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(Merlin. Gen. Merlin, Arthur. 349 words. PG)
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After Arthur opened his eyes and looked at him with a confused expression for the hundredth time, Merlin was sure, without a doubt, that he had somehow taken the place of Arthur's protective spirit.
Really, there was no other way that Arthur could have been alive long enough to meet him if he didn't have some sort of spirit watching over him. Arthur could be handy with a sword but he was completely thick when it came to magic and magical things had a way of finding Arthur.
This last one had been an enchanted butterfly. Arthur had, of course, laughed at the idea of a butterfly being threatening but hours later he was in bed feverish, having one of his frequent close encounters with death.
Merlin had to go to the forest, offer reverence to some sort of fairy clan, hunt down a blue stone in the river and make a ritual dance he won't be telling anyone about ever, just to get the spell that would cure the prince. And all that before the midday meal.
It was no surprise that as soon as Merlin walked into Camelot and the Dragon proclaimed him to be Arthur's destiny, the guardian spirit took the chance to flee. After all, as Merlin was finding out, keeping Arthur alive was a lot of work.
And the prat didn't eve seem to notice it. As soon as he recovered from his ill-fated butterfly attack he went out to train his knights and ordered Merlin to polish his armor, sharpen his sword, change the bedclothes and have supper ready when he came back.
Merlin wonders sometimes if he'll be able to give the job back. After all, he's managed to become not only Arthur's guardian spirit but also his manservant, something the previous spirit most definitely didn’t have to put up with. He's not holding his breath, though. What are the chances of another powerful sorcerer walking into Camelot who just happens to be the Future King's destiny? And either way, no one else would be able to do handle the workload anyway.
Definitely Unusual
(Merlin. Arthur/Merlin. 480 words. PG)
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It was all Merlin's fault, as things like these usually were. After all, few things had been normal in Arthur's life since Merlin had come to Camelot. Before Merlin he certainly hadn't been trapped on an apparently enchanted island with Merlin by his side as they waited for the first rays of sun that would, according to the Nymph – yes, Nymph and Arthur was still trying to wrap his head around that one – unlock the island's magical protection and let them leave.
"It's not my fault," Merlin grumbled from where he was resting against a stone wall, apparently the only standing ruin of a once mighty construction.
"Right, Merlin, and it wasn't your complete inability to follow simple instructions what brought us here." Arthur glared at him. 'Stay here' wasn't such a difficult command to follow, but no, Merlin had to go investigate a mysterious sound and fall into the river and get trapped in a current and---
"You didn't have to jump in after me," Merlin said.
"Next time I'll let you drown," Arthur lied. "Are you shivering?"
Merlin shrugged. "It's cold."
Arthur rolled his eyes but moved from where he was sitting to get beside Merlin. He wrapped his coat over them both
"What are you doing?" Merlin asked.
"Shut up."
"Arthur—"
"You could have died, you idiot!" Arthur said. "Why can't you simply do as you're told?"
"I'm alright," Merlin mumbled.
"This time but what about the next time? You really have the worst self preservation instincts I've seen, you might as well—"
Merlin's lips were on him.
He should push him back, he should say something but the small voice that told Arthur this was definitely unusual was silenced but the louder one that was busy cheering.
And then Arthur was kissing Merlin back and it was better than he could have dreamed of. The earth rumbled and the wind picked up and Arthur felt like he was floating and rivers of energy were running from him to Merlin and making him feel warm light.
When they parted the kiss Arthur was smiling. He opened his eyes, though he didn't remember closing them, and promptly uttered a stream of curses.
Merlin's eyes opened too and the moment he looked down, and realized as Arthur had that they were actually floating a meter above the ground, they both plummeted down.
Arthur's opened his mouth and closed it again a few times. "Where we just…? Did we…? Merlin!"
"Sire?" Merlin looked sheepish.
"Did you just?" Arthur made an upward gesture with his finger.
"Uh, well, the thing is--"
Arthur moved closer to him and even though he was still having trouble forming words he managed to say, "Think you can do it again?"
It was Merlin's fault, definitely, because Arthur had never found himself kissing and floating before. And he had no intention to stop.
