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'I fixed the telly.' Merlin says feeling quite proud of himself.

'Telly?' Arthur says through a mouthful of beef burger. Merlin grins.

The television had been broken since Merlin had forgotten to close the window and the rain got to it, around a year back. He had never bothered to get it repaired because he hardly ever watched it. Most of his news came through the internet and the soap operas didn't really interest him. He wanted Arthur to ease into the new world in some way and the telly seemed like a good idea. He had dismissed the thought of calling a repairman because Arthur might have another one of his… episodes. Staying in is good, Merlin decides. For now.

Unfortunately his magic couldn't figure out how to fix it but Merlin managed it himself, eventually, electrocuting himself a few times during the process.

He drags Arthur to the other room and chucks the remote at him. 'Here. Point that at the black thing you see there.' Merlin wriggles his finger vaguely in the said direction. 'And press a button.'

Arthur does as he is told and jumps back as BBC comes on announcing a controversial statement by a politician of some country. The remote slips out of his hands as Arthur stares. 'Are- Are there people trapped in there?' He asks, horrified.

Merlin snorts. 'No, you dollop-head. It's like moving paintings. Technology.' He picks up the remote and hands it back to Arthur.

'The invention… thing?'

'Yes like the wheel and so on? Remember we talked about it? Here, let me show you.' Merlin fishes out his phone from his trousers and opens the camcorder. 'Look, you can see me.' He points the lens at himself and waves.

'You're in it!' Arthur exclaims. Merlin stops the recording and plays the video. 'You caught a memory,' the blond whispers in amazement. Merlin looks away from the screen and up at Arthur's astonished expression. He feels a sudden rush of fondness for him.

'Yeah,' he smiles. 'We caught a memory.'

And then he realizes it. There wasn't a Camelot anymore. There was no kingdom that needed a king or people to be looked after. There were no knights or Guinevere or wars and no land to protect.

Its Arthur and Merlin. And Merlin doesn't have to share Arthur's attention with anybody.

'So you caught memories and put them in the telly?' Arthur presses different buttons on the remote eagerly.

'No, not me. You remember how we used to have plays to watch in Camelot? Its like that. People act out things and they are recorded. Instead of going and watching the plays, people can watch them in the comfort of their own home.'

'we used to watch it in the comforts of our own home.' He says frowning at a toaster commercial.

'only because you were rich, the villagers would gather in one place.'

Arthur barely pays attention and flips through more channels instead. The doorbell rings. 'I'll get that.' Merlin says.

'Merlin I look ridiculous!'

'You look fine. This is what people wear now.'

'Why do we have to dress up like them?' Arthur pouts and pulls at his red t shirt uncomfortably while staring at his reflection in the mirror.

'To be normal?' Merlin rolls his eyes.

'We don't have to be normal. I can wear my armor and you can wear your scarf. I miss your scarf.'

'I- Uh. Try this one.' He hands Arthur a dinner white shirt quickly. He flushes at the sight of the tuxedo on the bed. He had gotten just a bit carried away with online shopping. And Arthur's clothes. He had tried hard to stop himself from clicking on the tux icon but the thought of Arthur in a tux wouldn't leave his mind. It seemed harmless enough. What was wrong with admiring a man in a fine, black tuxedo? It didn't mean that he would sleep with Arthur or, uh anything like that. Besides what if the prat needed formal attire for an emergency? Exactly. Click.

'This is stupid!' Arthur growls. Merlin looks up and bursts out laughing. Arthur's buttons are in the wrong holes, leaving two left at the top.

'You cant even do buttons properly.' He gets up and starts to undo them.

'Its not my fault this century has stupid clothes and…' Arthur trails off.

'What?' Merlin smirks and looks up to find Arthur staring right at him. Breath catches in his chest and his fingers pause at the last button of the shirt just above Arthur's navel.

'Nothing,' the blond replies softly. Merlin looks away hastily.

'This is formal wear. For parties and such.' He mumbles, working his fingers clumsily, correcting the buttons.

'Okay.'

He gives Arthur the trousers and turns his back, pretending to admire the fine lapel of the coat. He can hear the once and future king struggling with the zip but he doesn't ask for Merlin's help.

'Hah. I have conquered you, petty breeches.' Arthur says triumphantly. 'What's next?'

'A waistcoat.' The warlock holds it up for him. His face falls.

'More buttons.'

'Go on, you can do it. Or can you, King Arthur?' Merlin cocks his head a bit and raises an eyebrow.

'Give me that!' Arthur snatches it with a frown and sticks arms through and fumbles with the buttons.

'The coat's next.'

'How many parts does this have? Having so many should be against the law.' Arthur pulls it on and fixes it. 'Are we done?'

'Not quite.' Merlin picks up the purple tie and slips it around Arthur's neck. 'I don't think you'll learn to tie a neck tie so quickly. Let me get it this time.'

His fingers slip over the silky surface, looping and sliding the ends.

'And what purpose does a necktie fulfill?' Arthur asks softly and his breath tickles Merlin's cheek.

'Quite useless, actually. More of a decoration. It exists to look beautiful.' Merlin secures the tie, buttons the single breasted coat and steps back to admire the perfection that is Arthur. He exhales slowly. Suits came into existence because Arthur would wear them one day.

'A bit like you then, these neck ties?' the blonde's eyes sparkle with amusement, the corners of his lips turned up in a teasing smirk.

Merlin swallows and laughs nervously. 'a bit.' He nods at the mirror and Arthur turns around to look at himself, allowing Merlin to quickly wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans. 'Though I'll have to disagree slightly with the useless bit since you cant even feed yourself without me.'

'I am perfectly capable of eating on my own. This is fantastic, Merlin!'

'It should be. Finest that money can buy.'

'Is it? And where did you get the money from?' Arthur traces fingers over the tie.

Merlin rolls his eyes. 'I have a job you know.'

'You do?' Arthur looks at him wide eyed. 'But you haven't left the house since I got here.'

'Well that's because I'm an author. I write children's books. I can do that from my home.'

'You write books for children? What do you put in them?'

'Um.' Merlin hesitates. 'Just stories for children.'

'Why haven't I seen these books?' Arthur frowns and walks to the bookshelf.

Because I put them in a box and hid them in the closet. Merlin thinks. 'Arthur you really need to take that off now.' He says instead.

'What? Take this off? Of course not. I like it.'

'You cant wear it in the house!'

'I'm the king Merlin, you cant tell me what to do. When will you learn that?'

'I always tell you what to do.'

'I don't always listen, do I?'

'Only because you're an arrogant prat and don't know what's right for you.' Merlin huffs and starts to fold up the rest of the tee shirts.

'Glad that's settled. Now show me your books.'

'No!'

'Why not?' Arthur stops going through the books and turns to look at Merlin.

'Because… I just-' Merlin mumbles, struggling for an excuse.

'I wont take no for an answer.'

Merlin gives a frustrated sigh and flops onto the bed. Arthur was going to see them sooner or later. Why not just get it over with? He raises a hand and points weakly in the direction of the closet. 'The adventures of Merlin and Arthur.' He whispers to himself softly as Arthur opens the closet.

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