FIC: For Worse or For Better, Chapter 2
Title: For Worse or For Better, Chapter 2
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,952 this chapter; 20,636 total (GAH)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for reel_merlin Take 2 prompt: The Proposal. Huge thanks to krazykipper for the britpicking, and as always to marzilla for the beta, and for somehow always convincing me that I want to write, even when I swear that I'm quitting. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Notes Part 2: I don't really know anything about how all this immigration stuff works, so it may or may not be exactly right- I just followed the movie. And also, for the sake of storytelling, we're just going to pretend that same sex marriage is legal and enforceable in the US, 'kay? =)
Disclaimer: Merlin and The Proposal are properties of BBC/Shine and Touchstone Pictures respectively. Sadly, I'm making no money off this.
“All right,” Merlin said, flipping through the booklet of questions they’d received from Nimueh. “We have four days to learn all this about one another.”
Eyeing the thickness of the booklet, Arthur said, “She’s going to ask all that?”
“Possibly,” Merlin said, frowning as he read through the questions. “Sad thing is, I already know all of this about you.” He smiled, tossing the book onto Arthur’s lap. “Looks like you’ve got the most work to do.”
Arthur scanned a few of the pages. The range of information the questions covered was mind-boggling. “You know all this about me,” he said, disbelievingly.
“Mmhmm.”
“What’s my favourite colour?” Arthur asked, reading off the paper.
“Red.”
“Where did I go to school?”
“You went to private school as a child, and then to Eton and Oxford,” Merlin recited without thinking. Of course he’d know all that rubbish, he’d written Arthur’s bio for CHP’s website.
“My favourite movie?”
“You don’t watch movies because sitting idle for two hours is highly inefficient and a complete waste of-“ Merlin had to stop, laughingly shielding himself when Arthur smacked him in the face with the booklet.
“Idiot,” Arthur said, turning back to the questions. “Ah, nervous habits. Answer that, I dare you.”
“That’s easy.”
“Impossible,” Arthur said, victorious. He didn’t have any nervous habits.
“You bite your nails.”
“I most certainly do not.”
Merlin sighed, grabbing Arthur’s hand and lifting it up, displaying the stubby evidence for all to see. Merlin’s hand was warm curled around his, and Arthur blinked at it for a moment before sliding it out of his grasp.
“You know,” he said, “I’m wondering if I should start worrying about how you know all this about me. You’re like a stalker.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “You’re the one that calls me every two minutes when I’m out of your sight, remember?”
“You’ll be rid of me soon enough,” Arthur said. “With your new promotion and all.” He was still a little bitter about the whole thing.
Merlin blinked. “You’re right,” he said, sounding slightly awed, as though he’d never thought of it. As though that wasn’t one of the main reasons he’d sought the promotion.
He felt his stomach drop, and told himself it was because they’d started their descent into Juneau.
+++
It took another short (and bumpy) plane ride plus a boat ride to reach the house where Merlin’s mother lived with his uncle. Merlin had booked them into the one hotel in Ealdor, but Hunith had cancelled the reservation, claiming that she simply couldn’t allow family to stay at a hotel.
She was a warm woman, if a bit standoffish toward Arthur. He wasn’t surprised-he couldn't imagine Merlin had told her anything nice about him. He’d hung back awkwardly during their reunion, not wanting to intrude on her obvious delight at seeing her son. It’d been the same with Merlin’s uncle Gaius. He’d heartily greeted his nephew and then extended his hand to Arthur, giving him an once-over that made Arthur decide that Gaius wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off. Ever.
They wouldn't be telling him about the sham wedding, then.
Now Arthur stood in the foyer, looking around. The house was, to put it plainly, fucking beautiful. And it was big, bigger even than the summer home his father--no, Arthur--owned in Kent, which had always seemed so huge to him. The outside was ordinary enough, with a porch that wrapped around the entire house. But the inside was warm and inviting, the walls panelled with dark wood, the furniture of a high quality but worn. It was all very homey.
He was surprised, frankly, looking over at Merlin when he stopped next to him. His assistant didn’t strike him as someone who came from money.
“You didn’t tell me you were rich.”
“I’m not,” Merlin said. “My family is.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, stepping to the side to avoid a group of screaming children as they ran by.
“I’m sorry about all this,” Merlin said, indicating all the people milling about. “I didn’t know she’d invite the whole town to welcome me home.”
“She’s happy to see you,” Arthur said plainly. It wasn’t ideal, but he wasn’t eager to be stuck alone with Merlin’s family either. “I guess we’ll have to wait to tell them.”
“Yeah, about that--I should probably tell my mother on my own, first. It’s going to come as a bit of a shock.”
“But-“
“I might have to do some damage control, and believe me; I’d rather do it alone.”
“Fine,” Arthur said with a sigh, already bored with the conversation. “Anything else?”
“Yes. We're supposed to be in love, remember? We have to act as though we at least like each other.”
“Should be difficult for you,” Arthur said. Merlin’s words from before the interview yesterday still rankled.
“I told you I didn’t mean that.”
Actually, what he’d said was that it’d been a horrible thing to say, which was not at all the same thing as denying it. “Whatever, it’s fine. I can play the doting boyfriend for a few days and then everything can go back to normal.”
“Is that what you want?” Merlin asked quietly. Arthur looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking-“
“Merlin!!”
