Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/641553.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon
  Character:
      Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Uther
  Additional Tags:
      Modern_AU, Uther_POV, FML, High_School, the_Pendragons_are_messed_up,
      Morgana's_a_goth_now, black_is_the_new_purple, Uther_is_a_long-suffering
      dad, Uther_thinks_Arthur's_infatuation_with_Merlin_is_unhealthy
  Series:
      Part 2 of FML
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-16 Words: 842
****** FML: The Uther Edition ******
by thecheekydragon
Summary
     Uther Pendragon feels he has been neglecting his children and it's
     starting to show - badly.
Notes
     Originally posed to LJ on May 4, 2012.
     Sequel to FML.
[http://pics.livejournal.com/thecheekydragon/pic/001y0d9d/s640x480]
**
Uther Pendragon was not accustomed to being home in the evenings. He was a
businessman who worked long hours during the week and on the weekend, a fact
that his two children – a nineteen year old son and a seventeen year old
daughter – seemed very accustomed to.
But Uther had begun to realize that he had been neglecting his son and
daughter, and it was beginning to show – badly. Morgana, it seemed, had entered
into what others described as a “goth” phase. She had taken to wearing black –
black sweaters, black pants, black skirts, black dresses, black t-shirts, black
boots – her eyes now lined heavily with black makeup and her lips traced with
black lipstick. With her ivory skin and long raven hair, the effect was rather
dramatic. He had even noticed that she had changed the decor of her bedroom,
switching the bright purples for basic black, though Uther was pleased to see
she had retained some purple for accents. He did not know how long this phase
would last – Morgana was a teenager, after all – and Uther was reluctant to
address the matter, so he had decided to wait it out a bit, unless of course
Morgana’s “emo”-stage took a disturbing turn. For now, though, Uther was
satisfied that it could wait.
His son was a whole other matter. Three months ago, Arthur had declared that he
was in love with Merlin, a friend of Morgana’s from school. Needless to say,
Uther had been less than pleased by his son’s declaration.
It wasn’t that Merlin happened to be a boy that disturbed Uther. Well, to be
fair, it disturbed him a little – as the fact that Merlin was seventeen while
Arthur was nineteen did – but it was something that Uther, as an understanding
father, could overlook. No, what disturbed him was that Arthur was so besotted,
so damn infatuated with the boy, and Uther did not think this was healthy. He
had tried to reason with Arthur – he could easily recall the two plus hours
they had argued about it – to point out the irrationality that came with such
feelings of lust – because that was what it really was, not love – but Arthur
had refused to listen, insisting that it was love and not simply lust.
Of course, three months later, the boys were still together, despite Uther’s
prediction that their “relationship” would not last for more than two weeks.
Their lust – or whatever it was – for each other had remained strong and it
seemed to Uther that there was not going to be ebb in the tide any time soon.
This was what he wanted to talk to Arthur about and why he had left work
earlier than usual on this Thursday evening. He knew Arthur, at the age of
nineteen and soon going on twenty, was past the “birds and bees” speech but
Uther saw the merit in discussing maturely with his son the responsibilities
involved in having a romantic relationship with a young man who was finishing
high school and would be moving on to bigger, and hopefully brighter, things.
Uther paused at the door of Arthur’s bedroom, giving himself a moment’s mental
preparation. He saw that the door was not quite closed shut and, being a man
used to making his way boldly through business and through life, he pushed
gently at the door to gain admittance, dispensing with the unnecessary
formality of knocking.
He was presented with a scene that he had not thought to anticipate. Arthur was
stretched out on his back on his bed, stark naked. Merlin, also naked, was
sitting on top of him – riding Arthur, to be more precise – his hips grinding
down, meeting the upward thrusts of his partner’s hips.
Uther stared. He found himself mesmerized by the way Merlin’s lithe body was
arched, his head tipped back, exposing a long, pale, delectable neck. His face
was that of an angel – long eyelashes swept closed, cheekbones dusted pink,
full lips parted, pure ecstasy alighting the beautiful features of his face.
Like a punch to the gut, Uther suddenly understood why his son was completely
besotted with the boy. If Uther was Arthur’s age, he very much believed he
would be infatuated with and lust-addled by Merlin as well.
He stood for a moment, his son and Merlin so involved that they failed to even
notice his presence. Then Uther quietly backed up and pulled the door gently
closed.
As he turned to make his retreat, he bumped into Morgana. She looked at him
through heavily dark-lined eyes, darted a glance to Arthur’s bedroom door then
focused her attention back on her father. She offered a sympathetic smile – as
much of a smile as her goth persona permitted – and mumbled a commiserating,
“Been there.”
Morgana then continued past him down the hallway, floating along in her black
cloud, promptly shutting herself behind her own bedroom door. Uther sighed.
Then he continued on also, figuring he owed himself a double-scotch on the
rocks about now.
The talk with Arthur would wait.
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