[fanfiction] the person that I thought I'd be
365 Gay Sharks
Day 181, Word Count: 1030
Theme: June; No More Sad Songs
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Merlin; Arthur/Merlin
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: For organizedcure, because all of my Merlin is for her and because this is the fic her mix for ficcinintherain inspired (serial killers and Merlin, yay?). You can download her mix here.
Disclaimer: I don't want to own Merlin.
Summary: Arthur, Merlin supposes, is not the sort of bloke you should go around falling in love with.
the person that I thought I'd be
Arthur kills Uther on his eighteenth birthday.
It's because Uther's posed to hit Morgana, and as much as Arthur thinks Morgana can be kind of a bitch, Arthur doesn't want her to live in fear of that, so Arthur's pushing Uther away and then Uther is getting pissed and Arthur doesn't mean to hit him so hard with the lamp but he does and then Uther is lying on the floor and blood is staining his precious carpet. Morgana and Arthur just stand there, staring at Uther lying on the floor, before they look at each other.
Six days later, there isn't any trace of such an event happening. Arthur and Morgana are at Uther's funeral, standing next to each other and looking grim. They don't really speak of what happened.
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Merlin meets Arthur on his twenty-first birthday.
It's because Morgana drags Arthur along, and Merlin's kind of tipsy already because Gwen's been feeding him a steady stream of drinks and they're fruity and girly but oh-so-good. Arthur politely shakes Merlin's hand once they're introduced, and Merlin remembers, even with the alcohol haze that clouds all his memories of that evening, the way Arthur's eyes were cold and hard. He doesn't think much of it then, because it was just a tiny piece of a puzzle he didn't know he was putting together.
Six days later, there's some sort of happenstance at work. Merlin and Arthur bump into each other on their college campus, and they start talking to each other. They're still not really friends, though.
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Merlin falls for Arthur first.
It's because Arthur is fit and kind of mysterious and he actually talks to Merlin like Merlin matters, even though Merlin maybe doesn't in the grand scheme of things. They're sort-of friends even though Merlin is just a guy from way out in nowhere and Arthur is the next CEO of Pendragon. He can't take over until he's graduated, but that's soon enough, and Merlin suspects that Arthur is not really that enthused about the prospect of taking over, even though it's all set out already.
Twelve days later, Arthur shows up at Merlin's flat bloody and exhausted. Merlin wrestles him into the shower and fits him into too-small clothes once he's out of the shower. They don't sleep very well that night.
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Arthur falls for Merlin not long after that.
It's because you can't show up on too many people's doorsteps covered in blood without them asking at least a couple of question, but Merlin had just cleaned him up and tucked him onto the lumpy, hand-me-down couch Merlin inherited from Lance or Will or someone. Arthur tosses and turns while he's sleeping, wondering what Merlin will say, but when he wakes up, Merlin is in the kitchen with waffles, coffee, and dark rings under his eyes. He hands Arthur a mug of coffee, which Arthur happily takes.
Seven days later, Arthur is waking up to the same thing and he expects that he's totally fucked, because he and Merlin have a routine. They don't talk about that night, though.
----
Merlin makes the same thing every Sunday morning.
It's because he only knows how to make so many things, but also because Merlin gets the feeling that Arthur's never had a good, home-cooked meal before he started randomly showing up at Merlin's flat on Saturday nights and then eating breakfast with Merlin on Sunday mornings. It's something that Merlin tries very hard not to find endearing or something that could make Merlin fall even faster. Arthur, Merlin supposes, is not the sort of bloke you should go around falling in love with.
Fourteen days later, Arthur kisses Merlin when Merlin opens up the door to his flat. Merlin is startled, but he relaxes into it and manages to close the door. They don't fuck.
----
Merlin asks nothing of Arthur.
It's because Merlin rarely asks things of anyone, so asking things of Arthur seems weird, but it's also because Merlin almost instinctively knows that Arthur will give him anything he needs. There's some sort of cosmic draw between them, and Arthur almost always seems to know what Merlin wants to say before he can even manage to say it. So, when Arthur says sometimes I kill people in-between sips of coffee, Merlin only says just don't kill anyone nice. Arthur looks offended by that.
Fourteen days later, Arthur shows up covered in blood again. Merlin washes and clothes him just like before and tucks him onto the lumpy couch. They still don't fuck.
----
Arthur kills who deserves to be killed.
It's because he'd grown up around Uther and realized that sometimes people needed to go away and not everyone in the world is a good person. Merlin is a good person, though, and Arthur doesn't want to spoil that. He tries to keep what he does away from Merlin's world as much as he can, but sometimes he's too exhausted or far from his own flat to make it and then he's on Merlin's doorstep and Merlin's cleaning him up and pressing a kiss to his forehead, saying goodnight, Arthur. It's comforting.
Six days later, it's Arthur's birthday and Morgana is throwing him a party that he doesn't particularly want to be at but Merlin is there and Arthur smiles at him. They fuck.
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Arthur and Merlin fuck on Arthur's twenty-third birthday.
It's because they've both been dancing around it, both been waiting for the other to make a move and then they're sudden tired of waiting or being scared or being polite. Whatever. The point is that they fuck and it's slow, languid, and there isn't any rush at all because their bodies fit together like they've been molded to, and maybe they both know that there's time for that because they've all the time in the world. It's the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place, and Merlin grips Arthur's shoulders a little tighter.
Six days later, Merlin is making Arthur waffles and coffee. It isn't a Sunday, but he's in Arthur's flat and it just seems like the thing to do. They've got a routine to uphold.
