#bathroom merleon

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*Clears throat*

Here's a messy moodboard of a highschool Merleon au where they get stuck in the mens bathroom and decide to just hang out and graffiti the place and send messages to their friends while waiting for assistance.

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Accidentally starting the bathroom merleon cult has gotten me a tad more involved in the merleon fandom on here which is fun so yay?

[justadudewholikesrats]

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merlin and leon trapped in a bathroom, while drunk and laughing too much to call for help

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hello ceo of merleon in the bathrooms (that name is so funny I have to tell you) I have an idea.

Merlin has a crush on Leon but Leon is always busy and running away so he locks them in the bathroom to get him alone. He acts clueless as to why the door won’t open when the whole time it’s his magic holding it closed. Merlin uses it as an opportunity to ask him out and Leon is just “this is not the time nor place for this”

Modern AU, but still Camelot? also a high school AU? Don't ask just go with it, also... this was longer than expected. Enjoy :)

Merlin had been crushing on Leon for months. Look, they were friends. Sort of. He had a strange thing going with Arthur, with meant he'd been pulled close to the group. But he couldn't just outright tell Leon! Not when so many people might turn up at any moment. Because Arthur's little group went anywhere they wanted without care, most of the time. They'd be interrupted if it wasn't in private.

Sure he could invite Leon over. But it wouldn't just be Leon. He'd tried that before, and Elyan and Arthur, and even Gwen had showed too. He couldn't have the conversation he needed to have with a crowd. Not with onlookers so nearby.

Merlin trusted Leon. He did. And he wanted to have a relationship. It might just be wistful thinking, but he was pretty sure Leon wanted that too.

There were only two things standing in his way. His inability to get Leon alone, and the secret he harboured close to his chest. The secret that could at worst get him sentenced to death, or at best sentence him to a long and lonely life in the castle's deepest prison. The castle's prison was reserved now for magic users, for it's centuries of defending against magics of all sorts made it all that more impossible for magic users to escape. That, and it kept them somewhere the ruling elite could keep an eye on them.

Arthur was next in line to the throne, though he didn't always act it in their fancy school. A fancy school Merlin had only gotten in to for Gaius's petitioning. The majority of his little group (their little group, Merlin supposed) was made up of those that would one day hold power around the ruling of Camelot. Not that they acted like it often.

He couldn't date and keep that secret, so he had to trust it to Leon. But only after he knew for certain he could trust Leon. And those conversations could only happen in private.

Merlin's noticed, in the past few weeks, how busy Leon has been. How quick Leon is to run away, to hide in a crowd. As if avoiding Merlin.

It was only by chance they end up in the school's cleanest bathroom, alone. Merlin hadn't arranged for it, but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity. Though he was sure, with Leon's habits, that their time together, alone, would not last.

Merlin kept his eyes down, staring at his hands in the sink. Leon was doing much the same, but he couldn't risk his eyes being seen, a far too obvious sign of the truth of what he intended to do.

Unlike most others Merlin did not need spells and charms and incantations for his magic. He was something older, something more innate. A magic that did his bidden without spells and words to dictate it's path, though it could be woven through spellcasting and incantations of Merlin thought it necessary.

The door to the bathroom didn't have a lock. It was a simple push door, but with a thought and a tug of magic, the door jammed, impossibly stuck and locked. Trapping them.

A good thing too, because as soon as Merlin felt the magic click into place, Leon was rushing for the door. He pushed against it, almost walking into it with the muscle memory that kept him going.

"Leon wait," Merlin said, though he knew Leon had no choice, 'trapped' as they were.

"The door is stuck," Leon mumbled.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," Merlin went on, as if he hadn't heard Leon, hadn't seen him push against the door with all his might.

"Merlin, the door is jammed," Leon said louder.

"Ah," he said, not having thought out to talk around the obvious. "Someone will find us soon enough," Merlin said finally.

"We'll be late for class," Leon muttered, as if that actually mattered. They'd be excused because they were trapped.

"I think we should talk," Merlin said instead of anything helpful.

"Now isn't the time, we're trapped in the fucking toilets!" Leon said, not turning to face Merlin. Merlin wanted to go about it gently, wanted to ease in to it. But Leon was making that impossible.

