#bbc mithian

[limbel]

❀❀❀ bbc merlin ladies + flowers ❀❀❀ for @morgwenmicrofic

[artchael]

unfinished sketches from last year: part 1

[idkhowtomakethis]

@morgwenmicrofic {} Prompts: Is this true/cage {} words: 1,794 {} the obligatory coffee shop au {} I will get people to like this ship, the Yuri rarepairs gods are smiling fondly at me

"And that's all the essentials!" Gwen, her manager, smiled kindly. She was nicer than most of her previous bosses.

And it was kind of pathetic to immediately fall in love with a woman just because she was nice and had a pretty smile-alas. Some things cannot be helped.

Mithian already knew all the basics. She'd been a barista at the cafe near her family home for two years before moving here. And as much as she wished she didn't have to step back behind a counter she needed something to supplement her income between school years.

It would be fine.

The door jingled. Gwen smiled brightly at the customer walking in.

"Welcome in," Gwen glanced at her, "I'll let you take this one."

Mithian nodded, turning to greet the customer, and stopping for a brief second.

An objectively beautiful woman stood scrutinizing the chalkboard menu hanging above the counter. Her hair, long, curled at the ends, that faintly blonde color that gets lost in the light and becomes an angelic halo.

Someone lock her heart in a cage. This is ridiculous.

"Good morning, how are you?" Mithian gave her a controlled, polite smile.

Sharp, grey eyes found her, a scrutinizing sniff was all she received.

"I'll have a quad long shot in your largest size half calf double cupped no sleeve salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla substitute 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha and substitute 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut half oat milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra caramel drizzle extra salt add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with light ice well stirred."

Mithian blinked. Did she breathe?

"Can you handle that?" Perfect, thin brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Um-yes-let me just-" how did she even ring all of that in?

A perfect, light blue, oval shaped nail tapped impatiently on the counter as Mithian scrambled to put in all the modifications.

Good God it's almost a $30 drink.

"That'll be $26.57," Mithian looked at the woman, "name?"

A card was basically thrown at her, "Vivian. V-i-v-i-a-n." She spelled it out slow, clearly intending to mock Mithian. Mithian said nothing for the time being.

She continued to tap her nail impatiently as Mithian got to work. Obviously she'd dealt with difficult customers. This was fine. She could deal with this.

This was fine.

Gwen took the next two customers, smiling brightly, being given kind greetings. So on so forth. Mithian contemplated her life choices.

She presented Vivian with her drink, scared out of her mind for no real reason.

Deceptively sweet looking lips tasted the drink Mithian refused to believe could actually be good. The woman blinked a few times.

"...you made it right," she blinked again.

Mithian stood there, dumbfounded.

The woman smiled for the first time, "I'll be back tomorrow."

With that she was out the door.

Gwen stared with wide eyes after the woman. Mithian remained at the opposite end of the counter.

They exchanged a glance.

"She's never left happy."

"You threw me to the wolves."

"I'm sorry."

Mithian forgave her, "If she's never been happy why does she come back?"

"She gets something different every time, and she spends so much I've never been able to tell her no!" Gwen turned away from the customers to whisper in a fenzy.

"Does she come in every day?!" Mithian took the other ticket Gwen had written.

"Almost, and other times I'll go about two weeks without seeing her."

Mithian shook her head, "What could she possibly be doing to justify dropping more than ten dollars on coffee?!"

"Oh she's not buying it," Gwen wags her finger. "Her father is very wealthy."

Mithian nods, "How do you know this?"

"Are you familiar with Pendragon law?" Gwen looks at her pointedly.

Of course she was.

"Yeah," Mithian sighs, reminded of Arthur.

"John," Gwen places a mocha down on the counter and turns back to Mithian. "I used to work for their estate-massive place-her father is a big time client."

Mithian nods slowly, "That's strange-what did you do?"

"Oh I usually tended to the gardens," Gwen shrugged, "it was good money while my father was sick."

