Fly Away (Neverland)
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hopenightTitle: Fly Away (Neverland)
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
hopenight
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,221
Warnings: Modern AU, bad language
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur Darling has always been more grown up then most of his classmates. His father had made sure that such nonsense beliefs did not fill his head as a young child. Magic does not exist to Arthur. It is simply put: childish.
Merlin Panning, on the other, has always been told to grow up. His mother and best friend have always made sure to keep his innocence alive and his magic pure. Magic runs through Merlin as do stories. It is simply put: freeing.
Then the two meet. Suddenly Arthur’s world is thrown out of tilt.
A/N: Thanks to my friend T.J., who beta’d the fic despite having no clue what he was reading! This is for the tobreakthespell challenge!
“Sometimes the best stories that are told are the ones that are completely true but no one believes them.” -Unknown
In an ordinary house on an ordinary street in the ordinary city of London, the completely ordinary ritual of bedtime was going on. The child in the house went protesting that she wasn’t that dirty to the bath. She grumbled as she brushed her teeth. Sulkily she slid on pajamas with unicorns and rainbows on it; then realizing that she was fighting a losing battle in silence climbed into bed. After pulling up her covers, she realized it was story time and as most children do she brightened up.
“Daddy! Daddy! Can you tell me a story?” asked the sweet little girl with long dark hair and bright eyes. She was tucked in safe and sound as most children are at that time of day in a dark oak bed. Her large eyes were focused on her father. He was a tall blonde man with laugh lines around his eyes and a song in his soul. He perched himself at the edge of her bed and smiled.
“Of course I can darling,” answered the man softly. He took out a tanned, calloused hand and stroked her cheek gently. The little girl grinned at the feel of her daddy’s rough, large hands on her face, “But after this story. It’s straight to bed with you. Or else I’ll get in trouble with your Papa. And your Papa is very scary when he’s angry at your Daddy.”
The little girl bobbed her head tight, spiral curls splaying out in every which way with the movement of the nod. She smiled at him widely, revealing a gap where her two front teeth would have been.
“Yes, Daddy,” she promised before asking seriously, “Is it a good story?”
“Oh the very best, princess, I promise.”
“Does of it have interesting places?”asked the girl excitedly.
“Lots,” assured the father.
“Magic?”
“Of course!”
The girl nodded for a moment delighted at the prospect of this tale. Then she thought hard about it. Most fairytales had princesses locked up in towers where men would have to save them and then there would be a lot of kissing. Auntie said that those stories were de-mean-ing toward women. She didn’t know what that word meant but it sounded bad. Plus all that kissy stuff was gross. Her bestest mate Gavin agreed with her whole heartedly on the subject before they scampered off to play football.
She wrinkled her nose at the thought before asking,
“Does it have any mushy stuff?”
“All the best stories do, darling girl.”
“Yuck!” exclaimed the little girl wrinkling her nose up further.
“I promise that it’s minimal though.”
“What does min-ee-mal mean, Daddy?”
“Small.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Can I begin then?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the girl excitedly.
“Alright! Alright calm down sweetheart!” placated the father. And he began the tale…
‘Thou shalt not’ is soon forgotten. ‘Once upon a time’ lasts forever. –Philip Pullman
Every child grows up. It’s a fact of life. Just like every parent has dreams for their child the moment that they are born. They dream of their child being the best and the brightest in anything and everything.
Mrs. Igraine Darling, however, dreamed of a child. Yet she never got one. Until she met a fairy named, Nimueh. She was the prettiest of all the magical creatures up in the stars with long black hair, fair skin, ruby lips, and bright blue eyes. She was a childhood companion of the woman. Sensing her distress, she came back to help her in her endeavor. Since the woman had never lost her childhood belief it was no problem to accept the help.
“I will give you a child, Igraine,” declared the tiny fairy. She fluttered about Igraine’s head playing with her hair. The woman grinned excitedly and many questions fell from her lips.