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Day 181, Word Count: 1030
Theme: June; No More Sad Songs
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Merlin; Arthur/Merlin
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: For organizedcure, because all of my Merlin is for her and because this is the fic her mix for ficcinintherain inspired (serial killers and Merlin, yay?). You can download her mix here.
Disclaimer: I don't want to own Merlin.
Summary: Arthur, Merlin supposes, is not the sort of bloke you should go around falling in love with.
the person that I thought I'd be
Arthur kills Uther on his eighteenth birthday.
It's because Uther's posed to hit Morgana, and as much as Arthur thinks Morgana can be kind of a bitch, Arthur doesn't want her to live in fear of that, so Arthur's pushing Uther away and then Uther is getting pissed and Arthur doesn't mean to hit him so hard with the lamp but he does and then Uther is lying on the floor and blood is staining his precious carpet. Morgana and Arthur just stand there, staring at Uther lying on the floor, before they look at each other.
Six days later, there isn't any trace of such an event happening. Arthur and Morgana are at Uther's funeral, standing next to each other and looking grim. They don't really speak of what happened.
----
Merlin meets Arthur on his twenty-first birthday.
It's because Morgana drags Arthur along, and Merlin's kind of tipsy already because Gwen's been feeding him a steady stream of drinks and they're fruity and girly but oh-so-good. Arthur politely shakes Merlin's hand once they're introduced, and Merlin remembers, even with the alcohol haze that clouds all his memories of that evening, the way Arthur's eyes were cold and hard. He doesn't think much of it then, because it was just a tiny piece of a puzzle he didn't know he was putting together.
Six days later, there's some sort of happenstance at work. Merlin and Arthur bump into each other on their college campus, and they start talking to each other. They're still not really friends, though.
----
Merlin falls for Arthur first.
It's because Arthur is fit and kind of mysterious and he actually talks to Merlin like Merlin matters, even though Merlin maybe doesn't in the grand scheme of things. They're sort-of friends even though Merlin is just a guy from way out in nowhere and Arthur is the next CEO of Pendragon. He can't take over until he's graduated, but that's soon enough, and Merlin suspects that Arthur is not really that enthused about the prospect of taking over, even though it's all set out already.
Twelve days later, Arthur shows up at Merlin's flat bloody and exhausted. Merlin wrestles him into the shower and fits him into too-small clothes once he's out of the shower. They don't sleep very well that night.
----
Arthur falls for Merlin not long after that.
It's because you can't show up on too many people's doorsteps covered in blood without them asking at least a couple of question, but Merlin had just cleaned him up and tucked him onto the lumpy, hand-me-down couch Merlin inherited from Lance or Will or someone. Arthur tosses and turns while he's sleeping, wondering what Merlin will say, but when he wakes up, Merlin is in the kitchen with waffles, coffee, and dark rings under his eyes. He hands Arthur a mug of coffee, which Arthur happily takes.
Seven days later, Arthur is waking up to the same thing and he expects that he's totally fucked, because he and Merlin have a routine. They don't talk about that night, though.
----
Merlin makes the same thing every Sunday morning.
It's because he only knows how to make so many things, but also because Merlin gets the feeling that Arthur's never had a good, home-cooked meal before he started randomly showing up at Merlin's flat on Saturday nights and then eating breakfast with Merlin on Sunday mornings. It's something that Merlin tries very hard not to find endearing or something that could make Merlin fall even faster. Arthur, Merlin supposes, is not the sort of bloke you should go around falling in love with.
Fourteen days later, Arthur kisses Merlin when Merlin opens up the door to his flat. Merlin is startled, but he relaxes into it and manages to close the door. They don't fuck.
----
Merlin asks nothing of Arthur.
It's because Merlin rarely asks things of anyone, so asking things of Arthur seems weird, but it's also because Merlin almost instinctively knows that Arthur will give him anything he needs. There's some sort of cosmic draw between them, and Arthur almost always seems to know what Merlin wants to say before he can even manage to say it. So, when Arthur says sometimes I kill people in-between sips of coffee, Merlin only says just don't kill anyone nice. Arthur looks offended by that.
Fourteen days later, Arthur shows up covered in blood again. Merlin washes and clothes him just like before and tucks him onto the lumpy couch. They still don't fuck.
----
Arthur kills who deserves to be killed.
It's because he'd grown up around Uther and realized that sometimes people needed to go away and not everyone in the world is a good person. Merlin is a good person, though, and Arthur doesn't want to spoil that. He tries to keep what he does away from Merlin's world as much as he can, but sometimes he's too exhausted or far from his own flat to make it and then he's on Merlin's doorstep and Merlin's cleaning him up and pressing a kiss to his forehead, saying goodnight, Arthur. It's comforting.
Six days later, it's Arthur's birthday and Morgana is throwing him a party that he doesn't particularly want to be at but Merlin is there and Arthur smiles at him. They fuck.
----
Arthur and Merlin fuck on Arthur's twenty-third birthday.
It's because they've both been dancing around it, both been waiting for the other to make a move and then they're sudden tired of waiting or being scared or being polite. Whatever. The point is that they fuck and it's slow, languid, and there isn't any rush at all because their bodies fit together like they've been molded to, and maybe they both know that there's time for that because they've all the time in the world. It's the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place, and Merlin grips Arthur's shoulders a little tighter.
Six days later, Merlin is making Arthur waffles and coffee. It isn't a Sunday, but he's in Arthur's flat and it just seems like the thing to do. They've got a routine to uphold.
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