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Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash, mentions of character death
Summary: Merlin keeps up the traditions of Ealdor, even if he no longer has a reason to go back there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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The Thought That Counts</u>
It didn't strike Arthur until late into the evening of the Yule celebration that Merlin had never actually been present during one until now. Since going to Ealdor during their troubles with Kanen, Arthur had always allowed Merlin to go back and see his mother during that time of year. As a gesture of good will more than anything, which seemed to be a major point of the entire celebration.
But this year the winter had been too harsh and her health had become too bad. A few weeks ago, Merlin received word of Hunith passing away so he had stayed in Camelot, having no reason or real want to go back to Ealdor now that he had nobody there.
Merlin remained quiet and subdued at the Yule feast, only really coming into Arthur's view when he stepped forward to refill his cup. Arthur had spotted Merlin a few other times in the background, often with Gaius or Gwen resting their hand upon his shoulder. Arthur supposed they were asking him if he was okay. Each time Merlin gave a small, fake smile, nodded and slipped away to somewhere else in the hall.
At around the time Arthur realised this was the first year Merlin had spent Yule in Camelot, he also realised he hadn't seen him for a while. The celebration was beginning to wind down, so Arthur slipped out of the hall and went to search for Merlin. Checking that his manservant was okay would probably count as his gesture of goodwill for the year.
It wasn't long before he did find Merlin. He was on the battlements, leaning forward with his elbows on the merlons, and twirled something in his fingers.
"Hey," Arthur called to get Merlin's attention as he approached. He could feel the buzz of ale in his head but it wasn't anything which would make him say or do something too stupid. Merlin looked up and acknowledged Arthur with the same small, false smile he had been giving everybody. Arthur stepped up beside Merlin and mirrored him, leaning forward with his elbows on the merlons. "What're you holding?"
"Oh." Merlin held up what he was twirling in his fingers just long enough for Arthur to see before he drew it back down again. It looked like a flower, except Arthur was fairly sure it actually wasn't.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Just a flower," Merlin shrugged. "I can make them out of scraps of cloth. Will's mother showed me how to years ago, when I was a kid, so I could make them as a gift for mine. Yule in Ealdor isn't like it is here. We just give each other small presents. It's all we can afford, really."
There was a vague memory in Arthur's head of seeing a small pile of odd-looking flowers in Hunith's home. He hadn't questioned them at all because there had been more important things to worry about. Arthur felt himself smile but it dropped when he suddenly remembered that Merlin's reason for making the flowers was gone. It made worry clench at his stomach.
"Why did you make that one?"
"I made one for Gwen," Merlin said. "And gave her another for Morgana. I made one for Gaius too. It's stupid, but they're the only thing I know how to make. When Will lost his parents," he went on and Arthur let him, "I always used to make one for him as well. So that he'd at least have something. He always used to tease me about it. Because, you know, why would men give each other flowers? But he always kept them."
Merlin's voice started to fail him so he had to stop. He hung his head, staring down at the small scrap-cloth flower between his fingers.
"I kind of made this one for you," he admitted, quietly and nervously. "I was just on a roll, I guess. But you don't have to take it." He started to draw the flower against his chest.
"No," Arthur frowned and stopped the movement of Merlin's hands by reaching out, resting his palm over the flower. Their eyes met and Arthur knew they were both thinking the same thing. The Crowned Prince of Camelot accepting a small flower made of scrap cloth from his manservant. The concept was odd and absurd.
"Look," Arthur curled his fingers to take the little flower away from Merlin's hands. He dropped the small gift down his shirt and patted at where it rested. Near his heart. "I'll keep it here, okay? Then nobody needs to know."
When Merlin smiled it was still small but genuine this time. "Thanks."
"I didn't get anything for you though," Arthur said, leaning back onto his elbows.
"You came to find me," Merlin reminded him.
END</i>
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash, mentions of character death
Summary: Merlin keeps up the traditions of Ealdor, even if he no longer has a reason to go back there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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The Thought That Counts</u>
It didn't strike Arthur until late into the evening of the Yule celebration that Merlin had never actually been present during one until now. Since going to Ealdor during their troubles with Kanen, Arthur had always allowed Merlin to go back and see his mother during that time of year. As a gesture of good will more than anything, which seemed to be a major point of the entire celebration.
But this year the winter had been too harsh and her health had become too bad. A few weeks ago, Merlin received word of Hunith passing away so he had stayed in Camelot, having no reason or real want to go back to Ealdor now that he had nobody there.
Merlin remained quiet and subdued at the Yule feast, only really coming into Arthur's view when he stepped forward to refill his cup. Arthur had spotted Merlin a few other times in the background, often with Gaius or Gwen resting their hand upon his shoulder. Arthur supposed they were asking him if he was okay. Each time Merlin gave a small, fake smile, nodded and slipped away to somewhere else in the hall.