“Will it be a boy? Will he grow tall like a tree? And be strong like an ox? Will he be handsome and golden? Will he have my eyes?”
Igraine had the most beautiful eyes of all the women on Camelot Court, the street they lived on. They were lovely because they never lost the sparkle that all children maintain at childhood.
“If you ask it, then I will make sure it will happen. Just be sure that you want this, Igraine. There are prices for such things,” warned the fairy.
“I want a son. I want a child. Please Nimueh it is all that I have ever desired,” begged the woman to the tiny creature.
Nimueh sighed and with sad eyes said.
“Then I will make it so.”
And so the fairy Nimueh bestowed upon Igraine a child.
Meanwhile, in a forest where magic lived and breathed as one with man, a woman and a man snuck into a clearing to make love. The woman’s name was Hunith. She was a waitress at a small diner and had lost her way. However, she was helping out with a friend catering at a wedding. She was beautiful in a clumsy way. She was gangly but held a certain grace in her limbs. She had dark blue eyes like the night sky. Her lips were a pale pink and her hair a very dark brown.
There she met a man with raven hair, a handsome face, and a devilish grin. Such as that little boy that pulls the pigtails of the girl he liked was in that smile. He was tall and, like her, awkward in his own skin. But he held a wonderful charm in his manner. Hunith was instantly attracted.
Too much champagne, too much loneliness, too much love was in the air intensified by the magic of the time. Whatever have you led them to that field full of magic…and they made love in the snow.
And so the wild, raw magic in the field gave Hunith a child.
“Every man starts off at the very beginning: birth.” –Unknown
Igraine did have a child, a son like the fairy promised. He was born as the buds burst into bloom in spring. However, she lived only long enough to name him. This was the price that Nimueh warned her about. Her husband was devastated.
Uther Darling loved his wife very much. He was a serious man in stark contrast to her whimsical nature. She believed in soul mates, knights, and throughout her pregnancy she heard the whispers of destiny. She would read tales to her unborn child from a large storybook that was her mother’s. She would whisper secrets of the fairies and the nymphs to him.
Uther, however, believed in order, facts, and figures. He needed actual proof of existence of things. He was serious minded and no nonsense. He thought those romantic notions had no place in the real world. Especially now, when he lost his beautiful, vibrant wife.
He resolved that his son would not believe in this. He awkwardly held the child to his chest. His son opened his eyes: bright, robin egg blue, much like his beloved wife’s eyes. Uther silently cried for the lost of his loving wife.
Nimueh, unseen, cried for the lost of her friend. Her heart broke in two. Fairies cannot survive a broken heart. So she died.
All Uther heard was the sound of bells all around him.
The son of Igraine named Arthur cooed.
Hunith gave birth to her son on All Hallows Eve. This is a time of magic in the air. The young woman noticed strange things that went on during her pregnancy. Floating objects, strange lights, odd sounds, and things the likes of which were magical in and of itself. She knew that he child would be special: very special in a way that made her anxious and excited.
She loved her child with all its strange abilities even in the womb.
So she gave birth to a son on the most magical day of the year. When magic was almost tangible in the air…
Lines blurred between worlds and whispers of this magic floated in gently like a lotus flower floating in a stream. She took a look at her small son with a tuff of raven hair and pure blue eyes with golden flecks in them. She smiled at her child.
“You’re special aren’t you, my son?”
The child’s eyes turned gold and the flowers in the room burst into the fullest, most beautiful bloom. This was a present for the lovely lady holding him like he was a priceless treasure.
Hunith gaped. The child laughed.
It sounded like bells all around her.
She resolved to never let that pure magic die.
She named him Merlin.
It sounded like Destiny.
