Drastically Redefining Protocol
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The man scowled at him, and his eyes were extremely blue when fringed by angry lashes. "Yes, you moron, and before you come up with any clever jokes, I've heard them all before and then some." Arthur cocked a brow at him. "Oh God, you really are the prince, aren't you," Merlin said, suddenly looking ill and pale on top of looking bruised. "It's true," Arthur apologized. "And I'm sorry for your mistreatment—it took some time to convince my men you weren't attempting to kidnap me." (Arthur's still a prince and Merlin's still a wizard ;) But that's were the similarity ends, because this is a modern day AU).

royalty!AU

If you can get past the unspeakably disgusting irony of the RAPE JOKES in 14 Valentine's fic, this story is actually quite cute.

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell breaks lose. [Royals AU. Fic + fic trailer, websites, articles (FTW!)]

modern day - Arthur, Prince of Wales and Doctor in training Merlin (+ rape dogs & ninjas)

Modern day AU. Where Auther is the Prince and Merlin is a medical student.

"What," he managed, half-collapsed against the door as the tires shrieked and the car lurched into motion, "the hell was that?" "That," Gaius yelled at him, with more breath than somebody that old should be capable of having, "was what happens when you and the crown prince of bloody England are outed you bloody idiot!"

As a rule, Arthur had given up on chafing at the near-constant swirl of people that came along with his shockingly over-scheduled days. Still, once in a while the itch and suffocation of being monitored twenty-four hours a day grew too much, and he found himself tiptoeing down mostly deserted hospital hallways trying to hide from his handlers.

Arthur is the modern day Prince of Wales. Merlin is a med student.

“Obviously, I will have Carys eat anybody who tries,” Merlin told him cheerfully.

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

“This is what happens when you grow up without a maternal influence, you know,” Merlin told the egg sadly. “You become Arthur. You take dragon eggs that knock your manservant unconscious and start projecting all of your repressed female feelings on them and keep them hidden in your chambers even though your father has a tyrannical ban against all magic.”

Obviously, it was no ordinary egg.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur. “Well, obviously it would be a longer period than a chicken’s,” Arthur said confidently before turning over his shoulder toward the egg, still toasting in front of the fireplace. “Although that brings an even more pressing question of what we’ll do after it hatches.” Scowling, Merlin said, “I told you we should have cast it into the forest.” But Arthur only flashed him one of those smiles that made him look eternally young and brilliant, and which had probably charmed all the lady maids in the castle for all of his prattish childhood years. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Merlin?”

“Anyway,” Arthur said, righting himself again, arms wrapped around — around an egg the size of a small boulder, “it apparently threw this at you.” “Oh,” Merlin promised, knee-jerk, “I will have that thing skinned for boots.”

"Oh my God, this shit has developed a narrative thread," Chris marvels.

by rageprufrock. Inspired by both Chris Pine's douchetastic Cosmo Interview (in which he advises prospective girlfriends to admire the size of his penis by saying things like "Baby, I don't have three hands!") and Zachary Quinto's dorktastic photos of himself actually having three hands.

Co-written by Leupagus.) Inspired by both Chris Pine's douchetastic Cosmo Interview (in which he advises prospective girlfriends to admire the size of his penis by saying things like "Baby, I don't have three hands!") and Zachary Quinto's dorktastic photos of himself actually having three hands (... for some Heroes episode? [we really hope so, anyway -- pru]), this fic was created in fits of combined drunkness, insomnia, and work-related psychosis. Anyone who makes a comment along the lines of "but that interview didn't come out until such-and-such a date!" or "Zach didn't wear those awful hats until after the end of the shoot!" will be killed. [aaaaand here you can see the difference between leupagus and me: she actually has notes and disclaimers and shit. -- pru]

Sasha's grin widens. "He's been making a D-face all morning." "What the fuck is a D-face?" Chris asks, and then Zach pauses at the opened door of the makeup trailer and pouts, with sad disappointment, at Chris for what feels like two eternities before he says: "Nice interview," and leaves, spinning with a twist in his hips. "...Oh," Chris says.

