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Warnings: contains SLASH (malexmale relationship pairing) and FEMSLASH (womanxwoman relationship pairing), foul language.
Inspired by Merlin (tv show).
Crossover with book series Indexing by Seanan McGuire.
My prompt: crossover Merlin/The Indexing series
Pairing Arthur/Merlin
Snow White!Merlin
Prince!Arthur
alternative: dragon!Arthur
Snow White (canon)
Merlin watched snow falling quietly on the courtyard, the cold penetrated to his bones. Oh, how he hated the winter. „Merlin stop lazing around and clean my armor properly" Arthur's voice held a tingle of annoyance. Merlin turned from the window and did as ordered „yes, sire", but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Camelot sure is different than he has thought it will be. He had such hopes that he will finally fit in and looked forward to it. Such a big city, so different from his tiny home village. Everything was somehow more, more colorful, more alive. Of course, his luck run out and he found out that everyone like him, these who practice magic, are persecuted and later executed. His hopes dashed and fear setting in, he tried to fit in, to be forgettable and dull. Truly he did, no matter, what Gaius thinks. Everything just gone so wrong! Instead of getting lost in the crowd, he stood up again and had found himself a manservant to the prince.
As if it wasn´t hard already to keep his magic hidden. And for his condition? It was downright impossible. The condition, that what Gaius instils it is, like it´s something a few pills and potions could fix. He personally thinks of it a curse. The physician has known cases similar to his. He didn´t find the cure but he became the expert on covering its effects. After all, he had to, to keep these affected unfortunate souls alive. Uther has gone so fanatical about magic that explaining, they are only victims, to him was a hopeless case. Even hint of something unusual and they would have ended on the pyre.
Gaius read every book, listened to every bard and tried to find anything what could have helped but all in vain. Why was he so interested in the fables? Because the symptoms of his patients are somewhat similar. And the events surrounding them go shockingly alike. So he feverishly recorded and categorized until he got idea about what will happen.
And he improvised. He moved an elderly woman from cottage to the city, to live with her daughter, and so he averted Hansel and Gretel scenario. He saw a poor timid girl be shouted at by her stepmother and quietly arranged her apprenticeship with a baker, and so he averted a Cinderella, etc.
Merlin was really lucky because when his symptoms started to appear, Gaius offered his help without thought. The infuriating blue birds which were stalking him, and somehow got through his magical protection, were knocked out by some fumes from concoctions. The few flowers which has sprouted on his bed were dried and put in the storage. And most of all, he helped him to discover which archetype he is. The Snow White. The more he read Gaius´s notes, the more uneasy he became. So many different versions. Some dark, some light. Some had happy endings and some ended in catastrophe. But there were some parallels. The appearance of the main character which is described as tall, pale, with dark hair and a red lips. The poison which caused the heroine to fall asleep which is given to her by someone overcame with jealousy of her beauty. Merlin pouted and touched his ears. He was always told that he is too odd to be truly attractive, nevertheless he promised to be careful of any gift he´ll receive and not to eat anything with apples. It wasn´t so hard to promise, he always had the aversion to the fruit, now he knew why.
Merlin was very surprised when he has found out that Morgana and Arthur are archetypes too. Gaius had suspicion that Morgana is a Wicked Sister or possibly an Evil Queen. With her looks, viciousness, birthright and power, it was a good idea to get away from her way. The court physician had a theory about Gwen being a princess too. Morgana seems too focused on her and she has a typical signs, polite, kind, lovely and largely adored. But he couldn´t be sure of it, he observed her but didn´t see any other fairytale happening. No animal helpers, none abusive relatives and Morgana didn´t tried to harm her yet.
Merlin worried about Morgana, he did, but there was someone who worried him more. Arthur. The dragon told him it was his destiny to protect him, and given he gives him any trust despite the whole princess-dragon issue, it puts him on the dilemma. He has to be close to the royal but he has to keep his distance at the same time.
Arthur Pendragon was the prince, not the prince of Camelot, but the archetype prince. Naturally Merlin felt pull to him and what was worse, it was reciprocated. Arthur just wouldn´t leave him alone. He makes him clean his room when he does paperwork, he drags him on the hunts and makes him watch him train with knights. The brat berates him about the littlest thing, insults him every day and generally being a nuisance, however he makes it clear that Merlin is off limits to everyone.
Not for a last time, he wondered if it will result in destined poisoning. You would too, if you could see furious faces of the other servants and members of the court. Arthur was always very desirable with his strong muscled body, blue eyes and shining gold locks. He could have anyone he wanted and wasn´t shy about his liaisons at all. The fact that he stopped all of them when Merlin had come to his service, only doubled the fury of his former paramours.
Snow White (modern)
"Arthur" he recognized the voice of Guinevere but didn´t react. He had to get this paperwork filled out or he won´t get a recompense for autoshop repair cost. Last mission was a clucterfuck. That fucking wrestler on steroids hat to turn to an ogre. Only way to stop his rampage was to run him over. The Ogre was knocked out and his poor car got a huge dent. No way will he paid for repair himself, even though he has to get through the dreaded agency insurance forms!
"Arthur!" Morgana hit him with her elbow. He rubbed his arm and angrily turned "What?!". Guinevere gave him disapproving look but he was more focused on her companion. Slim boy covered all in black. Black jeans, black shirt, black jacked. Many would look like an emo or a goth posture child but all it did was highlight his perfect white skin and blood red lips, and make him look quite lovely. Arthur reached by the hand and swept his silky black hair from his dark blue eyes, then he ran his fingers over the sharp cheekbones to his lips. Arthur came back to himself when the boy slapped his hand away. The pale young man covered behind Guinevere and sent him distrustful look. "Control yourself" hissed Morgana. With friendly smile, she turned to her girlfriend "What so you need, Gwen?". "Guys this is Merlin Emrys" waved hand at the boy, "he´s new. Until he is assigned to permanent team, we will teach him ropes". "Oh, I wouldn´t mind to tech him some things" Arthur leered. Merlin pleadingly looked at Gwen, who rolled her eyes "Have a cold shower, you obliviously need it". "So Merlin, what are you?" rudely interrupted the banter Morgana. "Morgana! You know that everyone has the right to keep it to themselves!" Gen hastily spun to Merlin" you don´t have to say anything". "Oh, come on. Aren´t you curious? I have never seen Arthur react like that. Alright then, trust for trust. I start. My name is Morgana Pendragon and I´m a latent Wicked Stepsister. You know Gwen, our sweet Cinderella and this lump is a prince and my brother Arthur" the dark-haired woman expectably looked on their newest addition. "I am a Snow White, partly activated. I think?" he cast his eyes down and missed how Morgana sent Arthur a sharp look.
Arthur was surprised. He hadn´t met anyone who affected him so strong before. And in his work, he met all kinds of princesses and damsels in distress. Hell, he worked alongside Gwen years but he never felt even a hint of attraction. It was peculiarity nobody could explain and now he felt his control dissolve with one look from the stranger. This will be interesting.