#mordredpercy

[littlebunnyman]

when it's over

“How are you?” He flinches. Percival stands in front of him, brows furrowed. His chain mail is splattered with blood, but aside from a shallow cut along his side and a scratch on his cheek he seems to be unharmed. “I’m fine,” Mordred answers.

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Prompts: “You’re safe” | Aftermath | Touch Starved alt prompt: “Let me see”

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[littlebunnyman]

he can do it

The Knights need someone to play a druid. Merlin volunteers Mordred.

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Prompt 3, fic 3! Main prompts: Used as bait | Stumbling | "This is gonna hurt"

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[littlebunnyman]

⛅, 💧, 🌪️ (can be different wips 💞)

3 emojis, 3 wips!

⛅Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP:

“Just hire someone. Must be cheaper than all the drinks you must have bought.”

He glares at Morgana. “I am perfectly able to get some alpha to buy me a drink, thank you very much.”

“Then why are you still moping around?”

“Have you seen the alphas around here? Most of them I wouldn’t even give a second glance.” He hides his face in his hands with a groan. “Looking more and more like a viable option, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Morgana says.

“They really don’t look like your type,” Freya agrees. “I think you should think about a permanent hook-up partner as often as you want to have sex.”

“You mean how often he needs sex. Look at how much he’s whining just because he didn’t get dick for a couple weeks.”

(mordredpercy club au! I should get back to this halkfdsl)

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen:

And then Zanror begins to move. He and Grog find an easy rhythm, moving Percy with their thrusts. How often must they have shared someone before that they can adjust to the other so easily? He imagines rows of men and women, eagerly spreading their legs for them, pleasuring them. He moans, Zanror buried deep in his throat, and clenches around Grog’s cock as he pulls out. He preens when they both swear.

“Are you sure he isn’t a whore?” Zanror asks.

Grog huffs and spanks Percy’s ass. “He’s my pretty little whore.”

(percygrog arranged marriage au with bonus Zanror!)

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Unexpected Heat, Angst, Pre-Relationship, Omega Jamie Tartt, Alpha Roy Kent

(royjamie omegaverse!!!)

Thank you, I had a fun time digging through some of my neglected wips 💖💖💖

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[littlebunnyman]

Painted like the wings of butterflies

Mordred knows what he wants. And what he wants is the alpha moving in on the other side of the street. No omega hanging off the alpha's arm will keep him away.

featuring a very not single Percy, a horny Mordred, and more smut than is probably needed

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He was on a call with Morgana, describing everything happening on the other side of the road, when he saw him for the first time.

The whole neighbourhood had been abuzz for weeks already, the empty house across from Mordred’s finally sold and bought by a freshly mated pair no less. Another young couple looking to settle down and ready to create a whole football team, if rumours were to be believed. Mordred hadn’t believed them, had thought it more likely that those were the hopes of the more traditional neighbours that were always hounding Mordred with questions when he was going to settle down and they knew a sweet and nice alpha they could introduce him to?

But that day, cars and vans were coming and going on the other side of the street and one particular person in a modest knee-length white dress ordered everyone around, flitting in and out of the house. Her eyes were huge in her round face and she looked around in wonder. Her braided hair laid between their shoulders. One of the new owners, he was sure. Mrs. Howden, his next-door neighbour and the one most intent on seeing him mated and with kids, had told him she had already met one of the new owners. “A lovely, sweet little omega around your age. I’m sure you will get along great!” She was probably hoping that this new omega would make Mordred want to settle down and this person with their quiet demeanour and modest dress looked exactly like Mrs. Howden’s ideal omega.

Mordred screwed up his mouth. “She looks like a bitch. A pedantic, boring little bitch. Of course, what did I expect? No one who isn’t utterly boring and traditional would want to move here.”

Morgana laughed. “You thought I was a bitch too when we met for the first time.”

