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House of the Rising Sun by 01100100 (PG)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~14,971
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
01100100
Author Website: 01100100's Website
Why this must be read: In a fandom that's pretty much all about either the boy with the secret magic or the Merlin/Arthur bromance of legend, this is a story that is really about Arthur. When Uther suddenly dies, Arthur is thrust into a kingship he's not ready for. Ah, but wait. It's much more complicated than that because even on the first night of his return, Arthur starts being visited by a somewhat cantankerous Uther-ghost, who has more than a few things to say about Arthur's bedmate (Merlin) and his approach to kingship. Think you've got this story figured out? You don't. The author gives us a fabulous character building tale with mystery and ghosts, friendship and love, and the opportunity to see Arthur as king, even though he's still really just a prince. Intrigued? I hope so.
"And do you see him now, Sire?" Gaius asked, looking at Arthur as if Arthur might explode into ribbons of madness.
"No," Arthur answered slowly. "I told you, I saw him last night. I haven't seen him since then. Either I'm mad or there's something to this, Gaius."
"I do not doubt you for a moment, Sire," Gaius answered. "I will look into it and perhaps we can help your father pass on."
"Fine," Arthur said, accepting Gaius had labelled him as mad.
Gaius ambled off towards Merlin, where he whispered loud enough for the people of Albion to hear, "I think he's mad with grief."
With that brilliant observation out of the way, Gaius offered Arthur a reassuring look and left. Merlin came to Arthur's side where he was sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling on a boot.
"Did... your father see--"
"Everything apparently," Arthur replied. "He's never looked so proud."
Merlin covered his eyes with his hand, because apparently that somehow wiped out things in the past. Arthur just shook his head and stared at him as he bemoaned, "That's not embarrassing at all."
Arthur frowned. "You believe me?"
Merlin's hand dropped as he nodded. "Of course. I mean, if you really think he's a spirit, maybe he is."
"Oh," Arthur said. "Well, good." They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Merlin, of course, just had to look at him in a way that suggested he was going to find some variation on the theme of whether Arthur was mad with grief or not. Arthur made a face. "I'm fine. Stop worrying."
"Your father just died. It's all right to be a little upset you know. Even if you are king."
"I know,” he said. “I am. But this day was always going to come." Of course that was when he spotted Uther sighing by the open window, like he had never lived. "Besides, it's not like he went very far."
Read the story and feedback the author: House of the Rising Sun
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~14,971
Author on LJ:
01100100Author Website: 01100100's Website
Why this must be read: In a fandom that's pretty much all about either the boy with the secret magic or the Merlin/Arthur bromance of legend, this is a story that is really about Arthur. When Uther suddenly dies, Arthur is thrust into a kingship he's not ready for. Ah, but wait. It's much more complicated than that because even on the first night of his return, Arthur starts being visited by a somewhat cantankerous Uther-ghost, who has more than a few things to say about Arthur's bedmate (Merlin) and his approach to kingship. Think you've got this story figured out? You don't. The author gives us a fabulous character building tale with mystery and ghosts, friendship and love, and the opportunity to see Arthur as king, even though he's still really just a prince. Intrigued? I hope so.
"And do you see him now, Sire?" Gaius asked, looking at Arthur as if Arthur might explode into ribbons of madness.
"No," Arthur answered slowly. "I told you, I saw him last night. I haven't seen him since then. Either I'm mad or there's something to this, Gaius."
"I do not doubt you for a moment, Sire," Gaius answered. "I will look into it and perhaps we can help your father pass on."
"Fine," Arthur said, accepting Gaius had labelled him as mad.
Gaius ambled off towards Merlin, where he whispered loud enough for the people of Albion to hear, "I think he's mad with grief."
With that brilliant observation out of the way, Gaius offered Arthur a reassuring look and left. Merlin came to Arthur's side where he was sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling on a boot.
"Did... your father see--"
"Everything apparently," Arthur replied. "He's never looked so proud."
Merlin covered his eyes with his hand, because apparently that somehow wiped out things in the past. Arthur just shook his head and stared at him as he bemoaned, "That's not embarrassing at all."
Arthur frowned. "You believe me?"
Merlin's hand dropped as he nodded. "Of course. I mean, if you really think he's a spirit, maybe he is."
"Oh," Arthur said. "Well, good." They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Merlin, of course, just had to look at him in a way that suggested he was going to find some variation on the theme of whether Arthur was mad with grief or not. Arthur made a face. "I'm fine. Stop worrying."
"Your father just died. It's all right to be a little upset you know. Even if you are king."
"I know,” he said. “I am. But this day was always going to come." Of course that was when he spotted Uther sighing by the open window, like he had never lived. "Besides, it's not like he went very far."
Read the story and feedback the author: House of the Rising Sun
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New link for the story. All this author's fic is now on AO3 under the name dvs. Happy reading.