In his head, Arthur makes a list of things he thinks he might love about Gwen – the arch of her spine; her veracity; her hands pressing against his shoulders – after the second time. He files it next to the litany of things about Merlin he’s never said he adores.

And Under Day-Old Sheets [x]

This is one of the fics I return to over and over again. I love the author’s writing style; it’s quiet and gut-wrenching. Her words hit the right nerves that will make you hurt and hope at the same time. The resolution to the story is realistic, and yet it still holds a certain happy/hopeful ending quality to it. (It’s Arthur/Merlin endgame, for those in doubt)