01 January 2013 @ 03:57 pm
To All My Lovelies,

I would really like to take this moment to first wish you all the happiest New Year. I would also like to extend my gratitude to all of the participants of this community. Truly, you are the heart and soul of the community and without you there would be no function, so again I am just overly thankful for all the hard work and effort you have put into everything.

One more great big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tambear13and [livejournal.com profile] fuckyeah, my incredible mods. This community, which is my baby, would not be what it is without both of your extraordinary input and dedication to seeing it through.

I would also like to thanks [livejournal.com profile] bunnysworld, who have been with us from the beginning. She had written for every single prompt (she even did a story using all the previous prompts). My darling thank you for being with us,you've shown
unwavering enthusiasm for this community that thank you doesn't seem enough. Therefore, as a gift we would like you to choose this month prompts.

Below you will find the masterlist for our first Holiday Exchange Fest. Thanks to all who participated, you have really made this event really successful, so much so seeing as how it is just the first of what we hope is many. If you haven’t yet, please go read and comment on the amazing and wonderful work that these writers and artists have created.

Also, there's AO3 collection open if you all wish to post your work on A03.

Holiday Exchange Fest- Masterlist )
 
 
30 December 2012 @ 09:05 am
Title: Is This Just Fantasy?
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] alby_mangroves
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sophia_clark
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Merlin is moping and missing his friends. Enter Arthur.
Warnings: Extreme fluff
Word Count: 1,703
Author's Notes: Title taken from Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Based on the following prompts: snow, UST, modern setting, snowball fights, puffy coats, fun. I hope you enjoy this story, dear prompter! Happy holidays!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

Is This Just Fantasy? )
 
 
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
 
 
29 December 2012 @ 02:15 pm
Title: Fairy Lights
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] thecheekydragon
Artist: [livejournal.com profile] mushroomtale
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin x Arthur
Media: pencils, Photoshop
Artist’s Notes: Cheeky, when you put magic and snow together, I immediately think: fairy lights in the arctic. Now a part of me is wishing that I'd gone with a traditional White Christmas theme, but I wanted to make something a bit different for you, so hope you like this anyway. Keep warm and happy holidays! <333
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29 December 2012 @ 01:08 am
Title: Christmas With A Loved One
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] rotrude
Author: [livejournal.com profile] inspired_being
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur and Merlin do the family rounds on their first Christmas together.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,632
Author's Notes: I think I managed to cover just about everything… except chimeysweeps. I would have needed at least another 1000 words for that (sorry!). I was afraid it was a mash when I first gave it to my beta [livejournal.com profile] creative_person but she assured me it was all okay. So, I hope it is to your liking and brings a smile to your face. Merry Christmas and a hope you a have Happy New Year!!!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

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Christmas With A Loved One )

~*inspired being*~
 
 
Current Mood: accomplished
 
 
29 December 2012 @ 01:01 am
Title: Dawn of a New Era
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] mushroomtale
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Rating:PG
Pairing/s:Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Today is a very special day in Camelot. It's the day Albion will crown its High King. (And Arthur's not a bit nervous!)
Warnings: A bit flufferific, but needed after this week IMHO...
Word Count: just an eeeek > 2,000
Author's Notes: For the lovely [livejournal.com profile] mushroomtale. Your Merlin art is amazing and beautiful! I can't tell you how hard it was to get into "Happy Golden Age of Camelot Canon AU" mode after watching that finale episode! But, I'm SO glad I did. It was very cathartic. I hope it will be for you, too! Happy Holidays! :D (PS ~ I am an idiot for not profusely thanking my lovely beta [livejournal.com profile] k_nightfox. Lord, I'm a jerk! hee)
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

Dawn of a New Era

“Stop fidgeting, Arthur.”

Despite himself, Arthur jumped at the sound of Merlin’s voice.

“I am not fidgeting, Merlin…” Arthur huffed as he tugged at the neck of his maroon gambeson.