They both turned to see a short, plump woman coming toward them, dragging a man about Merlin’s age behind her. Arthur felt Merlin tense beside him.
“Mrs. Simmons,” he said warmly to the woman, and then a slightly terser, “Will. So good to see you.”
“And you too, dear,” Mrs. Simmons said, giving Merlin a hug. She turned to him. “And you must be…Arthur, is it?” she asked, extending her hand. Arthur took it.
“That’s right, pleased to meet you.”
“This is my son, Will.”
Arthur shook his hand as well. “Pleasure,” Will said, eyeing Arthur speculatively. He withdrew, turning toward Will’s mother as she started speaking.
“How are you enjoying New York, Merlin?”
“It’s wonderful, thanks.” Merlin smiled, but it went nowhere near his eyes.
“So,” she continued, “tell me-I’ve always been curious, what exactly does a book editor do?”
Merlin hesitated a moment. “Well-“
“Actually, mother,” Will said, “I believe that Arthur here is the editor. Merlin’s just his assistant. Isn’t that right?” he asked, smiling smugly at Merlin. Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur saw Merlin’s ears pink.
“Oh my,” she said, eyes widening as she looked at Arthur, “so you’re--“
“Merlin’s boss,” Will finished triumphantly. Next to him, Merlin was practically radiating embarrassment. Arthur turned a charming smile on Will’s mother.
“Not for much longer, I’m afraid,” Arthur said, closing a hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “He’s just been promoted to editor himself.” He was pleased to see Will deflate a bit.
“That’s wonderful, dear,” she said to Merlin. “Congratulations. And welcome home.”
“Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. Arthur watched them leave, Merlin and Will exchanging one more hateful look.
“Charming,” Arthur said, his hand slipping from Merlin’s shoulder.
“We’ve never got on,” Merlin said, “not since the day we met. Thanks, by the way,” he added.
“No worries.”
“There you two are,” came Hunith’s voice from behind them. She looked down at Arthur’s hands. “You’re not drinking anything. Why aren’t you drinking anything?” she asked, looking accusingly at her son.
“I’ll get you something,” Merlin said quickly, leading his mother away. “Be right back,” he said, rolling his eyes behind her turned back. Arthur let out a small chuckle, turning toward the hall, where he was immediately confronted by a petite girl with dark blonde hair. She stuck a tray under his nose.
“Crab cake?” she asked brightly, her eyes sparkling. She was quite pretty, he noticed absently, if a little young looking.
“Um, no thank you.” He started to step around her, but she quickly moved to block his path.
“Are you sure? You should really give them a try. I made them myself!”
“And I’m sure they’re wonderful…Sophia,” he said, reading off her nametag. “But I don’t eat shellfish.”
“Just one bite,” she persisted, lifting one of the cakes off the tray.
“Really, I don’t-“
She stuffed the cake into his mouth, cutting off his protest. Shocked at her gall, he started to splutter, which drew a few odd looks in his direction. Not wanted to make a scene, he chewed slowly, trying not to gag. He would not embarrass himself, no matter how vile it was.
Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air.
“YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?”
Arthur promptly spit the crab cake all over the front of Sophia’s shirt.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he said, horrified. He grabbed a napkin off her tray and wiped his mouth, reaching for another to help clean her off. She waved him away.
“It’s fine, really,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Arthur wanted to protest, but Merlin appeared next to him suddenly. He looked a bit wild-his face was flushed, his eyes wide. Arthur forgot all about Sophia and her crab cakes.
“What the bloody hell-“ he started, but stopped when Hunith appeared in the doorway, her eyes sparkling.
“Oh, there you are,” she said, rushing over and throwing her arms around Arthur, her earlier reserve forgotten. He patted her back awkwardly, looking at Merlin for help. All he offered was a shrug. Hunith pulled away and smiled up at him.
“Come,” she said, grabbing both their hands, “this calls for some champagne.”
Arthur leaned close as they were dragged to the middle of the large den. “So much for needing damage control.”
“Shut up.”
Champagne flutes were shoved into their hands and everyone toasted them. “I thought you were going to wait,” Arthur said when the tide of well-wishers receded a bit. “What did you do, just blurt it out?”
Merlin shifted uncomfortably, suggesting that yes, indeed, he probably had just blurted it out. Arthur was about to mock him for his lack of finesse when there was yet another voice behind them.
“Merlin?”
Merlin spun around, his face going slack with shock. “Lancelot?”
He flung himself at the-admittedly handsome--intruder with appalling eagerness, grabbing him up in a bone-crushing hug. Lancelot laughed and returned the hug, his arms fitting immediately around Merlin in a way that suggested this was far from the first time they'd embraced. Arthur looked down at his glass, watching a bubble rise slowly from the bottom, bursting open when it hit the surface. It was quite fascinating, really.
“What are you doing here?” Merlin asked after he’d managed to detach himself. “I thought you left.”
“I did for a while, but I’m back,” Lancelot said. “Your mother probably wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Wow, yeah,” came the reply. Apparently Merlin was so stunned he’d forgotten how to put a sentence together. He’d certainly forgotten that Arthur was even there.
“I’m sorry, we’re being rude,” Lancelot turned toward Arthur.
