So lost in the moments when you're in them, NC17, Arthur/Merlin
So lost in the moments when you're in them...
Author: wedabble
Rating: NC-17ish
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Merlin.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, slight mentions of Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Angst and a whole lot of it. This fic MAY make you dislike Arthur, slightly.
Summary: Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
A/N: This may be pretty angsty for a Merlin fic, but I hope you give it a chance. I'm kinda proud of it XD
As always comments are LOVE.
Dedicated to kajmere because our love of the song this fic is based on knows no bounds.
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe...
You watch as his bags become fuller and fuller from the clothes he is stuffing inside.
“Don’t…” Your voice is cracking…pleading with him. He doesn’t flinch. You know he has had enough.
“Merlin…” You whisper and reach for him. He pulls away, straps his bag over his shoulder and brushes past you without a word.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. High off of love, drunk from my hate...and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
He won't speak to you. He’s there, watching as you train. You try to impress him. He does not seem phased.
He takes your armor off. You lean in to capture his lips. He pulls back and spits in your face.
You know you deserve it.
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed...
You have turned him into someone you don’t recognize. And now your someone you don’t like.
He does not believe a word you say now, after everything.
You’re not sure why you did it. Why that woman…meant more to you than him. Why having her, behind the stables, had to happen when you had the world, literally, at your call. The kingdom, admiration, power, money…him.
But you’re weak you know that.
And so does he.
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em...
You had come so far. The two of you. He started out as your servant…then your friend. And then one day you just looked at him and the heavens aligned. The first time you kissed him…nothing felt more perfect in your life.
You once told him one night as he lay in your bed that you would give up everything for him.
He smiled, touched the side of your face and promised the same.
He loves the way you lie.
Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em, You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em, now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them. You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, hit 'em, throw 'em down, pin 'em; So lost in the moments when you're in them. It's the rage that took over it controls you both
You thought this was how love was supposed to be. Passionate, unapologetic.
He doesn’t feel the same. He wants respect; you demand it.
But how can you demand it when you don’t deserve it?
“I’m not playing this game with you anymore, Arthur.”
You grab his arm and push him against the door he just tried to open.
“You’re not leaving. Not again.”
“Let go of me.”
You bite his lower lip and he whimpers. He struggles against you but you hold his thin body firmly against the wooden door.
“You don’t really want to leave…” You mumble against his neck. You pin his hands down at his side.
“Stop…” He pleads. Some how he gets a hand free and grips your face, hard. You pull away and slam his back against the door.
“Don’t start battles you cannot win, Merlin.”
“Sod off.” He growls.
You smash your mouth to his. He claws at your face but you never give up. Finally his mouth opens and you slam your tongue past his.
You both fall to the floor, clothes ripping.
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. But your temper's just as bad as mine is; you're the same as me. But when it comes to love you're just as blinded...
He slams your breakfast down on the table in front of you.
“Was that Gwen I just saw leaving?”
You nod, popping some grapes into your mouth.
“She spend the night?”
You raise an eye brow. “And if she did?”
His face falls and you instantly regret your entire life.
“Then I commend her for being able to share a bed with such a sodding prat.”
“She doesn’t ever seem to complain. Only you.”
He grips the edge of the table. “Then it's probably for the best I no longer share your bed.”
“Whatever you feel is best, Meeeeeeeerlin.”
He turns and heads toward the door. You’re stomach lurches.
“You’ll be at training, yes? No one does quite get me prepared like you.”
He leaves without a word.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems. Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano; all I know is I love you too much to walk away though...
“I don’t know why I always come back.” He whispers.
You brush his hair back off his forehead. “Cause you love me.”
“I do.” His eyes are warm, just like his body. “I just wish you felt the same.”
“And who says I do not?”
“You.”
“I never once said I didn’t.”
“You never once said you did.” He pauses. “There should be nothing between us.”
You consider this. “Fine." You press your lips to his ear. "I love you.”You pull back and raise an eye brow at him. “Is there anything you want to confess to me?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
You love the way he lies.
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I’m sure you’d manage. You did before.”
“I don’t remember my life before you came into it.”
He touches the side of your face before leaving your chambers.
“I do love the way you lie.”
If he ever tries to fucking leave again I'm going to tie him to the bed and set this house on fire
“You could have gotten yourself KILLED!” You take his face in my hands, eyeing the huge scratch across his cheek.
“I’m fine.” He winces when you touch it gently.
You clean him up, his limp body lying still on the bed. You crawl beside him and cover his now naked body.
“Don’t ever do that to me again. I could not handle if anything happened to you.” You kiss the side of his head and he rolls into you. You hold him until the sun rises, making sure he is breathing.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie...I love the way you lie
“How do you plead to these accusations?”
Uther stands before you, your own father, eying you like the enemy. You can feel Merlin’s eyes burning into you from behind as he kneels in shackles.
You can feel the world you had grown so accustomed to falling in rubble around you. Your kingdom and your love.
You close your eyes and will forgiveness.