“Sure, you’re not…” Merlin muttered as he crossed the room. He pried Arthur’s fingers away from the uneven collar, deftly retied the mismatched strings and brushed his long fingers along Arthur’s chest and shoulders in a gesture that was much more about calming his skittish lover’s anxieties than removing wrinkles.

Merlin rolled his eyes theatrically. “Just like you’re not nervous….”

“I’m not!” he insisted, giving Merlin a disgruntled look. “Besides, you should be getting yourself ready, not bothering me right now.”

Merlin stepped back and did a slow turn with arms outstretched, allowing Arthur to take in his dress attire:  black boots, black breeches, and his ever-present red neckerchief jauntily tucked into the collar of his dark blue quilted velvet jacket.  Arthur’s precious gift of Ygraine’s sigil hung from a braided chain at his breast, and over all of this was his formal Court Sorcerer’s cloak. It was the color of midnight and had hundreds of runes embroidered in metallic thread along its edges that matched the silver that had recently begun to streak the wiry man’s temples.

“I am ready, Arthur…which you would have noticed if you weren’t so damn worked up.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You may be my Consort, but you’re still not allowed to talk to me like that, Merlin. I am the King, after all…”

“That never stopped me before…” Merlin’s cerulean eyes twinkled over a cheeky grin.

Arthur just huffed and rolled his eyes. “And where the hell is Aelfric? He should be helping me get dressed!” Arthur started pacing agitatedly, running an impatient hand over his golden beard.

Merlin picked up Arthur’s perfectly polished chainmail from the table and motioned for him to stop.

“I told him to stay away from you and these chambers at all costs today, Arthur,” he said, expertly pulling the mail over Arthur’s head and helping him tuck his arms inside.  “You’re a bear to deal with when you’re like this. After ten years as your servant, I should know.”

“Well, at least I’m not the idiot who accidentally made it rain in the council chambers last week,” Arthur smirked as he tucked his head through the chainmail hood Merlin proffered.

“Aw, come on, Arthur, that’s not fair! You know how Leon drones on at times. I was half asleep and got thirsty. How was I supposed to know that would happen?” The wounded face the warlock pulled was so pitiful it was almost laughable.

“Perhaps because you are the foremost authority of magic in this land,” Arthur responded reasonably with a teasing smirk. “Besides, you’ve attended thousands of council meetings with me over the years and never made anything like that happen before.”

“Yes, well, I was never expected to actually listen to the proceedings then, either,” Merlin grumbled and pouted so spectacularly that Arthur could not suppress a chuckle when he pulled the other man into his embrace, placing a penitent kiss against those beloved lips.

Instantly, Merlin stepped closer, pulling Arthur’s hips against his with one hand while the other snaked up Arthur’s chest to play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

Arthur groaned and grasped both of Merlin’s buttocks, pulling him into sharp and intimate contact. But a hair's breadth later, Arthur sighed and stepped back, putting space between them again. “As much as I’d like to, we shouldn’t start something we definitely don’t have time to finish right now…”

Merlin took a shaky breath to collect himself before opening his eyes. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, Pendragon, just because you’re a good kisser.”

Arthur let out a bark of laughter at that. “Flatterer.”

Merlin rolled his eyes heavenward. “Such a prat…You’re so full of yourself, we’ll be lucky if the crown still fits that cabbage head of yours.”

“Well, we’ll never find out if you don’t shut up long enough to get me bloody dressed.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Merlin gathered up the overtunic bearing the Pendragon crest and tugged it over Arthur’s head with just a bit more force than necessary.

“Oi!” Arthur protested loudly. “You’re fixing that…” he grumbled, running his fingers through his sandy hair to comb down the mess Merlin had made of it.

With the excuse of grabbing Arthur’s sword belt, Merlin turned his head and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning like a madman.

When Merlin met Arthur’s eyes moments later, however, his brows scrunched with worry at the suddenly solemn visage of his king. “What? What is it, Arthur?”

