It was fate
Title: It was fate
Theme and prompt/s: - A/G, Modern AU, Gwen moves in next door.
Rating: Gen, fluff really
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Author's notes: Written for the ag_fics MC6 challenge.
The first time he saw her was when she moved in. He almost stumbled across the cardboard box left haphazardly right outside his door.
“Oh my God, are you okay? Sorry.” The woman walking across the hallway hurried to move the box out of his path. “I’m Gwen, I’m moving in the apartment across the hall.”
“Arthur, nice to meet you.” She had ridiculously soft hands and a nice smile to go with the cute figure. “Do you need any help?”
“No, my brother and his ridiculously buff boyfriend are bringing up my stuff now. They’re stacking them up so I can drag them inside but as you can see, there’s been a bit of a backlog.” Indeed, four cartons were positioned right by her door, waiting to be brought inside.
“Say, why don’t I help you play catch-up?”
“Really?” Her smile brightened a little more. “That would great. If you’re sure you have nothing else to do.” He chuckled and she blushed. “I just realized how that sounded. I don’t mean that you are not busy! I mean, I don’t think you were just waiting around for the chance to lug boxes into my apartment. God, how conceited would that make me?”
“Are you rambling on again, sis?” A young man walked up the stairs.
“Shut up, Elyan.” She rolled her eyes. “Elyan, my neighbor Arthur; Arthur, my brother Elyan. Arthur was just volunteering to do your job.”
Elyan quirked an eyebrow. “I thought my job was to carry and yours was to drag.”
She narrowed her eyes. “They’re heavier than I thought.”
Arthur nearly laughed, the scene reminding him of his own sibling relationship.
Gwen turned back to him. “I guess you’re off the hook. Not that you were on the hook in the first place.”
He really laughed at that. “Then I guess I will see you around, Gwen. Bye.”
She gave him a little wave as he strolled down the stairs.
The second time that he saw her, she knocked on his door and Gwaine answered.
“Hello.” Arthur rolled his eyes; Gwaine managed to make even greetings sound like a come-on.
“Hi, is Arthur in?” Gwen! He sat up straighter.
“Why would you want to talk to him when you could be talking to me?” Alright, that was enough. He strode towards the doorway.
Gwen laughed nervously. “I had um, something for him.”
“Yes, I can see that. What’s in the box?”
Arthur shoved Gwaine back into the apartment unceremoniously. “That’s enough out of you. Hi Gwen.”
“Hi Gwen! Bye Gwen!” Gwaine shouted as he disappeared from her line of sight.
“My cousin.” Arthur explained. “What is this?” His eyes fell on the box in her hands.
“This is for you.” She pushed it into his hands and he pried it open.
“Cookies!”
“Yes. To thank you for helping me move in.”
“I didn’t do anything to deserve them.” The left corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile.
“True, but you were willing to and that counts too. I hope you like them.” She took a step back, stepping off his porch.
“I will, thanks. Bye, Gwen.”
“Bye.” Another shy wave and she walked away, back to her apartment.
Gwaine was looking at him expectantly when he sat down on the couch.
“What?”
“She’s very cute. What are you waiting for?” Gwaine pushed the lid off the box, diving in for a cookie.
“Not all of us are total horndogs.”
Gwaine moaned indecently. “This is good. Ask her out, or I will!”
With Gwaine, that was both a threat and a promise.
So the third time he saw her was two days later, as he was standing on her porch.
“Arthur!” She greeted him with a pleasant smile. He was really coming to love her smiles.
“I wanted to thank you for the cookies. They were truly delicious.” He smiled, handing her the box. “I really should be giving you something in return, but I’m horrible at cooking.” She giggled at that. “Really, the last time I tried, the apartment smelled of smoke for three weeks. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee?”
“Right now?” She blushed, looking down at her sweats and t-shirt. “I’m not sure I look presentable.”
“You look fine. Really.” He let his gaze travel appreciatively from her curly hair to her feet before flicking back to her face.
She blushed a little harder. “Thank you.” She grabbed her purse and followed him out, closing the apartment door behind her. “Tea.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I drink tea.” She repeated, as they strolled down the hallway.
He flashed her a quick, amused smile “I will be sure to remember that for future reference.”
Years later, that was the story he would tell their children and grandchildren.
