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marguerite_26Penny requested Merlin fic and well... there went my 'but I'm only reading in that fandom' clause. LOL. Also, apparently, I can't write fluff in Merlin fandom either.
Title: The Green Apple
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marguerite_26
Rating: PG-13
Fandom BBC Merlin
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin (unrequited – so far)
Summary: Merlin serves Arthur a questionable breakfast
Warnings: force feeding, humiliation kink
Word Count: 658
Author's Notes:Forthemostepotente for her 40th. She asked for Arthur/Merlin and Green Apples. I doubt this is what she had in mind, but that rat soup scene kinda made my brain explode and I couldn't help thinking that Arthur got off on it. Hope you like it, Penny. Happy Birthday.
Thank you to my lovelymelusinahp, who gave this a lightning fast beta this morning.
The Green Apple
"Eat it."
Merlin choked on a laugh, like he thought Arthur might be joking. He wasn't.
Arthur stood behind Merlin, who was seated in Arthur's place with Arthur's breakfast offering in front of him. "Eat it."
Merlin turned the apple around in his hand. The soft, dented flesh smelled of rancid cider and Arthur's lips quirked. Merlin stumbled over his response. "Um, no thanks, actually. Not a fan of apples. Really."
Merlin tried to stand but Arthur's hands gripped his shoulders and shoved him back down. He kept his hands on Merlin, gloved fingers squeezing just below the collar bone. "That's funny. I am positive I saw you devour not one, but three apples while you sat and watched the knights practising yesterday."
"Red apples," Merlin squeaked as he sunk lower, away from Arthur's grip.
Arthur leaned forward so that his breath sent Merlin's ridiculously shaggy hair fluttering. "Red apples?" he said, like Merlin might have walked into a few too many walls lately.
"Yes. I – I like red apples. This apple's green."
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the fruit that possibly, once, weeks ago, had been a green apple, though now it was shrivelled and brown. And Merlin had served it to him, together with a piece of moulding bread and had called it breakfast. The bread had been flung at Merlin's head, but the apple… there was only one thing he wanted to see done with that apple.
"Eat it." He bent so that his lips grazed Merlin's ear. "Or I will get a shovel full of dung from the stables and force feed you that." He paused then added, "while you are in the stocks."
Arthur could feel the heat rising in Merlin's cheeks. And this was one of the many reasons he could never sack Merlin, no matter how pathetic of a manservant he was. Merlin, red cheeked, fighting everything inside himself to bite his tongue on the words he really wanted to say to Arthur was one of Arthur's favourite things in the world. When Merlin looked up at him, defiance flashing in his eyes, a low burn of challenge stirred in Arthur's belly, the surge of adrenaline that was usually reserved for the instant after a gauntlet hit a stone floor. Instead of a duel, this was a battle of wills that ended with Arthur satisfied and Merlin properly humbled or Merlin in the stocks which, in the end, amounted to the same thing.
Arthur moved to the other side of the table, his fingers spread wide, pressing against the fine wood of the tabletop, his eyes keen on Merlin's mouth, hovering above the apple. "Camelot's food supply is precious," he explained.
Merlin's eyes lit up as they always did when he'd thought of something remotely clever. "Then you should eat it, sire."
Arthur's chest warmed at the sire, spoken with that flippant, mocking disrespect that made Arthur want to do filthy things to punish those lips. Arthur growled. "Eat it, Merlin."
There must have been something in his voice this time that told Merlin he'd pushed hard enough. After a heartbeat, Merlin took a deep breath and opened his mouth. His teeth pressed into the soft flesh and the apple oozed brown mush onto Merlin's fingers and chin. He choked on the taste, which must have been vile.
And Arthur watched, breathless at the submission, and tried to ignore the stir in his loins at the sight of Merlin swallowing at Arthur's command.
Title: The Green Apple
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: PG-13
Fandom BBC Merlin
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin (unrequited – so far)
Summary: Merlin serves Arthur a questionable breakfast
Warnings: force feeding, humiliation kink
Word Count: 658
Author's Notes:For
themostepotente for her 40th. She asked for Arthur/Merlin and Green Apples. I doubt this is what she had in mind, but that rat soup scene kinda made my brain explode and I couldn't help thinking that Arthur got off on it. Hope you like it, Penny. Happy Birthday.Thank you to my lovely
melusinahp, who gave this a lightning fast beta this morning."Eat it."
Merlin choked on a laugh, like he thought Arthur might be joking. He wasn't.
Arthur stood behind Merlin, who was seated in Arthur's place with Arthur's breakfast offering in front of him. "Eat it."
Merlin turned the apple around in his hand. The soft, dented flesh smelled of rancid cider and Arthur's lips quirked. Merlin stumbled over his response. "Um, no thanks, actually. Not a fan of apples. Really."
Merlin tried to stand but Arthur's hands gripped his shoulders and shoved him back down. He kept his hands on Merlin, gloved fingers squeezing just below the collar bone. "That's funny. I am positive I saw you devour not one, but three apples while you sat and watched the knights practising yesterday."
"Red apples," Merlin squeaked as he sunk lower, away from Arthur's grip.
Arthur leaned forward so that his breath sent Merlin's ridiculously shaggy hair fluttering. "Red apples?" he said, like Merlin might have walked into a few too many walls lately.
"Yes. I – I like red apples. This apple's green."
