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'And you really thought that protesting at something I was there to celebrate was the best way of running into me?' Merlin says, from beside him on the crate, the anger in his voice replaced by something Arthur can't quite put his finger on.
'Yes?' says Arthur, spreading his hands helplessly. It sounds ridiculous now. It would be ridiculous had it happened anywhere but in his strange, restrictive world ( ... )
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The term passes quickly, and before long everyone is talking about Christmas. This year, Uther hands over the planning for the village New Year's party to Arthur. Apparently the village council have agreed, but he has his doubts about that.
'Make sure it's an affair with traditional family values; it reflects on us,' he growls at Arthur. He doesn't wait for an answer, hopping into his car to visit more potential sponsors for a new project he's barely talked about.
Arthur's not expecting much interest, but he asks around after church anyway to see if anyone wants to help him organise things. It's not exactly the highlight of anyone's social calendar, but for years, he's seen the way Uther's pushed the villagers around, so he doesn't see the harm in trying to come up with something that at least a few of them want.
Surprisingly, a lot of his friends do want to get involved. Unfortunately, Morgana is one of them, but between Gwaine and his tendency to mouth off over the slightest thing, and Elena's propensity for going off at a ( ... )
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Three weeks into the Spring term, Morgana is bedridden with a punishing dose of the 'flu. Theoretically, Arthur could have saved a molecule or two of compassion for her, but when he sees Merlin, all he's bothered about it breaking the good news.
'You've still got your classes,' says Merlin. 'If you want to stand on your own two feet after you graduate, you can't afford to fall behind. You shouldn't miss them.'
Fuck that, Arthur thinks, but they end up coming to a sort of compromise where Merlin doesn't drop too many of his shifts, and Arthur doesn't miss too many of his classes ( ... )
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Warning for violence (and probable ignorance of police procedures).
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A couple of weeks later, Arthur and Morgana Central London after their classes are finished for the day. Uther's having one of his sponsor events at one of the big hotels; it's high profile, apparently, and he wants some family there.
They leave the campus bickering because Arthur insists that it'll take longer to get there on the tube than on foot. After a mile or so, they take a wrong turn into an alleyway, and just as they're about to turn back, they catch sight of a scuffle at the end and hear a man cry out in pain.
'Come on Arthur,' Morgana says, pulling at his shoulder, 'don't mind about him, we'll be late ( ... )
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I love the little retreat he and Merlin have had. I wasn't sure if they were even able to be sexually active in their Wednesday park days, and loved the way Merlin and Arthur were so gentle and casual in their intimacy during their time in Merlin's flat. That was lovingly and gently handled, and was so very tender. They've grown up a lot, I think. Arthur is closer to being ready to be his own man.
Please know, author, that our hearts are deeply invested in this amazing story.
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Usually I am not a fan of modern era Arthur/Merlin fic, but this was recommended to me by a friend and it is so totally heartbreaking and beautifully written.
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'He may look a bit the worse for wear,' says the policewoman, 'but I can assure you if it were not for his actions then the victim of the attack would be in a far more serious condition. He acted very bravely today; you should be proud of him, sir.'
A raised eyebrow from Uther is enough to demonstrate that she has overstepped the mark and, cowed, the officer lowers her eyes and waits with the others, for him to respond.
'So,' Uther says, resting a hand on Arthur's shoulder, 'finally taking on some social responsibility, son? I suppose that is something we could celebrate. It might even make the papers,' he muses thoughtfully.
'Oh, I should think so,' Morgana smirks.
Uther looks past Morgana to the officer, who nods. 'Almost definitely. Your son managed to head off a particularly brutal homophobic attack today,' she says.
'A what?' Uther says, going completely still.
Fuck, Arthur thinks, as the man's odd reaction when he returned his wallet to him - I don't think that was what they were after - starts to make a little more ( ... )
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