no obligation to make sense to you

Cause you are a forever kind of guy

Originally posted over at Camelot Drabble.

Author: amarie_authiel
Title: 'Cause you are a forever kind of guy
Rating: G
Pairing/s: That's for you to decide.
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen/Curly the dog, Morgana, Leon
Summary: It's the king's funeral and all eyes are on the royal family. Crown prince Arthur looks for the eyes that matters.
Warnings: It's a funeral, so...
Word Count: ~500
Prompt:# Infinity
Author's Notes: Not entirely sure of titles and such in these circumstances, so please bare with me. Sort of follow up to "A day at the beach"

Such a horribly rush post this, will clean up late I swear!!

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It seems Aprilsfools day is the day I finally get my act together and start piling together a masterlist.

Most of my writings can be found at the Camelot Drabble community.
All my series (should) have a link to the next chapter at the bottom of the post.

One shots:

Trial and error
Canon AU. 3 parts so far, approx 600 words in all.
Merlin begged to be beheaded, so they built him a pyre. But it doesn't end there.

Fools rush in
620 words. Modern AU. Slashfic. Fluff. Merlin/Gwaine
For heaven’s sake! He was nearly 30 years old. He did not leave anonymous Valentine’s cards on people’s desks. In September!

It's up to you
195 words Modern AU. Slashfic. Fluff. Merlin/Arthur.
Arthur tries show rather than say.

Lazy Daisy Camelot Drabbles' Holiday exchange - 2014
for alafaye.
900 words. Modern AU. Fluff. Slash fic. Merlin/Arthur
The demands on both their time have increased and these small moments in bed before the day starts are everything when days are filled with duties that keep them apart.

How to make Arthur misty eyed in 200 words.
Modern AU. Knit fic. Fluff. No pairings. 200 words. (d'uh)
It's Christmas and Arthur receives a gift he wasn't expecting.

AU. Crossover madness. 390 words
Merlin is showing Arthur a Wholock video to distract them a little. Because their lives are really, really stressful. Really.

Gwaine's brew
Modern AU.
Gwaine has had enough of Arthur's moping and has a brilliant solution. Beer. With a surprise twist.

But this I know for certain (that you'll come back again)
1000 words. Futurefic. Pre-slash or once-and-future-slash. Slight dystopia?
Inspired by Scottish independence and reality shows. Yes, really. :)
The world has changed, the country divided, Arthur is the co-host of "The Merlin of the Century" and Emrys claims to be just that and far more. Bah humbug!

99 words.
It's time to return. Merlin is waiting and Arthur takes a moment to think.

Holiday exchange fic for Amorette
4000 words. Canon AU.
Warnings: Angst, mind control, some physical abuse.
It's quite ridiculous really how many mind controlling creatures Morgana manages to find. What did they do when they were not being captured in glass containers and used by evil sorceresses? One might hope to be immune soon. But not today, it seems.
Camelot Drabbles' Holiday exchange - 2014

Foam hands and kiss cams
950 words. Modern AU. Merlin/Arthur
Our boys are watching a game, but Arthur is obsessing with his phone and mostly ignoring Merlin. Then the 'kiss cam' zooms in on them.
Warnings: Kissing someone who's not your boyfriend. Very brief mentioning of homophobia, of which there is none in this story.

Different like me
Kidfic. Modern AU. Fluff.
Arthur doesn't like any of the colours. He wants... black. And the new boy has it.

In your wake
55 words

The very definition of the word
650 words. Modern AU. Office fic.
Uther's cheep office present has a strange, but occasionally wonderful side effect

Office fic, humorous. Inspired by the prompts and mine and other's reactions in the sign up comments. And myself having to google every word to find out how to say it. ;)

Knowing hands
460 words. Modern AU. Massage fic.
Where Merlin talks and Arthur says nothing, but Merlin hears him anyway.

Arthur Pendragon's haunted house.
860 words. Modern AU.
Uther believed in ghosts, but that’s no reason to bring a paranormal investigator to Arthur’s house! Right?

Come nightfall
80 words. Future fic. Merlin waits,
For years Merlin feared the coming darkness, now he longs for it.
It's a bit gloomy I guess, but in my head it's a little bit hopeful.

270 words.
It's the end of the world and Merlin is the only one left standing.How dared destruction celebrate its arrival with such beautiful colours?
Depressing weird stuff. Death and destruction.

Four beddings and a funeral - for Aeris444
3100 words. Modern AU.
There are many types of love. Merlin experiences some of them on his way to finding the big one. (Pun intended.)
Warnings: Minor character death. Some homophobia.
Camelot Drabbles' Holiday exchange - 2015.

Now with a follwup up (WIP (but nearly done)): 5 times Merlin fell even deeper in love and 1 time he learned he was not the only one.

