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“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

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“The more you love your own decisions the less you need others to love them.”

— Unknown

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Chapel where I work with very old relics

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Arthur doesn’t know if his mother ever held him.

His father has not, will not. On rare days, Arthur is gifted a grip to his shoulder: tight, heavy. Always with that crushing, crippling shame. The weight of his own disappointment.

Arthur tries to—well. He slaps his knights’ shoulders, light, quick. Sometimes even a rallying punch to an arm, closed fist, gloved fist. Never skin on skin.

He is not slapped back. Untouchable, always, on the tourney field and off.

Of course, he’s had servants to dress him since before he could lift a sword, but they’ve always known their place. Always careful, deferential. Never eye to eye.

“Up you get, you giant—fucking— lump—!”

It’s like hot steel, shock skewering his belly deep, each time Merlin touches him. Grabs him. Moves him bodily. Pushes him out of bed, shoves him into tunic and hose.

Fussing, always fussing, careless, full of care. “What’s that, on your face?” A warm, calloused hand, checking—skin on skin, eye to eye. “Oh, I see, just your big fat mouth as usual, no cause for alarm.” The dimple pokes Merlin’s cheek as his fingers poke Arthur’s sides.

It should sate his hunger; instead, it reinvents it.

touch @merthurmicrofic {200 words}

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2025 ➡️ 2023

Got bored and compiled all my ‘12 Donnies together in a battle to the death

Tag urself I’m #10

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“Because you are right, does not mean, I am wrong. You just haven’t seen life from my side.”

— Unknown

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There is beauty in everything, you just have to look for it

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“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”

— C.S. Lewis

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The view from my bedroom window

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

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Out in the eastern plains of Colorado

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“Things never end the way you expect them to. Though our time with each other was always vibrant and loving, the end came suddenly and spineless, without send off or ceremony, slipping away quietly into the dark. An ordinary moment, like any other, that just happened to be our last.”

— Beau Taplin