“Yes, but you are a fun bitch. These type of people? They’re all ‘Oh, I want a little alpha and then a little omega’, or they earnestly tell you that they want at least seven kids and they can’t conceive of anyone not wanting to be a brood mare. I don’t need another neighbour trying to desperately set me up with a sweet and kind and domestic alpha who can’t wait to have a dozen kids. Those alphas can never admit that they just want to get their knot wet in a tight pussy.” He couldn’t keep his disdain at bay, watching as a lorry parked in front of the house.

“My offer still stands. Say the word and I’ll introduce you to a not nice alpha.”

Mordred huffed. “I don’t want a douchebag. But I also don’t want a boring alpha. Is that too much to ask for?”

He didn’t hear Morgana’s answer because at that moment the door to the driver’s cab of the lorry opened and someone jumped out. Someone big who rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and revealed muscular forearms. He was greeted by everyone, hugging some and clapping others on the shoulder. And the pedantic little bitch with her pristine dress and well-groomed hair ran over to him, placing a gentle hand on his chest. The new arrival caressed her cheek gently, then leaned down as the bitch went on her tiptoes and they kissed. It was chaste, barely lasted a second, and Mordred saw red.

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[littlebunnyman]

What I’m looking for

When Mordred meets Percy, he doesn't know that he is the father of Mordred's new stepmother. He doesn't mind when he finds out.

featuring omega Mordred, alpha Percival, lots of sex, and bonus family dynamics that are a bit fucked up

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He stares at the young woman in front of him, speechless. She is slight and even smaller than him. Her scent is cloyingly sweet, so much that Mordred is sure her perfume enhances it. Her bright smile wavers the longer the silence stretches out. Behind her, a car passes by.

“I’m sorry,” Mordred says faintly. “I don’t think I understood that correctly.”

She looks unsure. “I’m Kate? Your father...”

His father comes up behind him. “Who’s at the door?”

Kate’s face relaxes, smile back in full force. “Hey, love.” And she steps up next to Mordred, her hands stretching out to touch his father’s cheeks. She goes on her tiptoes. She kisses him. Which is how Mordred meets Kate, 22, homewrecker and his father’s new omega-to-be.

***

Four months and an increasing amount of “You won’t have to call me mum” comments later, he stands to the side of the wedding party and watches his father and Kate, his new stepmum since four hours ago, dance in a close embrace.

“Bride or groom?”

He startles out of his thoughts at the voice, even more when he sees who is talking to him. Because the man standing next to him in a simple black suit is way too hot to just casually talk to him. Laughter-lines line his eyes and his broad shoulders fill his suit jacket very well. He smells warm and comfortable. Dependable, safe. A strong alpha. Mordred wants to roll around in the smell.

“Groom,” he finally answers. “I did not see you before.”

The man watches Kate and his father dance. They’re giggling and when they’re not giggling they’re kissing. Disgusting.

“I just arrived,” the man says and looks at Mordred. “I’m Percival.”

“Mordred.”

They shake hands.

Percival nods to the bar. “Want a drink?”

Mordred had not expected to hook-up with anyone at his father’s wedding, but if Percival intended to offer... “Sure.”

He follows Percival to the bar.

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[littlebunnyman]

Put your arms around me

Mordred wakes up after the battle at Camlann.

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Day 31, fic 31! Todays prompts are: A light at the end of the tunnel | Comfort | Bedside vigil | "You can rest now.”

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[littlebunnyman]

Room full of people less important than you

Arthur finds out about Mordred's magic. Percival doesn't like how he reacts to it.

A what if Mordred used magic before Percival caught up to them in 5.11.

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Day 23, fic 23! Todays prompts are: At the end of their rope | Forced to kneel | Tied to a table | "Hold them down.”

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[littlebunnyman]

Keep your eyes upon me

Bandits are on the hunt for the Cup of Life. They think Mordred should help them out. He and Percival disagree.

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Day 3, fic 3! Todays prompts are: Hair’s breath from death | Gun to temple | "Say goodbye.” | Impaled

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