Shattered
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Shattered
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Characters: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: All he wanted was Arthur's love.
Warnings: Dark!Arthur, Rape/non-con
Word Count: 995
Prompt: #16, Bleeding Heart
Author Notes: Hmm... Is pretty much all I can say.
“You love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Merlin smiled softly as he finally got to utter the words that he had been hiding for so long. He was sure that the prince knew how he was feeling, the lingering touches, the longing glances...it had all been a bit of a giveaway how he was feeling, but to be able to admit those feelings... They were safely shut away in Arthur’s chambers after a meeting with Uther had left the prince in a foul mood. Merlin hadn’t been present, but he knew enough about Arthur to know when his shoulders were set like that, it was never a good sign. It was why he had felt stupidly proud when Arthur had let him massage the tension away before slowly standing and running a finger down his cheek.
“And you would do anything to please me?” Eyes shining with adoration and trust, Merlin nodded.
“I would give my life for you.” He whispered, daring to take Arthur’s hand himself as the royal smiled at him.
“Good. Now strip and bend over.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Merlin, it’s time we may a proper servant out of you. Having you serve me on your knees the way you should is something that I should have done years ago. And seeing you like that would make me happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Arthur, please...” Merlin implored, making to grab at Arthur’s hand as the prince snatched it away from his grasp. “I don’t know what your father said to you, but we can make it better, we can...”
“The only way we can make it better is for you to do as you are told.”
“Arthur...”
“That’s Sire to you.” Before Merlin had the chance to even flinch away, Arthur’s right hand had risen to his left shoulder and he brought it snapping across Merlin’s face, backhanding him hard. Tasting blood, Merlin felt his head reeling as he tried to think through the pain and confusion. Compared to the almost tender note in Arthur’s voice before, this had been nothing more than cold and hating. As ashamed as he was to admit it afterwards, Merlin truly thought that he would be able to still get through to his prince. Rather than lose absolutely everything, he opted for fighting with his words rather than his magic.
“Sire, what is it?”
“I gave you an order.”
“As if I was going to obey one like...Arthur! Stop! Stop it, no, I don’t want...”
“Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur growled. One arm snaked around the slender man’s waist as he pulled Merlin flush against him, ignoring the way his servant’s hands were pushing against his shoulders, trying to create some sort of space between their bodies. His other hand grabbed the back of Merlin’s neck, pulling him in as he fiercely attacked his lips, biting down in order to force entry. Merlin was fighting back, trying to force Arthur out and away, and eventually, the prince did pull back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought this was what you wanted?”
“This was the last thing that I wanted.” Even though he was still being held against Arthur, Merlin managed to raise his hand and shakily wipe the back of it across his bleeding lips. “Arthur, please, listen to me....”
“Be silent or I will have your tongue.” Shocked, Merlin’s mouth closed, but he couldn’t stop himself from crying out as Arthur’s hands began to grope him furiously.
“Stop, Arthur, please, stop it, please, you don’t want to do this...” Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. Arthur shoved the servant away from him, hard, and Merlin cried out in pain as his wrist collided with the edge of the table as he tried to break his fall. Still trying to correct his balance, he didn’t see Arthur move until the hands were back on him once again.
This time, both of Arthur’s hands went to his waist, the prince growling under his breath as he tugged violently on the lacing to Merlin’s breeches. Rather than simply untying them, he ripped them from the fabric, openly laughing as Merlin tried to cover himself even as Arthur pushed them down past his knees.
“I know you want me, Merlin. So shut up and fucking let me give you what you wanted. Such a loyal servant, I can only reward you with what you deserve for such love and devotion.”
“Stop it, please...” Unable to believe that this was indeed the man he had fallen in love with and sworn to protect, Merlin’s mind went blank of anything he could use in order to save himself from what he was vehemently denying was about to happen. Even when Arthur grabbed his hips, spinning him around and slamming his upper body down across the table, Merlin refused to accept reality.
One of the prince’s hands were pinning his own over the smooth wooden surface whilst the other worked him open. It didn’t matter, he was too tight, it was too soon when Arthur’s cock slammed into him, and Merlin didn’t think he had ever screamed as much as he had in that moment, feeling his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.
It was Uther. That was what Merlin was telling himself as he desperately tried to block out the feel of Arthur thrusting deep within him, groaning as he finally spilled his release. The King had done something to upset Arthur...
...But when the warlock found himself forced to his knees the following night, Arthur’s breeches already pushed down to his knees and that mocking smile in place as he claimed he was rewarding Merlin’s love, the servant knew he had it mistaken. He had just been blind to who Arthur was, what he was protecting.
And now, because of damn destiny, he had no way out and had to feel his heart bleed and scream every night.