Arthur stared across the room, his eyes unfocused. “I…just can’t believe this is happening.”

Merlin tightened and looped Arthur’s belt, slid Excalibur into its scabbard and then straightened so he could put a reassuring hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “I can. If anyone deserves this kind of recognition, Arthur… it’s you.”

Arthur shook his head a little. “No, I meant…that the Kingdoms are reunited and Albion is at peace at long last. It seems a bit…surreal, you know?”

“A bit,” Merlin agreed, a tender and proud smile curling at the edges of his mouth. “But you’ve always had it in you. I never doubted you could do it.”

We,” Arthur corrected, placing a mirroring hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “We did it, Merlin. I could not possibly have achieved all of this without you.”

“Arthur…” Merlin began to protest, but stopped speaking when Arthur’s fingers squeezed his shoulder.

“Do not even bother denying it. I would have been lost without your easy friendship, your wise counsel, and your steadfast devotion to me and to Camelot.”

Although it was true that Arthur had vastly improved in speaking from the heart over the years, the same could not be said of Merlin’s ability to receive said praise and recognition. He couldn’t quite meet Arthur’s eyes as a slow blush crept up from his neck into his cheeks. They flamed against his otherwise alabaster skin.

“Would you stop that, you idiot?” Arthur remonstrated, lightly cuffing Merlin on the back of the head.  “Learn to take a compliment, for Gods’ sake!”

“Great…” Merlin griped, “now I have to fix both your hair and mine…”

However, the flush of embarrassment had faded and, although Merlin was now annoyed with him, Arthur still found it a vast improvement over the shy and meek persona he’d just seen. That didn’t suit Merlin at all. And when Merlin met Arthur’s eyes again and smiled despite himself, Arthur thought, Mission accomplished.

~ ~ ~

Merlin stood on the dais in the main audience room to the left of Arthur’s throne, hands clasped in front of him in the very picture of solemnity. Atop his head he wore the studded circlet that Arthur used to wear before he was named Crown Prince, as was befitting his role as the Royal Consort.

Over the years, he’d gotten used to (if not altogether comfortable with) people staring at him due to his raised status. But today, all eyes were on Arthur as he strode toward the front of the great room, proud and tall, his scarlet Camelot cloak billowing behind him as he walked.

Arthur climbed the steps to stand before his throne, one hand by his side, the other resting comfortably on the handle of Excalibur.

Geoffrey of Monmouth stepped forward, nodding once each to Arthur and Merlin before asking in his clear, booming voice, “Who amongst you have come to pledge fealty to King Arthur Pendragon?”

King Rodor of Nemeth was the first to approach the dais. He knelt on one knee and swore to follow the young man that had more than earned his and his kingdom’s devotion by saving his and Mithian’s lives and restoring them to their throne after an attack by Morgana.

Queen Annis of Caerleon approached next, vowing to protect and serve the man who had once averted a war with humility and bravery, and had returned many good, strong men to her realm after defeating Morgana’s forces in Ismere.

Next was King Bayard of Mercia, who had not forgotten the brave young Prince who had gone on quest to save the life of his servant, and who had uncovered the plot of the Sorceress Nimueh that had pitted his kingship against the Pendragons.

King Lot of Essetir was the last ruler of the Five Kingdoms to swear his fealty, but he was no less sincere for that. Essetir had fallen into a time of unrest and poverty a few years after King Cenred’s disgraceful end at the hands of Morgause, and Camelot’s King had pledged his assistance to the newly-minted king…and followed up on that offer many, many times over the years in a sure sign of good will.

But the line of royalty who wished to honor Arthur did not stop there. King Odin also knelt before the man who had, in a strange twist of fate, become almost a second son to him. King Olaf also pledged his loyalty to the man who had nobly spared his life even after Olaf had threatened his own. King Godwin of Gawant also offered all the assistance and loyalty his small kingdom could offer in repayment for the healing of his only daughter Elena from a Sidhe possession. King Ephraim, the new ruler of the land Alined hailed from, could not have been more different from his Great Uncle.  Where Alined had been sneaky and cruel, Ephraim was trustworthy and patient. He was more than pleased to become a part of something as truly remarkable as a united Albion.

