fic: merlin on ice 3/?
Title: Merlin On Ice 3/?
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: This one is a bit shorter than the others (which, admittedly, were pretty short). I'm still trying to work out a story line - any ideas/suggestions would be amazing!
Part 1 Part 2
“I’ve decided I’m not going.”
Hunith Emrys looked up at her son with a suspicious expression on her otherwise pretty face. Her tone, however, revealed very little of what she was thinking. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Merlin said, nodded quickly. “I don’t even like hockey, and neither does Will. And I have that paper for, er, literature to write for Monday.”
“Merlin, you’re not in a literature class.” Hunith reminded her son with a fond smile.
“I’m not?”
“I believe your words were somewhere along the lines of ‘Sidhe’s got a dicey class going on in there, and besides that’s the only time Medicine is offered’.”
The fact that she could perfectly quote her son was a little frightening, Merlin though moodily. That had been, what, six months ago he said those words?
“Anyway, I’m not going to the game. I’ll be at Will’s, see you later.”
He had almost managed to get his first shoe on before his mother’s calm gaze penetrated his nerves. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even move, but he still felt the guilt of displeasing her shiver down his spine.
“Sweetie,” Hunith said rather calmly as far as the circumstances went. “I don’t understand why you suddenly don’t want to go to the game. Yesterday you seemed excited. You spent at least half an hour convincing Will to go with you, and you already gave Lancelot his ticket.”
“That was yesterday,” Merlin sulked, not turning around lest he fall to his mothers gaze. “Today I don’t want to go.”
Though she couldn’t see it, Merlin was now gazing nervously at the front door of their apartment while attempting to tie his other shoe to his foot.
“I’ll be at Will’s.” Still not turning around, Merlin took a very hurried two steps to the door and wrenched it open, looking ready to bolt the ten feet that separated their apartment door from Will’s. Except there was somebody standing in their doorway already with one hand raised to knock and the other holding what looked suspiciously like a hockey jersey.
Merlin balked, stepping back into the apartment. “Arthur,” he said, clearly both surprised and dismayed at this new development. “Er, Morgana said you might stop by.” The words ‘I was hoping you wouldn’t, or I could leave before you did’ went unheard by all but Hunith.
Arthur grinned and followed Merlin into the apartment. “I thought you’d like a ride to the game tonight,” he confirmed, before ignoring Merlin altogether. “You must be Merlin’s mother,” he said swiftly, stepping past Merlin and advancing on Hunith. “I’m Arthur Pendragon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
He took her hand and kissed it, just like he had Merlin’s hand the day before.
And just like the day before, he turned back and allowed his eyes to twinkle at Merlin. “I’ve come to pick up Merlin for the game, surely he’s told you about it?”
“I may have heard some mention of a game,” Hunith said, directing a sly smile at her son. “Might this be the game Merlin has been trying to-”
“Mother!”
Hunith laughed. “Well, come in then. No point standing on doorsteps when there are stories I’d love to hear about this game.”
The woman laughed quietly to herself as she moved further back into the apartment, Arthur following her willingly, and Merlin slouching behind, dragging his feet.
==
The thing was Merlin loved his truck. He had saved as much of his prize money as he could manage (most of it going to his college fund and other necessary expenditures) and the moment he turned sixteen had went out and bought his truck. Sure, it wasn’t the most beautiful - or modern - truck there was, but it had been love at first sight at the used-car lot.
Morgana had hated his truck at first sight, when he had first offered her a ride home from school. Will, Gwen and Lancelot hadn’t had any real opinion on it and clearly it was too much to hope for Arthur to hold the same opinion as his neutral friends.
“No.” The blond stated, still twenty feet away from the truck in question. “Absolutely not.”
“I’m driving,” Merlin insisted, not turning around or even stopping. He made it another ten feet before a warm hand clasped his wrist.
He was turned around almost gently, and Arthur was looking down at the ground with what seemed to be a very nervous expression on his face. As Merlin had never seen such a look on the blond - in all his years of knowing him - it threw him off, and left him vulnerable to Arthur’s attack.
“It’s just,” Arthur said softly, “I invited you out tonight, and I really wanted to make it into - I don’t know - something special for you. It won’t feel as special if you drive.”
He lifted his blue eyes from the ground and met Merlin’s helpless gaze with an expression that was exceedingly hopeful.
“Oh alright.” Merlin sighed.
Arthur beamed; his grip on Merlin’s wrist slipping down to hold his hand instead - and that grip tightening in a pleased sort of way as he dragged the darker haired boy to his own car - which was parked on the other side of the lot.
When they reached Arthur’s car - some overpriced monstrosity which stood out amid the battered cars of the regular tenants - Arthur opened the passenger door for Merlin and closed it for him, before hurrying over to his own side and starting the engine.
“Tonight’s going to be fun,” he promised. “After the game we can do anything you want. I promise.” He paused, considering that. “Oh, here.” The jersey he had been holding in his hand since the moment he arrived at the apartment was tossed in Merlin’s face. “I thought you might like it.”
In the dark of the car, Merlin didn’t notice the faint pink dusting Arthur’s cheeks and the pleased expression as he put on the jersey over his sweater.
He completely missed that the word “Pendragon” was scrawled across the back of the jersey until Will pointed it out to him during the game.
Merlin wasn’t sure if the flush on his face was pleased embarrassment, or blatant humiliation.