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the fruit that possibly, once, weeks ago, had been a green apple, though now it was shrivelled and brown. And Merlin had served it to him, together with a piece of moulding bread and had called it breakfast. The bread had been flung at Merlin's head, but the apple… there was only one thing he wanted to see done with that apple.
"Eat it." He bent so that his lips grazed Merlin's ear. "Or I will get a shovel full of dung from the stables and force feed you that." He paused then added, "while you are in the stocks."
Arthur could feel the heat rising in Merlin's cheeks. And this was one of the many reasons he could never sack Merlin, no matter how pathetic of a manservant he was. Merlin, red cheeked, fighting everything inside himself to bite his tongue on the words he really wanted to say to Arthur was one of Arthur's favourite things in the world. When Merlin looked up at him, defiance flashing in his eyes, a low burn of challenge stirred in Arthur's belly, the surge of adrenaline that was usually reserved for the instant after a gauntlet hit a stone floor. Instead of a duel, this was a battle of wills that ended with Arthur satisfied and Merlin properly humbled or Merlin in the stocks which, in the end, amounted to the same thing.
Arthur moved to the other side of the table, his fingers spread wide, pressing against the fine wood of the tabletop, his eyes keen on Merlin's mouth, hovering above the apple. "Camelot's food supply is precious," he explained.
Merlin's eyes lit up as they always did when he'd thought of something remotely clever. "Then you should eat it, sire."
Arthur's chest warmed at the sire, spoken with that flippant, mocking disrespect that made Arthur want to do filthy things to punish those lips. Arthur growled. "Eat it, Merlin."
There must have been something in his voice this time that told Merlin he'd pushed hard enough. After a heartbeat, Merlin took a deep breath and opened his mouth. His teeth pressed into the soft flesh and the apple oozed brown mush onto Merlin's fingers and chin. He choked on the taste, which must have been vile.
And Arthur watched, breathless at the submission, and tried to ignore the stir in his loins at the sight of Merlin swallowing at Arthur's command.
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Date: 2010-03-30 02:45 pm (UTC)Ooooh, love this bit to pieces!
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Date: 2010-03-30 02:45 pm (UTC)ZOMG MOAR. GUH to the power play. GUH I SAY.
I GET TO USE MY TEN MILLION MERLIN ICONS NOW! YAY!
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Date: 2010-03-30 03:26 pm (UTC)I heartily endorse any and all merlin fic that you produce.
I am using my "encouragement" icon.
And Arthur watched, breathless at the submission, and tried to ignore the stir in his loins at the sight of Merlin swallowing at Arthur's command.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSS *_*
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Date: 2010-03-30 05:08 pm (UTC)Perhaps you could remedy that with a sequel?In any event, I really, really hope you continue to write in this fandom!(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:01 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you very much for this and I hope we can persuade you to write more in this fandom. :-)
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:20 pm (UTC)Despite my own kink trending towards unavoidable embarrassment rather than deliberate humiliation, this works for me on a character level and the last line is gnaaaah. Just gnaaaah.
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:24 pm (UTC)ILUSM! I'm with Cheryl here.
OMG POWERPLAY DYNAMICS FTW! Mmm, I love your Arthur. He's sex on legs, man. And snarky Merlin *bites fist* addressing Arthur in that half-obedient half-condescending tone. 'Sire' indeed. HELLO NEW KINK OF MINE THAT YOU ALWAYS MANAGE TO FIND ♥ ♥ ♥
This is totally perfect, Maggie, and I am TICKLED that you popped your Merlin cherry on me. And I get to do the same!
Thank you so much, doll! What a wonderful b-day pressie ♥ x infinity
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:13 pm (UTC)OMG. This is so hot!!
This is your first Merlin fic?? Please please write more. :D
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:56 pm (UTC)In other words, OMG you made rotten fruit hot. Ewww. YEEEES. ♥ Moar.
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Date: 2010-03-31 12:06 am (UTC)Guh. *iz ded*
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Date: 2010-03-31 12:15 am (UTC)This is just, so fucking THEM. And this could totally slot right into canon. God, this fic makes my toes curl in the most obscene way possible. Like, I can totally imagine the low tone Arthur's voice would take as he says "eat it" to Merlin. *meeeeelts*
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Date: 2010-03-31 01:25 am (UTC)Does force feeding always imply the consumption of something foul? Or it is more the idea of being forced to eat something unwillingly (like celery)?
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Date: 2010-03-31 01:27 am (UTC)that is equal parts hot, and equal parts ewwwwww (the apple bit i was like yuck! but the rest was hot =P)
HA. YOU WROTE MERLINFIC YOU ARE SO FUCKED. \o/ I love this fact. \o/
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-31 10:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-31 12:01 pm (UTC)I do have my fingers crossed you'll write more Merlin fic.
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Date: 2010-03-31 06:38 pm (UTC)Oh, how easy it is to cross that line.
You did an absolutely wonderful job with their characterizations. Gotta love the power play.
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Date: 2010-03-31 07:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-01 02:53 am (UTC)(sequelplz?)
asldfkasjkl this makes me want to draw Arthur/Merlin humiliation bondage porn.
ok so maybe I lied about being coherent but I TRIED <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2010-04-01 03:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-01 04:40 am (UTC)That was HOT LIKE BURNING. And I SO get what you mean about the rat soup scene -
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