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merlin snippets: hemlock, pendragon
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Two snippets.

Set before 1.10: The Moment of Truth.

Hemlock
by Seperis
Merlin, Arthur



Merlin had long suspected Arthur's attention span was shorter than his sadistic streak, when all was said and done, and so it was no surprise at all that the slow nightmare that was Arthur needing someone helpless to beat with a sword would eventually become somewhat boring.

Merlin had expected, however, that this would lead to fewer horror-filled afternoons with Arthur leaping about and committing sanctioned beatings of helpless manservants (though really, this was Arthur, the biggest bully in Christendom, so it was to be expected it would take some time). Then the day dawned when apparently, Merlin curling into a ball and asking to confess to magic no longer appealed, and Merlin thought, oh thank the gods, it was over.

"You know," Arthur said, twirling the blade with the casual ease of an executioner (a person Merlin had grown more and more fond of as the afternoons lengthened and his bruises acquired bruises), "this is much less fun than it used to be."

Merlin uncurled warily, eyes on Arthur's sword, because if he'd learned one thing, it was *never take your eyes off Arthur's sword hand*. "*Really*, sire?"

It was probably the hope that did him in. With rare good humor, Arthur extended a hand, and Merlin allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, because he really wasn't any more of a target either way. "Yes." Frowning, Arthur looked him over, pacing him in a slow, terrifying circle that had never, ever ended well. "It's not really any sort of challenge, is it?"

The understatement was breathtaking in its scope and vastness; epic poetry could be written in its honor. "I'd say no," Merlin answered sullenly, and wondered if Gaius was in or if he could persuade the kitchen girls out of a cup of hot wine and a bit of hemlock. "So I should--" Merlin motioned hopefully toward the castle.

Arthur paused, head tilted, the way he always looked when sizing up an opponent or, conversely, thinking of new and creative ways to make Merlin wish he had never been born. "I've seen worse," he said thoughtfully, in a way that sounded nothing like dismissing Merlin to his hemlock. "Perhaps--no, not hopeless. And in any case--"

"Sire?"

"Interruption," Arthur said with a sharp smile, the entirety of Merlin's miserable existence flashing in his eyes, reminding Merlin it could be worse. There could be chamber pot duty again.

"Sorry. *Sire*."

Arthur raised both eyebrows, but he was chewing on a thumbnail and looking far too thoughtful. "In any case, I do need a challenge. Report to the armory when we're done here and have them fit you properly before tomorrow afternoon."

Merlin blinked slowly, feeling all the hope in the world drain away. "So--like today, then?"

"Oh, not at all. Leave the padding. We'll no longer need it."

So he was supposed to die. Merlin nodded and thought of hemlock. Gaius had a supply, surely. "Right. So you were listening when I said I wanted to die quickly?"

Arthur grinned, bright and happy, and may lightning (or Nimueh) strike him dead, Merlin felt himself smile back. "No. I think it's time you did more with a sword than polish it." With another flip of the sword, all show and not any less impressive because of it, Arthur turned away to wander off and find someone else's life to destroy. "After all," he calls back cheerfully, "if you are going to continue to try and die for me, you might as well do it well."

Merlin stared after him and wondered if there was enough hemlock for two.



Set after 1.10: The Moment of Truth.

Pendragon
by Seperis
Arthur, Merlin, preslash



"He's going to visit his mother," Arthur tells Morgana. "I feel suspicious that he packed all his worldly belongings and Gaius keeps sniffling."

"Mmm." Morgana and Gwen have been playing chess for hours. They're almost equally matched. "He worries for her. It's commendable he wishes to return home to visit her."

Arthur's eyes narrow.

"He wishes an extended visit." Arthur frowns, slumping in his chair. Morgana learned chess from Uther. He wonders if Morgana taught Gwen, and why. "A month at least. And it's two days travel, even by horse. The roads aren't safe."

"I'm sure he can take care of himself."

That she says that without irony tells Arthur she's hasn't been paying attention. The armory had reported that nothing's been taken, and Merlin's had the right to request anything he wanted since he entered Arthur's service.

"When does he leave?" Morgana asks, moving her pawn thoughtfully, as if she has no idea of Merlin's schedule despite the fact her maid, if not sharing Merlin's bed, spends enough time with him to make one wonder. He doesn't like it, but he's never worked out how to assert a right to decide whom Merlin spends what little time Arthur leaves him.

"Tomorrow morning." He can't help slumping, wrist aching from a bad blow from a less-than-competent hopeful that Arthur had nearly killed by sheer, stupid *chance*. He'd yelled for twenty minutes and stormed off the field before they could see how he was shaking. Training accidents are rare, but he remembers every one of them, from the first unexpected spurt of blood to the last rites.

You can't ever seek forgiveness for what no one will assign you blame.

"It's late," Morgana says finally, as Gwen takes her king. The two girls smile at each other, and Arthur looks away, wondering how she can take defeat like a gift. "Put the board away, Gwen. We'd best get ready for bed."

"Are you throwing me out?"

"Yes. Gwen and I need our sleep." Standing up, she looks at the door, and Arthur follows her with a sigh, because he doesn't want another fight tonight. "Arthur. He isn't leaving forever."

"That's not--"

One finger touches his mouth; surprised, he stills. "Lie to me if you wish, but don't lie to yourself. Not everything has to be temporary, even for a king. Certainly not for you."

Merlin's waiting when he gets back, the room surprisingly warm the way it hasn't been in over a week. Arthur stares at the fire and wonders if he's supposed to notice or not.

"You didn't say you were injured," Merlin says, with the faintest trace of irritation, as if Arthur not telling him was yet another thing to add to the list of ways Arthur lives to make Merlin miserable. Very warm fingers peel back the cuff of his shirt, frowning as if a simple twist would write itself into the skin to read for his convenience.

