fic: Merlin on ice 2/?
Title: Merlin On Ice 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers/Warnings: Fluff! Utter, sappy fluff!
Summary: Figure Skating Merlin has a crush on Hockey Player Arthur (which might be returned.)
AN: I was right, it was unfinished. It's still unfinished. Let's also not pay attention to the fact that it's almost one in the morning - on a Monday. And I have work in five hours.
The lunch tray hit the table with an angry thwak, which left Gwen staring in shock, and Merlin cringing a little. Will Prince followed his lunch and sat down with a look of pure thunder gracing his face.
“Will?” Lancelot asked, looking up from his Ancient Civilizations text book with a frown. “What’s up?”
“It’s senior year!” Will hissed, lightening shooting across his eyes. “Middle of the last term of senior year, even, and that utter prat has the nerve to ruin the grading curve!”
“Ah,” Lancelot said, returning to his book. “Arthur then.”
It was a fairly common occurrence for Will to complain about his literature class - especially because it contained Arthur Pendragon.
“How he finds the time to study between all his practices, I don’t know,” Merlin quipped - desperately trying to change the subject - stabbing at his pathetic lunch. His mother just didn’t have the money to buy him lunch everyday like his friends parents did. “My schedule is worse than his, and I’m barely scraping by. And I’m in easy classes this year.”
“Yes, but Merlin,” Gwen said softly, “You’re Ace-ing all your classes as well.”
“Well, it’s not very difficult to get full marks being an Office Aid, is it? Besides, Mr. Gaius feels sorry for me, so he passes me with high marks too.”
“No,” Lancelot said with a smile from behind his text, “Mr. Gaius thinks you’re a prodigy and is glad that somebody asks intelligent questions in his class. Why did you take Medicine anyway? It’s one of the hardest classes in the curriculum.”
“It is?” Merlin seemed mystified at this.
“You’re getting high marks in Gaius’ Medicine class?” Will nearly shouted in fury, bringing the attention of the lunch room to their table. “You traitor!”
The sandy blond haired boy took a deep breath, trying to sooth his temper and to bring the conversation back to what it was supposed to be originally. “Anyway, I thought I had scored pretty well on Sidhe’s test last week, but bloody Pendragon got perfect marks so any curve we might have had was ruined.”
“Maybe you should study more,” Gwen said with a smile. Her smile brightened a little as Morgana joined them with an over-flowing lunch tray - half of which was quickly pushed onto Merlin’s pitiful tray.
“I don’t know how you manage to lift me when you eat so little,” the newcomer said with a sigh. “Good thing Uther doesn’t care how much I spend to make us the best team in the country. Speaking of which,” she said, beginning to peel a piece of fruit, “we’ve got waltz lessons tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Merlin sighed but nodded. Ever since Uther had become her step-father he had been forced to attend all sorts of ridiculous lessons and skill trainings - at Morgana’s insistence of becoming the best team in the country. He had been subject to ballet lessons, gymnastics lessons, various running teams, strength training and more (and worse) in addition to their regular skating lessons. They attended weekly seminars on teambuilding, healthy eating, proper hygiene, manners - everything being offered which Morgana claimed they would need. Of course, Merlin couldn’t deny that it had ultimately been helpful in the long run, their routines were always the best - if the room full of medals and trophies Merlin slept in was anything to go by. (Or the bigger room dedicated to just their awards at Morgana’s house, for that manner.)
“Also, did you get that new move down yesterday?”
“Well, no,” Merlin said hesitantly, “though my back certainly wishes it were so. Mother had to rub an awful lot of cream into it last night for all the bruises.”
“That’s not like you, Merlin,” Gwen said, taking a bite of her pasta (which Morgana had given to her). “You always figure it out pretty quick. What happened?”
Merlin flushed a little, his gaze unthinkingly moving from Gwen to the blond sitting across the room. “I got - interrupted.” He said softly.
There was never a point to lying when both Gwen and Morgana immediately tracked his line of vision towards the blond head Merlin was still staring at.
Almost as though he knew they were looking, Arthur turned around and flashed a brilliant smile at the group.