“Right,” Merlin said, flustered. “This is Arthur. And this is Lancelot, my ex-um…”
Merlin’s brain apparently caught up with the awkwardness of the situation, because he blushed bright red and returned to Arthur’s side. Lancelot smiled, revealing a mouth full of ridiculously perfect teeth. He shook Arthur’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Arthur said politely. They stood there for a moment looking at each other, and then Lancelot rubbed his hands together.
“So, what’s this I hear?” he asked, turning a mischievous smile on Merlin. “You’re getting married?”
“Yeah. Yes,” Merlin said. “We are.”
“Well, congratulations, both of you.” He sounded sincere enough, Arthur supposed. “I hope I haven’t missed the story.”
“Story?” they asked simultaneously.
“Of how you got engaged.”
“Oh, I would love to hear the story,” Hunith cut in, guiding them toward the centre of the room again.
“The way a man proposes says a lot about his character,” Gaius said sagely, sitting down next to his sister. “Do tell us.”
A hush fell around the room. Arthur looked around and realized that they were suddenly the centre of attention. He looked at Merlin, who looked as panicked as Arthur felt. They’d come up with a story for their “relationship,” but neither of them had thought about the actual proposal.
“Um, well,” Merlin said, running a hand through his hair, “we- uh-.” His face suddenly melted into a sweet smile. “You know,” he continued, making Arthur immediately wary, “Arthur just loves to tell the story, so I think I’ll let him tell you.”
Everyone turned expectantly to him. “Wow,” he said, looking around at all the faces, “uh- wow...where to start?” He stalled, thinking frantically, trying to come up with something on the spot. Merlin sat on the arm of the sofa next to his mother, hand covering his mouth to hide his smile. Little prick. Once this was all over, he was inviting Will to New York for an extended stay.
Maybe he’d even give him Merlin’s old job just to piss him off.
Well, no reason he couldn't have a bit of fun as well. "Well," he started, rubbing his hands together, "we'd been seeing each other for a while, but we never spoke about anything more serious. Then a few months ago, I noticed that Merlin was getting a bit..." Arthur paused, looking for the right word. "...restless."
"He started dropping hints here and there--some subtle, some not so much. I mean really," he said to Merlin, who was no longer smiling, "stuffing that brochure about the perfect honeymoon destination into my bag?"
That got a chuckle out of everyone but Merlin, who said, "You neglected to mention that such things were necessary on my part because you're too thick-headed to make decisions like that on your own."
"I'm telling a story here, do you mind?" Arthur asked sweetly.
"Yeah, Merlin, let the man tell his story," Lancelot said, grinning.
"Traitor," Merlin hissed. Lancelot ignored him, indicating that Arthur should continue.
"Thank you." Arthur felt much more warmly toward the man. "Anyway, I set about planning the perfect evening--a romantic dinner, a nice hotel, perhaps a carriage ride in the park."
Merlin rolled his eyes at the wistful sighs from all the women in the room. Even Hunith looked a little glassy-eyed.
"I booked the hotel, made the reservations--had the entire evening set. We went to Merlin's favourite restaurant, sat at a nice, romantic table in the back." Arthur stopped, thinking for a moment. "I'd originally planned to wait until after dinner, but I was just too excited," he said, ignoring the gagging sound that came vaguely from Merlin's direction. "So about ten minutes after we sat down, I told him that I had something very important to ask."
Everyone other than Merlin leaned forward, waiting for the big moment.
"Before I could even get the question out, I noticed that Merlin was sniffling. I looked closer, and what did I see? Tears in his eyes," Arthur said, making a fond face at Merlin, who made a rude--but hidden--gesture with his fingers.
"Tears of joy?" Sophia asked dreamily.
"That's what I thought at first," Arthur said. "That he'd figured out what I was going to ask and couldn't contain his euphoria. But no, no--that wasn't it."
"Well, what was it?"
"Walnut," Arthur said sadly, looking sympathetically at Merlin, who was turning an attractive shade of purple. Good. "Turns out they were in the dinner rolls. You know how he is, allergic to everything."
Everyone murmured their agreement. "Only you could ruin a marriage proposal with an allergy attack, Merlin," someone said, much to Arthur's delight.
"Come now," Hunith said, laughing as she patted her son on the back. "He can't help it; he's always been that way."
"Do you remember that huge party we had for his 21st birthday?" Gaius asked. He looked at Arthur. "Rented out the big hall in town, had food catered in--everything. We had to cancel all of it at the last minute because Merlin couldn't wait and snuck some of the pastries. Got a wayward hazelnut. Or was it an almond?" he asked, frowning.
"I think it was a cashew, actually," Lancelot offered helpfully. Arthur laughed along with everyone, genuinely amused. "So what happened then?"
"Well, I had to get him to the hospital, so dinner and the carriage ride were out. We were at the hospital with him pumped full of medication before he finally remembered and asked about it. I told him it wasn't important, that we'd talk about it when he felt better, but he insisted."
"So," Arthur said with a sigh, "I wound up proposing right there on the hospital bed, over his tray of jello."
There was a chorus of "awwwws" and some applause before someone called out laughingly, "Did he cry for real then?"
"Well," Merlin said loudly before everyone started in on him again, "I think that's enough, then." He got up and walked over to Arthur, glaring the entire way. That'd teach him to put Arthur on the spot.
"That was a wonderful story," Hunith said. "Another toast for the happy couple?" she asked the room.
"You're a complete prat and I hate you," Merlin said to him as they waited for all the glasses to be refilled.
