Unfinished Business Merlin, Modern AU || Merlin/Arthur || PG-13 And we've come full circle to fluffl
The Kilgarrah bakery was known for the designs of the pastries it churned out as much as for the outstanding flavors they managed to produce.
At the moment, though, anyone looking into the kitchen would not be able to tell that the two owners had ever been anywhere near baking ingredients in their lives, as they were both covered in flour, sugar and red frosting.
Merlin, the man with all the decorating talent stood with one hand on his hips and a tube of red frosting in the other. "This is why we made that pact years ago, when we first started, Arthur."
"I can’t help it," Arthur said. "Here I was innocently making up the scones for tomorrow and there you were doing the decorations with your tongue in the corner of your mouth and I couldn’t help it."
"At least no one else is around this late at night," Merlin sighed. He looked around at the wreckage and at the tray of half-ruined dragon cookies. "And we still have some of the cookies for tomorrow. Wouldn’t do to be out of our signature piece so early in the day."
"Will you stop worrying? Gwaine’s getting pretty good at the decorating, and we still have a few dozen more that he can work on in the morning. Besides, Elyan and Lance are on shift as well."
"I can’t help it, Arthur. I’ve seen friends lose their business for less."
"I think you’re exaggerating. In fact, I know you are. So rescue the ones you’re ok with, and help me clean up the rest of this mess so that we can go upstairs to our lovely and clean flat and I can finish with you without making a mess of our bakery."
Merlin smiled and wiped flour off his cheek, though he thought better of it a second later as he only managed to replace the flour with red frosting. Arthur wiped it off for him, swiping his thumb across Merlin’s lips as he did so. "Alright, Your Highness. Let’s go home."
Merlin, Modern AU || Merlin/Arthur || PG-13
And we've come full circle to fluffl
The Kilgarrah bakery was known for the designs of the pastries it churned out as much as for the outstanding flavors they managed to produce.
At the moment, though, anyone looking into the kitchen would not be able to tell that the two owners had ever been anywhere near baking ingredients in their lives, as they were both covered in flour, sugar and red frosting.
Merlin, the man with all the decorating talent stood with one hand on his hips and a tube of red frosting in the other. "This is why we made that pact years ago, when we first started, Arthur."
"I can’t help it," Arthur said. "Here I was innocently making up the scones for tomorrow and there you were doing the decorations with your tongue in the corner of your mouth and I couldn’t help it."
"At least no one else is around this late at night," Merlin sighed. He looked around at the wreckage and at the tray of half-ruined dragon cookies. "And we still have some of the cookies for tomorrow. Wouldn’t do to be out of our signature piece so early in the day."
"Will you stop worrying? Gwaine’s getting pretty good at the decorating, and we still have a few dozen more that he can work on in the morning. Besides, Elyan and Lance are on shift as well."
"I can’t help it, Arthur. I’ve seen friends lose their business for less."
"I think you’re exaggerating. In fact, I know you are. So rescue the ones you’re ok with, and help me clean up the rest of this mess so that we can go upstairs to our lovely and clean flat and I can finish with you without making a mess of our bakery."
Merlin smiled and wiped flour off his cheek, though he thought better of it a second later as he only managed to replace the flour with red frosting. Arthur wiped it off for him, swiping his thumb across Merlin’s lips as he did so. "Alright, Your Highness. Let’s go home."
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(and yes, I know I'm woefully behind in my bakeryAU fill. I will write more soon)
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(I just couldn't pass up the idea of the boys running a bakery that is known for decorating everything with dragons.)
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There are dragons *everywhere*
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