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Beautiful Dreamer - Merlin/Arthur

Title: Beautiful Dreamer
Author: [personal profile] digthewriter
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 875
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU
Challenge/Summary: Arthur tries to finalise things with Merlin.
A/N: Unbetaed. Written as part 19 of the "A SECRET ADMIRER?" Story. (ao3 link is best to catch up). Written for prompt: Songs by the Beatles for [community profile] ficlet_zone. The song I picked was: Beautiful Dreamer.

Arthur had never slept so peacefully. He had soon forgotten the sounds of the rude world he'd heard in the day as his night was full of love, and passion. For Merlin.

When he woke up in a different bed, in a room he'd not immediately recognised, he'd not panicked. Because next to him was the sweet man he'd come to admire. Merlin was wrapped around his body, with the both of them mostly naked, and Merlin breathing into the crook of Arthur's neck.

As Arthur caressed Merlin's back, Merlin stirred. But he didn't fully wake up. If anything, he edged himself closer to Arthur and mumbled something.

"I have to go soon," Arthur whispered in Merlin's hair. He hated how he had to leave but he'd made plans with his father and sister and he couldn't miss them. If he were going to be late, Morgana would only have his head. She'd want to know all about why Arthur was late, and given how she knew Merlin, the news would only spread fast.

He wasn't keeping it a secret—him and Merlin—but he wanted to know what they were to each other before Morgana went around announcing it to the world.

"What?" Merlin asked, sleepily. He looked up at Arthur, his eyes wide, and he looked so fucking innocent right then, all Arthur wanted to do was pull the covers over them and never let him go.

"I made plans with my sister and my father. I didn't know—" We'd be like this. "Otherwise, I would have changed but I'm afraid it's too late. My father doesn't look kindly down on me cancelling on the day of…I'm sorry. I wish I could…"

"No, it's okay. I don't…" Merlin chuckled nervously. "I don't have any claim on you."

But you do. You have all the claim on me.

"I want to stay," Arthur said, feeling the need to tell Merlin something he wasn't able to actually say. I want to stay with you, always. "Make you breakfast and…"

"My mum's already started on that. Probably," Merlin said and he tore his body away from Arthur. Arthur immediately missed the man next to him.

"Hey. Come back!" Arthur wrapped his arms around Merlin's waist and pulled him close. "Don't go away from me. I need you." Arthur took in a deep breath and buried his face in Merlin's hair. "I need your body."

"For how long?" Arthur heard Merlin say.


"Nothing. Sorry!" Merlin said, relaxing into Arthur's embrace. "Forget I said anything. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry, I—"

"Let's be together, yeah?" Arthur said and didn't offer Merlin any time to respond. "I'll call you all the time, we'll make plans to go out, dinner, cinema, all the parties. Together. We'll be a proper item and all."

"D'you mean like…"

"Boyfriends," confirmed Arthur. "I want to be your boyfriend, okay? If that's alright with you. I don't wanna date anyone else, and I don't want you going around kissing or shagging other blokes—"

"I wouldn't. I haven't done that in a long time."

"Well, you are good as they come, so. I didn't think you were the type to go back and cheat on your boyfriend…I mean, trust me. I'm the expert on spotting those types of blokes," Arthur joked, or at least tried to. Owen's betrayal wasn't a distant memory. Not by the long shot.

"Arthur, I—"

"Merlin. Are you in there? I've just put on a pot of coffee and am making breakfast. If you boys are still here I expect you out in five minutes or it's breakfast for one."

Merlin's eyes widened and his body stiffened in Arthur's arms.

"We better get up then," Arthur whispered in Merlin's ear.

"You mean, you're staying?" Merlin sounded surprised and he wriggled out of Arthur's hold and went to find his clothes.

"I reckon I have to now. I'll have coffee and toast before I head over to my flat to change. I don't wanna be rude to your mum, Merlin. I mean, I want her to like me. I'm her future son-in-law." Arthur winked and turned away. He knew his face was turning red and he didn't want to show Merlin just how nervous he was. He couldn't believe he'd just said that.

"Don't joke about that kind of shite, Arthur." Merlin came around the bed to face Arthur. "It's not funny."

"What's not funny?" Arthur asked. "That I like you. A lot. I wanna—I am your boyfriend. That ever since I've managed to get my head out of my arse, I haven't been able to think about anyone but you. I've fucked up with you royally—a million and a half times—and you've been giving me seconds chances, and third, and so forth… and all I want to do is make it up to you?"



"Fuck, I've gotta go outside. Here take these…" Merlin handed Arthur a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. "Wear this and come soon. Or she'll think you don't like her."

With a quick kiss on Arthur's lips, Merlin was gone. Arthur knew he was a dreamer. But Merlin…he was a dreamer too.

Arthur's beautiful dreamer.

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