"I have a crush on you," Merlin rushed out. Leon said nothing, but he stopped his useless shoving against the door.

"Now," Leon said, audibly swallowing. "Now isn't the time Merlin. We're trapped in here."

"Oh come on? That's all you can say?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"What do you want me to say Merlin? We are trapped in a bathroom! This isn't the time or the goddamned place for this conversation!"

"And when is?" he asked. "When is? When you hide from me? When you run before I can you ask to go somewhere private? When we're surrounded by our friends?"

"Just, not now Merlin," Leon said quietly.

"Why are you running from me?" Merlin asked. Leon swallowed, and finally turned to look at him.

"In some lights your eyes look almost golden," Leon started. "In some lights it is as if your eyes turn golden when a branch snaps as Arthur climbs a tree, a branch he hadn't stepped on but might've because he over-estimated it's strength."

It was Merlin's turn to swallow. Fear rather suddenly flooding him. Perhaps, he thought distantly, he should've trapped them somewhere with more than one entrance so that he may run for a change.

"And in some lights it is as if your room tidies itself. As if the hoover goes on it's own, and the t-shirts hang themselves in your wardrobe," Leon went on. "And in those lights, I can't quite find it in myself to care despite what it might suggest, what it might mean. I am loyal to the country, to the throne, to the land and it's laws. But in those lights I can't find it in me to be loyal to what those laws demand of me."

"You know, then," Merlin forced out, frozen still by the sink.

"I have for some time, I think," Leon admitted, turning his eye away. "I don't think there is any place for this conversation, least of all a bathroom."

"I was going to tell you," Merlin admits quickly. "But, only after I knew if you wanted me the way I thought you did." Leon shakes his head, and Merlin isn't sure if it's a denial of the words themselves, or a denial of the feelings Merlin had assumed were there.

"That's the problem," Leon whispered, his words seeming to almost echo in the school bathroom. And Leon had been right, the school toilets were no place for this conversation. But Merlin had been right too, there'd be no other chance.

"I do have those feelings Merlin, and it is blinding me from the duties I've been sworn too since birth," he admitted finally.

"Is it right to lock me, to lock anyone up for something they might not have chosen?" Merlin asked. Leon stood silent for a time, back to the forced closed bathroom door. He didn't know if Leon knew he was the one keeping it shut, or if he believed it to be a coincidence.

"Magic is deadly," Leon said finally.

"Magic is tool, a tool some chose and a tool others are forced to wield," Merlin said, parroting Gauis's words. Leon smilled just slightly.

"Did you choose it?" he asked. Merlin swallowed, and shook his head.

"I did magic before I could walk, before I could crawl," Merlin admitted, voice barely a whisper. But in the echoing quiet of the bathroom Leon heard him.

They did nothing for a time. Leon looking right at him now, but Merlin only managing to stare at Leon's shoes. The silence suffocated them, swallowed them whole, kept them in it's embrace they accepted all that had passed in the school bathroom.

"I like you Merlin, I do. But perhaps that's a conversation better saved for sometime after you get us out of here," Leon said. Merlin swallowed again, a promise of something maybe. If Merlin was lucky.

In a burst of confidence, he looked up and met Leon's eyes. They flashed gold as the door unjammed, free from the spell Merlin had forced upon to keep it closed.

Leon continued to stare at him for a moment, but finally he nodded. And that, it seemed, was that

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Merlin's magic playing up and trapping Merlin and Leon alone in a bathroom because they've been pitifully busy and apart for so so long. All Merlin wants, and what his magic acts on, is some time with his partner! It's just a shame that the first time they were together and alone was in a bathroom

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Merleon end up stuck in an airplane bathroom (or train or other method of transportation's cramped bathroom while traveling).

"The door won't open," Leon said. Merlin blinked. That was impossible.

"It's a train bathroom door, what do you mean it won't open?" he asked. Merlin had been under the impression that some vindictive entity had cursed train bathroom doors. They always opened! Often times when people didn't want them too!

"It's saying it's unlocked, but it won't budge," he said. Merlin huffed and gently pushed Leon out of the way. The little image on the lock was in fact green instead of red.