“Every child grows up…except one.” –J.M. Barrie
Arthur Darling was a very repressed and lonely little boy. He was never allowed to wear jeans, or t-shirts, or trainers. He was also never allowed to run around and get dirty. He could not sit in the grass otherwise it would stain his pants. It was always suits or khakis and oxfords with his father. There were never clothes for a little boy to run around and play. If he dirtied his suit or khaki and oxford combo then his father would be upset.
Arthur did not like it when his father was upset.
His father did not hit him or anything of the sort. He would just stare long and hard at Arthur. That stare hurt worse than any heavy hand could. That stare meant disappointment and Arthur would do anything to avoid it. He was like every other child in that sense. Children know that they do not want their parents upset for they are too important to the child. So even if it is not fun or necessary to them, children learn early on to make concessions.
Arthur loved his father. So he would not complain.
Arthur would watch other children on Camelot Court play with simultaneous envy and longing. He would not move from his spot by the window because he loved his father. So he gave up the fun, games, laughter, rolling in the dirt and silly times for his father and the world of adults.
Even if it broke his heart…
Sometimes, he wished that his mother was still alive because the maid, Eliza, would whisper to him about his mother. She told about how she sat out in the garden among the flowers in jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and barefoot. With her long golden hair streaming down her back, she looked almost ethereal in the garden. A goddess disguised. She looked at her most calm there. It made Arthur ache for a woman that he never knew.
Arthur Darling never got a chance to have his childhood.
He never got a chance to explore or run around, or just stare up at the sky and try to reach the stars. By the time he hit primary school, an exclusive type. He was too set in his ways to join the children at play. When he was nine, his older adopted sister Morgana came to live with them but she would not play with him. She was more concerned with boys and clothing. He was able to convince his father for him to join the football team when he was eleven due to the fact that he needed to learn to work in a group. His father, thankfully, agreed. However, children begin to leave childhood behind at eleven. Arthur never had the chance to fully experience it.
Doctor Gaius, the on campus therapist, tells him that this explains some of his neurosis.
Arthur doesn’t really know what to think about it.
Merlin Panning, on the other hand, was an odd child.
He was a sweet, clever, and mischievous little boy. His teachers would agree that he could do extremely well in school if his head was not always in the clouds. Hunith would smile and nod then let Merlin do whatever he pleased at home. His magic, powers, whatever he possessed seemed to grow to tremendous proportion with age. Even as a baby, he could make a favored toy float toward him or change the strained peas that he despised so much into mashed fruit. As he got older he learned how to make things levitate, extend warmer days a bit longer, or stop things in midair without ever being taught. It was as though the power guided him.
Hunith was not entirely sure what to do with her son growing up. As far as she knew, there were no magical children anywhere else in the world. People thought that magic was not real. And that was their lost. With her son, Hunith rediscovered her childhood dreams. Merlin could do amazing things, the sky was his limit. Even though the mother was tired at the end of a long day of waitressing, her son was there with a smile on his face and a beautiful rose in his hand, even in the middle of winter.
So she worked hard and went back to school. Things were tough for awhile but Merlin was content as long as he could disappear into the woods for hours on end. It worried Hunith that her son did not make very many friends except the neighbor boy, Will.
Oh Will knew almost immediately upon meeting Merlin that he was special. Most children seemed to know that Merlin was different. Children are not truly sure what to make of people who are different then themselves. Most children shunned Merlin or paid him no attention. For Will, it was friendship at first sight.
He loved his best friend like a brother. Merlin could do the coolest things ever. He made each Christmas a white one. He could heal any cut or bruise. His bike rarely ever needed to be fixed with Merlin around. Plus his eyes went gold. You have to admit that is pretty cool.
Will would do anything in the world to protect his best mate. As children, he would beat up the bullies when they would dare to make fun at the pair of them. He would go back to Merlin, who told him not to mind them and then heal his cuts.
As they got older, Will began to notice girls. He noticed their soft skin, the gentle dips of the curves, the long lashes of their eyes. He loved all of it. However, a prerequisite before they even began to think about dating was that they had to like Merlin. Most of the girls rarely did. Merlin was always outside the realm normal people existed in. His hands were dirty almost every day, even though he carried around hand sanitizer. It was as though he was permanently connected to the earth.