“They are nothing but false. There is nothing between the servant boy and I, father.”
Author: wedabble
Rating: NC-17ish
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Merlin.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, slight mentions of Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Angst and a whole lot of it. This fic MAY make you dislike Arthur, slightly.
Summary: Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
A/N: This may be pretty angsty for a Merlin fic, but I hope you give it a chance. I'm kinda proud of it XD
As always comments are LOVE.
Dedicated to kajmere because our love of the song this fic is based on knows no bounds.
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe...
You watch as his bags become fuller and fuller from the clothes he is stuffing inside.
“Don’t…” Your voice is cracking…pleading with him. He doesn’t flinch. You know he has had enough.
“Merlin…” You whisper and reach for him. He pulls away, straps his bag over his shoulder and brushes past you without a word.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. High off of love, drunk from my hate...and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
He won't speak to you. He’s there, watching as you train. You try to impress him. He does not seem phased.
He takes your armor off. You lean in to capture his lips. He pulls back and spits in your face.
You know you deserve it.
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed...
You have turned him into someone you don’t recognize. And now your someone you don’t like.
He does not believe a word you say now, after everything.
You’re not sure why you did it. Why that woman…meant more to you than him. Why having her, behind the stables, had to happen when you had the world, literally, at your call. The kingdom, admiration, power, money…him.
But you’re weak you know that.
And so does he.
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em...
You had come so far. The two of you. He started out as your servant…then your friend. And then one day you just looked at him and the heavens aligned. The first time you kissed him…nothing felt more perfect in your life.
You once told him one night as he lay in your bed that you would give up everything for him.
He smiled, touched the side of your face and promised the same.
He loves the way you lie.
Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em, You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em, now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them. You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, hit 'em, throw 'em down, pin 'em; So lost in the moments when you're in them. It's the rage that took over it controls you both
You thought this was how love was supposed to be. Passionate, unapologetic.
He doesn’t feel the same. He wants respect; you demand it.
But how can you demand it when you don’t deserve it?
“I’m not playing this game with you anymore, Arthur.”
You grab his arm and push him against the door he just tried to open.
“You’re not leaving. Not again.”
“Let go of me.”
You bite his lower lip and he whimpers. He struggles against you but you hold his thin body firmly against the wooden door.
“You don’t really want to leave…” You mumble against his neck. You pin his hands down at his side.
“Stop…” He pleads. Some how he gets a hand free and grips your face, hard. You pull away and slam his back against the door.
“Don’t start battles you cannot win, Merlin.”
“Sod off.” He growls.
You smash your mouth to his. He claws at your face but you never give up. Finally his mouth opens and you slam your tongue past his.
You both fall to the floor, clothes ripping.
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. But your temper's just as bad as mine is; you're the same as me. But when it comes to love you're just as blinded...
He slams your breakfast down on the table in front of you.
“Was that Gwen I just saw leaving?”
You nod, popping some grapes into your mouth.
“She spend the night?”
You raise an eye brow. “And if she did?”
His face falls and you instantly regret your entire life.
“Then I commend her for being able to share a bed with such a sodding prat.”
“She doesn’t ever seem to complain. Only you.”
He grips the edge of the table. “Then it's probably for the best I no longer share your bed.”
“Whatever you feel is best, Meeeeeeeerlin.”
He turns and heads toward the door. You’re stomach lurches.
“You’ll be at training, yes? No one does quite get me prepared like you.”
He leaves without a word.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems. Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano; all I know is I love you too much to walk away though...
“I don’t know why I always come back.” He whispers.
You brush his hair back off his forehead. “Cause you love me.”
“I do.” His eyes are warm, just like his body. “I just wish you felt the same.”
“And who says I do not?”
“You.”
“I never once said I didn’t.”
“You never once said you did.” He pauses. “There should be nothing between us.”
You consider this. “Fine." You press your lips to his ear. "I love you.”You pull back and raise an eye brow at him. “Is there anything you want to confess to me?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
You love the way he lies.
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I’m sure you’d manage. You did before.”
“I don’t remember my life before you came into it.”
He touches the side of your face before leaving your chambers.
“I do love the way you lie.”
If he ever tries to fucking leave again I'm going to tie him to the bed and set this house on fire
“You could have gotten yourself KILLED!” You take his face in my hands, eyeing the huge scratch across his cheek.
“I’m fine.” He winces when you touch it gently.
You clean him up, his limp body lying still on the bed. You crawl beside him and cover his now naked body.
“Don’t ever do that to me again. I could not handle if anything happened to you.” You kiss the side of his head and he rolls into you. You hold him until the sun rises, making sure he is breathing.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie...I love the way you lie
“How do you plead to these accusations?”
Uther stands before you, your own father, eying you like the enemy. You can feel Merlin’s eyes burning into you from behind as he kneels in shackles.
You can feel the world you had grown so accustomed to falling in rubble around you. Your kingdom and your love.
You close your eyes and will forgiveness.
“They are nothing but false. There is nothing between the servant boy and I, father.”