

Arthur eyed Merlin up and down, a knowing smirk on his face.

“I’ll see you after the game, Emrys. Locker room at half three.”

Merlin froze as Arthur chuckled again and walked off to sit with his friends and look maddeningly hot.

Needless to say it was a very long match.
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SOS: Save Our Ship


Title: SOS: Save our Ship
Author: floss_bucket and schwarzertee
Characters:
All Merlin and Harry Potter
Pairings: Everything that is wrong with this world
Genre: Crack
Rating: M
Warnings: Smut, VERY VERY disturbing ships. Read at your own peril
Summary: Several Harry Potter and Merlin characters find a site devoted to hating unusual ships, and are rather upset.

 

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Seven Years, Seven Sortings

Title: Seven Years, Seven Sortings
Author: [info]floss_bucket 
Characters: Sorting Hat, Luna, Sirius, McGonagall, Percy, James Potter Jr, OC
Pairings: None
Genre: General, Character Study
Disclaimer: JKR owns it.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The Sortings of seven different Hogwarts students over seven different years. Written in 2008, but I still like it.

 

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Mirror Mirror


Title: Mirror Mirror
Author: [info]floss_bucket 
Characters: Jack, Ianto, John Barrowman
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/John (suggested)
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Silly
Disclaimer: It's the BBC's. We all know that, but thought I should say this just in case. I also don't owen Phantom or John Barrowman
Rating: T
Warnings: RPF (but in a very silly way)
Summary: Jack goes to a musical and discovers a new love, to the amusement of Ianto. This was originally written to raise money for the Queensland Floods in January.

 

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Intruder


Title: Intruder
Author: [info]floss_bucket 
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Doctor
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: It's the BBC's. We all know that, but thought I should say this just in case
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Ianto has a past that he's never told anyone about, but it comes back to bite him one night when he and Jack are alone.

 

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The Call

Title: The Call
Author: [info]floss_bucket 
Characters: Merlin, Arthur
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Genre: Romance, Angst
Disclaimer: It's the BBC's. We all know that, but thought I should say this just in case
Rating: M
Warnings: Sex, Slash
Summary: The truth behind Arthur's feelings after 2.06, and during the rest of Season 2. It started out as a feeling, but became much much more. Title from Regina Spektor. Written for blackteaplease

 

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