May 19, 2017
“You can’t,” Gwaine says in a pained voice. “Merlin... True or false: if Arthur had so much as a single gay bone in his body, a single gay hair on his head, even, you’d be married to him by now?”
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“You can’t,” Gwaine says in a pained voice. “Merlin... True or false: if Arthur had so much as a single gay bone in his body, a single gay hair on his head, even, you’d be married to him by now?”
Merlin and Arthur have been best friends since they were kids, but even though they’re inseparable, life always seems to be getting in their way, separating them against their will. Timing, fate, and life itself seem to have conspired against them and when it comes to love, there always seems to be someone else. Will they ever get their timing right and both realize that they were meant to be together since the beginning of time (quite literally), and that even across time and space, the bond they share can never be severed? A tale of magic, friendship, family, and a love that outlasts centuries.
“I was wondering if you might come home with me.” Merlin stops mid-rant and stares at him, and then down at his panini again, and back at Arthur. This is a panini of lies and pain. He can tell already.
“For Christmas? I’ve got an uncle and a mother and a sister waiting for me at home, in case you hadn’t remembered, I’m not going home with you just because you’re a workaholic.”
“No, it’s. My mum might be under the impression that we’re a little bit married.”
In which Merlin gets conned into spending Christmas with Arthur’s family and pretending to be his husband, because somehow this is his life.
“It’s okay,” Arthur said reassuringly, and in a much gentler voice than Merlin would have thought him capable of. What was left of his heart dissolved quickly into a useless, quivering puddle as Arthur reached out to tug gently on his arm, urging him closer and speaking softly. “I wanna kiss you too. C’mere.”
Merlin finds it terribly embarrassing to talk about sex. After some research, he decides to try to do it in total darkness, whispering his fantasies into Arthur's ear as they lie cuddling in their bed after sex. He still finds it too difficult to talk about himself and Arthur, so instead he tells Arthur his fantasies of a young servant and a handsome Prince. Written for this KMM prompt: Arthur/Merlin Arthur teases Merlin because he can't say words like "cock" and "fuck" or even "sex" without blushing furiously. The truth is that Merlin gets really, really embarassed when he has to say these sort of terms out loud (...)
Another tequila slammer was passed to Arthur, he and his best mate Leon did the lick, sip, suck, Arthur so plastered already that there was no taste to it, beyond a bit of a burn. Leon looked ragged, his crazy hair sweatily scraped back behind his ears. "Great party." Arthur may have giggled. "The best. Another?" He gestured towards the tequila. "I may regret this tomorrow. If I live to regret it. I might die though. Then I won't be alive to regret it. But I'll be dead. Which I'll regret." "SHUT UP, Leon." "Okay." Two tequila's later, and Arthur and Leon were ready to prowl. They were ready to prowl like tigers. Really. For girls, though, not for game or deers, or bears. Arthur wouldn't really know the first thing about that kind of hunting.
Then Arthur saw her. She was beautiful. Tall, lissom, long, dark hair sweeping over her forehead, almost but not quite covering her eyes. Arthur thought he saw a hint of silver eyeshadow, glistening over her blue eyes. Arthur was mesmerized, couldn't look away, and somehow had to put one foot in front of another to go and talk to her.
Notes: AU where Arthur mistakes Merlin for a girl
After everything they’ve been through - all the lives they’ve lived, the battles they’ve fought - this really doesn’t matter all that much.
But it doesn’t help that the first time Arthur sees him this time around, he bursts out laughing.
Girl!Merlin and Arthur are best friends. When Merlin tells Arthur she has never seen a naked man Arthur volunteers. The only snag is that Merlin is blind, and uses her fingers to see. At that moment, Arthur has one of his more inspired ideas. It might be sheer boredom, or sympathy with his best friend, or it might just be one of those times his brain-to-mouth malfunction actually picks up on something in his subconscious – lifts it to the surface and waves it around.