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fic: Bohemian Rhapsody (6/?)
Title: Bohemian Rhapsody (6/?)
Author: elirwen
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Lance, Morgana/Leon, Gwaine/Elena
Rating: PG for this chapter (will be NC-17)
Genre: high school AU
Word Count (this chapter): 502
Beta: none
Warnings: none for this part
Author: elirwen
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Lance, Morgana/Leon, Gwaine/Elena
Rating: PG for this chapter (will be NC-17)
Genre: high school AU
Word Count (this chapter): 502
Beta: none
Warnings: none for this part
Summary: Two weeks in Czech Republic, two oblivious boys and bunch of their classmates. What could go wrong?
Masterpost: http://elirwen.livejournal.com/5532.html
A/N: Freshly edited. (11th April 2013)
Masterpost: http://elirwen.livejournal.com/5532.html
A/N: Freshly edited. (11th April 2013)
Day Five
Merlin feels a hand on his shoulder and he opens his eyes, squinting at Arthur above him.
“Morning,” Arthur says and pecks him on the lips.
“Morning,” Merlin greets back and stretches. “What time is it?”
“Half past seven.”
“Why didn't you wake me earlier?”
“You looked so peaceful. Didn't have the heart.”
“You watched me sleep?”
“Well...”
Arthur is blushing.
“Come here,” Merlin says and pulls Arthur down for a proper kiss.
* * *
At the breakfast, they act as usual, only with occasional lingering touches and the kind of smile that is reserved only for the other.
Gwen is watching them suspiciously, sending Merlin looks that are clearly saying, “we need to talk.”
Morgana and Leon are feeding each other from the same plate, in the same fashion as Gwen and Lancelot do next to them and - Merlin almost chokes on his water – Morgana giggles at something Leon says.
“What a surprise,” Arthur whispers to Merlin's ear. “Never thought anyone could make Morgana giggle and here he is.”
Suddenly Gwaine is behind them, throwing his arms around their shoulders.
“Hope that was something filthy you were whispering in Merlin's ear. The loos are free, you know? I could watch the door for you.”
Arthur huffs out a short laugh.
“No, thanks,” he says. “What about you and Elena?”
“She's very flexible.”
“Oh, god!” Arthur's head hits the table.
“We played twister, you pervert!” Gwaine says, laughing.
* * *
Arthur sits next to Merlin on the bus. They entwine their fingers when everyone is seated, keeping their hands in the space between them. They aren’t too eager for attention.
Gwen gets off her seat and hands Merlin a package wrapped in a gift paper. Her eyes slide to their joined hands, but thankfully she doesn't comment on it.
“Happy birthday,” she says. “It's from Morgana and me.”
“Happy birthday,” comes from behind where Morgana is sitting, head on Leon's shoulder.
“Thanks,” Merlin says and opens it.
Inside is a set of a long black scarf with a yellow dragon on one of the ends and black gloves, both made of the same soft wool.
“You're always complaining about being cold, so we thought it'd be a good idea,” Gwen says.
“It's amazing,” Merlin says. “Thank you both so much.”
“Thank mostly to Gwen. She did all the work. I just provided the material.”
“And a pattern idea, right?” Arthur says. “The dragon. Really, Morgana?”
“What's wrong with the dragon? I like dragons,” Merlin says, confused.
Arthur takes the end of the scarf in his hands.
“It's not just any dragon. It's a Pendragon's crest,” Arthur explains.
“Oh,” Merlin says. “I think I like it even better now.”
“I knew you would,” Morgana says with a smile.
* * *
“I didn't know it's your birthday today,” Arthur says quietly.
“It's okay. I mean, how could you know?”
“Gwen knew.”
“She's been my best friend since, I don't know... nursery?”
“I'll make it up to you,” Arthur says, leaning a bit closer to Merlin.
“Whatever makes you happy,” Merlin says, squeezing Arthur's hand.
* * *
They arrive to Lednice. It’s their starting point for a trip through local protected landscape area which is a part of UNESCO.
Gwen pulls him away from the group.
“Spill,” she says.
“Huh?”
“Don't play dumb, Merlin. You and Arthur. I want details.”
