Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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Merlin breaks up with Arthur. Cue Arthur going into super-sad mode. I'm talking sitting on the floor wearing clothes that Merlin left behind (even if they are a little small for him) while looking at old pictures of them together, listening to sad love songs, and eating ice cream. Preferably a happy ending.
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lol I'm going to hell. I hope somebody writes this!
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Pictures of You
i've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost believe that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures
are all i can feelThe photograph is faded and creased, dog-eared and battered and marred with fingerprints. There are small tears along the sides, and three of the four corners are gone completely. Tiny spiderweb cracks traverse the once-glossy finish, the colors a pale echo of their former brilliance ( ... )
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When Merlin sucked him all the way down, he fell back onto the mattress and hazily thought that this was the best birthday ever. Then Merlin stopped, leaving Arthur panting and wanting and still so hard, before crawling up the bed and fucking Arthur down into the mattress until he saw stars ( ... )
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“I love you too,” he breathed into Arthur's mouth.
Lovely and sad. More soon, pretty please?
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remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close
how i always held close
in your fear
The hotel's shower sprays him in a gentle stream, tendrils of water tracing paths down his skin until he's soaked and surrounded by steam. The heat of the bathroom, the feel of water on his body, the photograph swimming behind his eyelids when he presses his forehead to the cool tile-his body thrums with the sense-memory of warm, humid air in another city on another evening, almost ten years ago to the day.
The evening that had heralded the start of those few, precious years when he’d known what it meant to be truly, blissfully happy …
Before he’d lost the only thing that had ever mattered.
* * *
“Merlin ( ... )
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Merlin's mouth twisted, as though he could still hear the broken confession he'd thrown in Arthur's face before fleeing. The words rang in Arthur's ears as well, and he couldn't stop the reverberation, lost in the discord that echoed without resolution.
“Merlin-” he whispered over the cacophony, reaching for the words to make it all stop-
But the words died on his tongue.
They always did.
Merlin glared at him. “What?” he said, shrugging off silence, a new crash of sound over the echoes in Arthur's ears. “Come to rub it in? To laugh at the f-fucking pathetic fag, falling in l-love with his best friend ...” He broke off, voice shaking in a vibrato that tore into Arthur's chest.
The moment stretched on, endless silence that hammered in Arthur's ears. Merlin was gay. Merlin was in love with-with ( ... )
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Thanks anon.
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Can't wait for more.
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This is so beautiful and sad. Looking forward to your next update :)
(...even though I know it will break my heart for a while, at least.)
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I love the hint of backstory in Arthur flashing to the awful night earlier that year, when he’d first held Merlin in his arms. But Merlin wasn’t crying this time-Arthur’s shirt was wet with rain, not tears.
How did he get from never leaving Merlin to being alone ten years later? I'm looking forward to finding out.
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remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
and screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage
to let it all goHe knots his tie in a full Windsor, uses the diamond cufflinks that his father insisted he buy, and studies himself in the mirror like he would a stranger. The man before him is handsome, of course, but there's something … missing. He thinks it's in the eyes, but maybe it's in the mouth, or the set of the shoulders. Perhaps the man is wearing a costume, cheap and false and three sizes too big ( ... )
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