MEME: to distract from coding

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I'm working on coding up my big rec-list and am now wanting, desperately to do this meme. SO WE SHALL. Because I'm done with PTHON and my betas have all my fic (lovely people that they are to put up with my grammar) and so there is nothing for me to do. I stole this from leashy_bebes.

FIC MEME:
Pick one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. Can be from any character POV (i.e anyone in the fic).

You can find my masterlist can be found right here.

♥ Play with me? ♥

♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.

♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.

♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.

♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.

♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.

♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.

♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.

♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.

♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.

♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.

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He watches them now, looking for signs that he might have missed before but he sees nothing but their friendship in the light of day. He doesn't spend anymore time sneaking around in cupboards, although he's sorely tempted just for another glimpse of Merlin like that. He holds off though and slowly, after Merlin confesses his magic and they begin the reform, the ache for Merlin begins to fade.

They've set up camp near the Mercia border, gathered around the roar of the fire as the long day fades into a longer night. Gwaine watches, eyes on Merlin as he jokes with the knights and tends to Arthur—nothing amiss or lecherous about their interaction but yet, it's intimate as ever.

"You get used to it."

Gwaine looks up to see Leon settling on the log next to him.

"Hmm?"

Leon nods to where Merlin is lecturing Arthur about mending. "You get used to not getting what you want," he says, matter-a-factly.

Gwaine frowns. "I suspect that will never be the case."

"Merlin is a fine lad," Leon goes on, "but he's not the only one and he's certainly occupied, isn't he?"

Gwaine opens his mouth to retort but Leon's gaze is heavy and, actually quite nice. It's steady, familiar but also relatively soft in the fire-light. Gwaine raises an eyebrow.

"Is that right? More fine lads than just Merlin in these lands?"

Leon's eyes twinkle in the light. "Less baggage," Leon goes on, "more experience."

Gwaine thinks about Merlin's thighs and his magic, thrusting into Arthur—he thinks about he power there and then he laughs. "Well, I'm not so sure about that," he says, licking his lips fairly deliberately, just to make sure.

Leon's eyes track the movement and Gwaine smiles.

"Shall we find out?" Leon says, standing before Gwaine can answer.

He looks back across the fire, where Merlin is now smiling softly, while Arthur tells a story. It's true, it's not overt—this affair of theirs—but maybe that's because it's always been there, simply a fact of life that is molded to their personalities.

When Gwaine turns back, he follows Leon back to his tent, eyes fixed on Leon's reasonably tempting arse.

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