Silver lining
105 words. Canon fic.
A different perspective of E1. S1.
The prince gave no thought to what he had destroyed, but it wasn't all bad.

Accidentally horizontal
430 words. (Pre?)Merlin/Artur. Merlin trips over Arthur after Arthur's had a night out with the guys.

110 words. A little drabble made for Camelot drabble's #257 Work - Artist Appreciation Month (Alby's "Work"


Momo (completed)
AU. Het.
It's hopeless. Merlin knows this. He is up against the Pendragons, with all their money and connections. Not to mention they have the nasty trump card of being blood relatives. Reason says he cannot win. His heart knows he has to fight.
Arthur can finally have the family he's been longing for. Old wounds can be healed and all will be well. There's only a puny algebra teacher in the way. Piece of cake.
13 + 3 bonus chapters, Approx 15k words.

Educating Arthur (completed)
Modern AU. High school fic, I think?
Arthur actually learns something at school today. Who'd a thunk it? And what can he do about it?
Part one: I thought I knew you

But I don't know any lullabies 28 chapters (completed)
Mpreg(!) Roughly 25k words, maybe? Modern AU.  Mpreg, illness, angst.
They always knew they would part ways and follow their ambitions. What he didn't know, and noone could have guessed, was that their one night together made something impossible happen.

Mermaid Merman Merlin (WIP) Merlin_writers community.
AU. Slash. It is now six months, two weeks and four days since Arthur should have died, but didn't.
It is six months, two weeks and four days since he had been saved by someone - something - that didn't exist. There had been a perfectly logical reason behind it all.

Pick up your phone, you gigantic clotpole (completed)
Modern AU. Fluff.
Arthur is not answering his phone, Merlin rambles on trying to find out why. Somehow dolls come to play an important part. As does Whiskey and Sambuca.

Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas (completed)
Modern AU. Warnings for hospital and sick kids. Merlin/Arthur
Pediatric Emergency Room Doctor Merlin brings candy for all the unfortunate children that have ended up in the emergency room on Hallowe'en. Arthur's been in an accident and wants some candy.
Having heard Arthur ramble on about the cute doctor, Morgana decides her brother should take a bigger part in the Christmas gifts for the childrens ward charity.

A day on the beach
Cause you are a forever kind of guy
Modern AU. Arthur is Royal. The one with the solitary prince, the school teacher and the dog.

5 times Merlin fell even deeper in love and 1 time he learned he was not the only one. (WIP (but nearly done))
Follow up to Four beddings and a funeral - for Aeris444
no obligation to make sense to you

Merlin vibes in Copenhagen

For some reason I have forgotten to post this. We were on a brief visit to Copenhagen this summer, and we strolled passed this lovely place. I didn't go in, knowing I'd be terribly disappointed if there weren't a Colin Morgan look-a-like behind the counter.

Text on the windows says: "organic temptations and wifi" and "roasted and well-tasting coffee experiences"

no obligation to make sense to you

A day on the beach (Trope bingo fill)

Merlin pulls the scarf tighter around his neck The wind tugs at his clothes and sends the occasional thin spray of saltwater at him. He draws his breath and face the wind.

He's not a hermit, despite what the townsfolk say. He just likes to be alone on his holidays. His days are filled with people and noise and he loves it. But it is good to go away and just smell the salty sea and feel the wind. He rents out his little cabin in the summer and has it to himself the rest of the year. There's not many people at the beach in the off season. But this week he seems to have made a friend. It's a black four legged friend with curly fur who has so far brought him three balls in different colours. Today is no different, the dog comes running from where ever it belongs, bouncing happily and slobbering all over the ball before she drops it at Merlin's feet. They play fetch for a little while, before the dog takes off and leaves Merlin with another slightly chewed ball for his collection.

Someone had to be be spending a fortune on toys for this dog. Perhaps it was time to see who it was. He could at least return the balls, hopefully Curly the dog wouldn't feel offended and still come to play.

It seemed Curly was training to be marathon runner. Merlin climbed over rocky parts and long stretches of sand following the paw prints. He wasn't sure whete he was heading. But there was a cabin or house he'd seen once when he had been out on the boat, he must be getting close to it. He did feel a bit silly, but it might be a fun story to tell his second graders when he got back.

The prints led to a rock blocking the shoreline. Though the prints where gone, Merlin thought it would do no harm to climb up and see. He found a narrow path and followed it. Finally he could see a figure ahead, dark against the pale sand. Curly was running in large circles around him or her, sometimes chasing a ball.

He reached to pat his jacket pocket to make sure the balls where still there.

“Don't move!”