“Oh?” Morgana asked smile a sly smile, turning around again. “Finally made a move, did you?”
“What?” Will asked, looking between Arthur and Merlin. “Merlin, I thought you liked-” His eyes moved over to Lancelot, who was ignoring their conversation in favor of his book.
“Oh please, Will,” Morgana said with that same sly smile. “Merlin has been all about hockey players since he was eleven years old. Horseback riding just isn’t his thing anymore.”
“And it was never video games,” Merlin hurried to add, glaring at Morgana. “Hockey players are overrated. Eye candy, really.”
Will turned a little green at that last statement, and tried his best to choke down the rest of his lunch without listening to the rest of their conversation. Though he didn’t care a whit about Merlin’s preferences, he didn’t want to hear about the new developments either.
“So what happened?” Gwen asked eagerly, uncapping her lemonade and taking a swallow.
“And don’t tell us ‘nothing’,” Morgana said sharply, “because it’s obvious that something did. Give us all the details - now!”
Merlin flushed again but told them none the less. “We just talked (“About what?” Morgana cut in, not letting him skimp on the details.) about hockey a little, and about skating a bit. And I fell over a lot (“Oh, Merlin!” Gwen said in exasperation.) and that was it.”
But his cheeks were flushed even brighter, giving away his lie without permission.
“Merlin,” Morgana said in a low, dangerous voice.
But at that moment, it clicked in her head. “You went to dinner with him!” She squealed. “He brought home the leftovers last night. Oh Merlin, how exciting! He took you to,” she paused, trying to remember the box in the fridge, “oh, wow!”
“What?” Gwen asked, just as eagerly, “where?”
Even Will and Lancelot looked up, interested. Merlin hurriedly began throwing food in his mouth, hoping to finish his lunch and escape to somewhere else as quick as possible.
“He took him to Avalon!” Morgana squealed, and Merlin really, really hated her just then, because it certainly felt like the entire lunchroom was staring at him.
“I need to talk to Miss Sidhe about that test last week,” he said inventing a reason to leave and quickly shoving the last of his sandwich into his mouth before all but running away.
“Odd,” Will said with a smirk, “he’s not in any of Sidhe’s classes.”
==
Merlin was not, in fact, taking any classes that could be considered easy for his senior year of school. He was taking all high level courses, which his mother insisted upon after receiving information pertaining to Merlin’s exceptionally high intelligence level. He had, after signing up for classes like Medicine and Physics, had one open spot left, which (instead of filling with literature or something dicey like that) filled with Office Aid (which allowed him to catch up on his ridiculous amounts of homework, as not many people stopped by the office during last period (they tended to just ditch).
This is why it was a surprise to find a quickly becoming familiar blond head leaning over the solitary desk where Merlin sat, trying to puzzle out his physics homework. (Dr. Dragon was in the next room if he needed help, but it usually just confused Merlin more.)
“Hello,” Arthur said cheerfully.
“Er, hello,” Merlin replied skeptically. “Can I help you?”
“You can,” Arthur said, beaming at him. The blond took a step back, one hand pulling something out of his pocket. “You can go to the game tomorrow night.”
“I’m busy.” Merlin said, before returning to his homework.
Arthur didn’t even falter. “You’re not, I asked Morgana. And I’ve got enough tickets for all of your friends. Even the Prince boy who doesn’t like me.”
“He’s mad because you keep ruining the grading curve,” Merlin murmured absently.
“Ah,” Arthur said with a smile. “He should study more.”
Merlin didn’t answer.
“Anyway, Morgana said that you weren’t busy tomorrow night. So, come to the game?” He brandished the tickets again.
Merlin flushed. He and Morgana had had plans for the next night. They were supposed to see the ballet - which certainly sounded girly, but he still generally enjoyed. But clearly Morgana was now attempting to completely ruin Merlin’s life via her brother.“Fine,” he said curtly, swiping at the tickets. Arthur held them firm.
“Come find me after the game, yeah?” He asked. “Tell me about the testosterone you witnessed.”
And then, if Merlin wasn’t blushing enough already, he softly kissed the back of Merlin’s hand, twinkled his eyes at him, and left the office completely.