Merlin can't stop the grin that spreads over his face.
“There's not much to say. We talked, he showed me some constellations,...”
“Aww,” Gwen sighs.
“And...” Merlin trails off.
“And?”
“We... err... kissed...and snuggled. And we're kind of dating now.”
Gwen is squealing and jumping around him.
“Stop it,” Merlin hisses.
“But that's so cute.”
“We'd like some privacy.”
“Yeah, sure, sorry.”
Gwen calms down a bit but is still grinning madly.
“I've got to tell Morgana.”
“Whatever. It's not like I can stop you,” Merlin says with a shrugs.
* * *
They get on a sightseeing boat, Arthur draping an arm around Merlin's shoulders, shooting grudging looks in Valiant's direction.
“He wouldn't try anything in front of the teachers,” Merlin says.
“Not taking any chances,” Arthur says and squeezes his shoulder.
“Possessive,” Merlin says, but leans into Arthur's side.
* * *
Arthur eats his dinner in haste and dashes out of the room.
“He told me earlier he needed to take care of something,” Gwaine explains when he sees the confusion on Merlin's face.
* * *
Gwaine leads him to a distant part of the camp.
“Wait here,” he says and leaves him sitting on one of the benches there.
Arthur comes to him from behind, handing him a small bunch of meadow flowers.
“Happy birthday,” he says and brushes his lips over Merlin’s.
He pulls him through bushes into a small clearing on the edge of a lake where blanket is already waiting for them. They sit down and Arthur reveals a piece of cake with a single candle stuck in it.
“They didn't have a whole cake,” Arthur says apologetically, lighting the knot.
“It doesn't matter. It's perfect,” Merlin says, holding his hand above the flame. “Where did you get the candle?”
“I asked the staff here, telling them about the situation, and one of them found this one.”
“Thank you,” Merlin whispers.
“Come on, blow it out and wish for something.”
“I've got everything I need right here,” Merlin says, crawling over to Arthur, kissing him soundly.
He settles in his embrace.
“If you won't blow it out, your cake is going to burn.”
Merlin laughs.
“Let's do it together.”
He picks the plate up.
“On three.”
Arthur nods.
“One. Two. Three.”
They both blow and the flame fizzles. Merlin wishes for them to be together forever.
* * *
They eat the cake, talking about their past birthdays.
“When I was seven, Mum gave me a bike. I broke my forearm when riding it for the first time.”
“Only you,” Arthur says, laughing. “I only managed to crush the window with a new football once. Father wasn't happy.”
“I can imagine.”
Arthur reaches behind himself, his hand returning with a small package.
“I bought this in SOOS, but didn't have the courage to give it to you. And I don't have any better present, so here it is.”
“Just being with you is great enough,” Merlin says and unwraps the gift.
“These are bracelets of friendship. You wear one and give the second to someone you care about,” Arthur says.
Merlin looks at them in his palm.
“Will you hook it up for me?” he asks, holding out his wrist to Arthur.
Arthur does and Merlin takes his wrist then, fastening the other bracelet around it.
“Hope you don't mind.”
“Kinda hoped you'd do it,” Arthur says with a smile.
* * *
They take a quick shower and return to their cabin for two. They’re sitting on their beds against each other. Merlin is shuffling his feet and biting his lip. Arthur is playing with the ring on his forefinger. They keep glancing at each other.
Merlin nudges Arthur's feet and Arthur nudges back.
Arthur takes a deep breath, stands up, draws the curtains and sit down next to Merlin who turned to him and goes for a kiss. Their noses bump and Merlin laughs nervously until Arthur covers his lips with his own.
Arthur is pushing him down and Merlin takes the hint and crawls on the bed further, not breaking the kiss. Arthur follows, propped on his elbows above Merlin who rests his hands on Arthur's lower back.
They break the kiss and Arthur kneels next to Merlin, tangling their fingers together. Merlin pats the space next to himself.
“Plenty of room here,” he says and Arthur smiles at him before lying down.
It takes them a while, some elbows in the ribs and a head hitting a wall before they find the right position on the not so big bed. It’s the same one as last evening with Arthur on his back and Merlin with his head on Arthur's shoulder, arm draped around his waist.