Then there were the stories. What began as complicated games when they were younger grew into tales that seemed to woven into the world around them. Merlin spoke of magic and knights in everyday people reverently like how most people pray. The stories spilled from his lips and seemed to come from the air around them.
Will and Merlin spent most nights lying in Merlin’s backyard, staring up at the sky as Merlin whispered tales into his ear. His hands would fly out gesticulating wildly to the clear starry nights. The wind would blow according to the stories pace and action.
So Will, being such a good friend that he is, convinced Merlin to write down his stories. Merlin took the leather bound journal that Will had saved up to get him with wide eyes. He then grinned unabashedly and his feet momentarily left the ground in joy.
His best friend could fly. Will could accept that because that was just so…Merlin.
All magic and stories and never ending childhood blended perfectly in a shy boy with a heart as big as the universe itself.
Then his stories had to go and get the attention of Albion School for Talented Youth. They had the gall to offer him a full scholarship. Merlin was clutching the letter in his hand: nervous and shy and still so like a child.
“Will? What should I do? Mum says they’re offering me a scholarship but…but…I’m not sure what to do. But it would be a great adventure wouldn’t it? Still…I don’t know if I want to leave here.”
Will loved Merlin like a brother for all his childlike innocence, quiet disposition, and magical nature. He was Will’s brother in all but blood. He should be there because they just won’t understand like he does. Still he can hear his father’s voice deep and rough telling him that if he loved something then sometimes he should let it free. Will sighed and looked at his best friend with a small smile on his face.
“I think you should go mate.”
Merlin grinned widely like a sun flaring into life. Will smiled back and grew up a little bit too.
Who knew?
“From now on, I'm not doing anything I don't want to do. The world owes me happiness, fulfillment, and success. I'm just here to cash in.” –Calvin Calvin and Hobbes
Albion School for Talented Youth had a small student population; barely three hundred and fifty students lived and learned on the sprawling campus. Each student was there for the same reason: to foster connections to help them in the adult world and to get into a top university.
It was a beautiful campus. The actual school was almost like a castle out of a fairytale. Around the castle were houses meant for the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth year students to share and live in. It was supposed to foster a sense of community.
Arthur wasn’t too sure about that. He liked his small world filled with people that were familiar to him.
“Did you hear?” said his best friend Lance, a scholarship student with high test scores in math and an odd code of honor. He was tall with bronze skin, inky black hair, and dark eyes that had the girls (and some of the guys) swooning. “Our house is the one that’s getting that new kid. The one who won all those prizes for that story of his?”
“What story? And I thought our house was full,” said Arthur flicking his blue eyes at Lance. Arthur had grown like Nimueh had promised. He had grown tall like a tree reaching for the sun. Through years of fencing, football, and running he had became strong like an ox.
And he was handsome. Oh girls and boys, young and old, all saw that beauty in his graceful walk, shaggy blonde hair, in his full lips, and in his golden skin. However, it was a cold beauty in his icy, blue eyes. Should he have had a childhood filled with adventure and belief and sheer childish discovery, they would have been just like Igraine’s eyes: filled with warmth and love with a hint of mischief.
“He’s the guy that wrote that romance story about the knight and the sorcerer falling in love despite a law that forbid magic in the kingdom where they lived. They think he’ll be the next J.K. Rowling.”
Arthur snorted and raised a golden eyebrow.
“You have got to be kidding me. Magic is such a childish concept.”
“Mate, remember what Doctor Gaius said about judging others before you met them?”
The blonde grimaced before remembering he promised the on campus psychologist that he would try to get to know people before judging them. Damn his neurotic tendencies.
“Do you think that he’ll be there?”
“Possibly. You want to go see?”