Once the last of the dignitaries had made their oaths, Merlin stepped forward and nimbly unclasped the Camelot cloak from around Arthur’s shoulders and set it aside. A page stepped forward, holding a folded cloak.

As Merlin picked it up by the collar and let the material unfurl so that the room could see it, there was a gasp that went up through the room at the garment’s beauty. Made from the richest crimson velvet to be found in Albion, it shimmered in waves as it moved. Upon it was embroidered, as Arthur had insisted, the crests of every kingdom of Albion, including Camelot. Laid in a circle, each of identical size, no one crest held more importance over the other. In the center of these emblems lay a new crest: A golden sun encompassing a mighty sword licked by blue flame, symbolizing the dawn of a new era where every citizen of Albion, both magical and non-magical, would have equal rights and fair treatment under the law.

Merlin stepped forward and, with a flick of his wrist, settled the new mantle across Arthur’s shoulders, clipping the sun-shaped clasp at his throat before looking up to meet his lover’s eyes.

Surreptitiously, Merlin rubbed the moisture from his lashes with one hand before stepping back and turning toward the teeming crowd.

Merlin’s voice echoed throughout the chamber as he proclaimed, “Citizens of Camelot and Honored Friends, I give you: Arthur Pendragon, High King of Albion! Long live the King!”

The cheers of “Long Live the High King!” resounded throughout the chamber, nearly deafening in its volume.

In pure joy and delight, Merlin raised his hands and from them issued a flurry of tiny, starry sparkles that danced in the air and floated on the breeze. Moments later, they were joined by Iseldir’s fragrant flower petals and Gilli’s fluttering dragonflies which danced to the ethereal windsong cast by Oonat of the Catha’s magic. The cries of the masses for their King quieted to gasps of awe at the beautiful display of the force that used to terrify them all.

As the celebration continued, Merlin and Arthur’s eyes locked as the weight of the moment sunk in. They had done it; together they had united the land in harmony and understanding. Magic was free and peace ruled the land. The Golden Age heralded by prophecy had truly begun.

 
 
28 December 2012 @ 10:58 pm
Title: Sit Real Still, In My Arms
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] ceeebee
Artist:[livejournal.com profile] alby_mangroves
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Media: Traditional drawing
Warnings: None
Summary: "Your hands. So cold," Morgana whispers, her words falling into the void of Camelot's wintry night. Gwen's tiny smile is full of wonder. My heart is warm, though, she thinks, and it's yours.

Artist’s Notes: Dear [livejournal.com profile] ceeebee, I was so happy to find out you were my giftee! You asked for snuggling and warmth and, and I give you this. I'm really feeling canon age at the moment, and I wanted to give you warmth and love, medieval style. So here are the girls keeping warm on a winter's night wrapped in the Lady Morgana's warmest, most luxurious furs. I hope you like it!

Happy Holidays, and thank you for your wonderful stories <3

Disclaimer Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 09:03 pm
Title: Deer Deer Drunken Deer
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] inspired_being
Artist:[livejournal.com profile] obliqueo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gwaine/Percival
Media: Markers
Warnings: Half naked?
Cheerleadings: [livejournal.com profile] alby_mangroves [livejournal.com profile] amphigoury [livejournal.com profile] mushroomtale Thanks you kind souls ♥♥♥
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.
Artist’s Notes:
My first attempt for Knights :D Hope you enjoy it and happy holidays! If you don't like naked man you can always blame [livejournal.com profile] alby_mangroves. It was definitely not because I love their six-packs and abs.
The title is from Korpiklaani-Beer, Beer.



