Swift
Title: Swift
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Deathfic! But in the crackiest way possible. Arthur/Merlin. Dangerously AU.
Summary: In fact, he was probably in love with Merlin. That kind of love where you don't care what any body else thinks, you just want to be with that person. Quite possibly until the two of you are old and grey and sitting on a porch fighting over who gets to use the dentures that night.
Disclaimer: BBC owns Merlin.
"Hello."
A smile that seemed to brighten Arthur's mood completely. "Oh. Hi. It's nice to meet you."
"Same to you." Arthur said hoping he looked as good as...as..."I'm Arthur, who are you?"
"Merlin."
"Well that's hilarious." he says with what he hopes sounds like a laugh.
Merlin seems to think about this for awhile. "Maybe."
Time passes quite slowly where ever they are, so most of the time is spent talking with each other. They sometimes get into fights, but those are resolved as quickly as they start. Arthur becomes quite fond of Merlin. In fact, he was probably in love with Merlin. That kind of love where you don't care what any body else thinks, you just want to be with that person. Quite possibly until the two of you are old and grey and sitting on a porch fighting over who gets to use the dentures that night.
Arthur just hopes that Merlin feels the same way.
He learns that Merlin most certainly does when he's nearly terminated, but Merlin some how manages to keep that from happening.
"I can't lose you." Merlin says sounding broken and sad. "I love you too much to lose you now."
They don't lose each other. For awhile at least.
But then they both feel terribly sick. Arthur feels like he's being ripped apart at the seams, and he suspects Merlin feels the same. He wishes he knew what was going on, but he feels to sick to even think. He does his best to stay close to Merlin, but every time he tries to get close he feels sick. And Merlin shakes and shudders like he's in pain.
The last thing they say to each other is "I love you."
And then
nothing.
"Hi!" Merlin says cheerfully.
The look he gets is somewhat disdain and some what disinterest. Not at all inviting, but it's not like he sees any one else around.
"Hello." he says in the voice that sounds far to full of himself.
"Itself." Merlin thinks correcting himself. "It might just have a deep voice."
"I'm a bit busy, so if you don't mind keeping it down..." the thing says interrupting
Merlin's thoughts.
"Of course I mind! There's absolutely nothing to do here, so I doubt you're actually doing anything!"
"I'm busy ignoring you. You're absolutely annoying and I was quite fine with neither of us talking."
"Fine prat."
"What did you just call me?" the thing, who's an utter ass is Merlin's opinion, asks sounding offended.
"I called you a prat. And I'll keep calling you that since you are oh so high and mighty that you can't tell me your name."
"It's Arthur." Arthur says. To Merlin though, Arthur is still prat.
"My name is Merlin."
"Fabulous." Arthur says sounding completely bored. "Merlin," Arthur says in the voice that gives Merlin chills, "would you stop being such a loud idiot and leave me alone?"
Merlin hates Arthur. With his entire being. He wants to throttle him and kick him and kill him and destroy him and hit him and all sorts of other terrible things. And then something tries to terminate Merlin, and Arthur protects him. And then Merlin doesn't know how he feels about Arthur.
He doesn't have much time to think about it because the two of them get very sick.
'I love you' is the last thing they say to each other, and Merlin wishes that they had said it earlier.
And then
nothing.
"So lets say I was an amoeba and I split apart and died-"
Miss Brooks interrupted James. "They don't die. You can't apply how amoeba's are to how humans are. The way they split is much different from the way humans die."
You think James is quite annoying. Especially since he still might have a crush on you. Nothing happened last year, and nothing is going to happen this year between the two of you. You're angry, because you would much rather be drawing Merlin and Arthur in your sketch book. And you'd much rather be learning something that wasn't Jesus-based. You're afraid you might be missing out on vital information going to a Christian school, but you're too afraid to go to your old one.
You're still annoyed that you can't draw Merlin and Arthur kissing in your notebook, because the Christians at this school still think homosexuality is a sin. You've already thought of five Arthur/Merlin stories that you know you're never going to finish writing. And know you're thinking of another one. About amoeba's. Having human deaths. And Merlin and Arthur being those amoeba's.
It's a crack fic that everyone will think is weird and will probably ignore. You still want to make more friends from the Merlin/Arthur community, but(much like school) you're too nervous to. You sigh and go back to taking notes. You are going to be having a test Monday. Might as well be some what ready for it.