(Merlin. Gen. Merlin, Arthur. 349 words. PG)
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aka_anonymousAfter Arthur opened his eyes and looked at him with a confused expression for the hundredth time, Merlin was sure, without a doubt, that he had somehow taken the place of Arthur's protective spirit.
Really, there was no other way that Arthur could have been alive long enough to meet him if he didn't have some sort of spirit watching over him. Arthur could be handy with a sword but he was completely thick when it came to magic and magical things had a way of finding Arthur.
This last one had been an enchanted butterfly. Arthur had, of course, laughed at the idea of a butterfly being threatening but hours later he was in bed feverish, having one of his frequent close encounters with death.
Merlin had to go to the forest, offer reverence to some sort of fairy clan, hunt down a blue stone in the river and make a ritual dance he won't be telling anyone about ever, just to get the spell that would cure the prince. And all that before the midday meal.
It was no surprise that as soon as Merlin walked into Camelot and the Dragon proclaimed him to be Arthur's destiny, the guardian spirit took the chance to flee. After all, as Merlin was finding out, keeping Arthur alive was a lot of work.
And the prat didn't eve seem to notice it. As soon as he recovered from his ill-fated butterfly attack he went out to train his knights and ordered Merlin to polish his armor, sharpen his sword, change the bedclothes and have supper ready when he came back.
Merlin wonders sometimes if he'll be able to give the job back. After all, he's managed to become not only Arthur's guardian spirit but also his manservant, something the previous spirit most definitely didn’t have to put up with. He's not holding his breath, though. What are the chances of another powerful sorcerer walking into Camelot who just happens to be the Future King's destiny? And either way, no one else would be able to do handle the workload anyway.
Definitely Unusual
(Merlin. Arthur/Merlin. 480 words. PG)
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lavenderfrostIt was all Merlin's fault, as things like these usually were. After all, few things had been normal in Arthur's life since Merlin had come to Camelot. Before Merlin he certainly hadn't been trapped on an apparently enchanted island with Merlin by his side as they waited for the first rays of sun that would, according to the Nymph – yes, Nymph and Arthur was still trying to wrap his head around that one – unlock the island's magical protection and let them leave.
"It's not my fault," Merlin grumbled from where he was resting against a stone wall, apparently the only standing ruin of a once mighty construction.
"Right, Merlin, and it wasn't your complete inability to follow simple instructions what brought us here." Arthur glared at him. 'Stay here' wasn't such a difficult command to follow, but no, Merlin had to go investigate a mysterious sound and fall into the river and get trapped in a current and---
"You didn't have to jump in after me," Merlin said.
"Next time I'll let you drown," Arthur lied. "Are you shivering?"
Merlin shrugged. "It's cold."
Arthur rolled his eyes but moved from where he was sitting to get beside Merlin. He wrapped his coat over them both
"What are you doing?" Merlin asked.
"Shut up."
"Arthur—"
"You could have died, you idiot!" Arthur said. "Why can't you simply do as you're told?"
"I'm alright," Merlin mumbled.
"This time but what about the next time? You really have the worst self preservation instincts I've seen, you might as well—"
Merlin's lips were on him.
He should push him back, he should say something but the small voice that told Arthur this was definitely unusual was silenced but the louder one that was busy cheering.
And then Arthur was kissing Merlin back and it was better than he could have dreamed of. The earth rumbled and the wind picked up and Arthur felt like he was floating and rivers of energy were running from him to Merlin and making him feel warm light.
When they parted the kiss Arthur was smiling. He opened his eyes, though he didn't remember closing them, and promptly uttered a stream of curses.
Merlin's eyes opened too and the moment he looked down, and realized as Arthur had that they were actually floating a meter above the ground, they both plummeted down.
Arthur's opened his mouth and closed it again a few times. "Where we just…? Did we…? Merlin!"
"Sire?" Merlin looked sheepish.
"Did you just?" Arthur made an upward gesture with his finger.
"Uh, well, the thing is--"
Arthur moved closer to him and even though he was still having trouble forming words he managed to say, "Think you can do it again?"
It was Merlin's fault, definitely, because Arthur had never found himself kissing and floating before. And he had no intention to stop.
