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adelagiaTitle: Diamond Dust (Vacuumed From Out of My Lungs)
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Arthur ~*sparkles*~
Notes: Originally written as comment!fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
accordingtomel, inspired by a short discussion on the works of Stephenie Meyer, and garnished with a light sprinkling of crack. Title rearranged from Arrested Development 2x02.
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The trouble with Merlin was that he was hopelessly oblivious about everything. Like the fact that Arthur had long ago cottoned on to his magical abilities, or that two fingers jabbing northward meant "HEAD NORTH, MERLIN," or that Arthur yelling at him all the time was only code for being seriously in love with him.
Obviously, less subtle measures were called for.
When a merchant arrived one morning from faraway lands bearing trinkets and charms and miraculous potions guaranteed to ensnare the object of one's affection, Arthur's curiosity was naturally aroused, and he managed to palm a large vial of silvery stuff off the merchant just before Uther lit the pyre.
He had plans to wait till nightfall to use the thing, when he could tiptoe through Gaius's workspace, oil the hinges on Merlin's door and creep into Merlin's room to take up his favourite lurking spot in the left corner, which usually afforded him the best view of Merlin's sweet, moonlit face as he slept unawares.
As the day wore on, however, Arthur decided he wanted results as soon as possible, and smeared some of the vial's glittery contents onto his skin as the label instructed, lying in wait in his chambers beneath a well-placed shaft of sun for the full effect. He undid all the laces on his tunic for extra insurance.
Before long, Merlin loped in. "You called for me?"
"Merlin," Arthur shimmered, sunlight catching off his manful chest, suave.
"Er," said Merlin cautiously, and squinted. "You look different."
"Dazzling?" Arthur sparkled hopefully.
Merlin had to think on this for a moment, which didn't exactly bode well for the efficacy of Arthur's plans. His brow creased suddenly. "It's not some new form of plague, is it?" Undecided as to whether to step forward in concern or back in alarm, Merlin only wobbled in place.
"No," Arthur glinted. "It's just a new... thing I'm trying. To attract -- people of my affections."
"Or blind them," Merlin blurted.
Arthur felt his heart sink into a mire of disappointment and dashed hopes. "You still don't like me, then," he twinkled sadly, quietly.
"What? Of course I do. I liked you better the way you were before," Merlin said, and then stared at him for a bit, eyelids forced at half-mast from all the shine, and rusty cogs creaking to life in his head. "Did you -- I mean, I'm not -- Am I a person of your affections?"
Arthur shrugged, sending an avalanche of glitter to the floor. "So what if you are?" he said churlishly.
Merlin did step forward now, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. "Then I'd say you've gone to a lot of trouble for nothing. You could've just said, Arthur."
"Well, I've been trying to, you idiot," said Arthur, falling back into comfortable old habits.
"Calling people names and throwing food at them to say you like them only works when you're eight," Merlin said.
"Oh, well, what's your grand plan, then?" Arthur folded his arms in a huff, and clouds of gleaming flecks floated into the air like a tiny snowfall.
Merlin gently unknotted his arms and pressed himself forward. "This," he said, and kissed Arthur.
And though Arthur knew that the merchant's wares would never do exactly what it said on the tin, maybe there was a kind of magic in them after all.
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Arthur ~*sparkles*~
Notes: Originally written as comment!fic for
accordingtomel, inspired by a short discussion on the works of Stephenie Meyer, and garnished with a light sprinkling of crack. Title rearranged from Arrested Development 2x02. The trouble with Merlin was that he was hopelessly oblivious about everything. Like the fact that Arthur had long ago cottoned on to his magical abilities, or that two fingers jabbing northward meant "HEAD NORTH, MERLIN," or that Arthur yelling at him all the time was only code for being seriously in love with him.
Obviously, less subtle measures were called for.
When a merchant arrived one morning from faraway lands bearing trinkets and charms and miraculous potions guaranteed to ensnare the object of one's affection, Arthur's curiosity was naturally aroused, and he managed to palm a large vial of silvery stuff off the merchant just before Uther lit the pyre.
He had plans to wait till nightfall to use the thing, when he could tiptoe through Gaius's workspace, oil the hinges on Merlin's door and creep into Merlin's room to take up his favourite lurking spot in the left corner, which usually afforded him the best view of Merlin's sweet, moonlit face as he slept unawares.