"You deserved it."
Merlin made a non-committal noise. "I can't believe you remembered I was allergic to nuts."
Arthur shrugged. Despite what Merlin thought, he did listen to him occasionally. They all raised their glasses for the toast, and with the attention finally off him, Arthur relaxed.
"How about a kiss for luck?" someone called out.
Arthur froze. There were shouts of agreement around the room, along with the sound of forks and spoons clinking against the glassware. Next to him, Merlin was looking a bit gray. "No, really--" he started, but was cut off by his own mother.
"Go on then," she said merrily. "Get in some practice for the wedding."
"And the wedding night!" someone shouted. Arthur blushed at the thought of it. Of course none of them knew it was a sham--that there'd be no real kisses, or any shagging on their wedding night. Looking around the room at all the cheerful faces, especially Hunith's and Gaius's, Arthur was struck for the first time by how many people they were lying to.
Merlin grabbed his arm, distracting him. Looking almost apologetic, he gave Arthur a quick peck on the cheek; a pathetic attempt to appease the masses. Which of course, it didn't. A chorus of good-natured boos, which led to another peck, on the lips this time, so quick it barely registered.
"Merlin Emrys," Hunith said sternly, "you kiss him like you mean it. Don't be so shy."
That was the trouble. Merlin didn't mean it. Neither of them did. But no one could find that out.
Merlin turned to him again, hesitant. "It's fine," Arthur whispered, wrapping his hand around the back of Merlin's neck. He pulled him forward and pressed their lips firmly together.
Merlin made a surprised noise, putting a hand on Arthur's chest to steady himself. He relaxed after a moment, tilting his head to change the angle and better fit their mouths together, and Arthur reacted automatically.
He hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. It was...nice. More than nice. Merlin's lips were soft against his, giving. His hair felt silky where it brushed Arthur's fingertips on his neck. And this close, Arthur could smell him, a sweet, earthy smell that was familiar and comforting, yet he'd never realized until now that it was Merlin.
Arthur pulled away carefully, a bit reluctantly, at the sound of cat calls and more applause. Merlin took a moment longer to open his eyes, but when he finally did there was surprise in them, and a touch of confusion as he stared at Arthur. He couldn't do anything but stare back, his hand still on Merlin's neck.
For a split second he thought they might actually kiss again, and his heart started beating a bit faster, but then they were suddenly surrounded by revellers. The moment broken, Arthur released Merlin to his family and friends, letting them lead him away. He looked back over his shoulder at Arthur, his expression questioning. Arthur gave him a weak smile before heading off to find himself a nice, strong drink.
+++
Hours later, after everyone was gone, Hunith led them upstairs to a guest bedroom. It was nice, like the rest of the house, with a large, very comfortable looking bed.
"Here's your room," she said, turning to them. "I hope it's all right."
"It's wonderful, thank you," Arthur said, already thinking about how good it'd feel to slide between the cool sheets. He looked at Merlin. "You'll be staying in your old room, I take it?"
Merlin started to agree, but Hunith laughed. "Don't be silly. We're not under any illusions that you two don't share a bed. You'll stay in here together. Besides, we converted Merlin's room ages ago."
"Mum," Merlin complained, outraged.
"What? It's not as though you use it. You haven't been here in years." She walked over to Arthur, giving his arm a squeeze. "Thank you for bringing him home again."
Arthur nodded, ignoring the tightness in his chest. He did not feel guilty that, most likely, Merlin hadn't been back in a long time because of him, or that the only reason he was even here this weekend was because Arthur needed him to lie to his family and friends so he could stay in the country.
No, not guilty at all.
Hunith kissed Merlin goodnight and left the room. The silence that followed was awkward, so Arthur went into his bag and pulled out his sleep pants, ducking into the bathroom to prepare for bed.
When he was done, he found Merlin in bed already, flipping through that stupid DHS booklet again. He stopped short, hands on his hips.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading?"
"No, I mean--" Arthur gestured at the bed. "You can't sleep there."
Merlin set the booklet down slowly. "And where am I supposed to sleep?"
Arthur glanced at the floor, drawing a disbelieving sound out of Merlin. "Oh no. I am not sleeping on the floor in my own house. You feel free, though, if it makes you so uncomfortable."
"I am not sleeping on the floor."
"I guess we're sharing, then," he said, going back to the booklet. Arthur actually contemplated taking the floor, albeit briefly. He wasn't entirely comfortable sharing. It was so...intimate.
But another look at the large, inviting bed decided him. He pulled his shirt off, turning to chuck it onto his bag. He paused to look out the large window. Their room overlooked the water, and though it was late, near midnight, it was still light out. There was something almost magical about it. He turned back to the bed to find Merlin watching him.
"What?"
Merlin jumped, and then blushed. "Nothing."
Arthur pulled back the covers on his side of the bed. Unlike Merlin, he preferred to sleep shirtless, and he let out a groan of approval as the soft, cool sheets embraced him.
"This is bloody fantastic," he purred, stuffing a pillow under his head. Merlin huffed his agreement, tossing aside the booklet. He clicked a remote on his side of the bed, drawing shut the curtains, leaving them in the darkness.
It'd been a long day, and Arthur felt his eyelids start to droop. Before he could fall off into sleep, he said, "Your family is really nice."
A moment, and then, "Yeah, they are."
His voice was fond, mixed with a touch of regret.