CUTEST STORY EVER!!!

Merlin has always been a conflation of many things Arthur has never known and wouldn’t begin to imagine, and all things seem possible when he is around, hurling himself off of horses and ending battles with a swift, deadly force, raising the voices of Albion, of the Old Religion, until they roar in Arthur’s ears like a heavenly chorus.

Arthur never tells Merlin of the way he and his men find dead people along roadsides sometimes, entire villages laid to waste by disease or starvation or storms. Recently, he has neglected to tell Merlin of the way his father’s traveling guard has found burnt out husks of settlements at the far Eastern border of Camelot’s territories, men kidnapped and women and children raped or dead, or both.

That night, Arthur actually manages to banish Merlin from his tent for an entire hour before his manservant slips in while the knights are changing watches. Either that or Merlin’s insubordination is contagious and Arthur’s entire retinue has contracted it — the possibility is too mortifying to countenance.

“How is it that every time you meet a woman in one of your stories she falls all over herself over you?” Merlin demands.

And when Merlin’s eyes lift to meet Arthur’s again, finally, they are golden with the secret they keep, and he says, “You’ve always been my king, Arthur.”

2009-08 | Author's summary: In the end, all men are more or less forgotten, but Arthur, when he is but a footnote in Camelot’s history — may it be long, and may it be rich — wants to be remembered for having been a dutiful prince, and with luck, a dutiful king. | Or as someone summarized, the one where Arthur marries Albion. [Nebulous timeline. Content advisory: violence.]

Merlin (2008); Merlin/Arthur

it's pru, it's awesome, just go read it

Part 4 of the drastically redefining protocol series

Sequel to Drastically redefining protocol.

Merlin and Crown Prince Arthur in modern day. Part 4 of drastically redefining protocol. Merlin and Prince Arthur on Vacation

Summary: The first time Merlin and Arthur had sex without a condom.

It was a picture-perfect day, cerulean water licking up against the white towns that climbed like vines along the hills of Santorini, and the yacht cut through the waves cleanly, sending salt-sweet wind carding through Merlin’s hair. // Part 4 of the Drastically Redefining Protocol series

“So this is what rich people do,” Merlin said. It was a picture-perfect day, cerulean water licking up against the white towns that climbed like vines along the hills of Santorini, and the yacht cut through the waves cleanly, sending salt-sweet wind carding through Merlin’s hair. “You’re welcome to leave,” Arthur invited, stretching out along one the deck. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to amuse me.”

AU -divine.

“'So this is what rich people do,' Merlin said."

Drastically Redefining Protocol series.

DRP: Honeymoon I had a conversation with zoetrope which was basically like, "Man, I sort of want to write more totally filthy -- and I do mean filthy -- smut starring Merlin and Arthur," and she was like, "You should call it a sextra," to which all I could say, "Fuck, that is genius."

"Man, I sort of want to write more totally filthy -- and I do mean filthy -- smut starring Merlin and Arthur," and she was like, "You should call it a sextra," to which all I could say, "Fuck, that is genius."

very hot smut

sequel to Drastically Redefining Protocol

Only after their wedding—which between the confection at the chapel and the civil signing and the public reception and parade and the smaller one where Hunith had spent the entire time weeping—had felt more like four weddings, and Arthur and Merlin had slept for nearly 28 hours after and missed four different flights ou

I present the first of what will hopefully be many, many sextras from the Drastically Redefining Protocol universe --

The original plan had been, in fact, to honeymoon in Spain.

Another ridiculously hot and filthy "sextra" in the Drastically Redefining Protocol verse. "The original plan had been, in fact, to honeymoon in Spain."

Drastically Redefining Protocol -verse! Honeymoon! \o/ <3<3<3

the honeymoon [Drastically Redefining Protocol!verse]