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    Grace knows he's not imagining it.

    There's a hand underneath the table, trailing up his skirt, and fingering at the crease of his thigh.

    He bites his lip and doesn't stop it.

    Instead, he just spreads his legs further.

    "Well," Rocky says from beside him. "Should we start the meeting now?"

    His knuckles brush up against Grace's aching cunt.

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    There's an itch inside Grace.

    Luckily, guess who can reach deep enough to scratch it?

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Arthur could see his father glaring down - face red and eyes narrowed as he looked at Merlin with clear distaste.

    "Once this over, sorcerer...I’ll burn you."

    "You’ve already tried that," Merlin’s voice answered and Arthur had to bite his fist to keep from making any noise. “You need to accept you can’t kill me… Hand me that blanket, please.”

    “I’m sure there must be some method… Beheading?”

    “No, we tried that.”

    “Hanging?”

    “I just sort of... Swung there, remember?”

    There was another pause.

    “I should have made you keep that dragon below the castle so I could feed you to it.”

    “Kilgharrah? He won’t eat me, but if you want to torture me than making me listen to his nonsense for an hour might do it.” Merlin said and there was a soft sigh from the other end of the room. “I’m glad you agreed to help me though. Usually I have to do the grunt work of saving Arthur myself.”

    “I can’t wait to kill you.” 

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    Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic, but can’t seem to kill him. Merlin is just trying to protect Arthur. They become a begrudgingly effective duo. Arthur doesn't understand why they think he isn't noticing this.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    “You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”

    Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”

    The rain continues falling.

    (And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.

    And Olruggio forgets.)

    There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Qifrey tries to catalogue all of the places they touch, reminding himself that the contact is no longer dangerous. Olly’s nose is slotted against his temple, fingers having moved from between his shoulders to the base of his head. There’s a slight tickle where the hair on his chin brushes against Qifrey’s cheek. The other arm is wrapped loosely around his middle, squeezing against his tunic. Their legs aren’t exactly tangled, but he can feel Olruggio’s calf against his own, a bony knee against his thigh, and the press of something warm and firm against his hip. His own body is an unfortunate mirror, the hour still early and the closeness still unfamiliar.

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    or; how does a man who has only ever deprived himself of wanting allow himself to lust?

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    05 Jun 2026

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    “Can you show me?” Qifrey asks, feigning just a little of his frustration. Running his fingers up and down his own neck only feels marginally less stupid than Olruggio lying isolated beside him, his want palpable.

    “Show you?” Olly’s voice is thready.

    “Yes,” Qifrey replies, tilting his head to look at Olly until his gaze is met. “I’ll follow you.”

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    or; olruggio shows qifrey the best ways to get off. nothing, at all, goes wrong.

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    04 Jun 2026