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28 December 2012 @ 08:57 pm
Title: Seek and You Shall Find
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] karuvapatta
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dante_s_hell
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur (pre-slash), Mordred
Summary: The new king finds his court sorcerer. After some grumbling of course.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1934
Author's Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] karuvapatta. You asked for Mordred hero-worshipping Emrys plus you said you liked Modern AUs with magic. There's also a smidge of jealous Arthur and badass Merlin. I hope you like the story. It's only my second foray into the fandom and I'm still feeling my way. Happy Holidays to you! Thanks to TD for the beta!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

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On AO3
 
 
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 01:28 pm
Title: Year Of The Cat
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] min7girl
Author: [livejournal.com profile] karuvapatta
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Summary: Merlin’s long wait finally comes to an end, and so does the time of Albion’s relative safety. But for now, it’s a bright summer day, and Merlin couldn’t care less.
Warnings: Age difference, issues of immortality
Word Count: 1115
Author's Notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] keire_ke for the beta! The title is from the song Year Of The Cat by Al Stewart. It’s a reincarnation fic brought to you by post-finale trauma. Also, there are kids.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.


Read more... )
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 12:23 pm
Title: Between heaven and hell
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] luxorien
Artist:[livejournal.com profile] vexena_sky
Rating: PG
Pairing: no pairing included, probably Merlin&Arthur
Media: Traditional and Gimp
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x13
Artist’s Notes: It's been a long time since I drew the last time and I fear it shows, but I thank you a lot for inspiring me again and it was a lot fun. "If I cannot deflect the will of heaven then I will move hell."
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

Heaven and hell )

I hope I did everything right.:)
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 10:37 am
Title: Sleeping Sword
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] dante_s_hell
Author: [livejournal.com profile] luxorien
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: For one battle, at least, Arthur's sword is Merlin's to command.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1986
Author's Notes: One of the things I like about exchanges and challenges is the opportunity to write the kind of fic I don't normally write. I very rarely write romance and this is the first time in my entire life that I have written slash. I hope it lives up to expectations. Merry Christmas! Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tambear13 for betaing. Any remaining mistakes are of course my fault.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

When the sun set on the blood-drenched field, the clash of steel faded with the light. )
 
 
 
Title: Pray Think of Us Poor Teachers Who Are Wand’ring in the Mire
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] asya_ana
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kleinefee92
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwaine/Merlin
Summary: There are things in this world that call to the child in all of us.
Warnings: Unadulterated fluff
Word Count: 1600
Author's Notes: Hope you had a Merry Christmas, asya_ana and that you enjoy your fic! Thanks and lots of love go to the lovely and incredibly patient jelazakazone for putting up with my quirks and being my beta. The title for this piece was inspired by a line in Here We Go A Wassailing.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.







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28 December 2012 @ 09:29 am
Title: Arthur's Annual Winter Solstice Party
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_faerie
Artist:[livejournal.com profile] thecheekydragon
Rating: G
Media: Traditional pencil colouring with added text
Artist’s Notes: Had wanted to do a series of manips in a kind of Holiday Calendar featuring Arthur, Merlin and the Knights but recent surgery and recovery has limited my time at the computer so...Hope you still enjoy.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.


Arthur's Annual Winter Solstice Party )
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 08:34 am
Title: Working Late
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] bunnysworld
Author: [livejournal.com profile] magnolia822
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Arthur and Merlin have been shagging for months but never talk about it, mostly because office romances are frowned upon, but also because Arthur is a utter prat and Merlin doesn’t have any feelings for him. Not at all.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2K
Author's Notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] asya_ana for the beta!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.



“I. Thought. You said. Never again. At work,” Merlin panted out as Arthur thrust into him from behind. What a picture they would make for anyone unlucky enough to step into the gents—Merlin, trousers pooled around his ankles, hair wild; and Arthur, cock unceremoniously released from the confines of his flies, driving Merlin against the marble counter with quick-slamming hips.