Merlin’s head thunked onto the desk.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers/Warnings: Fluff! Utter, sappy fluff!
Summary: Figure Skating Merlin has a crush on Hockey Player Arthur (which might be returned.)
AN: I was right, it was unfinished. It's still unfinished. Let's also not pay attention to the fact that it's almost one in the morning - on a Monday. And I have work in five hours.
The lunch tray hit the table with an angry thwak, which left Gwen staring in shock, and Merlin cringing a little. Will Prince followed his lunch and sat down with a look of pure thunder gracing his face.
“Will?” Lancelot asked, looking up from his Ancient Civilizations text book with a frown. “What’s up?”
“It’s senior year!” Will hissed, lightening shooting across his eyes. “Middle of the last term of senior year, even, and that utter prat has the nerve to ruin the grading curve!”
“Ah,” Lancelot said, returning to his book. “Arthur then.”
It was a fairly common occurrence for Will to complain about his literature class - especially because it contained Arthur Pendragon.
“How he finds the time to study between all his practices, I don’t know,” Merlin quipped - desperately trying to change the subject - stabbing at his pathetic lunch. His mother just didn’t have the money to buy him lunch everyday like his friends parents did. “My schedule is worse than his, and I’m barely scraping by. And I’m in easy classes this year.”
“Yes, but Merlin,” Gwen said softly, “You’re Ace-ing all your classes as well.”
“Well, it’s not very difficult to get full marks being an Office Aid, is it? Besides, Mr. Gaius feels sorry for me, so he passes me with high marks too.”
“No,” Lancelot said with a smile from behind his text, “Mr. Gaius thinks you’re a prodigy and is glad that somebody asks intelligent questions in his class. Why did you take Medicine anyway? It’s one of the hardest classes in the curriculum.”
“It is?” Merlin seemed mystified at this.
“You’re getting high marks in Gaius’ Medicine class?” Will nearly shouted in fury, bringing the attention of the lunch room to their table. “You traitor!”
The sandy blond haired boy took a deep breath, trying to sooth his temper and to bring the conversation back to what it was supposed to be originally. “Anyway, I thought I had scored pretty well on Sidhe’s test last week, but bloody Pendragon got perfect marks so any curve we might have had was ruined.”
“Maybe you should study more,” Gwen said with a smile. Her smile brightened a little as Morgana joined them with an over-flowing lunch tray - half of which was quickly pushed onto Merlin’s pitiful tray.
“I don’t know how you manage to lift me when you eat so little,” the newcomer said with a sigh. “Good thing Uther doesn’t care how much I spend to make us the best team in the country. Speaking of which,” she said, beginning to peel a piece of fruit, “we’ve got waltz lessons tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Merlin sighed but nodded. Ever since Uther had become her step-father he had been forced to attend all sorts of ridiculous lessons and skill trainings - at Morgana’s insistence of becoming the best team in the country. He had been subject to ballet lessons, gymnastics lessons, various running teams, strength training and more (and worse) in addition to their regular skating lessons. They attended weekly seminars on teambuilding, healthy eating, proper hygiene, manners - everything being offered which Morgana claimed they would need. Of course, Merlin couldn’t deny that it had ultimately been helpful in the long run, their routines were always the best - if the room full of medals and trophies Merlin slept in was anything to go by. (Or the bigger room dedicated to just their awards at Morgana’s house, for that manner.)
“Also, did you get that new move down yesterday?”
“Well, no,” Merlin said hesitantly, “though my back certainly wishes it were so. Mother had to rub an awful lot of cream into it last night for all the bruises.”
“That’s not like you, Merlin,” Gwen said, taking a bite of her pasta (which Morgana had given to her). “You always figure it out pretty quick. What happened?”
Merlin flushed a little, his gaze unthinkingly moving from Gwen to the blond sitting across the room. “I got - interrupted.” He said softly.
There was never a point to lying when both Gwen and Morgana immediately tracked his line of vision towards the blond head Merlin was still staring at.
Almost as though he knew they were looking, Arthur turned around and flashed a brilliant smile at the group.
“Oh?” Morgana asked smile a sly smile, turning around again. “Finally made a move, did you?”
