https://archiveofourown.org/works/32486668/chapters/80567467
Author: @amanita_fierce
Title: Charting Stars On A Stained Glass Ceiling (Podfic)
Length: 25:03
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Characters: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Coffee Shops, University, Modern Royalty, Love Potion/Spell, Mildly Dubious Consent, (due to said love potion/spell), Mutual Pining, UST, so much UST, Boners, also a lot of those, don’t worry tho they resolve it eventually, Oppression of Magic Users, Uther is a dick, Uther’s A+ Parenting, Magical Theory, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn with Feelings, Freya & Gwaine brOTP, Will doing his best to expose Merlin, but Merlin loves him anyway, Powerful!Merlin, background politics, Some worldbuilding, working title for this was Irresistible Cupcake, i didn’t finish this story this story finished me, Protective!Merlin, some violence, burn wound/scar, Illnesses, (brought on by love potion/spell), Explicit Sexual Content, so much sleep deprivation over this, Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Time, Podfic, Audio Format: MP3, Podfic Length: 3-3.5 Hours, Audio Format: Streaming
Summary: Merlin leads a relatively content life - or as content as is possible under the rule of a magic-hating King. When the arrogant son of said magic-hating King starts becoming a regular at his coffee shop, Merlin is a little puzzled. When said Prince prat then proceeds to ingest a love potion on Merlin’s watch that results in him having to move into the Royal Palace as Prince Arthur’s (fake) boyfriend, Merlin wonders which deity he has angered. Things only get more complicated from there.
“Welcome to The Drip and Grind, what can I get for you?“
“The same thing I always have,” Prince Arthur says, sounding vaguely disdainful and unbearably posh. “One would think you’d remember my order by now.”
Merlin scowls. He remembers His Haughtiness’ order perfectly well, but sees no reason to inflate an already unbearably large ego. “You’re not my only customer,” Merlin keeps his voice coolly polite; barely.
“You realise that’s not the proper way to address me?”
And is that a smirk at the corner of the stupid prat’s, stupidly gorgeous mouth?
“Apologies, your High-and-Mightiness. Now do you think you can tell me your order or must I divine it from my crystal ball?”