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Peach, Plum, Pear by sweetestdrain (R)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~ 13,750
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sweetestdrain
Author Website: Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: This is a Future!fic set in that not-so-distant world where Arthur is King and Guinevere is his wife, although it's not a match made for love. Merlin has disappeared from the Kingdom, and Arthur's never really gotten over that, so when he puts forth a call to find a Court Magician, he's half-hoping Merlin will appear. What he gets is not quite what he bargained for. Long, plotty, and by turns, sad and sweet.
Arthur hid a yawn behind his hand. The sorcerer from the village of Reathon fumbled his spoon for a moment before collecting himself, taking a deep breath, and beginning to stir the contents of his pot counterclockwise.
"What is he doing?" Arthur hissed.
At his side, Guenevere cast a placating look at him. "A spell, my lord."
"It looks like a stew made of hog gut and caterpillars," Arthur announced, no longer attempting to hide his dislike. The sorcerer flinched, but kept stirring. "Rotten hog gut. What the hell is it supposed to accomplish?"
Guenevere looked ready to defend the hapless magician, but her brow furrowed and she said nothing. They both looked back at the man. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead; his arms were trembling. He began stirring clockwise.
Guenevere shook her head, sighing. "I don't know, my lord."
"Well, whatever it is, it's ridiculous."
"Not all magicians carry their skill in the palm of their hand, your majesty." This time, when she glanced at Arthur, her look was too knowing.
Not all magicians were Merlin, she meant. Twelve years since Merlin had fled Camelot, and still Arthur often thought of the boy he had known. It was in times like these, when Arthur was confronted yet again with the pomp, pageantry, and general uselessness of the kingdom's sorcerers, that he missed Merlin most.
Read the story and feedback the author: Peach, Plum, Pear
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: ~ 13,750
Author on LJ:
sweetestdrainAuthor Website: Fic on LJ
Why this must be read: This is a Future!fic set in that not-so-distant world where Arthur is King and Guinevere is his wife, although it's not a match made for love. Merlin has disappeared from the Kingdom, and Arthur's never really gotten over that, so when he puts forth a call to find a Court Magician, he's half-hoping Merlin will appear. What he gets is not quite what he bargained for. Long, plotty, and by turns, sad and sweet.
Arthur hid a yawn behind his hand. The sorcerer from the village of Reathon fumbled his spoon for a moment before collecting himself, taking a deep breath, and beginning to stir the contents of his pot counterclockwise.
"What is he doing?" Arthur hissed.
At his side, Guenevere cast a placating look at him. "A spell, my lord."
"It looks like a stew made of hog gut and caterpillars," Arthur announced, no longer attempting to hide his dislike. The sorcerer flinched, but kept stirring. "Rotten hog gut. What the hell is it supposed to accomplish?"
Guenevere looked ready to defend the hapless magician, but her brow furrowed and she said nothing. They both looked back at the man. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead; his arms were trembling. He began stirring clockwise.
Guenevere shook her head, sighing. "I don't know, my lord."
"Well, whatever it is, it's ridiculous."
"Not all magicians carry their skill in the palm of their hand, your majesty." This time, when she glanced at Arthur, her look was too knowing.
Not all magicians were Merlin, she meant. Twelve years since Merlin had fled Camelot, and still Arthur often thought of the boy he had known. It was in times like these, when Arthur was confronted yet again with the pomp, pageantry, and general uselessness of the kingdom's sorcerers, that he missed Merlin most.
Read the story and feedback the author: Peach, Plum, Pear