Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of the characters. If I did, I'd lock Merlin and Arthur in a room and say "You're not coming out until you admit your love for each other, damnit!"
Story: In an attempt to challenge myself I am writing from Arthur's POV instead of Merlin's like I usually do. I have taken eight words, chosen at random from a dictionary, and made a story about how those eight things bring Arthur and Merlin together.
BREAD
This was the moment at which Arthur first realised he was in love with Merlin, though it took him longer to admit it to himself. Everything had started out normally enough.
"Merlin, fetch me some bread will you? I'm hungry."
Merlin returned with the bread and began to slice it on the table. Arthur, sat in his chair, gazed at the servant boy in the fading light of the day. He had never noticed before how handsome Merlin was. When you looked beyond the dorky, slightly self conscious exterior you could see the lovely smile, ivory skin contrasted by that black hair..."I wonder what it would be like to hold that slender frame in my arms..."
Arthur was jerked out of his reverie as something bounced off his blonde head. He realised Merlin had thrown a piece of bread at him.
"Arthur! I asked if you wanted some bread?"
"Oh, right, yeah." Arthur cleared his throat and stood up. He didn't get a chance to feel guilty about his thoughts about his servant, for, with a cheeky smile, Merlin dared to throw another piece of bread at Arthur that he had broken off one of the slices.
"Throwing bread at the Crown Prince is an offence...punishable by the stocks Merlin," Arthur said, in a mock serious tone, taking slow steps forward, then grabbing a piece of bread and darting around behind the bed.
A mass bread throwing fight ensued. Arthur wasn't sure how long exactly it lasted, but he remembered how happy he had felt. Another weird moment occurred for him that day, as he cornered Merlin around near his bed, demanding that he surrender. Somehow, he ended up on the bed, on top of Merlin.
Their eyes locked, and Arthur felt a crackle of electricity spark between them. His mouth went dry, he felt trapped in something that exhilarated, terrified and confused him, and he pulled back off the bed.
