Making Other Plans - 1/? (Merlin | Arthur)
Title: Making Other Plans, PART 1
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU
Challenge/Summary: This month's JMDC prompt hang/hold on.
A/N: Unbetaed.
Arthur slammed the door of his flat behind him, heading straight into the kitchen. By the time he was on his sofa in the living room, he was half-dressed with a huge vodka drink in his hand. He'd not gone to the shop for a while and supplies were running low. All he had was some vodka left over from Morgana’s birthday party last week, and for now, that'd have to do.
He had yet again, another fight with his father. It was, obviously, about what he expected of Arthur and what Arthur was willing to give into.
When his father had been accepting of Arthur's coming out, Arthur had been excited. He'd thought, finally, Uther Pendragon had a heart, and he was willing to show it.
Boy, was Arthur wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Uther only manipulated the situation and started to show off Arthur to all his business partners with gay sons, or nephews, or whatever. If he couldn't get Arthur to marry a rich heiress, Uther would find the closest thing.
Arthur felt like a prostitute. Or worse. Okay, probably not worse because Arthur wasn't an asshole and he wasn't someone who thought low of sex-workers, but he felt like he was being whored out. He felt like he had little to no control over his own life and what was he supposed to do?
*
"Hang on…" Gwaine said into the phone when Arthur explained it all to his best friend.
He'd been drunk and answered when Gwaine had called.
"It's just a date, Arthur. I mean, don't get me wrong…" Gwaine said when Arthur groaned at Gwaine's words, "I don't like your Dad. In fact, I don't think I know a Dad I like less… but… it's one date… You could always go out with the bloke for a drink then turn him down."
Arthur groaned again.
"No, you don't get it, Gwaine…"
"I'm sure I don't because you're pissed and I'm sober but…let me come over. What do you say?"
"Fine," Arthur growled. "It won't make it any better."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/601897.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU
Challenge/Summary: This month's JMDC prompt hang/hold on.
A/N: Unbetaed.
Arthur slammed the door of his flat behind him, heading straight into the kitchen. By the time he was on his sofa in the living room, he was half-dressed with a huge vodka drink in his hand. He'd not gone to the shop for a while and supplies were running low. All he had was some vodka left over from Morgana’s birthday party last week, and for now, that'd have to do.
He had yet again, another fight with his father. It was, obviously, about what he expected of Arthur and what Arthur was willing to give into.
When his father had been accepting of Arthur's coming out, Arthur had been excited. He'd thought, finally, Uther Pendragon had a heart, and he was willing to show it.
Boy, was Arthur wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Uther only manipulated the situation and started to show off Arthur to all his business partners with gay sons, or nephews, or whatever. If he couldn't get Arthur to marry a rich heiress, Uther would find the closest thing.
Arthur felt like a prostitute. Or worse. Okay, probably not worse because Arthur wasn't an asshole and he wasn't someone who thought low of sex-workers, but he felt like he was being whored out. He felt like he had little to no control over his own life and what was he supposed to do?
*
"Hang on…" Gwaine said into the phone when Arthur explained it all to his best friend.
He'd been drunk and answered when Gwaine had called.
"It's just a date, Arthur. I mean, don't get me wrong…" Gwaine said when Arthur groaned at Gwaine's words, "I don't like your Dad. In fact, I don't think I know a Dad I like less… but… it's one date… You could always go out with the bloke for a drink then turn him down."
Arthur groaned again.
"No, you don't get it, Gwaine…"
"I'm sure I don't because you're pissed and I'm sober but…let me come over. What do you say?"
"Fine," Arthur growled. "It won't make it any better."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/601897.html. Thanks for reading