Merlin froze in place. This was odd. He hadn't noticed anyone else being there, but now there were two fairly large men staying at a distance, but clearly not wanting him here. One had long blond hair in a pony tail, the other looked more like a marine or something from a movie.

This was weird.
“Sorry guys, I didn't mean to interupt, I was just trying to return something.”

He reached for his pocket again, a move that made both men very, very tense.
“Keep your hands where we can see them!”

The man, at least it seemed to be a man now, on the beach turned towards them and Curly came running with the same enthusiasm as always. She eagerly dropped her new ball at his feet, bouncing and dancing, expecting him to play.

“You know, Curly, this might not be the best time for this.”
Curly replied by nosing at his jacket pocket, probably smelling her property in there and wanting to see.

Slowly, to not spook the creepy guys, he pulled out the balls from his pocket and put them on the ground before him. He sits down. The dog was beside herself with excitement, and Merlin smiled. He took the new ball and threw it back and forth from one hand to the other, with Curly as a thrilled spectator.

He tried to explain the situation to the men.
“See, the dogs comes to visit me, I stay a bit furter down the shore, and she brings a ball and leaves it there. I thought I'd return them.”

He adds another ball to his hands and then another. But the time the beach-man had come up to them, all five balls were in the air. The kids loved to see him juggle, seems Curly did too. He threw a ball and Curly caught it and brought it back, thrilled with all the attention.

“Seems at least Gwennie believes your story.”
The beach man is casually dressed, but casual in a way that oozes money. Up close it's no longer a mystery who these men are, or why they find his presence there a bit odd. Merlin didn't mean to interrupt anything. If there was anyone who could do with a break from everything, it was the crown prince. And yes, the prince is hot and newly out of the closet, all the more reason to let him have his privacy.

“Gwennie, is it? Hello Gwennie. Urgghh... Clearly she likes the sound of her own name.”

He gets up to avoid the doggie kisses. She seems to remember that her owner is there too and leaps to his side holding the red ball in her mouth. He takes it and she watches him expectantly.

“I did wonder where these went. So who are you then?”

Merlin smiles shyly.
“I'm Merlin, I'm your neighbour, it seems. I own the little red cabin down there.”

“The teacher” Ponytail guy adds.

“Right.” That seems to calm them down a bit. At least he's not labelled a treat to the kingdom or something then. Guess he shouldn't be surprised that they had checked the area and the people first.

“And you like long walks on the beach and happy dogs.”

“I like the peace and quiet. And walks on the beach. And Curly, I mean Gwennie. Yes.”

The prince actually smiles at that.
“She's a labradoodle.”


“Staying long?”

“Another week.”

The prince nods.

“And you? Unless that is a state secret or something. I'm guessing it is. Forget I asked. Um... your highness.” He realises he's been talking to the prince and forgetting all proper titles. His mother would be appalled.

He trails a bit backwards, no one is stopping him so perhaps he should just leave before he makes an even bigger fool of himself.
“Well, sir, it's been... interesting. I hope you have a pleasant stay.”

The prince smiles and Merlin's stomach does little somersault.
“And you.”

He smiles back and feels like an idiot. He pets Gwennie goodbye and leaves the way he came, not looking back. He thinks he will stop the story with the dog when he tells his little students about his vacation. To his surprise, Gwennie comes to visit the next day as well, just like the days before. A big vote of confidence, he decides. It's a slow start to a long, lasting friendship. And many long walks on the beach.

Follow up: cause you're a forever kind of guy.
walking away

Merlin fiction: Why the chicken crossed the road. (Modern AU.)

The Tropes Bingo over at merlin_writers made me blow the dust of an old work-in-progress. Beta read only by myself, hope it is good enough. And, um, sorry about the title.

Rating: NC 17, to be way over on the safe side
Characters: Arthur, Merlin, Uther, briefly: Gwaine, Aredian
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count(if applicable): 4430
Summary"I will not have you dragging our name through the mud! A Pendragon does not sneak about like a thief. If your actions cannot stand the light of day, then you should not be doing them."
the one where Arthur uses a false name to find himself and finds Merlin, Merlin gets stabbed and Arthur falls apart, Uther hires a PI, and secrets come out.
Warnings False identify, keeping information from the other, guilt and more guilt, homophobia, but it's not all as it seems.

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A very, very, very, very overdue update

It is about time I actually wrote something in this journal. I checked how many drabbles and drabble series I had posted on camelot-drabble, and I could hardly believe it! I really do need to create a masterpost or something here to sort things out. Maybe repost a few things in here as well.

So while we wait for me to find (make that: steal) time to tidy up my LJ stuff, here's my bingo card from Merlin_Writer's tropes bingo. I feel I'm running out of time, but it's been fun and I hope to finish my stories regardless.