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: This one is a bit shorter than the others (which, admittedly, were pretty short). I'm still trying to work out a story line - any ideas/suggestions would be amazing!
Part 1 Part 2
“I’ve decided I’m not going.”
Hunith Emrys looked up at her son with a suspicious expression on her otherwise pretty face. Her tone, however, revealed very little of what she was thinking. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Merlin said, nodded quickly. “I don’t even like hockey, and neither does Will. And I have that paper for, er, literature to write for Monday.”
“Merlin, you’re not in a literature class.” Hunith reminded her son with a fond smile.
“I’m not?”
“I believe your words were somewhere along the lines of ‘Sidhe’s got a dicey class going on in there, and besides that’s the only time Medicine is offered’.”
The fact that she could perfectly quote her son was a little frightening, Merlin though moodily. That had been, what, six months ago he said those words?
“Anyway, I’m not going to the game. I’ll be at Will’s, see you later.”
He had almost managed to get his first shoe on before his mother’s calm gaze penetrated his nerves. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even move, but he still felt the guilt of displeasing her shiver down his spine.
“Sweetie,” Hunith said rather calmly as far as the circumstances went. “I don’t understand why you suddenly don’t want to go to the game. Yesterday you seemed excited. You spent at least half an hour convincing Will to go with you, and you already gave Lancelot his ticket.”
“That was yesterday,” Merlin sulked, not turning around lest he fall to his mothers gaze. “Today I don’t want to go.”
Though she couldn’t see it, Merlin was now gazing nervously at the front door of their apartment while attempting to tie his other shoe to his foot.
“I’ll be at Will’s.” Still not turning around, Merlin took a very hurried two steps to the door and wrenched it open, looking ready to bolt the ten feet that separated their apartment door from Will’s. Except there was somebody standing in their doorway already with one hand raised to knock and the other holding what looked suspiciously like a hockey jersey.
Merlin balked, stepping back into the apartment. “Arthur,” he said, clearly both surprised and dismayed at this new development. “Er, Morgana said you might stop by.” The words ‘I was hoping you wouldn’t, or I could leave before you did’ went unheard by all but Hunith.
Arthur grinned and followed Merlin into the apartment. “I thought you’d like a ride to the game tonight,” he confirmed, before ignoring Merlin altogether. “You must be Merlin’s mother,” he said swiftly, stepping past Merlin and advancing on Hunith. “I’m Arthur Pendragon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
He took her hand and kissed it, just like he had Merlin’s hand the day before.
And just like the day before, he turned back and allowed his eyes to twinkle at Merlin. “I’ve come to pick up Merlin for the game, surely he’s told you about it?”
“I may have heard some mention of a game,” Hunith said, directing a sly smile at her son. “Might this be the game Merlin has been trying to-”
“Mother!”
Hunith laughed. “Well, come in then. No point standing on doorsteps when there are stories I’d love to hear about this game.”
The woman laughed quietly to herself as she moved further back into the apartment, Arthur following her willingly, and Merlin slouching behind, dragging his feet.
==
The thing was Merlin loved his truck. He had saved as much of his prize money as he could manage (most of it going to his college fund and other necessary expenditures) and the moment he turned sixteen had went out and bought his truck. Sure, it wasn’t the most beautiful - or modern - truck there was, but it had been love at first sight at the used-car lot.
Morgana had hated his truck at first sight, when he had first offered her a ride home from school. Will, Gwen and Lancelot hadn’t had any real opinion on it and clearly it was too much to hope for Arthur to hold the same opinion as his neutral friends.
“No.” The blond stated, still twenty feet away from the truck in question. “Absolutely not.”
“I’m driving,” Merlin insisted, not turning around or even stopping. He made it another ten feet before a warm hand clasped his wrist.
He was turned around almost gently, and Arthur was looking down at the ground with what seemed to be a very nervous expression on his face. As Merlin had never seen such a look on the blond - in all his years of knowing him - it threw him off, and left him vulnerable to Arthur’s attack.
“It’s just,” Arthur said softly, “I invited you out tonight, and I really wanted to make it into - I don’t know - something special for you. It won’t feel as special if you drive.”
He lifted his blue eyes from the ground and met Merlin’s helpless gaze with an expression that was exceedingly hopeful.
“Oh alright.” Merlin sighed.
Arthur beamed; his grip on Merlin’s wrist slipping down to hold his hand instead - and that grip tightening in a pleased sort of way as he dragged the darker haired boy to his own car - which was parked on the other side of the lot.
When they reached Arthur’s car - some overpriced monstrosity which stood out amid the battered cars of the regular tenants - Arthur opened the passenger door for Merlin and closed it for him, before hurrying over to his own side and starting the engine.
“Tonight’s going to be fun,” he promised. “After the game we can do anything you want. I promise.” He paused, considering that. “Oh, here.” The jersey he had been holding in his hand since the moment he arrived at the apartment was tossed in Merlin’s face. “I thought you might like it.”
In the dark of the car, Merlin didn’t notice the faint pink dusting Arthur’s cheeks and the pleased expression as he put on the jersey over his sweater.
He completely missed that the word “Pendragon” was scrawled across the back of the jersey until Will pointed it out to him during the game.
Merlin wasn’t sure if the flush on his face was pleased embarrassment, or blatant humiliation.