In the mirror above the sinks Merlin watched Arthur’s blond hair flop over his forehead, imagining what Arthur must be seeing: his thick cock sliding in and out of Merlin’s arse. “It’s. After. Hours.”

“It’s never after hours . . . oh fuck. You know no one. Ever goes home.” Merlin grunted each word, making no move to stop the sex though he knew he was right—someone could enter at any moment since the London firm where they worked never closed. God, Arthur had no right to feel this good; it was what made him agree to fucks in the loo, the copy-room, even a couple times in Arthur’s office. Merlin loved Arthur’s cock, loved to suck it, loved to stroke it and ride it and would probably spend his last moments on this earth wistfully remembering it. Unfortunately, however, Arthur’s incredible cock was attached to Arthur, and Arthur was a giant prat.

“Do shut up. Mer-lin.” The winded nature of Arthur’s speech, along with his faltering rhythm, gave him away. It wasn’t without a trace of self-reflective irony that Merlin realised he knew all of Arthur’s tells, the way his expression intensified and his mouth dropped open as he approached orgasm. It was the only time Arthur Pendragon, top barrister and son of one of Britain’s leading MPs, looked anything but cool and composed.

“I’m just saying.”

“Well. Stop saying. I’m trying. To fuck you.”

After that it was less talking, more barely restrained moaning. Merlin grabbed his own erection and pulled, forgetting everything but the feel of Arthur, the way his hands gripped Merlin’s hips and held, the sounds of skin slapping and how Arthur looked gorgeous even illuminated by garish florescent lights. When he came, he muffled his groan into his arm, clenching his arse around the cock inside. After a few more rapid, deep thrusts, Arthur stilled and grunted, falling over Merlin for a moment while his hot breath gusted through the soft hairs at the nape of Merlin’s neck. Perhaps he was dreaming, but Merlin thought he felt the press of lips there. He stiffened in reflex, unused to the intimacy, and before he could regain his wits, Arthur withdrew, quickly disposed of the condom, washed his hands, and exited the loo.

***


It was a mutual, silent understanding never to speak of what happened between them when they weren’t fucking. Office relationships, while not forbidden, were frowned upon, and as one of the senior partners of the firm and the man who’d originally hired him, Arthur was for all intents and purposes Merlin’s boss. Perhaps most importantly, Merlin couldn’t afford for Arthur to discover his magic (which he’d failed to disclose on his employment papers) and send him flying by the seat of his trousers. Oh, and then there was the fact that though their private parts got on quite well, they didn’t even like each other.

Arthur was rude and imperious, never holding onto a PA for more than six months. He didn’t even attempt to restrain gleeful smiles when assigning Merlin the most rudimentary tasks. And when Merlin quickly finished whatever drudging chore Arthur sent his way (with a little help from his magic, of course), he never offered more than the most cursory praise. So it had come as a bit of a surprise when, in the midst of a heated argument over whether the firm should participate in Pro Bono week (Arthur said no, Merlin yes), they had wound up shagging on Arthur’s desk, the remains of their working lunch in Merlin’s hair and a bruise the exact size and shape of Arthur’s mouth at the base of his throat that hadn’t faded for a week. The next time it had happened, he’d given Arthur a similar souvenir in retribution. And so it went.

As long as Merlin could keep his magic under control while they were fucking (it had the annoying tendency to go a bit haywire whenever Arthur was near), he could see no reason why their non-relationship couldn’t continue as it was, just an occasional release of tension, nothing serious. Until the day he overheard Gwen and Morgana gossiping in the break room over a plate of biscuits.

“—heard she’s the Prime Minister’s cousin. Gorgeous, tall, blonde, rich. Ugh.” Morgana wrinkled her nose.

“Who are we cutting down to size?” Merlin grabbed his lunch from the fridge and sat down with them. Gwen was Arthur’s latest PA; so far she’d lasted four months, and seemed uniquely suited to deal with his twatishness. Morgana was a recent hire like Merlin.

