A resurrection fic where Arthur breaks something and desperately tries to fix/hide the evidence before Merlin gets home đâ¨
Ohhh I can feel the panic already omg Arthur would have no idea what to do, that would be so fun. I have a feeling it would probably go a little something like... (gonna write a full mini fic for this and probably will end up expanding upon that and posting it on ao3--)
Merlin was at work. It was still weird he didnât work for Arthur anymore. Arthur wasnât sure he enjoyed being alone in this new environment just yet, either.
Although, that isnât to say he didnât enjoy not having Merlin breathing down his neck making sure he didnât get into any trouble all the time. Sure, he had a bad habit of wellâŚgetting into troubleâŚin this new age, but that didnât mean he should be treated like an incompetent child!
If Merlin were here, heâd probably say Arthur was pouting, the King noted in his frustration. He absolutely was not pouting, though! He wasnât!
Arthur let out a loud sigh, walking down the hall of Merlinâs strange new house. It looked nothing like the castle⌠It had these weird lights, they were called. Merlin said it was called electricity, not magic but Arthur was still learning about it, and quite frankly not sure he understood the difference.
The once King made his way quickly to the kitchen and began messing around with the strange things that gave him food, too hungry to be wary of the devices inside the room.
Merlin told him not to touch anything until he got back, but surely, he didnât mean Arthur couldnât get food for himself. He was...an adult! He knew how to work a micro-micronâŚA microwave, dammit! He could find manage just fine in a kitchen!
At leastâhe thought he could.
It was no more than ten minutes later Arthur stood in the middle of the kitchen, wide eyed and a little terrified as Merlinâs favourite (decades old) porcelain bowl laid in pieces on the floor where he dropped it because it was too hot, steaming water pooled all around it.
Well. It was a good thing he didnât understand this world enough to miss it too terribly, because Merlin was going to kill him.
No, no, maybe not! He could fix this! He could just put it back togetâ
The sound of a door outside slamming shut and a loud beep-beep that he recognized as Merlinâs car locking cut off his train of thoughts. Fuck. Merlin was home. He was early!
Arthur began to panic, looking around the room frantically. When he spotted the trash bin, a light-bulb went off and it was like all his problems were solvedâŚ
In a rush, Arthur dropped to the ground and began picking up pieces of broken porcelain, wincing at the sting of the hot water all around the pieces. When his hands were too full, he rushed to the bin and dropped the shards in, before hurrying back to the scene and picking up the last little bits to toss away as well. Right as he finished tossing the last shard in the bin, the front door swung open and he heard Merlin shouting for him.
He froze in his place, eyes darting to the mess of water still on the floor, and cursed loudly in his native tongue. Unfortunately, this ended up drawing Merlin straight to his location, as he threw a handful of towels from the drawer onto the hot water pile in a desperate attempt to hide evidence of his crime.
He was too slow, though, and the door to the kitchen creaked open, Merlinâs head popping in.
âArthur, Iâmâwhat on earth are you doing?â He gasped, his eyes wide. Arthur cringed horribly at his Warlockâs shocked voice.
Arthur, flustered, fumbled around for an answer before finally settling on a weak, âI spilled some water.â
Merlin stared hard at him for a moment, and Arthur was sure the man could see right through him. He wasnât going to get away with it. He was sure Merlin would call him out on his lie of omission. UntilâŚ
âRight, well, Iâve told you that you need to be more careful, but do you ever listen to me? Of course not, bloody prat of a King, set in his way, never listens to me,â Merlin huffed, grumbling the last part to himself more than Arthur. He still heard, though. He may be a prat of a King, but he had damn good hearing!
Arthur didnât say anything rude back, though, he just laughed and shrugged, before pulling some excuse about being tired and rushing out of the kitchen. Victory tasted sweet, like his old, favourite wineâŚ
He walked back to the living area with a grin, now sure heâd gotten away with his crime. He was good at this, he thought, keeping secrets, fixing messes. No one had to know a thingâMerlin was clueless!
Or so he thought.
âArthur!â Merlin called from the kitchen about five minutes later, his voice sounding slightly strained. Arthur frowned, was something wrong? Was there another spider in the kitchen?
âWhat?â He called back. There was a painful moment of silence, then a strangled, distressed noise.
âWhy is my favourite, sixteenth century, one of a kind, handmade porcelain bowl in shards in the trash bin?â
Arthur paled.
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Okay, honestly, I feel like... Gwaine would be the kinda guy to order a lot of take out, but ultimately, nothing beats a homemade meal to him. Homemade food is just different, it's better, to him. Nothing is better than it. and if you make him homemade food? You have his heart, whether platonically or romantically, forever. I also believe he's secretly a fantastic cook, but gets take out for the sake of ease, and wouldn't argue against getting take out because in the end food is food and as long as he's fed he doesn't mind where it's from. Though, if he has a date he's real serious about, he's not against stunning them with his kitchen skills, and if he had the choice, he'd go with a home-cooked meal if it were an option.
9. Spotify Playlists or Mixtapes
Playlists. Gwaine 100% has countless unbelievably specific Spotify playlists, with a very strange mash-up of genres. He's totally friends with a Mixtapes person, though, and they're frequently exchanging: Gwaine shows them his latest playlist, friend makes him a new mixtape. He ends up buying a player just so he can listen to his friends mixtapes, but ultimately he's a digital guy, and he'll stand by Spotify playlists until his death.
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