At around the time Arthur realised this was the first year Merlin had spent Yule in Camelot, he also realised he hadn't seen him for a while. The celebration was beginning to wind down, so Arthur slipped out of the hall and went to search for Merlin. Checking that his manservant was okay would probably count as his gesture of goodwill for the year.
It wasn't long before he did find Merlin. He was on the battlements, leaning forward with his elbows on the merlons, and twirled something in his fingers.
"Hey," Arthur called to get Merlin's attention as he approached. He could feel the buzz of ale in his head but it wasn't anything which would make him say or do something too stupid. Merlin looked up and acknowledged Arthur with the same small, false smile he had been giving everybody. Arthur stepped up beside Merlin and mirrored him, leaning forward with his elbows on the merlons. "What're you holding?"
"Oh." Merlin held up what he was twirling in his fingers just long enough for Arthur to see before he drew it back down again. It looked like a flower, except Arthur was fairly sure it actually wasn't.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Just a flower," Merlin shrugged. "I can make them out of scraps of cloth. Will's mother showed me how to years ago, when I was a kid, so I could make them as a gift for mine. Yule in Ealdor isn't like it is here. We just give each other small presents. It's all we can afford, really."
There was a vague memory in Arthur's head of seeing a small pile of odd-looking flowers in Hunith's home. He hadn't questioned them at all because there had been more important things to worry about. Arthur felt himself smile but it dropped when he suddenly remembered that Merlin's reason for making the flowers was gone. It made worry clench at his stomach.
"Why did you make that one?"
"I made one for Gwen," Merlin said. "And gave her another for Morgana. I made one for Gaius too. It's stupid, but they're the only thing I know how to make. When Will lost his parents," he went on and Arthur let him, "I always used to make one for him as well. So that he'd at least have something. He always used to tease me about it. Because, you know, why would men give each other flowers? But he always kept them."
Merlin's voice started to fail him so he had to stop. He hung his head, staring down at the small scrap-cloth flower between his fingers.
"I kind of made this one for you," he admitted, quietly and nervously. "I was just on a roll, I guess. But you don't have to take it." He started to draw the flower against his chest.
"No," Arthur frowned and stopped the movement of Merlin's hands by reaching out, resting his palm over the flower. Their eyes met and Arthur knew they were both thinking the same thing. The Crowned Prince of Camelot accepting a small flower made of scrap cloth from his manservant. The concept was odd and absurd.
"Look," Arthur curled his fingers to take the little flower away from Merlin's hands. He dropped the small gift down his shirt and patted at where it rested. Near his heart. "I'll keep it here, okay? Then nobody needs to know."
When Merlin smiled it was still small but genuine this time. "Thanks."
"I didn't get anything for you though," Arthur said, leaning back onto his elbows.
"You came to find me," Merlin reminded him.
END</i>
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Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 1
Arthur Pendragon found himself watching Merlin yet again as Gwen and Morgana helped the servant boy learn to fight more easily with a sword. Yes, he probably should be the one doing that, causing their swords to clash against one another's, he should be the one
The one that cause the sweat on Merlin's brow, causing his chest to heave with heavy breaths from how long he had been moving. The servant, for all of his many faults, was fast and able to dodge most of the blows that Morgana sent his way. It pleased the young prince to watch though he would have taken more pleasure from being the one training him, but the girls had insisted.
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Drunk
Merlin finally decided to get some sleep. In fact, he decided that he would get some sleep over an hour ago, but ended up reading his magic book. He should have been cleaning the Princes boots after 'accidentally' knocking muddy water over them; but, that's for another story. Instead he allowed a cloth to do the cleaning itself...
His head hit his pillow and he started drifting off, until something rather weird happened. His royal highness, Prince Arthur burst into his room, not looking quite himself. The cloth and his boots fell from the air and hit the floor with a thump. Merlin sprung out of bed, hoping that his master hadn't noticed that
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No Time - MxA
RATING: PG
"Merlin, you must go now," Arthur said, pushing a packed bag into Merlin's hands and gesturing to the road. He and Merlin were standing just outside the castle gates.
"Arthur, I-" Merlin began, but the prince cut him off.
"My father knows about your magic!" His voice was full of urgency and fear. "You must go
now! There's no time!"
"Arthur-"
"Get out of here!" Arthur hissed.
"You sound like you want me to go," Merlin snapped. Arthur looked at him with so much hurt, that he immediately regretted it.
"Of course not," Arthur whispered, tears spilling from his eyes, "you mean everything to me. I don't know what I'll
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While really angsty for a festive fic (or certainly written for a festive challenge), this is quite possibly one of my favourite of my written Merlin Advent '09 bunch.
While really angsty for a festive fic (or certainly written for a festive challenge), this is quite possibly one of my favourite of my written Merlin Advent '09 bunch.
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Hauntingly beautiful - it'll definitely stay with me.
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