As the day wore on, however, Arthur decided he wanted results as soon as possible, and smeared some of the vial's glittery contents onto his skin as the label instructed, lying in wait in his chambers beneath a well-placed shaft of sun for the full effect. He undid all the laces on his tunic for extra insurance.
Before long, Merlin loped in. "You called for me?"
"Merlin," Arthur shimmered, sunlight catching off his manful chest, suave.
"Er," said Merlin cautiously, and squinted. "You look different."
"Dazzling?" Arthur sparkled hopefully.
Merlin had to think on this for a moment, which didn't exactly bode well for the efficacy of Arthur's plans. His brow creased suddenly. "It's not some new form of plague, is it?" Undecided as to whether to step forward in concern or back in alarm, Merlin only wobbled in place.
"No," Arthur glinted. "It's just a new... thing I'm trying. To attract -- people of my affections."
"Or blind them," Merlin blurted.
Arthur felt his heart sink into a mire of disappointment and dashed hopes. "You still don't like me, then," he twinkled sadly, quietly.
"What? Of course I do. I liked you better the way you were before," Merlin said, and then stared at him for a bit, eyelids forced at half-mast from all the shine, and rusty cogs creaking to life in his head. "Did you -- I mean, I'm not -- Am I a person of your affections?"
Arthur shrugged, sending an avalanche of glitter to the floor. "So what if you are?" he said churlishly.
Merlin did step forward now, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. "Then I'd say you've gone to a lot of trouble for nothing. You could've just said, Arthur."
"Well, I've been trying to, you idiot," said Arthur, falling back into comfortable old habits.
"Calling people names and throwing food at them to say you like them only works when you're eight," Merlin said.
"Oh, well, what's your grand plan, then?" Arthur folded his arms in a huff, and clouds of gleaming flecks floated into the air like a tiny snowfall.
Merlin gently unknotted his arms and pressed himself forward. "This," he said, and kissed Arthur.
And though Arthur knew that the merchant's wares would never do exactly what it said on the tin, maybe there was a kind of magic in them after all.
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on 2009-12-13 05:20 pm (UTC)That was absolutely adorable ♥ Thank you so much, there can never be enough A/M fluff in my life *happy sighs*
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on 2009-12-13 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-12-13 06:42 pm (UTC)And especially during Christmas some good fluff is indispensable :P
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on 2009-12-13 05:27 pm (UTC)Sparkly Arthur = EPIC WIN ♥♥
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on 2009-12-13 05:36 pm (UTC)Evil master plan is evil *g*
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on 2009-12-13 05:51 pm (UTC)She has written me an RPS comment fic before, actually ;). But it was purely a friend!fic! Hahaha, I love the master plan. Evil master plans are fun *chuckles* ;D
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on 2009-12-13 06:45 pm (UTC)You should be scared :P
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on 2009-12-13 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-12-13 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-12-13 06:57 pm (UTC)----------------------
Here comes the Master XD
*Godfather theme*
(Uhm, ok, I may have mixed up the shows but the idea stays the same *g*)
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on 2009-12-13 07:13 pm (UTC)*ominous music*
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on 2009-12-13 07:33 pm (UTC)OMG I LOVE YOU ♥ ♥ ♥
Can I steal the banner ? *puppy eyes*
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on 2009-12-13 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-12-13 07:46 pm (UTC)Right, and now I need to prepare myself for the election campaign :P
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on 2009-12-13 06:45 pm (UTC)Relieved you like the fic, though; I never know if I'm funny to anyone other than myself. :D
♥♥
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on 2009-12-13 06:56 pm (UTC)Oh SM.....Arthur is now in your debt *chuckles* ;)
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on 2009-12-13 05:49 pm (UTC)Also, this is my favorite part:
Arthur felt his heart sink into a mire of disappointment and dashed hopes. "You still don't like me, then," he twinkled sadly, quietly.
ARTHUR HAS CLEARLY BEEN TAKING EMO LESSONS FROM CERTAIN PASTY OVERPROTECTIVE VAMPIRES.
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on 2009-12-13 06:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for stopping by! :)
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on 2009-12-13 11:35 pm (UTC)Well, that's one way of putting it!
Also liked the line about Arthur palming some of the potion before the pyre was lit. Very amusing!
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on 2009-12-14 12:28 am (UTC)That bit about the pyre is actually my favourite part of this whole thing. :) Thanks for your comments! ♥