fic: Two Against the World (1/?)
Title: Two Against the World
Author: sariza
Rating: R (Wouldn't be Planet Terror without the fuck)
Summary: Arthur/Merlin. It's Merlin/Planet Terror Modern AU fic. Um, Merlin's a go-go dancer. (by the end of this fic, he'll be a one machine gun legged, magic-wielding, arthur face sucking, go-go dancer who saves the world from zombies but I swear this is not crack.)
Notes: Written for lady_winterbell Who requested. Sorry that it took so long to write, but its all done I just have to type it up.
The music inside the dingy club blared obnoxiously. Outside, even the rats were scurrying away from the noise. Within, a pair of red hot shoes strutted out onto the worn stage with confidence. Whether it was true confidence or the kind that comes in a liquor bottle, nobody knew. But nobody also didn’t really care. Not when the person wearing said shoes is swinging his hips to the beat of the music.
A few of the cheesy lights lining the edge of the stage were black and dead, only further establishing the cheapness of Will's Go-Go-Go Dance Club. The bottom of the dancer's shoes stuck uncomfortably to the stage's floor, lined with a layer of liquor and filth (with a hint of shame). Despite the mass amounts of scum, the dancer was able to ignore it. He had done this a thousand times now, it seemed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Merlin had plans. He wanted to be a physician. He wanted to help people. He had abilities and they were being wasted on a bunch of horny grunting men. The music then changed and so did all thoughts in Merlin Emrys’ mind.
He swayed seductively, the gold fringe of his costume swishing back and forth to the music. Every dip, turn and shake was completely memorized and with no fault. With the look on his pretty face, you'd assume he was enjoying himself with a moan escaping from his red painted lips. However, his mind was in a completely different world. He couldn't help but think of what he had allowed himself to become. His eyes darkened the second he was on stage. He couldn’t stand the idea that this is what he life had become. That he never did what he had wanted to do. Never accomplished those goals he had set. Yet, he crawled onto the sticky floor of the stage, grinding and shaking his hips for their pleasure.
Finally, much to his own pleasure, but the displeasure of all the club’s attendees, the song came to a wailing finish. The dancer stopped completely, all thoughts finally catching up to him and tears streaming down his pale face. Merlin rose from the grimy floor and rushed backstage.
He pushed past various girls and guys dressing and preparing to go out and perform their dances soon. He plopped miserably into a chair before a large, lit mirror. Merlin reached for a tissue from the box of generic Kleenex on the table. He started to wipe the scum off his face. He thought about how much better he performed tonight than other nights (before the tears, of course). He was getting too good at doing what he was doing, which obviously meant that it was time to do something else.
Blankly, he stared at his hollow and unhappy reflection in the mirror, hearing the voice of his boss approaching. It didn’t take him long to come up behind him. His hands rested on his hips as he stared at Merlin’s reflection, looking more than slightly annoyed.
"Merlin, I've told you too many fucking times, you can't be up there crying an' shit. People don't pay to see you cry, they pay to see you dance." As he spoke, Merlin was silent and completely ignoring him. He rose from the chair, stood and reached up to slipping on a worn out leather jacket on one arm at a time. Merlin reached for the sides to pull it closed (or as closed as it could get with a broken zipper) trying to ignore the feel of the soft fabric that spelled out a name Merlin would rather forget.
"You know what a go-go dance is?" He asked, pissed at being ignoring. Merlin finally showed some acknowledgment and nodded his head.
"Useless talent #12."
"No." Will answered back said in annoyance to her answer. "It's a happy dance. You get up there, you dance happy. It's Go-Go, not cry-cry." All previous playfulness was gone and he stared hard at him through the mirror.
"I'm quitting." Will took out a wad off cash and began to count through the bills. Suddenly, his voice was the more playful one.
"You say that every Wednesday night."
"This time I mean it. I need a dramatic change in my life."
"That's funny, cause..." He held up some money which Merlin assumed was the money he just earned for Will during his happy dance. "I'm the one who could do that for you."
"If you could do that I'd work for free." He retorted not hesitating to reach out for the money snatching it out of Will‘s hand. Will gave him a dirty look but continued on talking.
"You've always been funny. Bring that on the stage. Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone, Merlin"
Oh yeah, he was a real comedian, he thought in amusement for a moment. As Will continued to ramble on, Merlin then began to stare again into his reflection. He couldn’t stand the way he looked just standing her in this god forsaken place. He hated being here. His nose wrinkled up in disgust and he grabbed at his things. "Good-bye, Will." He said quickly and immediately disappeared through the door, slamming it behind him. He walked out the club ignoring the jeers of men for an encore. He walked out of Will’s Go-Go-Go Club that night and he didn’t even think about looking back.
part two
Author: sariza
Rating: R (Wouldn't be Planet Terror without the fuck)
Summary: Arthur/Merlin. It's Merlin/Planet Terror Modern AU fic. Um, Merlin's a go-go dancer. (by the end of this fic, he'll be a one machine gun legged, magic-wielding, arthur face sucking, go-go dancer who saves the world from zombies but I swear this is not crack.)
