Monthly Archives: September 2013

College: Our characters meet while attending university and end up sharing a dorm room. Awkwardness ensues after a drunk one night stand after a night of partying 

Summer rolled over — tried to roll over. There was something in the way, something warm that gave a little under her touch. She blinked her eyes open, one hand rubbing sleep nits out of green eyes, to find herself tucked up against the firm, muscled shoulder of a sleeping blond.

A very handsome blond.

A /very/ familiar blond.

“Aw, shite,” she muttered. Not only was Arthur lying on her red hair, making it impossible for her to get up, or even move very far — from the looks of things, and her admittedly slightly hazy memories, they’d slept together.

After agreeing not to at the beginning of the school year. A month ago.

She flopped over as far as she could go and groaned. At least she didn’t have a hangover, but sleeping with Arthur, after agreeing not to, was just as bad. Well, almost as bad.

Well — from what she remembered, not really bad at all. She wasn’t sure if she was glad or upset that drinking didn’t impair her memory.

“Arthur. Wake up.”

“How are things?”

merlinyouidioticservant:

iamthefirechild:

geluisms:

“Alright, I guess.” He hummed, shrugging his shoulders. “The usual Camelot drama. Nothing I can’t handle, though. And you?”

“I’m /so/ completely bored. I’m not allowed to work out with the knights, lest the King see, and I hardly know anyone else.”

“That’s rubbish,” the warlock grumbled, slowly letting the girl go and crossing his arms over his chest. But then he smiled as an idea seemed to form in his mind. “… Well, I’m the King’s manservant… I think I can pull a few strings.. If you want.”

“That would be beyond spectacular!” The redhead actually jumped with glee, and hugged Merlin again, this time adding a kiss as well. “I knew you would be the person to help me.”

I refuse to throw up in response to something that probably has nothing to do with me at all. I refuse.

I /hate/ it when I get like this. So much.

Merlin?

wordlesswarlock:

iamthefirechild:

wordlesswarlock:

iamthefirechild:

wordlesswarlock:

*looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles* Hey, Summer. What’s going on? 

“I was just talking to — to someone I fancied, I know he’s not interested, but I was just talking, and when I walked away I overheard something — anyway, it’s probably nothing. I just — it sounded like they were talking about me.”

*puts the book on the side* What did he say? 

“It doesn’t matter, really … just something about how stupid someone was, and couldn’t they see that they weren’t going to get what they wanted, and how painful it was to watch that kind of thing. It wasn’t — I mean, the person I was talking to didn’t say it, it was someone else, someone I know they’re friends with — it doesn’t matter, Merlin.”

Summer, if it hurt you, then it matters. That was incredibly disrespectful, and you shouldn’t have to stand for it, even if they didn’t think you could hear it. Do you know who said it? 

“It wasn’t — ” She flushed. “I don’t know the person who said it, I just know it was someone … I think he’s a knight.”

I feel like I ought to stop following certain people, to both spare myself the temptation and because right now I’m irrationally convinced that they don’t like me, don’t want me around, and wish I would stop talking to them at all.

But what about what I want, which is to continue to enjoy their good writing and roleplay?

Merlin?

wordlesswarlock:

iamthefirechild:

wordlesswarlock:

iamthefirechild:

wordlesswarlock:

*looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles* Hey, Summer. What’s going on? 

“If I did something you didn’t like, you would tell me, right?”

Of course I would. Why, did something happen? 

“I was just talking to — to someone I fancied, I know he’s not interested, but I was just talking, and when I walked away I overheard something — anyway, it’s probably nothing. I just — it sounded like they were talking about me.”

*puts the book on the side* What did he say? 

“It doesn’t matter, really … just something about how stupid someone was, and couldn’t they see that they weren’t going to get what they wanted, and how painful it was to watch that kind of thing. It wasn’t — I mean, the person I was talking to didn’t say it, it was someone else, someone I know they’re friends with — it doesn’t matter, Merlin.”

Merlin?

wordlesswarlock:

iamthefirechild:

wordlesswarlock:

*looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles* Hey, Summer. What’s going on? 

“If I did something you didn’t like, you would tell me, right?”

Of course I would. Why, did something happen? 

“I was just talking to — to someone I fancied, I know he’s not interested, but I was just talking, and when I walked away I overheard something — anyway, it’s probably nothing. I just — it sounded like they were talking about me.”