Chapter 3
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,952 this chapter; 20,636 total (GAH)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for reel_merlin Take 2 prompt: The Proposal. Huge thanks to krazykipper for the britpicking, and as always to marzilla for the beta, and for somehow always convincing me that I want to write, even when I swear that I'm quitting. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Notes Part 2: I don't really know anything about how all this immigration stuff works, so it may or may not be exactly right- I just followed the movie. And also, for the sake of storytelling, we're just going to pretend that same sex marriage is legal and enforceable in the US, 'kay? =)
Disclaimer: Merlin and The Proposal are properties of BBC/Shine and Touchstone Pictures respectively. Sadly, I'm making no money off this.
“All right,” Merlin said, flipping through the booklet of questions they’d received from Nimueh. “We have four days to learn all this about one another.”
Eyeing the thickness of the booklet, Arthur said, “She’s going to ask all that?”
“Possibly,” Merlin said, frowning as he read through the questions. “Sad thing is, I already know all of this about you.” He smiled, tossing the book onto Arthur’s lap. “Looks like you’ve got the most work to do.”
Arthur scanned a few of the pages. The range of information the questions covered was mind-boggling. “You know all this about me,” he said, disbelievingly.
“Mmhmm.”
“What’s my favourite colour?” Arthur asked, reading off the paper.
“Red.”
“Where did I go to school?”
“You went to private school as a child, and then to Eton and Oxford,” Merlin recited without thinking. Of course he’d know all that rubbish, he’d written Arthur’s bio for CHP’s website.
“My favourite movie?”
“You don’t watch movies because sitting idle for two hours is highly inefficient and a complete waste of-“ Merlin had to stop, laughingly shielding himself when Arthur smacked him in the face with the booklet.
“Idiot,” Arthur said, turning back to the questions. “Ah, nervous habits. Answer that, I dare you.”
“That’s easy.”
“Impossible,” Arthur said, victorious. He didn’t have any nervous habits.
“You bite your nails.”
“I most certainly do not.”
Merlin sighed, grabbing Arthur’s hand and lifting it up, displaying the stubby evidence for all to see. Merlin’s hand was warm curled around his, and Arthur blinked at it for a moment before sliding it out of his grasp.
“You know,” he said, “I’m wondering if I should start worrying about how you know all this about me. You’re like a stalker.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “You’re the one that calls me every two minutes when I’m out of your sight, remember?”
“You’ll be rid of me soon enough,” Arthur said. “With your new promotion and all.” He was still a little bitter about the whole thing.
Merlin blinked. “You’re right,” he said, sounding slightly awed, as though he’d never thought of it. As though that wasn’t one of the main reasons he’d sought the promotion.
He felt his stomach drop, and told himself it was because they’d started their descent into Juneau.
+++
It took another short (and bumpy) plane ride plus a boat ride to reach the house where Merlin’s mother lived with his uncle. Merlin had booked them into the one hotel in Ealdor, but Hunith had cancelled the reservation, claiming that she simply couldn’t allow family to stay at a hotel.
She was a warm woman, if a bit standoffish toward Arthur. He wasn’t surprised-he couldn't imagine Merlin had told her anything nice about him. He’d hung back awkwardly during their reunion, not wanting to intrude on her obvious delight at seeing her son. It’d been the same with Merlin’s uncle Gaius. He’d heartily greeted his nephew and then extended his hand to Arthur, giving him an once-over that made Arthur decide that Gaius wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off. Ever.
They wouldn't be telling him about the sham wedding, then.
Now Arthur stood in the foyer, looking around. The house was, to put it plainly, fucking beautiful. And it was big, bigger even than the summer home his father--no, Arthur--owned in Kent, which had always seemed so huge to him. The outside was ordinary enough, with a porch that wrapped around the entire house. But the inside was warm and inviting, the walls panelled with dark wood, the furniture of a high quality but worn. It was all very homey.
He was surprised, frankly, looking over at Merlin when he stopped next to him. His assistant didn’t strike him as someone who came from money.
“You didn’t tell me you were rich.”
“I’m not,” Merlin said. “My family is.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, stepping to the side to avoid a group of screaming children as they ran by.
“I’m sorry about all this,” Merlin said, indicating all the people milling about. “I didn’t know she’d invite the whole town to welcome me home.”
“She’s happy to see you,” Arthur said plainly. It wasn’t ideal, but he wasn’t eager to be stuck alone with Merlin’s family either. “I guess we’ll have to wait to tell them.”
“Yeah, about that--I should probably tell my mother on my own, first. It’s going to come as a bit of a shock.”
“But-“
“I might have to do some damage control, and believe me; I’d rather do it alone.”
“Fine,” Arthur said with a sigh, already bored with the conversation. “Anything else?”
“Yes. We're supposed to be in love, remember? We have to act as though we at least like each other.”
“Should be difficult for you,” Arthur said. Merlin’s words from before the interview yesterday still rankled.
“I told you I didn’t mean that.”
Actually, what he’d said was that it’d been a horrible thing to say, which was not at all the same thing as denying it. “Whatever, it’s fine. I can play the doting boyfriend for a few days and then everything can go back to normal.”
“Is that what you want?” Merlin asked quietly. Arthur looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking-“
“Merlin!!”
They both turned to see a short, plump woman coming toward them, dragging a man about Merlin’s age behind her. Arthur felt Merlin tense beside him.
