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Winter in Their Cry by Lantean Drift (NC-17)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~ 9000 words
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lantean_drift
Author Website: Lantean Drift's Merlin Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: There really isn't anything much better than a Protective!Arthur. I don't know what it says about a lot of us fangirls (and boys) who like to see Merlin beaten and pushed around for the sake of allowing Arthur to be all protective and possessive, but hey, we like what we like, right? And this story does nicely in pushing those buttons. It's got an angry Arthur who's ready to go out and defend Merlin's honour in the middle of the night, and a reassuring Merlin who insists that the two of them together is all that really matters. *sigh*
“What happened?” Arthur asked, his voice dangerously low. It was the voice that Merlin associated with a truly angry Arthur.
“Don’t get mad at me,” he said, wounded that Arthur had immediately assumed he’d done something to deserve it. “I didn’t say anything that you didn’t tell me to say.”
“Rion did this?”
Something in Arthur’s tone quickly clued Merlin in to what he was really angry about and Merlin realised he’d made a grave error.
“Arthur, it doesn’t – he was just being his usual obnoxious self – it’s not – where are you going? Arthur?” Merlin grabbed his arm as he reached the door. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time he left the castle,” Arthur said, his eyes fixed on the cut on Merlin’s lip.
“It’s near midnight, Arthur, you can’t go throwing people into the street at this time of night.”
“I’m the Crown Prince, I can have him beheaded at this time of night if I choose to. He has outstayed his welcome.” Arthur started for the door again.
“It would cause a scandal to have a nobleman thrown from the castle – Arthur, listen to me, he was being vile because he could, it’s not important.”
“It is important,” Arthur barked, turning on him and grabbing his face, his grip softening immediately.
Read the story and feedback the author: Winter in Their Cry
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~ 9000 words
Author on LJ:
lantean_driftAuthor Website: Lantean Drift's Merlin Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: There really isn't anything much better than a Protective!Arthur. I don't know what it says about a lot of us fangirls (and boys) who like to see Merlin beaten and pushed around for the sake of allowing Arthur to be all protective and possessive, but hey, we like what we like, right? And this story does nicely in pushing those buttons. It's got an angry Arthur who's ready to go out and defend Merlin's honour in the middle of the night, and a reassuring Merlin who insists that the two of them together is all that really matters. *sigh*
“What happened?” Arthur asked, his voice dangerously low. It was the voice that Merlin associated with a truly angry Arthur.
“Don’t get mad at me,” he said, wounded that Arthur had immediately assumed he’d done something to deserve it. “I didn’t say anything that you didn’t tell me to say.”
“Rion did this?”
Something in Arthur’s tone quickly clued Merlin in to what he was really angry about and Merlin realised he’d made a grave error.
“Arthur, it doesn’t – he was just being his usual obnoxious self – it’s not – where are you going? Arthur?” Merlin grabbed his arm as he reached the door. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time he left the castle,” Arthur said, his eyes fixed on the cut on Merlin’s lip.
“It’s near midnight, Arthur, you can’t go throwing people into the street at this time of night.”
“I’m the Crown Prince, I can have him beheaded at this time of night if I choose to. He has outstayed his welcome.” Arthur started for the door again.
“It would cause a scandal to have a nobleman thrown from the castle – Arthur, listen to me, he was being vile because he could, it’s not important.”
“It is important,” Arthur barked, turning on him and grabbing his face, his grip softening immediately.
Read the story and feedback the author: Winter in Their Cry