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Title: Recipe
Rating: PG
A/N: Rather cliché, but oh well.
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When Merlin and Arthur went on their first (official) date, they’d visited a nice little Italian place in town, just a family restaurant, that wasn’t too loud or too quiet. Merlin and Arthur both had the Bolognese, with a nice red wine.
They chatted well into the evening, enjoying their meal and their chocolate gateaux dessert, and Arthur offhandedly mentioned the Bolognese his mother used to cook. The look on Arthur’s face made Merlin pause.
“It always tasted like home.”
And Merlin decided he was going to make that Bolognese.
Merlin would work hard creating new recipes and letting Arthur taste them, but not too often, to make sure Arthur didn’t catch on, but of course, Merlin’s plans rarely end as they’re supposed to. After 3 months of Bolognese every week, Arthur finally notice that they never taste the same.
“Why?”
“I, you said that… your mother would make--”
“And you were trying to find the recipe?”
“You said it tasted like home…” Merlin blushed and bit his lip, and Arthur smiled softly.
“It tasted like home with Mother and Father,” he said simply, “and your cottage pies taste of home with someone I love, and Gwen’s apple pies taste sweet and caring. All these foods are memories, and some of them belong in the past, and some don’t.”
“You just looked so happy when you thought of your mother’s Bolognese… Sorry…” Arthur stepped around the table and knelt in front of Merlin.
“Thank you for trying, but I’d prefer to taste your Bolognese, and make new memories.”
And Merlin kissed him softly on the mouth.
“How about a Stir Fry?”
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Title: Address
Rating: PG
A/N: Again, rather cliché, but...
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He stood in front of the white painted door, one hand raised to knock - as it had been for the past 5 minutes - and a crumpled piece of paper clutched in the other, baring a simple address that Merlin had been looking for, for the past 8 years.
Finally, he knocked. Just a plain, old tapity-tap, and the door opened, revealing blue eyes and an oh-so familiar face.
For the first time in centuries, he was home.
"... Merlin?"
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Title: Hospital
Rating: PG-13?
A/N: Quite angsty, but.. enjoy!
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Merlin has lived a long, long time, and every now and again he comes across a reincarnation of Arthur, and they meet, and remember (or Arthur does, anyway) and fall in love again and Arthur dies.
This time… They don’t meet, Arthur doesn’t remember, and they don’t fall in love. But Arthur does die. And that’s where Merlin finds him.
Cold, blue, and battered. Dead on the hospital bed.
And Merlin wishes he’d never became a doctor, for once again he’s faced with someone he can’t save. Someone he’s never been able to save.
And it breaks him.
Disclaimer: If I had a penny for every fandom I own... I'd still have no money.
Rating: PG
A/N: Rather cliché, but oh well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Merlin and Arthur went on their first (official) date, they’d visited a nice little Italian place in town, just a family restaurant, that wasn’t too loud or too quiet. Merlin and Arthur both had the Bolognese, with a nice red wine.
They chatted well into the evening, enjoying their meal and their chocolate gateaux dessert, and Arthur offhandedly mentioned the Bolognese his mother used to cook. The look on Arthur’s face made Merlin pause.
“It always tasted like home.”
And Merlin decided he was going to make that Bolognese.
Merlin would work hard creating new recipes and letting Arthur taste them, but not too often, to make sure Arthur didn’t catch on, but of course, Merlin’s plans rarely end as they’re supposed to. After 3 months of Bolognese every week, Arthur finally notice that they never taste the same.
“Why?”
“I, you said that… your mother would make--”
“And you were trying to find the recipe?”
“You said it tasted like home…” Merlin blushed and bit his lip, and Arthur smiled softly.
“It tasted like home with Mother and Father,” he said simply, “and your cottage pies taste of home with someone I love, and Gwen’s apple pies taste sweet and caring. All these foods are memories, and some of them belong in the past, and some don’t.”
“You just looked so happy when you thought of your mother’s Bolognese… Sorry…” Arthur stepped around the table and knelt in front of Merlin.
“Thank you for trying, but I’d prefer to taste your Bolognese, and make new memories.”
And Merlin kissed him softly on the mouth.
“How about a Stir Fry?”
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Title: Address
Rating: PG
A/N: Again, rather cliché, but...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He stood in front of the white painted door, one hand raised to knock - as it had been for the past 5 minutes - and a crumpled piece of paper clutched in the other, baring a simple address that Merlin had been looking for, for the past 8 years.
Finally, he knocked. Just a plain, old tapity-tap, and the door opened, revealing blue eyes and an oh-so familiar face.
For the first time in centuries, he was home.
"... Merlin?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: Hospital
Rating: PG-13?
A/N: Quite angsty, but.. enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Merlin has lived a long, long time, and every now and again he comes across a reincarnation of Arthur, and they meet, and remember (or Arthur does, anyway) and fall in love again and Arthur dies.
This time… They don’t meet, Arthur doesn’t remember, and they don’t fall in love. But Arthur does die. And that’s where Merlin finds him.
Cold, blue, and battered. Dead on the hospital bed.
And Merlin wishes he’d never became a doctor, for once again he’s faced with someone he can’t save. Someone he’s never been able to save.
And it breaks him.
Disclaimer: If I had a penny for every fandom I own... I'd still have no money.