“Mrs. Simmons,” he said warmly to the woman, and then a slightly terser, “Will. So good to see you.”
“And you too, dear,” Mrs. Simmons said, giving Merlin a hug. She turned to him. “And you must be…Arthur, is it?” she asked, extending her hand. Arthur took it.
“That’s right, pleased to meet you.”
“This is my son, Will.”
Arthur shook his hand as well. “Pleasure,” Will said, eyeing Arthur speculatively. He withdrew, turning toward Will’s mother as she started speaking.
“How are you enjoying New York, Merlin?”
“It’s wonderful, thanks.” Merlin smiled, but it went nowhere near his eyes.
“So,” she continued, “tell me-I’ve always been curious, what exactly does a book editor do?”
Merlin hesitated a moment. “Well-“
“Actually, mother,” Will said, “I believe that Arthur here is the editor. Merlin’s just his assistant. Isn’t that right?” he asked, smiling smugly at Merlin. Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur saw Merlin’s ears pink.
“Oh my,” she said, eyes widening as she looked at Arthur, “so you’re--“
“Merlin’s boss,” Will finished triumphantly. Next to him, Merlin was practically radiating embarrassment. Arthur turned a charming smile on Will’s mother.
“Not for much longer, I’m afraid,” Arthur said, closing a hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “He’s just been promoted to editor himself.” He was pleased to see Will deflate a bit.
“That’s wonderful, dear,” she said to Merlin. “Congratulations. And welcome home.”
“Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. Arthur watched them leave, Merlin and Will exchanging one more hateful look.
“Charming,” Arthur said, his hand slipping from Merlin’s shoulder.
“We’ve never got on,” Merlin said, “not since the day we met. Thanks, by the way,” he added.
“No worries.”
“There you two are,” came Hunith’s voice from behind them. She looked down at Arthur’s hands. “You’re not drinking anything. Why aren’t you drinking anything?” she asked, looking accusingly at her son.
“I’ll get you something,” Merlin said quickly, leading his mother away. “Be right back,” he said, rolling his eyes behind her turned back. Arthur let out a small chuckle, turning toward the hall, where he was immediately confronted by a petite girl with dark blonde hair. She stuck a tray under his nose.
“Crab cake?” she asked brightly, her eyes sparkling. She was quite pretty, he noticed absently, if a little young looking.
“Um, no thank you.” He started to step around her, but she quickly moved to block his path.
“Are you sure? You should really give them a try. I made them myself!”
“And I’m sure they’re wonderful…Sophia,” he said, reading off her nametag. “But I don’t eat shellfish.”
“Just one bite,” she persisted, lifting one of the cakes off the tray.
“Really, I don’t-“
She stuffed the cake into his mouth, cutting off his protest. Shocked at her gall, he started to splutter, which drew a few odd looks in his direction. Not wanted to make a scene, he chewed slowly, trying not to gag. He would not embarrass himself, no matter how vile it was.
Suddenly, a shriek pierced the air.
“YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?”
Arthur promptly spit the crab cake all over the front of Sophia’s shirt.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he said, horrified. He grabbed a napkin off her tray and wiped his mouth, reaching for another to help clean her off. She waved him away.
“It’s fine, really,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Arthur wanted to protest, but Merlin appeared next to him suddenly. He looked a bit wild-his face was flushed, his eyes wide. Arthur forgot all about Sophia and her crab cakes.
“What the bloody hell-“ he started, but stopped when Hunith appeared in the doorway, her eyes sparkling.
“Oh, there you are,” she said, rushing over and throwing her arms around Arthur, her earlier reserve forgotten. He patted her back awkwardly, looking at Merlin for help. All he offered was a shrug. Hunith pulled away and smiled up at him.
“Come,” she said, grabbing both their hands, “this calls for some champagne.”
Arthur leaned close as they were dragged to the middle of the large den. “So much for needing damage control.”
“Shut up.”
Champagne flutes were shoved into their hands and everyone toasted them. “I thought you were going to wait,” Arthur said when the tide of well-wishers receded a bit. “What did you do, just blurt it out?”
Merlin shifted uncomfortably, suggesting that yes, indeed, he probably had just blurted it out. Arthur was about to mock him for his lack of finesse when there was yet another voice behind them.
“Merlin?”
Merlin spun around, his face going slack with shock. “Lancelot?”
He flung himself at the-admittedly handsome--intruder with appalling eagerness, grabbing him up in a bone-crushing hug. Lancelot laughed and returned the hug, his arms fitting immediately around Merlin in a way that suggested this was far from the first time they'd embraced. Arthur looked down at his glass, watching a bubble rise slowly from the bottom, bursting open when it hit the surface. It was quite fascinating, really.
“What are you doing here?” Merlin asked after he’d managed to detach himself. “I thought you left.”
“I did for a while, but I’m back,” Lancelot said. “Your mother probably wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Wow, yeah,” came the reply. Apparently Merlin was so stunned he’d forgotten how to put a sentence together. He’d certainly forgotten that Arthur was even there.
“I’m sorry, we’re being rude,” Lancelot turned toward Arthur.