Notes: Written for lady_winterbell Who requested. Sorry that it took so long to write, but its all done I just have to type it up.
The music inside the dingy club blared obnoxiously. Outside, even the rats were scurrying away from the noise. Within, a pair of red hot shoes strutted out onto the worn stage with confidence. Whether it was true confidence or the kind that comes in a liquor bottle, nobody knew. But nobody also didn’t really care. Not when the person wearing said shoes is swinging his hips to the beat of the music.
A few of the cheesy lights lining the edge of the stage were black and dead, only further establishing the cheapness of Will's Go-Go-Go Dance Club. The bottom of the dancer's shoes stuck uncomfortably to the stage's floor, lined with a layer of liquor and filth (with a hint of shame). Despite the mass amounts of scum, the dancer was able to ignore it. He had done this a thousand times now, it seemed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Merlin had plans. He wanted to be a physician. He wanted to help people. He had abilities and they were being wasted on a bunch of horny grunting men. The music then changed and so did all thoughts in Merlin Emrys’ mind.
He swayed seductively, the gold fringe of his costume swishing back and forth to the music. Every dip, turn and shake was completely memorized and with no fault. With the look on his pretty face, you'd assume he was enjoying himself with a moan escaping from his red painted lips. However, his mind was in a completely different world. He couldn't help but think of what he had allowed himself to become. His eyes darkened the second he was on stage. He couldn’t stand the idea that this is what he life had become. That he never did what he had wanted to do. Never accomplished those goals he had set. Yet, he crawled onto the sticky floor of the stage, grinding and shaking his hips for their pleasure.
Finally, much to his own pleasure, but the displeasure of all the club’s attendees, the song came to a wailing finish. The dancer stopped completely, all thoughts finally catching up to him and tears streaming down his pale face. Merlin rose from the grimy floor and rushed backstage.
He pushed past various girls and guys dressing and preparing to go out and perform their dances soon. He plopped miserably into a chair before a large, lit mirror. Merlin reached for a tissue from the box of generic Kleenex on the table. He started to wipe the scum off his face. He thought about how much better he performed tonight than other nights (before the tears, of course). He was getting too good at doing what he was doing, which obviously meant that it was time to do something else.
Blankly, he stared at his hollow and unhappy reflection in the mirror, hearing the voice of his boss approaching. It didn’t take him long to come up behind him. His hands rested on his hips as he stared at Merlin’s reflection, looking more than slightly annoyed.
"Merlin, I've told you too many fucking times, you can't be up there crying an' shit. People don't pay to see you cry, they pay to see you dance." As he spoke, Merlin was silent and completely ignoring him. He rose from the chair, stood and reached up to slipping on a worn out leather jacket on one arm at a time. Merlin reached for the sides to pull it closed (or as closed as it could get with a broken zipper) trying to ignore the feel of the soft fabric that spelled out a name Merlin would rather forget.
"You know what a go-go dance is?" He asked, pissed at being ignoring. Merlin finally showed some acknowledgment and nodded his head.
"Useless talent #12."
"No." Will answered back said in annoyance to her answer. "It's a happy dance. You get up there, you dance happy. It's Go-Go, not cry-cry." All previous playfulness was gone and he stared hard at him through the mirror.
"I'm quitting." Will took out a wad off cash and began to count through the bills. Suddenly, his voice was the more playful one.
"You say that every Wednesday night."
"This time I mean it. I need a dramatic change in my life."
"That's funny, cause..." He held up some money which Merlin assumed was the money he just earned for Will during his happy dance. "I'm the one who could do that for you."
"If you could do that I'd work for free." He retorted not hesitating to reach out for the money snatching it out of Will‘s hand. Will gave him a dirty look but continued on talking.
"You've always been funny. Bring that on the stage. Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone, Merlin"
Oh yeah, he was a real comedian, he thought in amusement for a moment. As Will continued to ramble on, Merlin then began to stare again into his reflection. He couldn’t stand the way he looked just standing her in this god forsaken place. He hated being here. His nose wrinkled up in disgust and he grabbed at his things. "Good-bye, Will." He said quickly and immediately disappeared through the door, slamming it behind him. He walked out the club ignoring the jeers of men for an encore. He walked out of Will’s Go-Go-Go Club that night and he didn’t even think about looking back.
part two