Why can't the whole world smell of shea butter?
Poll MOST RELEVANT TO MY WRITING INTERESTS
You should be aware of the following:
PR AU would feature matchmaking!Slashdragon, as always, saying such ridiculous things as: "But really, Emrys, shouldn't you be trying to win the heart of young Pendragon? I have seen the way you look at him, and he has busted out the leather trousers twice already this season -- twice! -- which he doesn't do for just anyone, you know. And think about it! You design clothes! He wears them! You are like two sides of a well-dressed coin! Two blades of a scisssors, cutting through the bullshit of the world to provide people with excellent fashion! Yes, all of these exclamation points are absolutely necessary!"
QAF AU would feature something loosely like, but not necessarily, this snippet of a morning-after scene:
Arthur wakes up with a splitting headache and a completely trashed flat.
"What the fuck?" is the first thing he says, looking around at the over-turned coffee table and imported Italian leather chairs, the newspapers shuffled across the floor and, Jesus Christ, a pair of his best Armani trousers left crumpled in a heap by the door. He must have been seriously wasted last night to do something like that, God.
"Yeah, seriously," says a voice next to him. Arthur does not jump, thank you very much, and turns in bed to find that yeah, he definitely was seriously wasted last night, because there's a brat of no more than seventeen years stretched out next to him, grinning and snuggling into 500-thread-count sheets like he belongs there.
"Things got a little crazy last night," the kid laughs.
Arthur blinks at him. His ears are fucking huge, and his hair is just weird, and Arthur is starting to question the wisdom of mixing drugs and booze and late-night clubbing at Camelot for the first time ever, because what the fuck, he has better taste than this.
"What the fuck," Arthur says, "who the fuck are you?" The kid's grin collapses in on itself. Arthur hopes desperately that it was just incredibly slim pickings at Camelot last night; otherwise, he would have to be horribly embarrassed for himself, and he doesn't pull off embarrassment well.
"I'm Merlin," the kid says, like he expects that to explain everything.
Arthur blinks at him again. The kid -- Merlin, apparently -- blinks back, not getting that he's supposed to be gone by now. Arthur keeps staring at him, making a point of no recognition ever. Merlin's face falls even more, and as his bottom lip trembles just slightly, Arthur is reminded of why he came up with the "no virgins" policy in the first place. At least the older, used models have all received the memo that Arthur Pendragon does fucking, not attachments.
"You said my arse was magical," Merlin says, and he actually sounds offended and possibly hurt, and Arthur can't help but fall back against his goose-down pillow in a fit of laughter. If he doesn't laugh, he thinks he might cry at how stupid he was last night, and at how unfortunate it is that he'll never let himself enjoy E-spiked Guinness again.
The covers snap when Merlin tosses them back angrily and gets up. "Oh, fuck you," Merlin mutters. "Just let me use your fucking shower and I'll leave."
Arthur raises his arm and points left toward the shower, pressing his other hand over his chest to calm his breathing. Merlin's still muttering as he walks by, only Arthur doesn't actually catch a word he's saying, mostly because Arthur's too busy staring at his arse, which is shapely and pale and covered in enough dull bruises to show that Arthur had indeed thought it was fairly magical last night. Arthur stares a bit more as Merlin walks away, and the kid's legs aren't half-bad either. Neither was his face, now that Arthur thinks about it, once you get past the ears, and okay, Arthur's thinking that maybe he can go back to trusting his judgment while high out of his mind. A lot of this will depend on if Merlin gets over himself and lets Arthur fuck him in the shower one more time, but yeah, Arthur really doesn't think that will be a problem. Kid seems like he knows how to appreciate a good thing when he has it, and this morning he'll have Arthur Pendragon. You can't do much better than that.
CHOOSE ONE, FLIST. HELP ME.
You should be aware of the following:
PR AU would feature matchmaking!Slashdragon, as always, saying such ridiculous things as: "But really, Emrys, shouldn't you be trying to win the heart of young Pendragon? I have seen the way you look at him, and he has busted out the leather trousers twice already this season -- twice! -- which he doesn't do for just anyone, you know. And think about it! You design clothes! He wears them! You are like two sides of a well-dressed coin! Two blades of a scisssors, cutting through the bullshit of the world to provide people with excellent fashion! Yes, all of these exclamation points are absolutely necessary!"
QAF AU would feature something loosely like, but not necessarily, this snippet of a morning-after scene:
Arthur wakes up with a splitting headache and a completely trashed flat.
"What the fuck?" is the first thing he says, looking around at the over-turned coffee table and imported Italian leather chairs, the newspapers shuffled across the floor and, Jesus Christ, a pair of his best Armani trousers left crumpled in a heap by the door. He must have been seriously wasted last night to do something like that, God.
"Yeah, seriously," says a voice next to him. Arthur does not jump, thank you very much, and turns in bed to find that yeah, he definitely was seriously wasted last night, because there's a brat of no more than seventeen years stretched out next to him, grinning and snuggling into 500-thread-count sheets like he belongs there.
"Things got a little crazy last night," the kid laughs.
Arthur blinks at him. His ears are fucking huge, and his hair is just weird, and Arthur is starting to question the wisdom of mixing drugs and booze and late-night clubbing at Camelot for the first time ever, because what the fuck, he has better taste than this.
"What the fuck," Arthur says, "who the fuck are you?" The kid's grin collapses in on itself. Arthur hopes desperately that it was just incredibly slim pickings at Camelot last night; otherwise, he would have to be horribly embarrassed for himself, and he doesn't pull off embarrassment well.
"I'm Merlin," the kid says, like he expects that to explain everything.
Arthur blinks at him again. The kid -- Merlin, apparently -- blinks back, not getting that he's supposed to be gone by now. Arthur keeps staring at him, making a point of no recognition ever. Merlin's face falls even more, and as his bottom lip trembles just slightly, Arthur is reminded of why he came up with the "no virgins" policy in the first place. At least the older, used models have all received the memo that Arthur Pendragon does fucking, not attachments.
"You said my arse was magical," Merlin says, and he actually sounds offended and possibly hurt, and Arthur can't help but fall back against his goose-down pillow in a fit of laughter. If he doesn't laugh, he thinks he might cry at how stupid he was last night, and at how unfortunate it is that he'll never let himself enjoy E-spiked Guinness again.
The covers snap when Merlin tosses them back angrily and gets up. "Oh, fuck you," Merlin mutters. "Just let me use your fucking shower and I'll leave."
Arthur raises his arm and points left toward the shower, pressing his other hand over his chest to calm his breathing. Merlin's still muttering as he walks by, only Arthur doesn't actually catch a word he's saying, mostly because Arthur's too busy staring at his arse, which is shapely and pale and covered in enough dull bruises to show that Arthur had indeed thought it was fairly magical last night. Arthur stares a bit more as Merlin walks away, and the kid's legs aren't half-bad either. Neither was his face, now that Arthur thinks about it, once you get past the ears, and okay, Arthur's thinking that maybe he can go back to trusting his judgment while high out of his mind. A lot of this will depend on if Merlin gets over himself and lets Arthur fuck him in the shower one more time, but yeah, Arthur really doesn't think that will be a problem. Kid seems like he knows how to appreciate a good thing when he has it, and this morning he'll have Arthur Pendragon. You can't do much better than that.
CHOOSE ONE, FLIST. HELP ME.