“Right,” Merlin said, flustered. “This is Arthur. And this is Lancelot, my ex-um…”
Merlin’s brain apparently caught up with the awkwardness of the situation, because he blushed bright red and returned to Arthur’s side. Lancelot smiled, revealing a mouth full of ridiculously perfect teeth. He shook Arthur’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Arthur said politely. They stood there for a moment looking at each other, and then Lancelot rubbed his hands together.
“So, what’s this I hear?” he asked, turning a mischievous smile on Merlin. “You’re getting married?”
“Yeah. Yes,” Merlin said. “We are.”
“Well, congratulations, both of you.” He sounded sincere enough, Arthur supposed. “I hope I haven’t missed the story.”
“Story?” they asked simultaneously.
“Of how you got engaged.”
“Oh, I would love to hear the story,” Hunith cut in, guiding them toward the centre of the room again.
“The way a man proposes says a lot about his character,” Gaius said sagely, sitting down next to his sister. “Do tell us.”
A hush fell around the room. Arthur looked around and realized that they were suddenly the centre of attention. He looked at Merlin, who looked as panicked as Arthur felt. They’d come up with a story for their “relationship,” but neither of them had thought about the actual proposal.
“Um, well,” Merlin said, running a hand through his hair, “we- uh-.” His face suddenly melted into a sweet smile. “You know,” he continued, making Arthur immediately wary, “Arthur just loves to tell the story, so I think I’ll let him tell you.”
Everyone turned expectantly to him. “Wow,” he said, looking around at all the faces, “uh- wow...where to start?” He stalled, thinking frantically, trying to come up with something on the spot. Merlin sat on the arm of the sofa next to his mother, hand covering his mouth to hide his smile. Little prick. Once this was all over, he was inviting Will to New York for an extended stay.
Maybe he’d even give him Merlin’s old job just to piss him off.
Well, no reason he couldn't have a bit of fun as well. "Well," he started, rubbing his hands together, "we'd been seeing each other for a while, but we never spoke about anything more serious. Then a few months ago, I noticed that Merlin was getting a bit..." Arthur paused, looking for the right word. "...restless."
"He started dropping hints here and there--some subtle, some not so much. I mean really," he said to Merlin, who was no longer smiling, "stuffing that brochure about the perfect honeymoon destination into my bag?"
That got a chuckle out of everyone but Merlin, who said, "You neglected to mention that such things were necessary on my part because you're too thick-headed to make decisions like that on your own."
"I'm telling a story here, do you mind?" Arthur asked sweetly.
"Yeah, Merlin, let the man tell his story," Lancelot said, grinning.
"Traitor," Merlin hissed. Lancelot ignored him, indicating that Arthur should continue.
"Thank you." Arthur felt much more warmly toward the man. "Anyway, I set about planning the perfect evening--a romantic dinner, a nice hotel, perhaps a carriage ride in the park."
Merlin rolled his eyes at the wistful sighs from all the women in the room. Even Hunith looked a little glassy-eyed.
"I booked the hotel, made the reservations--had the entire evening set. We went to Merlin's favourite restaurant, sat at a nice, romantic table in the back." Arthur stopped, thinking for a moment. "I'd originally planned to wait until after dinner, but I was just too excited," he said, ignoring the gagging sound that came vaguely from Merlin's direction. "So about ten minutes after we sat down, I told him that I had something very important to ask."
Everyone other than Merlin leaned forward, waiting for the big moment.
"Before I could even get the question out, I noticed that Merlin was sniffling. I looked closer, and what did I see? Tears in his eyes," Arthur said, making a fond face at Merlin, who made a rude--but hidden--gesture with his fingers.
"Tears of joy?" Sophia asked dreamily.
"That's what I thought at first," Arthur said. "That he'd figured out what I was going to ask and couldn't contain his euphoria. But no, no--that wasn't it."
"Well, what was it?"
"Walnut," Arthur said sadly, looking sympathetically at Merlin, who was turning an attractive shade of purple. Good. "Turns out they were in the dinner rolls. You know how he is, allergic to everything."
Everyone murmured their agreement. "Only you could ruin a marriage proposal with an allergy attack, Merlin," someone said, much to Arthur's delight.
"Come now," Hunith said, laughing as she patted her son on the back. "He can't help it; he's always been that way."
"Do you remember that huge party we had for his 21st birthday?" Gaius asked. He looked at Arthur. "Rented out the big hall in town, had food catered in--everything. We had to cancel all of it at the last minute because Merlin couldn't wait and snuck some of the pastries. Got a wayward hazelnut. Or was it an almond?" he asked, frowning.
"I think it was a cashew, actually," Lancelot offered helpfully. Arthur laughed along with everyone, genuinely amused. "So what happened then?"
"Well, I had to get him to the hospital, so dinner and the carriage ride were out. We were at the hospital with him pumped full of medication before he finally remembered and asked about it. I told him it wasn't important, that we'd talk about it when he felt better, but he insisted."
"So," Arthur said with a sigh, "I wound up proposing right there on the hospital bed, over his tray of jello."
There was a chorus of "awwwws" and some applause before someone called out laughingly, "Did he cry for real then?"
"Well," Merlin said loudly before everyone started in on him again, "I think that's enough, then." He got up and walked over to Arthur, glaring the entire way. That'd teach him to put Arthur on the spot.
"That was a wonderful story," Hunith said. "Another toast for the happy couple?" she asked the room.
"You're a complete prat and I hate you," Merlin said to him as they waited for all the glasses to be refilled.
"You deserved it."