Arthur sighed and stared ahead. He had a calculus test he needed to prepare for. Then he had to go and grab a couple more books for preparation of his GCSE’s. He chewed his lip for a moment. He could spare a couple minutes if he was going to have to live with this guy.
“Sure. Let’s go and introduce ourselves.”
“If you see Cupid, could you bitch slap that little bastard for me?” –Unknown
Merlin stared at the school in awe. He turned to his uncle with wide eyes.
“A-are you sure they really want me here?” asked the raven haired youth in a small voice. A large duffle bag lay at his feet and his messenger bag was slung over his shoulder. In comparison to the glitz and glamour of his new school, Merlin looked out of place.
Dressed in baggy blue jeans ripped at the knee with his nicest least ragged dark green shirt; Merlin looked more like a waif in a Dickens novel then a student at prestigious school. He fiddled with the zipper of his brown hoodie with ink stained hands.
“It’ll be fine, Merlin,” assured his Uncle Gaius with a kind smile.
Merlin looked up from underneath the fringe of black hair before giving a shy smile.
“If you say so.”
“I do say so.”
“Then lead the way, Uncle Gaius,” said Merlin bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Let the adventure begin.”
“True love is a funny thing. The way it never hits until after you fall.” -Unknown
When they meet, Merlin and Arthur meet neither are sure of what to make of the other. Arthur took in the slightly ratty shirt, the fraying jeans, the ink stained hands and the mischievous blue eyes before holding out his hand and introducing himself politely. He gives no hint of emotion, like his father taught him, and waited to see what the strange boy would do first.
Merlin grinned wide and true before shaking the offered hand vigorously. He said that he was so excited to be here. How nice it was to meet Arthur. He asked if it was okay to work in the garden around the house because it reminded him of his own at home. At the same time, he took in Arthur’s quiet nature, the mature attitude, and behind ice blue eyes he could see the small boy dying to get out and explore the world. The inner child, as so many are, was suppressed because of expectations placed upon us, forcing us to hide the inner boy or girl away until they got impatient and broke free.
Children are very crafty and wise like that.
Arthur was lost in the world of the adults. Merlin understood. He saw many a person be swayed to their side. His mother told him once when he was cuddled up to her chest.
“Growing old is mandatory, Merlin. But growing up…,” she paused looking at her son’s bright gold eyes as a thousand butterflies flew into the heavens from the woods, “Growing up is optional.”
Merlin nodded solemnly and said, “I don’t mind growing old, Mommy. But I don’t think I never want to grow up.”
“I don’t think I want you to, Merlin.”
However, growing up seems to be a part of school’s curriculum. On his first day of classes, Merlin got dressed in the required uniform parts before sliding on a couple bracelets and his lucky Converse with Will’s signature and random bits and pieces that Merlin had heard over the years. He ran a hand through his hair quickly as he wandered downstairs yawning.
“Morning!” greeted Lance with a grin. He was in front of the stove, “I made eggs!”
“Smells good,” said Merlin tiredly into his orange juice. He liked Lance. He was nice and honest but had a sense of playfulness about him that reminded him a little bit of Will. Except that he didn’t seem to have Will’s temper.
“So what classes are you going to be in?” asked Lance as he placed the bowl of eggs on the table.
“English, Art, Drama, and Music,” answered Merlin easily as he helped himself to some of the breakfast food, “They have me in this thing called Life Skills. What the bloody hell is that?”
“Planning for your life,” said Lance with a waggle of his eyebrows, “They talk about sex and university and grades. Sometimes they have career lectures.”
“And this is mandatory?”
“For a couple years now from what I heard.”
“That’s stupid. It sounds like they’re trying to make us grow up entirely too soon.”
“We are grown up,” said Arthur easily as he entered the room, “We’re seventeen. Soon we’ll be off to university.”
He took a look at Merlin’s slightly rumpled appearance, “I do hope that you are not planning on going out looking like that.”
