{Mordred’s responses vary from character to character. I don’t know why he reacted the way he did with her. Mordred is a Dom, except with Cyn.}
Wait, what? I just meant about protecting someone he cared about.
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sirmordred-thedruid replied to your post “sirpercivalofcamelot replied to your post: …”
{His ears perked up and he was like “wot cunt?”}
[I’ve always wondered if Percy would be Dommy or subby. Mordred too.]
sirpercivalofcamelot replied to your post “sirpercivalofcamelot replied to your post: …”
[In a sexy way?]
Oh my god, you two.
Percival, just … go read the fated!verse thread. You will understand Mordred’s response to /anyone/ threatening Summer. Like, wow. So no, NOT IN A SEXY WAY.
Mordred, don’t call your girl’s mun a cunt.
Summer, go kiss him or something, make him shut up. Kiss Percival too while you’re at it.
Hit the post limit. the fic was nsfw
fucking post limit. Nsfw is fine.
{Well I read this fic once with the knights and Mordred and well…}
Either give me the fic or stop ‘helping’! Or reply, that could be good too.
Summer gives a little growl, eyes dancing. “So fierce! I’m terrified, I shall faint away.”
“Oh, I can tell.”
For the life of her, if someone had asked, she would not have been able to explain why something like this, absurd and silly playing, should make her love him so, or attract her so. It was just a thing, the way his sideways smile made her heart skip a beat, or the way his solemn face made her shiver with delight.
“Surely a knight such as yourself would never threaten a maiden?” She twined her arms around his waist, pulling him right down atop her.
“Ack, not the glare! Don’t give me the glare!” Her squeak of mock-outrage is muffled by his kiss, and she cuddles into his body.
The young knight lets out a laugh. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Summer gives a little growl, eyes dancing. “So fierce! I’m terrified, I shall faint away.”
“Fair? Why should it be fair? Are you not stronger than I? Did you not say you would not surrender to me?” Mischievously, she runs her hands up under his shirt again, fingernails curving lightly into his skin. “This looks remarkably like surrender, my lord.”
Mordred glares at her, allowing her a moment of victory before he flipped her over. “Does this look like a surrender now?” he asks, leaning down to kiss her.
“Ack, not the glare! Don’t give me the glare!” Her squeak of mock-outrage is muffled by his kiss, and she cuddles into his body.
I’m going to save all these anons and answers and such and reread it whenever I’m feeling down.
“Ooooh! You are going to pay for that, sir knight, and speedily!” Giggling, she throws the entire rest of the stem at him, and pounces on him again.
“Ack! No!” he exclaims, going to move but she pins him down. “This isn’t fair.”
“Fair? Why should it be fair? Are you not stronger than I? Did you not say you would not surrender to me?” Mischievously, she runs her hands up under his shirt again, fingernails curving lightly into his skin. “This looks remarkably like surrender, my lord.”
“One day,” she threatens, grinning, shaking a finger at him, “one day, Mordred, there will be something which I am better at, and you will rue that day!” She hurls another grape at him.
”Hm, one day,” he tells her, catching the grape in his palm, placing it in his mouth. “But today, sadly, is not that day, and tomorrow doesn’t look good either.”
“Ooooh! You are going to pay for that, sir knight, and speedily!” Giggling, she throws the entire rest of the stem at him, and pounces on him again.