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Merlin - Leaving First
In the realm of OMG-it-looks-like-we're-doing-this-hold-me, a short ficlet on moving...
Title: Leaving First
Genre: AU (Modern), Fluff, Slash, Arthur/Merlin, Hint of Arthur/Merlin/Gwaine
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Spoilers: None – Modern AU
Synopsis: It’s hard to leave the first behind.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
Merlin looked around at the bare walls and the scrubbed clean carpet with a dramatic sigh. It just didn’t look right anymore; even the patched over trim tried to erase the stories of everything that had happened here, like nothing had ever transpired in the first place.
“Come on, Merlin,” Arthur urged, but he did not budge.
“So many memories,” he said in explanation.
“There will be memories at the new place as well,” Arthur assured him.
Merlin did not seem convinced. “This is where I first learned to make hotcakes, where I got drunk for the very first time, where I had my very first threesome – which, incidentally, was shortly thereafter – and where you first told me you loved me.”
Arthur kissed his temple with a familiar grin. “I promise you, we can still have drunken threesomes at the new flat, and I will always tell you that I love you,” he swore against the dark hint of curls.
“Really?” Merlin asked, his voice full of hope.
“Really,” Arthur assured him. “Gwaine has promised to come over already,” he smiled.
Merlin finally set the last set of keys down on the rickety old counter. “Cool,” he whispered. He leaned against Arthur and let him take his weight as he looked over the place one last time.
“And best of all,” Arthur said as he wrapped his arms around his lover, “the new place has far fewer roaches.”
Merlin’s foot came down with a resounding crunch. “Well, there is that.”
Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Leaving First
Genre: AU (Modern), Fluff, Slash, Arthur/Merlin, Hint of Arthur/Merlin/Gwaine
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Spoilers: None – Modern AU
Synopsis: It’s hard to leave the first behind.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
Merlin looked around at the bare walls and the scrubbed clean carpet with a dramatic sigh. It just didn’t look right anymore; even the patched over trim tried to erase the stories of everything that had happened here, like nothing had ever transpired in the first place.
“Come on, Merlin,” Arthur urged, but he did not budge.
“So many memories,” he said in explanation.
“There will be memories at the new place as well,” Arthur assured him.
Merlin did not seem convinced. “This is where I first learned to make hotcakes, where I got drunk for the very first time, where I had my very first threesome – which, incidentally, was shortly thereafter – and where you first told me you loved me.”
Arthur kissed his temple with a familiar grin. “I promise you, we can still have drunken threesomes at the new flat, and I will always tell you that I love you,” he swore against the dark hint of curls.
“Really?” Merlin asked, his voice full of hope.
“Really,” Arthur assured him. “Gwaine has promised to come over already,” he smiled.
Merlin finally set the last set of keys down on the rickety old counter. “Cool,” he whispered. He leaned against Arthur and let him take his weight as he looked over the place one last time.
“And best of all,” Arthur said as he wrapped his arms around his lover, “the new place has far fewer roaches.”
Merlin’s foot came down with a resounding crunch. “Well, there is that.”
Feedback is always welcomed.
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Aww, Arthur and Merlin are moving up in the world, eh. I love domestic fics, and this is a threesome too, so yeah. I shall now proceed to the porn. *waggles eyebrows*
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So glad you liked this, sweetie!