Merlin made a non-committal noise. "I can't believe you remembered I was allergic to nuts."
Arthur shrugged. Despite what Merlin thought, he did listen to him occasionally. They all raised their glasses for the toast, and with the attention finally off him, Arthur relaxed.
"How about a kiss for luck?" someone called out.
Arthur froze. There were shouts of agreement around the room, along with the sound of forks and spoons clinking against the glassware. Next to him, Merlin was looking a bit gray. "No, really--" he started, but was cut off by his own mother.
"Go on then," she said merrily. "Get in some practice for the wedding."
"And the wedding night!" someone shouted. Arthur blushed at the thought of it. Of course none of them knew it was a sham--that there'd be no real kisses, or any shagging on their wedding night. Looking around the room at all the cheerful faces, especially Hunith's and Gaius's, Arthur was struck for the first time by how many people they were lying to.
Merlin grabbed his arm, distracting him. Looking almost apologetic, he gave Arthur a quick peck on the cheek; a pathetic attempt to appease the masses. Which of course, it didn't. A chorus of good-natured boos, which led to another peck, on the lips this time, so quick it barely registered.
"Merlin Emrys," Hunith said sternly, "you kiss him like you mean it. Don't be so shy."
That was the trouble. Merlin didn't mean it. Neither of them did. But no one could find that out.
Merlin turned to him again, hesitant. "It's fine," Arthur whispered, wrapping his hand around the back of Merlin's neck. He pulled him forward and pressed their lips firmly together.
Merlin made a surprised noise, putting a hand on Arthur's chest to steady himself. He relaxed after a moment, tilting his head to change the angle and better fit their mouths together, and Arthur reacted automatically.
He hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. It was...nice. More than nice. Merlin's lips were soft against his, giving. His hair felt silky where it brushed Arthur's fingertips on his neck. And this close, Arthur could smell him, a sweet, earthy smell that was familiar and comforting, yet he'd never realized until now that it was Merlin.
Arthur pulled away carefully, a bit reluctantly, at the sound of cat calls and more applause. Merlin took a moment longer to open his eyes, but when he finally did there was surprise in them, and a touch of confusion as he stared at Arthur. He couldn't do anything but stare back, his hand still on Merlin's neck.
For a split second he thought they might actually kiss again, and his heart started beating a bit faster, but then they were suddenly surrounded by revellers. The moment broken, Arthur released Merlin to his family and friends, letting them lead him away. He looked back over his shoulder at Arthur, his expression questioning. Arthur gave him a weak smile before heading off to find himself a nice, strong drink.
+++
Hours later, after everyone was gone, Hunith led them upstairs to a guest bedroom. It was nice, like the rest of the house, with a large, very comfortable looking bed.
"Here's your room," she said, turning to them. "I hope it's all right."
"It's wonderful, thank you," Arthur said, already thinking about how good it'd feel to slide between the cool sheets. He looked at Merlin. "You'll be staying in your old room, I take it?"
Merlin started to agree, but Hunith laughed. "Don't be silly. We're not under any illusions that you two don't share a bed. You'll stay in here together. Besides, we converted Merlin's room ages ago."
"Mum," Merlin complained, outraged.
"What? It's not as though you use it. You haven't been here in years." She walked over to Arthur, giving his arm a squeeze. "Thank you for bringing him home again."
Arthur nodded, ignoring the tightness in his chest. He did not feel guilty that, most likely, Merlin hadn't been back in a long time because of him, or that the only reason he was even here this weekend was because Arthur needed him to lie to his family and friends so he could stay in the country.
No, not guilty at all.
Hunith kissed Merlin goodnight and left the room. The silence that followed was awkward, so Arthur went into his bag and pulled out his sleep pants, ducking into the bathroom to prepare for bed.
When he was done, he found Merlin in bed already, flipping through that stupid DHS booklet again. He stopped short, hands on his hips.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading?"
"No, I mean--" Arthur gestured at the bed. "You can't sleep there."
Merlin set the booklet down slowly. "And where am I supposed to sleep?"
Arthur glanced at the floor, drawing a disbelieving sound out of Merlin. "Oh no. I am not sleeping on the floor in my own house. You feel free, though, if it makes you so uncomfortable."
"I am not sleeping on the floor."
"I guess we're sharing, then," he said, going back to the booklet. Arthur actually contemplated taking the floor, albeit briefly. He wasn't entirely comfortable sharing. It was so...intimate.
But another look at the large, inviting bed decided him. He pulled his shirt off, turning to chuck it onto his bag. He paused to look out the large window. Their room overlooked the water, and though it was late, near midnight, it was still light out. There was something almost magical about it. He turned back to the bed to find Merlin watching him.
"What?"
Merlin jumped, and then blushed. "Nothing."
Arthur pulled back the covers on his side of the bed. Unlike Merlin, he preferred to sleep shirtless, and he let out a groan of approval as the soft, cool sheets embraced him.
"This is bloody fantastic," he purred, stuffing a pillow under his head. Merlin huffed his agreement, tossing aside the booklet. He clicked a remote on his side of the bed, drawing shut the curtains, leaving them in the darkness.
It'd been a long day, and Arthur felt his eyelids start to droop. Before he could fall off into sleep, he said, "Your family is really nice."
A moment, and then, "Yeah, they are."
His voice was fond, mixed with a touch of regret.
Chapter 3