“That was the general idea when I woke up this morning, Arthur. Besides I’m rubbish at ironing. It’s the best I can do.”
Arthur wrinkled his nose in distaste before picking up the morning paper, “I must call my father. I’ll see you at classes, Lance?”
Without waiting for a reply, he gathered up his briefcase and straightened his tie before leaving the room.
“Ta Arthur!” called Lance as the blonde left.
Merlin blew a raspberry in Arthur’s direction. Lance chuckled quietly.
“You’ll have to excuse him. Arthur has…”
“A redwood up his arse instead of a little stick?”
“Something like that. He’s a bit neurotic. Been seeing Doc Gaius for a couple of years now.”
Merlin nodded remembering his uncle saying that one of his patients was going to be one of Merlin’s roommates. He pushed Arthur out of his mind before joining Lance in breakfast.
However as he walked toward the school, Arthur could not push the sight of Merlin’s eyes from his mind and how his heart pounded in his chest with the thought of the other student.
“I shall give you a kiss.”
“What’s that?” –Wendy and Peter
Arthur never meant to get a crush on Merlin. There was just something so…so…different about him. He watched as the boy would work in the garden, climb up trees to read, fidget during class, and seem to always be seeing something so different then what everyone else was seeing. He was a bundle of energy and color. A tricky fey out of those storybooks Morgana loved so much.
He was mischief incarnate.
He was Robin Goodfellow, Anasi, and Coyote: the Trickster god ambling among mortals. But he saw adventures and opportunities that he would not miss to save his life. Everyone was drawn to him like he was a beacon beckoning them to hold onto their own dreams and throw off the shackles of what society (and their parents) wanted them to do. That life was something to be experienced, not dictated to them.
He was nothing like Arthur in his safe little world of adults.
Arthur felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of it. Like the little boy who he never got to be suddenly found the playmate that he had been longing for. It scared the normally serious minded boy. For the first time he did not worry about what his father thought.
Now how to get Merlin to notice him…
Arthur, unknowingly, went the route of the little boy who when faced the possibly of liking that little girl across the room begins to tease her relentlessly.
He teased Merlin. He would laugh when the dark haired teen would fall over himself. He would insult his intelligence. Do anything for Merlin to pay attention to him, to give him the slightest glimmer of something…anything directed at him and only at him.
Merlin would stare at him before calling him a prat. He would duck and dance out of Arthur’s reach. It was almost like he was a leaf riding the wind. He could dish out better than what Arthur could think up: calling him arrogant and rude and spoiled. It made Arthur even more interested.
So then one day as he teased Merlin about his hair, it seemed like the writer had enough.
“Why are you picking on me?” snapped the dark haired youth standing. His fisted his hands and placed them on his hips. His blue eyes were burning in the glow of the late afternoon sun. Arthur swallowed thickly and couldn’t help but think how Merlin looked like he was burning.
“I…,” he began and looked down at the ground. He scuffed his foot against the ground lightly. Then he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “You drive me insane. You confound me and make me feel things for you. And I’m not entirely sure how to react about this. This was NEVER in my father’s plans for me. Yet you attract everyone’s attention with those stories and the fact that you don’t care about the future…”
“I care,” said Merlin suddenly. He looked up at Arthur all wide and innocent, “I just don’t see the reason in worrying about something that is inevitable anyways. It’s like death. It happens. So why worry? Just enjoy the moment.”
Arthur paused and nodded. The writer grinned and sauntered over to him.
“Merlin?”
“Yes Arthur?” whispered the boy.
“I think I would like to kiss you.”
“Then go for it you prat.”
So Arthur fisted his hands in Merlin shirt and crushed their lips together. Merlin tasted like energy and sugar and the sea breeze on a summer’s day. Arthur tasted like a promise and salt and a wintry day of sunshine. They molded together like they were made for each other.
And the sheer happiness of that moment made them lift off the ground. But the lovers paid no mind to this for they were too wrapped up in each other to care.
