Sometimes you really do have to just sit down and write that self-indulgent fic

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Sometimes you really do have to just sit down and write that self-indulgent fic
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He’d started researching ways to bind his magic almost as soon as he became Arthur’s manservant.
It had taken three whole nights of paging through his spell book until he fell asleep with it on his chest, but in the end he’d found what he was looking for: A spell to chain his magic.
A few moments later, runes itching on his skin, he stood in front of the full body mirror Gaius usually kept covered with his morning robe and murmured the words he’d memorised from the book. Soon, the runes started glowing, the itch becoming a burning sensation, each repetition increasing the intensity. He gasped as the magic turned inwards, and something—the runes—started squeezing, constricting him. Like every time he’d outgrown a tunic as a child. They tightened further and further until he could barely force out the words...
Dimly he wondered if he’d cocked it up, but then, finally the feeling began to ease.
There was a noise behind him.
“Gaius, I am so sorry to bother you this late, but—”
Shirtless, smalls folded up for ease of access, runes still blazing across his exposed skin and heart galloping wildly in his throat, Merlin met Morgana's shocked gaze in the mirror.
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awake at half past midnight with the window open and i just heard what sounded like a rather drunk group of men cheering and singing happy birthday to someone lol
ik tenna is meant to be an ant not a snail but can't he be just a little bit of a snail. snails mate by battling for dominance and whoever loses gets pregnant. and also they stab each other
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if anyone sees this? it's only been a couple days! yes I'm alive I've been renovating my office by myself. pro tip! everyone you know is secretly a carpenter. This can be a threat or a piece of encouragement depending on your character.