Mithian hummed, "Working for Uther though. Sounds terrible."

"It was-wait," Gwen eyed her for a moment.

Mithian winced, realizing she'd been caught.

She placed the latte on the counter, "Stephanie!"

Gwen cleaned up behind her and waited for a full explanation.

"My father and Uther have had words," Mithian waved a dismissive hand, "I hear he's a very difficult man though I've never met him myself. Yes I'm from a lot of money, no I don't talk about it, no I wasn't disowned, I love my father he loves me. I just wanted to do something I loved not something he loved."

Gwen nodded sagely, "Have you met any of the Pendragons?"

"Arthur," Mithian smiled, "we're friendly, though I rarely get to talk to him."

More like he started avoiding her like the plague for some reason.

"Well maybe you will now," Gwen winked, "he brings people in all the time."

"Arthur?" Mithian arches a brow, "he's so..."

"He gets forced by Merlin," Gwen chuckles.

Ah. Yes. That made sense.

"So how does one go from tending gardens for the Pendragons to managing a cafe?" Mithian inquires boldly.

Gwen gives her the details between customers and cleaning. The rest of the day goes by without anything of note. Some complicated orders but nothing could compare to Vivian.

The blonde woman she couldn't decide whether or not was from her pleasant fantasies or worst nightmares had become a fixed part of her morning.

Vivian would come in ten minutes after they opened, order something insane, tell Mithian whether or not the drink was up to her standards and then she'd leave.

"You know at least she's honest," Mithian mused as she logged into the register.

Gwen snorted a laugh, "I think she's messing with you."

"How so?"

"She hasn't given me one her master lists since you started working here," Gwen shrugs easily.

Mithian frowned. Figures. Worst nightmares it is.

Speaking of which, the door jingled as it always did and in walked Vivian and- shit.

"Mithian?" Arthur blinked in surprise.

Vivian looked up from her phone to glance between the two, a subtle pout forming on her lips.

"What are-when did you-" Arthur stopped himself, "Hi."

Mithian couldn't help but smile, "Hi."

"Sorry."

"It's alright," Mithian assured him. Maybe she had a thing for blondes who made her want to put her head through a wall. This is a serious condition. Perhaps an indicator of her rapidly declining sanity.

"What is happening here?" Vivian looked between them, almost irritated.

"We dated for a while," Arthur answered.

Vivian held up a hand to Arthur's face to shush him, "Is this true?"

Mithian nodded, unsure why the woman would be so invested in her love life.

Vivian looked at Arthur, then looked at Mithian, "Do you hate yourself?"

Arthur scoffed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Mithian chuckled.

"It was a while ago," she started ringing in the beginnings of Vivian's order. There were a few things she always got.

Vivian gave Arthur and unimpressed once over, "That's worse."

"Thank you for your stellar review," Arthur clicked his tongue.

Vivian sniffed, "I'll have a large quad long shot half calf double cupped no sleeve cinnamon mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla substitute 2 pumps of mocha for white chocolate mocha 2 pumps of nutmeg for toffee nut half oat milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra cinnamon add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with no ice."

Mithian nodded along. She always substituted with toffee she always asked for oatmilk etc. overall Vivian was actually relatively predictable.

Arthur stared at her, eyes threatening to pop from his head in an expression Mithian could not afford to laugh at right now.

"What do you want?" Vivian cut her eyes at him.

"A medium black coffee," Arthur shoved his hands in his pockets.

Mithian and Vivian exchanged a look.

"Sensitive masculinity," Vivian huffed, handing Mithian her card.

Arthur made an offended sound as Mithian did her best to not burst into a undignified fit of laughter.

Gwen walked out from the back, "Arthur!"

She beamed, "What are you up to?"

Vivian took her card back with a not so subtle roll of her eyes as Arthur and Gwen started chatting.

"I'm sorry for asking, but why are you here with Arthur?" Mithian tilted her head slightly.