Title: Shattered
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Characters: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: All he wanted was Arthur's love.
Warnings: Dark!Arthur, Rape/non-con
Word Count: 995
Prompt: #16, Bleeding Heart
Author Notes: Hmm... Is pretty much all I can say.
“You love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Merlin smiled softly as he finally got to utter the words that he had been hiding for so long. He was sure that the prince knew how he was feeling, the lingering touches, the longing glances...it had all been a bit of a giveaway how he was feeling, but to be able to admit those feelings... They were safely shut away in Arthur’s chambers after a meeting with Uther had left the prince in a foul mood. Merlin hadn’t been present, but he knew enough about Arthur to know when his shoulders were set like that, it was never a good sign. It was why he had felt stupidly proud when Arthur had let him massage the tension away before slowly standing and running a finger down his cheek.
“And you would do anything to please me?” Eyes shining with adoration and trust, Merlin nodded.
“I would give my life for you.” He whispered, daring to take Arthur’s hand himself as the royal smiled at him.
“Good. Now strip and bend over.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Merlin, it’s time we may a proper servant out of you. Having you serve me on your knees the way you should is something that I should have done years ago. And seeing you like that would make me happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Arthur, please...” Merlin implored, making to grab at Arthur’s hand as the prince snatched it away from his grasp. “I don’t know what your father said to you, but we can make it better, we can...”
“The only way we can make it better is for you to do as you are told.”
“Arthur...”
“That’s Sire to you.” Before Merlin had the chance to even flinch away, Arthur’s right hand had risen to his left shoulder and he brought it snapping across Merlin’s face, backhanding him hard. Tasting blood, Merlin felt his head reeling as he tried to think through the pain and confusion. Compared to the almost tender note in Arthur’s voice before, this had been nothing more than cold and hating. As ashamed as he was to admit it afterwards, Merlin truly thought that he would be able to still get through to his prince. Rather than lose absolutely everything, he opted for fighting with his words rather than his magic.
“Sire, what is it?”
“I gave you an order.”
“As if I was going to obey one like...Arthur! Stop! Stop it, no, I don’t want...”
“Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur growled. One arm snaked around the slender man’s waist as he pulled Merlin flush against him, ignoring the way his servant’s hands were pushing against his shoulders, trying to create some sort of space between their bodies. His other hand grabbed the back of Merlin’s neck, pulling him in as he fiercely attacked his lips, biting down in order to force entry. Merlin was fighting back, trying to force Arthur out and away, and eventually, the prince did pull back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought this was what you wanted?”
“This was the last thing that I wanted.” Even though he was still being held against Arthur, Merlin managed to raise his hand and shakily wipe the back of it across his bleeding lips. “Arthur, please, listen to me....”
“Be silent or I will have your tongue.” Shocked, Merlin’s mouth closed, but he couldn’t stop himself from crying out as Arthur’s hands began to grope him furiously.
“Stop, Arthur, please, stop it, please, you don’t want to do this...” Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. Arthur shoved the servant away from him, hard, and Merlin cried out in pain as his wrist collided with the edge of the table as he tried to break his fall. Still trying to correct his balance, he didn’t see Arthur move until the hands were back on him once again.
This time, both of Arthur’s hands went to his waist, the prince growling under his breath as he tugged violently on the lacing to Merlin’s breeches. Rather than simply untying them, he ripped them from the fabric, openly laughing as Merlin tried to cover himself even as Arthur pushed them down past his knees.
“I know you want me, Merlin. So shut up and fucking let me give you what you wanted. Such a loyal servant, I can only reward you with what you deserve for such love and devotion.”
“Stop it, please...” Unable to believe that this was indeed the man he had fallen in love with and sworn to protect, Merlin’s mind went blank of anything he could use in order to save himself from what he was vehemently denying was about to happen. Even when Arthur grabbed his hips, spinning him around and slamming his upper body down across the table, Merlin refused to accept reality.
One of the prince’s hands were pinning his own over the smooth wooden surface whilst the other worked him open. It didn’t matter, he was too tight, it was too soon when Arthur’s cock slammed into him, and Merlin didn’t think he had ever screamed as much as he had in that moment, feeling his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.
It was Uther. That was what Merlin was telling himself as he desperately tried to block out the feel of Arthur thrusting deep within him, groaning as he finally spilled his release. The King had done something to upset Arthur...
...But when the warlock found himself forced to his knees the following night, Arthur’s breeches already pushed down to his knees and that mocking smile in place as he claimed he was rewarding Merlin’s love, the servant knew he had it mistaken. He had just been blind to who Arthur was, what he was protecting.
And now, because of damn destiny, he had no way out and had to feel his heart bleed and scream every night.