Merlin pulls a blanket over them and snuggles closer.
“Thanks for everything,” he whispers.
“It was nothing. Good night, Merlin,” Arthur says and kisses the top of Merlin's head.
“Good night,” Merlin says, caressing Arthur's side.
A/N: a bit of something about Lednice-Valtice Cultural Landscape: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lednice%E2%80%93Valtice_Cultural_Landscape
Day Seven
Day Six
Merlin feels a hand on his shoulder and he opens his eyes, squinting at Arthur above him.
“Morning,” Arthur says and pecks him on the lips.
“Morning,” Merlin greets back and stretches. “What time is it?”
“Half past seven.”
“Why didn't you wake me earlier?”
“You looked so peaceful. Didn't have the heart.”
“You watched me sleep?”
“Well...”
Arthur is blushing.
“Come here,” Merlin says and pulls Arthur down for a proper kiss.
* * *
At the breakfast, they act as usual, only with occasional lingering touches and the kind of smile that is reserved only for the other.
Gwen is watching them suspiciously, sending Merlin looks that are clearly saying, “we need to talk.”
Morgana and Leon are feeding each other from the same plate, in the same fashion as Gwen and Lancelot do next to them and - Merlin almost chokes on his water – Morgana giggles at something Leon says.
“What a surprise,” Arthur whispers to Merlin's ear. “Never thought anyone could make Morgana giggle and here he is.”
Suddenly Gwaine is behind them, throwing his arms around their shoulders.
“Hope that was something filthy you were whispering in Merlin's ear. The loos are free, you know? I could watch the door for you.”
Arthur huffs out a short laugh.
“No, thanks,” he says. “What about you and Elena?”
“She's very flexible.”
“Oh, god!” Arthur's head hits the table.
“We played twister, you pervert!” Gwaine says, laughing.
* * *
Arthur sits next to Merlin on the bus. They entwine their fingers when everyone is seated, keeping their hands in the space between them. They aren’t too eager for attention.
Gwen gets off her seat and hands Merlin a package wrapped in a gift paper. Her eyes slide to their joined hands, but thankfully she doesn't comment on it.
“Happy birthday,” she says. “It's from Morgana and me.”
“Happy birthday,” comes from behind where Morgana is sitting, head on Leon's shoulder.
“Thanks,” Merlin says and opens it.
Inside is a set of a long black scarf with a yellow dragon on one of the ends and black gloves, both made of the same soft wool.
“You're always complaining about being cold, so we thought it'd be a good idea,” Gwen says.
“It's amazing,” Merlin says. “Thank you both so much.”
“Thank mostly to Gwen. She did all the work. I just provided the material.”
“And a pattern idea, right?” Arthur says. “The dragon. Really, Morgana?”
“What's wrong with the dragon? I like dragons,” Merlin says, confused.
Arthur takes the end of the scarf in his hands.
“It's not just any dragon. It's a Pendragon's crest,” Arthur explains.
“Oh,” Merlin says. “I think I like it even better now.”
“I knew you would,” Morgana says with a smile.
* * *
“I didn't know it's your birthday today,” Arthur says quietly.
“It's okay. I mean, how could you know?”
“Gwen knew.”
“She's been my best friend since, I don't know... nursery?”
“I'll make it up to you,” Arthur says, leaning a bit closer to Merlin.
“Whatever makes you happy,” Merlin says, squeezing Arthur's hand.
* * *
They arrive to Lednice. It’s their starting point for a trip through local protected landscape area which is a part of UNESCO.
Gwen pulls him away from the group.
“Spill,” she says.
“Huh?”
“Don't play dumb, Merlin. You and Arthur. I want details.”
Merlin can't stop the grin that spreads over his face.
“There's not much to say. We talked, he showed me some constellations,...”
“Aww,” Gwen sighs.
“And...” Merlin trails off.
“And?”
“We... err... kissed...and snuggled. And we're kind of dating now.”
Gwen is squealing and jumping around him.
“Stop it,” Merlin hisses.
“But that's so cute.”
“We'd like some privacy.”
“Yeah, sure, sorry.”
