#tiny merlin

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The brief flash of gold was enough to quicken his heartbeat. Sorcerer, his body screamed, reminding him of what Sir Roderick had taught him in all those training sessions. The only good sorcerer is a dead one.

Uther had told all his knights that it was an honorable mission to rid the land of magic. That they were freeing the people, making their kingdom safer. It had been ingrained in his mind from such a young age.

And still- As the eyes of the boy before him turned blue again, he saw no malice in them. The thought seemed absurd. This boy was seven summers, maybe eight if one considered how harsh the winters got out here.

He knew of course that neither Uther nor the knights that sent him into these woods to gather firewood, would hesitate upon coming face to face with magic, not even if the one using it was a small boy.

They were not in Camelot right now but to the others it would make little difference. One less sorcerer, that was all that counted.

But he knew he couldn't bring himself to draw his sword. Not even when the boy lifted his arms.

For a moment they stared into each other's eyes before the boy turned and started to run. However he only managed a few paces before stumbling and hitting the ground hard.

"Are you okay?" He asked unsure of if he should approach but ultimately deciding if the boy was seriously injured and needed help the villige was too far away to hear his cries.

"Please! I didn't do anything, promise! I won't ever do it again please!!" The boy begged from where he was on the ground, one hand on his leg while he shielded his head with the other one.

He dropped to his knees trying to be as unthreatening as he could in chainmail and with a sword strapped to his side. "I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to make sure you didn't break anything."

The boy still tried to crawl away but stopped when he put weight on his injured leg. The big blue eyes filled with tears but apart from a small wimper no sound made it past his lips. "I promise you I won't hurt you. Can I see?"

If he would have been able to run there was no doubt the boy would be on his feet in a moment. But since that was not an option he reluctantly nodded, watching the knight with big eyes and a tearstreaked face.

"You're a knight." The boy stated and he nodded.

"And you saw..." instead of speaking the word the small fingers wiggled in a gesture that would have looked mocking if a grown man would have made it. Again he nodded while his fingers lifted the hem of the thin trousers. The ankle beneath it was already swollen and bruised.

Swollen and bruised after such a short time is a sign for a torn tendon.

"Mom said you would hurt me." The boy whispered. And after a pause he added: "Old man simmons said people like me should be drowned-." Another pause. "He said they're monsters."

The knight looked up, seeing the worry in the child's face and he couldn't help but see his youngest bother Marcus. He was around the same age as the boy. For a moment he imagined Marcus being alone in these woods, hurt and frightened. He was just a child. Magic or not it didn't matter right now.

"I have to carry you back and I need to talk to your mom."

"Mom will get angry and worried when she sees you."

He almost snorted when the boy looked him up and down.

"What's your plan then?"

"Hm. Bring me close to my house and then I will call for mom when you disappeared again? She will believe me when I tell her my foot got caught in a root. I stumble a lot."

Maybe he should protest but he could only stay away for so long until the other knights came looking.

"Fine. You shouldn't put any weight on your foot for a few weeks." He instructed, as he carefully lifted the boy and settled him on his hip. He was so much lighter than Marcus.

"You're brave." He whispered because the kid was, even though he had every reason to be terrified.

"I know you won't hurt me now. You have a kind heart, Sir Knight."

It was an odd thing to say, but it made him feel warm nonetheless.

"Thank you." Through the trees he spotted some small houses, the buildings even simpler than the ones in the lower town and it reminded Leon again that life outside of cities was harsh.

"You can let me down here." He did as the boy said and made sure he didn't injure his leg further when he placed him on the ground.

"Thank you Sir Knight." The boy grinned up at him, despite the pain he must be in.

"Leon." He cleared his throat. "My name is Leon."

"That sounds like Lion! My mom told me stories about lions. They have a mane! Amost like your hair. I'm named after an animal too. I'm Merlin."

Leon smiled down at the boy. "Like the bird. Well promise to stay out of trouble."

Another mischievous grin lit up the round face. "I'm not allowed to lie."

Before he could think it through his hand reached out to ruffle the boys hair. "Goodbye Merlin."

And with that he turned around and went back in the direction of his camp. Merlin waited until the silver shine of the chainmail disappeared behind the trees, before he called his mother.

Both of them had no idea that this was not their last meeting. It was only the beginning.

[borrower-merlin]

Merlin being recognized as the unifier of the fae, borrowers, and the giants. Emrys, The Powerful and Kind

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L’enfer

Summary: 'When you die and turn into nothing, into less than nothing, you will do so knowing it was at the hand of a friend.' 

Merlin is captured by Morgana. She has a very special punishment for him.

Content: Unaware Giant, Cock Vore, Tiny Merlin, Giant Arthur, Comeshots, “Accidental” Cock Vore

A/N: Fic requested by the winner of the Merlin Smut Anthology contest thing. I am so sorry it's taken so long, life has been hectic recently. Prompt: "Well I am kind of interested in the unaware aspect of cock vore if possible. So maybe along the lines of an unaware giant Mordred or Arthur accidentally cock vores tiny Merlin, to keep with the theme of your contest."

Hope you enjoy <3 I know that *technically* the cock vore isn't accidental, since Morgana planned it, but at least Arthur is unaware? Sorry again for the lateness.

Oh, and the answer to the contest was Mordred! (link to AO3 version)

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'When you die and turn into nothing, into less than nothing, you will do so knowing it was at the hand of a friend.'

This is the last thing Merlin hears before passing out, the sleeping spell she cast on him too powerful to resist.