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Theme and prompt/s: - A/G, Modern AU, Gwen moves in next door.
Rating: Gen, fluff really
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Author's notes: Written for the ag_fics MC6 challenge.
The first time he saw her was when she moved in. He almost stumbled across the cardboard box left haphazardly right outside his door.
“Oh my God, are you okay? Sorry.” The woman walking across the hallway hurried to move the box out of his path. “I’m Gwen, I’m moving in the apartment across the hall.”
“Arthur, nice to meet you.” She had ridiculously soft hands and a nice smile to go with the cute figure. “Do you need any help?”
“No, my brother and his ridiculously buff boyfriend are bringing up my stuff now. They’re stacking them up so I can drag them inside but as you can see, there’s been a bit of a backlog.” Indeed, four cartons were positioned right by her door, waiting to be brought inside.
“Say, why don’t I help you play catch-up?”
“Really?” Her smile brightened a little more. “That would great. If you’re sure you have nothing else to do.” He chuckled and she blushed. “I just realized how that sounded. I don’t mean that you are not busy! I mean, I don’t think you were just waiting around for the chance to lug boxes into my apartment. God, how conceited would that make me?”
“Are you rambling on again, sis?” A young man walked up the stairs.
“Shut up, Elyan.” She rolled her eyes. “Elyan, my neighbor Arthur; Arthur, my brother Elyan. Arthur was just volunteering to do your job.”
Elyan quirked an eyebrow. “I thought my job was to carry and yours was to drag.”
She narrowed her eyes. “They’re heavier than I thought.”
Arthur nearly laughed, the scene reminding him of his own sibling relationship.
Gwen turned back to him. “I guess you’re off the hook. Not that you were on the hook in the first place.”
He really laughed at that. “Then I guess I will see you around, Gwen. Bye.”
She gave him a little wave as he strolled down the stairs.
The second time that he saw her, she knocked on his door and Gwaine answered.
“Hello.” Arthur rolled his eyes; Gwaine managed to make even greetings sound like a come-on.
“Hi, is Arthur in?” Gwen! He sat up straighter.
“Why would you want to talk to him when you could be talking to me?” Alright, that was enough. He strode towards the doorway.
Gwen laughed nervously. “I had um, something for him.”
“Yes, I can see that. What’s in the box?”
Arthur shoved Gwaine back into the apartment unceremoniously. “That’s enough out of you. Hi Gwen.”
“Hi Gwen! Bye Gwen!” Gwaine shouted as he disappeared from her line of sight.
“My cousin.” Arthur explained. “What is this?” His eyes fell on the box in her hands.
“This is for you.” She pushed it into his hands and he pried it open.
“Cookies!”
“Yes. To thank you for helping me move in.”
“I didn’t do anything to deserve them.” The left corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile.
“True, but you were willing to and that counts too. I hope you like them.” She took a step back, stepping off his porch.
“I will, thanks. Bye, Gwen.”
“Bye.” Another shy wave and she walked away, back to her apartment.
Gwaine was looking at him expectantly when he sat down on the couch.
“What?”
“She’s very cute. What are you waiting for?” Gwaine pushed the lid off the box, diving in for a cookie.
“Not all of us are total horndogs.”
Gwaine moaned indecently. “This is good. Ask her out, or I will!”
With Gwaine, that was both a threat and a promise.
So the third time he saw her was two days later, as he was standing on her porch.
“Arthur!” She greeted him with a pleasant smile. He was really coming to love her smiles.
“I wanted to thank you for the cookies. They were truly delicious.” He smiled, handing her the box. “I really should be giving you something in return, but I’m horrible at cooking.” She giggled at that. “Really, the last time I tried, the apartment smelled of smoke for three weeks. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee?”
“Right now?” She blushed, looking down at her sweats and t-shirt. “I’m not sure I look presentable.”
“You look fine. Really.” He let his gaze travel appreciatively from her curly hair to her feet before flicking back to her face.
She blushed a little harder. “Thank you.” She grabbed her purse and followed him out, closing the apartment door behind her. “Tea.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I drink tea.” She repeated, as they strolled down the hallway.
He flashed her a quick, amused smile “I will be sure to remember that for future reference.”
Years later, that was the story he would tell their children and grandchildren.
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