Arthur pulls away because he doesn't want to. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

Merlin's hand hovers for a second, like he'd forgotten to lower it. With a nod, he turns back, and Arthur sees the cupboard is completely full. Apparently, his absence for all of today had reason after all. "In any case…" Merlin hesitates, poking at the fire unnecessarily. "Thank you for your leave to go. It means a great deal to me."

"I'm sure I'll hardly notice your absence." He's noticing already. Other people will try and take up the space Merlin occupies in his life and will fail so spectacularly that there will be no moment Arthur won't feel it. "Your sword and mail are waiting in your room. I know you can dress yourself, but request Gaius if you somehow cannot manage even that."

Merlin starts, turning to look at him. "I don't have--"

"There have been reports of bandits," Arthur continues, staring out the window. "And some animal that apparently is excessively attracted to horses' hooves. You might--"

"I will ride away very fast," Merlin says, but there's a trace of a smile in his voice. "Thanks for your concern."

"Going through this with someone else would be--" Arthur stops; there isn't a word for it. Unthinkable. Turning, he kneels by the cupboard, trying to remember which drawer he'd seen it in. Finally, he jerks open the smallest drawer, where he keeps his mother's jewelry, the simple ornaments of a knight's daughter before she became the wife of a king. He's never known what to do with them. Beneath it, he finds the ring, turning quickly and shoving the drawer closed with his knee. "Take this."

Merlin crosses the room, taking it with a curious look. The fact that Arthur's father hadn't been born to a crown isn't a secret; this is. Long before they were Pendragons, there were few roads that were safe from them. Arthur's bedded princesses who can trace their descent from Briton kings long lost to myth, and he wonders what they would think if they knew the face they found so fair was once worn by a slave who had helped drive Rome from Albion inch by blood-soaked inch.

"It will identify who--where you belong," Arthur says. "If you are taken, give them whatever they wish and that as well. They will know whom to ask for ransom." They won't know that they won't survive the night should this come into Arthur's hand, but they have no reason to. Camelot is four generations removed from the man who'd built a country on the bodies of his fellow Roman dead and memories are so very short, but some things still breed true. None of his line have ever given up anything they would claim. "Though lower their expectations on the amount I'm willing to pay."

Merlin grins, turning it once more to look at the clumsy, stylized crest, then nods. "Thank you."

He won't ask if he's coming back; it's beneath him to consider the unthinkable.


The first one = cute and funny.

The second one = begs for more because it is that incredible and hot in this possessive!Arthur way.

dito, especially the begs for more part...

*fangirls you and admires your pretty hair*

I feel very pretty. *g* Thank you.

The first one: Poor Merlin. I'm not laughing at him at all. Of course not.

Okay, that second one is just --- um. Yes. Arthur. *handwaves at him*

We are laughing with Merlin. Trufax.

And thank you! I like the second one too.

Oh, I like them both, but especially when Merlin thinks to never look away from Arthur's sword hand in the first one and the twist on Arthur's family line in the second. And that Morgana was taught chess by Uther and then she taught Gwen. And that Arthur gave Merlin his mother's ring. Love it.

Thank you very much!

I like playing with Arthur's descent. It seems like something Uther would have zero sense of humor about and Arthur would find fairly funny.

These are both very good, but I enjoy the second one the most. It sounds a lot like Arthur, and I can honestly see him being this careful with and posessive of Merlin. Good stuff! :)

"After all," he calls back cheerfully, "if you are going to continue to try and die for me, you might as well do it well." hee!

hey won't know that they won't survive the night should this come into Arthur's hand, but they have no reason to. Camelot is four generations removed from the man who'd built a country on the bodies of his fellow Roman dead and memories are so very short, but some things still breed true. None of his line have ever given up anything they would claim. WOW! this is just fantastic!

Thanks for both these snippets!

Thank you!

I like that bit of ruthless thug in Arthur. It will make him a very, very scary (and successful) king.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, the first was funny and wonderful.

The second gave me goosebumps and did what all fanfic should aspire to achieve: it completely remade my understanding of the show and the characters.

Pimped in my journal. :)

Thank you! *glee* The second one makes me happy.

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I love this posessive Arthur. *g*

The second one can't be finished, right...? I'm so intrigued!

I don't know if it was the subtlety of the reference, or if I'm just unfamiliar with the myth (I'm assuming it is from a (historical?) myth, but maybe I'm wrong there...). Who was the slave who "helped drive Rome from Albion"? What "clumsy, stylized crest" is on that ring?

I really loved both of these! Please continue the second..?

Kind of. Some historical speculation is that Arthur was, or was descended from, a Roman centurion or Roman period. I"ve always liked that hugely.

And thanks!

OH ARTHUR~~

"After all," he calls back cheerfully, "if you are going to continue to try and die for me, you might as well do it well."

That's probably one of the most romantic lines in the fandom *___* I can't tell which of the two stories I love best--bully!Arthur is so hot, while worrisome!arthur is mighty cute--so I won't. I'll tell you I like both so much, instead. Thanks for sharing~

Thank you!

I seriously thought I was the only one with a crush on him when he's a bully! It's just totally against all I know of Arthur. And therefore I love it.

<3!!! this is very good, and you characterized them and tied in Arthur's history very well, I loved it!

Aw such a boy, can't actually come out and say he cares but Merlin understands anyway.

Thanks very much!

Yeah, I think Merlin gets the subtext there.

Both...so awesome, but the second one was just lovely <3333 I adore Arthur and his attempt to try and not be too sentimental but failing (which of course, is utterly fine by me lol)
Wonderful piece ^_^