Still, if the door wasn't opening best to try. He gripped the lock and tried to turn it in the direction to unlock. It didn't budge. He tried to slide open the door. It didn't budge either.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Merlin considered kicking the door. It wouldn't actually help, but it might attract attention.

But, attention would bring questions. Why were two men in the train bathroom together? They didn't exactly have an answer for that.

Merlin hummed to himself. He turned the lock the other way, and when it showed red he tried the door again. It didn't budge.

"We're stuck aren't we?" Leon asked. Merlin waved him off and unlocked the door properly this time. He turned the lock as far as it would go. He tried the door again. Put all his strength in trying to slide it open. It didn't budge.

"Yeah, we're stuck," Merlin said, admitting defeat. Behind him Leon cursed in long dead languages.

Apparently whatever had been cursing train bathrooms had decided to do the exact opposite just to spite Merlin. Something had to happen at least once a decade! It never quieted down for long, not in the grand scheme of how long Merlin and Leon had been alive anyway.

"Magic?" Leon asked. Merlin shrugged. Doors weren't his area, and it would be hard to explain if anyone outside asked questions. Hopefully, a ticket inspector would come along and free them. Eventually.

They'd get out by the end of the day. Probably.

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BATHROOMCEPTION

Leon and Merlin are professional flippers (potentially one even has a show?) though their talents lie in different parts of the job and one tends to focus on preservation, etc. They get locked in a bathroom showroom when the owner closes up shop while they're arguing over tile or something similar.

"This is your fault," Leon informs Merlin. Merlin scoffs.

"I wasn't the one that was so adamant to have such ugly tile," Merlin shot back.

"It suits the bathroom style!" he defended, but Merlin only rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't. Not only is ugly as all hell, but it's entirely the wrong century for what we're going for," he said, shaking his head at him. Leon huffed. Normally he and Merlin got on brilliantly. Both on and off the show. Their personal lives were rather tangled, after all. But they often disagreed on things like this.

Leon knew plumbing, he knew electrics, he knew wiring. He knew how to build a house from the ground up, and he was damn good at it thank you. Merlin knew design, and preservation. He knew how to make a house suit modern needs, and still suit it's old shell. He was damn good at that. When it came to interior design, they often clashed.

They'd been so absorbed in their argument, one that the cameras weren't even there for thus one they weren't playing up for entertainment, that they'd missed final call for the display room being closed. No one had checked, and somehow their argument hadn't been heard. And now, they were locked in.

"This is your fault," Leon repeated.

"Oh fuck off," Merlin said finally. "It's the owner's fault, or the employee's fault!"

"Your fault," he muttered under his breath. Merlin rolled his eyes at him. The lights had been turned off from switches outside the room, and the only lights left were the small led lights over some tile selections, and the emergency backup lights. It was dark, and dim.

Toilets were sort of mounted to one wall, on display. In the dark it was a strangely eerie sight. Sinks sat under them, pedestal, counter, mounted, all on display. Further in were faux rooms, depicting what certain sets might look like in different bathrooms.

Merlin stalked off, as much as he loved Leon he was not in the mood to deal with him when they couldn't actually escape work. Work was occasionally tense on both of them. They enjoyed it of course, they wouldn't still be working together on the show if they didn't, but it could be tense. They were both incredibly passionate about it, Leon more the show and Merlin more the design aspect, and sometimes when their perceived plan of a room didn't quite roll out they ended up fighting. It was never serious, but it could make things awkward.

He settled himself on the lid of an toilet in one of the showcase rooms. It was far too modern of a bathroom for his taste, and far away from what little light remained, but he didn't mind. He could magic them out, but he knew there were security cameras. The phone he carried mostly for appearances and work was dead in his pocket, and he was sure Leon's was too. They'd not quite gotten the hang of modern technology yet.

They'd be stuck for hours, until the morning crew came in to prepare to open up and then they'd be free. Not the longest time him and Leon had been stuck somewhere, but it wouldn't be all that fun.

Maybe, some time in the night, they'd finally come to a decision on tile. Merlin could only hope. And maybe Leon would stop suggesting Victorian style tiles. If only Merlin would be so lucky.