Vivian waved a dismissive hand, "Appearances."

Right. Mithian had a few ideas of what exactly that could entail, but it wasn't her place to pry.

"You deserve better, by the way."

Mithian blinked, "What?"

"You deserve better than some manwhore," Vivian asserted, hitting her thumb at Arthur.

"Hey!"

Mithian did laugh at that. She tried to wrangle in her amusement but every time she tried she met Vivian's gaze, victorious and equally entertained.

When she finally settled down it came to her attention that Gwen and Arthur were staring at them, baffled.

Mithian coughed, "Your order will be up in a few minutes."

She scurried away from the register getting to work on Vivian's drink, a warm feeling crawling up her neck.

Gwen came behind her, pouring Arthur's coffee, brow arched in a question Mithian didn't want to answer.

When Mithian walked back to give Vivian her drink the woman was using the little self serve area to write on a piece of paper.

"I have a shoot in Venice so I'll be gone for a week," Vivian stood back to her full height, tossing perfect blonde hair over her shoulder. She took the coffee and placed the paper in Mithian's hand. "I won't be able to see you," Vivian just her lip out in a pout, "call me?"

Mithian stared at the woman for a moment before nodding, clutching the paper like the last string of her sanity.

"Okay," She barely squeaked.

Vivian smiled, and of course she was some sort of model this woman was gorgeous.

Vivian started out the door, beckoning Arthur to follow her with an irritated huff.

"Honestly have you ever heard of moving with purpose?"

"What the hell was that?!"

"It's called giving someone your number-are you slow?"

Mithian stared at the piece of paper in her hands, then looked back at Gwen. Her manager's arms were crossed, a knowing smirk on her face, "You like difficult."

Mithian puffed out her cheeks.

"That's not-its not-they're-she-" Mithian stopped trying to justify herself, "damn it."

Mithian paused, "Why were they here together anyway?"

"Apparently Vivian's dad tried to fight Arthur? I don't know you two started flirting and Arthur and I were too stunned to focus."

"Oh my God."

[gabstriessomethingnew]

I made it back into my apartment, so to celebrate here's the other side of my last post:

In a genderbend AU, who would have the biggest dick

Gwen

Morgana

Mithian

Freya

Hunith

Isolde

Nimueh

Annis

Morgause

Voting ended onMar 19

[daisymintt]

Mithian: You sure your friend doesn't want to come inside?

Arthur: No. He's clinically insane. And a biter.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Wonderful You, You, You

read on AO3

1.1k, Mithian/Elena/Vivian, E-rating, Canon AU Summary: Mithian invites the other princesses into Nemeth's tower-room for delectable delicacies and decadent delights of debauchery.

[merlin-rabbit-hole]

Camelove2021

Day 7: Free Day Holy Trinity of Princesses Appreciation 

(@camelove2021)

happy valentine’s day!!

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[scionofguineverependragon]

hmmm suddenly thinking about an elyan and mithian friendship, i’ve never seen it before and i think it could kinda slap

them secretly practicing sword fighting together in the woods. at the end of it they lay in the grass exhausted, content and dirty from head to toe. still on a high, they suddenly start talking about crushes—the secret crushes elyan has on men and the secret crushes mithian has on commoners or women she could never be with...

them playing all kinds of pranks on the knights and actually pulling them off perfectly because of their combined braincells™︎ and dumbassery

they would both be such supportive friends to merlin. elyan would distract arthur while mithian goes to help merlin with a tedious chore and vice versa. they would organise picnics with him along with gwen and all have the best time gossiping and scheming (i just know all of them together are secretly tattletales...good luck arthur)

mithian would tease him and get into a myriad of competitions with him. elyan finds it cute, he humours her gladly, might even throw a competitive snarky comment her way. but it’s all in good fun, and not really serious.

they’re both chaotic, intelligent, compassionate, stubborn and extremely wild with a soft heart. so idk i think they’d have the best time