Merthur modern AU:
They have a terrific row. Arthur storms out of their flat and goes over to Leon’s. He spends the better part of the night tossing about, fuming, before finally falling asleep on the lumpy sofa. In the middle of the night, Leon’s dog comes over to sit on his chest. It sheds fur all over his shirt.
Arthur has a crick in his neck when he returns to their house in the morning. Merlin has already left for work. But there’s a ridiculous little note waiting for Arthur on the table, one corner weighed down by his coffee cup.
Merlin has already set out his breakfast for him.
In which Morgana helps (and gets a present for Merlin)
How to get Arthur actually make a move on someone who might be interested but doesn’t exactly believe he’d have a chance? Just have Morgana nearby and you’re going to be all fine.
Birthday comic/card to ever so wonderful ZairaA. whom I have met through PaperLegends 2013!
Merlin’s Delivery Service AU » Following ancient tradition, the young warlock Merlin Emrys left his quiet hometown of Ealdor in search of a new place where he could train and develop his magical skills. Upon his flight in search of a new home, he came across the bustling seaside city of Camelot. Though the city wasn’t very welcoming at the sight of a warlock, he managed to meet a few kind people, including a girl named Gwen who owned a bakery. She allowed Merlin to stay with her as long as he used his skills to be the new delivery boy.
On Merlin’s daily runs he always seemed to run into an eccentric boy riding his bike named Arthur, an aviation lover who was completely entranced by Merlin and his magic. He never left Merlin alone, always pestering him about flying and things. The two eventually grew to be friends and slowly but surely the cityfolk grew to accept Merlin as their town warlock.
It is said that a butterfly is a sign of the king’s return.
Merlin first glimpsed the flash of red wings floating over grey umbrellas that afternoon. He’d sprinted out of the crowd, throwing aside people with shouted, hysterical apologies. He didn’t remember thundering up the stairs to his flat, hardly recalled racing back down the street with the staff in hand. All he could think of was Arthur. Heedless of the chill wind and the icy waters of the lake, Merlin threw himself into the water, shouting Arthur’s name.
Merlin gulped down air, the cold burning at his lungs. He shouted for his king again. A few people gathered on the bank of the lake, pointing at him.
“Arthur!” shouted Merlin, shoving his staff into the water. His chest heaving, a knot tightening in his throat. He fought it back down, choosing instead to bellow, “You great bumbling clotpole, I swear, if this is some kind of trick, if you-“
“You swear what, Merlin?” drawled a voice behind him, and Merlin could have picked that voice out of thousands, unmistakable in its lazy arrogance and gentle humor. “By the gods, you’d think someone had died with the way you’re carrying on.”
Merlin didn’t dare to turn around. Not now. Not after so very long. He felt Arthur’s hand on his shoulder, the touch cautious, but so very warm and alive. Arthur could feel Merlin’s shoulders trembling, watched the curl of his skinny, white fingers tighten around the staff. Merlin turned abruptly, throwing his arms around his friend and the centuries of grief and loneliness came out of him in a tiny, strangled noise.
“Merlin, are you-…?” Arthur froze.
“Just hold me. Please.” Merlin gasped into Arthur’s armor, ignoring the bite of wet, cold steel into his cheeks. His teeth chattered and he shivered violently.
“Nice to see you too,” and Arthur threw his arms around Merlin, pulling his sodden cloak around them both. “Now. Are we going to stand in a freezing cold lake all day, or did you have something else in mind?”
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Commission for NauticalNymph. Here it is on my dA.
Ficlet and art inspired by this piece: dA / tumblr. Thanks to Ptelly!
Photoshop CS-4 / Wacom Intuos 3.
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