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crack_van2009-09-21 10:20 am
merelyn.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-09-21 10:20 am
Easy There by syllic (NC-17)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Length: ~50K
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
syllic
Author Website: Her fiction sticky post is here.
Why this must be read:
It must be my lucky month because, in another case of fortuitous timing, yet another amazing WIP has just been completed in time for me to rec it here!
Easy There is Merlin fandom's Oxford rowing AU, wherein Merlin is coxing and Arthur is rowing in the Blue boat. I know very little about the Boat Race and/or life in Oxford, but this is the kind of fic that's so rich and full of detail (and a glossary and notes!) that you feel as though you've lived and breathed in that world your whole life. Merlin and Arthur and Gwen and Morgana and Lancelot are all wonderfully realized as its inhabitants.
Despite the fact the this was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
harlequinmerlin and syllic claims it's full of cliches, what I like most about Easy There is how deftly uncliched it actually is. As we see Arthur and Merlin becoming friends and something more, syllic avoids doing things exactly as you might expect. What's left is a warm, awkward, slow-building connection between them that feels incredibly true to both characters and is all the better for it.
"Your name really is Arthur?" asked Merlin.
"Yes," apparently-actually-called-Arthur answered tightly. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, no," said Merlin, conciliatory, before Lancelot jumped in,
"Mate. Mate. Your name is Arthur? Jesus fucking Christ. I'm Lancelot," he said, holding his hand out.
Arthur shook it as Merlin barrelled on, irrationally impolite but not really caring, because it was cold and he’d been up ludicrously early that morning to do some last-minute revision for a collection,
"—and I'm Merlin," he said. "Welcome to training with what will no doubt be known for the next seven months as the Knights of the Round Table. Again. Thanks for that, really. We weren't doing fine on our own, Lancelot and I, what with the stupid names and the cruel parents and the odd serendipity of our making the Blue boat together last year."
I highly recommend setting some time aside, making a cup of tea for yourself and drinking every last bit of this marvelous story in.
Easy There
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Length: ~50K
Author on LJ:
syllicAuthor Website: Her fiction sticky post is here.
Why this must be read:
It must be my lucky month because, in another case of fortuitous timing, yet another amazing WIP has just been completed in time for me to rec it here!
Easy There is Merlin fandom's Oxford rowing AU, wherein Merlin is coxing and Arthur is rowing in the Blue boat. I know very little about the Boat Race and/or life in Oxford, but this is the kind of fic that's so rich and full of detail (and a glossary and notes!) that you feel as though you've lived and breathed in that world your whole life. Merlin and Arthur and Gwen and Morgana and Lancelot are all wonderfully realized as its inhabitants.
Despite the fact the this was written for
harlequinmerlin and syllic claims it's full of cliches, what I like most about Easy There is how deftly uncliched it actually is. As we see Arthur and Merlin becoming friends and something more, syllic avoids doing things exactly as you might expect. What's left is a warm, awkward, slow-building connection between them that feels incredibly true to both characters and is all the better for it. "Your name really is Arthur?" asked Merlin.
"Yes," apparently-actually-called-Arthur answered tightly. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, no," said Merlin, conciliatory, before Lancelot jumped in,
"Mate. Mate. Your name is Arthur? Jesus fucking Christ. I'm Lancelot," he said, holding his hand out.
Arthur shook it as Merlin barrelled on, irrationally impolite but not really caring, because it was cold and he’d been up ludicrously early that morning to do some last-minute revision for a collection,
"—and I'm Merlin," he said. "Welcome to training with what will no doubt be known for the next seven months as the Knights of the Round Table. Again. Thanks for that, really. We weren't doing fine on our own, Lancelot and I, what with the stupid names and the cruel parents and the odd serendipity of our making the Blue boat together last year."
I highly recommend setting some time aside, making a cup of tea for yourself and drinking every last bit of this marvelous story in.
Easy There