Fic: "It Will Always End Like This" (1/1)
**THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER WITH HARRY POTTER. I CANNOT TAKE THE TAG OFF AFTER ACCIDENTALLY CLICKING IT! **
Title: It Will Always End Like This
Author: Lassroyale
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, dub-con, bittersweetness
Parings: Uther/Merlin
Disclaimer: These two don't belong to me. If they did, this would be a very different show. I'm just borrowing them for my nefarious purposes.
Word Count: 2224
Beta: none
Summary: Uther and Merlin's story is all at once imperfect, sweet, and bitter. It will always end like this.
A/N:I don't know what it is, but Uther/Merlin is fast eating my brain. Om nom nom. There is something so depraved about them (and my mind)apparently. Also, I'm dedicating this to the lovely sheswatching because she made THIS AWESOME UTHER/MERLIN PICSPAM! It inspired me.
It Will Always End Like This
Fingers, long and supple fingers that were as clumsy as his were when stupid with pain, nonetheless worked the knots out of the ties that were pulled taut from the motions of battle. His armor fell away. The fingers continued to tug and pull. His clothing began to form a puddle of cloth on the floor.
This is how it would always be
Title: It Will Always End Like This
Author: Lassroyale
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, dub-con, bittersweetness
Parings: Uther/Merlin
Disclaimer: These two don't belong to me. If they did, this would be a very different show. I'm just borrowing them for my nefarious purposes.
Word Count: 2224
Beta: none
Summary: Uther and Merlin's story is all at once imperfect, sweet, and bitter. It will always end like this.
A/N:I don't know what it is, but Uther/Merlin is fast eating my brain. Om nom nom. There is something so depraved about them (and my mind)apparently. Also, I'm dedicating this to the lovely sheswatching because she made THIS AWESOME UTHER/MERLIN PICSPAM! It inspired me.
It Will Always End Like This
Fingers, long and supple fingers that were as clumsy as his were when stupid with pain, nonetheless worked the knots out of the ties that were pulled taut from the motions of battle. His armor fell away. The fingers continued to tug and pull. His clothing began to form a puddle of cloth on the floor.
This is how it would always be