Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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Merlin waits in the pouring rain for Arthur to pick him up
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED, HONEST. The prompt was sweet and short, but - well. I hope you like it!
Character death is mentioned, but is not Merlin or Arthur. Homophobia is implied.
It’s Sunday, and the air is heavy with the promise of rain. Merlin sighs but gets up anyway, readying himself and making sure he packs a raincoat, just in case. He’s still half-asleep when he goes to the kitchen because he takes two cups out of the cupboard and stares at them, unseeing, as the water boils in the kettle.
He fixes himself coffee. The other cup stays there, forgotten.
The bus stop is empty when he gets there, jogging up to make sure he isn’t late. The backpack bounces up on down on his back; his feet hit the pavement and he itches to feel real dirt and grass underneath, instead of uneven cobblestone. He barely makes it.
The bus-driver nods at him absently; not many people have business at the outskirts of the city this early on a Sunday morning, but Merlin never fails to show up. The driver chats with him, sometimes, but doesn’t ask any ( ... )
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Meeting his father for the first time was an awkward affair. Merlin was sixteen - an adult by his own standards. His mother had never spoken much about the man, except that he was a doctor.
‘We haven’t known each other for long,’ she explained after he had drilled her long enough. ‘And we were separated before I found out I was pregnant.’
‘If you were both doctors how come you didn’t know about contraception?’ Merlin asked another time, in a fit of childish rage. His mother only smiled.
He learned later about Doctors Without Borders. His mother had gone on one mission and came back pregnant, and then a small child kept her home. The story was so Hollywood-clichéd Merlin couldn’t help but laugh at her.
He laughed even harder, although much more hysterically, when Balinor finally found them. He showed up one evening on their doorstep, sun-tanned and bearded like a wild man. Merlin slipped away quietly while his parents fought and shouted and laughed, catching up on sixteen years of stolen time. He crashed at Arthur’s place. Arthur didn ( ... )
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First time Merlin kissed Arthur, he was drunk and Morgana dared him do it, in the hopes he would embarrass himself completely. And Merlin was embarrassed, because the crush he had on his (straight) best friend was decidedly too awkward.
But it was a challenge, and Arthur never backed away from a challenge. He kissed back with way too much tongue, to put on a good show. By the time they were done half of the room was wolf-whistling, and Morgana was taking pictures.
(They kept the pictures).
A couple of days later Arthur asked Merlin out, properly. They went to watch a movie and for dinner, which was pretty much what they already did every week. But then Arthur invited Merlin over and kissed him in the kitchen of his big, fancy house, until they were both breathless and too aroused to try for finesse and romance as they brought each other off.
It was a small miracle that Uther only walked in on them three months later, when they already decided to become a couple. Arthur untangled himself from Merlin’s limbs while Merlin was too ( ... )
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‘Is this really what you think?’ Arthur asked eventually. His voice was ice-cold.
‘I want you to be happy,’ Merlin said gently. ‘Your father is making you miserable, and you’re letting him.’
Arthur got up. He was already wearing an immaculate suit that he always chose for formal occasions, such as family dinner. When he pulled on a coat Merlin was suddenly very, very afraid.
‘Arthur-‘ he began in a soft voice.
‘He’s my father,’ Arthur said. ‘I’m sorry if we don’t live up to your high standards, Merlin.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘Home. Don’t wait for me.’
He collected his possessions - wallet, Blackberry, car keys - and shut the door behind him.
That was three weeks ago. Merlin hasn’t seen him since.
At half past twelve, a thunder sounds again.
Merlin has almost given up. He briefly entertains the thought of just staying here, curling up beneath a tree and letting the steady beat of rain lull him to sleep.
When he hears a car making its way through the mud he’s sure his mind is playing tricks on him. He doesn’t let himself turn, even ( ... )
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I always associate thousands of things with heavy rain. This one will be one more ^^
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‘Now get in the damn car,’ Arthur says. He doesn’t loosen his hold - if anything he pulls Merlin even closer, until they are both pressed together so tight Merlin can barely breathe. ‘And don’t ever let me leave again.’
My heart!!!
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Wow! What an absolutely beautiful fill! This was really, really lovely and touching and thank you so much for writing it! <3
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