Merlin AU - Scholarly Pursuits
a university student/teacher AU for Caitlin
There are a few things Merlin knows for certain: he’s clever, he learns fast, he has an unhealthy caffeine habit and a slightly overzealous passion for old dusty stories, his handwriting is messy, he’ll never understand the rules of football, and his research supervisor is completely, unfairly fit. And off-limits.
But even knowing all that Merlin can’t help the skip in his heart when Pendragon praises him or his work. Or the warmth that pools in his stomach when he realizes they’ve been discussing Merlin’s thesis, and Pendragon’s—Arthur’s—work for hours without either of them getting tired. Or the shiver down his spine when Arthur leans over a book with him—tracing the words with his fingers, speaking low and close to his ear—and Merlin has to resist the urge to lean against Arthur, into the solidity of his body.
And so there are a few things Merlin knows he wants and doesn’t want. He wants to finish his thesis with honours, and to publish at least one paper before the end of the year. He wants to work with Arthur, but he also wants Arthur, but he doesn’t want to get expelled, or for Arthur to lose his job, or to change program or school, or to stop coming into Arthur’s office with a coffee at the end of the day, and for Arthur to look up from the papers he’s grading, hair messy and tie loosened, and for his face to split into a grin at the sight of Merlin.
It’s a bit of a mess really, but Merlin’s up to the challenge. After all, he’s clever and fast and he might not know how to play football, but there are other games he’s willing to bet he can learn how to play.
Betrothal AU “Here ye Hear ye, pore your brew and make merry for peace is upon us!” is what the subjects of Camelot and Avalon are hearing everywhere. After years of animosity between kingdoms and after the deaths of both Uther and Balinor, the new kings have decided to unite the neighboring kingdoms at last. What better way to express unity than with a betrothal-of their two Majesties. Although maybe “King Arthur, you are a prat of majestic proportions!” and “You idiotic fool, you turned me into an a-ehAH-ss!” are far from confessions of affection, the subjects are happy. In between the name calling and pranks though, there are two Kings falling in love-and a bunch of knights staying out of the way. Far out of the away.“You’re a clotpole.” “That’s not a word, Merlin” ….”Merlin?” “Yes” “Did you give me a tail?!”