Prompt #29, "Just Like Her", Arthur/Uther, PG-13, [consensual incest, possible underage depending on
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Uther, just like her
319 words.
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It's wrong, and they both know it.
At the same time, what they have is sort of beautiful.
Arthur longs to know of his mother, longs for everything he can have of her. Uther longs to see her again.
The first time Arthur wears one of his mothers - heavily altered, of course - dresses, Uther takes him hard and fast, nothing like their previous times together. It's like that for a while, with Uther desperate to touch every inch of him, to revel in the memories of a wife lost.
It doesn't stay like that forever. Gradually, they start to make love again, and Uther tells Arthur stories of his mother.
"You're just like her, you know, just as headstrong, just as beautiful."
Sometimes, Arthur doesn't want it to be about her.
"I'm Arthur, father. Make love to me, not my mother. Please. Let me feel your love for me, as it used to be. I'm just like her, but I'm just... I'm just me, too, father."
Those are the times it's the slowest, when Uther looks down at his son and sees only his beauty, feels pride for the man his son is becoming, the king he will one day be.
"Arthur... you're so beautiful. If you're mother could see you, she'd be so proud."
Together, they hide away from the wrongness that is their relationship. No one would understand it, but no one needs to. They are the only two who know, and whether Arthur is dressed as himself or his mother makes no difference.
They love each of, end of story.
And really, Arthur is just like his mother. He loves Uther in the same way, looks like her, and sometimes - in his father's arms - he speaks as though he were the Queen, offering his father gentle advice.
In the end, isn't all that truly matters the fact that they love each other?
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Uther, just like her
319 words.
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It's wrong, and they both know it.
At the same time, what they have is sort of beautiful.
Arthur longs to know of his mother, longs for everything he can have of her. Uther longs to see her again.
The first time Arthur wears one of his mothers - heavily altered, of course - dresses, Uther takes him hard and fast, nothing like their previous times together. It's like that for a while, with Uther desperate to touch every inch of him, to revel in the memories of a wife lost.
It doesn't stay like that forever. Gradually, they start to make love again, and Uther tells Arthur stories of his mother.
"You're just like her, you know, just as headstrong, just as beautiful."
Sometimes, Arthur doesn't want it to be about her.
"I'm Arthur, father. Make love to me, not my mother. Please. Let me feel your love for me, as it used to be. I'm just like her, but I'm just... I'm just me, too, father."
Those are the times it's the slowest, when Uther looks down at his son and sees only his beauty, feels pride for the man his son is becoming, the king he will one day be.
"Arthur... you're so beautiful. If you're mother could see you, she'd be so proud."
Together, they hide away from the wrongness that is their relationship. No one would understand it, but no one needs to. They are the only two who know, and whether Arthur is dressed as himself or his mother makes no difference.
They love each of, end of story.
And really, Arthur is just like his mother. He loves Uther in the same way, looks like her, and sometimes - in his father's arms - he speaks as though he were the Queen, offering his father gentle advice.
In the end, isn't all that truly matters the fact that they love each other?