“What?” Will asked, looking between Arthur and Merlin. “Merlin, I thought you liked-” His eyes moved over to Lancelot, who was ignoring their conversation in favor of his book.
“Oh please, Will,” Morgana said with that same sly smile. “Merlin has been all about hockey players since he was eleven years old. Horseback riding just isn’t his thing anymore.”
“And it was never video games,” Merlin hurried to add, glaring at Morgana. “Hockey players are overrated. Eye candy, really.”
Will turned a little green at that last statement, and tried his best to choke down the rest of his lunch without listening to the rest of their conversation. Though he didn’t care a whit about Merlin’s preferences, he didn’t want to hear about the new developments either.
“So what happened?” Gwen asked eagerly, uncapping her lemonade and taking a swallow.
“And don’t tell us ‘nothing’,” Morgana said sharply, “because it’s obvious that something did. Give us all the details - now!”
Merlin flushed again but told them none the less. “We just talked (“About what?” Morgana cut in, not letting him skimp on the details.) about hockey a little, and about skating a bit. And I fell over a lot (“Oh, Merlin!” Gwen said in exasperation.) and that was it.”
But his cheeks were flushed even brighter, giving away his lie without permission.
“Merlin,” Morgana said in a low, dangerous voice.
But at that moment, it clicked in her head. “You went to dinner with him!” She squealed. “He brought home the leftovers last night. Oh Merlin, how exciting! He took you to,” she paused, trying to remember the box in the fridge, “oh, wow!”
“What?” Gwen asked, just as eagerly, “where?”
Even Will and Lancelot looked up, interested. Merlin hurriedly began throwing food in his mouth, hoping to finish his lunch and escape to somewhere else as quick as possible.
“He took him to Avalon!” Morgana squealed, and Merlin really, really hated her just then, because it certainly felt like the entire lunchroom was staring at him.
“I need to talk to Miss Sidhe about that test last week,” he said inventing a reason to leave and quickly shoving the last of his sandwich into his mouth before all but running away.
“Odd,” Will said with a smirk, “he’s not in any of Sidhe’s classes.”
==
Merlin was not, in fact, taking any classes that could be considered easy for his senior year of school. He was taking all high level courses, which his mother insisted upon after receiving information pertaining to Merlin’s exceptionally high intelligence level. He had, after signing up for classes like Medicine and Physics, had one open spot left, which (instead of filling with literature or something dicey like that) filled with Office Aid (which allowed him to catch up on his ridiculous amounts of homework, as not many people stopped by the office during last period (they tended to just ditch).
This is why it was a surprise to find a quickly becoming familiar blond head leaning over the solitary desk where Merlin sat, trying to puzzle out his physics homework. (Dr. Dragon was in the next room if he needed help, but it usually just confused Merlin more.)
“Hello,” Arthur said cheerfully.
“Er, hello,” Merlin replied skeptically. “Can I help you?”
“You can,” Arthur said, beaming at him. The blond took a step back, one hand pulling something out of his pocket. “You can go to the game tomorrow night.”
“I’m busy.” Merlin said, before returning to his homework.
Arthur didn’t even falter. “You’re not, I asked Morgana. And I’ve got enough tickets for all of your friends. Even the Prince boy who doesn’t like me.”
“He’s mad because you keep ruining the grading curve,” Merlin murmured absently.
“Ah,” Arthur said with a smile. “He should study more.”
Merlin didn’t answer.
“Anyway, Morgana said that you weren’t busy tomorrow night. So, come to the game?” He brandished the tickets again.
Merlin flushed. He and Morgana had had plans for the next night. They were supposed to see the ballet - which certainly sounded girly, but he still generally enjoyed. But clearly Morgana was now attempting to completely ruin Merlin’s life via her brother.“Fine,” he said curtly, swiping at the tickets. Arthur held them firm.
“Come find me after the game, yeah?” He asked. “Tell me about the testosterone you witnessed.”
And then, if Merlin wasn’t blushing enough already, he softly kissed the back of Merlin’s hand, twinkled his eyes at him, and left the office completely.
Merlin’s head thunked onto the desk.