Gwen shrugged. “Arthur RSVP’d with a plus one for the holiday party, and we were just taking bets on who. I figure it’s probably Sophia Mansfield, since she’s been calling a lot recently and he had flowers sent to her flat last week.”

“And I saw them out to dinner the other night,” Morgana added. The two women exchanged a meaningful glance. “They seemed rather intimate.”

Merlin kept his features schooled as they carried on with their conversation, but swallowing every bite of his ham salad sandwich was a chore. He’d never even considered Arthur might be seeing other people outside of their little arrangement . . . and it was shocking to realise that he himself hadn’t slept with anyone else, or even wanted to, in months. He felt a flare of something worse than indigestion in the pit of his stomach. At some point he’d fallen for Arthur bloody Pendragon.

Bollocks.

***


Merlin,” Arthur said, one arm braced on the frame of the entranceway to Merlin’s cubicle. “We need to go over the Wilddeoren deposition. If you’re not too busy.” The tone of Arthur’s voice left no doubt as to his real intention, and the little smirk on his face indicated he didn’t expect refusal.

Merlin turned in his chair, making no attempt to hide the crossword puzzle he’d been solving. He tried to focus on anything but the way Arthur’s fine-cut suit highlighted his slim waist and broad chest, giving a tantalizing preview of body underneath.

“Sorry, I don’t have time. Loads of stuff to catch up on for the, er, Disir case.”

Arthur frowned at him. “Really.”

“I’m researching precedents for Leon.”

Glancing at the crossword, Arthur’s frown lines grew deeper, but he didn’t call Merlin out. His eyes narrowed as comprehension dawned. “I see. Well then, carry on.”

Merlin turned away so he didn’t have to meet Arthur’s eyes, and waited to exhale until he heard Arthur’s retreating footfalls.

***

The week leading up to the holiday party was more of the same; when they were alone together, Merlin never allowed the focus to stray from work. Now that he understood his feelings were deeper than he’d originally known, the most important thing was to protect himself, even if it was like carving his insides with a blunt knife.

Arthur grew cool and distant, so much so that it only confirmed their fling had meant nothing to him. Even so, Merlin dreaded the upcoming party, the hours he’d have to spend watching Arthur and Sophia being gorgeous and enchanting together. He considered his own options. There was his flatmate Will, but Merlin didn’t want to subject him to an evening of brown-nosing and meaningless small talk (especially given Will’s penchant for getting belligerently drunk and berating anyone who worked for the Man)—and then there was Gwaine, but Merlin hadn’t spoken to him in a few weeks, and he’d feel guilty calling now only to ask a favour—

“Ahem.”

The throat clearing behind him startled Merlin from his reverie, and he glanced away from the window where he’d been watching the snow, only to find Arthur standing behind him. His stomach gave a lurch, his magic quickening under his skin. It was late, almost midnight, and Merlin had been sure that Arthur had already left for the night. Here he was, though, his shirtsleeves rolled up and his tie loose, the tops buttons undone. He looked tired. “You seem to be thinking hard. For a change.”

“Oh, um. I didn’t know you were here, ” Merlin said, the words tripping dumbly off his tongue.

“Where else would I be?” Arthur came forward a few paces and looked down towards the street where the lights illuminated large clumping flakes that had begun to stick. Merlin bit back a petty retort, suddenly feeling empty.

“Dunno.”

“You’ve been avoiding me, Merlin. Why?” The question was asked with shocking sincerity. Arthur’s serious eyes met his.

“Just figured it was time to move on.” Even as he said the words, Merlin’s magic violently disagreed. It tingled the tips of his fingers as if trying to connect with Arthur through the air that separated them.

“You didn’t seem to dislike our . . . activities before. I think I have a right to know what changed.”

Merlin steeled himself for painful honesty. “I prefer to sleep with unattached men.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Why did Arthur have to be standing close enough for Merlin to feel his body heat? It made his next statement almost impossible to get out. “I know about you and Sophia Mansfield.”