He doesn’t know how he ended up in Morgana’s hovel, face-to-face with his friend-cum-enemy. Somehow, she magicked him out of his bed in Camelot, leagues away from her location, and tied him up.

When he came to, she’d been puttering around, picking up herbs and various dead things and tossing them into a large cauldron in the centre of the room. She’d looked even worse than usual, her dark hair a veritable bird’s nest, tangled and dirty, and her pale face was sunken in like she hadn’t touched food in days. Somehow, Merlin felt pity for her.

That changed when she explained her plan to him: a death at Arthur’s hand, the King completely unaware he’s killed his best friend. Merlin immediately started yelling, yanking at his bindings and cursing the witch. In true form, she only cackled and carried on with her spell, until it was complete. She force-fed him the potion, smirking, and then he’d felt a pull at his navel. Everything enlarged until he was tinier than a thimble, Morgana’s massive face hovering over him.

Merlin doesn’t know what to expect to wake up to - will he be stomped on, fed to crows, drowned? - but it certainly isn’t a tight, wet heat that clings to him, squeezing his tiny body something fierce. His arms are held at his sides, unable to be moved, and his body is positioned upright. He’s naked, as well, so he can feel the wetness everywhere. It surrounds him at every angle, dark and moist and musky, like the inside of one of Gaius’ potions. He can hear a low, grumbling pulse as well. It sounds like a heartbeat, impossibly. The space feels all-encompassing as if he’ll never escape, and the most maddening thing of all is that he doesn’t even bloody know where he is! Curse that blasted witch!

Struggling furiously, Merlin looks up, as that’s the only way to go, and sees a hole as big as him. His anger fades into befuddlement. It’s … gaping? Like a giant mouth, opening and closing to the rhythm of the heartbeat sound.

Merlin tries to wriggle around, to loosen himself, but all that does is make the hot walls of the tube cling to him even tighter. His sides burn at the pressure. Then, impossibly, Merlin hears a moan. A suspiciously loud, suspiciously familiar moan, and all at once it clicks.

You will die at the hand of a friend … Arthur will not know he killed his dearest companion … an eye for an eye …

He’s trapped inside of Arthur’s cock.

The realisation freezes his limbs, his struggling ceasing as he faces the fact that he will die, and Arthur will never know what happened to him. And if he does, it will be because Morgana tells him.

Merlin knows what that knowledge will do to his friend. It will tear him up inside, direct all that anger at himself, the blame for Morgana’s actions turned inwards one hundredfold.

The warlock wracks his brain for a solution. He can feel his magic bubbling under his skin, held back by Morgana’s spell. But when he tries to wield it, force it out of himself, it sputters like a dying fire, trembling and dying. He needs something else. He needs to get out of here before he suffocates in the recesses of Arthur’s prick.

Merlin is knocked from his musings by the undulating walls of the cock. The fleshy, squishy sides squeezing him. Is Arthur wanking? Merlin’s movements must’ve stimulated his cock enough to get it hard.

Merlin comes to an unsavoury solution. Perhaps … perhaps if he pushes Arthur along enough, the man will climax and push Merlin out.

He sees no other option. This seems to be the only way out.

Mind made up, Merlin starts wriggling frantically, twisting his arms and legs and making as much movement as possible. The walls clench around him, and a loud moan reverberates in the tight shaft. The walls move up and down frantically, rising and falling with the motion of Arthur’s hand on his cock.

It forces pre-come to swell up in the hole, getting in Merlin’s mouth, forcing him to swallow. The taste is salty, unpleasant, and altogether overwhelming. It means Arthur’s getting close.

Merlin doesn’t give into his fatigue. He continues to stimulate Arthur’s prick. It goes on for what seems like forever, the clenching walls and clinging wetness and ear-splitting moans and frantic heartbeat, but soon Merlin hears a great rushing sound, like a river breaking through a dam.

It comes from below, rising up the hole until he floods over Merlin in a wave of hot, thick seed. It coats everything as it pushes his small body up, up, up until he’s through the hole and in the air. He falls with the shot of come.

It splatters against a soft surface. It rises and falls to the same rhythm as Arthur’s heart. Merlin feels two more shots of come hit him until his world is covered in white and he cannot see anything else.

He lays there for a moment, in the hot pool, until Arthur’s orgasm ends after the eighth shot of seed leaves his dribbling cock.

He sits up gingerly, hands submerged and feeling disgusting, pulling his way out of the come and crawling forward. He’s on Arthur’s abdomen, in the small divot of his muscled torso.

As he lifts his head to look at Arthur’s face, he sees just how big the man is now. He’s as large as the Citadel, his arms like massive battlements and his chest as wide as the courtyard.

‘Arthur!’ He screams, hoarse. His friend doesn’t notice, too busy recovering from his orgasm. His chest rises under Merlin’s bare feet. ‘ARTHUR!’

With a great feeling of relief, Merlin watches those large, hazy blue eyes lock onto his form. They furrow with confusion before widening in shock.

‘Merlin?’

[borrower-merlin]

Arthur has been keeping too busy. The solution is to find Merlin and send him to nag the king until he goes to bed.

[borrower-merlin]

Godard had gotten lost, but found a well traveled borrower path in the castle. He followed it into a big fancy bedroom and didn't know what to do. Suddenly a Big Scary had him cornered! The giant reached into his shirt pocket and brought his hands dooo~wn to him on the floor. But instead of something scary, it's a borrower like him!

Merlin helps him find his family soon after.

[borrower-merlin]

It's dangerous to go alone, take this

[borrower-merlin]

Sorry for not having much content for y'all

Here are some flowers!

[borrower-merlin]

Her handsome knight is here to rescue her!