#yourdestinyanddoom

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Professional Griefers - Deadmau5 ft. Gerard Way

Just give me a life, to bleedAnother world outsidethat’s full of all the awful things, that I made. 

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and they all fall down || merlin&mordred

Mordred didn't know how this had happened; how he came to be standing in the shadows of an alleyway with a gun pointing at another person. He could see the man begging him, see the tears on his face-- but no, Mordred couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He didn't wear a mask, because he knew, as well as his mentor, that his face would be the last thing the man in front of them was going to see. He wouldn't die at home, next to his wife, family around him. Instead he would die here, begging and broken, dirty and beaten.

Mordred could feel him watching.

It sent a slight shiver down his spine knowing that Merlin was there - watching. Merlin always had an intense gaze, but when they were talking of murder, planning their next move; the look in Merlin's eyes became that much more intense. It drove the boy in a sense, made him want to do this; if not for himself, then for Merlin and Merlin alone. He knew what this type of thing did to the other man, and his grip on the gun tightened impossibly. "Shut. Up," he managed to spit at the sniveling man. Mordred's teeth were grit, jaw clenched with anger and frustration which only fueled him on even more so. 

And then he heard his footsteps, slow and obvious. "Emrys," he spoke, voice gruff, gravelly. He kept his eyes on the man in front of him, not looking around to face the other man. He didn't need to see him to know who it was.  He knew it was him, could feel him with each step, feel his presence behind him like a wave of heat. He kept his arm raised, ready to shoot, ready to let Merlin teach him just what to do. This was his first lesson in control, and so far, the thrill was addictive. The power that he held with just the piece of metal in his hand was enough to make a dark, little smirk tug at his mouth. This is why Merlin liked it. He could already sense that. 

"I'm ready."

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It had been a slow day at the inn, though in Daegal's case, there was simply no such thing.  There were always messes to make, after all, and he was the one who did all the cleaning.  And so, Calder, the innkeeper had made his way to the back for a quick break while Daegal swept up the wooden floor beneath his feet, fingers holding the broom in his hands loosely.  He felt as if he'd really begun to grow used to having a steady occupation, lowly as it was.  He supposed it was better than constantly moving around.  Daegal may never have admitted it aloud, but all the travel could get lonely.

The sound of the door opening took him by surprise, plenty distracted by his own thoughts, and after a moment, he glanced over his shoulder.  Surely a strange, as most were to him, and Daegal had planned to turn away, minding his own business.  Instead, though, he found himself double taking.

"Merlin?" he asked, straightening up a bit and turning toward him, a faint smile on his face as he looked over the familiar figure standing before him.  "What're you doing here?"

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Modern!AU

Arthur’s the lead singer and guitarist in the world famous band Excalibur, situated in London yet touring the world every chance they get. His life consists of music, alcohol, groupies and denying the fact that he’s actually bisexual. Having the drummer, Gwaine, be openly gay is more than enough for one band to handle, anyway, he thinks.

Merlin is an accountant who’s not happy with the way his life turned out. He doesn’t do much after work and has slipped into a boring routine of eating, sleeping, working and obsessing over Excalibur and Arthur Pendragon in particular. When his sister Morgana gets them tickets to an Excalibur concert for Merlin’s 26th birthday, he is as terrified as he is thrilled, almost to the point of not going. He does, though, and while he’s there him and Morgana are picked out by the band’s “talent scout”, or slut radar as Morgana called him, and invited back to a suite in an expensive hotel.

They accept, just for the laughs and a shag perhaps, and though Merlin thinks it might hurt to see his sister with Arthur, because she has a much bigger chance than him considering Arthur is straight, he thinks Gwaine is really rather hot and shagging him wouldn’t be horrible in any sense of the word.

When they get there, Gwaine is not the one propositioning Merlin. Arthur is. Arthur, who stares into Merlin’s eyes as if the sun shines out of his arse… Arthur, who drags him into a room and has his wicked way with him.

Arthur, who programs his number into Merlin’s phone. 

Merlin considers not texting him, but after a month he does, and his response is a pair of tickets for Excalibur’s next concert in the mail, and the address of a hotel.

Merlin is so fucked.

{creys now I really hope you ship Merthur. Also, long plot is long. Let me know if it doesn’t make sense xD}

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Domestic!AU

As much as Mordred might not want to admit it, he likes the Warlock. He knows the thought kills Morgana, and he's not all too keen on the idea either. But really, he doesn't think it's his fault. He respects the loyalty that Merlin has, and the idea of him waiting all that time for his King to return makes Mordred respect the Warlock even more - even if he'd never tell that to Merlin's face.