“What? That’s not—”

“Don’t. It’s none of my business.” Merlin made an attempt to leave, but Arthur caught him and held fast, and before he knew it Merlin found himself encircled in Arthur’s arms.

“Just listen, you idiot. I don’t know what you heard, but I’m telling you with all honesty there is nothing between Sophia and I.”

“But you—”

“She’s an old family friend. Her father just passed away and she’s taken it hard, so we’ve been spending time together. Look, if you don’t believe me.” Arthur moved towards the nearest computer and tapped some keys, bringing up an article on the recent death of Lionel Mansfield, complete with a photograph of the grieving Sophia at her father’s funeral.

“Oh.” God, how could he have been so stupid? He’d let his imagination run away with him with only hearsay for evidence, and now he’d really mucked things up.

“Yes. And if you hadn’t noticed,” Arthur said, moving closer again, “I’m not exactly interested in women.”

“Yeah, I . . . erm. Had noticed.”

“Merlin, Merlin. You were jealous. And here I thought you only wanted sex.” His devilish smile lit up his whole face, and Merlin experienced a lurch of hope.

“I did. I do. I mean, but that’s what you want from me, right?”

“Oh yes. But I was hoping maybe you’d want more. For instance, to go to the holiday party with me.”

“But—Gwen said you already had a plus one.”

“I was going to ask you.”

“A bit presumptuous, aren’t you?” Somehow they’d wound up so close that Merlin could feel the thump of Arthur’s heart. Their lips were almost touching as Arthur spoke again.

“Will you go to the party with me, as my date?”

“Hmm. Maybe.”

“Not good enough.” Arthur kissed him gently.

“Fine. Yes.”

Merlin’s magic danced along his spine as they kissed their first proper kiss, tongues and lips sliding together. Everything was going perfectly until he realised the lights above them were flickering and a nearby desk had begun to levitate.

“I can explain,” Merlin said as Arthur stared at him, mouth open and still kiss-swollen. He shrugged, helpless, as he waited for the fallout. But instead of the usual reactions of fear disbelief, or anger, Arthur cocked his head.

“So that’s how you finished the Racine report so quickly.”

“Kinda.”

“What else can you do?”

“Take me home and I’ll show you.”

Arthur grinned.


 
 
28 December 2012 @ 08:03 am
Title: A Winter Curse for Thieves
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] millionstar
Author: [livejournal.com profile] asya_ana
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: The original prompt about sums this up: “It was charming when Merlin was able to make it snow in Arthur's chambers. It was not charming when he couldn't make it stop.” Modern high school AU with fluff, holidays, and first kisses.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1811
Author's Notes: Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] magnolia822 for the beta and [livejournal.com profile] ememmyem for Britpicking!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

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28 December 2012 @ 07:11 am
Title: Two Sides
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9
Author: [livejournal.com profile] millionstar
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Prompt: "Merlin and Arthur open their presents from each other, some really sweet, some a bit more inappropriate/not suitable for family audiences."
Warnings: Language, copious amounts of fluff.
Word Count: 1374 (Oops. Thanks to the mods for extending the word count for this exchange.)
Author's Notes: I hope I didn't go too overboard on the fluffiness, and I also hope that me giving this an AU setting is okay as well - thanks for the wonderful prompt, [livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.


You're so smart, Merlin. )
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 07:07 am
Title:The Sacred Oak's Mistletoe
Recipient:[livejournal.com profile] sophia_clark
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rotrude
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, mention of Gwen/Lancelot
Summary: Written for this prompt: Merlin puts a spell of some kind on some mistletoe to try & get Lance & Gwen together, but somehow he & Arthur get trapped underneath. Druidic AU with a blink and you miss it dash of Sword in the Stone plot. Merlin and Arthur have long known each other but things change for them when, of all things, Merlin tries to get two of his friends together.
Warnings:None
Word Count: 1,714
Author's Notes: Very kindly beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] teprometo. Thank you so much for the help.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.

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