“Happily Ever After is a crock. It’s merely a starting point for someone else to pick up with ‘Once Upon a Time’.” –Unknown
The blonde hair man chuckled as he kissed his daughter’s curls. He stood cracking his back and left the room where she was sleeping soundly. He walked down the hall to find a room crawling with books, maps of stars, scattered pieces of paper, and general chaos that ruled it. Plants hung from all areas of the room. It looked like a bookworm’s jungle. There was a dark haired man in the certain of the chaos. He was bent over something.
He was handsome and petite with his raven black hair flying every which way. The blonde watched him work with love shining in his eyes.
“Did she get to sleep alright?” asked the black haired man looking up with bright blue eyes.
“Out like a light,” said the blonde, “I told her about how we met.”
“That old tale?” chuckled the other man standing.
“It’s a good story! Better than anything you could tell her.”
“Oy! Prat! I’m a writer. It’s my job,” protested the man as the blonde pulled him into his arms.
“Mhmm,” hummed the taller of the two, “Just shut and kiss me, Merlin.”
Merlin laughed and kissed Arthur squarely on the lips.
In an ordinary house on an ordinary street in the ordinary city of London, two not-so-ordinary men were kissing in the middle of a decidedly unordinary room. A pair of eyes glowed gold in the light of the room.
Together, they flew as the magic crackled in the air and their perfect daughter slept on unaware.
It was the best ending anyone could hope for.
“Second star on the right and straight on till morning!” –Peter Pan
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Date: 2010-03-07 05:32 am (UTC)You have no idea <3
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Date: 2010-03-07 05:51 am (UTC)That was the feel that I was going for! All dreamlike and hazy with the knowledge that everything will work out.
I'm glad you like the characterisations. I was worried that I went out of character on this.
Glad you liked it! :)
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Date: 2010-03-07 06:26 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-07 06:36 am (UTC)such a lovely fic to end my oddly stressful day with. <3 you have no idea how much i needed the childish smile i got from this fic. thank you~
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Date: 2010-03-07 10:47 pm (UTC)Don't I know about stressful days! A happy fanfic always makes me feel better! I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much!
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Date: 2010-03-07 06:55 am (UTC)I have one complaint: Now I want to go re-read Peter Pan.
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I think I have a copy.
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Somewhere...
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Date: 2010-03-07 11:13 pm (UTC)I know how you feel! The moment I finished I dug out my old copy of Peter Pan and read it straight through.
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Date: 2010-03-07 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-07 11:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it! :) I thought it being a bed time story gave it something extra.
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Date: 2010-03-07 10:23 am (UTC)On with the review: I loved Will. I loved the story and I loved how Arthur opened up to Merlin. They never told me stories like this when I was a child but I turned out an alright slasher, don't you think?
Good job :)
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Date: 2010-03-08 12:00 am (UTC)Damn those homophobes!
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:07 pm (UTC)I need a t-shirt with this written on it. xD
This was so wonderful. It flowed beautifully and it was so...magical. I suppose that was the intention. I loved the picture you painted of Merlin in his uniform and converse. <3<3<3
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Date: 2010-03-08 12:01 am (UTC)Yes my intention was to make it seemed magical and dreamlike! Hahaha! I love Merlin in his rumpled uniform and doodled on Converse!
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Date: 2010-03-07 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-08 12:04 am (UTC)My intention was to make it like a bedtime story for slashers. I had no idea that it would be this popular!
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Date: 2010-03-07 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-08 12:16 am (UTC)Yeah I know there were Brit-picks. I'll edit those one day.
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Date: 2010-03-07 11:25 pm (UTC)They think he’ll be the next J.K. Rowling.
Way to insult Merlin, Lance. Boo.
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Date: 2010-03-13 01:29 am (UTC):) Aww well I'm glad you enjoyed it. I totally felt that it needed a fairytale feel to sound right.