Blister in the Sun (6/8)
Title: yeah I'm so strung out
Author: ShutupEccles
pairing: Arthur/Merlin & Arthur/Morgana references
word count ~700
Rating: 17+
Disclaimer: Characters are reproductions of BBC reproductions of characters from Arthurian legend.
Warning: sex, drug, child abuse & abortion references; domestic violence
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Summary: some secrets are revealed and they're not very nice
yeah I'm so strung out
"What's on the menu Chef?" Arthur asked Merlin whose head dangled back over the arm of the couch.
"A plateful of fuck off useless."
"I'm the only one earning any money."
"So have a bowl of fuck off rentboy instead."
"What's up your arse?" Morgana asked, coming fromt he kitchen munching on a generic cup of instant noodles.
"Not Arthur."
There was a time, less than three years ago, when Arthur would have had more than a verbal go at Merlin for treating him the way he did but right now he could barely stand straight. Shivers racked his body out of phase and he swayed hugging himself.
"I'll cook up," he grovelled. He'd given up begging Merlin to let him in but hadn't given up wanting him to.
"None of that. Had to sell it on to pay for..."
Merlin sneered at Morgana who shook her head minutely, eyes wide with fear and pleading.
"What's downstairs?" Arthur asked, missing the exchange.
"Nothing we can use without getting into shit."
"Fuck Merlin, you've got a pharmacy degree, why don't you work downstairs instead of just robbing it."
"Yeah, and while I'm working and Rentboy keeps knocking you up who's going to sort it out for you?"
"Only happened once." Arthur protested. Where was Mordred anyway? He'd been out of it for days but it felt like he hadn't seen the kid for weeks.
"Have you ever told him? How many times and you never told him once?"
"Don't."
"How many...it happened, what again? How do you know it wasn't yours?"
Merlin shook his head this time but his expression was threatening rather than afraid. Morgana delivered her counterblow with a spiteful laugh.
"Because he hasn't touched me since he started doing you."
"Bitch!" Merlin was off the couch and hitting into her as she shrieked and fought back but Arthur did nothing but watch mutely and try to make his disused brain work.
How many what...did Merlin love him after all...where's 'Dred?
"Dred." Arthur called and went looking for him. Not that he actually gave a shit since finding out his sperm cracked the egg, but if he'd been out for days the other two must have been. His kid and his arse were what kept them all juiced and fed. "Come on 'Dred." Surely the kid must have fucking learned how to talk by now. How old was he anyway?
It took a while for Morgana and Merlin to realise what he was doing and stop savaging each other.
"Arthur sweetie, Morded lives with your father, remember? I took 'Dred to the hospital when he got his fingers jammed in the door and they took him because..."
Merlin knocked her to the ground this time and started kicking her. Somehow Arthur found the co-ordination to push him away and ask a coherent question.
"These accidents he kept having, when did they start?"
"After we knew he was y..." Morgana replied through tears.
"You," Merlin pointed at Morgana, "Shut up!"
"Were you hurting him on purpose you twisted fuck?!"
"You can't exactly call yourself a caring father. I'm going to see what's downstairs," he grabbed keys and a screwdriver. "Take a look at yourselves before blaming everything on me. Take a good long look."
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