Gwen calms down a bit but is still grinning madly.
“I've got to tell Morgana.”
“Whatever. It's not like I can stop you,” Merlin says with a shrugs.
* * *
They get on a sightseeing boat, Arthur draping an arm around Merlin's shoulders, shooting grudging looks in Valiant's direction.
“He wouldn't try anything in front of the teachers,” Merlin says.
“Not taking any chances,” Arthur says and squeezes his shoulder.
“Possessive,” Merlin says, but leans into Arthur's side.
* * *
Arthur eats his dinner in haste and dashes out of the room.
“He told me earlier he needed to take care of something,” Gwaine explains when he sees the confusion on Merlin's face.
* * *
Gwaine leads him to a distant part of the camp.
“Wait here,” he says and leaves him sitting on one of the benches there.
Arthur comes to him from behind, handing him a small bunch of meadow flowers.
“Happy birthday,” he says and brushes his lips over Merlin’s.
He pulls him through bushes into a small clearing on the edge of a lake where blanket is already waiting for them. They sit down and Arthur reveals a piece of cake with a single candle stuck in it.
“They didn't have a whole cake,” Arthur says apologetically, lighting the knot.
“It doesn't matter. It's perfect,” Merlin says, holding his hand above the flame. “Where did you get the candle?”
“I asked the staff here, telling them about the situation, and one of them found this one.”
“Thank you,” Merlin whispers.
“Come on, blow it out and wish for something.”
“I've got everything I need right here,” Merlin says, crawling over to Arthur, kissing him soundly.
He settles in his embrace.
“If you won't blow it out, your cake is going to burn.”
Merlin laughs.
“Let's do it together.”
He picks the plate up.
“On three.”
Arthur nods.
“One. Two. Three.”
They both blow and the flame fizzles. Merlin wishes for them to be together forever.
* * *
They eat the cake, talking about their past birthdays.
“When I was seven, Mum gave me a bike. I broke my forearm when riding it for the first time.”
“Only you,” Arthur says, laughing. “I only managed to crush the window with a new football once. Father wasn't happy.”
“I can imagine.”
Arthur reaches behind himself, his hand returning with a small package.
“I bought this in SOOS, but didn't have the courage to give it to you. And I don't have any better present, so here it is.”
“Just being with you is great enough,” Merlin says and unwraps the gift.
“These are bracelets of friendship. You wear one and give the second to someone you care about,” Arthur says.
Merlin looks at them in his palm.
“Will you hook it up for me?” he asks, holding out his wrist to Arthur.
Arthur does and Merlin takes his wrist then, fastening the other bracelet around it.
“Hope you don't mind.”
“Kinda hoped you'd do it,” Arthur says with a smile.
* * *
They take a quick shower and return to their cabin for two. They’re sitting on their beds against each other. Merlin is shuffling his feet and biting his lip. Arthur is playing with the ring on his forefinger. They keep glancing at each other.
Merlin nudges Arthur's feet and Arthur nudges back.
Arthur takes a deep breath, stands up, draws the curtains and sit down next to Merlin who turned to him and goes for a kiss. Their noses bump and Merlin laughs nervously until Arthur covers his lips with his own.
Arthur is pushing him down and Merlin takes the hint and crawls on the bed further, not breaking the kiss. Arthur follows, propped on his elbows above Merlin who rests his hands on Arthur's lower back.
They break the kiss and Arthur kneels next to Merlin, tangling their fingers together. Merlin pats the space next to himself.
“Plenty of room here,” he says and Arthur smiles at him before lying down.
It takes them a while, some elbows in the ribs and a head hitting a wall before they find the right position on the not so big bed. It’s the same one as last evening with Arthur on his back and Merlin with his head on Arthur's shoulder, arm draped around his waist.
Merlin pulls a blanket over them and snuggles closer.
“Thanks for everything,” he whispers.
“It was nothing. Good night, Merlin,” Arthur says and kisses the top of Merlin's head.
“Good night,” Merlin says, caressing Arthur's side.
A/N: a bit of something about Lednice-Valtice Cultural Landscape: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lednice%E2%80%93Valtice_Cultural_Landscape
Day Seven