Merlin paced around his tiny dirt home, thinking about the journey that lay ahead of him. He already killed a horse whilst returning home from his previous adventure, and he felt so bad about it that he was killing himself mentally for it. But life goes on, as he had learned. All of a sudden, his vision was filled with a white flash that faded quickly to reveal Arthur.
"Merlin, you are such an idiot!" Arthur insisted. Merlin looked up from where he was scrubbing the floor of Arthur's chambers, which was progressively getting cleaner and cleaner. The king was shirtless and he was waving his shirt in the air.
"Did you expect me to wear something that you haven't washed properly, Merlin?" Arthur flourished the shirt again. As it hung in the air, Merlin saw a great purple stain on the front of the pristine white shirt. "This is what I was going to wear to the feast tonight! Idiot!"
"Show me the stain." Merlin said. Arthur moved the shirt so it was hanging between his hands, pulled tight so no folds were in the cloth. Arthur stabbed a finger in the middle of the stain. Merlin plopped the scrubbing brush he was using into the bucket of soapy water and stood, taking the shirt from Arthur and looking down at it, confused.
"You'd better either be able to get this splotch out, or get me a new white shirt, Merlin. I don't need Gwe- the kingdom to see me with a messy shirt." Merlin painfully aware of his slip-up, how he was gong to say Gwenivere, how he believed tht such a foolish crush could be love. His destiny was laid on the wrong path, but Merlin could never convince him of that. Arthur smacked Merlin on the back of the head.
"I said, you have to get the spot out or get me a new shirt, Merlin. Now!" Even whilst angry, the king was very attractive. Maybe that was why he kept on messing up. Merlin walked quickly out of Arthur's chambers, but decided to throw something over his shoulder.
"I guess you'll have to figure out how to use a scrubbing brush and bucket yourself!" As he strode down he halls, he heard an angry roar of his name that only made him smile and move faster.
Then white flooded over his vision again and when it cleared away, he saw the mud wall of his pitiful underground hollow. Merlin screamed in agony, slamming his fist against the earth and collapsing on the cold dirt. He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth for a while, muttering Arthur's name and crying to himself. But after a while, Merlin stood up, a new determination and almost anger sweeping over his body. He would bring Arthur back, even if he had to run across the entire world and back.
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Merthur
FanfictionA Merthur story. It has been fifty years since Arthur died, and Merlin has not aged. He is desperate to hear Arthur's voice again, to be called an idiot by his favorite person again, he wants all these things that he can only do with Arthur. He fina...