"Hello."
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Deathfic! But in the crackiest way possible. Arthur/Merlin. Dangerously AU.
Summary: In fact, he was probably in love with Merlin. That kind of love where you don't care what any body else thinks, you just want to be with that person. Quite possibly until the two of you are old and grey and sitting on a porch fighting over who gets to use the dentures that night.
Disclaimer: BBC owns Merlin.
"Hello."
A smile that seemed to brighten Arthur's mood completely. "Oh. Hi. It's nice to meet you."
"Same to you." Arthur said hoping he looked as good as...as..."I'm Arthur, who are you?"
"Merlin."
"Well that's hilarious." he says with what he hopes sounds like a laugh.
Merlin seems to think about this for awhile. "Maybe."
Time passes quite slowly where ever they are, so most of the time is spent talking with each other. They sometimes get into fights, but those are resolved as quickly as they start. Arthur becomes quite fond of Merlin. In fact, he was probably in love with Merlin. That kind of love where you don't care what any body else thinks, you just want to be with that person. Quite possibly until the two of you are old and grey and sitting on a porch fighting over who gets to use the dentures that night.
Arthur just hopes that Merlin feels the same way.
He learns that Merlin most certainly does when he's nearly terminated, but Merlin some how manages to keep that from happening.
"I can't lose you." Merlin says sounding broken and sad. "I love you too much to lose you now."
They don't lose each other. For awhile at least.
But then they both feel terribly sick. Arthur feels like he's being ripped apart at the seams, and he suspects Merlin feels the same. He wishes he knew what was going on, but he feels to sick to even think. He does his best to stay close to Merlin, but every time he tries to get close he feels sick. And Merlin shakes and shudders like he's in pain.
The last thing they say to each other is "I love you."
And then
nothing.
"Hi!" Merlin says cheerfully.
The look he gets is somewhat disdain and some what disinterest. Not at all inviting, but it's not like he sees any one else around.
"Hello." he says in the voice that sounds far to full of himself.
"Itself." Merlin thinks correcting himself. "It might just have a deep voice."
"I'm a bit busy, so if you don't mind keeping it down..." the thing says interrupting
Merlin's thoughts.
"Of course I mind! There's absolutely nothing to do here, so I doubt you're actually doing anything!"
"I'm busy ignoring you. You're absolutely annoying and I was quite fine with neither of us talking."
"Fine prat."
"What did you just call me?" the thing, who's an utter ass is Merlin's opinion, asks sounding offended.
"I called you a prat. And I'll keep calling you that since you are oh so high and mighty that you can't tell me your name."
"It's Arthur." Arthur says. To Merlin though, Arthur is still prat.
"My name is Merlin."
"Fabulous." Arthur says sounding completely bored. "Merlin," Arthur says in the voice that gives Merlin chills, "would you stop being such a loud idiot and leave me alone?"
Merlin hates Arthur. With his entire being. He wants to throttle him and kick him and kill him and destroy him and hit him and all sorts of other terrible things. And then something tries to terminate Merlin, and Arthur protects him. And then Merlin doesn't know how he feels about Arthur.
He doesn't have much time to think about it because the two of them get very sick.
'I love you' is the last thing they say to each other, and Merlin wishes that they had said it earlier.
And then
nothing.
"So lets say I was an amoeba and I split apart and died-"
Miss Brooks interrupted James. "They don't die. You can't apply how amoeba's are to how humans are. The way they split is much different from the way humans die."
You think James is quite annoying. Especially since he still might have a crush on you. Nothing happened last year, and nothing is going to happen this year between the two of you. You're angry, because you would much rather be drawing Merlin and Arthur in your sketch book. And you'd much rather be learning something that wasn't Jesus-based. You're afraid you might be missing out on vital information going to a Christian school, but you're too afraid to go to your old one.
You're still annoyed that you can't draw Merlin and Arthur kissing in your notebook, because the Christians at this school still think homosexuality is a sin. You've already thought of five Arthur/Merlin stories that you know you're never going to finish writing. And know you're thinking of another one. About amoeba's. Having human deaths. And Merlin and Arthur being those amoeba's.
It's a crack fic that everyone will think is weird and will probably ignore. You still want to make more friends from the Merlin/Arthur community, but(much like school) you're too nervous to. You sigh and go back to taking notes. You are going to be having a test Monday. Might as well be some what ready for it.
"Hello."